#so now i feel bad to even try reaching out again

[hoe4hotchner]

Helloooo, how are you?I want to make a request about Aaron. Where he and the reader are almost dating but he doesn't feel ready, so he rejects the reader, and she understands. Time passes and they have to go to a case somewhere else, and the officer in charge is an ex of the reader. But not a bad ex, but a really good one, they interact and he confesses to her how much he misses her. I leave the ending to your consideration, thank you ❤️, I love your writing

Almost | [A.H]

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader | WC: 0.9k | CW: Hurt (Is that even a genre?), past relationship, rejection, mild heartache?, miscommunication, it could probably qualify as unrequited love during some parts of the story.

When Aaron rejected you, you understood.

He had stood in front of you, his jaw tense, his hands clenched into fists at his sides like he was physically restraining himself from reaching out. The words had come quietly, like he was ashamed to say them.

"I can’t. Not yet."

You had seen the hesitation in his eyes, the conflict flickering beneath the surface. He wanted you, you knew that much. It was the way his gaze lingered when he thought you weren’t paying attention, the way his fingers ghosted over yours when he handed you a file, the way his voice softened when he said your name. But wanting you and being ready for you were two different things. And you understood that. You understood him.

So you had smiled, forcing a lightness into your voice that you didn’t feel. "I understand, Hotch."

His mouth had pressed into a thin line, like he had hated hearing you call him that again. Like it made the distance between you all the more real.

And so you had walked away, ignoring the ache in your chest, pretending it didn’t feel like losing something before you even had the chance to call it yours.

Months had passed since then, months filled with cases and long nights, with stolen glances that neither of you acknowledged, with tension so thick it was suffocating.

And now you were here, miles away from home, standing beside Hotch as you were introduced to the officer in charge of the case you were called onto.

The moment you saw him, you hesitated.

"Y/N," he breathed, his tone was thick with nostalgia.

A slow smile spread across your face before you could stop it. "Matt?"

Matt was the man you had once thought you might spend your life with. A man who had loved you without hesitation, without fear, without walls—even when your job had become more demanding than his, calling you away more than you were home.

Hotch went still beside you.

Matt grinned. "I can’t believe it. You look—" He huffed a soft laugh, shaking his head. "You look incredible."

Warmth filled your chest, a feeling of something familiar and bittersweet bubbling within. "You too."

Hotch hadn’t moved. Hadn’t said a word. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see his fist clenched at his side, his thumb struggling to do that thing he only did when he was trying to focus.

Matt glanced at him, his brow lifting slightly before turning back to you. "We should catch up after this. Get a drink or something."

There was no ulterior motive in his voice, no expectation—just two people reconnecting after years apart.

Hotch walked away.

Hours later, you found yourself outside, the cold night air settling over your skin. The case was far from over, but for now, there was a brief lull, it gave you a moment to breathe—finally.

The sound of footsteps approached from behind you. The tension in the air shifted subtly, and without needing to glance over your shoulder, you knew exactly who it was—his footsteps alone spoke volumes, a rhythm you had come to recognize in your bones years ago.

"Are you going to see him?"

The question wasn’t casual. It was quiet, clipped, barely contained. You exhaled, tilting your head up to the sky, spotting a few stars peeking out from behind the clouds. "I might."

"Do you still love him?" Hotch finally spoke after a long pause

You let out a breath that was almost a laugh, though there was no humor in it. "Aaron, what does it matter?"

"It matters," he said, and this time, his voice was raw, something fraying at the edges. "It matters to me."

You turned then, searching his face. He looked calm on the surface, as he always did, but you could see the tension in his posture, the way his fists curled at his sides for the second time that day, the way his jaw clenched.

"Why?" you asked softly.

His breath hitched, just barely. "Because I—" He stopped, swallowing hard. His gaze dropped, and for the first time, he looked uncertain. "Because I should have never let you walk away."

Your chest tightened, something sharp twisting inside you. "You didn’t let me walk away. You pushed me away."

His eyes shut briefly, as if the words physically hurt him. "I know."

You took a step closer, close enough that you could see the exhaustion in his face, the faint circles beneath his eyes. "Aaron," you murmured. "You told me you weren’t ready."

"I'm still not," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. His gaze locked onto yours, something breaking in the depths of his dark eyes as you stared at each other. "But I can’t stand the thought of losing you to someone else."

The words hung between you, heavy, aching, and too late—they were not enough.

You inhaled slowly, shaking your head. "That’s not fair to me."

His jaw tensed, his hands flexing like he wanted to reach for you—just like that day—but knew he had no right to. "I know that too."

Silence stretched between you, filled with all the words neither of you had said before.

Then, finally, you sighed, your lips curving into something sad, something resigned. "You don’t get to keep me in limbo, Aaron. If you want me, you have to choose me. Otherwise, I have to move on. I can't wait for you to be ready, what if that day never comes?"

His throat bobbed as he swallowed, as if the thought physically pained him. His eyes searched yours, they were desperate and conflicted, understanding your reasons, but not wanting to believe them.

He said nothing.

And you? You didn’t wait for him to.

You turned, walking away before the ache in your chest could consume you. Because this time, it had to be his choice.

And you weren’t going to wait forever.

[unholyhelbig]

I have a whump prompt I found on pintrest: "Baths were used as a form of torture against reader. They were forced to sit in icy water for hours on end or they were repeatedly held under until they blacked out. When they get rescued, and then are given a bath, they freak out and try to stay away from the water."

Title: Brackish

Ship: Female!Reader x Natasha Romanov/Romanoff

Word Count: 3280

Warnings: Mentions of torture, mentions of mind control, ice baths, abuse, starvation, drowning, panic attacks, imprisonment, vomiting, blackouts, Canon-typical violence, horrible grammar. I stuck with the request, please respect your triggers!!!

Summary: Agent Romanoff is sent into an interrogation room to break the only prisoner they pull from a Hydra compound, but things don't go exactly as planned.

[A/n: God damn, I haven't written about Romanoff in so long, it truly does feel so good to write about her again and it seems like Tumblr is seriously lacking in fics lately! I miss my bby girl!]

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Natasha Romanoff’s eyes were something cold and calculated that reminded you too much of the cell that the unnamed agency had pulled you from twenty-four hours before. They’d seated her across from you in the darkened room, the cold metal chair digging into your spine uncomfortably, but comparatively comfortable compared to the floor you’d slept on for an indiscernible amount of time.

She regarded you with discontent, an icy type of green that you were sure would give way to a critical glare in a matter of moments. Still, you didn’t waver. Something she wasn’t used to. They’d sent her in after the overly-muscled-man with a soft blue stare and another one with a goatee from the early 2000’s and an attitude that matched.

You hadn’t broken for either of them. It was the classic good cop, annoying cop routine. Natasha Romanoff was clearly the bad cop. They hadn’t pulled her at first and you knew it was because of where they had pulled you from. A facility that was filled with nothing but bad cops. Worse than bad cops. Cops that had dissected you, pulled out all of your organs and stitched you back up incorrectly just for the hell of it.

“Do you speak?”

Natahsa’s own voice was raspy from disuse. She’d given up on the silent game now that it had been over an hour. Her manicured fingers had fallen onto the metal table and left rings of warmth on the surface. You watched as the disappeared.

She reached across the length of the table, movements assured. You tracked her with your stare but still flinched when she placed her warm fingers under her chin and lifted it, eyebrows furrowing. “There’s a scar over your larynx. Did they cut deep enough?”

You leveled her with a glare of your own and wrenched away from her touch. Yes, you could talk. They’d spared your vocal chords. You just didn’t want to speak with her. With any of them, for that matter. They’d taken you from one cage and thrown you right into another. Even if this one had heating and a plush bed it was a cage all the same.

A huff left you, instead. You crossed your arms over your chest and sat back in your seat, lifting a sculpted eyebrow. If you looked hard enough you swore that there was the slightest curve of a smile on Natasha’s lips. You wondered if they were interrogating the others that they pulled from the wreckage of the Hydra base, or if they only had eyes on you. If she only had eyes on you.

“Family, then?” She tapped her fingers impatiently. “Anyone we can notify?”

You tilted your head to the side, keeping your expression neutral. Though the subject matter was a sore spot, something raw like sunburn after a long day at the beach, it was something that your brain had forced itself to forget for your own good. Her tactics were useless.

Truthfully, you could feel exhaustion tugging at the back of your eyes. It would be easy to give up now, to slump forward and lay your head on the cool exterior of the table. Would it be so bad to give up to an agency such as this one?

When muscle-man was in here earlier, you could smell the sweetness of coffee on his breath. It was laced with hazelnut, and it was oh so different than the sour stench of alcohol that often joined the spit that coated your face when Hydra agents swished saliva around their mouths and flung the viscus at you.

Goatee was well groomed and slicked his hair back with a beautifully scented hair gel that carried an evergreen odor. It was the closest you had gotten to the outdoors in decades. You had nearly folded then, for the simple fact that you wanted to close your eyes and imagine what it would feel like to brush the tips of your fingers against the sappy needles.

Agent Romanoff flicked her gaze past your unmoving form to the reflective glass behind you. A two-way mirror, you knew. They’d been watching you for ticks this entire time, some indication that you would break and then shatter so they could pick you back up in your moment of need. They were talking to her through an earpiece that was miniscule enough that you couldn’t see it. Impressive.

“Okay,” She leaned back in her own chair, defensive demeanor seeming to soften in the slightest. Her jaw unclenched and her eyebrows unfurrow. There was a beauty to her that was unassuming even in the blaring lights above. This time her voice was lower. “Alright. Well, if you’re going to be stubborn, we might as well clean you up, get some food in you. We can’t have you rotting away in an interrogation room, can we?”

No- you supposed they couldn’t. Hydra would do the exact opposite. They’d haul you into a cell that was soaked with the scent of urine and cold and desolate and scattered with the blood of others. Already, this was an improvement.

You wouldn’t let them know that. You wouldn’t let Agent Romanoff know that.

There were cuffs around your wrists, bound tightly, but not uncomfortably. The metal was heavy, and your arms hung at your front. You allowed yourself to be hauled to your feet with dizzying deftness. Unsteady, nauseous. Natasha smelled nice and clean, and her body was warm just from its proximity to you. Base instincts told you to flinch away. Baser instincts told you to crash into her. You fought both valiantly and allowed her to lead you into a plain looking hallway.

Neither of you spoke and you were thankful for Agent Romanoff letting you set the pace. It was hard to walk. Whitehall would bark out orders and you were often hauled to your feet, dragged with a quickness that would give you no choice but to fight until layers of tissue ripped from your fingers as you fought. And fight you did. Teeth and nails until everything was raw and bloodied.

Now that you were alone, mostly alone, away from the prying eyes of the men behind the two-way glass, you relaxed your shoulders and felt the breath in your lungs leave with a little less tension. Unlabeled rooms were on either sides of the corridor, yellowed light spilling from select ones, your stare tracing the golden color.

Eventually, Natasha stopped at one that looked like all the others. She used a keycard on her belt until a magnetic click sounded. When she pushed it open it reveled something of a hotel room. Windowless, but cozy: a queen-sized bed, a television with a screensaver of a beach with flowing water, a desk and a closet, a bathroom that was larger than the cell Hydra had kept you in for an indefinite amount of time.

 It was a hell of a prison, but the door locking with a mechanical click reminded you that it was a prison all the same, your gaze hardening against the outline of the entrance at the noise. Agent Romanoff watched you carefully. Tenderly. It squeezed at your chest.

“I’m going to take these off now.”

Natasha edged her fingers against the cuffs, pressing the right combinations that released them. Instinctively, you rubbed your hands against the raw skin. They weren’t too tight. Just phantoms of the metal and the freedom that you were craving.  She tossed them on the bed with little regard.

You tracked her as she walked into the bathroom, flicked on the lights. “I’m sure you want some privacy right now. I’ll stay in the room but you have to crack the door. Standard precautions and all that. I’m sure you understand. We can’t leave you alone just yet.”

Natasha turned to you, green eyes still filled with a tepid worry. “Bathtub is just through there, already run. Towels and a fresh set of clothes are set out.”

Your fingers tightened around your stomach with fervor. It was an involuntary motion. The fabric that was stained and crusted in your own blood and sweat crinkled under the motion. It would be noticeable to a blind man and it was certainly noticeable to a trained agent. You must have paled. Must have shown some form of trembling panic. Your façade had cracked in the slightest form that piqued Natasha’s interest.

“I can sit with you, if you’d like.” Natasha sounded out.

No, no, no. That would make it worse. She could easily put her hands on your shoulders and dunk you under the water. The second you let your guard down, nothing was stopping her from holding you against the basin until you lost consciousness.

“Bathtub,” The whimper left you. The first word that you’d said since being taken from the Hydra compound. More of a whispered plea than anything. Your nails were digging so heavy into your ribs that they were drawing blood, such a small pinprick.

“Can’t”

Another punctuated word. Your throat was closing. It felt like it was closing, skin cold. They would use bags upon bags of ice in a metal tub. Whitehall claimed the practice taught patience. That sitting until your lips were blue and your skin was numb kept you vigilant. Unfeeling. Trained well and good.

When you did something against his diligent conditioning, he’d shove you under. Wait until the shock of cold made you black out, steal the air from your lungs and make you choke on the icy cold before pulling you back up and forcing you to sit in your own trembling mess for hours on end, just to start the process all over again. Hours morphing into days.

“Bathtub”

You were clawing at your throat now, trying to force air into it, like your nails would slash into the soft skin of your throat and allow the breath to flow freely. You were cold everywhere, nearly numb in the extremities. The stinging had moved from your sides to your collarbone. You were scratching at yourself. Had to make sure you were real, not submerged. Not drowning.

Agent Romanoff, at some point, had moved closer to you. That clean scent pulled into your lungs frantically. You were breathing, you knew logically that you were. Her warm hands gripped yours and pulled them away from your chest as she pressed your back to the coolness of the wall.

“Hey… Easy, easy”

Your arms were crossed over your chest, Natasha applying pressure to the center of the ‘x’ she had formed naturally. She pressed her whole body close to yours. Warmth. Security. The exact opposite of the ice bath that Whitehall would constantly dunk you into.

Tears streaked down your face, small cries escaping you as you let your head drop back against the wall. Natasha held you steady. Her eyes search your expression. She applies just the right amount of weight to you to help you breathe. You sniff hard. Swallow harder.

Soon it’s just the sound of your breath mingling with hers, of the air pumping into the room through the vent in the corner. You’re thankful that the room is fortified for sound. Much unlike the cells at the Hydra compound. Suddenly, and not for the first time today, you’re thankful for a lot of differences between the place you’d been pulled from the and place you’d been pushed into.

“Don’t suppose you have a room with a shower,” You huffed out.

Agent Romanoff scoffed, let her head fall just above your shoulder with a thump. “Yeah. I think I can figure something out.”

‘Figuring something out’ to Natasha meant taking you from the generic room on the basement level of the Avengers tower and moving you without consequence up to what you assumed was her floor. Something of a penthouse that overlooked the city.

A blanket of stars that rivaled the real nighttime sky. It was dizzying to you. You didn’t want to linger on the gesture for too long. She was being kind and had brought you down from a panic attack with the swiftness of a trained hero. You were sure that they made her take a course in that.

It was decorated smartly and smelled of vanilla. The elevator opened directly into her living area, large and stretching and chrome in a way that was not too garish. Agent Romanoff did not seem guarded about allowing you into her home. This was her home.

She removed her earpiece and set it on the table by the elevator as if it were car keys and not her lifeline to the man with the goatee and the muscle-man. There was an ease to her shoulders that showed she trusted you. Or at the very least, that she could take you.

You followed her like a lost puppy, taking stock of the modern art on the walls as she led you to a bathroom. The primary objective. This time, there was no bathtub, an obvious relief. Just a frosted shower that was as elegant as the rest of the residence.

“I can sit with you.” She offered again, this time, less cautious.

“Please.”

It wasn’t so much as begging as a simple answer to her simple question. Natasha was a gentleman and sat down on the closed lid of the toilet, making a show of clamping her hand over her eyes and crossing her legs at the knee. You scoffed and stripped and closed yourself into the shower before turning on the water, flinching under the cold spray for just a moment.

There was relief there, in the growing warmth of the water and the way the dirt and blood and grime washed down the drain. Your muscles trembled under the heat as they began to loosen. You breathed. You clenched your eyes shut, letting the drops of water fall from the curve of your nose. It felt safe to close your eyes with Agent Romanoff right outside the glass plating.

Her shampoo smelled like her. Clean. Comforting. Soon the water ran clear, and you accepted the clothes that she gave you with gratitude unmatched. Still guarded but less-so. There was a pinkness on Agent Romanoff’s cheeks, as you dressed in a labored silence that you easily attributed to the thick steam the two of you breathed in. It crept silently past the hand that hid her eyes from the world.

Instead of leading you back down to the cell, to the room, she’d taken you to her kitchen. Told you to sit down. Now that you had a change of clothes, a t-shirt that was soft as if it’d been worn a million times before, and a pair of gray sweatpants that you had to cuff at the ankles, you felt better. Well enough not to curl into yourself as much. Less of a stranger in your own body but still a passenger waiting for instructions that Natasha was happy to provide.

“I don’t have much. It’s pretty late, so if you’re willing to forgive microwave pizza, so am I.” She turned from the fridge and you gave her the smallest bit of a nod that she found endearing. “Perfect. I’m afraid I’m no chef.”

You watched her curiously as she loaded up the plate with cold slices of New York style pizza. Even now, the scent hit you and made your mouth water. It was simple, probably a few days old and certainly not as good as it would have been fresh, but your stomach clenched in want all the same.

At the Hydra compound, it had been the same thing when they decided to grant you food. A slathering of white rice and tasteless gravy. Sometimes a chunk of stale white bread to soak up the soupy gruel if you were lucky. You often weren’t but by the time they’d slide the frothy tray through the bottom of the latch in the darkness you were too starved to care.

The first time you’d eaten too quickly to digest it properly and promptly vomited it back up. Whitehall was not pleased. He’d dug his boot into the tenderness of your ribs as a punishment for being ungrateful for what he’d provided you. You weren’t permitted food again for another three days after that.

Natasha slid the plate in front of you now, watched as you shrunk in front of her, lifted your eyes to her own as if waiting for permission to touch the food. Her eyebrows knit together. She attempted to lighten the mood “Lactose intolerant?”  

“No,” You whispered with a laugh, “No, I don’t know. I… why are you doing this?”

The chair creaked as she sat back, a baffled expression on her face. “It’s my job.”

“There’s more than that. You could have left me downstairs to fight off that panic attack on my own, but you didn’t. You walked me through it and then brought me into your own space and let me shower and gave me your own clothes and your own food. I don’t… that’s not part of the job descriptions, I don’t think. I don’t deserve any of it.”

“And who told you that?” Natasha huffed out a breath, lifted her chin towards the plate. “Eat. I know you’re starved.”

She hadn’t answered your question. Not really. But an order was what you needed right now and it was enough to get you to give in to the hunger clawing at the base of your stomach. After the first bite- the first time you had flavor in god knows how long, you gave in and started taking larger portions. The desire for something human swallowed you whole, and happy hums of satisfaction brought a small smile to Agent Romanoff’s face.

Natasha ate slower than you did. With the poise of someone who had once been starved, but had pushed through that haze. When you’d both finished, she moved the plates to the sink, turned to you and rested her palms against the edges of the counter with a question on tip of her tongue.

“I don’t feel comfortable sending you back down there. I have a guest room, more than one, actually. I know that you’ve been through a lot. Too much for any one person to go through in a lifetime. Logically, it’s not safe to have you in my home. I know that and you know that.”

She paused, as if she were waiting for you to object. But you didn’t. She was right. Agent Romanoff was trained. There was good reason to have you locked up downstairs and you were perfectly fit to move back to that room. The idea of the bathtub being just behind a door made your spine stiffen, but it was manageable. It had to be manageable.

You swallowed the dryness in your throat at the thought. Something that the agent again noticed in the quietness of her own home.

“You are the only one we pulled from that compound who was not there willingly, but I assume you know that.” She hugged herself, something subtle. Something grounding. “If you are to stay here… with me. I’d like to know what to call you.”

You squeezed your fingers into the palms of your hands, letting the pressure soothe you for a moment, and then released the hold. A weighted warmth falling heavy on your shoulders, almost as if Agent Romanoff’s body was still pressed against yours like it had been downstairs to quell the anxieties that bubbled up.

“I don’t know,” You shook your head, a small pout forming against your lips. “I don’t think I’m supposed to remember.”  

[badhee]

( 𝟐:𝟎𝟗 𝐚𝐦 ) ⋅˚₊ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

pairing: bf!heeseung x gf!reader, established relationship genre/tags: fluff + smut, marking, somnophilia, slight dubcon, fingering, piv, unprotected sex, breeding kink, use of word daddy (once), despite the warnings this is actually very soft and sweet imo <3 words: 1.6k

[ note. ] — this won the poll (yayyy!!), i wrote this all in a few hrs so if there’s any mistakes i missed srry haha. also tagging @heebear ❀

The moon looks extra beautiful tonight. Streaks of pale light bleeds into the sheer, ivory curtains— it’s soft, milky glow cascading over your shared bedroom. It was mostly quiet, aside from the whirring hum of the ceiling fan and faintly audible breaths from his left side as Heeseung temporarily rose from the tangled sheets.

It’s already past 2 am, sighing out in annoyance when he checks the time that’s flashed on his phone screen. He couldn’t bring himself to fall asleep no matter how hard he tried, only growing more frustrated as he’s been attempting to do so for the past hour.. Eyes greeting the wall with nothing but empty blank stares, sleep was deemed impossible to obtain by now and as many times he closed his eyes they still wouldn’t remain permanently shut.

He rolls over in defeat once again, facing to the left of him was the most precious and angelic little being he’s ever seen— casting his view over to his sleeping beauty of a girlfriend who’s peacefully dozing off into dreamland. Oh how he’s always been so envious of your ability to fall asleep in an instant.. you were the sleepiest girl that could easily try and catch a nap just about anywhere, and oddly enough, he always found that quality of yours to be quite endearing.

Heeseung could simply stare at you all day with no complaints, he couldn’t help but admire the way you looked in any state you were in, even whilst in your deep slumber. In his eyes, you were the true embodiment of perfection. Looking adorable as ever with your hair splayed all over the pillow, clutching onto your favorite teddy bear that you always went to bed with.

You’re pretty. So fucking pretty.

Though he was unable to physically fall asleep, he surely was mentally exhausted. His brain still a bit foggy, dreading when it’s time to get up in the morning for work when he’s so badly craving a part 2 of the 3-hour fuck sesh you both had the night before. A trail of faint markings were embedded into his chest, some that were barely noticeable on his neck and several scratches left on his back from the aftermath; recollections of your pretty moans echoing throughout the room made his cock stir, getting uncontrollably horny all over again. Too bad you had to be asleep..

It’s like the universe is punishing him, taunting him for some unknown reason. Not only can’t he fall asleep, but now he’s plagued with all kinds of other thoughts and it’s only fueling his insatiable desire for you. The more he thinks about it, the more sexually frustrated he’ll become. He could easily take care of this ‘problem’ of his by doing it himself, right? Sure.. but it won’t be nearly the same. He needs to touch you, feel every inch of you, have you under him with your face all smushed in the pillows as he fucks his cock deeper into you.. or he could simply eat you out until you begged for him stop like he did last time. Either way, all he wants is you.

He gets closer, reaching over to brush some strands of hair out of your face, smiling to himself when you snuggled up into his hand— still sound asleep. Your lips smack together a little, body shifting underneath the covers, completely oblivious of what’s going on. Heeseung slowly lifts up the comforter, revealing your pretty figure, the thin, slip dress you wore leaving little to the imagination. It’s silky fabric riding up as you tossed and turned during the night, completely exposing your lower body. He bit his lip at the sight behold him, wanting nothing more in this moment is to grab your thighs and have them spread open for him. He’d do many ungodly things to you if you were awake right now..

As his hand shifts underneath the hem of your nightgown to caress your thighs, he tries convincing himself that this was as far as he’ll take it. But as more delicate kisses are planted to your shoulder, slowly working his way up to your neck, how you’re lying there so pliantly for him, it only makes him want to do more, see how far he can take this before you actually do wake up. He’s gotten a bit overtly comfortable now as he traveled to your upper body, leaving no surface of you untouched. He’s fondling one of your breasts with his free hand, the pad of his thumb softly grazing over your nipple. You don’t make any sudden movements, still blissfully unaware of what’s happening.

He nuzzles his face into the crook of your shoulder, stifling a groan when he grinds his clothed dick against your ass. He’s back to holding your waist, but that didn’t last very long before he gets distracted by something else. Eventually, he found his fingers inching closer to your core, circling your clit over the thin lining of your panties. He hissed at the feeling of how wet you are, even while you’re asleep your body subconsciously adheres to him, as if it knows who it belongs to. He slid the extra layer of fabric to the side, gathering more of your arousal before he plunges one of his fingers inside, watching as it disappears in and out of your dripping cunt. The sounds of your wetness only making him more painfully hard, he’s rutting up against you like a dog in heat and he’s fucking shameless about it at this point. All he wants is to bury his cock between those soft, pretty thighs of yours..

It’s only a matter of time until he finally caves in.. and it wasn’t long before he found himself rubbing his cock along your folds and caught his tip in your entrance, sliding in with ease from how soaking wet you are. He grips you tightly but not enough to leave any major bruising, he’s still gentle with you, keeping your hips flush against his as fully bottoms out, too deep in concentration to focus on anything else. He barely even notices when your eyes slowly flutter awake, a gasp slipping from your breath when feeling the unexpected intrusion, your warm walls pulse around him, adjusting to the stretch. You let out a small noise that might’ve been a moan, a word, or his name, whatever it was— it was the least bit coherent. You were still drowsy and disoriented, but once the initial shock wore off you found yourself relaxing into him again; bathing in his warmth and letting his desires roam free. Heeseung kept groping your tits as he fucks you from behind, lightly twisting your nipple to make you even more delirious for him. You simply could do nothing but lye there and take it, fighting the urge to fall back asleep and the overwhelming pleasure that he’s giving you.

“Baby..” you whisper softly, lazily grinding against him to match his movement, your sleepy voice sounding much cuter, and lot more innocent than the actions he’s performing.

“Yeah?” He spoke in a husky tone, never letting up on his ministrations, his hips snap back and forth, this time with a little more force— but remains gentle with his words. “Is this okay?”

He might’ve been a little late with that question.. but nonetheless, you still appreciate the sentiment of it. You simply respond to him with a hum of compliance, feeling in a state of euphoria as you arch into his touch, feeding off of all the soft praises he’d whisper in your ear. You’d do anything for Heeseung, not because he was just your boyfriend, but because it’s him— you trust him more than anything in this world. There were no limits when it comes to your love.

“Cum inside, please.” You desperately whine, your cunt clenching around his thick cock when he repeatedly thrusts in your sweet spot. You felt so needy for him. You always did. Even as you’re getting dicked down by him right now you still call out to him— begging for more.

Heeseung could feel himself nearing the edge, and your pleas for him to cum inside was only making his high approach faster.. he sighs, “Wan’ me to give you a baby? Make you a mommy?” It might’ve been a question but he already knew the answer, he didn’t need to hear a response.

“Yes, please..” you manage to say as tiny whimpers and moans fall from your lips, attempting to catch your ragged breaths. You don’t care about the consequences that come with your decision, you’ll bear those repercussions later. For now though, all you want is for him to milk every last drop of his cum inside you.

“It’s okay baby, just let go..” he talks to you with the sweetest, honey laced voice, coaxing you through your orgasm, “I got you… daddy’s got you.”

Your mouth flew permanently open, in a cloud-like haze as your own orgasm washes over you, all while at the same time having your insides plastered with thick, white ropes of cum. Your whole body is shaking but you’re brought a source of comfort when several fleeting kisses saturate your back, leading them up to your neck once more to litter faint love bites. You’re left feeling more exhausted than you were before, cuddling with your boyfriend who seems to also be just as worn out as you. Before drifting back to sleep, you hear a soft-spoken exchange, almost undetectable when he mumbles the words against your skin; but you could still make out exactly what was said.

“I love you.”

[insidekatmind]

Touchy~Jobe Bellingham

Wearning: +18,smut

Request: yes!

You’re lying on the couch at home, trying to focus on a movie, but Jobe has other ideas. Sitting next to you, his arm has already wrapped around your waist, his fingers tracing slow circles on your exposed skin.

“Are you really watching?” he murmurs against your ear, his voice low and amused.

You sigh, trying to ignore the shiver that runs down your spine. “Yes, Jobe, I am watching.”

But he doesn’t seem convinced. He kisses your shoulder softly, then moves up to your neck, leaving a trail of heat along your skin. His hands slide to your waist, pulling you even closer.

“I don’t think so,” he whispers, his breath hot against your skin.

You try to protest, to tell him that you really wanted to watch the movie, but his lips close on yours before you can finish your sentence. And at that point, the movie is the last thing on your mind.

And there you were, naked with your legs spread open on Jobe's shoulders while he ate you like a starving man. His fingers were gripping tightly at your thighs, your skin red and marked with his touch. His mouth and tongue worked their magic, drawing moan after moan from your mouth.

You could feel his tongue tracing and sucking your clit and you could feel your fourth orgasm approaching. "Jobe please stop, it's too much" you said moaning from too much overstimulation.

“Come on baby, it's the last one” Jobe whispered with his mouth close to your pussy sucking and licking it harder making you moan.

You whimpered as you felt his tongue on your pussy and you felt yourself coming. "Jobe" you moaned.

He looked up, grinning smugly from between your legs. "Told you it was the last one." he said, slowly drawing back. He moved up, pressing a chaste kiss on your forehead. "Now, that wasn't so bad, was it?"

You smile lazily as you feel your legs shaking. Jobe looks down at you, his eyes dark and filled with satisfaction. He shifts, moving himself to lie beside you and pulling you into his arms. "You look exhausted," he murmurs, his hand running lightly over your back.

You nod and seek comfort in his embrace. He wraps his arms around you, holding you to his chest and resting his chin on top of your head. You can hear his heartbeat, steady and slow, under your ear.

He starts tracing light patterns on your skin with the tips of his fingers. "Feeling good?" he asks, his voice soft.

You nodded in satisfaction and relaxed into his chest. His touch was light and soothing, his hands tracing over your back and down your arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

He nuzzled his face into your hair, inhaling your scent. "You're so beautiful, you know that?" he murmured, his breath hot against your ear.

You look at him sweetly and smile. Jobe smiles back at you, his eyes sparkling with affection. He reaches up, gently brushing a strand of hair away from your face. "I could stay like this forever," he whispers, his fingers tracing the contour of your cheek.

He leans in, capturing your lips in a soft, lazy kiss. The hand on your cheek slides to the back of your neck, tilting your head back, giving him better access to your mouth. You feel his tongue brush against yours, and a jolt of heat shoots through you.

The kiss deepens, growing more passionate, more urgent. His arms tighten around you, pulling you closer, until you can feel the heat radiating off his body. His mouth moves from your lips to your jawline, down your neck, leaving a trail of fire on your skin.

You let out a soft moan, your fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. All the exhaustion from before has vanished, replaced by an almost desperate need for his touch.Jobe opens your legs again and you moan exhausted but he gives you a little smile. "Come on baby" he murmurs licking your pussy again.

“But… Jobe…” you protest weakly, your whole body is oversensitive “I can’t… It’s too much…”

“You can darling” he says softly caressing your thighs.

His touch was soft and gentle, but there was an undertone of firmness to it, a command that you couldn’t refuse. Despite your protest, your body responds to him obediently, your thighs parting slightly.

He looked at you, his gaze dark and intense. "That's a good girl," he murmured, his thumbs lightly stroking your inner thighs. You feel a thrill run through you, his words sending a shiver down your spine.

You’re lying on the couch at home, trying to focus on a movie, but Jobe has other ideas. Sitting next to you, his arm has already wrapped around your waist, his fingers tracing slow circles on your exposed skin.

“Are you really watching?” he murmurs against your ear, his voice low and amused.

You sigh, trying to ignore the shiver that runs down your spine. “Yes, Jobe, I am watching.”

But he doesn’t seem convinced. He kisses your shoulder softly, then moves up to your neck, leaving a trail of heat along your skin. His hands slide to your waist, pulling you even closer.

“I don’t think so,” he whispers, his breath hot against your skin.

You try to protest, to tell him that you really wanted to watch the movie, but his lips close on yours before you can finish your sentence. And at that point, the movie is the last thing on your mind.

And there you were, naked with your legs spread open on Jobe's shoulders while he ate you like a starving man. His fingers were gripping tightly at your thighs, your skin red and marked with his touch. His mouth and tongue worked their magic, drawing moan after moan from your mouth.

You could feel his tongue tracing and sucking your clit and you could feel your fourth orgasm approaching. "Jobe please stop, it's too much" you said moaning from too much overstimulation.

“Come on baby, it's the last one” Jobe whispered with his mouth close to your pussy sucking and licking it harder making you moan.

You whimpered as you felt his tongue on your pussy and you felt yourself coming. "Jobe" you moaned.

He looked up, grinning smugly from between your legs. "Told you it was the last one." he said, slowly drawing back. He moved up, pressing a chaste kiss on your forehead. "Now, that wasn't so bad, was it?"

You smile lazily as you feel your legs shaking. Jobe looks down at you, his eyes dark and filled with satisfaction. He shifts, moving himself to lie beside you and pulling you into his arms. "You look exhausted," he murmurs, his hand running lightly over your back.

You nod and seek comfort in his embrace. He wraps his arms around you, holding you to his chest and resting his chin on top of your head. You can hear his heartbeat, steady and slow, under your ear.

He starts tracing light patterns on your skin with the tips of his fingers. "Feeling good?" he asks, his voice soft.

You nodded in satisfaction and relaxed into his chest. His touch was light and soothing, his hands tracing over your back and down your arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

He nuzzled his face into your hair, inhaling your scent. "You're so beautiful, you know that?" he murmured, his breath hot against your ear.

You look at him sweetly and smile. Jobe smiles back at you, his eyes sparkling with affection. He reaches up, gently brushing a strand of hair away from your face. "I could stay like this forever," he whispers, his fingers tracing the contour of your cheek.

He leans in, capturing your lips in a soft, lazy kiss. The hand on your cheek slides to the back of your neck, tilting your head back, giving him better access to your mouth. You feel his tongue brush against yours, and a jolt of heat shoots through you.

The kiss deepens, growing more passionate, more urgent. His arms tighten around you, pulling you closer, until you can feel the heat radiating off his body. His mouth moves from your lips to your jawline, down your neck, leaving a trail of fire on your skin.

You let out a soft moan, your fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. All the exhaustion from before has vanished, replaced by an almost desperate need for his touch.Jobe opens your legs again and you moan exhausted but he gives you a little smile. "Come on baby" he murmurs licking your pussy again.

“But… Jobe…” you protest weakly, your whole body is oversensitive “I can’t… It’s too much…”

“You can darling” he says softly caressing your thighs.

His touch was soft and gentle, but there was an undertone of firmness to it, a command that you couldn’t refuse. Despite your protest, your body responds to him obediently, your thighs parting slightly.

He looked at you, his gaze dark and intense. "That's a good girl," he murmured, his thumbs lightly stroking your inner thighs. You feel a thrill run through you, his words sending a shiver down your spine.

You moan softly and pull his hair, you had a long evening ahead of you.

[revelboo]

Oh dearest revel may I request the next part to the samurai code? I have had a strong fixation with drift lately and it’s 100% healthy I promise

-✨💜💫

Sure!

The Samurai Code Pt 5

Drift x Reader

• Leaning against Drift’s servos as he carries you, you’re aware that you’re slowly tilting until your cheek is on your arm. Exhaustion tugging at you, trying to pull you under. “Not much further,” Drift says and you look up at him, eyelids drooping. But if you fall asleep, there’s no telling how long you’ll be out. Can’t sleep no matter how badly you want to. You don’t hurt when you’re sleeping. “Brainstorm will be able to help.” Feel one of his servos slide down your spine, his tone sure, but you can’t tell if he really believes it. And it’s not fair that he got saddled with you, feeling guiltier about it every day. Hate being a burden to him and you know you are even if he’s too kind to say it.

• You offer him a little smile, reaching up to press your fingers against your temple. And he’s aware of the fact that your skin is chilled again as he holds you. That he hadn’t been able to coax you into drinking water or eating for him. That you’re much thinner now than when you’d blipped into existence. Hates it. Watching you fading right in front of his optics and being unable to help you. Failing you. The last time Ratchet had scanned you, the medic hadn’t had to say anything. Had just vented and set the scanner aside, face grim. His friend resigned to an inevitability he can’t stop fighting against. Knows Ratchet hates this, too. Having a patient he can’t help.

• Eyes opening with a groan at the soft sound of a door opening, you tiredly look around at the space he’s carried you into. Brainstorm’s lab? And Drift is striding toward a bot bent over working on something, the mech’s yellow optics lifting and you spot movement on a counter. “Over here,” the other mech says. Lifting your fingers in a weak little wave at the other human, you force a smile. Know there are other humans on the ship, but they’re kept away from you. Like whatever’s wrong with you might be catching. Turning to retrieve a scanner kind of like the one Ratchet uses on you, Brainstorm runs it over you while you’re still in Drift’s hands.

• “Well?” He asks as the scientist stares at the reading on whatever it is he’s done to that scanner. ‘Something went wrong when they came over,’ Brainstorm mutters, adjusting something and then scanning you again to make you squint as the light plays over you. ‘Most of the humans bounce back pretty quickly, but yours isn’t quite all here.’ What? Frowning as Brainstorm fiddles with his scanner before pointing at you with it. ‘Look, they’re not quite anchored here in this moment and place. It’s killing them.’ Reminding himself that skewering the scientist won’t help you, he vents softly and smiles. “But you can help.”

• “Nope,” Brainstorm laughs, tapping the scanner against his palm before holding it up when Drift makes a noise you’ve never heard from him before. Snarling almost to make the fine hair at your nape prickle. “But you can. Give your little human an anchor.” An anchor? Eyes tiredly closing, that bit about you dying isn’t any surprise. You’d realized it already even if Drift and Ratchet won’t admit it. Saw it in the pitying looks they give you. Hear Brainstorm say something about a spark bond as you start to drift again. So tired. Feeling so bad for Drift trying so hard for you, fighting for you. Unable to just let you go.

Previous

[0omillo0]

LeeKnow x Anxious! Reader (angst -> comfort)

warnings: mention of throwing up, panic attacks

synopsis: after a long day, Minho comes home exhausted and unintentionally pushes you away during a panic attack, leaving you heartbroken.

⋆˙⟡ — 1,115 words

You had always found comfort in Minho’s arms. No matter how bad your panic attacks got, he was always there, whispering soft reassurances, holding you until you felt safe again. But tonight was different.

Minho had come home late from practice, exhaustion written all over his face. He barely said anything before collapsing onto the bed, his arm lazily draped over you. Within minutes, his slow, steady breathing told you he was already asleep. You didn’t blame him—he worked so hard every day, and he deserved to rest.

But at 4 a.m., your anxiety has prevailed over your sleep. Your world came crashing down.

A nightmare. Vivid and suffocating. You woke up gasping, chest tight, lungs burning. Your hands trembled as you clawed at the sheets, trying to breathe, but the air felt too thick. The panic wrapped around you like a noose.

You barely made it to the bathroom before you threw up.

The sound must have woken Minho, because soon you heard heavy footsteps approaching. Relief washed over you—he would hold you, whisper to you that everything was okay, just like he always did. But instead, his voice was sharp, laced with irritation.

“Y/N… seriously? Again?” He sighed heavily, rubbing his face. “Can you just… come back when you calm down? I’m so tired. I’m done with this right now.”

His words hit harder than a punch to the gut.

Tears blurred your vision as you gripped the edge of the sink, willing yourself not to sob. You nodded, even though he had already turned back to bed, muttering something under his breath.

You felt like you were drowning, and the one person who always pulled you out had just let you go.

You were so scared this would happen. Everyone getting tired of you.

Your hands trembled as you grabbed your phone and sent a quick text to Felix, you knew he would be awake, he always plays videogames late at night.

[4:12 AM] You: r u awake? I need to get out of here.. please

A few seconds later, your phone vibrated.

[4:12 AM] Lix🩵: Door’s open. Come over.

You didn’t hesitate. You grabbed your coat, slipped on your shoes, and left silently.

Felix welcomed you with open arms. The second you stepped inside his apartment, you broke down, body wracking with silent sobs.

“Shh, I got you,” he murmured, holding you tightly.

Seungmin, who shared the apartment with Felix, peeked out from his room, concern evident on his face.

“What happened?” he asked, voice softer than usual.

You wiped at your tears, but they kept coming. “He—he told me to come back when I calm down. He said he was done with me.”

Felix stiffened, then guided you to the couch. “You can stay here as long as you need, okay?”

Seungmin handed you a glass of water, sitting beside you. “You don’t deserve that,” he said simply. “We both care about you, remember that you’re not alone in this.”

The weight of their support made your chest ache, but for the first time tonight, you could breathe again.

Minho woke up to an empty bed.

At first, he reached out instinctively, expecting to feel your warmth. But the sheets were cold. His heart pounded as he sat up, scanning the room.

“Y/N?” he called, but the apartment was silent.

Panic surged through him as he grabbed his phone. Before he could even call you, he saw the messages from Felix.

[5:30 AM] Felix: She’s safe, but she needs space. She’s heartbroken, Minho.

[5:31 AM] Felix: Do better.

Minho felt like the air had been knocked out of him.

He had messed up. Badly.

Guilt settled deep in his bones as he threw on his clothes and rushed to practice, hoping to clear his mind. But he could barely focus. Every movement felt sluggish, his body weighed down by regret.

At one point, he sat on the floor, running his hands through his hair.

“I screwed up,” he admitted.

Chan sat beside him, brows furrowed. “What happened?”

Minho sighed. “She had a panic attack. I was exhausted and told her to come back when she calmed down. She left. Felix texted me this morning saying she’s heartbroken.”

Jisung winced. “Oof. Yeah, that’s bad.”

“I didn’t mean it,” Minho whispered. “I was just so tired. But that’s not an excuse, is it?”

Chan shook his head. “No, it’s not. But you can fix it.”

Minho inhaled deeply. “I have to.”

That night, Minho tried everything to make it better. He know how much you loved his dishes so he prepared a candlelit dinner, soft music playing in the background, a cozy atmosphere. It was his way of saying I’m sorry before he even spoke the words.

He waited anxiously, checking his phone every few minutes. Then, finally, the door opened.

You stepped inside hesitantly, your eyes puffy from crying, even at work. The moment you saw the setup, your breath hitched.

Minho was in front of you in an instant, his hands hovering near your arms, unsure if you’d let him touch you.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, voice raw. “I didn’t mean what I said. I was exhausted, but that doesn’t justify how I treated you. You don’t deserve that. You deserve someone who will always be there, no matter what. And I failed you. You did nothing wrong, I’m so sorry.”

Tears welled up in your eyes as you choked out, “You really hurt me, Minho.”

His own eyes watered as he nodded. “I know. And I hate myself for it. But I promise, I will never do that again. Please… give me another chance.”

You didn’t say anything. You just threw yourself into his arms, sobbing into his chest.

He held you tightly, stroking your hair, whispering endless apologies.

After a while, he pulled back slightly, cupping your face. “Let’s eat, okay? You need to take care of yourself.”

You nodded, wiping your tears.

Dinner was quiet but comforting. Every few minutes, Minho reached across the table to hold your hand, as if grounding himself to you.

Later, as you both lay on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, he held you close, his fingers tracing soothing circles on your back.

“I love you,” he murmured against your hair.

You sighed, finally feeling safe again.

“I love you too, Minho.”

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[letstalkaboutfandomsbaby]

"I told you it wasn't gonna fit, babe..."

"It'll fit," he insists, rubbing your clit as he lines up his cock with your entrance once more. "You just gotta relax."

"We've been trying for an hour and you can't even get the head in."

He shushes you, licking over his lip as his eyes focus on your cunt.

"Just lemme try one more time."

You huff and lie back down, letting him continue. He spreads your pussy lips open, pressing his cock against your entrance.

"If it hurts, we're done."

"I know, I know..."

He chews his lip, massaging your clit again, feeling your entrance pucker around the head of his cock. He breathes deep several times before he pushes forward, wincing but then relaxing when the head of his cock pops inside your cunt.

"Fuck! Babe, it hurts, pull out!"

"Just give it a sec," he mumbles, rubbing your clit in tight circles, trying to coax you to relax around him. You're impossibly tight, constraining him so much that he's not sure if he could even pull out if he tried.

After a minute, you relax against the bed, panting. He inhales, trying to push forward, but there's no give. The head is as far as he can go.

"I told you it wasn't gonna fit," you huff, rubbing your face tiredly.

"This is a start," he replies, sucking in a breath. "Let's just go with this for now."

"Do you even want to? Would just the head feel good to you?"

"Anything with you feels good." He pushes your knees apart once again, spreading you wide for him. "I can get off with this."

"Okay... but if it still hurts—"

"We'll stop. Just give me a chance to make you feel good with my cock."

His words make you shiver in delight, your cunt twitching. He pulls out just the slightest bit before pushing the head back in, still not able to move further forward.

His thumb grazes your clit before pressing roughly, collecting your slick and using it as lube to touch you properly. It feels good, really good in fact, so good that you wish he could fuck you hard like you fantasized about.

You buck your hips up and he gasps at the sensation.

"Do that again."

So you do. You buck your hips so that the head of his cock bumps your g-spot, making you keen. He keeps playing with your clit, his free hand moving over your thigh, stroking it lovingly.

It isn't ideal, but it's getting you off, making you whine and gasp. You bunch your hands in the sheets, twisting them as you keep bouncing your hips to and from the bed. The mattress creaks from your effort, but the noise only spurs you on.

"Feels good, baby," you moan. "Feels so good."

"Yeah? You like my cock that much?"

"Yeah, I love it."

"Fuck, and that's just the head, baby. Imagine when you can finally take the whole thing."

You moan, planting your feet to gain more control of your hip thrusts. You move faster, desperate, chasing your high as it gets closer and closer.

"Gonna cum, I'm gonna cum baby."

"Yeah? Gonna cum for me? Gonna cum on my cock?"

"Mm-hm! Gonna cum on your fat cock."

He moans, tossing his head back in pleasure, flicking your clit faster.

"Yeah, yeah, gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!"

You reach your peak, mouth falling open as you cum around the head of his cock. He groans low, eyes hazy as he looks down at where you're connected.

"Oh my god," he moans. "She's trying to suck me in. She wants me so bad, baby, she wants me to fuck her so bad."

His hips twitch and suddenly he's moving, fucking you through your orgasm with just the tip of his cock. He thrusts once, twice, a dozen times before his eyes squeeze shut and he cums inside you, painting your insides white.

You're both panting, trying to catch your breath. He pulls out, moaning when he sees his cum leak out of you. You're about to speak when he gets down on his elbows in front of you.

"Lemme clean up my pretty girl," he says before licking up his cum with his tongue.

[inseobts]

Green Rival

zoro x fem!reader + yonji x fem!reader

you all meet sanji's brothers again after wci and that's how your boyfriend zoro finds out you have another green haired suitor

words count: 3.2k

tags: sanji's annoying brothers, jealousy, romance, soft

masterlist || ko-fi

The day had started so well. The sea was calm, the weather was nice, and for once, nobody was trying to kill you.

But of course, peace never lasts when you’re with the Strawhats.

“Land ahead!” Luffy shouts from the crow’s nest.

Everyone gathers on deck, watching as a small island comes into view. Nami, ever the responsible one, is already squinting at her map.

“This island wasn’t on the log pose…” she mutters.

Sanji, who had been flipping a pan of eggs in the kitchen just moments ago, suddenly freezes mid-step. His cigarette nearly falls out of his mouth.

“Oi, what’s wrong with you weirdo?” Zoro asks, raising an eyebrow at Sanji’s weird reaction.

Sanji, looking like he just saw a ghost, grits his teeth “I have a very bad feeling about this...”

The moment you all step onto the island, it becomes very clear why.

Standing in the middle of a clearing, looking just as shocked as you all feel, are none other than Judge and the Vinsmoke brothers, aka Ichiji, Niji, and Yonji.

The silence is actually painful.

“…Well. This is awkward...” Nami says, breaking the tense atmosphere.

Judge just glares at Sanji like the disappointing science experiment gone wrong he thinks his son is. Sanji’s face twists in anger, and you’re already bracing for a fight...

... at least until Yonji (the green one btw) suddenly grins and rushes toward you.

“Y/N!!!!!”

Oh no.

Yonji practically sparkles as he walks up, chest puffed out like he’s the main event “It’s been way too long, gorgeous”

You resist the urge to groan. You knew this would happen. You knew the second he saw you, he’d start this nonsense again.

Zoro, however, was not expecting this at all.

“…What the...?”

Before you can even react, Yonji swoops down, takes your hand and kisses it, and then he winks “I never forgot about you, you know.”

Zoro’s eye twitches. Twice.

Franky watches with interest “Whoa. What’s happening?”

Chopper blinks “That guy is still flirting?”

Brook chuckles “Oh my, how bold!”

Nami, looking far too entertained, smirks at you “I forgot about this little detail from Whole Cake Island. The green one had a thing for you, huh?”

Zoro is still frozen. Processing. Trying to understand why this is a thing that exists in HIS world.

You, on the other hand, yank your hand back before Yonji can do something stupid... again “Yonji. No.”

Yonji gasps dramatically, clutching his chest “You wound me, y/n! After all the time we spent together in Whole Cake Island...”

“You mean the time you spent getting punched in the face?” Sanji interrupts, rubbing his temples like this is giving him an actual migraine.

Yonji waves him off “That's how we flirt...” He turns back to you, flashing what he clearly thinks is a charming smile “But I see you’ve still got that spark! You know, you don’t have to stay with your boyfriend... what was even his name? Or did you break up with him to be with me finally???”

Zoro finally snaps out of it “EXCUSE ME?!”

“Oh, so YOU are the competition...” Yonji muses, looking Zoro up and down with a disgusted face “Huh. I gotta say, y/n, you’ve got an interesting taste. He’s got the whole ‘grumpy ronin’ thing going on. You into that??”

Luffy perks up “Oh yeah, she’s totally into that...”

Nami grins “Yup, definitely her type.”

Chopper nods enthusiastically “Yeah, she likes grumpy, swordy guys.”

Brook laughs “Ahh, young love~”

Zoro, who had been slowly turning redder throughout this conversation, finally explodes “SHUT THE HELL UP, ALL OF YOU!!”

Yonji smirks “Touchy, huh? You sure he treats you right, y/n? Maybe you should consider a man who can actually handle you.”

Zoro immediately reaches for his swords “That’s it. I’m killing him. Now.”

You physically have to grab Zoro’s arm to stop him from committing actual murder “Zoro, breathe... Breathe.”

Yonji just smirks wider “See? He’s too hot-headed for you. A real man stays cool and confident. Just like me.”

Sanji, who has been suffering through this entire thing, finally loses it “OH FOR GOD’S SAKE, YONJI! Y/N WOULD RATHER DIE THAN GO ANYWHERE WITH OR NEAR YOU!”

Yonji sighs, placing a hand over his heart “You guys are so mean to me.”

Luffy laughs “This guy is kinda funny!”

Sanji lights up a new cigarette “Do not encourage him.”

Zoro glares at Luffy “Which side are you on?”

Brook hums “Although… now that I look at you two…”

You blink “What?”

Brook tilts his head “Yonji and Zoro… they do look kind of similar, don’t they?”

Everyone pauses.

You turn to look at Yonji. Then back at Zoro.

Oh my god.

The green hair. The sharp features. The stupidly stubborn expressions.

You gasp “Oh my god.”

Zoro frowns “What?”

You grin “Zoro… he... he kinda looks like you...”

Zoro’s eye twitches “NO HE DOESN’T.”

Usopp laughs and then he turns to the rest of the crew, so that everyone except for you, sanji and zoro could hear “He actually looks as if Zoro and Sanji had a son”

Everyone starts laughing, trying to hide from you and you look at them confused before Yonji steps in “Huh. Now that you all mention it… I am kinda like a better-looking version of him, aren’t I?”

Zoro draws his swords immediately.

“I WILL END YOU.”

The crew absolutely loses it. Luffy is on the floor wheezing, Nami is wiping tears from her eyes, and Sanji, for the first time in his life, actually agrees with Zoro about murdering someone.

You, meanwhile, just smirk and pat Zoro’s arm “Don’t worry. You’re the only green-haired idiot for me.”

Zoro grumbles, but you can see the tips of his ears turning pink “…Good.”

Yonji just sighs dramatically “Ah, well. Guess I’ll have to try again next time.”

Before anyone can react, he casually leans against a tree, arms crossed “Anyway, what brings you all here? Came to visit me?”

Zoro glares “Like hell we would.”

Yonji smirks “Deny it all you want, y/n clearly missed me.”

You see the change in Zoro’s demeanor almost immediately. His grip on his swords tightens. His brows furrow deeper, and you can practically hear the low growl in his throat. There’s something almost dangerous in the way he’s glaring at Yonji now.

Zoro, no longer content to just grumble, takes a step toward you, his eyes still locked on Yonji “You seriously don’t find this guy annoying?”

You blink, surprised by the sudden shift in his tone towords you “What? Yonji?”

Zoro’s eye twitches “Yeah, Yonji. That guy. You know, the one who can’t seem to keep his hands to himself—”

“Oh, come on, Zoro! I’m not interested in him” you interject, but it’s too late. Zoro’s already fuming. He crosses his arms, looking like he might set something on fire if his glare gets any more intense.

You sigh, giving him an exasperated look “I literally just told you, he’s annoying, okay? Does that make you happy?”

He doesn’t answer right away, just glares some more, while Yonji seems to be enjoying the show. You can’t help but notice how Zoro’s getting even more upset by the second. It’s like watching a kettle about to boil over.

“You don't have to say things you don't think just to make me happy and I swear, if I see him wink at you one more time…” Zoro mutters to himself, barely holding it together.

Nami, who’s been snickering in the background, calls out “Zoro, calm down! We’ve got bigger things to deal with than this drama.”

Luffy, ever the troublemaker, raises an eyebrow and says “Yeah, Zoro, you’re acting all jealous!”

Zoro shoots them both a deadly glare, making them immediately stop. But you can tell they all are having way too much fun with this.

You’re starting to feel like you might actually be caught in the middle of some absurd love triangle, and that’s definitely not what you signed up for today.

“Okay, enough with the staring contest,” you say, rolling your eyes, “Zoro, stop. You're acting like an idiot.”

Zoro huffs, still refusing to look at you “I’m not the idiot here and I'm not jealous,” he says through clenched teeth “I just don’t like the guy.”

“Sure, sure, Zoro,” you tease, walking up to him and nudging him with your shoulder “You really don’t like him, huh?”

Zoro shifts uncomfortably, clearly still not ready to admit anything. His eye twitches as he stares out into the distance, and you can see the muscles in his jaw working overtime today “Yeah. I really don’t like him, so what? Don't treat me like a kid...”

You smile softly at him “Don't pay him this much attention, he's just trying his best but it's useless anyway. And I have to admit, your jealousy is a bit cute” you say trying to make him relax about the situation, but this actually worsen everything but you realise it only later.

In fact, Zoro’s posture stiffens, and his fists ball at his sides. He finally turns his head, his gaze sharp and cold as he looks at you. For a moment, the tension between you both is thick enough to cut with a sword.

And then, without any warning, he growls “If you like him so much, why don’t you go with him then?”

You stare at Zoro in disbelief. The words hit you harder than you expected, and your heart does a little lurch in your chest. Your eyes narrow as you cross your arms, trying to keep your cool “What did you just say?”

Zoro shifts uncomfortably, clearly not ready for the words to come out like that, but his pride won’t let him backtrack. He looks away, then mutters “I said if you like him so much, go with him, then.”

Your mouth falls open, the shock of his words giving way to a flush of anger “Excuse me?” You take a step toward him, shaking your head in disbelief “What the hell is that supposed to mean? You really think I want to go off with him??”

Zoro stays silent, a vein popping in his temple as he looks anywhere but at you. His posture is stiff, like he’s forcing himself not to turn and walk away.

You continue, voice rising with frustration “You’re really THIS MUCH jealous of Yonji? Really?”

Zoro’s eye twitches “Stop saying that... I already said it, I’m not jealous” he says flatly, but you can see his hands balling into fists at his sides.

"Yeah? So I’m the problem, huh?" You take another step forward, chest puffed with frustration.

Before Zoro can retort, a voice interrupts, smooth, smooth as ever.

“You know, y/n,” Yonji says, stepping forward with a dramatic flourish “if you need someone who understands you, I’m here. I always was.”

You let out an exasperated groan, rolling your eyes so hard you nearly hurt yourself "Oh my god, Yonji, please stop now. I told you—"

Before you can even finish, Yonji is already presenting you with a ridiculous bouquet of flowers, smirking “You’ve always had such exquisite taste. I’m sure these would look beautiful on you.”

Zoro’s eye twitches again, his patience hanging by a thread “Are you seriously still doing this, you idiot? Can't you read the room?”

But Yonji doesn’t seem to care. He’s too busy smirking at you, eyes glinting as he presents the flowers like they’re the most precious thing in the world “You’re much too beautiful to settle for someone who can’t even get his words right to you” Yonji says smoothly, his voice dripping with faux sincerity.

This does not help.

You feel your patience starting to snap "Oh my God, Yonji!" you exclaim, throwing your hands up in the air “Seriously? Stop trying to give me flowers in the middle of this!” You take a deep breath and turn back to Zoro, who still looks like a bundle of rage and frustration.

He’s glaring at Yonji now, his jaw clenched and his body coiled like a spring, ready to snap. The silence that hangs between you all is thick with tension.

“I just want the best for you darling, and that's me, I'm clearly the best option”

And then, just like this the tension breaks.

Zoro suddenly yells, his voice booming with pure fury “I’LL KILL YOU, YOU DAMNED PEST!!”

The entire crew jumps in shock. You quickly turn to Zoro, trying to calm him down before the situation gets any worse “Zoro, please, calm down—”

But Zoro is already stalking toward Yonji, his swords drawn, every inch of him radiating the kind of anger you’re well acquainted with. You’re not sure whether to laugh or cry, but you definitely don’t want him making this worse.

“Zoro, stop!” you shout, rushing toward him and grabbing his arm before he can do anything rash "You’re acting like an idiot! Just let it go, please!”

For a moment, Zoro just stands there, muscles tense under your grip, his breathing ragged. His glare stays locked on Yonji, but he’s clearly fighting himself, trying to hold back.

Yonji, who’s been far too entertained by this entire scene, steps back with an exaggerated sigh “Ah, you two. Such passion,” he says, still holding out the bouquet like it’s a peace offering “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re both jealous. What’s the matter? Not enough room for two men in y/n’s life?”

Zoro’s eye twitches again. You, meanwhile, feel a headache coming on “Yonji, this is not helping!”

And that’s when it happens.

Zoro glances at you, eyes still sharp, but now there’s a hint of... something else? His voice drops low, almost like he’s growling under his breath “I don’t like anyone who gets in the way of what’s mine...” he says, and you freeze.

Wait, what did he just say?

Before you can process, Zoro turns around with a grumble “Whatever. I don’t have time to argue with you. We’re wasting time.”

You can’t help but laugh at his stubbornness. It’s adorable in its own way, and you finally decide to make it stop once and for all.

You take a step forward, pulling Zoro gently by the arm to face you. He looks down at you, eyes still a little tense, and you put your hands on his chest “Zoro,” you say with a soft smile “You're the only one I care about, okay?”

He freezes for a moment, as if trying to process your words. His expression softens, just a bit.

“You’re mine, huh?” you tease with a playful grin, mimicking his voice.

Zoro’s face goes a little pink, but he quickly brushes it off with a muttered, “Shut up.”

You laugh softly, finally stepping into his space, wrapping your arms around his waist “You’re such a dork,” you say affectionately, resting your head against his chest “But you’re my dork.”

He sighs, but this time, it’s not out of irritation. He relaxes, his arms wrapping around you “Yeah, yeah… don’t go getting all soft on me now.”

You pull back just a little, eyes gleaming with mischief “I could get really soft on you, you know.”

Zoro raises an eyebrow, then smirks “Not in front of everyone.”

At that, you both glance over at the rest of the crew, who are all staring at you two, wide-eyed, waiting for the next dramatic turn.

“You guys are all so immature” you groan, making Zoro chuckle as you try to hide burying your face into his chest.

“Well, someone had to tell that weirdo green Sanji who’s the boss” Zoro mutters, a soft smirk still on his face.

You laugh softly, finally feeling the calm after the storm of jealousy pass between the two of you. At least for now, anyway.

“And just for the record,” you add, “I’m not breaking up with you anytime soon, no matter how annoying Yonji gets.”

Zoro grumbles, but you catch the small, satisfied smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he pulls you closer, ignoring the rest of the crew's teasing.

“Good” he says, settling into you.

The tension finally starts to dissipate. Yonji, seeing that his attempts at flirting have officially failed, grumbles to himself and starts wandering off “Whatever. You guys are no fun.” He gives one last exaggerated sigh, throwing his hands up, and disappears into the woods. Where the rest of his family left minutes ago without saying a word.

Franky, trying to lighten the mood, claps Zoro on the back, nearly knocking him off balance “Damn, Zoro, you’re really serious about her, huh?”

Zoro barely acknowledges him, still standing rigid, his arms crossed tightly. The rest of the crew, including Sanji, are chuckling or whispering among themselves, all far too entertained by the scene that just unfolded.

You take a deep breath, rubbing your forehead in exasperation “I swear, you guys are all impossible…”

Luffy grins, completely oblivious to the tension, and waves at you both “Alright! Let’s go, guys! We’re leaving! On to the next adventure!”

Nami and Chopper follow Luffy, not bothering to look back, still snickering. Brook gives a little laugh as he walks past, his bony fingers strumming a tune on his invisible guitar.

Sanji, still puffing on a cigarette, shoots you both a knowing glance before he follows after the rest of the crew “Don’t think I like you now just because I hate my brother more” he says with a wink.

Zoro grumbles something under his breath, but you can tell he’s starting to cool off. He turns his back to you and walks a few steps toward the ship, but then pauses.

You watch him for a moment, the way his broad shoulders relax as the weight of the situation begins to lift. When he’s not looking, you smile to yourself and quietly walk up behind him.

Without thinking too much about it, you quickly step forward, your heart racing a little. Before Zoro can turn around, you give him a quick kiss.

Zoro freezes, his body stiffening for a moment, and you quickly pull back, your heart pounding in your chest. For just a second, there’s a silence. The world seems to stop moving, and you hold your breath, wondering if you’ve done something ridiculous.

Zoro slowly turns his head, his face flushed, and he looks at you in surprise. But then he just grins, his usual smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Is that your way of saying you’re not mad at me anymore?” he asks, his voice gruff but softer than before.

You laugh softly, not sure if you’re nervous or happy or both “Maybe,” you say, shrugging “But don’t let it get to your head. You’re still a pain in the ass.”

Zoro’s grin widens “I’ll take that as a win.”

With that, he turns back toward the ship, walking a bit slower now, as if he’s giving you a chance to catch up. You follow behind, a contented smile on your face, and you know that despite everything, all it's going to be okay.

And as you board the ship, side by side, you can’t help but feel a little lighter. Maybe this is how things were always meant to be.

[cryinggirlnamedhelen]

thank you so much to @rybunnie @rybunbun for the info/inspo for this and so many other posts!!! i owe u so much🥹

you knew that nagi seishiro loved you.

he clung to you, he played video games with you, he binged watch anime with you, he slept most nights holding you close to his chest, and he looked at you as if you were the most precious, extravagant treasure, as if you were irreplaceable and that he could never love another nearly as much. even if he didn’t express it through his words, his actions told you all that you needed to know.

you also knew that nagi seishiro was the bane of your existence.

skipping dates because he was too lazy to go, thinking that not replying to your texts was okay because it was a hassle, skipping dates because of soccer practice (in which he just scores 50 goals and falls asleep), being completely unaware of anyone else who had romantic interests in him and trying to steal him away from you, often flat-out ignoring you in favor of playing video games, insensitive words that he thinks are alright to say.

you’re sitting on the chipped and white wooden bench at the park, four fingers drumming on your thigh impatiently before you finally sighed, pressing the bright green “call” button once more. and once more, a robotic female voice replied. “the number you have called is currently unavailable. please send a voicemail.”

finally, you got up, hands in your pockets and grumbling profanities under your breath. angrily, you began typing on your phone, nagi’s contact photo clear as day.

you: ik that u didn’t have soccer practice today because reo said so

you: where the fuck r u???

another date, skipped for video games. probably a date that was completely forgotten about again. you were tired of this; this was the what, third time already these past two weeks? and you guys never even went on dates that often either. you groaned, walking back to your crappy little school dorm that was a whole damn building away from nagi’s.

when you were at school the next day, you ignored nagi’s overwhelming presence in the classroom. you ignored him following you around like a lost puppy. you ignored him trying to talk to you. you ignored his nudging and poking. you ignored his constant quiet apologies.

after school ended, you immediately walked back to your dorm swiftly, not turning back to see nagi almost chasing after you through the crowded halls. your eyes widened a fraction when you realized how quickly nagi was walking; he would usually find walking too fast a hassle. but just before he could catch up to you, you reached your dorm and slammed the door, leaving him outside.

“‘m sorry.” nagi muttered. “please let me in. it’s gonna rain soon, and i miss you.”

“go back to your own dorm. or go to reo’s bigass company-house-penthouse-apartment thing.” you replied hastily. “go away. you’re annoying.”

you could almost feel nagi’s pout through the door, and for a moment, you almost felt tempted to let him in. but he didn’t show up to your date last night and left you freezing on the park bench, so this is well deserved.

a few minutes later, a rainstorm thudded through the city, the clouds gray and dull. as you stared outside, you wondered if nagi had made it to his dorm safely. no, he probably had. he played soccer after all; he was fast. but your thoughts came to a halt when a loud knock came on the door.

“can you let me in? it’s really wet out here.”

you nearly sprinted to open the door, and there stood nagi, his hair and clothes wet, holding an all too familiar plastic bag. inside, you could vaguely see your favorite snacks and foods from the nearby convenience store. “sei? what the hell are you doing out here?” he stepped in, dropping the plastic bag on your counter.

“missed you, and i felt bad.” his puppy dog eyes made your own soften, and you even felt a little bad yourself. “i’ll try not to do it again. i told reo to text me whenever i have a date with you now, and i’ll try to remember more often now.”

your eyes softened, and despite how soaked his clothes were, you embraced him. “at least you’re trying.” nagi lazily draped his arms around you.

“i thought you thought that i was annoying.” nagi mumbled.

“i did. but then again, i remembered that your my boyfriend and i love you, and that my love for you cancels out my annoyance at your stupidity.”

nagi laughed before he looked down at you, and despite the rain and clouds outside, his eyes turned into glittering gems underneath the sunlight when he looked at the love of his life.

a/n: did you catch the kim possible reference???

[yunh0hotteok]

Hello and welcome! First post coming in HOT for ya’ll today.

warnings: unprotected sex , toys, double penetration, fingering, rough sex, yunho and Mingi cumming inside, y/n cried a bit, i think that’s all! 🩵

Front Door Surprise

As the lights of the concert venue faded, Yunho and Mingi made their way to their car, exhausted but exhilarated from the high-energy performance from Atiny. They had been touring non-stop for months on end. All they could think about was getting home to y/n, who has been patiently waiting for them…. with an eye widening surprise

-At the condo-

Y/n- *sigh* “It’s been so long since I’ve seen Yunho and Mingi. I really hope they like their welcome home gift I’m preparing them.. and that gift is gonna be me.. I wonder what they’ll do. It’s embarrassing just thinking about it..”

-A few hours later-

As Yunho and Mingi are on the road, driving for hours in the night, Yunho started to feel a familiar sensation in his pants… He had been thinking about y/n all night, and the thrill of the concert had only added to his arousal. He tried to shift in his seat, adjusting his position to relieve some of the pressure, but it only seemed to make things worse.. Mingi has had y/n on his mind all day, during the concert and now only being minutes away from home.. Mingi wants y/n.

Finally- after the rush filled car ride- Yunho and Mingi arrive to their condo.

All they have on their minds are y/n.

Desire.

Ecstasy.

Hunger.

They want y/n.

Bad.

As Yunho and Mingi walked through the door, they were met with a sight that made their jaws drop in unison. Y/n was lying on the floor, their legs spread wide apart, with two vibrators inserted into their body - one in their vagina and one in their anus. Y/n was planning to take them both. Tonight.

Yunho's eyes widened in shock, and he felt a sudden surge of arousal at the sight before him. He had never seen y/n like this before - so open, so vulnerable, and so incredibly turned on… he could feel his pants get even tighter. Mingi, on the other hand, looked like he had been punched in the gut - his eyes were fixed on their girlfriend's body, his face pale with desire. They had one thing on their mind. It was y/n.

Without saying a word, y/n looks them both in the eyes while caressing every inch of their body. Slowly releasing moans every time the vibrators are hitting their g-spot. Rocking their hips back and forth to hit the same spot over and over again, y/n moans out their names… slowly reaching a climax but before y/n could.. Mingi and Yunho walk over, not breaking eye contact, kneel down and hover over y/n. Yunho whispers “don’t cum yet princess, the nights only begun, we dont want your gift for us to go to waste.”

Mingis hands are roaming their body, touching every inch, to make sure this wasn’t a dream. He whispered “We’re going to make you scream our names.”

As Yunho and Mingi continued to touch y/n body with kisses and touches, it became very clear to all three of them that this would be a very long, long night.

Minutes go by and all three are mesmerized by each other. Until suddenly Mingi gets up and says “I want you to stay on all fours and crawl over to us. Dont even dare take out those vibrators. Keep them in.”

Y/n was too stunned to speak except they could only mutter a “yes, sir”.

Yunho looked at Mingi and both smirked. Both walked over to the bedroom, sitting on the bed, they called y/n over. “Come” they said in unison.

Y/n was so aroused that the command was making their holes tighten up. Y/n had to hold them in while crawling.. “this is gonna be tougher than I thought”. Slowly moving to all fours, y/n began to move one step at a time.

The sight of y/n on all fours, mingi couldn't help but feel a surge of desire as he watched y/n try to not cum while trying to make their way to them. Y/n was trying so hard not to let out the vibrators. The sensations were so strong. With each hand and knee movement, the vibrators would move inside causing an electrical sensation down their spine, filling their eyes with lust.

Both Mingi and Yunho had waited long enough.

As Mingi and Yunho stood before y/n, they began to undress themselves, their eyes never averting. Y/n watched with anticipation as they shed their clothes off one by one, revealing their toned bodies.

Mingi was the first to finish undressing, his cock springing free as he stepped out of his pants. Yunho followed suit, his own cock hard and ready as he joined Mingi beside y/n.

Y/n eyes were fixed on the two beautiful men before them, heart racing with excitement. They knew what was coming next, and they absolutely couldn't wait.

As y/n reached them, Yunho dropped to his knees beside them, his hands reaching out to caress y/n naked skin. His touch was gentle at first, but it quickly became more intense, his fingers tracing paths across their entire body that left them gasping.

Mingi then joined in, his hands roaming over them as well.

Together, they explored every inch of y/n. Their touches being provocative and teasing.. They pinched and nibbled at their skin, leaving marks that would linger long after the night was over.. y/n was completely at their mercy. Yunho and Mingi exchanged a look, smirked a devilish grin and at the same time grabbed a vibrator in each of their hands.

Mingi started to move the vibrator in y/n pussy in a slow but sensual rhythm. He pulled it out almost completely just breaching the entrance before thrusting it back inside, repeating this motion over and over again. Y/n moaned loudly at this sensation, their body responding eagerly to the stimulation.

Yunho did the same with the vibrator in her anus. He moved it in tandem with Mingi's movements in her pussy, creating a dual sensation that drove y/n wild with unimaginable pleasure.

Finally, what seemed to have felt like an eternity, all three of them knew it was time to feel each other’s bodies as one. One by one, Yunho and Mingi slowly pulled out the cum drenched vibrators. Y/n felt every movement they made down to their core.

Mingi was so eager. So excited. So… turned on. Mingi picked up y/n in his arms. Gently laying y/n down on the bed.. Yunho and Mingi seeing the most beautiful and sensual view. Being completely exposed, y/n tried to cover themselves. “Do not try to cover yourself up now princess, show us your holes before we fuck you hard” grunted Mingi.

Y/n saw the desire and anticipation in their eyes.. y/n couldn’t resist.

Y/n took their hands and slowly made their way down to their dripping wet holes… first starting by parting their labia. Mingi and Yunho gasped as they saw the inside of their vagina, the delicate tissues glistening with moisture. Mingi reached out a hand and gently touched their vulva, his fingers tracing the outline of their labia. Y/n shivered at his touch, but they didn't pull away.

Yunho leaned in closer, his eyes fixed on their anus. "Show us your other hole," he whimpered.

Y/n shivered at Yunho’s words.. but obeyed the command. lifting each leg and holding them back with their hands, Yunho and Mingi were both so engaged with the view before them.

Yunho leaned in closer.. his mouth inches from their anus. He took a deep breath, inhaling the sweet scent of their arousal.

And then, without ANY warning, Mingi plunged his finger into y/n’s vagina. They gasped as he filled them up, his fingers moving in and out of them with a slow rhythm.

Yunho followed suit, plunging his finger into y/n anus. Y/n cried out as he filled them up from behind, both men moving at the same time as they prepared to take it to next level

As Yunho and Mingi slowly withdrew their fingers from y/n holes, they couldn't help but gaze at them with adoration. Their body was flushed, skin glistening with a thin layer of sweat. Mingi and Yunho exchanged a glance, and without needing to say a word, they began to caress more of y/n body. Mingi’s hands danced across y/n nipples while Yunho’s hands slowly went up and down from their navel to breasts. Yunho and Mingi continued to caress them, their hands moving in slow motion as they explored every inch of their skin. Mingi's hands wandered down to y/n thighs, his fingers brushing against the sensitive skin of their inner legs. Yunho followed suit, his hands gliding down to join Mingi's. Together, their hands reached y/n thighs, their fingers intertwining as they worked out any remaining tension from earlier.

Mingi and Yunho have been awaited long enough. They want y/n. Now. Together.

Yunho swiftly lifted y/n onto his lap. Y/n could feel how hard and stiff he was to the point of feeling every pulse in his cock. Yunho muttered to y/n “I’m claiming this ass mine”. Y/n leaned their head back, let him have a deep and passionate kiss, intertwining tongues, and whispered “fuck me, please”. Yunho grabbed y/n waist. Without hesitation yunho said “you’re gonna regret saying that” and rammed his cock inside, sending them into sweet, sweet ecstasy. Y/n couldn’t say anything but let out a high pitched moan while Yunho grunted in excitement. Y/n could feel Mingi’s eyes glued to them, not breaking eye contact. Y/n could see Mingi’s dick twitching. They wanted more. Y/n wanted another cock inside them. With no hesitation, y/n, shyly opened her glistening wet pussy open, dripping wet with cum and lube, said to Mingi, “Don’t make me wait any longer, I can take it”. Mingi slowly began to position himself at the entrance of their pussy, his penis twitching with anticipation. He gently rubbed the head of his penis against their labia, coating himself in their juices. Y/n let out a soft moan as she felt Mingi tease their entrance. Yunho watched intently as Mingi slowly began to push himself inside y/n pussy. They all let out a loud moan. As Mingi’s dick entered y/n’s dripping pussy, the tightness was unbelievable. Mingi's eyes were fixed on y/n’s face as he slowly thrust in and out of her pussy. He could see the dripping pleasure etched on their face, and he knew that they were enjoying every moment of it. As he moved, he couldn't help but think about how tight their pussy was.

"Y/n’s pussy is so tight," Mingi whispered to Yunho. "It's like it's gripping me, squeezing me dry." Yunho grunted and smiled in response to Mingi, he thrusted more intensely into y/n’s tight ass, y/n let out moan after moan from being taken by their boyfriends. Mingi, coming in closer to y/n’s ear, he whispered “it’s like I’m being hugged from your insides, the muscles keep gripping around me and keep pulling me inside”.

As Mingi was talking, Yunho felt y/n ass tighten even more, sucking him in deeper. They knew y/n was close to climax. their movements became more intense and synchronized. Y/n’s body was caught in such a trance from her two hot and beautiful boyfriend’s bodies. Coming seconds away from climax, with one final thrust from each dick, Yunho and Mingi buried themselves deep inside y/n, y/n’s body convulsing in waves of pleasure. Both released a load of cum inside y/n, making sure to leave every drop inside. Y/n screamed with pleasure, cumming so hard their vision became blurry, squeezing both yunho and mingi’s dicks dry.

They all collapsed onto each other on the bed. Legs and arms intertwined. All three were in such bliss, they all fell asleep, awaiting blissful sleep ahead of them.

[six-white-venus]

the problem with living in survival mode for all your developmental years is that when it finally does get better, you don't know what the fuck to do with yourself.

"you're still so childish," my mom had chided fondly one day when i was laughing at a crude joke that wasn't all that funny and i had to hold myself back from asking, "really?"

because in all honesty, i don't really know what it means to be a child. i didn't even know happiness before now, and i've never lived a day without the sheer intensity of my emotions crushing me. have i ever been a child? i don't know, because this is how i remember my life so far:

me, aged 6, sitting in front of the TV with my cold plate of food, watching dora the explorer

Sad.

and now

i'm still getting used to the novelty of having a full night's sleep everyday and not waking up wanting to kill myself, what do you mean i have to figure out what to do with my life? i have been handed something that i never wanted, that i never dared to hope for, and i hold this life in my palms with all the care i can muster with my jagged edges and freezing skin.

i'm living life in non-chronological order. i was 37 before i was 15, i am now 13 when i'm supposed to be 20. sometimes i feel older than life and so, so tired. the other day i found myself being hit with a wave of jealousy so large that i couldn't breathe for a second while looking at a 14 year old because i would never be able to have what she does. and it really is a new low, hating a middle schooler just a little because when i was 14 my biggest concern wasn't failing math but keeping myself from breaking my clean streak of two days by reaching for the kitchen knife. it's disorienting to walk around trying to 'act my age' because i feel like i'm in a whole new world than everyone else. everyday i'm made to write a surprise quiz that everyone but me was informed about. not everyone knows how to walk someone down the ledge. barely anyone fists their hands on their lap while listening to lectures on mental health thinking wrong, wrong, wrong that's not how depression works, that's not how children who want to die think, that's not the only reason for a young person to lose themself, that's not how misery feels on your skin, on your tongue. wrong, wrong, WRONG.

no, i don't know my plans for the future but i do know how to carry the weight of the world in my chest and how to hide finger nails bitten till raw and red and how to write with blood and how to cover it all up with a smile and- all of that is useless? oh. oh.

it feels like an elaborate joke, almost; like the universe is having a good laugh at my expense because the world is asking for a sculpture and all i have are my barely healed hands and a broken clay pot that has no hope of being salvaged. it's not about falling behind in the race, it's about being shoved into a goddamn marathon when you haven't even learned to walk yet. and no, dragging myself to the finish line on all fours with scraped knees and palms shredded by gravel is no longer an option.

how the hell do you live when all you know is to survive?

but really, it's not as bad as i'm making it sound, at least not all of it. this liminal space that hangs between childhood and adulthood and everything that comes before and after that, it's not awful. yeah, i'm still not sure if i will get into med school, but i'm falling a little bit in love with the sound of my laugh. i might have a huge void in my head where the last 6 years should be, but i'll never forget the laugh that bubbled out of my chest when my doctor halved my med dosage. i still carry my grief like a cloak over my shoulders but i've been leaving it behind in my house more and more because it's getting too warm for anything more than a t-shirt these days.

and after all that, the question still remains: what the hell do i do now?

laugh with my friends, maybe. make a mean cup of tea. learn everything all over again, from the start. smile till it sits on my face like it always belonged there. go to sleep early, because that's something i like doing these days.

what do i do now? i ask my mom and she tells me to help her with lunch. what do i do now? i ask my sister and she tells me to shut up and listen to the latest gossip from her class. what do i do now? i ask my best friend and he throws me his phone without looking and tells me to order whatever i'm craving.

what do i do now? i ask and they all say, isn't it obvious? you start living.

[melancholyfool]

Haircut

Pairing: Henry Winter x Fem!Reader

Summary: You give Henry a haircut

a/n: sweet boy henry is my favourite henry

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Henry is sitting shirtless in front of the bathroom mirror, his broad shoulders relaxed as he leans forward slightly, elbows resting on his knees. He looks impossibly calm, despite the fact that you’re about to cut his hair for the first time.

“You sure you want me to do this?” you ask, a teasing lilt in your voice as you gently lift a lock of his dark hair between your fingers.

Henry glances over his shoulder, meeting your gaze in the mirror. His eyes are warm. “I trust you.”

You smile at that, the flutter in your chest impossible to ignore. “I don’t think I’ve ever cut hair before,” you admit, moving to comb through his hair with your fingers.

He chuckles softly, his gaze drifting back down to the floor. “If it turns out horribly, I’ll just wear a hat.”

You laugh, but there’s a soft, sincere quality to the way he says it that makes your heart skip. You straighten up, positioning yourself behind him, the scissors in your hand steadying as you prepare to make your first cut.

“Okay, here we go,” you murmur, focusing on his hair, carefully snipping away the first section.

Henry doesn’t flinch, doesn’t even move, as if trusting you completely with every snip. The first cut feels like a small victory. You take your time, working slowly, trying your best to not to give Henry a bad haircut. Every now and then you’ll glance at his reflection in the mirror, catching his eyes watching you, his lips curling into a small smile.

“You’re doing great, love,” he says, low and soothing.

You can feel the weight of his words settling on you, the way his praise lifts something inside. “I’m glad you think so,” you murmur, trying to focus on the task at hand.

You carefully work around his head, fingers threading through his hair, trimming the edges, evening things out, making sure every cut is precise. Henry shifts slightly, and you can feel his body relax even further as you continue.

“I think I’m starting to like the idea of you cutting my hair,” Henry admits quietly, his voice taking on a teasing edge. “Maybe I’ll ask you to do it more often.”

You laugh softly, finishing up a small section before running your fingers through his hair again. “You’d let me cut it all the time?”

Henry turns his head to look at you, his expression suddenly serious, though his lips are still quirked with that playful glint. “If you wanted to.”

You press your lips together, trying to hide your smile as you continue cutting. “I don’t know if I’ll always be this precise,” you admit. “I might accidentally butcher it one day.”

“I’d let you try,” he says with a small shrug, the corners of his eyes crinkling in that way you love. “You can do anything you want.”

Your heart swells. You finish the last of the cut, stepping back to examine your work.

“Well, how do you like it? I kept it a bit longer in the front for you,” you say, as you watch his reaction carefully.

Henry turns his head from side to side, then meets your eyes in the mirror. “I like it,” he says. “You’re the only one I’d trust with it.”

You feel your face flush, the warmth spreading from your chest to your cheeks. “You’re a charmer, Henry.”

“I mean it.” He stands, finally turning to face you, his hands reaching for your waist, pulling you close. “I like everything you do.”

You blush harder, but there’s no hiding the smile that’s spreading across your face now. “I’m glad you do.”

Henry brushes a strand of hair out of your face. “You’re perfect.”

“You say that too much,” you tease.

“Not enough.”

Henry cradles your face and rubs his nose against yours then pinches your cheeks fondly, his touch light but filled with so much affection.

“You’re a little bit magical, you know?” he murmurs.

You giggle, "How about you cut my hair next time?"

Henry raises his eyebrows. "Are you sure? It might turn out terribly."

You smirk. "I'll wear a hat," you echo Henry's earlier words.

Henry just smiles and ruffles your hair. "Alright, just tell me when."

“Deal.”

[howlett-dekarios]

𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝

▏Cage-fighter!Logan x Reader

▏Summary: Charles gave you a mission of recruiting a new mutant. Not everything went according to plan...

(Scott is an overprotective older brother)

▏Warnings: kinda mean!Logan | virgin!reader | NSWF | MDNI | riding | public sex | car sex | breast play | slight overstimulation | fingering | unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it!) | squirting |

▏Word count: 6,5k

You were surprised when Charles called you into his office. Sure, you were considered as a part of x-men, but since Scott was known for his overprotective nature of an older brother, you barely have been sent on any missions. Stuck in the mansion as if you were still a freaking student. 

“You wanted to see me Professor?” 

“Oh yes, come in Y/n.” He smiled reassuringly, searching through some documents on his desk. When you sat down, he stopped his previous work and focused his attention fully on you. “How are you?” Always a polite and lovely older teacher. 

“Good if we don’t count how Scott has been a pain in the ass lately.” It was met with his little smirk and shake of head. “But you didn’t call me just to chat, am I right, professor?” 

“As perceiving as always, my dear. I wanted to see you because of a rather delicate case.” A light sigh left him, but the smile was still formed on his lips. “You see, at the conference I attended, I met an old friend. But it can’t be seen as a good type of meeting.” 

You got a slight idea about what he was possibly talking about. Magneto. All of you in the team knew how tumultuous the relationship was with these two. Old lovers who separated because of different perceptions of the world and humankind. Too divergent for them to make it work. 

“I have my reasons to believe he’s planning something special for the upcoming conference on which the mutant case will be discussed.” Special was clearly an understatement for the word bad. Really bad if Charles was willing to start his defense before Magneto would do even the first step. “That’s why I need to ask for your help. I believe that Eric wants to acquire a specific mutant for his own purpose.” 

“Why?” 

“That’s the main reason why we need to get to him first. I don’t know.” 

Not good. Even terrible if anyone would ask for your opinion. 

“Why me?” Usually it was Storm who recruited  new faces, shit even Scott sometimes, but never you. 

“Because of your mutation, my dear. The man I want you to find is rather… reluctant when it comes to people. Not very fond of anyone reaching out to him.” 

“You know this guy, professor?” 

“I’ve met him once, yes. That’s why I know he wouldn’t like to see my face again. But your  mutation will be very useful to get to him.” 

Though both of your brothers had mutations connected with energy blasting, yours developed in completely different ways. You were an empath. A very powerful if believing Charles words. Despite not fully understanding its full potential, even now you could read people's emotions. Influence them to your will. Search through the memories that were strong enough to leave a track. Empathize, share and resonate with others' pain, ecstasy or anger. Sometimes you also could see the past through objects that people had core feelings about but you couldn’t control that particular fragment of your ability. Usually it just happens without you having any power over it. Like a passive observer drawn into the vortex of events, forced to experience them in a few seconds, like a stop-motion movie. Professors promised you that at one point you will be able to control it, but so far you haven’t made any progress in it. 

“What you want me to do? Find him and?” 

“Understand and talk him into coming here. While being alone he’s an easy target for Magneto to come for, but here he will be safe and out of reach.” 

“That mutant… he has a name?” 

“Logan.” Another sigh left your former teacher, like he was trying to recall an old memory. “The Wolverine.” 

You were packing in your room when Scott came in and leaned over the door. 

“You have everything?” 

It was the first time for him to let you go on a solo mission. He had been trying to convince professor to let him go with you, but Charles stood his ground, persuading on you dealing with it on your own. Your brother didn’t like it in the slightest, but it was an old man who had the final word. 

“Yes, Scotty.” You sighed, knowing that he was simply worrying about you. 

“You sure you don’t want me to drive you there.” By drive you knew he meant the jet flight, so you only shook your head, dismissing his offer. 

“I’m a big girl, Scott. I can take care of myself.” 

“I know you can, sunshine.” His tone was less rigid than normally would’ve expected in such circumstances. Scott knew that the only thing he could do now was assure you about your abilities and his faith in you. Show his support and trust. “Just fulfilling my duty as an older brother.” His words made you chuckle. On a daily basis this type of attitude was rather irritating but now when you couldn’t really tell how long you're gonna be gone? It was sweet and you definitely will miss your little banters. “Remember though it’s only a recce. You find this guy, kick his ass if it’ll be necessary and call me so we can pick you up, okay?” 

“Yeah, I’m the best at kicking asses.” 

“Damn you are, N/n.” You both laughed at that, looking at each other. You could say a lot of stuff about him, but in times like that, you couldn’t imagine having anyone else as a brother. Especially after Alex's death. “Come here, you little monster.” You walked towards him and soon enough ended up in a tight hug. “Love you, you know it, right?” 

“Love you too, asshole.” You mouthed back, smirking, your head on his chest, enjoying the warmth of his embrace. 

After hours of traveling you finally got in an obscure bar in a small village in Canada. The spot where Charles told you the mutant had been last seen. The place was cramped, mostly drunk guys in their forties. To say that you weren’t a perfect fit here was a huge understatement. From the moment you entered and sat near the counter, a lot of those men were giving you curious and dirty glances. 

But you had to focus on the task. While ordering a drink you heard a loud explosion of roars and got curious about the source of them. Quickly you grabbed your glass and walked over to the crowd circled around the cage, some unconscious guy had been dragged out of. 

“Gentlemen! All my years I haven’t seen anything like that! Will you really allow this man to get away with your money?!” 

In the meantime when the announcer cheered the crowd, the guy who was still standing in the cage zeroed a whole glass of whiskey at one. Probably won’t be any advantage in the next fight, you thought. 

“I’ll fight him!” Some drunk dude yelled next to you and stormed into the cage. 

His posture was bigger than the other fighter which made you bet on him. The naked chest one wasn’t even looking at his opponent when the other had made his first move, punching and manhandling him to the fence. It wasn’t a fair action, but you supposed that nothing in this dirty place could be expected to be one. The situation changed completely in the next two seconds because the former champion kicked him off immediately, receiving another round of roars and applause from drunk men around you. 

“The Wolverine, everyone!” 

Bingo. 

You’ve waited another hour or so and the bar slowly emptied, most of the fans of amateur fights and illegal betting already gone or sleeping drunk in the corners. But the man you’ve been looking for nowhere to be seen even though he left the cage some time ago. 

“You lost, doll?” The rough hand came to the back of your neck and you felt that characteristic flow of emotions pass through you. A drunk idiot who just touched you had only one particular thing in mind and you didn’t like it. His head clouded by need of sticking his dick into something, in that case: you. “Need company? It would be such a shame for a beauty like you to get hurt. It’s not safe in the city by night, you know?” A dirty laugh left him, your skin feeling his hideous breath on your neck. 

“Not interested.” 

“Oh come on, doll, you can’t expect to sit here all alone and not make guys believe that you long for some funny time-“ 

You wanted to channel his thoughts on a completely different track which would give you time to get away from him, but before you could’ve done so, you felt how that guy was pulled away from you. 

“She said she’s not interested, bub. Get the fuck out of here, will ya? Night over, look for some whore to stick your dick into.” Your savior’s voice was threatening, almost wanting that asshole to try something. 

But even in his drunken state the guy knew better than that, evacuating from the place as fast as his wobbly legs allows him to. 

“Thanks.” You whispered relieved how it all worked out without getting messy. Wolverine only checked your posture with indifference and then sat a few stools away. 

Shit, Charles was right about one thing. That guy wasn’t the chatty type. 

“Gimme one bear and gonna head out, Ted.” 

“Some lucky girl waiting for you or what?” Bartender laughed, opening the bottle and setting it in front of the other man. He hasn’t received any answer though. Instead Wolverine lighten the cigar, looking at the small TV broadcasting news about the government conference. The same one that professor mentioned and the one which Magneto wanted to destroy. “Anything for you, sweetie?” 

“I’ll pass.” Logan retreated his eyes to you once again, taking a puff of his cigar. His judging sight drilling into your head, but then returned to the news. 

You really wanted to talk or touch him to discover  why he’s been like this, but before you got a chance to do so, two men approached him from the back. Judging by their facial expression it screamed trouble. 

Another day of the same fucking fate. Him walking in the bar, drinking some alcohol, knocking out some overconfident morons and then taking the money he gained by making this shit show entertaining. Logan wasn’t sure anymore why he even bothered with it. At first he wanted to understand his past: flashbacks of his memory which led him to a village in Canada. But for the last few weeks he got none of it. No information, no single clue which would make his mind clear about what the fuck had happened and who he truly was. The only good thing about him ending as a cage fighter was the owner not caring about him being mutant, even being overjoyed that Logan was being his an inexhaustible source of income from the illegal gambling. 

After the last fight of the day he was exhausted from all the screaming and shouting. Intoxicated assholes weren’t his problem or at least not until some dickhead would’ve decided to mess with him or kick in the balls like the last jerk who was quickly pacified not so long ago. 

Though the second he saw how some drunk perv tried his luck with the young girl near the counter, he only groaned deeply, heading to help her. A place like this wasn’t the right one for a night out especially if you’re a pretty, young and innocent looking girl who’s there all alone. He shouldn’t care, you’re not his problem, probably even wanting that sort of attention if you willingly chose to spend your night here, but sometimes his morals were taking over him. 

After scaring the freak away and you thanking him, he really fought with himself not to talk to you. Who knows, maybe you would propose to pay him some way. Not in money, preferably being a good laid for the night. Fuck, he really hasn’t had sex in a long time now and honestly if a sweet little thing like you would be okay with it… But he didn’t ask. That way he would’ve ended up being just another asshole. 

The cigar and beer that Ted opened for him had to be enough prize for being a decent guy. 

“You owe me some money.” Logan felt the scent of a man who tapped his back. The same dumbass who was so eager to kick balls in the fight. His more sane friend tried to pull him out of the idea of messing with Wolverine, but with no success. Too fucking bad. “No one man takes punches like that without the mark to show for it. I know what you are.”

“Listen, bub, you lost your money, you keep this up, you gonna lose something else.” Preferably his dick but the arm or teeth would work well enough. For most people Logan was intimidating enough not to try anything after the first and at the same time last warning. But this man obviously had to be another level of idiot. 

“Watch out!” You screamed not knowing that he could sense how that dickhead took a pocket knife from his pocket before you’ve even opened the mouth. It could be considered as a cute gesture, the way you cared and wanted to warn him. Really an innocent little thing you are. 

In no time Logan pinned the asshole who attacked him to the near wall, his two claws out, the middle slowly coming out, the animal anger clearly seen on his face. It was quite a shock that the guy who faced him didn't shit his pants. Well, maybe not yet. 

“Keep your horses, Wolvie.” Ted, said in a calm voice. Shit, Logan really craved to just cut that fool head off but he had a deal with the owner. No killing if he wanted to stay there and get his money. That’s why he slowly retracted his claws, nodding with murderous face at guy to get the fuck out of here before he would’ve changed his mind. His blood was still boiling in pure fury but instead of ripping this place apart, Logan took out another cigar and put it in his mouth, adjusting his jacket. “See you tomorrow?” Bartender asked, but knew the answer anyway. 

“Whatever.” Logan murmured under his breath and stormed out of the bar without giving you any second thought. 

You knew you shouldn’t have come here again. Scott texted you last night concerned why you haven’t reached out yet. Your only answer being that things got a bit complicated but you can handle this. Apparently only quick intervention of Storm and Jean made him sit his ass down and not storm here right away. 

So here you were, sitting by the same counter and drinking some coke mixed with vodka, waiting for your mission to finally come in.

“You really are looking for troubles, princess, aren’t ya?” He gave you a look full of judgment and hesitation. But something else was hidden behind it. The way he smirked, tone of his voice… almost teasingly pleasing to hear. 

“Maybe I am.” You smiled back, forcing yourself to hold his gaze. 

“Yesterday you got lucky, sweetheart. Tonight you may not have enough of it.” No knight on a white horse would save you. Not Logan. 

“I’ll take the risk.” 

It only made him smirk once again, not believing how naive you were to think you can survive in such a place. 

Seeing him getting ready, warming up in that cage shirtless… it made you feel things you didn’t think were possible in real life. In the mansion you haven’t had much choice in developing your social life. Most of the guys were students, younger than you and being afraid of Scott enough not to even approach you without a good reason: training or other school stuff. Of course your brother couldn’t fully control what you’ve been doing behind the closed doors. Fuck that was probably the reason why Storm gave you a vibrator for your last birthday to help yourself with your needs on your own. But here? With Logan’s naked sweaty chest and dogtags hanging on his neck. You squeezed your legs to get some friction because otherwise you were sure about going crazy. His hair made into little kitty ears weren’t helping your sanity either… 

The night had been going on very identical to the previous one. Him making a pulp out of his opponents who were stupid enough to walk into the cage. His movements were almost hypnotizing. The internal animal while fighting just to be gone a second he had a break for a sip of whiskey. Your attention was less and less focused on your main task, but you had still in mind how he had vanished yesterday. 

It was a freaking stupid idea. Probably one of the most foolish and ridiculous you ever had. So just in case you’ve sent the localization of your phone to Scott, texting him to start the engine. 

“Is there any person who is brave enough to stand this beast? Face him and return the money to you? Or you gonna-“ 

“I will do it.” Your voice echoed through the room, firstly met with silence just to make the crowd laugh. 

“You sure? This is no place for little ladies like you, pretty.” Announcer laughed, trying to disarm all the tension. 

“I’ll take the risk.” You repeated the same words you previously used in little chat with Logan, already walking into the ring. 

Shit, you were rather confident about your fighting skills, your training partner being Colosssus of all the people in the mansion who was a good two feet bigger than you… but you’ve never faced anyone with a healing factor. It definitely was a horrible idea. 

“You go easy on her, we clear?” The man with a mic whispered to Logan’s ear but you heard it anyway. “Don’t need some dumb chick’s blood on this floor and these drunk fucks to get involved.” Logan only nodded, zeroing his drink and turning around to face him. 

Your outfit definitely wasn’t helping your case in being more intimidating. Some washed out jeans and black top showing your thin arms. As if this man would’ve been even intimidated by you in the first place after rescuing you yesterday. 

“Listen princess, maybe it’s not about others, huh? Maybe it’s about lack of survival instincts. Or you’re just dumb. Nothing personal.” He hasn’t attacked yet, rather waiting for you to make a first move. “I’m not into playing with girls. Not like that.” Such a gentleman. “You still have time to-“ 

But you didn’t let him finish. Roundhouse kicked him back strong enough to make him move two steps backward. Your foot stung like hitting a fucking wall, but Logan just smiled. The grimace dark with a hint of surprise and determination. Like your move just made it all more interesting for him. His head still lowered, he run his tongue over his teeth and chuckled. You’ve tried to charge again, stroking blows and using your advantage of being more flexible and agile. Unfortunately with no success because he dodge them all. Just like he could have sensed your movement before the punch even hit. Quickly enough he had you in a headlock, standing behind you.

“You lost, princess.” He whispered, grinning proudly. 

Before you were able to answer you felt that familiar wave of power flowing through you. His dogtags were pressed against the back of your neck which activated the part of mutation you couldn’t control. 

Images from his life passed in front of your eyes. Him talking with some military officer, how he got his claws and all adamantium in his body. The following events: the farm and older marriage that helped him and got killed, discovering the truth about the whole intrigue he got involved into, the fight side by side with his brother and how he lost his memory. But more importantly, all his pain and anger. It all lasted only a couple of seconds but the intensity of it made you squirm, tears falling down your cheeks. Now you understood the reason why your foot hurt after kicking him. This guy had freaking metal instead of bones inside his body. 

The connection broke with him letting you go, stepping back like he just got burned. 

“I-I’m sorry…” You’ve coughed out, looking at him with glassy eyes. Pure fear on your face while apologizing for something you couldn’t even understand. But the only thing you’ve been met with was anger. The realization hit you instantly. You haven’t only relieved the memories from dogtags, but at the same time also linked with Logan himself. The emotions of a man whose mind had been invaded without any consent. You fucked up, because the man who stood in front of you wasn’t just a fighter anymore. It was so much more. 

The dark expression of a monster who’s been set free off the leash gave you enough reason to genuinely believe you not gonna get out of it alive. 

Logan’s head was on fire. Burning and stinging like he just got put a red metal inside of it. He felt like a part of his brain was cut out and squeezed into a really tight spot. For a few seconds his mind wasn’t his own. 

He didn’t give a fuck if you were a woman anymore. 

“Who the fuck are you?” His voice was a mere whisper. Warning of what to come clear. The next moment he pinned you down to the floor, knee securing that you won’t be able to move and his big hand on your neck suffocating you. If it was up to him, he would’ve ripped the truth out of you right there and then. But unfortunately he couldn’t. You two still had an audience. “That’s what gonna happen now, you hear me?” The small nod of your head was enough for him to continue. “You gonna pat out, leave the bar and wait for me outside. And you better pray for me to find you there, we clear?” He whispered through his teeth and you couldn’t have done anything else than to obey his orders. “Good bitch.” 

All things that happened after this were just a blur for him. How the guy cheered the crowd, you running out, him grabbing his bag and storming out of the place accompanied by the yells for him to come back. It didn’t matter, he didn’t give a single fuck. He will never come back here anyway. Not after what you’ve done. 

“At least you’re obedient or scared enough to listen orders. Get in the fucking car.” You were dragged to the truck. Logan opened the door for you to get in but you doubted it was an act of politeness. Probably he would’ve thrown you in if you would’ve fought him. After making sure you won’t try anything, he walked over and started the car. 

“Where are we going?” You’ve asked after some time in a way of complete silence. 

“Not your fucking problem.” It was his. He couldn’t stay there, not after what happened in the cage. Logan should’ve left a long time ago but your little show was the last push he needed. Now his only purpose being to get the hell out of this area as far as possible and press you enough to start talking. “What the hell was that, hm?” 

“What was what? I don’t know-“ 

“Stop with the bullshit now, princess, or I’m gonna make you.” Logan reached for the glove box to get his cigar but the movement was so sudden that you squirmed away. He gave you a glance and saw the fear in your pale face. Traces of tears still visible on the red cheeks from the cold as you’d waited for him. Fuck, maybe he was too harsh with you. You were still young and innocent, clearly not used to the angry and dark light of man who was yelling at you. “Listen, bub, you damn well know what I’m talking about. You’ve been inside of my head. How?” His tone more gentle but still demanding. 

“I don’t know…” 

“You don’t know or you don’t care?” He lightened the cigar. “Who are you?” 

“I’m Y/n.” You answered, less scared now he’d changed the tone. “I’m like you.” 

“Trust me, princess, you are nothing like me.” 

“You’re a mutant.” He gave you a quick side look but stayed silent. “The claws you’ve scared that guy with… the way you’ve won all your fights. When they come out… does it hurt?” 

“Every time.” 

“I’m a mutant too.” 

“And you can what? Fuck with people brains without asking?” Logan was still pissed but tried to somehow stay civil not to scare you again. Seeing how you shivered something in him broke a bit. Damn he ordered you to wait for him in the freezing cold temperature with no coat… He put the heating on. “Put your hands on the heater.” He tried to move them for you, but you once again retreated. “I’m not gonna hurt you, princess.” 

Not anymore. Not when he calmed down a bit. After a while when you felt warmth spread through, you decided to get back to your conversation. 

“I’m an empath. Can feel people's emotions by touching them. Sometimes influence them if I’m willing to.” Or at least that what you’ve already known you could do and more importantly, how. 

“So what, you can say when someone’s happy?” 

“More or less. Can say and feel it. Mirror the exact amount of it. Happiness, anger… pain.” It got you curious what he had said about the claws… living in constant pain…

Logan didn’t say anything back so you’ve stayed in silence again. 

“The Wolverine… you’ve chosen it.” You looked at his dogtags but he quickly hid them under his shirt. Then he realized how it wasn’t even a question. 

“How do you know?” Logan edged again. He couldn’t recall the exact situation himself, only shreds of it in his nightmares, so how the fuck would you know. 

“I-I…” 

“You what, princes?” The grip on a wheel tightened. 

“I’ve seen it… the moment you’ve asked to make them.” 

“What?” The car stopped immediately, he facing you as if he had misheard you. 

“Sometimes I can see the fragments of people’s past connected with objects… When we were close, I-“ 

“Have you seen anything else? Before it all happened?” 

“No…”

“Are you fucking sure?” Months of searching, praying for any sort of clue just to find nothing. And now he discovered that the one person who could bring it all together was sitting in his car. He couldn’t let it go. Couldn’t let you go. 

“I swear, Logan!” You cried, tired of his questioning. 

“How do you know my name?” 

“I know a person who knows you. Who can help you.” Well Charles told you that this guy wasn’t very fond of him, but since Logan lost his memory then it was no harm to try. 

“How?” He was getting frustrated by how this was the only word he has been repeating since the beginning of it all. 

“He’s the principal of the school I’ve attended.” 

“A school?” 

“Place for people like us. Mutants. He’s a telepath and one of the smartest people I know. If anyone will be able to help you, it’s gonna be him. But you need to get with me there to let him try.” 

Logan was considering his options. It could easily be a trap. Not the first one he had stepped in. But your heartbeat and how genuine you’ve sounded… he doubted you were trying to fool him. 

“I’ve seen you checking me out today.” The sudden change of topic got you off guard. But he had to revert his mind to something else. Destress. And the fact he was sitting in one car with an innocent little thing like you who had been wet just because of his naked torso hours ago? He won’t give up his luck. “Never seen a man’s chest before, sweetheart?” His eyes were dark again, this time not because of rage but desire. “You had been clenching your goddamn legs like you could’ve come just by the sight of it.” 

He was able to smell you. The scent of your arousal hidden under these jeans of yours. He could bet that your panties had a wet patch on them. His hand moved to your thigh, thumb caressing small circles inside of it. 

“It’s okay, princess, I don’t blame you. A sweet innocent thing like you craves to be taken care of, is it right?” 

“L-Logan-“ Your quiet moan only proved him right. 

“Shh, it’s alright, darlin’ let me do it. Let me take care of you.” 

His skilled fingers opened your zipper and helped you get out of your pants, just to trail the pad of them on the wet spot. 

“Fuck, princess you’re soaking. Can I take them off?” Logan asked but your nod made him chuckle. “Words, Y/n.” 

“Y-yes.” 

He quickly got to work, showing your panties down and throwing them somewhere in the back of the car. When he brought his fingers back on your cunt, teasing your clit, you tried to close your legs but his big hands stopped you.

“None of that, doll. Keep them nice and open for me like a good girl.” He rubbed tight slow circles around it which made you squirm and close your eyes. “That’s it, relax for me, baby.” Next second his fingers found their way into his mouth and helped smiled teasingly. “So sweet. Best I’ve ever tasted.” And without any warning he put one of it in your cunt, making you scream. “So fucking tight. Can’t even take one. You’re a virgin, princess?” 

You tried to move your head, too shy to even look at him, but his other hand cupped your jaw, forcing you to face him. 

“Eyes on me and answer, Y/n.” 

“Y-yes.” 

“An innocent little girl you are. Saving yourself for me.” Another finger joined the first one, moving deep in and out of you, stretching your walls so you would be able to take him. Him being knuckle deep made you drool, eyes rolled to the back of your head, trembling because of too much pleasure. But then started an attack on your clit with his thumb and you were completely gone. 

“Logan!” You screamed, overstimulated already. “Too much!” 

A smug smirk tugs at the corner of his lips, eyes half-hooded. "Two fingers is too much?" he says, almost sounding surprised. "Come on, doll, be a big girl. You could fight me but can’t take two fucking fingers?” He mocked you. 

You're gasping for air, chest heaving. His thick fingers pump in and out of you, pussy frothing all over them. 

"T-They're so big," you whine. 

Hearing your raspy, lewd voice causes his cock to throb. He chuckles, kissing your neck, inhaling your scent. Shit, Logan was so sure that the second he will bury his dick in you, he will never get over you. Never let you go. 

"You know what I think? I think you can handle one more. Just to get you starched and nicely prepared for my dick, darlin’.” 

The thought of not one, not two, but three of his huge fingers has your pussy clench uncontrollably. That weird feeling in your stomach forming, the one that you so well know from all the lonely nights when you had your own hand deep in your panties. The second he forced the third one made you cum harder than ever before. You shudder, biting down on your lip as you feel the wetness all around your legs and Logan’s hand. Fuck, something was definitely wrong, you only hoped that he didn't catch that. Yet the warm liquid is coating his wrist and upper arm, all the way to his elbow. 

“Fuck, did you know you can make a little mess like this, love?” He says, gesturing with his head towards his arm. He pulls his fingers out and you groan audibly at the loss, your hold clenched around nothing. “Your virgin pussy already missing me like a cheap slut, Y/n.” Seeing your face all red and how shy you became, Logan opened his pants and loved them with his boxers, showing you his already fully hard length. He quickly brought you to sit on his laps, swinging your ass back and forth just to torture your puffy clit even more. “But it’s okay, princess. That’s what we want. I need you nice and wet, okay?” 

“Logan…” You choked out because of his actions and he kissed your lips just to shut you up. No matter how  much he loved your little cute whines, he needed you as aroused as possible to make you take his big size. 

“Shit, I hope I'm the first one who kissed you too. Too sweet and innocent to share.” His lips left the trail of kisses down your neck, sucking and biting. Wanting to mark you any way possible. 

“Shit, Logan, please…” You moaned, your mind fully clouded with need by this point. 

He took off your shirt, unhooking your bra and fuck him if it wasn’t the best sight he could’ve imagined. Big breasts that were perfect for his huge hands to play with as he wished. The vision of you bouncing on his dick with them in front of his face gonna be the image of what he will jerk off every time from now on. 

“You’re gorgeous, love. Can’t get enough of you.” His skilled tongue sucked and licked your nipple while one of his hands paid attention to the other one, which made you arch your back. 

You weren't sure anymore if you wanted him to stop or get closer. 

“You ready, princess?” 

Logan asked and it got you back to your right mind. You were naked in the car of a guy who you were supposed to take to the mansion as your mission. A man you’ve known for not even two freaking days and Scott could be here in any second. 

“Logan, wait!” He looked at you confused. Worried that he had done something wrong. “My brother gonna be furious-“ 

It only made him laugh. You are a damn innocent one truly. 

“I don’t fucking care.” 

And with that he lowered you slowly on his cock, your scream echoed all over the truck. You have no control of how vocal you became, pain mixing with the pleasure. The thought of how much effort he put into preparing you for it… you considered yourself lucky for him being so thoughtful. 

“It’s okay, princess, I got you. You are doing a good job. Such a good pussy for me. I got you, Y/n.” 

Logan gave you some time to adjust to his size, knowing that for most of his partners it was a lot to take, let alone for you. 

“Y-you can move.” You whimpered, putting your head on his shoulder. 

“You sure, darlin’?” Your nod was the last sign of consent he needed to move you up and down his length. He was doing all the work, gripping your ass but still he left some sort of control for you to take over in case of feeling any sort of discomfort. But fast enough your body forgot about the pain of sudden intrusion, instead sinking in the spiral of pure pleasure and ecstasy.  You being a moaning mess, squeezing him as a vice. “Fuck, you’re so tight. Never letting off this cunt ever again. Shit!” He groaned when you clenched uncontrollably. 

When you got more confident and started moving at your own pace, his hands move to your breast again, playing with them and paying attention as being hypnotized by them. His face deepened between them, earning you another low groan murmur.

You two were so focused on your pleasure that you didn't realize when the weather outside of the car changed. Instead of a clear sky, there was a little snow storm. Just the loud sound of falling tree on the mask got you out of your trans. 

“Fuck!” You screamed, frightened of what happened. 

And the moment you turned back to see what was wrong, your heart sank. Not so far from the car two people were standing and looking at the whole scene. As one of them started walking closer to your door, you quickly got off Logan’s member, looking for your underwear but it was nowhere to be found. You opted for putting on your jeans and when you’ve desperately searched for your top, the leather jacket was handed over. 

“Cover yourself, princess.” Logan’s tone has been definitely too calm considering how cooked you were. 

“Scott gonna kill us.” Though you weren’t sure who first, you because of loosing your virginity the second you got off his radar with a guy who you’ve meant to recruit, or Logan for fucking his little sister.

“Who’s Scott?” A confusion in his voice could be cute if not for your executioner being just two steps from the door. 

“He’s my-“ But then the door opened and you just sighed, pointing at Scott. “Him. Logan, this is my brother Scott.” You turned to face your sibling, forcing yourself to smile innocently. “Hi Scotty, how nice of you-“ 

“Out. Of. The fucking car. Now.” He ordered you, pure fury in his eyes, his voice dangerously heavy. “And you asshole… you better pray that Professor gets you before I will.” 

Well, this definitely will complicate the atmosphere in the team in the future… 

▏A/n: Okay, so this specific mutation and character's background (as Scott being her older brother) gonna be also part of the bigger fic that I'm currently working on. I don't know yet if this shot will be a part of their story (Logan and that oc) so that's why I'm posting it here now. Still I would be grateful if you guys wouldn't use that characters specifics in your stories <3

▏Also I just adore the thought of Scott being the protective older brother and it being the reason why his and Logan's relations are so tensed later.

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▏Hope you enjoyed it as much as I did! Sof

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♡. Mobile post, so if it looks funny— hcs of Cassandra & her gn partner. Hope you like 'em, anon.

Cassie's love is loud in actions. She’ll wordlessly pass you your favorite drink, tuck a blanket around you, or press a gentle kiss to your forehead after a long day.

She always notices when you’re off. Even if you try to hide it, her ability to read body language means she knows when something is wrong before you do.

Forehead touches = her way of saying "I love you." She’s not super into PDA, but she loves resting her forehead against yours in quiet moments.

Cass loves hand-holding. She’ll slip her fingers between yours absentmindedly, even if she’s reading, watching a movie, or just existing next to you.

She steals your clothes. She wouldn’t care if they’re oversized on her; they smell like you, and that’s all that matters.

When you’re asleep, she studies your breathing patterns. Not in a weird way—she just likes knowing you’re safe.

She’s a human heat-seeking missile. If she’s cold, you are now her source of warmth. You have no say in the matter.

Cassandra rarely gets embarrassed, but compliments fluster her. Call her beautiful, and she’ll look away with the tiniest smile, trying to process the warmth in her chest.

She remembers every single thing you say. Even if you mentioned liking a snack once, weeks ago, in passing, she will track it down and bring it home for you.

Cass is surprisingly good at braiding hair. If yours is long enough, expect her to experiment with different styles while she sits behind you.

She likes to leave notes and her notes are the sweetest. If she’s out before you wake up, she’ll leave a sticky note with a tiny heart and a reminder to eat something.

Dancing in the kitchen is a must. You were getting a drink? Doesn’t matter—she’s already pulling you into a slow, swaying dance.

Cass trusts very few people, but she trusts you with everything. It’s hard for her to be vulnerable, but she lets you see every piece of her without hesitation.

If you ever get hurt, even slightly, she freaks out. A papercut? She’s already reaching for a bandaid.

Movie nights mean her curled up in your lap. She doesn’t care how uncomfortable it looks. You are a pillow now.

She leaves quiet little "I love you" signs everywhere. A flower left on your desk, a favorite snack placed beside you, a quick forehead kiss in passing.

She doesn’t get jealous easily, but she gets protective. If someone flirts with you, she just stands there, staring, unreadable, until they walk away. Same goes if you're not addressed properly. She doesn't take kind to disrespect towards you.

Cass loves tracing patterns on your skin absentmindedly. If you’re cuddling, expect her fingers to lightly trace circles over your arm or back.

When she laughs, it’s the best thing in the world. It’s soft, rare, and completely worth whatever dumb joke you made.

Cass has the best poker face, but she can’t hide when she loves something you do. Her eyes soften, her lips curl slightly—she glows when she’s happy.

She still doesn't ’t talk much, but when she says "I love you," she means it. Every time. No exceptions.

If you’re sad, she doesn’t always use words. She’ll just hold you, tight and warm, until the world feels okay again.

She will learn your favorite hobby just to be closer to you. Even if she’s bad at it (at first), she’ll sit with you, trying her best.

Cass doesn’t wake up easily, but she wakes up instantly if she feels you move too much. Years of training make her alert, but if you say you’re okay, she just sleepily nuzzles into you again.

She may not always say it, but she’s grateful for you every day. You make her feel safe, wanted, and loved—things she never thought she’d have.

[hearteyespierce]

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he still has his tonsils. by the way if you even care