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BANG-ABLE | Jeon Jungkook | Drabble 1
Summary: When your very curious robot boyfriend finds all of your old sex toys. Pairing: f!reader x Sex Bot Jungkook Word Count: 2k~ Warnings: Smut but that goes without saying for this fic p.s. I put out a mini drabble as well right before this in case you didn't catch it hehe p.p.s I have another temperature play drabble request so keep an eye out for that one in the future đ¤ Requested by an anon đ
"What are these?" Jungkook asks when he walks into the living room where I'm sat down watching Hidden Love for the fifth time, holding up my little black box that I had hidden away and had completely forgotten about.
"NOTHING!" I say hurriedly, scrambling to get off the couch and tripping over the blanket I was using in the process. I regain my footing, run up to him and reach for the box but he holds it over my head, completely out of my reach.
"Are you cheating on me?" he teases, the objects in the box being ones I used before I got him. "You seriously think I would use those anymore? Now give it here!" I jump but once my fingers just barely touch it he grabs onto my hips to keep me from trying again.
I glare, waiting for him to give them back and when all I'm given is a stupid smug smile I resort to threats. "Give that to me or I will turn you off and make you charge on the floor instead of in bed with me" his eyes widen, not expecting that and deciding to do as I say, handing me the box of various sex toys that could never truly satisfy me.
"Why do you have so many?" he asks, picking up one very elaborate and confusing looking one that I snatch out of his hand immediately and put back in the box, shoving it in the back of my closet.
"Because none of them did everything I wanted them to" I sigh and close the door in hopes to help change the subject. When I try to walk past him though he stops me by wrapping an arm around my waist and bringing me back to stand in front of him.
"I don't know why I asked since I know how needy my baby is" he says, his voice dropping a bit while he places kisses on my neck, knowing that'll help take the edge off.
"Why do you always have to go through my t-things?" I stutter, my resolve of trying to stay upset with him faltering. "Because I wanna know everything about you baby, and that includes all of your dirty little secrets" he says directly into my ear before sucking on the sensitive skin right below.
I shudder at the thought of letting him in that much and I know I will eventually but his want to figure out as many ways as he can to please me on his own is way too fun to experience, no matter how embarrassing it might seem.
"You like that huh? The thought of me knowing everything about you, all your deepest darkest desires that you haven't even dared to say out loud. My baby likes to hide that away huh? Too afraid to even tell me what she wants sometimes. That's pretty selfish don't you think?" he says, his grip on my waist tightening when he pulls me closer, his sensors picking up on my arousal and in turn hardening his length for me to use as I see fit.
"Why don't you let me use some of those on you tonight hm? Or better yet, let me watch you use them to get yourself off. I bet you'd look adorable, so frustrated and begging for release but never quite getting exactly what you wanted" he says but I shake my head.
"Too cold, want you" his presence tonight being one that drove me into submission so easily. I can't help but become putty in his hands sometimes. He was made for me and knows exactly what I like so why not give into what his programing is telling him to do to me.
"Aw, too cold for you? Needed me to warm you up?" he says, his condescending way of talking to me one of the easiest ways to tip me into that submissive headspace, only with him though. With him things are different. With him I know I'm safe.
I nod my head and my lip juts out the slightest bit leaving him running his thumb along it before I decide to open my mouth and run my tongue across it. His robotic pupils dilate as if they were human and the next second I'm on my back on my bed, him hovering over me with that sexy smug look on his face.
"Does my pretty baby want something?" he asks, caressing my cheek with a featherlight touch, and I blink up at him, still reeling from his sudden actions. He hums as a way to get my attention on him again, wanting me to answer his question.
"Want you" I say, hoping he'll accept my simple answer but I know he won't settle for that. "You've gotta be a little more specific love" he teases making me huff. "Oh come on, be a good girl for me and tell me what you want hm?" he mumbles and peppers kisses all along my neck and collarbone, having worn just a tank top and shorts today.
His hands heat up and run along my skin, warming me up just like he said he would but suddenly his hands turn ice cold, making me push him away but as always he doesn't budge at all.
"What the matter love?" he taunts, his hands quickly going back to a normal temperature. "Don't do that" I scowl, not liking the sudden change. "Lemme play around a bit yeah? Wanna try something" he says, clearly ignoring my scolding.
I squint my eyes at him when he looks down at me, a stupidly tempting look on his face. "Just trust me" he says, leaning down to mumble it against my lips, just barely kissing me before pulling back and looking at me again for confirmation.
After thinking for a couple more seconds I nod my head and he tongues his cheek, a habit that he picked up from who knows where but something that's become so sexy to me and he knows it.
He helps me strip out of my clothes and lets out a groan in approval, running his fingers through my folds.
"Baby is so wet for me already and I've barely done anything. How adorable. Been waiting all day for me to touch you huh?" he says, watching as my mouth falls open when he applies pressure on my clit just how I like it, tracing circles around it and alternating with just barely dipping a finger into my entrance, never giving me what I really want, playing with me just like he said he would.
When his fingers start to touch me with more precision, one finger pumping inside of me while his thumb circles my clit I feel that same chill run though my body and I realize his hands have gone cold inside me making me yelp and back away from him but he growls and uses his other hand to grip my hip pinning me down on the bed to keep me from moving.
"Stay still for me love, promise it'll feel good" he says and I decide to trust him. He knows what my body wants and what it can handle, the signs to look out for to know what's going on in my head.
"So good for me" he says, kissing me and starting to pump his fingers in and out of me again, adding a second one right away but switching the temperature back to a warmer one to help with the stretch.
Once he starts to feel that I've gotten used to the intrusion he changes the temperature just cold enough so I can feel it, my back arching as the only way I can move about since he's still got my hips pinned against the mattress.
"Shh I know I know. You can take it though, it's just a little cold love" he coaches, his cold fingers dragging along my warm walls making me wince. "This is w-why I stopped using them, t-too cold" I admit although I already had before, hoping that in some way that would make him stop but he doesn't.
"You know I'll take care of you though" he says, the temperature of his fingers changing back to normal now, giving me a bit of a breather but soon he's pulling them out of me making me wince for another reason.
"Where are you going?" I whine but he only laughs and gets off the bed to take off his clothes before crawling back on top of me. "My baby is so impatient, aren't you?" he chuckles, settling between my legs and dragging his tip along my folds, his brows furrowed in concentration while collecting my slick and rubbing it all over his cock.
"Just put it in already, please" I basically cry out, the temperature play leaving me incredible sensitive and he knows it, not letting up with this sick form of torture. He places his tip against my entrance, not pushing in and just teasing my hole and when I open my mouth to protest he shoves himself into me, knocking the wind out of me, his response a hum, clearly satisfied with the results of his actions.
"Couldn't even wait for me to fuck you like I wanted to, needed my cock in you so bad that you couldn't even shut up and wait. Thought you wanted to be good for me tonight" he grunts, slamming into me at a relentless pace, his robotic strength being unparalleled in bed. I sob, the intensity and the need to catch my breath overwhelming me in the best way possible but when he chances the temperature of his dick I'm screaming for him to change it back.
"Stop running" he growls, grabbing my hips and sitting back on his heels so he can fuck me onto him, pushing and pulling my hips so fast making my breasts bounce up and down. "Fuck play with your tits. Wanna ruin you but my baby can lend me a hand or two can't she?" he says, talking down to me like I'm fucking stupid when I clearly am, cock drunk and barely able to see straight.
I slowly bring my hands up my torso, ghosting my fingers along my breasts, "S-shit" he stutters, his programing really playing the part and making me moan at his reaction. "Play with your nipples baby, get them nice and hard for me" he says, his hands dragging my hips back and forth making his length disappear inside of me over and over, never ceasing making my cock drunk mind go blurry, my reaction speed severely diminished.
He decides to give me a breather, stopping his movements and putting his fingers in my mouth, my lips closing around them right away. "Make a mess baby" he say, encouraging me to get them as wet as possible, my tongue swirling around them, a pool of saliva now gathered and making a complete mess, exactly how he wanted.
He takes them out of my mouth and my brows furrow, not wanting to stop since the approving gaze he gave me while I did it being something I didn't want to give up just yet. He chuckles and rubs his fingers together, making sure his thumb, pointer and middle finger are covered before using them to play with my nipple making me whine at the harsh pressure.
"Shh it's okay, I got you" he coaches, the cold temperature making my nipples harden painfully, goosebumps now present all over my body.Â
"My baby gets so cold so easily. Want me to warm you up again?" he taunts and I nod my head, the rate of his thrusts though making it difficult to decipher but he knows and so he switches to a warmer temperature making me sigh in delight. It quickly goes from too cold to way too warm making me moan in delight, the scorching temperature being painfully pleasurable.
"Don't worry baby, it's not gonna leave a mark, I wouldn't hurt my pretty girl. Unless she wanted me to" he says, the offer enticing enough to make me think twice but I shake my head 'no' and he take it. "Baby doesn't wanna be branded? That's okay, I'll take good care of you" he coos and that he does.
Over and over and over.Â
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Vampiric Thirst
(Old note: Throws this at you guys. Havenât written in a while. I donât know if that will change, but I couldnât help but make this after the whole vampire event. Once more I end up disappointed by Obey Me events. I really need to lower my standards like I do for Ark, because as fun as the concepts can be, every event ends up feeling rushed and half-baked. Theyâre not gonna stop though because suckers like me will pay money for a dopamine hit because I have no meaning in life.
New note: Obviously taking some liberties to make it so that Solomon does actually have vampiric urges rather than just being a horndog because this game is literally mostly horny, but I crave plot and substance and have no interest in horny. Maybe I donât want to fuck anyone, maybe I want actual stakes and near-death because if thereâs no threat of dying, then whatâs the point of living? Anyways, have something started last July, haha. Itâs short, but I want it out of my WIP pile where itâs been judging me from the goddamn corner. I have a bunch of lore ideas with this given the events status being introduced after Nightbringers release, but I wonât get into it cause Iâd need to refresh myself on OM.)
Word count: 3668
TW/CW: Soft, safe, nonsexual G/t vore, fearplay, blood, bloodsucking (I hate any word with suck in it, but itâs in here), prey in a stomach full of blood
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âBecause Iâm always craving you, Kat. So much so that I honestly could devour you.â
That⌠hadnât really been what I had expected when I asked him why he seemed to be acting odd today when he walked into my room at Cocytus Hall to give me something, kind of freezing when some sort of realization went over him.
I couldnât help the way my heart picked up the pace anxiously, despite having come across multiple situations similar to this one. Seeing Solomon with a similar hunger to Beel that was uncharacteristic of him made my anxiety spike a bit. âBuuut, youâre not. Right,â I asked nervously, unable to NOT notice the way his eyes glowed slightly as I lowered the book Iâd been reading. I couldnât help but keep my desk chair facing him, something instinctive decidedly not wanting to turn my back to him despite having been in far worse situations.
It didnât seem to matter much as he touched his throat lightly, stepping slightly closer and replying, âI donât think I could actually stop myself if I wanted if this keeps up⌠Kat, I know this is a sudden request but⌠would you mind if I drank some of your blood?â
âWha- blood?â I blinked a bit in surprise, feeling a slight epiphany as I realized. âOoh! I thought Vampiritis couldnât affect you. Or did your hubris come to bite you?â
I intended no pun, but Solomon still let out a snort of amusement, though he also looked a tad sheepish like I had hit the nail on the head. I had told him that he should still be careful with the brothers himself, but heâd mostly brushed me off and said that he needed to keep his âprecious apprenticeâ from either catching Vampiritis or becoming a human-sized CapriSun to the afflicted demon brothers while that whole situation was figured out. But, it seemed like his rather attentive nature to me hadnât extended to himself and he ended up contracting Vampiritis despite all boisterous assurances that he wouldnât.
âUnfortunately, it appears that being around the brothers so much has infected me,â the sorcerer sighed, looking a bit dejected at having contracted the disease. His eyes seemed slightly glazed over and unfocused like he wasnât fully in the conversation.
âWell, Barbatos might still have some of the antidote,â I replied, seeing him perk up slightly at the reminder, eyes refocusing with his normal clarity from the pretty obvious distractions on his mind. I set my book down on my desk and started to get up, adding, âI'm sure Diavolo will be able to-."
I yelped when there was a sudden weight against my shoulder and I was shoved back into my chair, looking up at Solomon with startled eyes. His own glowed slightly as he unintentionally loomed over me, looking caught off guard at his own actions.
âUuuuh, Solomon?â
âI'm a bit a-... worried that I may not be able to hold back against my current thirst on the way to Diavolo or Barbatos,â Solomon admitted. âI'm afraid that if something isn't done NOW that I'll quite literally see red.â
âReally? Did you really try to make a shitty joke in the current situation,â I asked, but I couldn't make myself add any bite to it. His grip on my shoulder was firm and I could feel it tightening slightly each second, able to feel the shake in his grasp. Feeling overly aware of him with the proximity, I could barely hear the slight pant beneath his breath. I took a steadying breath of my own. âLook, I'll give you a LITTLE bit of blood. Just enough to hopefully ebb the hunger pangs, alright? Then we can go to Diavolo with your mind clearer.â
He jolted slightly at my suggestion, or maybe it was just my voice, and a conflicted expression passed across his face. He opened his mouth to say something but it didnât come out for a few seconds, straining before saying, âI⌠Yes. Yes, perhaps that will help abate the hunger.â
I didnât like how he hesitated as he said it or how his expression looked both extremely guilty and eager. But, despite the anxious feeling settling in my gut, I trusted him. To a point.
âAlright, well, first of all, you gotta back up a bit there, bud,â I planted a hand against his chest and shoved at him. His lips twitched in the barest frown before allowing himself to be pushed back away from me, giving me some much needed breathing room and some relief from being pinned by my shoulder to the chair. Absentmindedly rubbing the back of my neck, I thought aloud, âI kind of don't really trust you with my neck, so we're gonna go with⌠a wrist, I think, yeah.â
âR-Right.â Solomon looked like he was barely paying attention, hands shaking slightly as he bit his lip, seemingly trying to keep his mind clear enough. I saw a bead of his own blood from it.
I reached down and began to roll my sleeves up nervously, only slightly comforted by the sight of the protective charm on my right wrist. Once my sleeves were rolled I felt a bit awkward as I kind of held both out towards him. âUhhhh, take your pick, I guess. Just don't bite too deep? I'm not sure if you could break my wrists by biting them, but I'd like to not test that too much.â
âI'll do my best,â Solomon presumably tried to give me a reassuring smile but it came out as more of a grimace. He gave up pretty quickly and carefully grabbed my left wrist like it'd snap at his touch. If Vampiritis gave him the cliche super-strength that movie vampires had, maybe it was for the best.
I was a bit surprised when the sorcerer kneeled to get better access to my wrist, feeling more than a little awkward - I probably should have stood up or figured something else out before offering my blood to him since he wasn't really in the headspace to think clearly - but the awkwardness was tempered by a familiar squeamishness that settled in the pit of my stomach. It was similar to, but wasn't quite as bad as, the nauseous anxiety I felt anytime I had to get my blood drawn or a shot.Â
I managed to watch as Solomon raised my wrist slightly to his face, saw him open his mouth to reveal a glimpse of the elongated canines that were a symptom of Vampiritis and felt a bit of his breath against my skin. But I felt myself pale right as he opened his jaws wider and averted my gaze before he bit down, warned by the slight tensing of his hold on my wrist.Â
There were two points of pain that suddenly bloomed along my wrist vein as the skin was pierced, making me yelp and stiffen. I managed to mostly resist the urge to pull away as I bit down on my tongue, but my heart skipped a beat as a twitch from my arm told me that he probably wouldn't have budged if I had tried to pull away properly. Â
I swallowed thickly, wondering if he could taste adrenaline in my quickened pulse for a moment before the pain in my wrist faded startlingly quickly. It was cold and numb, like novocaine to my system, and I couldn't help but blink in surprise and look back.Â
Only to immediately avert my gaze again with a fresh wave of dizziness and queasiness.Â
"Okay, nope," I muttered to myself, trying to push aside the image of Solomon latched onto my wrist with a thin stream of blood trickling from the corner of his mouth and an almost blissful close-eyed expression out of my head. At least one of us was having fun.Â
Thankfully, it wasn't too long before I heard the small gasp and slight panting as he detached from me. It had maybe been several seconds, probably enough for a full mouthful or two with the smaller veins in my wrist compared to my throat, but it had felt awfully long, and I felt the lingering squeamishness that I knew would remain for the rest of the day.Â
"I hope that helped clear your head a bit," I pulled my wrist back to myself and gingerly touched a finger to the two beading puncture wounds as I started to turn my head to look at Solomon. My hand had a pins and needles feeling. "I was a bit worried you'd-."Â
My voice immediately became muffled as my mouth was covered by a hand, eyes widening and crying out in surprise when the force of Solomon lunging upward caused the desk chair to fall back. It hit the desk edge first before sliding to the ground, rattling my skull as the chair back hit the ground, making me grunt from the fall and ending up pinned beneath the feral sorcerer.Â
"Mmph!" I blinked away my brief daze, looking up at Solomon's face in the shadow of the desk as panic flared across my pacts. His slightly glowing blue eyes were replaced by an intense red and I could see streaks of my own blood from the corners of his mouth. The feral looking expression was something I'd never seen in him before, but I couldn't summon anyone or use a spell with my mouth currently covered.Â
There was a sharp tug against my neck as my choker was broken off, jolting me from my frozen shock. I squirmed and bucked beneath the sorcerer, twisting up and elbowing him in the face. The man HISSED at me and I took advantage of his surprise to shove his hand off of my mouth. Kicking at his chest to push him off me and retreat further beneath the desk, I began to recite a summoning spell.Â
"Hear me and heed my call," I exclaimed as quick and clear as I could, feeling a pressure behind my eye. Solomon was sat from where I'd pushed him back, hand against his cheekbone where I'd struck him. His expression went from indignant surprise to one of uncharacteristic, raw fury. I saw him tense like a coil before trying to push forward off the ground to lunge towards me again. I quickly raised my leg, shoe planting firmly against his chest as it barely stopped him, knee almost buckling painfully against the force. âIn the name of the sorcerer Katherine, I draw upon my pact with the ring of li-GHT!âÂ
My voice hitched as Solomon grabbed the ankle of the foot against his chest, pulling it to the side and yanking me closer. My heart raced, gritting my teeth as we scuffled in the cramped space beneath the desk. I tried to not fuck up saying the summon, while trying to stop him from stopping ME from saying it, while also trying to get my foot loose and scramble further back again.Â
âCome forth, Mam-mphf!â I narrowed my eyes and grunted as Solomon let go of my ankle and managed to wrestle both of my wrists in one hand, covering my mouth again with his other. The pressure that had been building behind my eye fizzled out and disappeared dead in its tracks. Â
The sorcerer wasted no time in descending on me, making me gasp in pain as my throat was bitten. I squirmed but could do nothing as restrained as I was, my pained panting lessening as the numbing began to settle in my neck, my hand still tingling from loss of feeling in the wrist. I heard the first swallow as he began to drink greedily and felt a rush of lightheadedness. Lightheadedness that lingered as more blood was stolen and less was able to reach my head properly, making my thrashing lessen alarmingly fast.
I tried to call out Solomonâs name, to try and appeal to him past the feral fervor that had overtaken him. But, of course, it came out as an easily ignored muffled shout that I barely heard over the blood rushing in my own ears and the sound of gulping.
Time slowed painfully as I remained pinned beneath the sorcerer, the lightheadedness and weak feeling in my body increasing every second. My limbs felt more and more like lead until my arms simply hung by my wrists in Solomonâs hold, now struggling to just keep my eyes open and focus on the wooden grain of the desk underside above, trying to not pass out with the fear that if I closed my eyes that I wouldnât open them again. However, even that became too much effort and my eyelids slid closed.
I felt cold and tired.
I wasnât sure how much time passed with my eyes closed but I realized that I was being nudged, barely able to focus on the voice, âSh-Shit, Kat? Kat?!â
âNnngh,â I groaned at being nudged again, eyelids twitching a few times before I managed to groggily force them open. My sight was blurry and I had to clear it with a couple blinks to look up at Solomon, who gazed down in worried panic with slightly glowing blue eyes rather than the red from before. I just felt an overwhelming wave of relief at seeing that he seemed to have come to. âOh, thank god..â
I let out a relieved sigh, eyes closing again tiredly, adrenaline either long gone or drained and feeling exhausted relief at seeing Solomon alright. My brow twitched and furrowed as I was shaken, struggling to get out of the dazed stupor Iâd almost immediately fallen into without realizing it.
I just wanted to sleep now, man, leave me alone.
âCome on, stay with me,â Solomon said, something brushing against my neck as he murmured some words under his breath. âI canât have my adorable apprentice dying on me.â
âMmmn-n-not adorable,â I grumbled weakly, managing to open an eye in an attempt to glare at him. He pulled his hand away from my neck and the glow of a healing spell dissipated in his palm. The healing spell didnât clear away the blood on his hand and chin, making me wonder how bad I looked if HE looked this disheveled and blood-covered.
âI canât believe that worked. Youâre ridiculous,â the sorcerer laughed, but it was strained. He reached for something nearby and muttered another spell, adding louder, âJust try and stay awake while I try to fix this before the bloodlust becomes unbearable again. If this is how Beel feels all the time, no wonder he goes mad with hunger as often as he doesâŚâ
I groaned in acknowledgement, fighting to keep my eye open. I gave up and lifted a lead-heavy arm to drape lethargically over my eyes. âHow much blood can I lose before dying?â
âWell, the average person can lose up to a fifth of their blood on average before going into complete shock. However, more than forty percent is almost certainly lethal.â
My lips pursed at the information, quiet for a few seconds before lifting my arm slightly from my eyes to peer at him and mumbling, âI donât like that you just know that.â
âYou did ask,â Solomon replied lightly in an attempt to lighten the mood. He seemed satisfied with whatever he cast and started reaching for my neck again. His expression fell when I involuntarily flinched slightly away from his hands.Â
âI-... s-sorryâŚâ
âNo. No, itâs⌠understandable,â he sighed slightly, grabbing my other wrist instead. My hand curled defensively as he lifted it up and tied my choker around the wrist.Â
I let out a surprised noise as I felt a sudden surge of energy and slight warmth, having not realized how chilled I was with my lack of blood. Not enough to be jumping up and down or anything, but I didnât feel like I was about to die anymore. I blinked at not feeling like death and gave Solomon a bleary quizzical look.
âItâs to magically help your blood levels. I canât make something from nothing, especially in my mental state right now, but it'll keep you from dying to blood loss,â Solomon explained, giving me a guilty, apologetic, and shameful expression. He sighed and I felt like his eyes flickered for a second. âIt's also to help you breathe and hopefully keep you clean.â
âSolomon. I don't like that you said thatâŚ,â I narrowed my eyes at him and shifted to try and push myself into a sitting position, yelping when my elbows buckled beneath me. Yup, still too weak to move much.Â
âDon't strain yourself,â a hand planted against my shoulder to keep me down as the sorcerer looked at me with concern. He tried to give me a reassuring smile despite the obvious mental strain it was taking him to maintain control.Â
Probably would have been more effective if there wasn't a slight discoloration on his face where I'd elbowed him as bruising started setting in, he hadn't literally just overpowered me, was on the verge of relapsing, and we were both covered in my own blood. In my slightly delirious state, I had to internally admit that it was quite a look.
âSol-.â
âIt's nothing you haven't handled before,â the sorcerer continued, interrupting whatever further protests or questions I had before he started reciting the now very familiar shrinking spell Iâd grown accustomed to hearing from the brothers.Â
Almost immediately the lightheadedness and vertigo took over, dazing me and making my vision swim. I barely registered the sensation of being lifted from the ground, my eyesight refocusing in time to see Solomonâs mouth open above me. The elongated canines that had punctured my skin minutes prior now framed the dark confines of his bloodstained jaws and the warm, shaky exhale that washed over me was saturated with the scent of iron. My heart skipped a beat.
I knew any protest or words would fall on deaf ears but as I was lifted closer to Solomonâs open mouth with his tongue extending slightly to lay over his lower teeth I couldnât help but weakly say, âIf this ends up killing me, Iâm gonna kick your ass.â
There was another, sharper exhale from the sorcerer and a slight upturn at the corner of his lips before I was transferred from his palm to the slick, textured surface of his tongue, the muscle curling behind me and drawing me into his jaws. Saliva instantly soaked into my clothes as teeth lightly clicked shut behind me to leave me in darkness, able to hear and feel everything around me flex as Solomon instinctively swallowed some excess saliva.
His breathing was more noticeably ragged from within his jaws, huffing as his tongue quivered beneath me. I was confused, laying in a tired daze and wondering why nothing was moving, used to being tasted, sometimes with aggressive fervor. From the way I could feel drool pooling beneath my back I could tell that I was appealing to him, but the question of whether or not it was brought on by the Vampiritis would have to wait until later. I realized when his tongue only gingerly lapped at me a couple times before gravity began to shift that he seemed to be desperately holding himself back.
âRight,â I mumbled, letting myself slide toward the back of his throat. âKind of attacked me.â
Solomon probably didnât want to hurt me more.
I grunted slightly as a swallow quickly dragged me into his gullet and more hastened my descent down his esophagus, breathing restricted by the tight confines and each inhale laced with the tang of blood. Slipping past the collarbone was more constrictive and I was able to hear the sorcerer let out an exhale of relief, felt the odd sensation of being tightly hugged on all sides by peristalsis pulling me yet able to discern the sensation of him leaning forward slightly.
âI canât tell how much of it is the Vampiritis but⌠this is unnervingly satisfying,â he admitted, voice resonating down to my bones in my descent. âI really hope youâll be able to breathe. I guess Iâll find out if you donât flail.â
There he went, mentioning breathing again. I was almost confused but as I felt the slight pressure beneath me that precluded spilling into a stomach, I realized that he quite literally had his fill of me. There wasnât even a splash as I was forced into the organ, just slipping into a chamber of blood that I was thankful I couldnât see. Whatever he did to my choker was allowing me to breathe, which I was thankful for considering I hadnât exactly braced myself to hold my breath, and oddly enough each inhale was clean air instead of iron-saturated liquid. Potentially some sort of personal breathing bubble, I wasnât exactly going to summon a light source in here.
âYouâre good, Solomon,â I mustered the energy to shout up, feeling for the nearest stomach wall in the space expanded with my own blood. I tried not to think about it too much.
âThank goodness,â Solomon let out a sigh of relief. Everything sort of sloshed around as he moved, the force of him shifting and standing up making me sink a little. âIt seems eating you has tempered the bloodlust slightly. I was worried that I was going to drain you, felt like I was starving and greedy even though I feel full. Now, to get Barbatos and-.â
Solomon was interrupted by the sound of the door breaking open and slamming against the wall, Mammonâs voice shouting in a panic, âKAT!â
âUh oh.â Solomon and I muttered at the same time.
âI assure you, this looks far worse than it is,â Solomon told Mammon, and considering how bloody and disheveled the sorcerer and my room was, I didnât think the demon would believe that.Â
All I could do was wish Solomon luck and prepare to potentially be sloshed around.
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send me some writing requests!
things that i will & won't write under the cut (you can also find a link to it in my pinned. not linking here because for some reason, it sometimes makes it so posts don't show up in the tags)
first things first: i'm only taking hi-fi rush requests.
second things second: what i will write
any hi-fi rush character
i will also write ocs, but you must provide the necessary info about them (basic things, y'know. personality, appearance, etc. telling me their mannerisms (such as speech patterns and whatnot) also helps a lot)
(almost) any 'genres' (e.g. fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, sickfic, etc.)
aus, but you must provide some info about the au if it isn't one of mine
what i will not write
smut
x reader
chai x kale (if you ship it, that's fine, i just don't care for it personally and don't particularly want to write it)
now, some extra things:
try to keep your request somewhat specific. really, anything is better than just, "angst." but a decent example would be something like this: "korsica and peppermint go on a dinner date." more specificity is appreciated, as well.
every request i write will be under/around 1000 words long. if you're wanting something longer, sorry not sorry.
please send your request as an ask, not as a reply to one of my posts. it makes it easier for me to keep track of your request.
i reserve the right to not do your request for whatever reason. all requests that i decide to not do i delete from my inbox. sidenote: just because your request hasn't been fulfilled doesn't necessarily mean i've deleted it. it can take me a bit to get to them sometimes because, y'know, i have a Life and Stuff.
#hi fi rush#angeltalks.txt#writing stuff has been All Over The Place for me lately#i think i need a bit of a reboot#so i figured doing some requests might help
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broken promises
pt two
bodyguard!logan howlett x congressman's daughter!reader
a/n: the fact that he was canonically a bodyguard makes me absolutely insane someone congratulate me, I finally figured out how to make my own dividers Summary: He's learned from past mistakes that no matter how tempting the girl is, it's better not to get involved. He just needs some cash, he doesn't give a fuck how pretty you are. He doesn't care about you. He makes it clear he wants nothing to do with you besides seeing you sign his check. But, is that really all he wants? You're not blind to the way he looks at you. 18+ MDNI Shameless smut at the end, I'm not sorry about it at all.
Logan had gotten used to this. The long drawn-out wait to meet with the man who wanted to hire him. He always arrived right on time, not a moment earlier. They all had the same game they liked to play.Â
The secretary would greet him, a pretty girl in her 20s that the men were screwing or trying to screw. Then they would make him sit in the lobby for half an hour. Theyâd apologize by pushing the blame on someone else, saying a meeting had gone on too long. But there wasnât a meeting. There never was.Â
They liked to make themselves seem more important than they were. It was a power game, an intimidation tactic that he had always scoffed at. He didnât give a fuck what government ties they had or otherwise. He just wanted his paycheck.Â
This one was no different. A congressman who had only recently begun to make waves when he started up an anti-mutant agenda. Ironic that he had specifically requested Logan for the very thing he was trying to eradicate.Â
There was a buzz and then the secretary was picking up her phone. She spared Logan a fleeting glance before whispering something into the receiver. She looked over at him and he already knew what she was going to say. âHeâs ready for you now.âÂ
âThanks, sweetheart,â she gave him a coquettish smile as he made his way towards the large office at the end of the hall. The door was closed when he reached it, three quick knocks and then a quiet Come in.Â
The man didnât even look up to greet him. He continued signing something on his desk. Logan took a seat in one of the chairs, waiting for another few minutes before he was deemed important enough to address. He received a tight smile and narrowed eyes as the man took in the way he was dressed.Â
He never dressed up for these things. Heâd learned a while ago that a suit wasnât going to get him any further than his leather jacket was. Might as well be comfortable while talking to these pricks.Â
âHad a phone call with an associate of mine. Ran on longer than I meant it to.â Always an excuse, never an apology.Â
Logan scoffed and shrugged. âI was fine.â
The man sniffed, âIâm sure. Look, Iâll cut straight to the chase. You come highly recommended by my peers and I need help fast.â Logan nodded, motioning for him to continue. The manâs eyes lingered on his fists for a long while before he finished. âItâs my daughter. Things have been a little rough for her at school, for lack of a better word. Especially since this new campaign started. I just need someone to keep a closer eye on her.â
Loganâs eyes narrowed, âShe a party girl or something?â He wasnât sure he could handle another bratty daddyâs girl again. The last one had nearly made him blow his brains out. They always think flipping their skirts up will let them get away with more and he canât stand it.Â
The manâs face blanched and he shook his head so vigorously that his jowls moved with him. âOh, no, not at all. But sheâs,â he paused and lowered his voice. He leaned in closer to Logan and waited for Logan to do the same. He rolled his eyes but did it anyway. âSheâs like you, you know.â
Logan shot him a grin, âYou mean a mutant.â
âLower your voice,â he hissed, face tightening up in anger. âBut, yes, a mutant. And I need one to guard her.â Ironic, this man was driving a campaign to make mutants second-class citizens, and his daughter was one. But Logan needed a check, he didnât give a fuck about the morals of it all.Â
âSounds good to me.â
âPerfect, you can pick her up from school for me.â
You had your earbuds in, head lowered while you made the trek across campus when you noticed him. He was difficult to miss, tall and buff. Very buff, youâre surprised that tank top of his hasnât ripped every time he flexes.Â
Your dadâs newest campaign has you hyper-aware of your surroundings. You canât afford to let your guard down. Not after the last attack.Â
Thereâs something about this man that tells you he isnât someone looking to jump you, though. Youâre not sure what it is. Every part of him screams danger, but not the type youâre looking out for. The cigar perched between his lips, the glistening muscles you want to bite, heâs trouble.Â
When you spot him outside your lecture hall for the third time that day, you finally figure out whatâs happening. Your dad had told you heâd hired someone new to watch over you at school. You hadnât voiced just how against it you were, but you didnât like the idea.Â
You didnât mind this guy, though. He wasnât busting into your classes and embarrassing the shit out of you by making everyone empty their pockets like the last guy. He just lingered. You could deal with lingering.Â
What you couldnât deal with was the way he was leaning against his motorcycle, smirking as you slowly approached him.Â
âDid my dad hire you?â You call out, tugging your earbuds out. âWho are you?â
He speaks around the cigar like it's second nature. âYour new bodyguard, sweetheart.â You suck in a deep breath when you hear his voice. Heâs extremely attractive, you're surprised your dad would risk this.Â
One of the other ones had kind of gotten a little obsessed, stalking you even in his off hours. You didnât think your dad would want another pretty boy around you. Though, you suppose this one isnât pretty. Heâs extremely handsome, ruggedly so, very manly. Jesus, you might end up being the stalker this time.Â
His lips curl up like he knows what youâre thinking about. You clear your throat, shifting your backpack higher up your arm. âYou planning on taking me home on that?â You ask, pointing at his bike.Â
He straightens up and shrugs. âGot a problem with the bike?â
You grin, âNot really,â but your dad will. âNo, not at all.â
You walk towards him and he reaches out, grabbing your backpack straps and tugging you towards him. You stumble, hands bracing against his chest so you donât land flat on your face. âSorry, kid,â but he doesnât sound sorry at all. He buckles the straps of your backpack together and tightens them, puffing smoke in your face while he does. âDonât want this flying off.â
âMhm,â you hum. Youâre not paying attention at all. The only thing you care about right now is just how ripped he is under your hands. Youâre not sure how long you gawk at him but he seems to be ridiculously amused by it.Â
âReady to go home, or what?â You jump back from him, brushing your hands off on your leggings and clearing your throat.Â
âYes, yeah.â You rip your eyes off his body and instead focus on the bike. âNo helmets?â You ask.
âYou heal, donât you?â You nod and he shrugs. âDonât need them then, do we?â
You canât help the giddy grin on your face at that. Itâs gotten tiring being treated like glass. Youâre about to get on the bike when you finally process what he said. âWait, how do you know I heal?â
He doesnât respond verbally. Instead, his gaze darts down to his fists. Your eyes widen when you see the metal poking through the skin. Of course, your father would only tell another mutant about his abomination of a daughter. You scoff and roll your eyes. Heâs such a fucking hypocrite.Â
Logan climbs on the bike and you follow after him. You're hesitant to wrap your arms around his waist but he just reaches behind himself and jerks you forward.Â
You suck in a sharp breath, pelvis tight against his ass while he squeezes your hands. âYou want to go flying?â You shake your head and he chuckles, starting the bike and driving off without another word.Â
Part of you loves the ride home, the other part detests it. For once you get to experience a little freedom. Youâre not trapped in a steel box staring at the back of a car seat while the man beside you pretends he doesnât exist.Â
You can feel the wind in your hair, get a taste of real speed, and enjoy a moment uninterrupted by someoneâs expectations of you. On the other hand, Logan does not respect speeding laws. And healing abilities or not, you donât actually want to experience road rash.Â
He manages to get you home in one piece, parking the motorcycle in the driveway and waiting for you to get off. But you canât, your thighs have been clenching the seat so tight you think they might need to scrape you off.Â
âKid?â He mutters. You shake your head against his back, arms still strangling his waist. It was actually kind of fucking terrifying being on one of these things. You canât tell if you loved or hated it.Â
He lets out a rough sigh, forcibly moving your arms and then tugging you off the seat. Your legs are like jello while you try and straighten out. âWasnât so bad, was it?â He asks. You canât manage much more than a strangled hum and he laughs.Â
You turn to your front door and spot a leering face peering out the window. âShit,â you huff. Your stepmother sees you spot her and disappears from view. You feel your hopes of ever getting back on that bike go with her.Â
âYou took her home on your bike!â
âWell-â
You flinch at the volume of your fatherâs voice. âI donât give a fuck what your excuse is! I will not have my daughter seen riding that monstrosity! You are not to do this again, do you understand me?â
You donât know what Logan says, but youâre certain itâs not the submissive Yes, sir your father is looking for. He continues shouting at him for another ten minutes. When you hear the door to his office open you scramble to look like you hadnât been listening in.Â
But youâre a bad actress and if his huff of laughter is anything to go by, Logan knows what you were doing. âDid you know that was going to happen?â He asks, pointing back to your fatherâs, now closed, study.Â
You nod, pursing your lips with an apologetic smile. âIf it helps, I was really hoping he wouldnât do that.â
He shrugs, âI donât really give a fuck how much he wants to scream at me.â Itâs refreshing, to finally have someone in the house who doesnât kiss your fatherâs ass. It makes you smile, a real genuine smile for the first time in a while.Â
You stand from the chair youâd been sitting in, gesturing further into your home. âAre you hungry? I havenât eaten all day so I was thinking about making something.â
The smirk drops from his face, expression suddenly serious. It makes you tense up. âLook, I appreciate the offer, but Iâm here to get paid. I donât want to be your friend, kid.â
You suck in a sharp breath, trying not to let the rejection sting. Heâs a professional, it should be a relief after the last one. âRight, yeah, Iâm sorry I didnât mean it like that.â
He nods, âRight,â tone stiff. You stare at him for another awkwardly long moment before you finally turn on your heel and walk toward the kitchen. You rush there, speedwalking so you donât have to look at him any longer.Â
You open up your fridge, keeping your back to him for as long as humanly possible. You can hear him take a seat at the island, can feel the way his eyes bore into you. Itâs a physical thing, his gaze, makes chills scrape their way down your spine.Â
You make yourself a sandwich and finally force yourself to turn around. Like youâd expected, heâs already looking at you. Lips ticking up just slightly when you finally get the courage to look up at him.Â
Logan feels a little guilty. You werenât coming onto him earlier, you were being genuine with your kindness. He knows there were no ulterior motives to it and thereâs a very slight part of him that feels bad for making you so quiet. âWhyâs your dad so pissy about the bike?â
Youâre a little startled by the question, after the comment he made youâd thought he wouldnât want anything to do with you. You swallow down the rest of your bite and cough a little when the bread gets stuck on the roof of your mouth.Â
âHe doesnât want me to crash.â
âBut you heal,â he points out bluntly and you canât help but laugh a little.Â
âYeah, thatâs the problem. He doesnât want me to crash and for someone to see that I miraculously healed. Having a freak for a daughter wouldnât exactly help his campaign, would it?â You canât even attempt to hide the bitterness in your voice. And you know Logan picks up on it because he doesnât ask any more questions.Â
Your gaze drops to your plate and you finish the rest of your meal in silence. Or, you try to. âGot any plans tonight?â
You chuckle and give him an odd look. âNo,â you respond sardonically. âNone at all, prepare yourself for a very boring job. I donât even know why he hired you, I never leave the house unless it's for school.â
âYeah?â he muses, but he doesnât seem particularly interested. More like heâs talking just to pass the time. âI heard youâve been having a hard time at school.â
You suck in a sharp breath, a sudden wave of anger roiling through your gut. The cabinets behind you begin to shake and you wince in embarrassment, tamping down on your powers before you accidentally blow up the kitchen.Â
Logan watches the moment with subdued interest like heâs not all that surprised or impressed with the display. âUnless they were a PoliSci nerd, I was a nobody up until last year.â Thereâs no concealing the hate lurking within your words, âAnd then my dad took up this whole anti-mutant regime. Well, you can imagine how much the activists love me. Iâve just had a few incidents with some particularly passionate protestors.â
âDo you believe in it?â
Your eyes widen in surprise, you hadnât expected him to actually continue the conversation. âWhat do you mean?â
He leans back, arms crossed across his chest in a way that makes his biceps bulge. He shrugs, âThe anti-mutant regime, do you agree with it?â
You open your mouth, the perfected script almost rolling off your tongue. But this isnât some politician's son youâre wooing. Youâre not the perfect daughter, youâre in your own home, finally talking to someone else like you.Â
âNo.â You answer, voice strong in its conviction. âAnd every time I see one of his PAs running around with their little signs I want to ram the stick up their ass.â
He barks out a laugh, eyes crinkling up in amusement. âI think we might get along, kid.â
You try to ignore the way your cheeks warm at his words. You donât want to be this affected by him, youâve barely spoken to him. But this is the first person in a long time that you know with absolute certainty you can be honest with. He doesnât care about protecting your political image or bowing to your fatherâs every whim.Â
Itâs a relief, like a constricting weight being taken off your chest. You give him an easy smile and get up to wash your dishes. His eyes are on you again but they feel less oppressive this time. Youâve already forgotten the rule heâs set in place, youâre not supposed to be friends.Â
Itâs going to be hard to remember that.Â
Your father tightens his grip around your waist until you feel like you might squeal. âSmile, now.â You raise your hand, taking the stairs up the stage and waving out at the crowd thatâs formed. Itâs hot today, your makeup would be melting off if it werenât for the artists who put it on for you.Â
Always have to look good in front of the camera. All of you. Seeing Logan in a suit was certainly a surprise. Youâre almost completely sure that your father had to give him a bonus to even consider wearing it today.Â
He looks good, but you honestly prefer him in the normal beater and leather jacket. Itâs something so uniquely him. This is just a reminder of your reality, that nothing around you is real. Itâs all pretty lies wrapped up in expensive clothes.Â
You have to bite your tongue and hold back a grimace when your father begins his speech. âFirst, we had to let them into our jobs. Now theyâre in our schools! Our children arenât safe, not when theyâve got loaded weapons sitting beside them! Because thatâs exactly what they are, weapons of mass destruction that will take apart-â
âFuck me,â you hiss under your breath. Your cheeks hurt from keeping this smile on your face. Youâre struggling not to flinch every time the crowd surges up to agree with him, bigoted shouts making your ears bleed.Â
Loganâs brows raise and he gives you a brief glance over his shoulder. Your face pinches in confusion only for a moment before you quickly correct it. Still, you keep your lips nearly completely motionless as you whisper, âCan you hear me?â
You dart your gaze back down to him and catch the barest of nods. Your smile softens, becoming something real if only for a moment. You donât say anything else, you donât need to. Itâs just a comfort to know someone else is there with you, seeing through the painted faces and plastic smiles.Â
Thereâs movement in the crowd. It cuts your father off midsentence. He peers over the podium, trying to get a better look at whatâs happening. You hear someone scream and then the entire crowd is getting knocked to the ground.Â
You jump back in shock, everyone on stage still. The security, however, is rushing to get to you and your family. Itâs too late, though, thereâs a mutant in the crowd and his eyes are set on you. âFuck you,â he screams out your father's name and lugs something at the stage.Â
You hear someone shout your name but itâs too late. Glass shatters against the side of your face. It takes less than a second for the pain to start. You can feel holes being burned through your skin, like living fire melting through your bones and gums. A scream rips out of your throat, your hands coming up to block your face too late.Â
âGet her out of here!â
As agonizing as it is, you can already feel your skin working to mend itself. You can practically hear the flesh bonding back together. But the acid is dripping down you. It keeps moving steadily through your clothes and skin, your abilities on overdrive trying to repair the damage.Â
You canât focus on anything except the sensation of being burned alive. Suddenly, thereâs an arm being thrown around your shoulder and youâre being lifted off your feet. Your skin scrapes against the rough material of someoneâs blazer and it makes you grit your teeth and scream again.Â
âI know, hold on kid, itâll be over in a minute.â Logan rushes you behind the stage, where there are no cameras to watch you heal. You donât know how your fatherâs PR team is going to spin this. Everyone saw it, saw the way your flesh bubbled and boiled. Thereâs no hiding the fact that half your face should be melted off.Â
âCar,â you grunt out when he puts you on your feet again.Â
His hands are clamped firmly around your shoulders, inspecting you for any further damage. âWhat?â
âWe gotta get to the car,â the words are a struggle to get out. Your lungs constrict painfully in your chest while you force the rest out. âCanât let them see.â
He looks pissed off that that's what you're worried about and not the fact that you were just attacked. Finally, after a minute of just staring at you, he nods. He wraps an arm around your shoulder and runs with you back to the limo. He throws the door open, pushing you inside and sliding in beside you.Â
You take in a deep breath the second youâre no longer in view of the TV cameras. âFuck,â you gasp out. Your dress is in tatters on your left side and you quickly cover your chest. You pray that you didnât accidentally flash anything while you were still on stage. Your father would never forgive you for that.Â
Itâs silent in the car for a moment. You feel something being draped over your shoulder and look over to see Logan passing you his jacket. When he catches your gaze he gently grabs your jaw and titls your face towards his.Â
His eyes rove over the left side of your face and he gives you a tight smile. âYouâre fine, kid.â
You pull your chin out of his grip and pull his jacket closed around you. âSee why my father wanted you around? How would he have ever explained his daughter surviving an acid attack?â
Thereâs something pinched in his gaze. A deep-seated irritation and something else youâre too tired to identify. Heâs looking at you oddly and you wish he wouldnât. You press your forehead to the cool glass of the window and slump against the car door.Â
You donât know when you fall asleep but by the time you wake up, Loganâs already carrying you up to your room. He sees you shift awake and places you on your feet. You steady yourself against the stair banister and walk the rest of the way to your room, trying to shake off the pain of the day.Â
You look back just in time to see Logan at the front door. âGoodnight,â you call down to him. You know he can hear you, but he walks through the door without another word. You bite your lip, ignoring the sinking feeling of your gut.Â
You toss your destroyed dress to the floor and turn your TV on. You surf through the channels for a bit before finding a clip of todayâs incident. â-apparently part of a protest for mutants against the government. I donât know Bill, they seem to just be proving everybodyâs point. They are unsafe.â
âI agree, my thoughts and prayers go out toâŚâ
You roll your eyes as they say your name. Theyâre saying it wasnât acid, instead itâs some sort of chemical compound that causes extreme pain. Even you donât believe that bullshit. You have a feeling your father is going to be looking for a new PR team tomorrow.Â
Your attention is snagged by the replay of the accident. You donât focus on the acid, you donât want to. Instead, you see how quickly Logan rushed to your side. He seemed to be right there even as the acid was being thrown.Â
Your brows pinch together and you glance at the jacket beside you. Heâd forgotten to take it back before he left. You pick it up, eyes skating over the fabric before you find what youâre looking for. Thereâs a large hole in the right sleeve, acid having burned through it.Â
You hadnât even realized he was in pain. You know he can heal, but it doesnât get rid of the fluttering feeling in your stomach. Youâve never had someone look after you like that.Â
You grin to yourself, tucking the jacket in the back of your closet. Youâre sure he wouldnât want it back and youâre not planning on parting with it anytime soon.Â
Youâre on house arrest for a week after the acid incident. Which includes no school. Your father has to play into the idea that youâre recovering from the trauma and healing. You donât know how much longer heâs planning on keeping you locked up but youâre going stir crazy.Â
Not only do you not get to go to classes, but Logan isnât around either. He doesnât need to be, not when the only place youâre in is your room. Heâs not a friend, heâs made that clear, but heâs something. And you are desperately craving that specific something.Â
âIt was a sickening attack against my daughter that my wife and I are still trying to recover from.â You roll your eyes as you listen to your father spew his bullshit to the interviewer in the next room.Â
Youâre not allowed to be out and about, of course. You canât risk someone seeing you. But that doesnât stop you from lurking.Â
âIt was an incredibly traumatic experience for her, Iâm sure.â You grin to yourself, picking at your nails. You like this one, whoever the reporter is interviewing him. She hasnât let him catch a break. Especially not when he tries to capitalize on your trauma. Even though he hasnât checked in once with you.Â
âWell,â he splutters for a moment. âYes, of course,â he tries to sound humble but anyone can tell heâs just covering his ass. âAnd it just further proves what Iâve always said about mutants. They are animals, theyâre not like us.â
Youâd think at a certain point youâd go numb to it. Youâve been raised hearing this rhetoric from him all your life. But the sting never eases. That cloying ache in your chest never quite leaves you. Not when you know the only reason he publicly accepts you is for political gains. So everyone can see what a wonderful father he is and vote for him.
You feel sick to your stomach and you donât think you can listen to much more of this. But right as youâre about to tap out a hand clamps down on your shoulder. You nearly scream but you catch a whiff of the manâs aftershave and your mouth snaps shut.Â
You leap out of your chair and whip around, a grin plastered on your face. âLogan, what are you doing here?â You canât disguise the giddiness in your voice. He might constantly be reminding you that you hold nothing more than a professional relationship, but you donât give a shit. Heâs a constant in your life and thatâs rare for you, so youâll latch onto whatever comfort you can find.Â
His gaze briefly darts to the connecting wall to your fatherâs study and you flush. Heâd probably heard all of that. Youâve never had someone see the side of your father that you do. Thereâs something shamefully embarrassing about it.Â
He looks back at you and gives you a sly smirk. âWanna get out of here?â Youâd have to be an idiot to say no.
âUh,â you can hear the music from where you stand across the street. You shuffle uncertainly on your feet beside Logan, glancing up and down the sidewalk like your fatherâs going to pop out of an alleyway. âI donât know if this is such a good idea.â
Logan tugs his cigar out of his mouth. Heâs leaned up against a lamppost and heâs watched you struggle for the past ten minutes. âLive a little kid, would ya?â
You look back at the dingy bar and grimace. âOkay, thereâs a difference between living a little and having my face blasted on the news. Howâs it going to look if Iâm photographed at a bar while Iâm meant to be healing?â
Logan points with his cigar to the entrance of the bar. âI can promise you, no one in there gives a fuck about who your daddy is.â Comforting, and a little humbling.Â
You take in a deep breath and Logan must sense the change in your demeanor. He flicks the cigar to the ground, crushing it with the heel of his boot. He holds his arm out, âReady, kid?â
You nod, hurrying to his side and slipping under his grasp. He lets his arm hang heavily around your shoulder, hand squeezing your bicep gently to try and quell your nerves. Youâd be swooning at the touch if you werenât about to throw up from anxiety.Â
You used to have a life. Until your father had blown it up. You havenât been around this many people in ages. Well, you havenât been around people who are just having fun and not sucking up to every politicianâs kid they meet.Â
The music gets louder as you step over through the threshold of the bar. The soles of your shoes stick to the floor. People laugh loudly all around you, some of them shouting up at TV screens for whatever sport is currently playing. Youâre sure half of them donât even normally watch the game. They just need an excuse to get their wives off their backs.Â
The thought brings a small smile to your lips. Logan glances down at you and frowns, âYou are old enough to drink, arenât you?â
You roll your eyes and move out from under his hold. âYes, Logan. Iâm going into a masterâs program, my frontal lobe is fully formed.â
He huffs a little at the attitude, cheeks twitching with a suppressed smile. He nods towards the back of the bar, âFind a seat, Iâll get us drinks.â He walks towards the bar without another word and you resent him a little for it.Â
Without him beside you, itâs like everything comes crashing down all at once. The songs playing grate on your ears. Every laugh feels like theyâre screaming in your face. Youâve never been more in tune with your sense of smell and you hate it.Â
Your hands tremble by your sides and you nearly miss the man in front of you spilling his beer down his shirt. It looks completely unnatural, the way it just flips out of his hand. And you know itâs your doing.Â
You shove through him and his friends, running to the back and sliding into the first booth you see. You dig your nails into your palms, taking a few deep breaths to try and calm your heart rate down a bit.Â
Logan slides into the seat across from you, placing a beer in front of you. Itâs barely touched the grimy wood of the table before you tip your head back and drain it. Youâve never been a particular fan of beer or any alcohol for that matter.Â
But right now you need a buzz before you accidentally level the whole bar. You slam the bottle back on the table, taking in a deep breath, and sitting back. Logan gives you a hard stare, glancing between you and the empty bottle.Â
He clicks his tongue and stands up, âIâll go get another one.â
You bite your lip and give him a sheepish, âThank you.â
It doesnât take long for the buzz to settle in. Thereâs a slight tingling in your legs and the tips of your fingers. It almost feels like how you get when youâre starting to get aroused. But you donât know if thatâs from the alcohol or the way Logan looks in his slutty little t-shirt.Â
Definitely tipsy, you think to yourself, nudging your third beer to the side.Â
âAlways been a lightweight?â He teases, watching you with amusement in his gaze while he works on what must be his fifth whiskey.Â
You shake your head with a soft smile. âNo, I used to go out with my friends all the time.â You laugh a little at the memories and lean in a little closer like youâre sharing some horrible secret. Logan rolls his eyes but acquiesces, leaning in to listen to you speak. âWe made up alter egos for our drunk selves. Wanna know mine?â You ask, wiggling your eyebrows at him with a stupid grin.
His brows pinch together and he frowns, âI donât think so.â
You laugh and lean back in your seat. âYouâre the worst!â He places his glass down on the table and fixes you with an odd look. You shift around uncomfortably, âWhat is it?â
âWhat happened to your friends? Why are you hanging out with me and not them?â
âOh,â your gaze drops to the table and you suddenly find the stains on it very interesting. Itâs practically abstract art. You swallow harshly around the lump in your throat and shrug. âUm, just all the stuff with my dad happened, and,â you shrug, âI donât know. My life kind of fell apart.â
You try and shake off the funk, bring back the happy-go-lucky feeling you were in only minutes ago. âI had to move out of the dorms and head back home. My friends stopped talking to me. My boyfriend dumped me. It all just kind of blew up.â
Logan frowns and you swear he seems angry on your behalf. Itâs a nice feeling, having someone care enough to hold a grudge for you. âYou ever tell him how it was all affecting you?â
You snort, âOf course I did. He was overjoyed. He never liked my friends, especially not my boyfriend, they encouraged me to be too independent. He thought I was losing the values he raised me with. He just never cared to learn that I never agreed with them in the first place.â
Logan doesnât say anything for a while and you let your gaze drift to the karaoke stage. Two women are singing a bad redemption of Led Zeppelin and it makes you smile. You donât see the way Loganâs eyes linger on the curve of your lips and then drop to your chest.Â
You never seem to notice how you make him squirm. There is something so interesting about you. Something so different from the families he worked with before. He doesnât know if it's the whole mutant thing, if you two are somehow kindred spirits in that regard. He doubts it, heâs never really cared much about that.Â
But he knows that there is something magnetic about you. It draws him in and makes him hate his own rules. He promised not to get involved with another client. It always ends messy, most times bloody.Â
You turn back to him and smile. Your voice is a low purr as you ask, âYou wanna get out of here?â
Of course, heâs never been one to follow the rules.Â
âI am so sorry about this. Really.âÂ
Logan glares down at you while you straighten out his tie. You duck your head so you donât have to meet his gaze and he lets out a long-suffering sigh.Â
âForget it, kid.â He says it with a smirk but it doesnât make you feel any less guilty.Â
This will be your first public appearance since the incident. Itâs a gala, of course, because your father hates you. Heâd demanded you find a date, someone to look pretty on your arm because he doesnât want you talking while youâre there. Youâre meant for pictures and nothing more.Â
Considering the fact that no one wants to talk to you on campus, the acid incident not helping at all, you had no luck finding a date. Youâd had to beg on hands and knees for days to get Logan to agree.Â
You donât know what it is that finally made him cave but youâre grateful for it. You think your father was expecting you to fail. To come crawling to him and be forced to go with who he wanted you to go with.Â
You were not going to spend the whole night listening to some political major try and explain your own fatherâs campaign to you. Youâd rather swallow acid than go through that for another night. Your father, of course, doesnât know that Logan is taking you.Â
Youâre planning on ambushing him with it. He canât do anything about it now. He wants you to have a date for some reason and thereâs no way for him to find a backup now. You take a step back from him and turn to look in the mirror.Â
Side by side, you do make an incredibly attractive couple. He looks amazing in his suit, his muscles just slightly pushing against the fabric. And as much as he hates the tie and constricting material, he makes it work.Â
And you feel pretty for the first time in a long time. You actually got to do your own hair and makeup for once. Youâre a lot less heavy-handed than the assistants your father hires. You feel comfortable in your own skin, finally, wearing the deep red dress your stepmother had gotten for you.Â
âWe look good,â you muse.Â
Logan looks down at you and smiles slightly, âYou do.â
You give him a confused grin, âI said we.â
He leans down, lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he whispers, âI know what you said, sweetheart.â Your heart nearly beats out of your chest at the proximity. Gooseflesh raises on your arms where heâs touching you and your knee buckles ever so slightly.Â
You can perfectly imagine his husky voice whispering something much, much dirtier to you. He pulls back with a slight chuckle and forcefully turns you around. âCome on, kid, weâre gonna be late.â
He nudges you towards your bedroom door and you nod your head mutely. He keeps doing that to you. These little things that could be so easily dismissed as you reading into his actions. But you know, deep down, youâre not reading into anything.Â
But you donât know what to do with this information that he might possibly be into you. Or at the very least, attracted to you. He made it clear early on that he wants nothing but professionalism between the two of you, yet he continually breaks his own rule.Â
Your father and stepmother are waiting at the bottom of the stairs for you both. Your stepmother smiles when she sees you but your fatherâs face screws up in anger. âAre you fucking kidding me? The goddamn bodyguard?â
You shrug and slip past him, already walking to the front door. âA dateâs a date.â You pause and grin over at him, âWhat are you going to do about it?â Itâs a taunt, one you donât give him a chance to respond to.Â
Youâre already slipping outside and heading to the town car. Something about Logan being with you emboldens you to act in ways you never would. Even when heâs not there, when youâre just having family dinner and your father says something off-putting. You fight back, you donât let him steamroll you and your opinions.Â
You feel better than you have in ages with Logan beside you. Still, the ride there is incredibly awkward.Â
The hotel is grand and luxurious. But they all are. You feel guilty complaining about your life when this is your weekend. What do you have to be upset about when you regularly stay in five-star motels and wear designer dresses without glancing at the price tag?
Sometimes you feel guilty around Logan. You wonder if he ever resents you for your privilege. You might be a mutant like him, sure, but youâve never had to struggle to make ends meet. Or try and scrap together enough money to get your next meal. Youâve never had to worry about where youâre going to sleep next or if youâll have a roof over your head.Â
Your struggles have been so different that you worry if something ever did happen between the two of you, you might not work together.Â
But those are spiraling thoughts for another time. Right now, youâre just trying to get through the front door without someone bombarding your father with questions on his stance about whatever.Â
When itâs clear that heâs going to be there for a while, he sends you and Logan off to the ballroom on your own. You feel bad for your stepmother, having to stay behind and pretend sheâs interested as they bore her with stories that have no real meaning.Â
âPoor woman,â you mutter, watching her struggle to keep the smile on her face.Â
âYou donât call her mom,â Logan muses. You turn to look at him and he just shrugs. âJust a little weird.â
âWell, sheâs not my mom.â His head tilts in confusion and you elaborate. âMy bio mom left the second she figured out she gave birth to a mutant. We lie to the public, stepmomâs interfere with the perfect nuclear family ideal my dadâs pushing for.â
âIf he cares so much about family then why donât you have your dadâs last name?â A good question, one you had to field a lot when you first started school.Â
You give him a sly grin, âTook my mom's maiden name the second I was eighteen, just to piss him off.â Thereâs no true reason behind it other than being vindictive and petty. âHeâs been trying to get me to change it for years but he canât force me to. Besides, I like having my name separate from theirs. Lets me pretend Iâm not a part of the family. Donât get me wrong, sheâs nice and all, we just never really had the chance to bond.â
Someone passes by you. A couple you know youâre supposed to recognize but you canât place their names. The man calls out your name, coming toward you with his arms open wide. You can see Logan tense up slightly beside you, bodyguard instincts coming out for a moment.Â
You squeeze his hand briefly before stepping forward to hug the man. âSo nice to see you, again.â You tell him. He grins and squeezes you a little closer to his chest than necessary.Â
Logan clears his throat, glaring at the manâs drifting hands. Before either of you can react, Logan is pulling you back, hand resting lightly over the small of your back. He holds his hand out, forcing the man to shake his hand and take his attention off of you.
You canât hold back the smile on your lips when you see how much smaller the man is under Loganâs intense stare. Youâve gotten used to the men at these events treating you however they want. They donât see you as a human, you are your fatherâs accessory and their toy. You envy Logan for how easily he can dismiss these men, take away their larger-than-life personalities, and reduce them to the sniveling rats they truly are.Â
He doesnât even speak, simply tugs you towards the ballroom and away from the manâs wandering hands. You canât help the stupid smile on your face while you look at him. He glances out the side of his eye and huffs, âWhat?â He snaps, tone impatient.Â
You shrug and shake your head. âNothing, youâre justâŚâ You trail off, unsure how to continue. You donât want to make him uncomfortable by telling him how you really feel about him. How deeply you appreciate him, how horribly you desire him. Youâre afraid it will all just blow up in your face. That youâll have truly been reading into everything and gotten his intentions all wrong. After all, heâs made it abundantly clear that thereâs meant to be nothing between the two of you except a paycheck.Â
You take in a deep breath, smile faltering, âNothing.â You finally spit out, slipping out of his grasp and walking quicker towards the doors. His hand lingers on your back, fingers trailing slowly down your spine until youâre completely out of his reach.Â
The chatter inside gets louder the closer you get to the entrance. You listen to the indiscernible voices, the quartet playing in the corner, and the clink of metal on the glass as they all eat. You straighten out your shoulders and put on your best smile, mentally preparing yourself to keep it stiff on your cheeks for the rest of the night.Â
Logan catches up to you, the both of you stopping the second you see the inside of the ballroom.Â
People Against Mutants
Evolution or Monstrosities
Parents for the Removal of Mutant Children
Your eyes widen as you take in the banners and signs hanging off the walls. More and more uncreative rhetoric all for the annihilation of mutants. Of people like you and Logan. Your smile drops immediately and you know you should have expected something like this from your father. Heâd been refusing to tell you what this gala was for, saying offhandly he was just raising some money.Â
You thought it was another charity. Not this. Not people, quite literally, calling for your head. For Loganâs head. You suck in a sharp breath and glance towards the silent man beside you. His jaw is clenched as he takes in all the finely dressed people around you. Theyâre all laughing and chatting like theyâre not actively campaigning for the destruction of children.Â
âBar?â You ask, already walking towards it.Â
âSounds good to me.â His hand is on your back again and youâre grateful for it. The glower on his face, the attitude that screams I donât belong here keeps people away from you. He shoulders through the men huddling around the bar, forcefully clearing space for the two of you.Â
And when they turn around, posturing like theyâre going to say something, he only has to look at them for them to retreat with their tails tucked. Itâs ridiculously attractive seeing someone command these men so easily.Â
âWhiskey,â Logan grumbles, he looks back at you and you slide beside him, leaning your elbows against the cool counter.Â
âJust champagne, please,â you tell the bartender. He nods, quickly making your drinks and handing them to you. You turn with the flute in your hand, surveying the room. It feels less like a gala and more like a production of false niceties that will never end and never be genuine.Â
âDonât know how you deal with these fuckers all the time,â Logan mutters, glaring as a man slams into him and keeps walking without apologizing.Â
You let out a short huff of laughter, âHonestly,â he glances over at you and you shrug. âIâve got no fucking clue either.â He scoffs and takes a swig from his glass. But you canât take your eyes off of him. You feel the words on the tip of your tongue, weighing you down until you feel like you have no choice but to spit them out.Â
âYou,â his brows quirk up and he glances over at you. You take in a deep breath and start over, nerves making your palms sweaty around the glass. âYou make it bearable.â
Loganâs face falls and he sucks in a deep breath. You see the expression on his face, you know what heâs going to tell you. And you hate how apologetic he looks. You especially despise the way heâs making you feel pitied. Heâs never done that before and you donât want him to start now.Â
âDonât,â you tell him before he can say anything. You let out a self-deprecating laugh and place the champagne flute on the bar so you donât have to look at him. âI know what youâre going to say, alright. So, just, donât.â
Logan purses his lips and grabs your jaw. You try and jerk your face out of his grasp but he doesnât let you, he forces you to look at him. He only lets go once you reluctantly make eye contact. Youâre surprised by the look on his face. Thereâs no pity in his gaze like youâd expected.Â
This is something else, something darker and more twisted. You canât put your finger on what exactly youâre seeing but you know it makes your heart race and your thighs clench. âListen, sweetheart, I-â
âWhat the hell are you doing?â You jump away from him but Logan just clenches his eyes shut with a short huff of irritated breath. You clear your throat and turn to face your father. Heâs glaring between you and Logan, but smiles warmly anytime someone looks your way. âI didnât bring you here so my contributors could see what a fucking whore you are for the help.â
âDad!â You exclaim, eyes widening in horror. But Logan doesnât seem bothered by your fatherâs words. If anything it seems to incense him, his hand drifting from your jaw to drape itself over the nape of your neck. You try not to show just how much the possessive grip is affecting you but you know they can both tell.Â
Your fatherâs face pinches and he nearly stomps his foot as he looks between you and Logan. He looks like he wants to say something else but your stepmother, thankfully, calls his name. She waves him over towards her and you hold your breath, waiting to see what heâs going to do.Â
He takes in short puffs of air, straightening out his suit jacket and glaring at you. âYouâre not going to be a fucking wallflower all night, got it?â He doesnât give you a chance to respond before heâs stomping off. He calls out a warm greeting to someone across the room and you feel like you can finally breathe again.Â
You give Logan a tired smile and nod towards the rest of the party. âTime to mingle.â
He laughs, loudly, enough to make peopleâs heads turn. You can feel your skin heating up from embarrassment and flinch away from the sound. âSorry, kid, mingling ainât part of my contract.â
Your jaw drops as you glare at him. âAre you serious?â
He turns back to the bar, flagging down the bartender for a refill. âDeadly,â he tells you firmly, barely looking at you. You roll your eyes and walk away from him, glaring at his back the whole time you do so.Â
He thought coming to one of these things, being stuffed in a scratchy suit, would be his worst nightmare. He was proven wrong when he heard them talking to each other. Bitching about golf and their mistresses wanting more attention. Their kids nagging them and their wives being bitches.Â
All of it made him want to down a whole bottle of whiskey and then blow his brains out. His worst nightmare turned into ever having to hold a conversation with one of these pricks.Â
Then, he turns around, surveying the room for wherever you were lurking. He expects you to be by your fatherâs side or hiding somewhere in a corner. Instead, youâre standing close -extremely close - to some pretty boy.Â
His hand is on your waist and youâre laughing at whatever boring fucking story heâs telling you. Logan tries to pick up on your conversation but there are too many things happening at once already. His senses are on overdrive and heâs already struggling against a migraine.Â
He feels something brewing in his gut, something heâs been trying to just shove down for months. He doesnât know what it is he hates about this picture but it makes him sick to his stomach. He hears something crack and looks down to find the glass of whiskey split on one side.Â
âShit,â he hisses, slamming the glass on the bar behind him. He shakes his hand out and tries to unclench his fists but itâs hard. He couldnât have possibly been standing here long enough for you to suddenly find the love of your life. Why the fuck are the two of you so close?
This was so unlike you. Rarely did you ever have something good to say about the men you would encounter at these things. Heâd heard you bitch about it enough times. Something about this isnât adding up and he doesnât know if itâs his own jealousy or intuition.Â
Still, he finds himself pushing away from the bar and stalking towards you both. Closer, he can finally see what the problem is. Your hands are on the guy's chest but you arenât leaning against him, youâre actively trying to push him away.Â
It makes Loganâs blood boil, jaw clenching as he tries to keep himself at bay. He didnât want to cave some kidâs head in in the middle of the gala. But the closer he got the clearer he could hear your hissed warnings to take his hands off of you.Â
Logan finally reaches you and the look of sheer relief on your face makes him want to bring the claws out. Heâd love to see that smug smirk ripped off his face, but he holds back. If only so he doesnât traumatize you.Â
âAlright, bub, hands off,â he warns.Â
âWhy donât you just leave us alone?â He had to give it to the kid, heâs got balls. Rarely did anyone ever buck up to him like this. Normally, he might entertain him a bit, drag this on longer than necessary to get a kick out of it.Â
But he still hasnât taken his hands off of you and Loganâs not interested in fucking around tonight. Without a word, he grabs the kid by the collar of his jacket and tosses him away from you.Â
He lands roughly on the floor with a loud gasp and people turn to look. Logan pays no mind to the onlookers. He places his hand on your back and leads you out of the ballroom, unwilling to have eyes on you for the rest of this conversation.Â
âLogan,â you start, tone nervous.Â
âDonât,â he snaps. He regrets it immediately from the way you jump in surprise. He lets out a rough sigh, running his hand down his face, and walks through the first door he finds. âIâm sorry, kid, I just-â
âLogan,â you cut him off. The tone of your voice is enough to get him to finally look at you. Your arms are crossed and youâre glaring at him. âWhy the fuck did you drag us into a closet?â
His brows furrow in confusion and he glances around, finally realizing what he walked into, âFuck,â he hisses. He gropes blindly around the room for a light switch. Thereâs a small click and then an unflattering fluorescent light is shining down on you both. Heâs managed to drag you both into a small, incredibly cramped, cleaning closet. Â
Youâre grimacing as you push a few mops away from your head. You look over at him and something about the look on his face must be funny because you start to laugh. âWhat were you thinking?â
Your smile makes one curl up on his own lips. He canât help it, something about you eases a bit of the tightness constantly lurking inside him. âThought it was one of those stuffy conference rooms.â
You scoff and reach for the handle, âJust a stuffy closest, good going, Logan.â You roll your eyes and tug on the knob. Your brows furrow together as you jiggle the handle every which way, desperately pulling on it.Â
âMove over,â Logan mutters, nudging you to the side. He wraps his hand around the handle and yanks on it, expecting the door to swing open. When it doesnât his face falls.Â
âDid you miraculously unlock it, genius?â You demand sarcastically. Logan feels his shoulders tense up, frustration levels steadily rising. Heâs already got a shit temper, he doesnât need you adding to this.Â
âNo,â he snipes, âbut I donât see you coming up with any wonderful solutions.â
You throw your hands up in the air, wincing when your elbow collides with the shelving unit behind you. âI didnât drag us into this mess! Why did you even come in here?â You demand and he can see how angry you are.Â
It shows in the way you tapped your heeled feet against the floor and glower at him like heâs the bane of your existence. He doesnât know what happens, what comes over him, or why this is the moment he chooses to break his rule.Â
Your back slams into the shelves behind you and you gasp as he surges towards you. His hands come up to cup your cheeks and before you get a chance to question him, his mouth is covering your own. Logan buries his hand in your hair, ruining the perfectly styled curls. You donât seem to mind much if the way you arch into him is anything to go by.Â
His tongue runs across the seam of your lips, tasting the cherry-flavored gloss youâd applied earlier. He wants to devour you. Consume you body and soul, take everything you have to give, and then keep going. He doesnât want to stop, but heâs not sure he wants the first place you have sex to be in a janitorâs closet.Â
He pulls back, tugging you back when you try to chase his lips with your own. âShouldnât do this here,â he mutters. Heâs struggling to hold back. And when you look up at him, lips swollen from his kiss, and you mutter why, how is he meant to resist?
He tugs you away from the shelves, pushing you against the door so he doesnât have to see your face twist up in pain every time the corner digs into your lower back. Your hands drop down to his belt, lips desperately carving a path down his neck.Â
Heâd laugh at your eagerness if he wasnât just as desperate for you. He reaches for the hem of your dress but itâs one of those floor-length gowns with no slits. He struggled for a minute before getting too impatient and just muttering, âFuck it.â
You gasp when you feel the metal of his claw against your leg, eyes dropping down to watch as he makes himself a slit. He slices the fabric along your thigh and then just rips it. âLogan,â you hiss as he hikes the silk over your hips.Â
âSomething wrong, sweetheart?â You glare at him, eyes darting between him and his pants before you finally shake your head. He laughs slightly, hand drifting under your dress and reveling in the way you shiver under his touch. âYeah,â he whispers, âthatâs what I thought.â
His fingers move gently along your thighs, easing you into his touch. You let out breathy whimpers, tucking your face in his neck the closer he gets to your core. He lets his hand drift lower, searching out the band of your underwear.Â
Heâs pleasantly surprised when heâs met with nothing but you dripping for him. âShit, youâre not wearing any underwear?â
You freeze and keep your face stubbornly buried in his neck. Logan laughs slightly, tugging you back and forcing you to look up at him. You mumble something under your breath. Itâs said so quickly he can barely understand you. âWhat was that?â
âUgh, god, Logan.â You groan and let your eyes drop down to his shirt, fiddling with the end of his tie. âI was hoping this would happen.â
When he doesnât say anything your face shifts, worry gnawing away at you. You glance up at him and are surprised by the intensity of his gaze. Heâs staring down at you like he wants to eat you whole. His pupils have consumed all the color of his eyes, thereâs nothing but want on his face.Â
âYou wanna know why I agreed to come with you, kid?â
Your mind is completely dulled just by being this close to him. It takes you a moment to process what heâs saying before you nod your head. âWhy?â
The look on his face reminds you of a wolf guarding its territory. Itâs predatorial, animalistic, it makes you want him even more. âI didnât want any of these little boys getting a chance to have their hands on you.â His gaze drops down to your lips and he leans in until your breaths are mingling together.Â
âYou have no idea how long Iâve wanted you.â He dips his head down and his kiss isnât as intense as it was the first time. His lips move lazily over your own, tongue stroking against yours like heâs savoring the taste.Â
You can taste the whiskey heâd drank earlier, can still smell cigars on his breath. It should be revolting, youâve never liked kissing smokers. But there is something so intoxicating about him. Everything he does is enchanting to you.Â
Itâs a naive train of thought but you trust him wholly. He could do whatever he wanted to you and youâd let him willingly. His hands continue their exploration down your body and you canât help but arch into his touch. His fingers stroke languidly over your center and you moan into his mouth.Â
Your lips part with little gasps and your head thunks loudly against the door. Neither of you notice or care, youâve all but forgotten the gala outside. The government employees and rich socialites that youâre supposed to be entertaining.Â
And when he slips a finger inside you, you donât care who hears you call out his name. The rough pad of his finger creates a feeling youâve never been able to produce on your own. Thereâs something so exhilarating about this whole situation.Â
Stuck in this tiny closet, no air to breathe but each otherâs. No room for anything other than your bodies pressed as closely together as possible. You're completely surrounded by him and you never want to leave.Â
âLogan,â you gasp out his name and shove at his shoulders. He momentarily stops his ministrations, giving you a worried look. âPlease, I just want you.â You tug at his wrist, hissing when his fingers leave you with a lewd pop.Â
He looks hesitant, but you can see the way heâs straining against his boxers. You let your hand trail down his stomach, palming him through the thin fabric. His hips buck into your hands and he lets out the most attractive noise youâve ever heard. Youâve always liked guys who arenât afraid to be vocal.Â
âFuck, youâre gonna be the death of me,â he whispers. He swats your hands to the sides, tugging his boxers down and squeezing your hips hard enough to bruise. âCome on, up.â
You jump and he slings your legs around his waist, lining himself up with your entrance. He drags you slowly down his cock, resting your back against the door and giving a hesitant thrust inside you.Â
You canât help the low groan that leaves your parted lips. Itâs like youâre full of nothing but him. Youâd been mentally prepared for the stretch he would present, but you probably should have given him more time to warn you up.Â
You donât care though, this is all youâve been craving for months. To feel nothing, taste nothing but him. Youâve been praying that he feels the same way you do, and if the look on his face is anything to go by, he does.Â
He looks completely wrecked, head resting on your shoulder while you both take a breath. Itâs overwhelming, this feeling of finally having what youâve always wanted. Someone you can give yourself to completely and still feel safe with them.Â
You drag your hand up his back, burying it in his hair and reveling in how soft it is. You tug him back by the roots, tilting his neck until heâs forced to look at you. Your gaze drops to his reddened lips and you smile at the gloss youâve smeared across his chin.Â
âCome on, Logan, donât tell me youâre all talk.â
His eyes narrow but you can see the amusement swimming within them. âYouâre gonna regret that.â
âOh, yeah?â You goad, grinding your hips down against his and biting your lip hard enough to draw blood. Youâre trying not to make a noise, trying to make sure he doesnât see just how much heâs affecting you. But you can already feel your orgasm forming, itâs a low tingle in the tips of your toes, a burning hot desire rushing through your thighs as you clench around him.Â
âYeah,â he promises, thrusting sharply into you. This time the moan is forced out of you, your lips parting unbidden as you slump over him, burying your face in his neck. He doesnât waste any time, using your hips as handles to pump you over his cock like youâre nothing more than a toy.Â
The door rattles behind you, each thrust of his hips makes it shake in its frame. His hands fist the back of your dress, grip so tight you think it might tear. You donât care. He could rip it off of you and youâd walk outside naked right now.Â
You donât care what happens, not when heâs beside you. Thereâs a feeling of security that comes from being around Logan and you can feel it in this moment. You trust him to take care of you in every way.Â
Maybe you shouldnât. After all, you two havenât known each other long. But thereâs not much youâre worried about when heâs moving steadily inside you. You can taste the desperation you share for each other in each pump of his hips.Â
He whispers it into your ear while you claw at his back. The shelves around you shake and you worry you might bring them down if you canât rope yourself in. But you can feel the wave building in the back of your throat, your vision blurring as you tighten your legs around his waist and begin to match his rhythm.Â
âThere you go,â he mutters, pinning you to the door and keeping your hips still while he moves inside you. âCome on, I can feel you clenching around me, sweetheart.â He manages to hold you up with one hand, the other diving between your legs to rub tight circles around your bundle of nerves.Â
It doesnât take much longer for your muscles to seize up, back bowing as you clench desperately around him. âOh, fuck, Logan,â you shout his name, and his hand quickly comes up to smother your cries. He squeezes your cheeks until your eyes snap open and he drags you down to meet his gaze.Â
âDonât want to lose my job, need you to be quiet for me,â he grunts out, his tone breathy and strained. He loses his rhythm, movements speeding up erratically while he lets out low groans and whispers of your name. You almost cum again when he finally finishes inside you.Â
Your limbs are twitching in overstimulation by the time his hips still. You feel completely boneless, body slumped lazily in his arms. He wraps both arms around you, squeezing you a little before slowly lifting you off of him.Â
Itâs a relief of pressure when he pulls out. His cum leaks out of you, dribbling down your thighs and dripping onto the floor of the closest. Your face screws up at the feeling and you internally cringe. No condom was probably a stupid call.
But you donât really want to think about the repercussions right now. Not when heâs stroking your hair and rubbing a soothing hand down your back, waiting until you can form a coherent sentence before he lets you go. âAlright?â He asks, voice bordering on something smug.Â
âMhm,â you push away from him, legs shaky as you try and straighten out your dress. Itâs a loss cause, trying to hide what happened in here at all. Youâve got a tear going up to your hip and youâre pretty sure there are holes in the back. Loganâs tie is gone and you donât even remember taking that off. His shirt is completely wrinkled and your lip gloss has stained his face.Â
Youâve both got horrific sex hair and the room reeks of it. You donât know how you're going to sneak out of here. You still try and relax your hair, patting down the flyaways while Logan retucks his shirt.Â
Itâs silent between the two of you, heavy but not awkward. You donât think either of you knows what to say now that youâve physically acted on what you want. A sudden thought hits you, makes your heart clench painfully and your tongue ties up in your mouth.Â
Heâd confirmed that he wanted your body. That he desired you sexually. But you donât think he actually said anything about a real relationship. There would be problems, of course, your father for one would have a lot to say about it. But you donât care about that. You donât care about any of the consequences, you just want to be with him.Â
You open your mouth to ask him what he wants when the door swings open. Both you and Logan whip towards it. But where you look like a deer caught in the headlights he looks like the epitome of male pride.Â
Especially when he realizes it's your father on the other side. âDad-â You start, but you have no idea what you could even say. Your dress is in tatters and both you and Logan are still mussed up. Thereâs no hiding what happened here.Â
He doesnât let you finish, holding up his hand. His voice is eerily calm as he says, âI thought I heard something banging around in here.â
âYou did,â Logan scoffs, crossing his arms and glaring at your father. You feel your heart jump to your throat, staring over at him with a horrified look on your face. How could he think that was okay to say? It was so dismissive of what you believed had happened.Â
This was more than just a quickie in the dark to you. This meant something, but youâre seriously starting to doubt that it was the same for him as it was for you. And that just makes you feel like the stupid little girl everyone seems to believe you are.Â
Your father says your name but you canât bring yourself to meet his eye. âYouâre feeling sick,â he tells you, no room for argument. âYour date had to take you home. It was just too much too soon after the incident at the rally.â When you donât say anything he shouts out, âUnderstood?â That makes you jump.Â
âYes,â you clear your throat and face him. âYes, understood.â
Your father has made his stance on mutants clear. He hates them, despises them to their very being, and wishes he could kill every last one. And as much as you were raised with those ideas, they were never truly turned on you.
But heâs looking at you right now like he wishes you were never born. You feel like shit on his shoe. Something to be hidden away and buried. It makes your shoulders slump like a hundred pounds was just tossed onto your back.Â
You try to run past him but he jerks you back, fingers so tight around your bicep you feel the skin tear. You gasp in pain but donât say anything, too afraid to argue. âPut his jacket on, I wonât have you looking like a whore.â He releases you with a rough shove and storms off.Â
You can feel something burning at the back of your eyes. A moment later Logan drops his jacket over your shoulders, pulling you back into his chest and running his hands over your arms. âCome on, kid,â he mutters. Thereâs something resigned in his voice that makes your heart drop, âLetâs get you home.â
The walk through the lobby feels like youâre walking through a dream. Youâre not completely present for it, or the ride home. Your mind and your heart are warring and you feel like youâre going to be torn apart if you keep lingering on what just happened.Â
You just canât understand how you could go from having everything you wanted to feeling like the scum of the earth in less than two minutes. Logan doesnât speak as he drives you home. His knuckles are turning white around the steering wheel and youâre afraid to even try and start a conversation.Â
You donât want to hear him tell you that he didnât desire you past your body. You donât want to discover that youâre just another notch on his belt. He seems to do this a lot, sleep with the girls he guards. The idea of just being another job, another fun night, makes you absolutely disgusted with yourself.Â
When he pulls into the driveway of your house you both just sit in the car. Neither of you knows what to say. And the air between you is so thick with tension you feel like you could choke on it. You stare down at your hands, fingers fiddling with the ripped seams of your dress.Â
You pick at the threads and feel his stare on you. You canât do this. You canât deal with the possibility of rejection. Not after what happened between you and certainly not after what your father said.Â
You undo your seat belt and Logan watches as you go through the movements of getting up. His eyes never leave you and itâs like a physical caress, his stare. Normally it would make you warm inside, comforted by his presence. But right now all you can feel is the chill of where his cum has dried between your legs and the icy-hot stab of nausea in your gut.Â
You throw the door open and youâre nearly out when he calls out a quiet, âGoodnight.â
You donât look at him, you canât. You slam the door shut and walk silently to the front door of your house. You donât look back, donât respond, you just slip inside your house and finally let the weight of the night come crashing down on you.Â
You donât cry until you hear him pull out of the driveway.Â
Your father and stepmother usually stay at the hotel the night of a gala. Most nights you come home and enjoy the house to yourself for once. Tonight, youâre woken up by the front door slamming so hard your walls shake.Â
You can faintly hear your stepmotherâs voice trying to console your father. Sheâs muttering something to him you canât make out. You shoot out of bed, running to pull some sweatpants on. After youâd cried yourself out youâd taken a shower.Â
Youâve scrubbed your skin raw but you swear you can still smell him on you. You rush to your bedroom door, turning the knob quietly and slowly peeking your head outside. Your fatherâs at the bottom of the stairs, the second he spots your open door heâs screaming your name.Â
Your stomach twists painfully and you can feel panic starting to overwhelm you. Your hands shake and your legs are stiff as you slowly step into the hallway. Youâre a grown woman. You shouldnât feel like this because your dad is going to yell at you.Â
But heâs been so good at forcing you to rely on him. At forcing you to bend and break to fit his beliefs and mold. You donât know what to do if youâre not striving for his approval. And right now itâs very clear that heâs never been more disgusted by you.Â
If the look on his face isnât enough to twist the knife deeper, his words are. âI have never,â he screams at you. You take a step back, keeping the stairs between you, refusing to meet him in the middle. âBeen more embarrassed to call you my daughter. Do you have any idea how humiliating that was for me? Do you know how many people saw you being dragged outside like a fucking whore off the corner?â
You clench your eyes shut, turning your face away from him as the shame becomes a physical thing inside you. You can feel it making its way up your throat. Because heâs right. Tonight you were nothing more than a slut without any self-respect.Â
But youâre also pissed off. Youâre fucking enraged at yourself for being so stupid as to ever believe Logan wanted you for anything more than your body. You're mad at Logan for knowing how you feel about him and taking advantage of it. And youâre so fucking tired of doing everything you can to make your father proud and it never being enough.Â
âHave you ever once asked me what I want?â You raise your voice, screaming down at him with a ferocity that surprises even you. His eyes widen, frame trembling with unreleased rage. You plow through, not stopping because you know if you do, youâll never get this out. âNo, you havenât. Not once. Because you donât fucking love me! And it has taken me years to accept that, to finally realize that youâre incapable of loving anyone but yourself.â
You gasp, the noise wet and painful as something warm trickles down your cheek. You stare down at him with your eyes wide in realization. âItâs so clear to me now, I feel like an idiot for missing it for so long. You never loved me. Youâre incapable of it!âÂ
Youâre embarrassed at the way your voice cracks. As much as you want to pretend youâre stronger than him, not afraid of him. Thereâs still a little girl inside you who wonders why Daddy doesnât love you.Â
âI donât give a flying fuck what you want, Dad. I donât care what you want my life to look like or if I embarrassed you. Iâm glad I did, glad someone finally saw a sliver of the truth you try so desperately to hide-â
âEnough!â He shouts and it startles you so bad that you jump back, your abilities reacting and a vase behind you flying off the shelf. You duck as glass shatters across the stairs and floor. You glance at the scene with shocked eyes, looking down at your father to see that heâs not even a little bit surprised.Â
Instead, he just looks so deeply disappointed that it makes you shrink into yourself. The anger within you is extinguished in a second. He rubs his face, shaking his head and turning his back on you. âDad?â You call out, voice trembling.Â
âGo to your room,â he tells you quietly. âI donât want to look at you anymore.â You hover by the top of the stairs for a moment, not quite believing him yet. And when he realizes you're still there, that youâre not taking him seriously, he finally looks at you again.Â
âI wish every goddamn day that those doctors had just put you down. Iâd rather have a dead daughter than one like you.â
You stand there, stunned, even after the rest of the house has gone to bed. You clean up the pieces of glass while you try and swallow down your tears. Let the sharp edges dig into your skin and tear until you can feel any type of pain besides the one inside you.Â
A week of solitary confinement. Youâre surprised that you havenât just been kicked out of college. Youâre sure that your fatherâs many donations to the university are the only thing stopping your professors from dropping you from the class.Â
You donât care if they do or not, though. You never actually care about what you studied. Youâd just always hoped that it would be a way for you to escape the tight grip around your neck your dad has on you.Â
Youâve figured out that no matter how hard you fight, youâll never escape him. He hates you and yet, he canât let you go. Youâd laugh if you werenât busy wallowing in your depression.Â
Someone keeps leaving food by your door but you canât find it in yourself to be hungry. Youâll nibble on something, but you feel like youâre going to throw up when you so much as breathe the wrong way.Â
You havenât heard from Logan since that night. You knew your father would fire him the second he woke up. But youâd held out hope - foolishly - that he might still try and reach out to you. You have this childish image in your head of the prince coming to rescue the princess from the dragon.Â
But youâve been naive your whole life, you donât want to keep going down this road. You donât want to keep expecting the best of people and live your life in perpetual disappointment.Â
You havenât seen or spoken to your father since that night. Wordlessly, heâd banned you to your room. No oneâs said it, but you know youâre not allowed to come out. You donât know when heâs going to deem you useful again and drag you back out into the public eye.Â
Contrary to his belief, no one had seen you leave that night with Logan. You hadnât been in any tabloids or shitty news articles. Besides emotional estrangement from your father and losing the only guy youâve ever really liked, there were no consequences to your whorish behavior - as your father so lovingly puts it.Â
You roll over in your bed and picture yourself taking a shower. It feels like such a workout but you canât stand lying in your sweat and tears for much longer. With a long drawn-out groan, you throw yourself out of bed and enter the bathroom connected to your room.Â
You know youâll feel better afterward, but everything besides sleep sounds like too much work. Still, you force yourself inside and finally clean the grime of laying on your ass for a week off.Â
You walk naked through your room, making a beeline for your dresser. You feel a little better after washing yourself off and moisturizing. But not much. Physical health can only do so much for how you feel inside.Â
You hope this will blow over soon, youâre not sure how much longer you can take feeling so awful. You hate pitying yourself, and thatâs exactly what youâre doing right now. You huff irritatedly, digging around your drawers for your favorite shirt.Â
A hand clamps around your mouth, rough and big, yanking you back into a muscled chest and keeping you quiet. You still try and scream, hands clawing at the skin of their hand until you feel blood.Â
âFuck, quit that, would ya?â
Your erratic movements slowly come to a halt. You still feel your heart pounding against your chest, adrenaline warming your blood and making you feel like you're on fire from the inside out. But, you recognize the voice, recognize thereâs no danger to the situation.Â
That doesnât make you any less pissed off. When Logan is sure you wonât keep attacking him, he lets you go slowly. You immediately whirl around on him, uncaring that youâre still naked. Energy moves quickly through you, becoming a physical thing under your skin.Â
He smiles at you and you push the energy out, throwing him across your room. He flies into your bookshelf, crashing to the ground with a loud slam. âWhat the fuck are you doing?â You scream at him.Â
Thereâs no one home right now, luckily, or else you both would be screwed. He shakes his head off, brushing pieces of wood out of his hair and slowly getting to his feet. âWell, I was coming to say hi-â
âYou say hi by ambushing naked girls?â You interrupt, grabbing the clothes closest to you and pulling them on quickly.Â
Logan rolls his neck out and shrugs. âNo, that was just a plus,â he gives you that insufferable smirk and you want to scream.Â
This is the first time you see him in a week since you had sex together and your father officially disowned you. And this is what heâs leading with? Seriously? âYouâre a real fucking prince, Logan.â You shake your head with a scoff and glare at him.
He narrows his eyes, looking to be in disbelief at your attitude. âWhat happened?â You expect to hear irritation in his tone. Anger that youâre being such a bitch right now. Instead, he sounds concerned, like he can see right through you.Â
You hate that. You used to love having someone who could see past all the pretenses and walls, but it just hurts now. âNothing,â you tell him, unable to hold eye contact any longer. âLook,â you take in a deep breath, and your brows furrow in confusion. âHow the hell did you even get in here?â
Logan doesnât look like he wants to drop the topic just yet but he relents. He nods towards your window and you fix him with an astonished look. âI climbed, I didnât want your dad to risk seeing me on the security cameras out front.â
You feel suspicion brewing inside you, tone turning defensive. âLook, if you came here because you want to fuck again, I suggest you go find another girl. Iâm not interested anymore.â
âWell,â he scoffs, âI find that hard to believe.â How easily he just dismisses your words. Like they hold no real importance. It makes you want to scream. Instead, you just flick your wrist, throwing him into another wall. You donât know how youâre going to explain these holes in the wall to your father but you donât really care.Â
âEnough,â he snaps, brushing himself off and glaring at you. Your lips curl up in amusement, the first thing youâve felt besides anger and depression for the last week. âLook, I was coming here to get you the hell out, kid. Clearly, Iâm not wanted.â
He walks towards your window, intent on climbing back down the side of your house and leaving. You almost let him, if only to see him scurrying down the wall. Instead, you take a step forward and stop him with a small, âGet me out?â
He sighs, running an aggrieved hand over his face and propping the other on his hip. âYeah,â he mutters. âLook, I canât stand the thought of you cooped up in here, isolated from the rest of the world. Itâs not fair, I was gonna see if youâŚâ He trails off and roughly swallows.Â
Your interest piques. Whatever is this hard for him to get out has to be interesting. âLogan,â you call his name softly. âSee if I what?â
He huffs out a rough breath, turning around and staring you down. Thereâs something in his eyes, something reflected in yours. Heâs looking at you the same way you always look at him. âYou wanna come with me, kid?â
Well, youâd have to be an idiot to say no.Â
You donât leave a note. You donât give them any clues or hints as to where you might have gone. They can draw their own conclusions about what happened to you. They can tell the news whatever twisted lies they want.Â
You donât care, thatâs not your life anymore. Your life is packed away in a backpack in the back of Loganâs trailer. Your new life is in the passenger seat beside him. Youâre equal parts terrified and excited to figure out what youâre going to do with the rest of it.Â
a/n: can you tell I know fuck all about politics?
Also, smut, wow, this was hard and rough to write. I donât know why itâs such a struggle. I just feel guilty writing such dirty words, itâs absolutely diabolical that I have no problem being crazy over a guy whose age gap with me is the same age as my parents, but I canât write smut.
end. â I do not own the characters or the comics/movies Wolverine/X-Men, but this writing is my own all rights reserved Š not-neverland06 2024. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.
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Pairing: Logan Howlett x Reader
Warnings: swearing, suggestive content
Summary: you have a crush on a certain co-worker but are too shy to tell him. so someone does it for you.
Word count: 2.6k
A/N: THIS WAS A REQUEST BUT WHEN I TRIED TO REPLY TO IT IT DIDNT LET ME AND DELETED IT INSTEAD (also jean is a meddling little shit in this and u just gotta accept that)
You watched him from across the hall greedily, eyes drinking in his panting form, the sweat coating his chest and back, the strained muscles underneath his wife beater tank top. Logan was a sight for sore eyes on a normal day, but when he was working out? He had you practically rabid for him.
You were sitting on one of the benches, a forgotten book in your hand you hadnât glanced at in ages, preferring to treat yourself to the image of Logan Howlett hot and sweaty while working out. There were a few other X-men exercising alongside him, and others on the bench with you hanging out so you werenât too out of place, but everyone could see the way you looked at Logan.
Everyone but Logan himself.
Youâd joined the team a few months ago- 5 to be exact- after whispers had gotten to you of a safe space for mutants. Having hidden your true genetic code from everyone else in your life, you jumped at the chance of not having to hide anymore. With your unique skill set too- the ability to formulate and present illusions- you were an exceptional addition to both the X-men and the teaching staff.
You thrived at the X mansion. The kids loved you, you got along well with your fellow teammates, and you had suggested and helped act on several improvements to both the school and the team. You were a good addition, and the other mutants were grateful to have you there.
Youâd just had one problem when acclimating to the school. Your teeny, tiny, incredibly small crush on your fellow professor, Logan Howlett. At first you really had thought it would be no big deal. Just a co-worker you had noticed was slightly attractive. Thatâs all. Other mutants had told you he was hard to talk to, and had a gruff, moody personality, so youâd thought the attraction would soon fade.
Unfortunately it had only grown. The first time youâd realised, shit, this might actually be a problem, was when youâd gone to get a glass of water in the middle of the night and found Logan leaning against the kitchen counter, shirtless, with a beer in hand.
Youâd been so flustered, eyes continuously betraying you and straying to his chest that youâd blurted out the first thing that came to your head, âhowâd you get beer in here?â
Logan had chuckled, observing you as he brought the beer bottle to his mouth for a sip. âWhy? Want some Sweetheart?â
Youâd felt heat rise to your face at the nickname, shaking your head. âNo, I was just curious.â
Logan stared at you a second longer, eyes trailing your figure appreciatively before shrugging. âYour loss. And unfortunately I can't tell you how I got it. Gotta keep it a secret lest Xavier finds out.â
You were too flustered to argue so youâd just nodded, mumbled a quick goodbye, and quickly walked back to your bedroom. You hadnât even gotten your glass of water.Â
There had been other similar instances over the past few months. Logan just had a way to get under your skin, to cause your heart to go into cardiac arrest every time he looked at you, which made it hard to conceal your ever growing crush on him from literally everyone. Even your students knew about it, or at least had their suspicions, and you prayed they were too intimidated by Logan to ask him any questions about it. The last thing you needed was to get humiliated and have to pack up all your things and leave the home you had just created for yourself because you could no longer look any of your co-workers or students in the eyes again.
Especially Logan.
Things had escalated until you could barely look Logan in the eye anymore, and actively avoided him at all costs. The last thing you wanted to do was embarrass yourself in front of him, and though it was unpleasant youâd decided the best course of action was just to steer clear of him altogether.
Still, you allowed yourself some enjoyment, like watching Logan workout from afar while in a room full of people. The onlookers werenât the best, but it was better than being alone with him when who knows what would happen.
âLike what you see?â
Stormâs voice dragged you out of your ogling, and you turned to her with a sheepish expression. âMaybe.â
She gave you a knowing look, raising her eyebrows. You ignored it, because youâd heard her suggestions many times before and found they didnât align with your own interests.
âGo and tell him how you feel.â
And embarrass yourself when he inevitably rejects you? No thanks. You were more comfortable with keeping your feelings suppressed, continuously shoving them down, building a brick wall between them and you, to permanently keep them out. Yet for every single brick you added somewhere below you could feel three more being punched out, slowly destroying your barricades bit by bit.Â
Your eyes strayed back to Logan, like they always did, yet surprise striked you when you couldnât find him. Your eyes scanned the room like a man on a mission, only to realise too late Logan was heading towards you, a towel in his sweaty grip.
He greeted Storm with a nod before his gaze zeroed in on you, and you mentally added another brick to your shield, determined to keep him out this time.Â
âY/n,â he greeted, eyes never straying from your face.
You looked down, fidgeting with your hands. âLogan,â and, because you were incredibly weak willed- âdid you have a good workout?â
You swear as you looked back up at him you saw the remnants of a smile on his face, but it was gone in the blink of an eye so you couldnât be completely sure. You donât think Logan had ever smiled at you, and you felt the bricks within you start to wobble.
âIt was alright,â he said curtly, ever the man of few words. He lingered though, as if debating to say something, when it came out anyway. âIâd like it if you joined us next time.â
You felt your heartbeat increase. You felt the jump and the rapid incline as you processed what he said, your mind swimming.
âMe? But I just do illusions⌠I donât have a fight worthy mutation.â
âWhich is exactly why you should workout. Build your strength so you donât need to rely on others and can trust your own body to do the job, regardless of mutations.â
It was the most you think Logan had ever spoken to you all at once, and you were suddenly feeling very dizzy. Logan wanted you to workout with him, to spend time with him. Could you imagine? Standing alongside him while he panted. Sparring and ending up underneath him, his entire body weight crushing you between him. It was almost too much to think about.
You cleared your throat, trying to clear your mind of unhelpful distractions, and found your eyes glued to Logan as he brought the towel to wipe the sweat from his throat, his muscles straining right in front you as he reached behind the back of his neck, wiping the sheen of sweat from his body.
You were staring, you knew that, but you just couldnât find it in you to look away. It was a godly sight, Logan in front of you, sweaty and staring right at you. How were you supposed to look away?
âUhm,â you mumbled when Storm stepped on your foot. If sheâd noticed your ogling Logan certainly must have, and you felt heat rise to your face at the thought. âYeah, maybe. Iâll think about it.â
Logan looked at you again, really looked at you, before nodding, slinging the towel over a shoulder. âI hope to see you there.â
And with that he walked away, and you felt the bricks tumbling, clattering away inside you, and you could do nothing to stop it until you felt bare and vulnerable, watching the man walk away with the realisation this might be more than just a silly crush.
You couldnât let that happen. Couldnât let yourself go too far, even though you could already feel yourself falling. You needed stronger defences, more barricades and walls. And if that meant more space between you and Logan, more avoiding and distance, well, youâd do it. You couldnâ let yourself go past the point of no return with him. You couldnât.
Your avoidance of Logan had continued ten-fold. Whenever he entered a room you would exit. You would no longer spend time watching him workout or teach or do anything, really. You stayed as isolated from him as possible, and when you couldnât you stayed silent, eyes fixed ahead of you rather than on him.
Others had noticed. You heard the rumours, whispers of a fight, a break up that occurred between the two of you. It was laughable, the idea that you and Logan had ever been together in the first place.
It was working though, or so you thought. You could feel your shields and barricades strengthening each day, and you continued to build them higher and higher, in the hopes you would eventually not need to avoid Logan, for he would no longer have any effect on you.
Until then you were determined to avoid Logan and spend as little time with him as possible. Unfortunately Logan did not share that sentiment.
Youâd just finished up a class, instructing your students to have their homework prepared for next lesson and watched them all file out the door when Logan entered. It was so unexpected you hadnât a chance to leave before he was upon you, his figure towering over your frame. His arms were crossed and he watched you with a frown on his face, yet you werenât afraid of it anymore. Sure, you had been originally, but soon youâd discovered behind the frown was usually no ill intent, so you werenât nervous.
Well you were, extremely so, but not about that.
âOh, Logan,â you managed, swallowing thickly. âWhat are you doing here?â
Logan crossed his arms. âWe need to talk.â
You winced. âWe do?â
He let out an aggravated huff. âLIsten, I donât know what I did to make you so pissed at me but it canât be this bad-â
You interrupted him, confused. âWait, what?â
He sent you a look. âYou. Being mad at me. I donât know why.â
âIâm not mad at you.â
Logan paused, looking at you with a scrutinising gaze. âYes you are.â
You scoffed at him wrongly telling you how you felt. âNo, Iâm not.â
âSo why are you ignoring me? And donât say you haven't-â Logan said, noticing youâd opened your mouth to defend yourself. âI know you are. You have been avoiding me for weeks, and if youâre not angry at me I can see no other fathomable reason for why youâre acting like I have the plague.â
I frowned. âYou noticed that?â
Logan scoffed. âOf course I noticed it. You donât even come to training anymore, not even to watch like you used to. Why?â
You shifted uncomfortably on your feet. You obviously couldnât tell him the real reason, otherwise all the hard work youâd done would be for nothing because youâd end up humiliated and rejected anyway, but you knew Logan could tell when someone was lying from their pulse spiking, and yours certainly would if you lied about this.
You grappled for something to say, anything, to shake him off your trail. âI have to prepare for another class-â
âYouâre not preparing for shit until you tell me whatâs wrong,â Logan practically growled. âI can stay here all day Bub.â
Well shit. You didnât really have another choice. You were going to have to tell him about your feelings for him. Literally anything else would have been better. Anything else.
At that exact moment Jean walked into your classroom and relief bloomed in your chest. You were saved, you were safe. You could use Jean as an excuse and-
âShe was avoiding you because she has the hots for you, Logan. Something every single person in this school knows except you.â
Well, not anything else apparently.
Logan let out a noise of surprise and looked at you, but your eyes were glued to Jean, horror and betrayal painted on your face. She mouthed âyour welcomeâ and left. What the fuck? Was that the only reason she entered, to butt into your private conversation?
âY/n. Was what Jean said true?â
You opened your mouth and then closed it, looking like something akin to a gaping fish. âDefine truth.â
Logan narrowed his eyes at you, not at all amused, and his silence forced you to continue.
You sighed, preparing yourself for the inevitable heartbreak to come. âYes, itâs true, alright, but I never intended to act on it and I wonât act on it so youâre fine-â
âWho said I didnât want you to act on it?â
You started. âW-what?â
Logan took another step until your chest was suddenly pressed against his. âDid I stutter?â
You felt like you were going to stutter if you said anything, so you sort of just⌠stood there. Waiting. For what exactly, you werenât sure. Some clarity maybe?
Certainly not Logan grabbing you by the waist and kissing you, so firm and confident you couldnât help but melt into his embrace. His hands were grabbing your waist, finding the dips in your curves and squeezing there, grabbing them and tugging you towards him.
His lips dragged across yours, adding an air of desperation to the kiss. You couldnât help but bring your hand up to cup his cheek, thumb stroking his bearded jaw as he kissed you deeper, seeming for all the world like he was never going to stop. You were powerless to stop it, and you found you didnât even want to. Your walls were crumbling and you gladly let them if it meant you could continue kissing this man.
Logan hefted you up onto your desk and you let out a gasp, muffled by Loganâs lips. He smiled into the kiss anyway, amused by your surprise, and placed his hands on your knees to part them so he could get between your legs.Â
You immediately wrapped your legs around his waist, something he liked if the pleased grunt from his throat was anything to go by. His kissing became more fevoured, like he wanted to devour you, and you gladly let yourself drown in him.
That was until the school bell rang, startling you both out of the kiss. Or rather, just you, because Logan seemed content to move to your neck when your lips stopped responding.
âLogan,â you murmured. âI have a class to teach.â
Logan made an angry grunt and continued placing open mouthed kisses to your collarbone. You laughed and gently pushed him away, causing the man to growl and look at you with such irritation youâd think you interrupted his wedding or something.
âIâm busy here,â Logan said.
You had to physically swallow the breathless sigh threatening to escape your lips, instead saying, âwe can continue this later.â
âWe will continue this later.â
You smiled, almost shyly, which was ironic considering he was still between your legs. âYeah?â
Logan moved forward so he could whisper into your ear. âNow that I have you Bub, I ainât ever letting go.â
He pulled back and your smile widened, making a mental note to thank Jean when you next saw her. âI can live with that.â
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Wet Dream
lando norris x fem reader
summary: Lando had a wet dream and he needs to take care of it. (1.7k words)
warnings: mdni, + 18, smut, masturbation, fingering, unprotected sex, needy!lando
a/n: this might or might not be inspired solely by this picture. i'm not gonna lie, this is pure smut. i apologise in advance. also i'm sorry for the abrupt ending đ i never know how to finish these. anyway, please send some requests!
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The only thing that could be heard in your shared room were your moans, loud and desperate for a release.Â
You were on top of Lando as he held onto your hips for dear life, his eyes closing as the overwhelming feeling of his incoming orgasm started to grow.Â
âAre you close, baby?â He managed to spit out. He needed to make sure he didnât come before you, so his thumb landed on your clit to bring you closer to the edge. Your moans were intensifying, and god, he loved the look on your face when you were about to come.
He opened his eyes and⌠nothing. Nothing but pure darkness.Â
He looked down at his crotch, only to spot his painful cock making a tent under the blankets. His breathing was heavy, and he was sweating a lot.Â
Fuck.Â
He released the bedsheets he didnât realise he was fisting and took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.Â
He looked next to him and spotted you there, peacefully sleeping and completely unaware of the dream he just had.Â
He closed his eyes again, hoping he would be able to ignore his painful cock, but of course he couldnât, because as soon as he closed his eyes, flashes of his wet dream and how undeniably beautiful you looked riding him came back to him.Â
He took another deep breath as he opened his eyes, once again encountering the dark room. His hand was slowly sneaking down the blankets, and when he finally found his bulge, he gave it a hard squeeze for some relief. He let out an involuntary moan, not loud enough so that it would wake you up, but the room was so silent he thought it would.Â
He knew he wouldnât be able to keep it in, so instead of trying to relieve himself right next to you, he knew the right thing would be to go somewhere else and not disturb your sleep.Â
He got up carefully and left the bed, looking back at you, before locking himself in the bathroom.Â
He sat on the closed toilet, pulling down his boxers and finally freeing his aching member. He squeezed it again, and again, and again, before he started stroking it slowly. His grip was firm, and his groans were low as he finally gave it what it so desperately needed.Â
Using his spit and the pre cum leaking from his tip, his strokes got faster, and Lando rolled up his shirt and trapped it between his teeth as he looked down at his hand, his mind trying to replace it with your pretty mouth. With that image in his mind, it got harder to contain his moans.Â
â・° ⎠â・° âŽÂ
You rolled over, expecting to find your boyfriend to cuddle, like you always did. Instead, all you found was an empty spot next to you. It was still warm, so you knew he hadnât been gone for too long.Â
You closed your eyes again, figuring heâd be back in just a moment, but you heard something that made you open them again. A loud breath that you thought could only mean something had happened.Â
You got up immediately, worried as you made your way to the bathroom. But once you were close enough, it clicked. You finally understood what he was doing.Â
You were about to turn around, go back to bed, and pretend like it never happened, figuring he needed some privacy to finish his business, but something between your legs was begging you to help him out and calm down whatever had gotten into him.
â・° ⎠â・° âŽÂ
He was being louder than he intended, but it felt so good he didnât even realise. His shirt was still between his teeth and his eyes now squeezed shut as he tried to bring himself to a sweet release.
His mind was replaying his dream, echoes of both of your moans filling his ears and the vivid image of you on top of him, something he wished he could plaster in his eyelids, until he heard a knock on the door that made him stop what he was doingÂ
âYou okay in there?â He heard you ask from the other side of the door. Shit.Â
âHuh?â Was all he managed to say.Â
âCan I come in?â
âNo!â He was quick to reply, âIâll be right out.â
He couldnât help but be embarrassed, feeling like a teenage boy who was just caught getting off where he wasnât supposed to. He was ready to just go back out and act like he wasnât just jerking off to a dream he just had.
âAre you sure you donât need any help?â You asked. You didnât hear him say anything after that, and you instantly regretted interrupting him. Maybe that was something he needed to do alone. Maybe he needed a release but didnât need⌠you.Â
Those thoughts were interrupted when you heard shuffling inside, followed by footsteps that got louder as he got closer to the door.Â
Lando opened it, his hair messy and his shirt wet from stuffing it in his mouth. âYes, please,â he said with begging eyes.Â
You crashed your lips into him, pulling him back to the bed.Â
âI canât believe you were doing that without me,â you said against his lips.Â
âI didnât wanna bother you.â He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled you into his lap, hands falling on your hips as he brought you closer to him.Â
You moaned when you felt his hard cock against you. âAnd keep this from me?â You asked as you moved your hips.
He bucked his hips involuntarily, the friction feeling delicious against your wet core. You kept moving on top of him as he discarded your sleeping garments, falling somewhere on the floor. You decided to do the same for him, getting rid of his shirt and running your hands up and down his muscles.
Neither of you could control the sounds that were falling from your lips, and yours only got louder when his right hand sneaked between your almost naked bodies to find your folds. He pushed one finger inside you, pumping vigorously.
âMhm, already so wet for me,â he mumbled against your skin, his lips travelling down your neck.
âCouldnât help it, it sounded like you were having fun in the bathroom,â you said, and you could feel a smirk creeping on his lips.
âWell, you drive me crazy even in my dreams.â
âIs that what happened?â
He hummed in response. âYou shouldâve seen how pretty you looked riding me.â
âLetâs make it come true then.â You pushed him on his back and got rid of his last piece of clothing, letting you see how needy his cock was.Â
You admired him for a moment, and you could see him struggling to keep his hands to himself. When you finally decided you were ready, you started crawling to get on top of him, your hands landing on his bare chest.
âReady?âÂ
âIâm always ready for you.â He replies, as sweet as ever. âFuck, youâre so wet and beautiful,â Lando said, holding onto your hips as you began to get comfortable, both of your legs on either side of him. He gave your hips a hard squeeze as you got situated, just like in his dream.
You finally took his cock in your hand, stroking it slowly as you guided it to your dripping hole, a sigh of relief leaving your mouths when you sank down.
He groaned as his grip on your hips tightened when you lifted and sank back down onto him slowly.
âFeels good, baby?â
âSo, so good.â His head fell back into the pillows when you rolled against him, and you couldnât help but smile when he whimpered again. After a moment, he looked up at you. âY/N?â He moaned your name, but it sounded more like a question.
You brushed a stray of his dark curls off his forehead. âYeah?â
He let out another moan, his eyes falling to where youâre connected before meeting your eyes. âFaster, please.â And you listened, you began to ride him faster. âJust like that, baby,â Lando cried out.
You moaned as his dick spread you out. You began to bounce down faster and harder. Lando was losing his mind as he watched you move faster, your nails scratching down his torso. He was filling you so good he had you rolling your eyes to the back of your head every time his cock hit that sweet spot.
âNot gonna last long,â he warned you, his thumb finding your clit without even looking, although his eyes were on you the entire time, all of you, how your pussy looked as it swalowed his cock, how your boobs bounced with every roll of your hips, how your face contortioned in pleasure, and how your mouth fell open to let out the prettiest sounds heâs ever heard. He didnât dare to look away; in case he was dreaming again, he didnât wanna miss a single detail, and letâs face it, he didnât wanna wake up this time.
âIâm close,â you breathed out, your legs burning from riding him, but you didnât care; you only cared about how good he felt inside you.
âCum with me, baby.â Both his hands returned to your hips, gripping them as he planted his feet on the bed to thrust up into you and help you move faster and more aggressively, trying to push you both over your edges.
Your own hand went to rub small circles where you were missing him as your other one fell on his shoulder to hold onto something, and before you knew it, you were coming around him. Your toes curled into the sheets, and your body trembled on top of his, making you fall forward and collapse across his defined chest.
"Fuck,â he whimpered when you squeezed him repeatedly.Â
Lando had to do all the work himself, thrusting his hips upwards to meet yours, because your body wouldnât and couldnât move anymore as your orgasm racked through you. With four hard thrusts to your cunt, his load of cum shot up into your pussy and coated your slick walls.
Your bodies laid together as you both tried to catch your breath. His hand was rubbing your back, and his lips left a kiss on your temple, something he always did after you had sex.
âSo, you had a sex dream?â You asked after a moment of silence. Lando chuckled at your question, kissing your shoulder softly before replying.
âAnd you just made it come true.â
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Artists, letâs talk about Instagram commission scammers
Thereâs been a huge rise in commission scammers recently, mostly on Instagram. A lot of new artists donât know what to look out for, so I figured this might help people.
How they begin
Usually the scammer will write to you asking about a commission. Something deceptively cute - mostly I encounter asks about pet portraits, with one or two photos sent. Theyâll probably try to sell you a sweet little story, like âItâs for my sonâs birthdayâ. They will insist that they love your artwork and style, even though they donât follow you or never liked a single piece of your art.
What to look out for:
Their profiles will either be private, empty, or filled with very generic stuff, dating at most a few years back.
Their language will be very simple, rushed or downright bad. They might use weird emojis that nobody ever uses. They will probably send impatient â??â when you donât answer immediately. Theyâre in a crunch - lots of people to scam, you know.Â
Theyâll give you absolutely no guidelines. No hints on style, contents aside from (usually) the pet and often a name written on the artwork, no theme. Anything you draw will be perfect. Full artistic freedom. In reality they donât really care for this part.
Theyâll offer you a ridiculous amount of money. Usually 100 or 300 USD (EDIT: I know it might not be a lot for some work. What I mean here - way higher than your asking price, 100 and 300 are standard rates they give). Theyâll often put in a phrase like âI am willing to compensate you financiallyâ and âI want the best you can drawâ, peppered with vague praise. It will most likely sound way too good to be true. Thatâs because it is.
Where the scam actually happens
If you agree, they will ask you for a payment method. Theyâll try to get to this part as soon as possible.Â
Usually, theyâll insist on PayPal. And not just any PayPal. Theyâll always insist on sending you a transfer immediately. None of that PayPal Invoice stuff (although some do have methods for that, too). Theyâll really, REALLY want to get your PayPal email address and name for the transfer - thatâs what theyâre after. If you insist on any other method, theyâll just circle back to the transfer âfor easiest methodâ. If you do provide them with the info, most likely youâll soon get a scam email. It most likely be a message with a link that will ultimately lead to bleeding you dry. Never, and I mean NEVER click on any emails or links you get from them. Itâs like with any other scam emails you can ever get.
A few things can happen here:
They overpay you and ask for the difference to be wired back. Usually it will go to a different account and youâll never see that money again.Â
Theyâll overpay you âfor shipping costsâ and ask you to forward the difference to their shipping company. Just like before, youâll never see that money again.
The actual owner of the account (yes, they most likely use stolen accounts to wire from) will realize thereâs been something sketchy going on and request a refund via official channels. Your account will be charged with fees and/or you get in trouble for fraudulent transactions.Â
You will transfer the money from your PayPal credit to your bank account and they will make a shitstorm when they want their money back, making your life a living hell. They will call you a scammer, a thief, make wild claims, wearing you down and forcing you into wiring money âbackâ - aka to their final destination account.Â
Never, EVER wire money to anyone. This is not how itâs supposed to go. Use PayPal Invoice for secure exchanges where the client needs to provide you with their email, not the other way around.
You can find more info on that method HERE.
What to do when you encounter a scammer:
Ask the right questions: inquire about the style, which artwork of yours they like, as much details as you can. They wonât supply you with any good answers.
Donât let the rush of the exchange, their praise and the promise of insanely good money to get to you. Thatâs how they operate, thatâs how they make you lose vigilance.Â
Donât engage them. As soon as you realize it might be a scam, block them. The sense of urgency they create with their rushed exchange, and pressure they put on you will sooner or later get to you and you might do something that youâll regret later.
Never wire money to anyone. Never give out your personal data. Never provide your email, name, address or credit card info.Â
Donât be deceived by receiving a payment, if you somehow agree to go along with it. Just because itâs there now doesnât mean it canât be withdrawn.Â
Here is a very standard example of such an exchange. I realized itâs a scam pretty fast and went along with it, because I wanted good screenshots for you guys, so I tried going very âby the bookâ with it.Â
Please share this post, make it reach as many artists as possible. Let young or inexperienced artists know that this is going on. So many people have no idea that this is a thing. Letâs help each other out. If you think I missed any relevant info, do add it as an rb!
Also, if you know other scam methods that you think should be shared, consider rb-ing this post with them below. Having a master post of scam protection would AWESOME to have in the art community.
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PLEASE MAKE SUGAR MOMMY!WANDA. It can be when she already left Westview and is now living a lonely life alone missing her children. Then there goes new neighbor R who just left home and is struggling financially OMG!
I loved every single one of your Wanda fics and I'll never shut up about it đ
Everything Again
Fandom: Marvel
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff & fem!Reader
Genre: Smut & Dark-ish fic
Words: 8K+
Summary: Wanda has nothing in her life that brings her joy once she let go of Westview, but then she meets you. She makes sure to be everything you want and need, and youâre all she needs⌠for a while. But what happens when some of her wants from Westview come creeping back? Can Wanda suppress it or will she do whatever it takes to have everything she wants again?
Warnings: light stalking, not the healthiest relationship, Wanda is controlling, toxic!Wanda, mind manipulation, top!Wanda, bottom!R, rough sex, magic strap-on, slight breeding kink, degradation, magic restraints, light choking, slight dubcon, maybe possibly unknown risk of pregnancy but no actual pregnancy.
A/N: I hate this title but I couldn't think of a better one... Anyways I kinda took a dark turn with this request that's my bad. Enjoy folks!
When Wanda saw you, she knew she had to have you. It was like the stars aligned all of a sudden and a splash of color came into her bleak world for once since leaving Westview. Sheâd been wandering all over since that⌠incident. All she felt for months was this horrible, nagging, hollowness and she had no idea how to solve it. Part of her wondered if she filled this void with something to at least stave off the boredom, maybe it would be better. But so far, her only method of occupying her time was figuring out the scope of her power. And every time she dabbled with that it just felt like the hole inside her ripped open even deeper.Â
She had made her way to a small college town when she bumped into you. Or, more accurately, when you smacked into her, your eyes glued to your phone at the time. When your body collided with Wandaâs she felt anger bubble inside her for a moment and that familiar tingle at her fingertips as she decided how she might act in response to your inconsideration. But when your panicked eyes looked up at hers, suddenly it was like the fuse inside her was doused with ice cold water.Â
Wanda couldnât help but smirk at your immediate apologetic response once you realized you were now fully pressed against an utter stranger. At the time, you were so panicked over the email you had just received that you forgot to look up. But when you felt strong hands bracing your elbows as you hit another personâs body like hitting a brick wall, it brought you crashing into reality. The guilt and embarrassment you felt were burning on your cheeks, but the eyes that met yours were only angry for a brief moment. After yours locked with hers they shifted from anger to surprise and then, curiously enough for the both of you, to intrigue.Â
âIâ I am so sorry,â you sputtered as you attempted to take a step back. Key word there was attempted. To your confusion, the woman in front of you didnât seem to want to let go.Â
It surprised Wanda too, but not in a bad way. The moment she heard your voice things lit up even more. That splash of color turned into a sea and she didnât want to let go just yet. Her hands wrapped tighter around your elbows and for a moment she didnât even care that it could possibly startle you. She just knew that for some odd reason, having you, this wide-eyed, terrified random girl she bumped into on the street, was bringing part of her back to life in a way.Â
âAre you okay?â Wanda still didnât let go. If anything, she pulled you ever so slightly closer as she swore she could feel your heartbeat like crazy against her own chest. Â
âOh, um, yes.â You again attempted to take a step back. âThank you, umâŚâ
âWanda,â she replied and finally dropped her hold on you. It didnât go unseenâ the disappointed frown she had for a moment as you took a wide step back.Â
âWanda,â you echoed. âIâm sorry about that. I shouldâve watched where I was going. Are you alright?â Your head tilted and your eyebrows scrunched as you asked her that and Wanda was taken aback for a moment that you even thought to ask. It had been so long since she was asked anything if she were being honest.
âWhat made you so distracted?â Wanda ignored your question and chose to ask one of her own. She didnât even know you, but she realized she suddenly wanted to learn everything about you, starting with what had you so wrapped up in a tiny screen that you ran straight into another human being.Â
âOhâŚâ Your eyes dropped to the ground and Wanda took note of the way you shuffled nervously in front of her. âUm, nothing justâ It wasnât something that shouldâve distracted me like that. Iâm sorry for running into you.â You were trying to go at this point. The way this stranger was looking at you had you anxious and you had no idea why. The fact that she was also asking you this rather than just going on her own way also made you feel self-conscious and scrutinized by the woman before you.Â
Wanda just blinked back at you, the frown on her face showing yet again for a moment. Your eyes searched hers and the confusion in them grew. Did this total stranger really want to know your business? If you were to say it out loud to her, surely you would seem pathetic. But she still stood, waiting for you to answer what was so important that you completely missed the person standing still as you walked right into her.
âOkay,â you sighed, âI got an email about my funding. Iâm aâ Or I guess was a student here. My funding got pulled. No funding means no grad school⌠So I have to figure that out, I guess.âÂ
There was a moment of silence as Wanda just stared down at you. Her facial expression was impossible to read for a moment. It was pensive, almost neutral and you waited for any sort of response to her.Â
âIâll figure it out,â you continued for whatever reason. Trying to fill the silence as Wanda just kept staring. âThereâs other programs, other schools. I can apply again.â
âIâm sure it will all work out,â Wanda finally said. She put her hand on your shoulder for a moment, trailing it over you as she finally began to walk past you. When her hand left you and she went her own way, you just stood there stunned.Â
You thought that encounter with her would plague your mind for days, but as if a switch had flipped suddenly that strangeness that was filling your mind faded into nothing.
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That encounter may have left you utterly confused, but to Wanda it made things so clear. She finally had a plan, something to do. She was wandering aimlessly since Westview with nothing to fill the time. She had said she would find her children again in some dimension, somewhere, but for she had no real leads. She was losing hope, she was spiralingâ That is until you bumped into her.
The gears in Wandaâs mind began to turn the minute you confessed to why you were so distracted that fateful day. And ever since then, she was going to put a plan into motion. First, she had to learn just a little bit more about you. But it wouldnât do if you suddenly left the place she had found you in, so she tweaked some things. Starting with an anonymous donation to your department (of which she found quite quickly from just a few days of watching you) so that they might be able to fund their graduate studentsâ Specifically youâ and that you might be able to stay and continue your research and studies while she worked on a way to draw you closer to her.Â
After a few weeks of watching you, she quickly learned that despite her donation, they didnât give you enough funding to comfortably live on. You ran from job to job when you werenât on campus studying and Wanda quickly decided, if you were to be her new fixation, then having multiple jobs would not do. You had her undivided attention, so now she wanted the majority of yours. She decided you could have your studies, but the rest of you⌠The rest of you she was going to make hers.Â
It only took her a few more weeks after watching you carefully to approach you again. One thing about her new powers was that, rather than captivating a whole town like she did with Westview, she could easilyâ and with a lot less catastrophic damageâ erase a small part of peopleâs memories. Namely, their memory that Wanda even existed in the first place. It wasnât possible for the whole world to forget her, but a small college town she definitely could handle. Just another reason to keep you inside this town and not let you wander much further. With her handle on this new aspect of her own power, she took it one step further with you, erasing the very first day you two met. That day would always replay in Wandaâs mind, but she knew it confused and frightened you and she needed to paint herself in the best light possible when she finally approached you face-to-face again.
It was quite easy to approach you this time too. She posed as a professor in your own university. She twisted and turned the minds of the university until it was as if she had been there a long time. An established part of a university department outside of your own. She knew your schedule too, so she knew that you would always sit at the corner of the university coffee shop for about an hour in between classes. Thatâs where she finally approached youâ or, to be more accurate, she made you approach her.
She almost felt bad about it, but at the same time she knew it would be her way in. She knew your eyes would be buried in a book as you walked to your usual spot and she used that moment to use an invisible force to trip you. And, like the knight in shining armor she wanted to appear to you as, she swooped in front of you and caught you skillfully.Â
The first look you gave her was back on your face this time too. The panic and embarrassment that burned in your cheeks as you looked up at your savior was evident on your face. Wanda gave you the best, charming smile she could muster, but if you were being honest it made you feel almost as if you were a fly that landed right in a spiderâs web.Â
âAre you okay?â Wanda said the same line to you and you nodded, immediately trying to apologize like last time.Â
Wanda knew by now that this was your personality. You were shy and anxious, but also patient and kind. All the things that were the opposite of how she considered herself and all the things that had her captivated by you.Â
âYeah, Iâ Iâm good,â you again tried to step back and this time Wanda let you. âIâm so sorry! Thank you for catching me. Are you okay?â
âIâm fine,â Wanda chuckled as her hands fell to her sides. âWhat are you reading? Must be interesting.â The crooked smile she gave you was what finally drew you in. It was charming and warm and the way her eyes sparkled had you wanting to see more. When Wanda took in the wide, curious eyes looking back at her she knew she had you.Â
And that was really all it took for her to wrap you up in her web and never let you go.
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In the following months things happened rather quickly. After the day you had officially met Wanda, you saw her way more often. She would always sit near you at the coffee shop, or bump into you on other parts of campus, until finally you two established a date. And from that date things happened even quicker. It was like you blinked and suddenly your whole life was wrapped up in Wandaâs. You quickly said goodbye to your rundown, tiny apartment and moved into Wandaâs extravagant house right outside of town. Instead of taking the city bus to and from campus, she was driving you whenever and wherever you needed to go. There was now a lot more free time in your life to focus on both your studies and this new relationship you found yourself in with Wanda, as she had insisted you quit your job. That she would take care of every single one of your wants and needs. And how could you say no to that? Although, it was all a little too fast for your comfort, if you were being honest, but at the same time it was Wanda⌠You couldnât picture your life without her from the very moment you met her and she made it clear that she intended for you to never find out what it would be like without her in it.Â
She took care of you, she took care of everything. You needed only to focus on two things: her and school. Wanda loved the passion you had for studying, so she let you keep one thing outside of her. But she was still near, even if you werenât aware. She was always near.Â
But as months stretched on and her attachment to you became even stronger, things shifted a bit. She was feeling⌠anxious. The life she had back in Westview began to pop up in her mind again and she felt that hole inside her chest once moreâ The one that you had filled when she first saw you. There was only one part of her Westview life that kept running through her mind though. It wasnât Vision. No, it was never Vision. Not when she had you. You were a brighter light in her life than Vision ever had been. A deeper love that felt soft and gentle, even if she had orchestrated a lot of events in order to make the two of you happen.Â
Vision wasnât what kept her up lately. It was her boys. There were dreams of them, flashes of them in her daily life. It was almost as if the more she loved you, the more she missed them. You had healed this wound, but in the nights that you wrapped your arms around her and fell asleep, she felt that familiar tug she had in Westviewâ the one that longed for a family. A life of peace and completeness. That made the wound feel fresh again.Â
So Wanda began to withdraw. She wasnât going to let you go, but for now, as she contemplated these feelings and how to fix them, she needed time and distance. Each time you smiled at her, each time you kissed her, that tug in the pit of her stomach felt stronger and stronger. The longing grewâ The thought of recreating a Westview with you was tempting. But she knew how well that worked out last time.Â
Late at night when this longing grew particularly strong, Wanda would sneak away when you were fast asleep to contemplate her options. She had hoped that you wouldnât notice her withdrawal, but when your whole world was Wanda⌠How could you not?Â
As these days of dealing with a withdrawn Wanda stretched on, you were getting restless. Something was clearly bothering Wanda and it was causing a rise of anxiety in you. At first you tried to approach it gently, but Wanda iced you out. The problem grew and Wanda warned you not to poke at it, but you couldnât just leave it be.Â
With your life being filled with Wanda nowâ Her withdrawing left you painfully lonely. So you began pushing unspoken limits Wanda set for you. Fights started and time and time again Wanda would shut you down.Â
The more she did so, the more it felt she was putting you on the shelf. Like you were her little play thing and she was bored of you. There was an ache in you that you didnât quite understand and the more confusion she left you with the closer you were to being utterly done. How you could even live without Wanda, you werenât sure, but you were almost a little tempted to figure it out.Â
There was no way you could ever leave Wanda, though. You didnât want to, even if she was withdrawn, you still loved her deeply. But you wanted attention, acknowledgement, anything.Â
Unfortunately for you, the only way you knew how to get that was to push her buttons more and more each day.Â
You had no idea what was going through Wandaâs mind, but she had been particularly aggravated lately. What you didnât know was that Wanda was stuck in trying to find the solution to the feelings that were plaguing her. She had played with an idea, but knew that in order to do so she would out her true nature and risk the memories she took from you to come flooding back. What would you do then, if you remembered who Wanda was? Her name was all over the news and the whole world knew she had fallen far from where she was when she helped the avengers. That was so long ago to Wanda. It was a different time, a different her. One that didnât know her potential and didnât know her own heart until she finally found all the pieces.Â
The problem was, sheâs never had all those pieces all at the same time. She wanted you and her boys. She wanted the picture perfect family that she had in Westview, but she wanted it with you this time. She wanted you as her little housewife and mother of her twins. In the past week she had been engrossed in ways to make that happen. She had a theory that if she tried to create her children again it would be the same children she once had. All she needed was to share her DNA in some way with you and a little bit of magic to add to that. Then, all would be right in her eyes if she had them in this way. For whatever reason, she felt that that was the true way the universe was meant to be. If she built this family with you, then it would never be taken from her ever again. The tricky part was actually creating them with you in a way that didnât have you questioning how it was even scientifically possible. That would have you questioning a lot about who she is and what she could do. And she didnât want to ruin what she established with you just yet. Even if the more you pushed at her the more she was tempted to say let go of her control.
She knew you were getting fed up with it too and the more you pushed her the more she contemplated letting her resolve slip. She tried her best to keep you at arms length while she tried to figure out her predicament. But she was feeling stuck with no alternative other than to reveal herself and what she could do. She kept going in circles to feel less stuck, but the more stuck she felt with this problem the angrier she was. And unfortunately, the angrier she was the easier it was for you to push her buttons.Â
Unfortunately for the both of you, it only took one final push for her to actually snap. When you thought of Wanda breaking, you thought it would mean she would be forced to talk to you. Never did you expect the outcome of your plans that night.Â
Your classmates had invited you out for drinks and, since you met Wanda, your answer was usually no. But tonight things were different. Wanda was so wrapped up in her own thoughts she didnât pick you on campus. She was kind enough to warn you to take an Uber and she would pay, but you were still angry about it. So when you were invited out, you said yes.Â
Saying anything other than no wouldâve already irritated Wanda. Even a maybe. She didnât like the idea of you going out to bars, especially without her. Usually if you wanted to do something with anyone else youâd at least ask her and she would be nearby to make sure you were safe and no one was tempted to take advantage of the time she was allowing them to have alone with you. But this time, you werenât even going to ask. You were just going to go. Something you hadnât done since before Wanda.
You knew what you were doing. It was all entirely intentional. Right down to the outfit you picked and the way you walked past Wanda, making just enough noise to get some of her attention. Even if she didnât look up at you.
âWhere are you going?â Wanda asked as she flipped a page of a strange book she was reading.
âOut,â you muttered. Even if Wanda wasnât looking at you, you wanted your tone to register that you were rolling your eyes at her. The fact that she didnât even look up just pissed you off even more.Â
âIâm not planning to leave the house tonight.â She still wasnât looking at you and that just made your hands ball into fists as you got more and more offended by her lack of attention.Â
âI know,â you scoffed. âI donât have to go everywhere with you.â
Suddenly, an eerie silence filled the room. You watched Wandaâs face as she kept her eyes glued to the book she was reading. There was a slight change in it, a tightening of her jaw, but she still didnât look at you.Â
âYou know thatâs not how this works,â Wandaâs response was calm, but you could tell you were starting to get to her. Never had you been defiant to her. She gave you everything you wanted and you did whatever she asked. There was an unspoken rule to go where Wanda goes, be where she wants you and an even deeper unspoken rule to not question or defy any of the other arrangements you two have made. But tonight, as you watched her jaw clench and unclench and realized you were getting under her skin, you decided to push more.Â
âSo?â You shrugged and that silent uncomfortable feeling in the room felt like it intensified the very second you uttered that one word. âI donât see the harm in going out just for one night on my own.â
Wandaâs eyes slowly slid from her book to your face the moment you uttered the phrase on your own. That definitely wasnât something you shouldâve said to her. There was an understanding that anything you did âon your ownâ was something that Wanda would be nearby for. What you were asking for was a night completely away from Wanda, and it was breaking the biggest unspoken rule she had for you. This was new waters you were treading, but you were so sick of her lack of interest that you didnât care. Any attention from her was a change from whatever was happening now.Â
âYouâre not going,â she ordered as she snapped her book shut and stood up.Â
You just snorted at that, anger boiling in your blood as you stood your ground. âWhy not? You seem preoccupied with just about anything other than me. Whatâs the harm?â
She was right in front of you now, her jaw was clenching and unclenching like it had before, but this time you looked down for a brief second and noticed her fists were doing the same. Still, though, you wanted to keep pushing.Â
âWith you dressed like that,â Wanda warned, âI think you know exactly what harm it could do.â You knew what you were doing when you got dressed. A tight, cropped shirt and even tighter short shorts to match. It was something meant to catch the eye of others and definitely something you knew would get an extra rise out of Wanda to add to that. What you didnât know was what exactly Wanda meant. She was already picturing in her mind the droves of people who would come trying to pick you up at whatever trashy bar you decided to go to. And when she pictured people trying to touch what was hers, she also pictured all the ways in which she could make them suffer so much as daring to think they could have you.Â
You were playing with fire and on some level you knew that, but something in you couldnât stop pushing her buttons. Even if you didnât know what exactly you were getting into, even if you didnât know to the full extent how possessive Wanda could be of you and how much of a monster she was capable of being when provoked.Â
âI donât think itâs that big of a deal.â You shrugged again and Wandaâs eye twitched as you kept challenging her resolve. âAt least someone will appreciate it.â
If you thought the tension was bad when Wanda stood up, now it was suffocating you. Wanda just stared back at you, her eyes burning with anger. In fact, she looked so angry you swore you saw a red flash in her eyes. For a moment, you kind of just stood there, waiting for Wanda to respond, but on her part she was trying to calm the possessive rage that you just caused to boil over inside of her.Â
Part of her wanted to force you to your knees and have you beg forgiveness for defying her like this. You hadnât even done anything yet, but just the idea and threat of disobeying her wishes had her furious. She was so close to figuring out how to have everything she wanted and now of all times you were trying to defy her? Trying to let a pathetic stranger swoop in on you at some dive bar when you know youâre hers? No, this was unacceptable to her. Never have you done anything other than be good for her. The way you so easily obeyed her is a small part of what drew her to you in the first place. And she did realize she had been neglectful, but couldnât you see it was for your own good? For the good of the family Wanda was trying to rebuild with you? The more she had you the more she wanted. She had you completely already, that was true, but she wanted you in a way she wasnât sure you were ready for. In a way that would show you exactly who Wanda really was.Â
So in order to find a solution to the raging beast inside of her that wanted to claim you and have her family back, she thought it was best to withdraw.Clearly she over calculated and now here she was. But as you stood with your arms crossed over your chest, daring her with your eyes to do something, suddenly thatâs when all her control just snapped. You felt the shift too, even if you didnât understand it. It was like the calm before the storm. Wanda took a sharp, deep breath through her nose before exhaling and taking a step into your personal space.Â
âOkay,â Wanda growled. âThatâs about enough.â In a blink of the eye you were thrown over her shoulder. The way you yelped as you felt yourself hoisted off the ground echoed through the room. You knew Wanda was strong, but you didnât know she was that strong. She had you thrown over her shoulder like it was nothing. Your hands grasped at her shirt, terrified she would drop you at any moment, but it was as if she had no struggle at all.Â
âWanda, what the fuck?â You cried as she walked towards the bedroom. With a grunt, you landed hard on the mattress. You couldnât even begin to sit up before she was already on the bed with her legs on either side of your waist, essentially pinning you down onto the bed with her body.
âLanguage,â she hissed as she started to pull her own shirt off before immediately reaching for yours.Â
âHow did you- What- When did you get so strong?â You couldnât collect your thoughts. They were scrambled up by the display of sheer strength and also maybe a little bit by the fact that Wanda was sitting on top of you without a shirt.Â
âYou wanted attention and now youâre questioning how I give it to you?â Wandaâs voice was dripping with irritation as she began to yank both your own shirt and bra off of you.Â
âIâ No, butâŚâ You were now naked from the waist up beneath Wanda. Her eyebrow arched as you struggled to find your words. You definitely knew your little stunt would piss her off, but you didnât expect this outcome.Â
âNow tell me,â Wandaâs nails began dragging down your chest as she spoke, âwhy would you want anyone elseâs attention, when Iâm all that you need?â Her nails dug down a little harder as they reached your stomach and you hissed at the slight sting of the red marks they left behind.
âTell me,â Wanda ordered again as her hands made their way back up to your chest. âI give you everything you could possibly want.â The way she was palming at them was rough, but still it had you squirming underneath her. âSo why,â she took your nipples between her fingers and pinched just a little harder than she usually would, causing a slight pain as she spoke, âwould you ever think about anyone else?â
You winced as she palmed at you even harder, but you couldnât help the flood of shame at the arousal it sent straight to your core. The way she was handling you, like an objectâ like something to be ownedâ was new. Sure she could be intense when she touched you, but she was never intentionally rough like she was being right now. She never purposely caused any kind of pain, even if right now it was mild and (to your surprise) enjoyable.Â
âItâ it wasnât like that!â You were stumbling over your words as you began to feel Wanda grind down into you. It wasnât slight or subtle, the way she was moving her hips. She was pressing your body harder into the mattress as she dragged herself against you from where she was straddling your waist.Â
âHm, then what was it like?â Wandaâs tone was degrading. She was practically seething on top of you as she spoke. âBecause to me it sounded like my little toy wanted someone else to play with her?âÂ
âIââ You couldnât stop the wince at her harsh words. She had called you that before, but still there was a loving inflection in her voice when she did in the past. This tone she had now, the way she said, it was filled with nothing but rage. âWanda, I donât want anyone else. Noâ No, I⌠I just wanted you to-âÂ
âOh look at that,â Wanda interrupted, her tone utterly condescending. âNow youâre trying to cover your tracks.â You watched curiously as one of Wandaâs hands left your body. âI thought you understood when we started that youâre mine. I canât have a single ounce of doubt in your mind about that fact. Now I need to remind you of who you belong to. Who owns you.â She hissed that word and your eyes widened as you watched her fingers twist and twirl in the air, a red glow following them as they moved. In a blink the rest of your clothes just vanished. Your eyes widened for a moment as you stared up at Wanda. But then, in another flash of red you felt your hands fly up and pin themselves above your head. No matter the struggle, you felt a constant, unwavering invisible force hold your wrists in place.Â
âWanda, whatâ how did you do that?â Your eyes shifted from above you, then to her fingers and finally to her face. Now you definitely noticed the matching red swirl in her irises.Â
âI think itâs time I properly taught you just how important it is for you to be good, so that we can have everything we want.â If she heard your question she was clearly ignoring it. Your mind was racing trying to keep up with what was going on top of you. Her words definitely confused you too, but you didnât get the chance to question them again.Â
Wanda looked down for a moment and saw the look in your eyes before rolling her own and pressing her glowing fingers to your temple. In a split second you suddenly realized exactly who she was. Your heart raced and you gulped, but oddly you werenât as terrified as you were just shocked.Â
The Wanda Maximoff was on top of you telling you that you belonged to her. You should be running and screaming for help, or at least attempting to. All the news headlines and stories flooded your memory and you knew exactly how they painted her. She could end you in a second; you should be afraid. But for some reason, you werenât. Instead, seeing this powerful woman on top of you and thinking back to all the times she told you she loved you, that she would take care of you, that she wanted only you. Knowing the truth, it stunned you, but not in a bad way.Â
âAre you scared?â Wandaâs tone was still the same, taunting and demeaning as it was before. Only this time, you saw a little beyond that. There was a seriousness there. A curiosity of what your reaction was. Wanda thought if you reacted badly she could just go back to how it was. Wipe your mind of her existence entirely yet again, restart with you, and enjoy the dynamic you two had again. Was it a healthy plan? No. She would have to start from scratch again. Get you to fall for her once more. But Wandaâs obsession with you has gone far beyond the point of return. She would do what was necessary.
As if to purposely test your limits, Wanda reached for your throat, pressing ever so slightly. âAre you?â She repeated as she leaned down to look you in the eye.
You swallowed hard for a second, already feeling the slight strain on your throat as you did. âNo,â you breathed out lowly. You werenât at all. You realized all you wanted was her attention and finally she was giving it to you. Was this secret that kept her so withdrawn lately? âNo, Wanda, Iâm not.âÂ
You were nervous, but you werenât scared. No matter what Wanda was before, no matter what she has become now, you were hers from the moment you crashed into her. A memory that was returned to you. If she hadnât wiped that one, you wouldâve still been drawn to her and fallen for her just as hard as you did when she was posing as a professor.Â
Wanda knew your acceptance was true and took your answer for what it was. This moment right now opened so many doors for her. The void she had been feeling, it could finally be fixed in the way she wanted to fix it. Things in her life were falling into place. As Wanda sat atop of you she finallyâ for the first time in her entire existence âfelt like she was winning. Not once did she ever feel so powerful until this very moment.
âNow that you know the truthâŚâ Wanda trailed off in a low voice. She was thinking aloud more than she was talking to you. Her eyes stayed locked with yours but you could tell she was pondering something. When you saw the now familiar swirl of red in her eyes you began to question what Wanda has in store for you.Â
âDo you love me?â Wanda now spoke directly to you. Her eyes were still glowing red as her hand finally relaxed against your throat.
âYes,â you replied breathlessly. Wandaâs face melted at your admission. The harsh, contemplative look she was wearing shifted into a soft smile finally. It was perhaps the first time in weeks she gave you a glimpse of her softness and you reveled in it.Â
But after just a split second it was replaced with a bigger smile, one that gave you that feeling of being prey caught in a trap again. It was a feeling you werenât unfamiliar with. And, if you were being honest, you enjoyed the thrill you got from seeing it. âWeâre going to try something,â Wanda purred as she sat back up, but remained on top of you. âSomething that weâll both thoroughly enjoy.âÂ
You looked at her with curious eyes, squirming underneath her only slightly as she shifted and began to move between your legs.Â
âIt will give us both what weâve been wanting,â Wanda continued as she now knelt between your legs, holding them open for her as she spoke. Her eyes raked down your body, from your flushed cheeks all the way down to the wetness that dripped from your thighs. She couldnât help the satisfied hum at the sight, thinking this might be a lot easier of a task than she thought it would be.Â
With another swirl of red in her eyes and a matching red shimmer around her twirling fingers, you followed her eyes down as the rest of her clothes disappeared and something materialized. Wandaâs smile grew as something you couldnât fully see appeared between her legs.
You strained your neck up as best you could from the pillow, but with your arms still pinned above your head it was difficult. You caught what looked like shimmering, deep red straps resting around her waist and could only imagine what those led to.Â
When Wanda leaned forward and you felt a cool, silicon tip pushing between your folds, your suspicions were confirmed. The contact made the both of you shiver, and as you felt Wanda run the toy slowly from your entrance to your clit and back down, you could see her taking sharp, deep breaths.
âThis is going to be⌠incredible,â Wanda practically hissed. âIâll be able to feel everything, to feel every part of you when I make you cum.â
Wanda hadnât even begun fucking you and the idea of it turned you on so much you couldnât stop the moan that slipped from your lips in a response.Â
âAnd then,â Wanda lined the tip up as she spoke, âIâm going to fill you with my cum and hopefully it will work.â With that she pushed forward and you both took a sharp breath at the feeling.Â
Wanda eased in as slowly as she could while fighting her every instinct to just ram into you and fuck you until she felt you fall apart. But she knew that at least for the start of this, she should go slow. This was, after all, the first time sheâs fucked you using her magic. It was the first time sheâs fucked you using something this big too. For all she knew, youâve only ever had experience with her fingers. She didnât want to break youâ not completely. But as her cock sank into you inch by inch she was beginning to slip.
âGod this feels better than I imagined,â Wanda hissed as she bottomed out inside you. âWhy didnât I do this sooner?âÂ
Your teeth were digging into your lip as you tried to stop yourself from crying out from the sheer feeling of being so full. To have Wanda fill your pussy in a way she never has before, it was taking all your willpower not to turn into a moaning, whining mess before she even really began to fuck you.
Wandaâs hips were currently completely pressed between your legs and you were taking her so surprisingly well. You were tight, but the way you squeezed Wandaâs magic strap was delicious. There was a pause for a momentâ just a brief second for you to adjust to the size of her toy. But it was all she could manage to give you. The sensation of actually feeling you in this way had her head swimming and she needed more.Â
She pulled the toy out slowly, so much so that only the tip stayed inside you. Her chest was already heaving as she looked down at you. The way her eyes were filled with hunger made you shiver as you looked back up at her, restrained, helpless, and thirsty for more. Your legs spread open for her even more without her prompting you and she groaned at the sight before her. Your wetness smeared on the parts of the toy that she could see, your arms still pinned over your head. It was all too much. She couldnât help what she did next. Her hips snapped suddenly and her cock pushed deep into you.Â
The cry you let out echoed through the room and Wanda swore sheâs never heard a prettier sound. Her hips pulled back again until just the tip was left in you. Again she snapped them forward hard, making your eyes screw shut as you cried her name.Â
âFuck, if I knew it would feel like thisâŚâ Wanda groaned as she began to pump inside you at a brutal pace. Her hands were on your thighs, nails digging into your skin as she kept your legs spread open. Your hands were balled into fists above your head as she fucked you. You couldnât stop the moans and cries that fell from your lips even if you wanted to.Â
As Wanda kept fucking you, she fell forward, her entire body pressed against yours, as her lips captured your own. You whimpered into the kiss as her tongue filled your mouth much in the same aggressive way as the way she was currently fucking the toy into you.Â
Wandaâs hands still had a hold of your thighs as she hoisted your legs over her waist, giving her a better angle to fuck the toy into you. You struggled to keep up with the way Wanda was licking into your mouth and biting at your lips. Her cock was hitting a spot inside of you, you didnât even know would feel as good as it did. Your knuckles were turning white as your whole body began to shake from the sheer pleasure she was giving you. Even though you felt as if your whole body was on the brink of exploding, Wanda just kept going.
When Wanda began to moan more and more against your own mouth, you knew neither of you would last much longer. Wanda couldnât keep kissing you anymore, and instead buried her head in the nape of your neck as she hoisted your legs higher onto her hips and fucked you even deeper. Your eyes had rolled back and cries of Wandaâs name fell from your lips nonstop as she picked up her pace.
âI can feel how close you are,â Wanda groaned as she pumped particularly harder into you. âBut youâre going to wait. I want you to cum when I do.â
All you could do was whine in response as the sensation of her fucking you made it impossible for you to let out any coherent words.Â
âYouâre going to look so pretty,â she moaned against your neck, âfilled up with my cum⌠and even prettier after.â Wandaâs movements were becoming erratic as she spoke. The words hardly registered to you as she kept fucking you harder and faster.Â
âYou wanna cum, baby?â Wanda purred in your ear. You nodded desperately, your whole body trembling as you continued to take her. Her teeth grazed against the most sensitive part of your neck as she felt you nod and she could feel her own body tremble from how close she was. âThen come with me,â she ordered. Her hips pumped harder into you and after a moment you felt a sudden warm rush of fluids inside you. The sound of moans filled the air even louder than before and you werenât sure if they were coming from you or her.Â
The moment you felt her cum inside you, you followed after. Your body arched off the bed and you felt tears prick at the corner of your eyes. Wandaâs forehead was pressed to your bare chest as she came. The way your pussy tightened around her magic cock was intoxicating. Neither of you had felt so good in your entire lives and Wanda made a mental note to fuck you like this often.Â
When she felt your body finally collapse against the mattress she did the same against you. You realized quickly that your wrists no longer felt restrained, but you kept them above your head either way. Too exhausted to even lift them yet.Â
âThat wasâŚâ you couldnât find the words. You had never felt so amazing on so many different levels than you did tonight. Your body felt spent and sensitive, but all you wanted was more. More of that, more of Wanda, more of everything she had to offer now that you knew who Wanda was.Â
âYeah,â Wanda didnât need to hear you finish your sentence to know she was feeling the same way you were. Her head rested on your chest, listening to your heartbeat begin to slow as you came down from the high Wanda gave you.Â
âCan we⌠do it like that more?â Your face was flushed as you asked.Â
Wanda lifted her head and gave you a beaming smile. To anyone else it would be dazzling, but curiously, to you it gave you that feeling againâ the one where you were nothing but a sheep caught in a wolfâs clutches.Â
âOf course we can, baby,â Wanda purred as she looked up at you. âAs many times as it takes.âÂ
The word choice was odd. Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked down at the woman on your chest. Her eyes were dark as she looked back up at you and something about the way her fingers traced up and down your stomach made you shudder.Â
âAs many times as it takes?â You echoed Wandaâs words back to her as a question, but she just gave a small hum of agreement as she placed a few kisses on your skin.Â
âUntil I have everything that I want again.â Her voice was low suddenly, almost threatening. You looked down at her eyes and saw how they darkened as she continued to trace her fingers against your body. âAnd nobody will take it from me again.â
Her words felt like a threat to an invisible entity. You knew it wasnât directed towards you, you had no idea the source. But you knew she was serious, even if you didnât quite understand why. Her words felt as much as a threat to someone as they did a direct promise to you.Â
As Wanda laid on your chest and recovered some of her strength she thought about how she was one step closer. She could have her perfect family; her happiness. She didnât need to control a whole town, she didnât even necessarily need to control you. Once you did understand, she knew you would be accepting. Shocked, maybe, but ultimately accepting and even happy to build the dream Wanda had. She would have her boys, she would recreate them again with you. And then it would be the four of you, forever.Â
For your part, you didnât know what Wanda meant exactly. It wouldnât be until later that evening, when Wanda decided you recovered enough to go again, that you put the pieces together and realized exactly how magic Wandaâs new toy was. She was right in her assumption of your reaction, shocked but accepting. Just like the good girl she knew you would be. Whatever Wanda wanted, you decided you would give it to her, knowing she would do the same. Wanda was one step closer to her happiness and it finally felt as if she was building it on solid foundations. There would be no one to take you from her, no one to stop her from building a life again with you. And there was a silent, chilling understanding between the two of you that if anyone were to ever threaten her happiness again⌠they would not get very far.
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mean!logan noticing youâre obsessed with his biceps so he makes you use them to get off one day >:)))
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contents/warnings: mean!logan, degradation, arm/bicep fucking, strength/power imbalance, don't like don't read
thank you to @hanasnx for helping me workshop some possible positions, even if mine differs slightly from indy's 2 examples i had to consult the arm kink professional for guidance
"'Wish you'd speak up for yourself," Logan grunts one day, voice free of criticism but scrutinizing all the same, "Would be a hell of a lot easier to get you off."
"What?" You blink bewilderedly at him, watching as he slings a wife beater over his head, the white fabric barely stretching to cover his broad chest.
"Every time I flex my arms in front of you, you get all crazy. You never say it," Logan stands at the foot of the bed, watching as you squirm, "But I always smell it."
"Your arms are nice." You supply weakly, throat suddenly dry and hollow, "I like them."
"I know." Logan laughs, a huff that's not mean but might as well be for the way it mortifies you, "Like I said, I can tell. But you never say anything, honey. Why's that?"
You detest the way his attention is fixated solely on you. It makes you writhe in your seat, it makes an ache throb between your legs while your brain desperately grasps at straws to figure out what to say.
"I dunno," Is the brilliant response you land on, and his chest rocks with a silent scoff.
"I know why," He prods, crossing his arms. The arms that you can't stop thinking about. "You think talking about what you like is dirty, and you think you're oh-so-pure. But I can smell you- you smell filthy. You're no saint. I've had you choking on my cock before, you're not fooling me. So what do you want?"
Your eyes fall to his arms without any thought behind the motion. He notices, of course, because he's studying you for any miniscule reaction.
"That's not enough." Logan growls, frustration tinging his gruff voice, and you're sure he's smelling the growing arousal between your thighs, "I said tell me."
"I- I want..." You falter, the words on the tip of your tongue but more raunchy than you'd ever be brave enough to voice.
"If you can't ask for it, you're not getting it." Logan decides, the muscles in his biceps flexing as he tightens the way they're crossed against his chest.
You consider abandoning ship. Seceding into silence, and letting Logan down as well as yourself. Taking the safe route.
But you're throbbing. You're aching, Logan's scrutiny combined with the look of his flexed arms is sending you into overdrive, and there's a steady heartbeat between your thighs that's begging for attention. It works the same way booze does, emboldening you, and you blurt out with courage never-before-seen, "I want to ride your arms."
He looks half impressed that you'd said anything at all, and half stunned that you'd said that much, that plainly.
His brows raise, bushy and angled to create a perfect arch.
"Wow. Pretty nasty stuff." He muses, faux-considerate as if he hadn't demanded a voice from you. Still, he doesn't move- so why had he asked?
You shift gently in your seat, but his eyes track your every move like a hunter.
"Well," He lingers in place, arms still crossed, the perfect eye-candy for you, "You gonna say please, or what?"
"Please," You blurt with burning cheeks, and he snickers at your eagerness.
"See? You're not so sweet." He advances, arms coming uncrossed to brace his weight on the bed, meaning thick cords of muscle strain against the confines of his skin, showcased as he crawls towards you, "You couldn't even remember to say please, just demanded to get off on me like I'm some toy."
"Logan, that's not-"
"Inconsiderate." He decides, eyes on your body instead of your face as he scans over your thinly-clad chest, "You're only in it for the sex, aren't you, you little minx?"
"Stop." You plead, feeling as dirty as his words imply. You're not- Logan is the love of your life, but you won't pretend you hate sex with him. But he's making you feel so dirty, like a fiend who wants nothing but his dick.
His hand trails between your thighs but it's different this time, and his fingers toy with your clit only as a prerequisite. You let him open you up, you let his fingers ease your muscles looser as his mouth eases your own loose. His tongue dips inside and licks you into submission, your brain activity lowering the more he kisses you. He soon snakes his arm between your legs, offering you up your real prize: the thick, muscular width of his bicep.
It's an awkward angle, you won't lie. But squeezing your thighs around his arm presses delicious friction against your clit, and the rocking of your hips is an instinct more than it is a thought-out motion.
Logan rests on his stomach on the bed, his arm stretched out in front of him to provide your seat. It means he has to crane upwards to see you, and you thank his supernatural strength for the way that he doesn't break a sweat as you rub yourself wantonly on his arm. His face is not exactly at your own level, which means you can't kiss him silly like you want to. But craning his neck upwards means that his face lands between your tits, and you feel the rough burn of his scruff against your skin as he nestles into your warm skin.
Logan is, perhaps, the ideal individual to suit your cravings for arm muscles. Not only does he have the perfect build, but his increased strength means that he's able to bare his bicep for you to get off on, even lifting it off of the bed to offer you increased friction. Perhaps a normal man would tire in seconds, but Logan- Logan could hold on longer than you.
Grinding against the plentiful mass of muscle in his bicep means that you're rutting up against him, and you have to spread your legs as far apart as possible to ensure that your cunt is met with the already-slickened surface of Logan's bare arm. You're making a mess despite still being in your pajamas, because the shorts you'd been sleeping in offer very little fabric to defend Logan's skin from your copious arousal.
Logan nips at a spot on your left breast, humming gruffly into your chest as you gasp slightly at the intrusion. It breaks your concentration and you have to grip harder at the sheets to fall back into your laborious rhythm.
"Not easy, hm? You've gotta work for it," Logan grunts, mouth moving against your chest as he takes a nipple into his mouth, "Nasty girl, 's a real workout to fuck this dirty, isn't it?"
"Logan, I- I'm not dirty," You whimper, tears beading in your eyes at his gruff accusations, "I'm not."
His laugh is more of a bark than anything, and he ducks his head away from your chest to point with his chin at the mess you're making on his arm.
"That's not dirty? You're dripping- you're making a real mess'a my arm, sweetheart. Dirty little cunt's drooling all over me."
The image of your slick coating Logan's arm, glistening against his muscles throws your pleasure into overdrive. Your orgasm rapidly approaches, the memory of his fingers inside of you only minutes before making up completely for the lack of penetration you get from his bicep. You squeeze your thighs even tighter around Logan's arm, pinning it to your cunt with an almost painful force as you hump against it desperately.
"You're fucking filthy." Logan hisses against your tits, taking one in between his teeth and biting, hard, "Humping my arm like a damn dog. Feel good, honey? Feel how strong I am?"
He flexes harder, tenses his muscles just that much more, and you feel them stiffen impossibly harder beneath your pussy. It's that and the way he mouths at your tits, growling such indecent accusations into their flushed warmth that sends you over the edge, a feeble cry escaping your lips as your hips begin trembling, twitching as you grind against his arm impossibly faster to fulfil your orgasm.
You're sure the bedsheets have suffered your release as much as Logan's arm has, but he's never seriously chided you for making a mess, and you're sure he won't this time. He groans himself as you ride through your orgasm on his arm and you realize only now as you come down from your high that he's been rutting against the mattress, cock still trapped in the confines of his sweatpants. If he hasn't managed to get off on the mattress you'll help him now, granting him access to all the slick warmth that his arm provided.
Now the pressure of his bicep is overstimulating as it presses constantly against your cunt and you ease off of it, giving Logan a prime view of your ruined, sensitive cunt as you whine at the sensitivity.
"Impressive," He hums, "Never thought I'd have you rubbing all over my arm like that."
"It's really strong. You're- you're really strong, Logan, it's nice."
"Yeah?" He grins, more of a smirk perhaps, as something sharp invades his eyes, "All that muscle gets you going? Knowing I'm stronger than you?"
"You are," Your breath shudders as you let it out, and he pushes up on his arms, one still covered in your slick release. He seems suddenly intent on showcasing that strength difference, muscles bulging as he crawls across the mattress to slot himself on top of your fucked-out form.
"I am." He agrees, mouth pressing hungrily to yours as the same arm you'd just got off on curls around your back and cements you to him, his hips already rutting against your own, "Wanna find out how much stronger I am?"
"Yes. Logan, yes, I-" He seizes your mouth in another kiss, cutting off your desperate pleas.
"Fucking try to move." He grunts, almost a growl with how guttural and gruff it sounds against the hollow of your parted lips as his other hand holds your hip firmly, almost crushingly in place, "I'll pin you down 'n hold you still, greedy girl."
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LOOKIN' LIKE MOTIVATION - hockey!r.c (+18)
requested by my #1 @zya4lifers
warnings: meantions of cheating; SMUT. pairing: sports physical therapist!reader x hockey player!rafe; friends to lovers.
Rafeâs day started the same way it had for the last two months: with a groan of pain that shot up from his knee and settled into his mood like a stubborn storm cloud.Â
He hated physical therapy, but what he hated more was sitting on the sidelines, watching his teammates on the ice while he was stuck on a cushioned table with resistance bands and an overenthusiastic sports medic, with hair pulled into a no-nonsense ponytail and a pair of blue scrubs that somehow still looked cute on you.
At least that was what he thought when he first met you.Â
But two weeks in, his hatred had morphed into something else entirely, something way more complicated. He wasnât sure when it happenedâmaybe when he caught you singing quietly along with the radio while taping up his knee, or when youâd given him that first, honest-to-God smile that wasnât out of politeness but genuine amusement at some stupid joke heâd made.
And he made a lot of those.Â
Now, sitting on that same damn table, Rafe found himself looking forward to PT in a way that had nothing to do with his injury.
You walked in, clipboard in hand, looking as professional as always. It was kind of cute, the way you tried so hard to keep things strictly professional between the two of you.
Rafe knew he got under your skinâhell, he made sure of it. He could tell by the way your eyes flicked up to meet his for just a second longer than necessary before you quickly looked away. You tried to be cool, but he knew better.
âAlright, Cameron. Howâs the knee today?â
He put on his best wounded-puppy face. âTerrible. I might never skate again.â
âShut up.â
âAnd I could be better,â Rafe drawled, his lips curling into that signature smirk. âBut seeing you always helps.â
You rolled your eyes, but he saw the faintest hint of a smile tugging at the corner of your mouth.
âYou say that every time.â
âAnd I mean it every time,â he shot back, winking at you.
You tried to ignore him, busying yourself with adjusting the equipment. âLetâs focus on your knee, alright?â
âWhatever you say, Doc,â Rafe said, stretching out on the table with a lazy grin.
You rolled your eyes, but the corners of your mouth twitched up. âWeâve got to work on your pain tolerance.â
He couldnât resist. âIf I didnât know any better, Iâd say you were trying to keep me on my toes.â
Finally, you looked up, your expression deadpan.
âAnd if I didnât know any better, Iâd say you were trying to avoid actually doing your therapy, Cameron.â
TouchĂŠ.
He liked the way you said his nameâlike you were in control, like you were the one calling the shots.
It was refreshing.Â
The first few minutes of the session passed in relative silence as you guided him through the exercises, your hands expertly working his injured knee. Rafe winced, but it wasnât all from the pain.
It was from trying to resist the need to say something that might actually cross the line.
But resisting wasnât really his style.
âSo, whatâs your boyfriend up to this weekend?â Rafe asked, his voice casual, but his eyes keen, watching your reaction.
You werenât the kind of girl to fall for a player, especially one with a reputation like Rafeâs.
Besides, you were already with someone. Loganâthe clean-cut, dependable defenseman from a rival school. Youâd been together for over a year, and things were great.
You looked up at him, a little caught off guard.
âOut of town.â
Rafe snorted, unable to help himself. âFigures.â
You frowned, straightening up to give him a look. That look. âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
He shrugged, feigning innocence. âNothing.â
âHeâs busy,â you said defensively.
âToo busy for you?â he pushed, his tone dripping with faux concern. âThatâs a shame. If you were mine, Iâd make time.â
You gave him an unimpressed look, âIâm sure you would.â
âYou donât think I would?â
âI think youâve already got your hands full with the cheerleading team.âÂ
He liked to pretend you sounded jealous and not critical.Â
Rafe chuckled, the sound low and rumbling in his chest. âCheerleaders are fun and all, but theyâre not really my type.â
Okay, that was half a lie, but in his defense, he hadnât slept with anyone on the cheer squad since sophomore year in college.
You raised an eyebrow, feigning disinterest as you adjusted the strap on his knee brace. âAnd what exactly is your type, Cameron?â
He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a flirtatious whisper. âComplicated. Smart. Gorgeous.â
You didnât miss a beat, even as your pulse quickened. âSo, basically the opposite of you?â
He grinned, like a stupidly in love sick puppy, unbothered by the jab. âMaybe thatâs why I like you so much.â
You shook your head, trying to hide the smile threatening to break through. âYouâre relentless, you know that?â
âOnly when it comes to you,â he replied smoothly, his eyes locked on yours.
There was no denying the chemistry, no matter how hard you tried to ignore it. But you were with someone else, someone who, despite his flaws, you cared about.
Still, Rafe made it hard to remember why you were trying to resist in the first place.
âRafe, we really should focus on your PT,â you chastised, trying to steer the conversation back to safer territory.
âTrust me, mâfocusing,â he replied, his tone suggesting he wasnât talking about his knee.
You rolled your eyes, standing up straighter to put some distance between you.Â
âRight. Well, you need to focus on this next exercise. Weâre going to work on your range of motion.â
He sighed dramatically but didnât argue, watching you with a lazy smile as you moved to demonstrate the exercise.
He couldnât help but admire the way you carried yourselfâconfident, knowledgeable, and completely fucking beautiful.
It was a challenge, and Rafe Cameron loved a challenge.
As you guided his leg through the motion, your hands firm but gentle, he couldnât resist pushing a little more. âYou know, you never answered my question.â
âWhat question?â you asked, though you had a feeling you knew where this was going.
âWhat youâre doing this weekend.â
You glanced away, focusing on the movement of his knee, your fingers brushing against his skin as you adjusted the angle. âIâll probably just catch up on some work. Maybe relax.â
âSounds boring,â Rafe remarked, then adding most absolute out of pocket suggestion. âYou should let me take you out.â
You looked up sharply, caught off guard by his directness. âRafe, Iâmââ
âTaken, I know,â he interrupted, biting his tongue not to add the unfortunatelyâ. âBut that doesnât mean you canât have a little fun, does it? Just as friends.â
âJust as friends?â you echoed skeptically, knowing full well what his idea of âjust friendsâ probably entailed.
Rafe shrugged, a smirk playing on his lips. âWe could get dinner, maybe hit up a bar, talk about something other than my knee for once. It doesnât have to be a big deal.â
âNo.â
His smirk faltered, just for a second, before it came back stronger, more determined. He leaned back on the table, pretending to stretch as he tried to ignore how much your rejection hurt his feelings.
"No?" he echoed, as if the concept was foreign to him.
You crossed your arms, standing straighter. "No. We both know what you're trying to do, and it's not going to happen."
"And what exactly am I trying to do?" he asked, feigning innocence with a earth shattering smirk that told you he knew exactly what he was doing.
You rolled your eyes, refusing to get drawn into his game. "You know what. Iâm here to help you with your injury, not to entertain whatever fantasy youâve got going on."
"Who says itâs a fantasy?" he shot back, his voice lowering, taking on a more serious tone that caught you off guard. "Maybe I just want to get to know you better."
You paused, searching his face for any sign of sincerity. But he was hard to read when he wanted to be. "Rafe, you're a good guy, butâ"
"Good guy?" he interrupted, raising an eyebrow. "I donât think Iâve ever heard someone describe me like that."
"Fine," you conceded with a small smile. "Maybe âgoodâ is a stretch. But youâre not as bad as you want people to think."
Rafeâs smirk faded. It was a rare moment of vulnerability, and it made you hesitate, made you wonder if there was more to him than just the cocky, relentless flirt.
But before you could dwell on it, he was back to his usual self, flashing you that devil-may-care grin that made it hard to stay mad at him. "You know, Iâd actually take that as a compliment if it came from anyone else."
"Donât get too excited," you replied, trying to keep things light. "I still think youâre a pain in the ass."
"Yeah, but Iâm your pain in the ass," he teased, stupidly blinking his lashes up at you.
You shook your head, unable to stop the laugh that bubbled up. "You really donât give up, do you?"
"Not when it comes to something I want," he said, his voice dropping an octave.
"Cameron, this isnât going to happen. I have a boyfriend."
He shrugged, unbothered. "And? Youâre no fun. Youâre trying to kill me, arenât you?â
You handed him a water bottle, expression neutral. âYouâre just out of shape.â
âOut of shape?â He looked at her, incredulous. âDo you see this body?â
You didnât take the bait. âI see a guy whoâs been slacking off on his conditioning.â
He laughed, low and warm, as he took a sip of water. âYouâre tough. Tougher than most of the coaches Iâve had.â
You shrugged, as if it was no big deal. âSomeone has to keep you in line.â
 âLoganâs a lucky guy.â
The hockey world was small, and word got around, of course he knew his name.
âLoganâs great,â you said, a little too quickly.
Rafe nodded, his expression unreadable. âYeah, Iâm sure he is.â
He didnât push it further, though. Instead, he fell back into his usual routine of teasing and flirting.
Every time you guided his leg through a stretch or adjusted the equipment, he found his mind wandering, imagining what it would be like if things were different. If he were the one you were coming home to after a long day, if he were the one you smiled at without that guarded look in your eyes.
But you were with Logan, and as much as he hated to admit it, Rafe wasnât the kind of guy to cross that line. Not when you were clearly trying so hard to keep things professional between the two of you.
As the session wrapped up, you handed him his schedule for the next few days, âIâll see you on Thursday. Make sure you keep up with the exercises over the next couple of days, and donât overdo it.â
He took the paper from your hands, his fingers brushing against yours for the briefest of moments.
âYeah, yeah, Iâll be good,â he muttered, more to himself than to you.
âTry to stay out of trouble, okay?â
 âCanât make any promises.â
He spent the weekend bored out of his mind, thinking about youâwondering if you were with Logan, if the guy was actually smart enough to know what he had.
He hated Logan more than he hated the pain in his knee.
The guy was too perfect, too dependable, too fucking boring. And he had been praying, in a way he wouldnât admit to anyone, that something would happenâsomething that would make you see Logan for the jackass he really was. It wasnât that he thought he was a better guy; he knew his own flaws better than anyone. But he also knew that he could make you happier, make you laugh harder, make you feel things that Logan never could.
So when you walked in late to the next session, he was ready to make a joke, to tease you about finally deciding to show up.
The words died on his lips when he saw you. You werenât looking at him, not really, just muttering a half-hearted apology as you dropped your bag in the corner. But when you finally met his gaze, his chest did that stupid thing where it almost stopped. Not in a good way.
Your eyes were bloodshot red, the kind of red that came from hours of crying, from tears that wouldnât stop no matter how hard you tried. You looked exhausted, like you hadnât slept in days, and your usual spark was nowhere to be found.
His first instinct was to make a joke, to lighten the mood the way he always did, but he couldnât. Not when you looked like that.
âHey,â he said softly, his voice void of its usual cockiness. âYou okay?â
You nodded, but it was the kind of nod that was meant to shut someone up, not because you actually meant it. You were far from okay.
âYouâre late,â he said, his tone teasing, but even he could hear the concern underneath.
âI know, sorry,â you replied, your voice small, almost defeated.
Rafe frowned, his eyes narrowing as he studied you. This wasnât like you. You were always so put together, so in control, and seeing you like this wasâŚso unsettling.
âWhat happened?â he asked, more serious now, the joking tone completely gone.
You shook your head, avoiding his gaze as you busied yourself with the equipment, but Rafe wasnât going to let it go that easily. Not when he could see the pain written all over your face.
âCâmon sweetheart, whatâs going on?â he pressed, his voice soft but insistent. âDid something happen with Logan?â
The way you flinched at his name told him everything he needed to know.
Protectiveness instantly swelled inside him. Heâd always thought Logan was too good to be true, but seeing you like this confirmed it.
âDid he hurt you?â His voice was low, a dangerous edge to it that he usually kept hidden from you, saved it for the ice. âBecause if he did, I swear to Godââ
âNo,â you interrupted, your voice cracking as you finally looked at him, âI mean, yes, but⌠itâs not like that.â
His jaw clenched, his hands curling into fists at his sides. âWhat did he do?â
You hesitated, the words trapped in your throat as you tried to hold it together. But there was no point in pretending anymore, not when Rafe was looking at you like thatâlike he actually cared, like he was ready to go to war for you if thatâs what it took.
âHe cheated,â you finally whispered, your voice trembling as the tears youâd been holding back started to spill over. âI found out through a fucking DM on Instagram. Some girl⌠she just messaged me out of the blue and told me everything. And when I confronted him, he didnât even deny it. He justâjust said it wasnât a big deal.â
Rafeâs vision blurred with red-hot anger. The kind of emotion he only felt when his team was being robbed by referees or losing.
He wanted to find Logan and beat the shit out of him for making you cry, for being stupid enough to let you go. But more than that, he wanted to make you feel better, to make the hurt go away, even if he didnât know how.
âThat fucking asshole,â He growled, his voice trembling with barely controlled rage. âI swear to God, Iâllâlet me get on that ice and Iâll wipe the entire ring with his face.â
âRafe, donât,â you pleaded quickly, cutting him off. âItâs not worth it. Heâs not worth it, okay?â
His heart twisted at the broken look in your eyes, the way your voice wavered as if you didnât quite believe your own words.
âHeâs not worth you,â Rafe rebutted, stepping closer, his anger replaced by something gentler, âYou deserve better than that. Way better.â
You looked up at him, surprised by the sincerity in his voice. It wasnât like him to be so serious. But here he was, looking at you like you were the most important person in the world, and it made you want to cry even more.
âI donât know what I deserve anymore,â you admitted. He reached out, hesitating for just a second before he gently held your cheek, his thumb brushing away the tear that had finally escaped.
âYou deserve someone who knows what they have when they have you,â he reassured you, his eyes locked on yours. âSomeone who would never make you cry like this. Someone who would never, ever cheat on you.â
You swallowed hard, feeling a fresh wave of tears threatening to spill over at his words. âRafeâŚâ
âIâm serious,â he continued, not giving you a chance to doubt yourself again. âYouâre⌠youâre amazing, you know that? Any guy would be lucky to have you, and Loganâs a fucking idiot for not seeing that.â
You shook your head, trying to keep it together, but it was no use.
You started to cry, the kind of deep, gut-wrenching sobs that youâd been holding in all weekend. And before you knew it, you were collapsing into his arms, letting him hold you as you cried, his arms strong and steady around you.
He didnât say anything, didnât try to shush you or tell you everything was going to be okay. He just held you, his hand slowly rubbing your back as you let it all out, crying into his chest until there were no more tears left.
When you finally pulled back, your face red and puffy from crying, you only uttered a small, âThank you.â
Rafe nodded, his eyes practically glazed with love sickness as he looked down at you. âAnytime.â
And then, without thinking, you leaned up and pressed a soft, hesitant peck to his cheek, lingering for just a second before pulling away.
He blinked, a little stunned by the gesture, but before he could say anything, you stepped back.
âDo you mind if we reschedule for tomorrow?â you said quickly, your voice still shaky. âIâm not sure I-â
âOf course not.â
You breathed out in relief, âThank you again. Iâll see you tomorrow.â
He wanted to tell you to stay, to tell you that it was okay to not be okay, that you didnât have to face this alone.
But he knew you needed space, needed time to process everything that had happened. He could wait. Heâd wait forever for you.
âYeah,â he said softly, nodding as you turned to leave. âTomorrow.â
He wanted to be there for you, to be the one you turned to when everything fell apart. But more than that, he wanted to be the one to put you back together again, to show you that not all guys were like Loganâthat he wasnât like Logan.
And as you disappeared down the hallway, he made a silent promise to himself: he was going to make you see that. No matter what it took.
The weeks passed, each session with Rafe seamlessly flowing into the next. What started as this totally professional thing, strictly business, slowly morphed into something way more personal. His cocky jokes and playful banter had shifted into these deep conversations that actually mattered, and somewhere along the way, you found yourself getting closer to him than you ever expected.
Rafeâs knee had healed remarkably well, and now the day had arrived: his first game back on the ice.
As it drew near, a strange sense of anxiety started to mess with your head. Your life had become so closely tied to Rafeâs recovery over the past few months that the thought of him no longer needing your helpâor your companyâleft you with an unsettling emptiness.
You were going to miss him.
You had prepared yourself for the possibility that he might distance himself once he was back on the ice. After all, athletes had their own lives, their own routines, and you were just the therapist who had helped him get to this point.
But when he invited you to his first game, the gesture came as a welcome. Whether you wanted to admit it or not, heâd slowly lurked his way into your heart.Â
It was after a particularly intense session, where youâd pushed him harder than ever before, that he brought it up. You were finishing up, wiping down the equipment while he caught his breath, stretching out his legs on the bench.
âYâknow sweetheart,â Rafe started, his voice casual but with a hint of something more in it, âIâve got my first game back tomorrow night.â
You looked up, catching the not so subtle excitement in his tone.
âYeah, Iâve heard. You must be excited.â
âNervous as hell, more like it.â He chuckled, running a hand through his hair, âItâs been a long time coming. A lot of pressure to perform, yâknow?â
You nodded, understanding him. Youâd seen how hard heâd worked, how much this comeback meant to him. âYouâll do great, Cameron. Youâre more than ready.â
He smiled at that, but there was something else in his expression, something hesitant. âI was thinkingâŚmaybe you could come. To the game, I mean. Itâd be nice to have someone there whoâs seen the whole process, who knows what it took to get back on that ice.â
You felt a warmth spread through your chest. It wasnât just the invitationâit was what it represented. He didnât just see you as the therapist whoâd helped him heal.
He saw you as someone important, someone he wanted by his side as he took this next step. A friend maybe.
 âIâd love to, Rafe. I wouldnât miss it for anything.â
Relief washed over his face, followed by a grin that was equal parts gratitude and something elseâ âGood,â he said, his voice quieter now, âbecause Iâd hate for you to miss it. Youâve been a big part of this, more than you know.â
Your heart fluttered at his words, and you found yourself blushing under his gaze.Â
âIâm just doing my job,â you shook your head, but the look in his eyes told you that he saw right through your attempt to downplay it.
âYeah, well, Iâm glad itâs you,â Rafe said, his voice earnest. âI donât think I couldâve done this with anyone else.â
The sincerity in his voice, the way he looked at you made it hard to breathe. This was more than just an invitation to a game. This was him telling you, in his own way, that you mattered to himâthat you were more than just his therapist, that you were someone he wanted to keep around.
âIâm glad it was me too,â you admitted, unable to keep your eyes away from his.
âTomorrow night, then.â
âTomorrow night.â
Now, as you sit in the stands, watching Rafe skate out onto the ice, you feel a nervous anticipation that has little to do with the game itself.
Just before the puck drops, Rafe catches your eye, giving you a confident wink that sends your heart racing like a school girl. He knows what this game means, not just for him, but for you as well.
Logan is there, playing on the opposite team. You havenât seen him in exactly two months. Whatever feelings you had for him disappeared the moment you found out about his betrayal, but your ego still hurts like hell.
The energy in the arena is electric, a buzz that makes his blood hum with anticipation. His first game back, and the stakes couldnât be higherânot just because of his injury, not just because itâs a rivalry match, but because Logan is on the other side of the ice. Rafeâs jaw clenches at the thought of that bastard, the memory of your tear-streaked face still fresh in his mind.
During warm-ups, he spotted Logan, skating like he didnât have a care in the world, like he hadnât just thrown away the best thing that ever happened to him. Rafeâs grip tightens on his stick, his knuckles white against the black tape. The rage simmering beneath his skin isnât just about the game. Itâs personal.
His focus is razor-sharp, every movement precise, every play calculated. But no matter how much he tries to concentrate on the game, his eyes keep drifting back to Logan, who skates circles around the ice like he owns it.
The first period passes without incident, but by the second, the tension is boiling over. Rafe feels it building, that need to do something, to break Loganâs face in half. He doesnât just want to beat him; he wants to humiliate him, to knock that smug look off his face once and for all.
Then it happens.
Midway through the second period, Logan makes a hard hit on one of Rafeâs teammates, sending the guy crashing into the boards. The hit is clean, but itâs the arrogance in Loganâs smirk that pushes Rafe over the edge.
He doesnât hesitate.Â
He skates straight at Logan, not bothering with any pretense. If Logan wants to play dirty, he is more than ready to play dirtier. Logan barely has time to react before Rafe drops his gloves, his intent crystal clear.
âYou think you can just get away with that?â He snarls, his voice low and menacing as he shoves Logan hard in the chest, the force sending him stumbling back on his skates.
Loganâs eyes flash with surprise, quickly followed by anger. âWhat the hellâs your problem, Cameron?â
He doesnât bother with a reply.Â
He swings, his fist connecting solidly with Loganâs jaw. The satisfying crunch of bone against bone is drowned out by the roar of the crowd, but Rafe doesnât care. Heâs been waiting for this moment, waiting to unleash all the pent-up anger and frustration thatâs been eating away at him since the day you walked into that PT room with your heart shattered.
Logan staggers back, his expression twisting with fury. He recovers quickly, launching himself at Rafe with a wild swing, but Rafe is ready. He dodges the punch and counters with another one of his own, this time aiming for Loganâs ribs. He can feel the impact reverberate up his arm, but itâs not enough. He wants more.
âCome on!â He shouts, face red from all the pent-up anger simmering inside him. âIs that all youâve fucking got?â
Logan grits his teeth, struggling to keep his balance. âYouâre fucking crazy, Cameron!â
âYou haven't seen shit," He spits back, landing another punch to Loganâs midsection. âBut at least I know how to treat someone right.â
Loganâs eyes widen, the realization of what this is really about dawning on him. âThis is about her? Youâre seriously going to throw down over some girl?â
Rafeâs vision goes red at the mention of you, the casual way Logan dismisses you as âsome girl.â He doesnât care that heâs going too far, doesnât care that the refs are probably going to break this up any second. All he cares about is making Logan feel a fraction of the pain he caused you.
âYou donât get to talk about her,â He growls, grabbing Logan by the collar and yanking him close. âYou donât even get to think about her.â
Logan tries to shove him off, but Rafe is relentless, landing punch after punch, each one fueled by the memory of you crying in his arms, by the way your voice trembled when you told him what Logan had done.
By now, the refs are on them, trying to pull Rafe away, but he isnât finished. Not yet.
âYou donât deserve her,â He hisses through clenched teeth, his fist connecting with Loganâs face one last time before the refs finally manage to separate them. âYou never did.â
Logan stumbles back, his face a bloody mess, and for a brief moment, he feels a little satisfaction. But it isnât enough to stop the anger, the frustration, the overwhelming need to protect you from ever being hurt like that again.
He sits in the penalty box, his chest heaving as he tries to calm the adrenaline still pumping through his veins. He can barely hear the crowd over the sound of his own heartbeat, but he knows theyâre going wild. The fight has been brutal, and heâs given Logan exactly what he deserved. But as the rush of the fight starts to fade, he starts to overthink: how will you react?
The game ends with a hard-fought win for his team, but the victory feels hollow. As his teammates celebrate on the ice, Rafeâs thoughts are miles away, fixated on you. What if youâre pissed? What if you think heâs overstepped?
After the final whistle, he makes his way to the locker room, his mind racing. Heâs about to strip off his gear when he hears footsteps approaching, quick and determined. Before he can even turn around, the locker room door flies open, and there you are, marching straight toward him with a look on your face that he canât quite read.
Shit. Youâre mad.
âHey, listen,â he starts, his voice low and uncertain as he holds up his hands in a gesture of peace. âI know that mightâve looked bad out there, but I swearââ
You donât let him finish. Instead, you grab the front of his jersey and pull him down to your level, crashing your lips against his with a force that takes him completely off guard.
His mind goes blank as all he can focus on is the way your mouth moves against his. Itâs like nothing heâs ever felt beforeâraw, heated, desperate.
His hands instantly find your waist, gripping tightly as he pulls you flush against him, the heat of your bodies mingling in the small space between you. Your kiss is wild, all tongues and teeth, and when you bite down on his bottom lip, hard enough to make him groan, he realizes this is real.
Youâre kissing him.
âFuck,â he gasps against your mouth, his voice ragged with need. But you donât give him a chance to catch his breath, your hands threading through his hair as you deepen the kiss, your lips moving with a feverish intensity that makes his head spin.
You break away just long enough to breathe, your lips brushing against his as you whisper, âYouâre such a fucking idiot.â
The way you say it, half-growled, half-breathed, sends a shiver down his spine, and he canât help the sound that escapes him, somewhere between a moan and a groan. His grip on your waist tightens, his fingers digging into your skin as he fights to keep control, but you arenât making it easy.
You press yourself even closer, your body flush against his as you kiss him again, harder this time, more demanding. Your tongue sweeps into his mouth, claiming him, and Rafe is more than happy to let you take the lead. Heâs never felt anything like this beforeâthis urgency, this hunger that makes him want to lose himself in you completely.
You tug on his hair, tilting his head back to give yourself better access, and Rafe nearly loses it right then and there. He can feel his self-control slipping, can feel the primal need to devour you taking over, but he doesnât care. All he can think about is how badly he wants you, how desperately he needs to feel more of you.
When you pull back, your lips are swollen and glistening, your breathing just as ragged as his. You stare at him, your eyes dark with lust, and Rafe feels his heart hammering in his chest, each beat echoing with the desire pulsing through him.
âBeen waiting for over an hour to do that,â you breathe.
Rafeâs hands roam up your back, tracing the curve of your spine as he leans in, brushing his lips against your ear. When he reaches the curve of your ass, he doesnât stop. His fingers grip you there, kneading the soft flesh with a pressure that makes you gasp into his mouth, your hips instinctively pressing against his.
âThen do it again,â he murmurs, âDo whatever the hell you want to me.â
His hands are everywhere, sliding up your sides, his thumbs brushing the undersides of your breasts before moving back down to cup your ass again, pulling you even closer against him. You can feel him, hard and ready, pressing against your thigh, and it sends a wave of heat pooling low in your belly. You want himâmore than you ever wanted anyoneâand the way heâs looking at you tells you he feels the same.
Rafe lets out a low, almost guttural sound as you rock your hips against him, the pressure making him tighten his grip on you, holding you in place as he grounds himself against you. The sensation makes your breath hitch, a needy whimper escaping your lips that only spurs him on.Â
âFucking idiot,â you whisper again, your voice rough with desire as you nip at his bottom lip, pulling it between your teeth before soothing the bite with your tongue.Â
His reaction is immediate. He groans, a sound so deep and full of need that it sends a shiver down your spine. His hands flex against you, his fingers digging into your flesh as if heâs trying not to loseg control completely.
 But you can feel itâthe way heâs trembling, the way his breath is coming in harsh, uneven pants against your neck. He kisses you again, hard and desperate, his mouth moving against yours with a fervor that matches the wild pounding of your heart
But just when you think you canât take it any longer, the sound of footsteps echoes outside the door, snapping you both back to reality. You pull back, your chest heaving as you try to catch your breath, your mind spinning with the intensity of what had just happened. Heâs just staring at you, his eyes glazed with desire, his lips swollen and red from your kisses. He looks as wrecked as you feel, and it takes everything in you not to drag him back down for more.Â
But you know you shouldnât. Not here. Not now.
Except thereâs no fucking way Rafe is letting you go now. He doesnât say a word. His eyes lock onto yours, dark and filled with a raw need that makes your breath catch.Â
He doesnât ask; doesnât need to. Heâs done waiting, done pretending he can hold back.Â
Without another word, he pulls you toward the locker room, his grip firm and unyielding as he leads you through the maze of benches and lockers. Your heart races as he pushes open the door to the showers, the sound of the water echoing off the tile walls. The room is empty, the air thick with steam, and the second you step inside, heâs pouncing on you. Clothes are gone in the blink of an eye.
He presses you up against the cold tile wall, his body flushes against yours as his lips find yours again, hands running over your wet skin. His mouth moves from your lips to your neck, his tongue tracing a path down to your collarbone as he kisses, licks, and nips at your sensitive skin. You whimper, fingers threading through his hair as he drops to his knees in front of you, his lips trailing down your stomach.Â
The sensation was overwhelming, the combination of the hot water and his hot mouth on your skin driving you insane. "If you donât-" your voice trembles with need as he spreads your thighs apart, âFuck.âÂ
He looks up at you, âYeah, thatâs what I thought.âÂ
His hands grip your hips firmly. Without another word, he buries his face between your legs, his tongue flicking out to taste you. The sudden, intense pleasure makes you cry out, your hands clutching at his broad shoulders as he licks and sucks, his tongue working you over with a skill that leaves you gasping for breath. Itâs not fair.Â
This man canât possibly be real. The water splashes against your back, masking the sounds of your moans as he takes his time, driving you closer and closer to the edge with every swirl of his tongue. Your body trembles, your legs barely able to hold you up as he pushes you higher, his hands tightening on your hips as he holds you in place.
 "Oh my god," you moan, your voice breaking as you feel the pleasure building to an unbearable peak. He doesnât stop, doesnât let up until you are crying out his name, your body shuddering as your orgasm crashes over you, your nails digging into his shoulders as the pleasure rips through you.
Rafe keeps his mouth on you, drawing out your release until you are trembling, your legs shaking as you struggle to catch your breath.Â
Truth is, he doesnât want to stop. He canât get enough now that he has finally gotten a taste. He stands back up, his hands running up your sides as he kisses you again, the taste of you still on his lips. You can feel him, hard and ready against your stomach, and it only drives you crazier. Of course, this man had to be fucking huge.Â
Without breaking the kiss, he spins you around, pressing you against the wall as his hands grip your hips, pulling them back slightly. You brace yourself against the tile, your body arching as you felt the head of his cock pressing against your entrance.Â
"Oh Rafe," you groan out his name, your voice low and needy and he growls softly in response, his breath hot against your ear as he slowly pushes inside you, filling you inch by inch until he is buried to the hilt.
Rafe nearly passes out from the sight. Watching himself disappear inside you has to be his favorite sight in the entire world.Â
âSo fucking pretty.â The feeling of him stretching you, filling you completely, is almost too much to bear, and you let out a long, low moan as he begins to move, setting a slow, deliberate pace that drives you wild. The water cascades over your bodies as he thrusts into you, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he fucks you with a steady, unrelenting rhythm.Â
Each thrust pushes you harder against the wall, the cool tile a pleasing contrast to the heat between you. You can barely think, barely breathe, lost in the sensation of Rafe moving inside you, his cock hitting all the right spots with every thrust. The sound of the water mixed with the wet slap of skin against skin, your moans and gasps echoing off the walls as the pleasure built higher and higher, threatening to consume you.
 "God, you feel so fucking good," He groans, his voice rough with desire as he leans over you, his lips brushing against your ear.
 "Faster," you gasp, your voice pleading as you push back against him, needing more, needing everything. He doesnât hesitate. His pace quickening, his thrusts coming harder and faster as he drives you both toward the edge. The intensity of it is overwhelming, every nerve in your body on fire as he fucks you with a raw, desperate need that matches your own. Just when you think you couldnât take any more, you heard footsteps outside the shower, followed by a voice calling out.Â
"Cameron? You in here, man?" Rafe freezes, his body tense, his cock still buried deep inside you as he glances toward the door, his breath ragged.Â
"Yeah, Iâm here," he calls back, trying to keep his voice steady, though you could hear the strain in it.Â
"Weâre heading downtown to the bar. You coming?"
He looks down at you, all too pleased with himself, "Not tonight," he replies, his voice thick with lust. "Got something else to take care of."Â
Thereâs a pause, then a chuckle from the other side of the door. "Alright, man. Have fun."
 The footsteps retreat, and the moment the door closes, heâs moving again, thrusting into you with a renewed urgency, the near-interruption only heightening the intensity of the moment. You moan loudly, your body quaking as he drives into you with a relentless rhythm, each thrust sending you spiraling closer and closer to another orgasm.
The combination of the heat, the steam, the feel of Rafe fucking you so hard is too much, the almost getting caught. You feel yourself losing it, your entire body tightening as you reach the edge once again.
 "Come for me," He growls, his hands gripping your hips so tightly you are sure there will be bruises tomorrow. His words push you over, and you cry out as your orgasm tears through you, your body convulsing around him as the pleasure crashes over you in waves.
Rafe follows right behind you, his hips slamming into yours one last time as he comes, his body shuddering as he fills you to the brim with a low, guttural groan.Â
For a long moment, neither of you move, both of you panting, your bodies still trembling from the intensity of it all. The water continues to pour over you, washing away the evidence of your encounter as you slowly come down from the high.Â
Finally, he pulls out, turning you around to face him as he cups your face in his hands, his lips brushing softly against yours in a tender kiss thatâs so different to the rough, desperate way he just fucked you.
 "Youâre a fucking idiot," you whisper against his lips, a small, breathless laugh escaping you.Â
He chuckles softly, his thumb brushing over your cheek as he looked down at you, drowning in affection. "Yeah, but Iâm your fucking idiot."
He was fighting every fucking player on that ice ring if it meant having you again.
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(Un)fortunate Courting (Request)
Requested by @silverblueglitter
Original Prompt Post this is based on by @diabolichare
A/N: Thank you for the request! I hope this will not disappoint. I am slowly getting back into the grove of writing and out of my block. Also on a side note I am not posting / writing as much right now because work is currently keeping me busy.
Danny was very sure he was doing everything right in regards to ghost culture. Clockwork and Pandora had been educating him very well on that. Sure they did it with some ominous explanation in regards to his future but Danny had shrugged that off. Clockwork had always had a way with words that didn't make sense but somehow did too. Now as he had learned if a ghost wants to cross through another ghosts haunt an offering needs to be made. Ideally the offering is in regards to something the other ghosts likes.
So if he would need, for example, cross through Embers haunt, he would offer her something like guitar strings or something other music related stuff that could be useful to her obsession. With that logic, Danny knew that if he wanted to use the short cut to his collage through Red Hoods haunt he would need to offer the other something. Like he had offered something to Lady Gotham for his stay in Gotham for his collage education. The thing was he would have to offer Red Hood something every time he needed to go through the others haunt, unlike with Lady Gotham who had just accepted a single offer since he wasn't constantly going in and out of her haunt.
But that also left him with what to get the other Halfa as offering.
He had contemplated offering something Red Hood might need for his duty. You know? Maybe some self engineered bullets he could use against ghosts, though Danny knew that was probably unnecessary considering Gotham's protector spirit, Lady Gotham, had a pretty good handle on everything here. Which good, because that meant Danny could fully focused on his studies for once.
That was until Danny realized how much the core of that other Halfa was malnourished. Which gave Danny the perfect chance to catch two ghosts with one thermos, okay bad joke. But seriously, that gave Danny an idea of what to offer for his right of passage through the others haunt. So he made simple care packages that would help the other Halfa. He had thought about supplying some Ecto-Dejecto directly but that felt a little to on the nose and someone who didn't know his family would probably think Danny insane, as if there weren't enough people in his collage thinking that already. Besides he was in Gotham and with villains like Scarecrow and Joker he didn't think a syringe with glowing green contents would be a trustworthy offering.
Anyway, Danny decided to be a bit more discreet, infusing ectoplasm into simple foods, that most importantly, COULD NOT COME ALIVE. So Danny's care packaged ended up consisting of chocolates, snacks and other sweets that would NOT start fighting back. He also figured out how to mix ectoplasm into drinks so it wouldn't taste to overwhelming.
Danny did not anticipate the side effect offerings like that would have or realise what his offerings looked like to someone who did not know about ghost culture.
Jason was torn as he found the n-ed little present box during his patrol route with a little card stating it was for him. He eyed the box having gotten familiar with these boxes over the past month. He lifted the lid and yep.... chocolates.
"Again?" his distorted voice came through his voice modulator as he eyed the chocolates suspiciously. Either he had a very insistent admirer or one of his enemies cooked up a new idea to make him paranoid. Not like his brothers didn't joke about him getting Bruce's paranoia when he had run the sixth box of chocolates through the substance tester to figure out if someone was trying to poison him.
Turned out poison was not in the chocolates but something else. An unknown substance but in small dosages. Jason was currently allowing Tim to run wild in figuring out what was mixed into the chocolates. Also the seasoned vigilante had to admit, that there was something tempting about these sweets. Like something inside him really urged him to eat them. It was only his self-restraint and discipline that helped him resist the urge to taste test some of these chocolates.
Also sometimes there were drink in these packages too. Yes, Jason had run them through the tester too and got the same results like with the sweets and chocolates. No poison but that other strange substance. At first Jason didn't really want to bother with it but these boxes appeared every damn night when he was on patrol, but strangle not on weekend or holidays.
"Oh got another little present, Little Wing!" Jason barely turned around as his older brother dropped onto the roof next to him. "Chocolates this time! How cute! They must really love you!"
Sometimes Jason wished his helmet could portray emotions better as he gave Dick a deadpan stare. "More like wanting to poison me." He muttered his voice changer doing nothing to support the sarcasm in his voice.
"You have to admit it is kind of cute! You have a little fan or admirer! And look these chocolates are even heart shaped! Oh and pralines are in there too!" Dick gushed on about Jason's admirer, while Jason rolled his eyes under his helmet. It would be cute if there wasn't an unknown substance mixed into the stuff left for him. Though he had to admit, whoever left that stuff was getting creative. From what Jason saw they rarely used the same brand of chocolates or sweets to give to him twice. Like they were trying to figure out what he liked. For a brief moment that made Jason wonder, if he actually ate one of these for once, would his admirer present him with the same brand again the next night?
He shock that thought off, no way was he going to eat something with an unknown substance in it. So instead he shoved the box at Dick. "Take that to the cave Dickibird. Gives Pretender more materials to test with."
Dick, to his credit stopped gushing for at that and chuckled. "Can do, but seriously though, what did Oracle say. Did she catch your little admirer on the security cameras at least."
Shaking his head Jason let out a sigh. "No, its like these boxes appear out of nowhere."
"Well at least they are harmless."
"For now." He grunted in response. While they didn't pose a danger, Jason didn't like the implications behind their appearances. For one no matter how much he changed up his patrol routes, these boxes would still appear. There is no video proof of someone placing the boxes. They just appear out of thin air or roofs or his path right when he comes by. If he could believe that the videos that Barbara had showed him weren't manipulated then they just appeared like a couple of seconds before he would find them.
It was suspicious and Jason was determined to find out who leaves them.
Danny hummed his latest earworm song, which happed to be Embers newest hit in the Ghost Zone, as he prepared his next offering to Red Hood. He had thought about leaving these boxes by Red Hoods Safe house during the day on his way to collage but he figured with his own history of being a hero. Secret identities were important and should not be revealed against the others wish.
This time he had gotten the expensive brand of pralines. He hoped Hood would actually like them and eat them hopefully. Danny threaded the moment he would have to try infusing ectoplasm into something other than safe sweets, chocolates and snacks that won't come alive if he didn't find something Hood would eat soon.
The Halfa was so focused on his task of infusing the pralines with ectoplasm that he did not notice the arrival of three of his old ghost rogues, until he got grapped by the collar and throw across his own appartment.
"OW! What the...?!"
"Long Time not seen Pelt." Danny blinked as Skulker stood over him, Ember and Wulf a bit further behind. Wulfs presence explained how the other two managed to show up in his place.
"What are you guys doing here?" He was so not up for a round of ghost body that could potentially destroy his flat.
"Fixing your love life." Ember grinned down at him with Wulf nodding.
"My love life...." Something was definitely wrong. Danny does not remember currently dating anyone. He also didn't have crush, well not a obvious one he thought at least. He was distinctively pushing way that fleeting image of Red Hood out of his mind.
"Yeas your love life Baby Boop." Ember reaffirmed. "Didn't the old ghosts teach you anything. You don't use the human of giving presents when you court a ghost!"
"I... what?" Danny's brain currently really had trouble catching up with what was going on.
"Pelt you need to assert yourself, fight your damn object of attention to proof your worth." Skulker added arms crossed.
"Don't worry we will help you! So you wont fail!" Ember added.
Before Danny could answer or ask what the hell they were going on about though Skulker grabbed him by the back of his collar again and promptly dragged Danny long with him flying out of his flat to who knows where. Distinctive Danny swore he heard laughing that sounded suspiciously like Lady Gotham.
"WAIT SKULKER!" The shout escaped him as his brain finally caught up but before he could go ghost and actually do something he was thrown against someone. Whoever he landed on let out a deep 'oof' that sounded distorted and Danny had a sinking feeling as he hurriedly sat up and came face to face with Red Hood.
"Aw shit...." Danny muttered instantly choosing to turn invisible and hoping that Red Hood had nod seen him long enough to get recognised, worst of all Skulker had dragged him all the way to Hoods haunt when Danny didn't even have an offering! Now he owned Hood two offerings!
"What are you doing Pelt! You are supposed to challenge for the right of courtship first! The courtship presents come later!" Skulker shouted at Danny to which while still invisible Danny choose to flip the other ghost off. Something he would have never done as teen but now that he had come to some sort of understanding with his former rogues was not rare happening, as long as Jazz wasn't there to witness it.
Meanwhile Jason was sitting utterly confused on the roof now, just a moment ago a twig of a man had landed on him and he had seen the other guy for a brief moment before he had disappeared out of nowhere again. He grumbled muttered curses and knew he would have to go though the video footage of his helmet to get a clearer picture of what or rather who had knocked him over.
But he had a feeling it was related to the boxes of sweets and chocolates.
#danny fenton#danny phantom#dp x dc#dpxdc#dcxdp#jason todd#skulker#ember#crossover#ghost courting#it breeds misunderstanding#Danny is just trying to be polite#he might has a little crush on Red Hood#Jason thinks someone is messing with him#or he does have a admirer that is borderline a stalker#His brothers find it funny though#He doesn't trust the offerings.... yet#Dead on main#no beta we die like danny#unedited
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I spent the last 11 months working with my illustrator, Marta, to make the children's book of my dreams. We were able to get every detail just the way I wanted, and I'm very happy with the final result. She is the best person I have ever worked with, and I mean, just look at those colors!
I wanted to tell that story of anyone's who ever felt that they didn't belong anywhere. Whether you are a nerd, autistic, queer, trans, a furry, or some combination of the above, it makes for a sad and difficult life. This isn't just my story. This is our story.
I also want to say the month following the book's launch has been very stressful. I have never done this kind of book before, and I didn't know how to get the word out about it. I do have a small publishing business and a full-time job, so I figured let's put my some money into advertising this time. Indie writers will tell you great success stories they've had using Facebook ads, so I started a page and boosting my posts.
Within a first few days, I got a lot of likes and shares and even a few people who requested the book and left great reviews for me. There were also people memeing on how the boy turns into a delicious venison steak at the end of the book. It was all in good fun, though. It honestly made made laugh. Things were great, so I made more posts and increased spending.
But somehow, someway these new posts ended up on the wrong side of the platform. Soon, we saw claims of how the book was perpetuating mental illness, of how this book goes against all of basic biology and logic, and how the lgbtq agenda was corrupting our kids.
This brought out even more people to support the book, so I just let them at it and enjoyed my time reading comments after work. A few days later, then conversation moved from politics to encouraging bullying, accusing others of abusing children, and a competition to who could post the most cruel image. They were just comments, however, and after all, people were still supporting the book.
But then the trolls started organizing. Over night, I got hit with 3 one-star reviews on Amazon. My heart stopped. If your book ever falls below a certain rating, it can be removed, and blocked, and you can receive a strike on your publishing account. All that hard work was about to be deleted, and it was all my fault for posting it in the wrong place.
I panicked, pulled all my posts, and went into hiding, hoping things would die down. I reported the reviews and so did many others, but here's the thing you might have noticed across platforms like Google and Amazon. There are community guidelines that I referenced in my email, but unless people are doing something highly illegal, things are rarely ever taken down on these massive platforms. So those reviews are still there to this day. Once again, it's my fault, and I should have seen it coming.
Luckily, the harassment stopped, and the book is doing better now, at least in the US. The overall rating is still rickety in Europe, Canada, and Australia, so any reviews there help me out quite a lot. I'm currently looking for a new home to post about the book and talk about everything that went into it. I also love to talk about all things books if you ever want to chat. Maybe I'll post a selfie one day, too. Otherwise, the book is still on Amazon, and the full story and illustrations are on YouTube as well if you want to read it for free.
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Unknowingly, his | Aaron Hotchner
requested
MASTERLIST
pairing: Aaron Hotchner x fem liaison reader
summary: You never fail to make Hotch smile, even in hard times. One late night, when reader comes to his office to do some paperwork with him, he cannot help but catch himself staring at you and wondering if Hayley had the right to be jealous of you
cw: hints of jealous reader, mentions of jealous haley, divorce talk, cheating talk, mutual pinning my beloved <33
I do not consent to having my work translated or reposted to any other site. That being said I do not own the characters portrayed in this story!
It was 7 in the morning when you entered your dull office with an emphatic unambiguous ugh. You tossed your briefcase and jacket onto the leather couch to your right, closed the door behind you with your heel, walked over to the table and turned on the light. You did a good job rearranging everything last night, but the files you were supposed to audit for the day had already been put on your desk. Though, you neednât to rush as the team had already gotten a new case when 20 minutes prior you received a call. At least you had already been prepared to come down to your office, all dressed up. The phone call came through just as you were to about to cross your doorstep.
Moaning, you picked up the phone, dialed the number and patiently held for a response. You despised this. After a month, the team had a day off and you weren't expected to have a heavy workload today (also, you could never take a day off when the rest of the team did), so the most noticeably awful thing to do on a day like this for you was to call them back in.
You played with a tangled cord of your telephone when a hoarse voice spoke, "Hotchnerâ on the other end of the call.
Great, you wondered, was he already awake or did you wake him up. You could name a handful of different better ways of doing so.
"Uh, hi, Hotch." You noticed it was slightly too sweet how you said it. It might have been your way to make the news more appealing, or maybe, his early morning voice made you melt. You could never be certain which is the one.
Before he spoke your name, he cleared his throat and you believed you heard a light peck against his lips and someoneâs chuckle.
The butterflies in your stomach died in an instant. Another great thing you had to do this morning.
âIâm sorry if Iâm interrupting anything,â you said with a wry smile, rolling your eyes, âbut Iâm afraid I donât have good news.â
Silence.
It made you glance at the handset you were holding to your ear.
Oh, how you have ruined his day before it even began.
âI figured. Call the rest of the team. Iâll meet you there in 20.â And with that, he ended the call. You could already detect a sudden shift in his tone, could already see a familiar frown appearing on his face.
ââââââââââââââââââââââ
It was late at night when you knocked at Aaron's office door. Most of the agents on the sixth floor of the building were already out. Aaron could hear your heels clicking against the floor, echoing in the space before you even entered the bullpen.
"Hey."
A frown was settled on his face as he sat in a large chair behind his desk, his red tie slightly askew on his white-collar shirt, his rolled-up sleeves revealing his bare forearm. You couldn't help but notice that his hair, too, was more disheveled than normal. You tilted your head. If you had the chance, you would stare at him like that for eternity.
When Hotch regarded you with a fleeting gaze and a quick 'come in' in response before resuming to his paperwork and forms, you entered his office with a gentle exhale.
There was no need for questions or instructions as you silently retrieved the documents from your side of the table once you had sat across him.
That was the schedule you used to follow regularly.
Every time a case ended, both of you had to come together and complete the paperwork. At times, youâd spend extra time working together into the late night until you both were barely able to keep your eyes open, whilst other times it didn't take as long. Even though some might argue that it was not the perfect scenario - staying up late with your boss - those times when you had to be silent and be in close proximity to him were calming and almost sufficient to fuel your bizarre attraction that began the moment you first laid eyes on him. It was constantly shifting, influenced by mood changes from both of you. You were never afraid to express your strong opinion even if it didnât parallel his, never afraid to speak for yourself, but you were also the one that spent most time with him, knew him better than the rest of the team, even had the most in common. The team referred to you as Hotchâs soft spot (not to his knowing, of course). In spite of being one of the youngest members of the team, if another member messed something up, theyâd hide behind you, ask you to talk some sense into Hotch. To him, you could never do wrong. He was always a little bit blind to your faults. And you, obviously, werenât oblivious to that. Not that you took advantage of it, or to be quite frank never a serious one. You could notice how one look, one âHotch?â, one âplease?â could make him easily change his mind no matter who stood on the other end of the topic. You still remember when Penelope first started working with the team, and the first time she saw you two together - you saw a â?!?â above her head. She asked if you were the wife.
And then, on the other side, there was a wife. Hotch was married, and you knew his little family - Haley and their son, so you never thought about breaking that boundary. As such, you were very adept at playing the game of hot and cold when it came to Hotch. Even if he werenât someoneâs husband, there was still a bit of an age gap between the two of you, and letâs not forget Aaron Hotchnerâs professionalism. He was your boss after all, and in all your mind, you just firmly believed Aaron would never allow himself such a thing.
While you filled out the forms, you noticed something quite different tonight. Hotch had complete trust in you, he was aware of where your loyalties laid. You'd been on the same team for a few years in a row now, during which he would occasionally sign certain documents prior to you completing them. However, tonight was different. Tonight, he appeared unenthusiastic about returning home early to maximize the limited time his job allowed him to spend with his family.
âWhatâs wrong?â You inquired, feigning ignorance of his eyebrows raising towards you.
He shook it off, replied with a stock âNothingâ.
Neither of you seemed to stop whatever you were writing down.
âWeâve spent way too much time together. If you think I wouldnât notice,â you eyed him. âYou are wrong, boss.â
Aaronâs eyes finally really met yours for the very first time tonight. He leaned back in his seat comfortably, arms resting on armrests. âAre you a profiler now?â
âI might be one,â you mused, leaning back in your seat, crossing your legs as you put your pen aside. âPerhaps I have picked up a few skills working with the best.â
He surveyed you, a smile playing in the corner of his lips.
Aaron Hotchner - the profiler - never misses anything.
âIn any case, I believed we had agreed not to profile each other,â he spoke gently.
You expressed gratitude to God for that. Would he, then, realize the extent of a crush you had for him in those little moments and mood changes? Was he just as unaware of that as any other man even though Aaron Hotchner was not just any man? You, in rare cases of boredom, would wonder what he really thought of you. Did he think it was just your personality - being all flirty and smiley, with everyone?
âIâm not profiling you, Hotch.â You reassured him. âItâs just⌠Would you not ask me if I were fine if youâd noticed?â
âYes, I would.â
âAnd youâd want me to tell the truth?â
He nodded slightly in response.
Your eyebrows snapped together. âThen?â
As soon as the thought of Haley came back into his mind, his expression fell serious, his smile faltered.
He couldn't believe that Haley could possibly be jealous of any of his colleagues. After being together for years, he believed she would have had more insight, would known him better than that. For months now, that had not been the case. They practically turned into strangers who occasionally had to share the same bed. Even though he didn't realize it then, after the final confrontation and some calm reflection, everything became clear. Although the very thought of losing Haley was unknown⌠painful.
That morning when y/n called him, the moment Haley was waking him up in bed with her kisses, he called out your name. They both got carried away in the heat of the moment, not realizing that the call was indeed coming at his work number.
He recalled the way she gazed at him then - disappointed more than anything else - she shook her head and pushed him aside, getting up from the bed and putting on her robe. After the call had ended, he wanted to explain to Haley but what she said to him petrified him.
âIt's always work, and it's always her, and you always go running like a dog whenever she calls you!â
He was upset, offended. However, he was fully aware that Haley was determined to find a way to bring their relationship to an end, regardless of his actions, whether positive or negative.
Aaron remembered then the call to the home telephone which he had picked, but was welcomed with silence before that someone hang up on him. And then Haley's mobile rang. He knew. He knew then, in that shared gaze with Haley. But regardless of all that, Aaron wanted one more chance, at least for their son Jack, who needed a united family more than anything else.
âHaley and I are getting divorced.â He spoke, not realising you had been back to signing the documents whilst he was busy in his thoughts.
âWhat?â
That took you by a surprise. You would have never guessed it. Yes, you shared glances with the rest of the team while working on the last case, noticing how something bothered Hotch, how slightly distracted he was. You could have notice how quiet he was on your way back home in the jet, not engaging in a conversation with anyone, with you. Yes, you all have guessed he had an argument with Haley having to leave for work again when heâd finally had a day off, but divorce⌠No one believed the two of them would ever divorce.
âIâm so sorry, Hotch.â
âFor a while it has been⌠different. I guess thereâs nothing I could do about that now, nothing to change the situation we have gotten into.â He spoke as if though he hadnât heard you, his dark eyes distant in a dim lighting. âI tried.â
You didnât want to pry. You needed not to know what happened - their reason, whatever it might have been, was sufficient. You didn't believe it was Haley's fault, nor his fault. You could understand both of them. It was indeed a rather challenging one. Only a handful of individuals could understand the job you have chosen to do, sometimes it made you wonder if youâd ever find anyone that would.
Unless it was someone doing the same job, the chances were relatively small. Reid could give his statistics on this one, youâd remind yourself to ask.
âI know, Hotch.â You reached out instinctively, your hand over his, slightly squeezing. He did not move or flinch, his eyes shifting to where the contact was. The hand under your palm was warm, simultaneously rough and soft. His wedding ring was reverberating a tiny bit of coldness against your skin. âAnd I know you. I know you would never just quit. You donât deserve this. And Iâm really so so sorry.â
âIâm not ideal. Haley has every right. Iâm more gone than present, more a boss than a husband.â He sighed, pondering. âMy own marriageâs been in trouble and needed saving, but I wasnât able to admit it and help myself, help us. I wonder how I still keep this job.â
âDonât take it too hard on yourself, ok? Itâs never just one side, but it does get better. I promise. At least that much I know of. If thereâs anything I can doâŚâ
âYou are here. Listening.â
You once again felt noticed as his intense yet somehow gentlest of gaze met yours. You loved that about Aaron, the ways he could make you feel in just seconds - you could be all platonically giggly and flirty with him in one, but in the next moment when he would regard you with that look in his eyes, one word, one smile - the world would stop, you could only hear your heart beating, his presence only existing. And it scared you.
It should have been just a banal crush.
You withdrew your hand from his at the thought, clearing your throat to cover a moment that was⌠profound, finding sudden interest in the documents again. âI can complete this by the end of night, you can-â
âNo.â He cut you off, sighing as the documents on his desk filled his sight again. âItâs fine. I donât have anywhere to be in particular tonight. I have to finish this by morningâŚâ
His brows raised once his eyes met yours again before he added, whispering. âAnd I could use some company.â
Or preferably, he could use your company.
âAh, Strauss⌠The woman knows how to keep her employees in dislike of her.â You stated, averting your gaze from his eyes, taking another file from atop of others. âYou should give her some tips.â
A soft chuckle escaped his throat, breaking the silent grimness that spread in the room.
âSince this is gonna be one hell of a night...â You put your hands on the armrests, ready to stand up. It was an attempt to run, reflect, calm down. âAnything you want me to get you?â
âActually, Iâm about to get some coffee. Would you like some?â
âWell, if we must finish all this workâŚâ You nodded, eyes narrowing. âYeah, we have to.â
âOk.â He said in a soft-spoken manner, rising to his feet, and then pointed his finger at you in a manner similar to scolding a child. âBut donât doze off on me again. Iâll be right back.â
You put your hands up in defiance.
When he passed next to you, you followed him with your gaze out of the office. His perfume barely reached up your nostrils and you slumped in your seat, eyes closed, your breath shuddering.
That was close.
And about that⌠It wouldnât be your first time. The team was amazed by your ability to fall asleep literally anywhere - desk, bench, floor, cinema, waiting rooms - you name it.
The first time Aaron found about this talent of yours was after the case. You went to check out of the hotel with the rest of the team, and while waiting for others in the lobby seated on a bar stool with your arms crossed, you fell asleep. He was quite taken aback, or rather impressed as well as everyone else, to see you dozing off while seated. On your way home, the team occasionally made jokes about it, but what stood out to you the most was that Hotch was also very engaged in them.
âThank you.â He said once he returned to his office and put your cup of coffee before you.
You locked eyes with him, offering a small smile. âYou are always very welcome.â
Taking a break from work, you took a sip. Just how you liked it. How attentive. Not that it was surprising. âAnd I suppose I should thank you.â
He lifted the cup in his hand to his lips but halted before taking a sip, his tongue gliding over his lips. You stared, hypnotized. âIâm sorry? Thank me for what exactly?â
âYeah, you knowâŚâ Nervous, you offered him a report youâd just finished hoping he didnât catch that. He reached forward to take it. âFor indirectly acknowledging that seeing my name on your phone on a day off is not the most pleasant thing. I suppose I am bad news.â
âItâs a rather heavy subject, you know.â He replied in a professional tone, his eyes glued on the paper.
âWell, weâve got all night.â You joked, throwing your hands in the air.
His eyes softened upon meeting yours once again. âI didnât say that, and no, you arenât.â
You lifted your brow at him. And then, there was that crooked grin on your face, teasing him to admit.
He observed you for a moment. âSometimes, yes.â He succumbed to your will once again, before signing the report, concealing his own smile from you.
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your recent seb fic was so cute!! could i request some general sebastian dating headcanons :3?
â Sebastian dating hcs â
⢠The fact that you managed to get him as a boyfriend is a win in itself.
⢠I mean, at first you figured Sebastian hated you, considering the way he would constantly taunt you for your errors, blaming any failure on your incompetence followed by a snarky remark.
"I'm sure the door with breathing behind it is completely safe to open...Urbanshade must be very lucky they have you."
⢠But despite this, one thing lead to another aaaand now you're dating a 10ft sea monster! Lucky you!
⢠How did he even fall for you? His guess is as good as yours.
⢠He lets you stay in his shop as long as you'd like. Tired? Use his tail as a pillow and he'll gently wrap it around you, as if trying to shield you from the creatures outside.
⢠sometimes you don't even realize you've fallen asleep on him until you wake up to him glossing over a file before smiling down at you. "Sleep well?"
⢠He'll listen to you rant about whatevers on your mind, a few "Mhm"s and "Really now?"s being his only responses. It's not that he isn't listening, he just finds your rambling endearing and prefers to watch your face practically glow when talking about your interests.
⢠Petnames aren't too special- He'll randomly throw a "Hun" or "Sweetheart" your way when conversing. I dunno, he just seems like the type to prefer those.
⢠Prepare to be picked up and placed on his shoulder at least once when around him. He hardly ever gets to be eye-level with you due to the significant height difference, so randomly snatching you up without warning is his best way of doing so.
⢠He tries to be as gentle as possible, knowing his claws could easily hurt you. Sometimes he'll run a single claw softly down your back. Or maybe he'll use it as a gentle hook to pull you close to him.
⢠Don't expect the constant teasing and banter to end so soon-in fact, now that you're dating, it seems to have only intensified. But thats a mutual thing between the two of you.
"Give me that flashlight, I need it."
"Ask nicely, then maybe I will."
"Fuck you."
⢠Blind him with that flashlight of yours if he gets on your nerves, that usually shuts him up.
⢠But he does secretly get concerned when you leave the shop. He doesn't enjoy the lingering possibility that you could get hurt.
⢠He might even use a few excuses to get you to stay longer.
"You don't have to work yourself so hard, y'know."
"That crystal isn't going anywhere, why are you rushing?"
"Take your time, hun."
⢠If you do return to him looking insanely beat up and in desperate need of a medkit, he'll scold you out of concern.
⢠He can be a huge flirt, loving the reactions he can fish (ha, fish get it?? I'll shut up now.) out of you.
⢠More about that height difference, since I love that way too much:
⢠Sometimes you'll find that one particular item you need just out of reach so that you have to ask Sebastian for help.
⢠It's possible to get him a little flustered, too! Call him pretty/handsome/whatever, that'll do it.
"Yeah, yeah, you're cute. Quit looking at me like that."
⢠Overall perfect partner.
I'm sooo normal about him. Hahahah lollll *twirls hair* I'm so normal about this guy
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Breaking InnocenceâFratboy!Nicholas Chavez x Fem!Reader
summaryâ you fall for shy, sweet fratboy!nicholas whoâs different from his cocky frat brothers <3
warningsâ innocent!nicholas, sub!nicholas, dom!reader, loss of virginity, oral, unprotected sex, creampie, strip tease, dry humping, face sitting, praise kink, fluff.
a/nâ this might be an on going au series so requests are open for frat!boy nicholas or him in general <3
You were known around campus, the popular girl everyone seemed to have their eyes on, but you didnât have time for the typical crowd of college guys. Most of them, especially the frat boys, had a one-track mind, and youâd long since figured out they only saw you as a conquest, something to fuck and be praised for it. Youâd shut down every attempt, disinterested in their shallow flirting and relentless pursuit.
Then, one afternoon on campus, you were mid-scroll on your phone, drink in hand, when someone collided with you.
âWatch where youâre going!â you snapped, not in the mood for another run-in with some cocky frat boy.
âSorry! Iâm really, I didnât mean toââ he stammered, looking genuinely horrified, and you stopped. The guy in front of you wasnât like the others. He was tall, muscular, and had this almost awkward sweetness, eyes widening like he was caught doing something wrong. He barely met your gaze, shuffling a bit like he wanted to melt into the ground.
You felt a small grin creep onto your face. âYou always this clumsy?â you teased, watching him flush.
âN-no, I just, I didnât see you there, sorry,â he managed, voice soft but earnest. And then, after a second, he surprised you. âCould I, maybe get your number?â He scratched the back of his neck, his nerves obvious.
Something in you softened. You werenât used to guys who seemed this genuine, thisâŚdifferent? So you handed him your number, and he looked up at you, a glimmer of disbelief in his eyes. âThanks. Iâll, um, text you later.â
As he walked away, your friend leaned over, eyeing you curiously. âThatâs Nicholas Chavez,â she whispered. âHeâs in Theatre Arts. Heard he wants to be an actor.â
You felt a flicker of intrigue. The shy frat boy wanted to act? Nicholas was already proving to be unlike anyone else around here.
As evening rolled around, you were in your dorm room, putting the final touches on your makeup and slipping into a sexy dress that you knew would turn heads. Your phone buzzed, a text from an unknown number.
Unknown: âHey Y/N! I was wonderingâŚwould you like to have dinner with me tonight? I know it's short notice, and totally fine if you can't!â
Then, almost immediately:
Nicholas: âIt's Nicholas, by the wayâŚNicholas Chavez.â
You laughed at his nervousness, finding it unexpectedly charming. Quickly, you typed back, âSure, Iâd love to. Iâm on the east side of campus.â He replied instantly, âGreat! Iâll pick you up at 7.â
Right on time, you heard a knock. Opening the door, you caught the look in his eyes as they widened, taking in your outfit. "Wow, you look incredible," he said, clearly a little stunned.
You smiled, âThank you.â Then you noticed the flowers he was holding. âAre thoseâŚfor me?â
âYeah,â he said, blushing slightly, âI thought you might like them.â
âI love them, thanks, Iâll go put them in some water.â
As you headed to his car, he opened the door for you, and you settled in. The ride to the restaurant was filled with light conversation, but you caught his shy glances in your direction.
At the restaurant, he was every bit the gentleman, pulling out your chair and making sure you were comfortable. As you sat, you couldnât help but notice how his nervousness seemed to melt away as you talked about everything from your favorite movies to his passion for acting.
When the check arrived, you reached for your purse. âI can pay my share, seriously.â
He shook his head, insisting with a smile, âNo way. I asked you out, so Iâm paying.â
After dinner, he drove you back, and as he walked you to your door, he paused, his hands nervously fidgeting. âI really had a great time tonight, I hope we can do it again sometime?â
You surprised yourself, not quite believing the words as they came out. âYeah, Iâd like that.â
Nicholas grinned, his excitement clear. âAwesome. Iâll text you later?â
You nodded, and with one last smile, he turned and walked away, leaving you with a sense of anticipation you hadnât felt in a while.
The next day, word spread across campus about Nicholasâ fraternity hosting a big âEnd of Halloweenâ party. You were tempted to skip, knowing the fratâs reputation, but when Nicholas texted, personally inviting you, you decided to go, mostly because of him.
Dressed to kill, you arrived at the frat house with your friends. Nicholas was waiting outside, leaning against his car, and his face lit up when he saw you. His hand hovered protectively over your back as he guided you through the crowded party, never letting you out of sight. Once you were settled on a couch, he disappeared to grab drinks from the kitchen.
Just then, Connor, one of the fratâs popular members and a guy youâd briefly entertained in the past, slid up beside you, smirking. âDidnât think Iâd see you here,â he teased. âThought you ghosted me for no reason.â
You raised an eyebrow, replying, âI cut you off because youâre an assholeâŚwith a not-so-impressive dick size, I might add.â The party nearby burst into laughter, Connorâs face going red as he tried to stammer a comeback.
Before he could say anything else, Nicholas returned, stepping between you and Connor. âIs there a problem here?â Nicholas asked, his voice calm but firm.
Connor sneered. âOh, so this is the guy youâre fucking now? Figures.â He turned to Nicholas. âBetter watch out. Sheâs just aââ
You cut him off sharply, âIâm a âwhat,â Connor? A whore? Funny, considering you never even got close.â The party erupted with laughter again as Connor glared, defeated, and stormed off.
Nicholas handed you your drink, clearly impressed. âThanks for standing up for me,â you said, touching his arm.
His cheeks turned slightly pink. âAnytime,â he replied, flashing a shy smile.
After a few drinks, you felt the alcohol kicking in, and the music pulled you to the dance floor. Grabbing Nicholas by the hand, you started dancing, pressing your body against him and grinding to the beat. He was shy at first, but he reluctantly wrapped his hands around your waist, his face a mix of excitement and nervousness.
You glanced back at him, laughing. âLoosen up, Nick. Weâre just dancing!â
He chuckled, stammering, âI-I know, I just, wasnât expecting- this.â
But he was smiling, and you could tell he was enjoying every second. You took his hand and slowly guided it over your body, letting him feel the curves along your waist, your hips, and your thighs. Then, you turned to face him, your gaze locking with his as you moved closer. Feeling him rock hard against you, a smirk played on your lips as you pulled his hands up, guiding him to grab your ass firmly. You swayed together to the music, electricity buzzing in every touch.
As someone passed by with drinks, you reached out, grabbed one, and took a sip. The alcohol was strong, sending a rush through you. Without a word, you leaned in and pressed your lips to his, transferring the drink in a slow, heated kiss. He was taken aback but quickly melted into it, swallowing as the taste mingled between you.
âDidnât expect that,â he murmured, his voice low and husky.
You grinned up at him, feeling bold. âStick around; Iâm full of surprises.â
His hand moved back to your waist, drawing you even closer. âIâm counting on it.â He was getting bold too.
He leaned down, his forehead against yours as you both dirty danced to the music blaring over the speakers. It felt like you were the only ones in your own little bubble.
âDo you wanna go back to my dorm?â
His eyes widened, and he stuttered, âY-yes! I mean, sure!â You laughed, grabbing his hand and leading him through the party, the noise fading behind you as you made your way to your side of the campus.
âWhy are we going there?â he asked, curiosity etched on his face.
You glanced back at him with a mischievous grin. âShh, youâll see.â
Once you reached your dorm, you opened the door and gestured for him to sit on the bed. âStay here, Iâll be right back.â
As you stepped into the bathroom, you quickly took off your clothes, leaving yourself in just your lingerie. A flutter of nerves washed over you as you contemplated whether you should really go through with this, he was still one of the frat boys after all. With a deep breath, you stepped back out into the room, and his jaw dropped at the sight of you.
âClose your mouth, Nicholas,â you teased, your heart racing.
âWow, youâre- so- wow. Um, youâre beautiful,â he stammered, his cheeks flushing.
You bit your lip, feeling confident, and stood between his legs. Taking his hands, you guided them across your body, letting him feel the curves beneath your delicate lingerie.
âCan I?â he asked, his voice a mix of eagerness and uncertainty.
You nodded, leaning in to kiss his neck, then tugging at his shirt. âLetâs see whatâs under here,â you murmured, pulling it off to reveal his toned chest. You didnât expect this shy, awkward guy to be a Greek god beneath those clothes.
As he leaned closer, you began making out, feeling the heat build between you. His hands explored your body and the air thickened with anticipation.
You sank to your knees, your hands gliding from his firm chest down his abs. Your lips followed, leaving a trail of soft kisses that made him shiver under your touch. As you reached the waistband of his boxers, you looked up at him, noticing the nervous anticipation in his eyes.
When you gently tugged them down, his face flushed a deep red. He stammered, âY-you really donât have to.â
But as you took him in, you felt a thrill. âShy guys really do surprise you,â you murmured, grinning up at him, which only seemed to make him blush more. He was huge. The biggest youâd ever had, if you were being honest.
As you began, his hands gripped the edge of the bed, and he gasped, âYouâ you're amazing.â His voice grew breathy, and he looked down, struggling to keep himself together.
When he was close, he tried to pull back. âW-wait, Iâm about toââ
You simply held him in place, and his protests dissolved into a moan as you continued sucking and slurping his cum as he released into your mouth. Afterward, he looked down at you in awe. âYou really didnât have to, but wow, youâre amazing.â
You smiled and leaned up, and he pulled you close, pressing a kiss to your lips, surprising both of you with the intensity. He cupped your cheeks, tongue sucking on yours as he hummed, tasting himself in your mouth.
You nudged him back gently, stepping away with a sly smile. Slowly, you began to slip out of your lingerie, giving him a strip tease as he watched, entranced, his breath hitching. His gaze roamed over you, and you could see the effect you had on him, his entire body tensing and his dick hard and leaking as you played with yourself, then finally turned and bent over, offering him a full view.
Pushing him down onto the bed, you grinned at the way he looked up at you. âI want you to- sit on my face,â he said, his voice barely a whisper but full of confidence.
âAre you sure?â you teased, hovering over him.
âSit,â he insisted, guiding you down until you were close enough, and then he pulled you fully down, his mouth on you with a hunger you hadnât expected. His tongue explored with an intensity that left you gasping, his hands gripping your hips as he delved deeper. âJust like that, I wanna taste every part of you,â he murmured between breaths, and the sound of his voice sent you over the edge. You couldnât hold back, your body responding fully, and you leaned into him, gripping his hair as he drew everything out of you and you squirted.
Catching your breath, you looked down at him, amazed. âYou- youâre the first to make me squirt like that,â you said softly.
He smiled, a hint of pride flashing across his face. But then he hesitated. âI, uh- I should probably tell you⌠Iâm a virgin.â
You smiled, taking his hand in yours. âHey, thereâs nothing to be embarrassed about,â you said gently. âItâs actually⌠kind of sweet.â You ran your fingers over his jaw. âDo you want me to help you feel good?â
He looked away, then back up at you, and nodded.
âUse your words, Nicholas,â you teased.
âI want you to take my virginity,â he said, his gaze unwavering.
As you straddled him, you both took in a sharp breath. The connection between you was powerful, both of you feeling it as you moved closer, slowly sinking down until his cock filled you completely. The feeling left you both gripping each other, your breaths mingling as you adjusted, the feeling almost overwhelming but perfect.
âOh my fucking god, youâre so big, stretching me so good,â you gasped.
Nicholas' hands moved to your hips, guiding you as he leaned in, his mouth tracing a warm path to your collarbone before lowering to your hard brown nipples. His lips wrapped around them, sending shivers through your whole body as he took his time, savoring each kiss, each movement. You began to ride him slowly, letting every inch of his dick fill you as you took in the moment, enjoying how he reacted to each shift of your hips, his moans becoming more and more uninhibited.
As the rhythm built, you started moving faster, grinding against him, feeling the heat between you both reaching its peak. âIâm- Iâm so close,â you whispered breathlessly.
âMe too,â he groaned, his voice heavy with need.
âItâs okay, sweetheart, I want you to,â you reassured him, pulling him close. Moments later, he cried out, your name on his lips, his hands gripping you tightly as you both reached that final, perfect high together.
Breathing heavily, you both lay back for a moment, catching your breath. But as you glanced over, you noticed he was still just as eager, his cock hard. You lay down, opening your arms to him with a soft smile, and he shifted to take his place above you. His movements were careful but passionate, each thrust deep and unhurried, as he leaned in close, your legs wrapping around him as you whispered, âTell me how good it feels sweetie.â
âSo good,â he answered between breaths. âYou feel incredible.â
His voice sent a rush of warmth through you, and you pulled him closer, murmuring, âTell me how much you love my pussy.â
âI love it,â he admitted, his eyes locked on yours, his voice sincere, âI love your pussy.â
As you both reached that final peak, everything else faded away, leaving only the closeness between you. When it was over, he collapsed beside you, a soft smile on his face. âThat was amazing,â he said, his voice full of gratitude.
You reached over, your fingers tracing gentle running through his hair. âIâm glad you enjoyed it,â you murmured, and when he looked up, his eyes shy, he quietly asked, âCan you hold me?â
âOf course,â you replied, pulling him close as his head rested on your chest, your fingers running softly through his hair. There, wrapped in each otherâs warmth, you both drifted into a comfortable silence, feeling the connection between you deepen with every moment and he soon fell asleep on your chest. His soft, cute snores filling the room.
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reluctant cupid | lando norris social media au
pairing: lando norris x fem bff!reader
you could set your bestie up with a driver or you could confess your feelings? lando norris is dumb.
based on this request: Could you write something about being best friends with lando and he tries to help set you up with another driver you have a crush on, but then he realises he actually likes you so he has to sabotage all the wingmanning heâs done and you end up together Idk if that makes sense đđŤśđźđŤśđź -@mbappesleftthigh
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yourusername: someone please save me from the grips of hinge and this oh so lonesome life
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user1: girl knows the whole f1 paddock and looks like that and is still alone there is NO HOPE for me
user2: this post might have thrown me over the edge
landonorris: "i'm so lonely" "why don't you approach that guy" "no too scary"
user3: that's so real though
yourusername: thank you!
landonorris: how do you expect to find a boyfriend when you don't like to talk to anyone and treat hinge like a gameshow
yourusername: i didn't come here for actual advice let me commiserate in peace. god, can women have anything these days?
landonorris: ???
yourusername: oh! idea! pretty please set me up with one of your friends? they have to be great otherwise you wouldn't be friends with them, right? RIGHT?
landonorris: i guess...
yourusername: please lando, i've never asked for anything before
landonorris: i can feel you pouting through the phone
yourusername: so you'll consider ?
landonorris: fine...
user4: bro either gotta admit his feelings now or be condemned to be in the plot of a weird romantic comedy
user5: i personally don't think i can wait until the third act break up with this side character LANDO ACT NOW
oscarpiastri: you'd really trust lando's judgement?
yourusername: he's friends with me, he's got good taste?
oscarpiastri: touche
maxverstappen1: whatever you really wanna say oscar, you gotta keep it in, these idiots will figure it out eventually
yourusername: ???
landonorris: ???
user6: the grid are so done with their asses i can't đ
user7: but what if the universe doesn't intervene and lando really has just lost the girl forever?
user8: bestie we can't be thinking like this
landonorris
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landonorris: being back home means being bothered by her (and whatever is her newest hyperfixation - it's sylvanian families this month if you couldn't tell)
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user9: i am so sorry but they are so in love
user10: it's cute in the movies, but these blind bitches are starting to piss me off
yourusername: THEY CAN HEAR YOU, BE A BETTER DAD
landonorris: they're not my children
yourusername: you take that back right now, you LOVE them
landonorris: you spent my money on them yes
yourusername: that's fatherhood, buddy. buckle up
user11: whoever he sets her up (if he's still dumb enough to do that) is gonna be the biggest third wheel in history
user12: who would willingly sign up for that
user13: me. i would. i have two working eyes and have seen y/n
maxverstappen1: who are these funky little critters and how can i procure some for p?
yourusername: finally a man with sense, literally any grocery store or toy store
maxverstappen1: perf
yourusername: if lando stops being mr. grumpy i'll ask him if i can come to a race and p and i can play animal families
landonorris: i am NOT mr. grumpy
maxverstappen1: you kinda are dude. is it the set-up is it stressing you out?
landonorris: nO
yourusername: then why are you putting it off !!! lando i might die from terminal yearning !!!
landonorris: i have an interested candidate
yourusername: really? do you think they'll actually like me? like this isn't a pity date right?
landonorris: nope!
user14: lando is typing through tears as we speak
user15: if y/n does go on a date with someone from the paddock i actually hope it goes well, as one lonely girl to another, it's tough out here we need one win
f1wagupdates
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f1wagupdates: turns out lando is a bit of a cupid as his childhood friend y/n y/ln was spotted out and about with carlos sainz.
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user20: HE ACTUALLY DID IT
user21: that moment when you're so down bad for a girl that you set her up with your best friend
user22: that moment when you're such a wimp you can't admit your feelings and set up the girl you like with a literal GREEK GOD
user23: i am so bamboozled by this move he literally looked like a kicked puppy on his stream bro this is your doing đ
user24: she's a lover girl she's going to get her heart broken :(
user25: this has mess written all over it
user26: she's literally described herself as a terminal yearner i feel like she'll throw herself in and will get hurt
user27: UNLESS! this is all part of the plan? what if lando set her up with a messy guy like carlos so he can be the shoulder to cry on and that's how he slides in?
user28: that's very convoluted, very rom-com but i'll take it if it means we get lando and y/n together in the end
user29: i know this probably won't last long but can we all appreciate how hot this couple is?
user30: lando and y/n runs rings round y/n and carlos
user31: lol lando is a bad friend for setting her up with CARLOS him and charles are THEE red flags
user32: i hope y/n is prepared
user33: also lando hasn't thought it fully out if his plan is to be the shoulder to cry on because he's just opening her up to be called a homie hopper or a paddock bunny
carlossainz55
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carlossainz55: productive weekend with my girl
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user34: well that's not y/n
user35: that finished faster than i expected
user36: lando DO NOT quit your day job
landonorris: call me bro
carlossainz55: si, cabron
user37: i don't think they'll be cabrons after this call
user38: maybe this is all just going to plan?
user39: yall gotta give up this conspiracy theory maybe these people are just as dumb and mean as they seem to be
user40: soooooo... what did we all do this weeekend?
user41: i broke a girl's heart @carlossainz55 twins đŻââď¸
user42: AHHHH???
maxverstappen1: oh that's not-
yourusername: you're so chronically online :(
maxverstappen1: you're alive?
yourusername: yes. coming at you live from the bed i'm currently rotting in
maxverstappen1: not going to say i didn't warn you?
carlossainz55: really? in my own comment section?
yourusername: one second, we're having a conversation here
maxverstappen1: yeah carlos, gosh.
carlossainz55: i'm so confused
user43: okay power move to just start a conversation in his comments?
user44: the power of confusion is simply unmatched
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yourusername: certified boy hater
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user45: a ferrari boy will do that to you
landonorris: feeling hashtag victimised rn
yourusername: obviously doesn't include you girlypop. but you seriously need to reevaluate your judgement
landonorris: carlos is attractive?
yourusername: he ghosted me?
carlossainz55: i am right here
yourusername: blocked.
landonorris: did you actually just block him?
yourusername: yes đ !
landonorris: god this is a nightmare
yourusername: not if you'd take a GOD DAMN HINT
landonorris: WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?
user46: yall this is a public instagram comment section
user47: don't say that, this is their argument in the rain moment
user48: lemme grab the popcorn đż
maxverstappen1: this better not include the real number one girlypop here
yourusername: of course not pookie
oscarpiastri: you gonna continue the lil spat above this?
yourusername: no?
oscarpiastri: well some people (max and i) would like to listen so please continue
yourusername: no, i don't think i will
oscarpiastri: GOD YOU PEOPLE ARE INSUFFERABLE
maxverstappen1: what oscar said
user49: oscar and max are so real
user50: they can't leave us on this cliff hanger
landonorris
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landonorris: some snaps from '23
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user51: have we just been thirst trapped?
user52: i don't think it was intended for us
user53: this has "i am hotter than carlos sainz" written all over it
yourusername: posting tits on main, brave.
landonorris: i came second in singapore.
yourusername: sureeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. modesty, ever heard of it lan?
landonorris: slutshaming isn't cute y/n
yourusername: you kinda have to pull to be a slut lan. you are under qualified for the position
landonorris: if you keep being mean to me i will call your mum or my mum.
yourusername: try it. i see cisca more than you, i have faith in her
landonorris: the line is busy. are you on the phone to MY mum right now?
yourusername: maybe.
user54: we're so close to them getting their heads out of their asses
user55: don't get my hopes up
danielricciardo: i hope this works lol
landonorris: you don't think i'm sexy?
danielricciardo: it doesn't matter what i think
landonorris: i'm not sexy :(
danielricciardo: you're baiting me but yes, you are sexy.
user56: i'll fight anyone who made this man believe he's not beautiful
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user57: I SAW THAT đ¸
user58: someone just lock them in a cupboard at this point
oscarpiastri: noted.
yourusername
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yourusername: yeah, yeah. you can stop yelling at us now.
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user61: LET'S FUCKING GO
user62: it was worth all that yelling. i expect an invite to the wedding now.
user63: wedding? girly they only just realised their feelings after a DECADE
maxverstappen1: it was about fucking time
yourusername: okay miss ma'am. some people are EMOTIONALLY VULNERABLE AND NOT VERY GOOD AT PROCESSING THEM
maxverstappen1: you must've been emotionally constipated because this was painful
yourusername: it was painful for me too
maxverstappen1: so painful that you dated CARLOS
yourusername: one date! ONE!
maxverstappen1: carlos said can you unblock him so he can be mean to me?
yourusername: fine.
carlossainz55: STOP MAKING ME LOOK LIKE A BAD PERSON. YES I AM NOT THE BEST AT RELATIONSHIPS BUT LEAVE ME BE
maxverstappen1: lol
yourusername: lol
user64: unblocking carlos to hit him with the lol max and y/n might be more iconic than lando and y/n
landonorris: not on our relationship announcement post đ¤¨
user65: OOP.
landonorris: i love you doofus
yourusername: i love you too muppet
landonorris: how much was the betting pool for your family?
yourusername: it got to over ÂŁ300
landonorris: ours was ÂŁ750
yourusername: are we dumb?
landonorris: no!
oscarpiastri: two dumbass girls saying 'yass' to each other
yourusername: LEAVE US BE
landonorris: oscar :(
user66: not their own families betting on when they'd get together đ
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landonorris: first win, hopefully not my only one.
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user67: MY BABIES
user68: i feel like i've been on this journey with them
oscarpiastri: thank god you guys got your shit together, i was THIS close to jumping out the nearest window if i had to watch lando mope around like a kicked puppy when y/n had the lil thing with carlos
user69: so it wasn't some grand plan?
oscarpiastri: no he's just dumb enough to actually set up his first love with his best friend
landonorris: OSCAR!
oscarpiastri: am i wrong?
landonorris: no... but! i got there in the end
oscarpiastri: good thing you're faster on track
user70: the grid being just as done with them as us is killing me
maxfewtrell: finally this unnecessarily long and overly convoluted saga has come to and end, lets never do this again!
landonorris: i'm locked in for life bro no worries
yourusername: awwwwwwwwwwwwww i love you too bubs
maxfewtrell: stop being sappy under my comment
yourusername: you just complained we didn't sort out our shit fast enough and now we're too sappy?
landonorris: STICK TO A STORY BOZO
maxfewtrell: now you're even more ride or die... can we go back?
yourusername: nope!
landonorris: nope!
maxverstappen1: i for one am very happy for you both
yourusername: thank you max !!
landonorris: not so fast, he had the biggest bet on us in the paddock
yourusername: get that bag sis
landonorris: ???
yourusername: we can't fight it anymore, let them have their jokes, we actually have each other now :)
landonorris: yes we do :) xx
user71: golly gosh this is so fucking cute
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