#so then she was able to turn into animals that she ate

[clockwayswrites]

A Hill to Die On, ch3

masterpost CW crude talk and suggestive themes Some of this isn't much read through and I know some parts are clunky, but I've had a migraine for a week and a half now. Please no concrit/editing. It will get a good edit before it's final version for Ao3!

Text turned out to be fine. Good even. Danny was busy a lot, so Tim (and Caroline) often had to wait between small strings of communication, but that made it sort of special when they did hear back. It turned out that Danny not only worked as a mechanic at a custom shop, was working on his own bike, but also went to school to get his mechanical engineering degree at Gotham U (with summer gen ed course done at one of the cheaper community colleges).

Tim hadn’t been brave enough to suggest they meet up on campus, in case someone recognized him, but he did tell Danny he went to Gotham U also. He was glad that Danny didn’t push them to meet up there either. Maybe he was just too busy.

As busy as he was, something Danny seemed to love doing was to send photos, all sorts of photos. He sent selfies, sure, but also pictures of the sunsets. Any cute animals he saw (which apparently included the campus crows he was befriending) and his cooking attempts. Pictures of the bikes and cars he worked on as well as his own beast.

Tim hadn’t been able to help but wonder if Danny would let Alvin bend him over the Frankenstein of a bike that Danny was building and fuck him.

They hadn’t gotten around to talking about the things that Danny liked and if being on that end of an encounter was one of them. They really hadn’t talked about anything sexual other than one night when Tim hadn’t been able to sleep (like too many nights) and Danny had called him. Tim had almost fumbled the phone when it started ringing.

Instead of trying to suggest all the usual things like warm milk or relaxing from the toe tips up, Danny had talked Tim through finger himself. Danny’s low words and firm instructions—including making Tim wait—were a contrast to Tim’s own begging that Danny insisted he wanted to hear.

Tim had been almost asleep by the time there was the bitten back moan of Danny coming too.

While Tim could think of a hundred ways to start the conversation, none of them seemed the right way to explain that it wasn’t just ‘Lin’ and Caroline, but also Alvin. And what Alvin wanted was to fuck Danny until he was begging and then fuck him all over again. (And maybe again.) It felt like being dishonest with Danny and that ate at Tim, especially as they started to see each other in person again.

Danny reached out across the table and laid his hand down, palm up.

It was such a little thing, but the simple consideration warmed Tim. Danny was letting Tim choose if he wanted to hold Danny’s hand right then. When Caroline and Danny had been out on a date, Danny had just wrapped his fingers loosely up in hers time and time again. But with Tim, Danny acted differently. Danny acted like he got it.

Tim reached out and traced his fingers over the lines of Danny’s palm.

“What’s bothering you?”

Tim glanced up across the table. “Hum?”

“Somethings bothering you,” Danny said, more a repeat than a clarification, though he wasn’t wrong. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Tim bought himself some time by taking a long sip of his drink. He knitted his fingers with Danny’s.

“So, Caroline and I… we’re…”

How did Tim talk about any of this? He hadn’t before, not to anyone. His caped friends and family just thought of Caroline and Alvin as covers. Out of the capes… he didn’t think they thought about Caroline and Alvin at all. Why would they? Tim wasn’t exactly the most gender normal so if he was a little more fem or masc why would they catch on that it was less about Tim and more about… well, someone else?

“Dissociative Disorder, right?” Danny asked after a long silence. “Which I know, I really hate the word disorder in that. Caroline isn’t some disorder, she’s an important part of you. But it’s not exactly standard DID because you keep some memories when you’re her, right? Sorry, my sister is a psychologist so I did a little looking into things.”

“I, yes,” Tim agreed with a blink. That sounded like what he’d found in his research too. He knew he should bring this up to his therapist, but, well, he had wanted more information first. It helped him feel more settled. (He felt anything but settled right then.) “I guess because I do remember, I didn’t always think of her as… separate as I’ve been realizing she is.”

“Okay,” Danny said patiently. “Is there anything you need me to do differently now that you have? Or anything I can do to make either of you more comfortable?”

Tim couldn’t help but smile as he shook his head. “No, you’ve been really great, with both of us.”

Danny nodded, what little of his own tension there had been from the conversation practically evaporated from his shoulders.

Tim looked down at their hands. “It’s just… it’s because of that. You’ve been so great with both Caroline and me that I feel horrible that—it’s just… there’s one more? And I don’t know if that’s going to be too much for you entirely. Because I would totally understand, this is a lot already without dealing with Alvin too and—”

“Hey, Lin, take a breath for me, darlin’,” Danny urged with a soft squeeze of their hands. “It’s okay, I’m still right here.”

Tim took a breath and then a few more for good measure.

“What you’re saying is that there’s Lin, Caroline, and also Alvin?”

Tim nodded.

“Okay. Okay… does… do you know what Alvin thinks of this? Of me? Is he okay with it?”

Tim buried his now bright red face in his free hand. “Yes.”

“Um, I’ll take that as not bad—”

“He wants to jump your bones. Very emphatically. Repeatedly,” Tim mumbled into his palm.

Danny was silent for a long moment until he started to laugh. “Ancients, okay, I’m sorry just, oh boy. That’s—” Danny tried to breathe around his laughter. “—am I like catnip to all three of you? What do you all see in me?”

Tim watched Danny’s laughter fade with at first shock and then fondness. “Because of this. I tell you that there’s a third and the first thing you worry about is if he’s okay with you.”

“Well, yeah,” Danny says, as if it really should be that simple. “I don’t want to break up with you or Caroline because Alvin hates me.”

What a wonderful, ridiculous man.

“Then you’d be… okay to meet him sometime? Or text with him?”

“Of course. I can’t promise he and I will have what we have or Caroline and I have, not when I don’t know the guy, but I think considering how I feel about you two the chance is there. And if even not, him and I should get to know each other, right?”

“Right,” Tim said, finally able to smile. “I’ll make sure he has your number. And I guess for the last thing… my real name is Tim. And… and to be honest I was a little wary of telling you my legal name that morning, in case things went badly. But I’m also trying to figure… myself out I guess. And Lin maybe fits? It’s got a bit of Caroline and Alvin in it. But I don’t know if that’s right either, maybe it’s just trying to rely on them too much. I don’t really know a lot, I guess.”

Danny just shrugged with a little smile. “Who really does? What do you want to be called today, sweetheart, Lin or Tim?”

Tim took a moment to actually think about that and ignore his blush at being called ‘sweetheart’. He didn’t know what the right answer was, but maybe that just meant he needed more data. “Let’s… let’s try Tim today.”

“Tim,” Danny said with a grin. He seemed to just be able to take everything with a grin; it was amazing. “So, do I want to know why you sent me a picture of a turkey this morning?”

“I was paying you back for all the animal photos you send me. He’s my little brother’s.”

Danny tilted his head. “Your brother… has a turkey?”

“Yep.”

“Huh.”

Tim shrugged. “He’s weird. And I don’t mean like, normal weird in a nerdy way or very awkward. He’s just weird weird. One of those weird things is his pets.”

“Huh,” Danny said again. “What’s a pet turkey even like?”

“Loud and mean. But he does like to show off for pictures, so I figured I’d send you one. I was home, well, not where I live home, but you know what I mean—” Danny nodded to Tim’s words. “—to drop something off before I headed this way.”

They both leaned back as their food arrived and thanked the server. Silence settled over them as they got distracted by food. Tim took a large bite of his pokerito, chewing and swallowing before he made himself ask, “Do you have any siblings?”

He was bad at it, but he was really trying to get to know Danny properly. (And without just looking him up.)

(Or stalking.)

“An older sister and kinda a little sister? Which sound weird I guess but…”

“No, I get weird families, trust me. Like, I’m not related to any of mine,” Tim said.

Danny smiled gratefully at the easy acceptance, as if Tim wouldn’t after everything that Danny accepted about him. “They are. And, well, so are my sisters, but I love them. I don’t get to see them too much anymore. My oldest sister is out in Washington, the state not the city, and the younger travels a lot. She’s basically nomadic. She’s never been anywhere longer than a year. I like traveling some, but I don’t think I could ever do that. What about you, have you always lived in the Gotham area?”

“Basically. I did some study aboard—” in fighting, but whatever, “—but Gotham has aways been home. The city is basically in my blood at this point.”

“And knowing Gotham, some of your blood is in it too,” Danny quipped.

Tim gave an undignified little snort took another bite of his food to avoid saying anything snarky back. More of his blood was in the streets and buildings of Gotham than Danny would ever know or understand. “You’re from the Midwest somewhere, right?”

Danny gave one of his crooked little smiles that Tim was so fond of. “Is my accent still that obvious?”

“No, not really,” Tim assured him. “Picking out accents is just something that I’m good at. I mean, sure most people wouldn’t think you’re from here, but mostly you just sound ambiguously American."

“I guess I’ll take what I can,” Danny said. “But yeah I grew up in the great state of misery.”

Tim covered a laugh with a sip of his drink. “Missouri can’t have been that bad.”

“Naw, there were good parts—mostly my friends—but I’m glad to be gone. There was enough that I didn’t like or that made bad memories,” Danny said with a little shrug and smile.

“And Gotham’s treating you well?”

“You know, it is,” Danny said. “I’ve got an interesting job, my own place, school is going, and it lead me to you.”

“I mean, well, it lead you to Caroline,” Tim mumbled as he tried valiantly not to blush. By the way Danny grinned, the smile just slightly smug, Tim figured he had failed pretty badly.

“And I got a two for one deal out of it.” Danny paused and then continued. “At least a two for one deal. Maybe a three for one. Where else can someone get that sort of luck?”

This time, Tim couldn’t even try to hide his laughter. “That how you see it?”

Danny grinned back. “Yep, but in a totally not crude way. I just think that I’m pretty lucky.”

“I don’t know, in Gotham being messed up like this might put me one bad day from becoming a rogue.”

“Hey, no, you’re not messed up,” Danny said firmly, all of his humor disappearing. “You and Caroline and Alvin might be different, but you are not messed up. There’s nothing wrong with you.”

Tim glanced up at Danny from under his bangs. “Even though I’m not sure who I really am?”

“Even then. I think that most people don’t know who they are yet in college. You’re just taking it to the extreme.”

That made Tim laugh: the sort of laughter that threatened to turn into tears and leave Tim’s stomach aching. It had been a really long time since he’d laughed like that.

“If you ask anyone of the people who know me best, they’d tell you I tend to take everything to the extreme.”

“I know that too, I’ve slept with you,” Danny said with a wolfish smile that made Tim flush.

“That does not count as knowing,” Tim defended.

Danny just smiled wider and gave a little shrug. “Well, then that’s why we go on dates. I’ll know you well enough before long.”

“I hope you don’t come to regret that.” Tim hoped he sounded more teasing than worried.

By the way that Danny’s expression softened sadly Tim guessed he didn’t manage.

“Not going to pretend we’re a sure thing. We don’t know each other well enough to claim that,” Danny said. “But I try not to regret things in life, it just leads to a lot of being miserable about the past that you can’t change. If we don’t work out, that won’t have stopped me from enjoying the time that we have had. That won’t make me regret it.”

Tim blinked. “I think you might be smarter than a lot of people I know.”

Danny laughed and shook his head. “I don’t think that’s true. I’ve just learned a lot about life early on, whether I wanted to or not. I might as well get something out of it.”

“That sounds like the same thing as being wise to me,” Tim said. He felt almost defensive about Danny thinking poorly of himself like that.

“Well, thanks darling,” Danny mumbled with a blush and a duck of his head.

Tim took that as basically a win and went back to eating happily. He might not be able to do as much for Danny as Danny was doing for them, but he could at least try and let Danny know how great he was. Plus Danny’s blush was cute.

-

“Look a little like a murder den,” Tim commented as Danny lead them down the few steps to a basement apartment door. His words didn’t stop him though. If it was a murder den, he could handle it.

“It’s not a murder den,” Danny said. Clear amusement laced his words.

“Basement, dark street, no sign, blacked out windows… murder den.”

“Gotham rent prices, the street light is just out, you missed the sign, there’s a reason. Not a murder den.”

Tim frowned (just a little). “I don’t miss things.”

“I was kissing you.”

“Okay,” Tim said after a long pause, “maybe I miss some things.”

“I’m a good distraction,” Danny said smugly. He held open the door for them and stepped back.

It was almost like a portal into another world, one full of neon lights, electronic noises, and the most wonderfully hideous carpet that Tim had ever seen.

“An arcade?”

“An arcade,” Danny said and followed Tim inside. “It pretty much spans some machines from the heyday of arcades through the nineties and just into the early aughts with this ancient DDR pad over in the back.”

“It smells like dirty quarters, popcorn, and machine oil in here.”

“Yep.”

“It’s perfect.”

A pleased grin broke out across Danny’s features. He pulled out a ten out from his wallet and held it out towards Tim. “Then let’s get some quarters and start playing. I bet that I can kick your ass at Primal Rage.”

Tim snatched the bill with a smirk. “Maybe, but you have no chance against me in street fighter.”

“Get your quarters then and we’ll see, won’t we?”

The jostled each other as they both ran a ten through the change machine and collected the change in the slightly battered novelty cups that were stacked next to it. The clang of the quarters were soothing, in a weirdly disharmonious way, as they made an exploratory circuit of the arcaded and pointed out games that they might want to play later. The place did have a pretty nice variety, for all that the cabinets and machines were basically crammed side by side in the arcade.

They did end up at the Primal Rage machine first, where Tim proceeded to have his character brutally eviscerate by Danny’s raptor character.

“Wow.”

“We had this machine back where I grew up. My friend Tucker and I used to play it all the time,” Danny explained with a proud little smirk as he switched to the weird snake necked dinosaur.

Tim, giving up on dino kind, selected the ape. “Was little Danny a nerd?”

“Complete nerd,” Danny said. “Played video games, fascinated with NASA, two mad scientist parents; I was truly the bottom of the food chain. The jocks and popular kids sure let me know it too.”

“Bullies?” Tim asked sympathetically.

“Specifically one. Looking back I actually think that he had some toxic shit going on with his dad, masculinity, and probably his sexuality.”

“That doesn’t mean how he acted was alright,” Tim said. His character flew across the screen, trailing blood.

“Nope. But I can at least see a why. Besides, it was basically a life time ago now,” Danny said calmly while his win flashed up on screen. “I’m happy where I ended up.”

Tim leaned over to press a kiss to Danny’s cheek. “Good. Now come let’s go play Street Fighter so I can kick your ass as Chun-Li.”

Danny pretended to swoon, hands over his heart. “Ah, to have my ass kicked by a hot woman.”

“I don’t need to hear about your and Caroline’s sex life,” Tim said with a fake shudder that earned him a bark of laughter from Danny.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’m happy to have my ass kicked by a cute guy too.”

“You better be,” Tim said. “I think I’m morally obligated to take you to a gym on a date now.”

Danny pulled Tim into his arms, pressed Tim back against an arcade cabinet. “Hot, sweaty, pinned under you… I’m not going to complain.”

“Bet not,” Tim said with a quick peck to Danny’s lips. “But games now. It you get enough tickets to get me that hideous, knock-off Robin plushy I’ll blow you in the bathroom.

It was to watch Danny’s eyes dilate at the suggestion. He abandoned pinning Tim to tug them along. “Well, come on. After you kick my ass in Street Fighter, you’ll get to see a true master at skee ball.”

“Oh this I have to see.”

“Damn right you do,” Danny said with a wink and a blown kiss.

Tim found himself laughing yet again that day, and so glad for the man who kept making it happen.

[baka-bakeneko]

The Hunt

Feral Alpha!Logan Howlett x Mutant Fem!Reader

tags: NSFW, MDNI, mutant fem reader [a doppleganger mutancy], professor xavier/ ororo/ scott/ kurt/ rogue involved, strangers to lovers, logan in rut, feral alpha logan attempts to tame himself, animal/bait mentality, scents/smells, flirty sparring, dry humping, voyeurism, panty stealing, shower masturbation, mind reading [Xavier you dirty dog], oral sex [reader receiving], fingering, size difference, too big for you, slight praise kink, clothed sex, cowgirl, multiple orgasms, mating press missionary, knotting, discussion of knotting/ rut

wc: 8.8k

Logan was awake for hours before the house was. He heard the mansion settle around him in soft creaks, the sun slowly peeking through the curtains at the break of dawn.

He committed himself to stay in bed until he was forced out, feeling that today would be disastrous. Logan felt it deep in his core, his nose flaring with a growl rumbling through his mouth.

He was sliding into the pit of rut.

He regretted opening his eyes. Logan was short on normal days, but for the week of rut, he was an irate short-fuse.

He was aware of it, knew how the others reacted to him. Logan groaned, turning onto his side with a groan to himself.

Looking at his door, he noticed it was unlocked. Even though his bed drew him in, Logan knew he'd be better off just locking himself inside for the day.

Maybe he'd slip a note to someone passing by for them to bring him lunch. Logan pulled himself upright, swinging his legs over the edge, ready to commit himself to his room.

But his nose twitched at a intriguing scent moving outside of his door. He heard the soft creak of the floorboards, the tender cracks of feet as they shuffled.

He mapped the layout of the house, trying to recognize who it was outside his door. Logan was at the door as soon as he knew it was you.

He pried his door open a crack, peeking his nose out to sniff after you. Your scent to him was spiced, sweet tangerine with a bite of ginger.

It ate into his belly, only fueling the slippery descent into his rut.

You were actually trying to stay quiet on this early morning. You hadn't been able to stay asleep for long, replaying Professor Xavier's lecture overnight.

He'd called you into his office to talk about your powers. He mentioned that you were holding back too much, that doing so would only stunt your growth further.

It was still in your head as you shuffled past Logan's room, too enveloped in how you should've responded. If you were stuck on it too long, you'd split into two and become the literal angel and devil.

It was more of a parlor trick than a power. What use was it in tactical prowess and missions?

Logan only watched you shuffle by, his mouth parting in a soft pant. He caught himself, clamping his hand over his mouth as his eyes dragged down your body.

Logan chastised himself for the thought of your clothes being easily accessible. Your oversized heather gray X shirt showed a peek of shoulder. Your shorts, also branded with the X academy logo, were tempting at too short.

The white hem of them cut right at the cusp of your ass, leaving your legs to look so long. The legwarmer-slipper combo didn't really help either, Logan imagined that they'd be easier to grip over your head.

He bristled at the encroaching dark thoughts, retreating back into his room. You paused halfway down the hall, looking behind you as you heard the door creak.

Logan's door slowly shut as you stared at it, tilting your head before making your way to the kitchen. You hadn't had the pleasure to meet Logan in entirety. It was only rumors and stories you heard about him, seeing flashes of him in the hallway.

A part of you, always the diabillo, always felt him near. She bristled inside you, like you were a glass jar she'd turn in his direction and the heat would accumulate there. You ignored her, continuing your shuffling.

Logan barricaded against his door, clutching his chest to regain his conscience. His stomach growled, unsated, though not in the way of hunger.

He smacked his nose, hoping to rid your scent from his senses. Logan tried his best to avoid you, but his carnal curiosity got the better of him.

He knew that to sate that part of him, he'd have to leave the room. He knew he would, just to squash the feral slice of his mind needing to hunt you down.

Logan managed to make his own internal agreement with himself. He'd join at breakfast only, one bowl of cereal, across the table from you and hold minimal conversation or eye contact. The bare minimum was all he'd be able to manage before returning his room. Otherwise he wasn't sure how he'd behave.

Logan was the last in the kitchen, grabbing a bowl carefully and walking to the dining room. His eyes scanned cautiously around the table, noticing that the table was packed around. Except for the single seat next to you.

Of course, he thought, readying himself to retreat to his room in defeat.

"Logan, how nice of you to join us," Storm said with a nod of acknowledgement. "We saved you a seat."

You glanced up from your bowl of cereal to see Logan in the kitchen doorway, wearing a grey X branded jacket. His hair was noticeably bed-styled, his demeanor nothing of friendly.

Logan bit down a snarl, his hackles raising at the sudden audience turned to him. He nodded to Xavier and Kurt, then circled the table to sit by you.

He slid into the table, his hands grabbing under the seat to straighten up. Logan's knuckles brushed against your thigh, feeling your soft skin and sparing a peek to your shorts again.

He shut his eyes a moment to regain himself, your shorts ridden up while seated. Logan reached blindly for the box of cereal, guiding it to the lip of his bowl and pouring it in.

He'd failed at part of his agreement already, wanting to cut his losses and stow away in his room. The touch of your skin would do wonders to his imagination now: squeezing your thighs so tightly that he bruises your skin while forcing your knees to your chest.

His eyes shot open, setting the cereal box upright before reaching for the milk. You peeked from the corner of your eye at the stranger next to you, the infamous Logan you'd heard about.

His knuckles grazing you was the first touch you'd had in a while, it caught your breath.

"Xavier, do we have plans for the new recruits?" Storm, Ororo, asked to the head of the table.

Undoubtedly, she was talking about you. Her elbow nudged at yours, smiling at you when she did so.

"Have you seen the training room yet? It's so big," she whispered over to you.

"I was thinking," Xavier began, looking over to Logan who was hurriedly shoveling cereal into his mouth. "Maybe Logan could spar with our new recruit. Get to know each other."

Logan paused, spoon in his mouth as he grunted in Xavier's direction. Hunched over his bowl like the animal within him, Logan looked to the head of the table at Xavier.

The man remained unfazed, unamused, by Logan's actions at the dining table. Logan narrowed his eyes at the professor, wondering why he was volunteered for such a thing especially during his worst time.

Xavier raised his brows at Logan, his eyes barely shifting to you talking to Ororo. Logan cocked his jaw, wanting to evade any proximity to you if he could help it.

"Want do you think, my dear?" Xavier pitched to you, directing your attention back to Logan, then the professor.

"I-I don't think that'd be too bad," you spoke up, glancing to Logan next to you and at Xavier again. "If Logan doesn't mind."

Logan shut his eyes in the direction of Xavier, taking a deep breath in as he settled down from you saying his name. He'd failed two parts of his agreement now.

He struggled to not peel back his top lip, wanting to project distaste though his beast was awaiting the opportunity. He'd hunt you after all, descend on you like a depraved wolf and ingest you with a ferocity that would leave you begging.

Logan's eye twitched, shutting his eyes to reel back to reality. He straightened forward in his seat, dropping his hand to his side.

But his knuckles brushed back down your thigh, making all the way to your shorts. You flinched softly, retreating your leg from his touch though your heart skipped.

"Fine, but only for ten minutes." He grit out, fighting against the ebbing flare in his throat.

He shouldn't have agreed at all, even as he flashed a glare back at Xavier. The professor was practically setting you up as bait and Logan wasn't above taking it.

You smiled over at Logan, hoping that your sentiment would reflect on him. He seemed a foreboding presence, hunched forward shoulders as the hair on his neck bristled like an agitated animal.

His eyes flicked over to you for a second, shocking your smile away, before returning to hoard his cereal into his mouth.

Logan stood before the open doors of the sunroom. The floor was padded with mats, the wooden walls patched up in a similar fashion.

He didn't bother to break to his room, knowing that changing would only delay the inevitable. He'd still need a shower afterwards anyway.

Peering into the room, he watched you card your fingers together then bend forward to touch the floor. You'd opted out of your short shorts, much to Logan's relief and dismay, and into the uniform lyrca spandex given.

They were better and worse on him at the same time; Logan's heart was settled at the lack of skin, but the tightness of them left less to the imagination than before.

He grit his teeth, ready to peel his eyes from you in a moment's notice, but he stared at the apple of your ass guided to the sky. Logan's nose twitched, ready to take in the scent of your clothed pussy presented like this to him.

He swatted at his nose again, shut his eyes and tried to make another agreement to himself. He would not linger. Logan had to stay quick on his feet for the ten minutes because if he paused for a moment too long around you, he'd descend into his hunger.

You held your palms to the mat, doing your best to lengthen your back before sighing at the relief of doing so. Logan's cock twitched at the sound that escaped you, having to turn around in the doorway to regain himself.

Standing upright, you turned at the waist to loosen up then caught sight of the foreboding Logan in the doorway.

"Hey, you ready?" You asked in his direction, turning around fully to face him.

Logan stiffened, readily counting down the minutes left of his social contract. As soon as he returned to his room, he'd board it shut for the week and let his mind run rampant. Anything to soothe the heated knots in his core and the damper on his shoulders.

"Yeah," Logan barked, turning around again and entering the room.

You rolled your shoulders as Logan walked onto the mat, shrugging off his jacket to reveal his built torso.

You paused, taking in Logan's chest adorned with the manly growth of hair. He looked more animal the more you took him in, his hair no longer looking undone but sprouted in short peaks resembling wolf-like ears.

Logan's nose twitched, catching onto your scent anew before him. But this time, a touch dampened.

He raised his brows at you, raising his hands ready to react to your first move. "Let's not waste time."

You gulped, mirroring his hands out. When Xavier suggested sparring, you thought it was more to show off your power of splitting.

Instead you were before this foreboding man, the beast more so, his stature drawing an icy chill from you.

Logan stared at you, awaiting your next move. He expected you to playfully tap his wrist to dissuade the tension, but you were frozen in the spot.

Your feet spread to a fighter's stance, only following Logan's lead in the stringent dance.

Logan bit back a smirk, his neck stretching as the feral gnaw within him egged him to lurch. He took a quick step into your space, causing your heart to jerk in response.

His ears perked at the sound, catching onto the strained vein in your neck from surprise. Logan acted again, earning a short gasp from you.

You tried to stabilize yourself, feeling the double at your back rear up with ferocity. It was an immediate split, the negative feelings from you condensing into a separate entity.

Logan watched as you slowly divided from yourself, an almost exact clone of you stood behind you. All different from them was the reddened tint in their eyes.

"Cute trick," he huffed in the direction of double. "What can it do?"

You squared your shoulders, your actions concentrated to one and not the other. When you regained yourself, you rushed at Logan to occupy your hands.

Each slap at his hands, he caught back with his own reaction. Your forearms met together, causing you to hide a wince at his heavy frame.

Logan spared an amused huff at your efforts, finally able to focus on anything but his throbbing cock. He squeezed his fist, producing his adamantium claws with a soft warble from their appearance l.

"Does she feel pain?" He asked, raising a brow at you.

Logan broke from staring in your eyes, losing his inner will to not advance. He glanced to where your double was previously, then was surprised when you shoved him off.

"Do you?" You asked, watching as your double took a high step off of the back wall to throw a punch at Logan's jaw.

You winced, both at the impact that turned Logan's face with his teeth bared and your knuckles throbbing in react to his hard jaw.

Logan took a second to regain himself, the punch only disorienting him momentarily. You and your double took the chance: they clamped onto his back as you grabbed onto his extended arm and climbed onto it.

In an instant, you hyper-extended your body on his arm, wrapping your legs around the back of his neck to squeeze him into quick submission.

Your double harassed his sides with their short nails, playing dirty as only they could. Logan grunted, attempting to stand tall while the two of you held on tight.

His mind instantly rushed with the thought of your trick doing wonders to him, riding his face and his cock to tide him over. Logan glared heavily at the ceiling, willing himself to not get hard in your presence.

He was trying to regain his track of time, even as your thighs squeezed tighter at his arm to his neck. Logan took a knee to the mat, reaching with his free arm to pry your double off of his back.

You grabbed onto his hand, pulling it up to your shoulder but holding his fingers away from your neck. Logan was reaching his limit of playfully sparring and edging towards possessively ending things.

He took his other knee, leaning over your body to not give way to using his claws to win. You huffed, your hands gripping his wrist as your double finally fended off with you taking the lead.

The strength came back to you when they returned to you, adding a rush of adrenaline to your heart while staring at this man squeezed between your legs.

Logan's nose flicked, taking in more of your scent, the newer dampened kind. It was sweet, cloying to the back of his throat and making him swallow.

His eyes fluttered at the sensation, knowing that you were sating a minuscule flame by scent alone. He reached to tap out, touching your thigh when he did so.

You blinked at the feeling of his touch, a rush going through you with a catch of your breath. Releasing him, you dropped your arms to the mat and looked down at Logan.

He paused, realizing that his obligation to sparring with you was officially over. And yet, he made no moves to scurry away.

Your legs, with him squaring before you, were draped at his shoulders. The sight did a number on your stomach, making your head go light at the fantastical thought of him descending on you.

Logan mapped your face, noting the flush on your cheeks as his mouth went dry. His internal hunger was piqued further by the looks of you.

You were spent, knowing that one ten minute session wouldn't make you a fighter, but Logan was entertained by his bait making a play.

He rested his fists outside of your hips, leaning forward to brush his stiff bulge against the seat of your spandex.

You raised your chin to stifle a low moan, meeting Logan's dark pupils taking over. You pitched again as Logan pressed a bit further, carefully rutting his sheathed cock against your clothed pussy.

"Logan," you stammered, your knees folding further to spur the feral man on.

He huffed, beast descending, and rutted harder against you. Your scent renewed again, which delighted Logan's nose as he flattened his hips to the backs of your thighs.

"Say...say my name again," Logan grit, wanting your pitiful voice to tease at his rut.

You arched your hips, meeting his bulge to your clothed clit. Your lips parted with a pant of Logan's name again and he snarled, barely taming himself to recede.

"How's the training going?" Ororo's voice carried before entering the doorway, allowing Logan the moment to back off.

He fought with himself, clamping his hand over his mouth and nose before standing on his feet. You dropped your legs as you turned your head, watching Logan breeze past Ororo showing up in the doorway then up the stairs.

You breathed out, staring after Logan before meeting Ororo's questioning gaze. "You okay? Was he too rough?"

You shut your eyes, turning your head to the ceiling in disbelief.

Logan shut himself in his room, biting into the crevice of his hand and mutedly groaning out his frustration. He had gone too far, past himself and fed into the roaring wildfire within him.

His cock rutted against the door, seething at the memory of your soft thighs against his hips, the tempting heat of your pussy.

If he'd been given a second more, he'd have torn your pants off. Logan wasn't sure whether it would be fully him if given the chance.

Ororo held her hand out to pull you upright, allowing you to straighten out your clothes before giving you a once over.

"What'd you do to him?" She asked with a sly smile. "And can you teach me for when he's a pain?"

You laughed nervously, the sweat on your forehead chilling a degree as you reached for the back of your neck. "I dunno."

Ororo shared your laugh, more amused than you were. "Why don't you get changed, we're hanging out in the yard. You gotta see Kurt and Scott play tennis. Scott is such a cheater."

You grinned with Ororo resting her arm on your shoulders. "Okay, sure. Let me shower first."

Logan broke away from the door, rushing to his bed. He grabbed at one of his pillows, fluffed it up in the center of his bed then tore into it with his claws.

In a quiet frenzy of feathers, he panted as he stared at the makeshift remedy. It was nothing substantial, and uninviting with the burrow riddled with feather quills. Logan snarled, shrugging at the waistband of his sweats to chase the quick relief.

His animal balked, making him growl at himself. He smacked the thought, and pillow, away. Logan held his face in his hands, sheathing his claws at an attempt to regain his control.

After a beat of silence, Logan grabbed a change of clothes and opened his door to scope out the floor. Seeing he was alone, he dashed down the hallway to the communal showers, shutting the door.

He paused at the sound of the stream going, wondering who he'd have to encounter for a semblance of peace. Logan walked carefully around the block wall to see the shower room filling with steam.

He set his clothes on the counter, stopping to look at a similar pile of clothes on the corner. Leaning over to look, he noticed a pair of cotton underwear folded between a shirt and tennis skirt.

Logan raised a brow, glancing over to the stall being used for the shower and noticed a burn mark starting from your tail bone, lining up next to your spine before ending in a spade like flare just beneath your shoulder blade.

His breath caught, his nostrils flaring at the sloshes of water that ran down your skin. Your hair tangled up with shampoo, Logan's eyes raked along your shoulders, then down your legs before landing at your ass.

He leaned against the counter for a moment, soaking up the sight of you for future use. He bit at his inside lip, drawing blood as his cock strained with immeasurable pain. Glancing back at your clothes, Logan swiped your underwear from the stack and stuffed them into his sweatpants pocket.

Inside, he chastised himself for doing so but figured it'd be better, and softer, than fucking his pillow. Stripping down, he stepped into the furthest stall from you and turned the water on hot.

You circled in the stall, glancing out to the previously empty shower room. You saw your clothes on the counter, then another set of clothes on the far end of the counter.

In the dewy fog of the mirror there was a figure in the furthest stall from you. You tilted your head back to rinse your hair, shutting your eyes to revel in the echoing silence of the tiled room.

Logan's ears perked over the echoing silence of the tiled room to hear the low sighs from you. His eyes twinged at his pupils dilating, his mind holding onto your sounds as he reached for his cock.

Without soap, Logan stroked his vein-strained cock barely containing the groan from doing so. He attempted to keep his noises to a minimum, letting a few soft whimpers and moans escape him as he tried to cum quickly.

It was an itching chase towards an ounce of relief. He leaned forward, bracing his forearm against the shower wall while the hot water battered down his back. The steam accumulated, catching in his throat and driving him to pant outwardly.

Tilting his head back, Logan tried to catch a dry breath of air, letting slip a pleased groan.

You froze in the shower stall, feeling the warm water on your back chill to ice instantly. You pulled your head from the stream to listen in on Logan.

Staring at his reflection in the mirror, you watched his back flex, hunched in the stream of his own shower.

Your chest felt compacted in the steam, your breath catching higher the more his noises seeped through.

You slid a hand over your thigh, gripping your own flesh before drawing yourself out. Rinsing off in a short huff, you shut off your water then walked out of the stall.

Logan paused, holding his cock in his hand as he listened in on you leaving. He tilted his ear in your direction, waiting for you to dress while his heart clutched.

The flashing thought of your skirt swishing freely with no panties to hide his newly found grail. He reminisced on the scent of your pussy, stroked mildly at rutting against you.

You quickly changed into your clothes, wringing out your hair before pulling on your shirt. Reaching under your skirt, you expected to find your panties next to your socks. However, you were met with the granite of the counter.

Glaring into the mirror, you expected to be met with Logan's teasing smirk but he was unmoving in his stall. With a narrowing of your eyes, you grit your teeth and pulled on your skirt then grabbed the rest of your soiled clothes from the floor and left.

You dropped your clothes off in your laundry basket, rushing to grab another pair of underwear. When you opened the drawer, you remembered that they were your last clean pair before having to do the laundry again.

With a gulp, you straightened your skirt out, measuring the length of them before giving up and going out to the yard. You made no sudden springy movements, going to sit at the patio table with Ororo and Xavier while they spectated Scott and Kurt's tennis game.

Logan snapped his head up from focusing on his cock when the door slammed after you. He smirked lowly, flashing the knob to cold then off before going to his pile of clothes and dressing.

You sat back in your patio seat, taking in the sun and scent of manicured grass and bushes surrounding the mansion yard. Your legs were crossed tightly over one another, straightening your skirt out underneath to keep yourself decent for however long you sat around.

"How was sparring?" Xavier asked, following the neon yellow ball back and forth between the two mens' rackets.

You flashed your head up to meet Xavier's squinted glare; your mind scrambled with what to say to explain anything that happened.

"It was eventful," you said, looking over to Ororo and back.

You met Xavier's eyes again, the silence growing before the Professor's eyebrows raised. "I see."

You nervously smiled, straightening up a bit. "I mean, it was only ten minutes. He called my power 'cute'."

Xavier's mouth straightened in a line, nodded once before turning to see Logan walking into the backyard. "I'd never known him to use that word. Logan?"

You glared at Logan, your eyes shadowed by the sunlight. He was dressed in a plaid shirt unbuttoned, a beater and another pair of sweatpants. Your breath caught again, your legs becoming heavy with the threat of uncross.

"What's up?" He asked, standing next to Xavier, resting his hand on the back of the Professor's chair.

"How was training?" Xavier asked, still looking at you.

You straightened up in your seat, now looking to Logan. He tried to maintain a chaste view of you, even with your panties stuffed into his pocket.

It was short-lived, his eyes raking down to your skirt; the way it fell against your thighs and the crease of your legs clamped together.

With a gulp, Logan turned his attention to Xavier: "It was fine."

Xavier's straight mouth returned, offering the man a soft shake of his head.

"Oh, what did you two do?" Ororo asked, pulling her teacup to her lips to hide her smirk.

"Nothing," you, and Logan, added quickly. You turned to Logan then back to Ororo.

"Nothing happened," you repeated to her, sitting upright to rest your arms on the dark wood table.

"You pinned him, I wouldn't say that's nothing," Xavier mentioned, pulling his own teacup up to take a sip.

"You pinned him?" Ororo repeated, turning to Logan as she set down her cup. "She pinned you?"

Logan grit, his mouth forming its own tense line before looking at Xavier. You did the same.

"I-I didn't say anything," you said, trying to explain yourself to Logan.

Logan's shoulders relaxed in a heavy sigh just as Ororo giggled in delight: "You didn't have to."

Raising a brow at Logan, he shook his head and nodded to Xavier. "He reads minds."

You stiffened, your eyes slowly migrating over to Professor Xavier. He smiled, tipping his cup to you.

"Secret's safe with me, my dear."

You deflated, trying your best to hold Xavier's gaze though you wanted to see what Logan was making of it. Opening your mouth to make some sort of explanation, you were interrupted by Rogue calling out to the yard that she was making lunch if anyone wanted a sandwich.

You were unmoved, though Kurt and Scott were quick to leave the tennis court. Ororo stood up, grabbing the teapot in the center table and offered to brew a second pot.

"I'll help you, my dear." Xavier opted, gearing his wheelchair across the patio and through the glass doors before they shut after him.

You were left alone with Logan once again. He was unmoving from across the table, staring over at you while you shut your eyes to keep your breath.

"I bet he saw what we did," Logan said, circling around the table and leaning against it before you. "That's why he left, made Ororo go too."

You opened your eyes to meet Logan's eyes, dark and warm, though his pupils appeared to be pulsing.

"We-I--" you tried to respond though your stomach was knotting nervously.

The heat of the day, combined with the quick recall of Logan rubbing against you, made you clench your legs tighter. It was a fruitless endeavor, Logan could smell your wet as it caught onto your skirt.

He wasn't sure how much further he could be around you without relief. He was throwing caution to the wind, thinking he could withstand another soft breeze in your presence without breaking down to convince you to...

You undid your legs, parting your legs after the strain of keeping chaste. "You like panties, Logan?"

You rested your arms on the chair, righting yourself to allow the breeze to blow teasingly upskirt. Logan turned on his hip to face you, dipping his hand into his pocket to loop a finger around the cotton.

He peeled them out, flashing them over to you. "I call it a consolation prize, for tapping out earlier."

You tempted your tongue between your lips, shifting in your seat to bring back the friction Logan gave you earlier.

"I thought the humping would be enough of a consolation," you said, crossing your ankles together.

Logan showed his grit teeth, his eyes slipping to take in your outfit. "I'd call that an appetizer." He dangled the soft cotton panties from his middle finger, folding it into his hand to rub his thumb against the lining of them.

"I like it fresh," he teased, his brow barely taunting from its resting spot.

You straightened your neck, rolling your shoulders back to push your chest forward. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Logan smiled boyishly, something that you wanted from this specific man since you got here. Your heart fumbled, which Logan heard and it made his mouth water.

"Your pussy, darlin'. My main course."

With the words leaving his mouth, you expected him to burst into laughter. But his maw was left open, adjusting his jaw as you bit back your eager want for him to eat you.

Logan stepped closer, nudging a knee between yours to separate them. "It's been on my mind all morning."

You tried to steady yourself, meeting Logan's eyes again as he loomed over you. There was nothing you felt that you could say to make it better. Your stomach was now melted to nothing, spreading your legs further than Logan silently willed.

Logan mapped out your face, giving no leeway to your want or disgust. You glanced over to the glass doors behind Logan, noticing the curtain furl.

You stood, coming close to Logan to take his musk. Naturally woodsy, his sweat undertoned by a metallic heat that came off of him. Your breath was lost again, glancing to his naked collarbone then his neck and finally him.

"All morning?" You asked in a soft voice.

Logan heard your question clear as day in his ears, focusing all of his starved attention on you. The bait was acting alone now, luring him to a salvation he'd forgotten about.

He lost his words, his nostrils flaring as he gruffed at you. You folded your lips together, staring down at the terracotta patio beneath both of your feet.

You glanced over your shoulder to the corners of the shrub garden then back to him. "Out of sight?"

Logan's face quirked in amusement at your question, his brow tempting to curl. "I'll eat you out on the dining table if you prefer."

Your heart sank down your body just as the invigorating shock shot up your spine. Logan peeked down to see your nipples peaking through your heather blue X shirt, making him wet his bottom lip patiently.

You grabbed onto his shirt, pulling him after you onto the grass then into the flower garden. You were intoxicated in his proximity, lowering down onto the ground for him to make up the distance.

Logan did so, leaning in to fervently kiss your lips. He'd never dreamt of a kiss so hungry, licking into your mouth to scour your taste before pulling away to grip your jaw.

You ground your ass into the tilled dirt, becking after Logan's mouth to chase the instant high rushing through you.

Logan went for broke, touching at your legs and admiring them under his fingertips. He hissed at your neck, his nose wiggling to inhale all you gave off. The supple sweetness of your skin: your lotion barely washed off, your shampoo still fragrant in the nape of your neck, your pussy wet just a cherry on top to the intricate bouquet of you.

He nipped at your skin, licked down and up your neck before finding your kiss again. You panted into his mouth, chasing for more just as he balked and dragged his nose down your chest.

Logan gripped at your breast through your shirt, breathing over the soft peak of your nipple before closing his mouth over it. You bucked, your heels grinding into the dirt while you stifled yourself.

Logan parted from your nipple, turning to swirl his nose around the other before continuing down your body. He licked his lips fully at your skirt, taking the hem of it and slowly peeling it back to reveal your pussy.

For once his imagination matched up, your naked pussy a wet mess. You parted your thighs further to allow Logan a better view and he appreciated it. His cock appreciated it, the inner animal appreciated it.

He stretched his body out in the dirt after you, circling his hands at your hips in admiration. Logan dragged his lips at your thigh, taking grip of it to kiss heartily at your skin.

His lips sectioned on your flesh, nibbling carefully between kisses before turning to your other leg and doing the same. Your legs were already shaking in anticipation, your heels raising out of the dirt.

Logan leveled you back down with a crestfallen glare up your body. He placed a hand at your stomach, giving you the instance to connect.

"Let me..." he began, panting and licking at the inside of your thigh. "At my own pace. Don't rush."

You gripped at his hand, steeling your resolve and nodding carefully at him. Logan smirked, taking his lips to kiss your clit.

You flinched, but didn't buck after him when he retreated. You bit at your bottom lip, staring this man down as he kept your eyes and licked a soft stripe against your pussy.

Your brows knitted together, opening your mouth to groan. Your squeezing hand on his tensed, unsure if you wouldn't last as long as he intended for you.

"Keep it here, beautiful," Logan purred, circling his tongue against your clit. "Focus here."

Your chest felt an internal skip, keeping Logan's eyes as he finally gave in to his want and began work his tongue on and around your pussy before inching a finger into you.

Your eyes crossed, trying to hold on while his thick digit pumped into your walls. You broke, tilting your head away from his gaze to cry out.

"I love that noise," Logan muttered, breaking from your pussy to caress your thigh again.

His finger never stopped, pumping a bit faster to follow the pulsing of your walls. When he pulled it out slightly, he opted a second finger in and watched you break further.

Your walls welcomed him eagerly, writhing softly in the dirt at the feeling. Logan returned to your clit, aiding you and his fingers as they curled and stroked.

"Is that good?" He growled, losing all humanity in his voice as red began to taint his vision.

The vignette circled his eyes, leaving you the sole focus in his mind. You crooned, nodding carelessly as your hand squeezed a bit tighter at his.

Logan continued, grinding his rigid cock into the dirt beneath him. The thought piqued in the back of his mind, straightening a third finger to match his others and working it into you.

You panted out, seating your hips a bit harder in the dirt as Logan pumped three fingers into you with intent.

He smacked his lips, dragging them against your thigh before biting at your skin. You moaned, your thigh twitching in response.

"I gotta work you open," Logan offered, his voice piggybacking on a growl stuck in his throat. "My cock won't in your tight pussy just yet."

Your eyes watered, watching the beast come undone from the man. You nodded in agreement, holding out for Logan to do as told.

Your pussy was throbbing from the attention, your clit hitting the cool air and beckoning you overboard.

"It feel good, sweetheart?" Logan asked, not expecting an answer as he returned to your clit. "You wanna cum on my fingers? The wetter you get, the easier I'll be."

You were breaking now, your hand guiding Logan's up under your shirt to take handful of your breast. He smiled against your pussy, sucking on your clit harder as he worked at your nipple.

You raised your hips slightly, the work of Logan's knuckles sliding through you hard to ignore. Logan slurped, sating the rumble in his stomach with your taste.

"Come on, beautiful, come on. In my mouth, on my fingers," Logan slurred against you, his words vibrating into you.

You tightened your stomach, sitting up to meet his eyes again. Logan stared along the lengthened topography of your body, taking a tender squeeze at your breast just as your other hand went to his hair.

He smirked, raising his nose before nudging down. "I want to watch you cum."

His fingers sped up, his lips suctioned at your clit to drive you to see stars in your vision. You couldn't hold back your noises, moaning lowly down your body as Logan squeezed at your nipple.

"Logan," you gasped, coiling on his actions at once and tightening your fingers in his hair as you came.

Riding into his mouth and fingers, you whimpered at the rolling lush within you, making you floaty while your heart raced.

When you felt you were finished, Logan continued. He drew out a few twitches in your knees, your stomach tightening as you pussy pulsed around Logan's fingers.

Logan licked you clean, making long stripes at your pussy as he slid his fingers out. The long string of your wet followed, his digits coated in your essence.

You whined at his retreat, your body collapsing after the synapses stopped firing. You caught your breath, lolling your head back between your shoulders.

Logan licked heartily at his wet fingers, savoring your mild taste before sitting up on his knees to slide his hand down his pants. He stroked his cock with the remnant of your wet on his hand, only working his rampant urge further.

Pulling his hand out, he glanced over to the glass doors then back down at you. "Let's go upstairs, sweetheart."

You sat up, sighing at the wisps of pleasure that slipped through you. Meeting Logan's eyes, you nodded, your stomach tickled at chasing another high.

Logan refrained from showing surprise on his face, his brows laxing from his eyes before grabbing your wrist and leg, hoisting you over his shoulders.

You squeaked, feeling his arm curl around your leg as you rested on his built shoulders. The dirt on your skirt shed down his body as Logan stood up, making his way across the backyard onto the patio.

He puffed his chest in silent triumph, readily showing his trophy as he opened the back door. When he stepped inside, he noticed Xavier and Ororo sharing tea in the doorway of the dining room.

Logan raised a brow at the two of them, moreso Ororo who'd pulled up a chair next to Xavier's wheelchair.

"Really?" Logan grit as you ducked your head in slight embarrassment.

Xavier was unmoved as Ororo nervously stood and attempted to hide her smile with her teacup.

"I'd predicted this," Xavier said, taking another sip before moving his chair into the dining room. "Ororo, you owe me dinner."

"Professor," Ororo stressed, following Xavier into the room, leaving Logan to glance at you turning bright in embarrassment.

He jostled you tenderly, shaking his head before carrying you upstairs. Logan glanced around the floor then rushed into his room. He carefully tossed you onto his bed, watching you bounce among the stray feathers from his desecrated pillow.

His brows flexed, watching your skirt flow at the same, allowing him another glance at your naked pussy. You settled yourself in the center of the bed, holding your hands out to brace yourself.

Logan stood at the edge of his bed, eyes raking up and down your body, rewarding himself with the presence of you in his bed. Now that you were here, he was unsure where to have you first, if you'd recoil after the first time.

Logan clambered onto his bed over you, his hand haltingly touched up your thigh before pulling your leg to his hip. You touched his cheek, earning his soft snarl before relinquishing. Your fingers slipped further before reaching his hair, combing through it with his short locks curling around your digits.

Logan leaned into your neck, inhaling your scent as his hands kneaded at your bare thighs and up to your ass. He turned you both over, finding his back to the bed.

You adjusted over Logan, resting your knees on the bed to brace his waist and his unyielding, actively throbbing cock. You gasped, looking down at where you sat then to Logan.

He smirked knowingly, barely raising his brows as his eyes did the teasing. "I told you."

Your brows knitted in concern, raising on your knees as Logan curled an arm arounf your waist. With his free hand, he shrugged at a hip of his sweats, his cock barely snaking from its confines before grabbing it alone.

You looked down at his grip on his cock, his fist barely taking half of his length. He was strained with veins, a member stringent and alert with his cockhead red and leaking with precum.

"Oh, oh my god," you breathed, your chest tightening as your pussy pulsed in response.

You braced a hand to Logan's chest, shifting over Logan's cock before raising higher on your knees to point his cockhead to your entrance.

The two of you met eyes, Logan's irises blown to obsidian while he panted. You pouted softly, sinking onto Logan's length. His cockhead popped into you, instantly making you tempt a sated smile.

Logan restrained himself, shutting his eyes to ease out a breath. He'd allow you the lead at first, but was itching to take over.

He'd need to sink his cock deep into you after all, for his own relief. Logan knew that he'd make his knot fit in you, but that was getting ahead of himself.

Your hand gripped at his beater, whimpering as you wiggled your hips to slide Logan further in.

"You're taking me so well," Logan praised, reaching under your skirt to caress your hip.

You felt his thumb on your skin, coaxing you further until you couldn't anymore. Your eyes lulled, fluttering, at reaching an internal pause.

You rolled your hips again, squeaking when you did before attempting to reverse on Logan's length. Logan huffed at the white-hot core of you, enraptured with the roll of your hips at an attempt to go further.

Logan propped himself up on his elbow, his hand on your hip stilling you with a hiss. You moaned, leaning back an inch to lift off of him.

His nostrils flared at your retreat, your pulsing walls slicking his length. You paused halfway, returning your way down on Logan's length again.

His brows shot, his hand tensing to clench your hip but groaned out instead.

"T-too much, I can't," you mewled, bowing forward against his chest.

Logan huffed mirthlessly, slowly righting you on him. "C'mon beautiful, just a little longer like this. Then I'll take over."

Your pout protruded, staring at Logan for him to take over that instant. He stretched his hand over to your mound, finding your clit and stroking it gently.

You hiccuped, losing sight as your eyes fluttered. Your knees tempted to squeeze at his sides, but Logan's other hand held your kneecap.

"Relax, relax," he ordered lowly, his hand snaking up your thigh coaxingly. "Just let...go."

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to do as Logan said but feeling your neck twinge in strain. Logan tilted his head, unable to help himself from taking you in.

"Come here," Logan said, pushing himself further forward for you to meet his lips.

He kissed you, earning a heightened moan from you. Logan's thumb kept stroking your clit, making you slowly melt around his length.

You hummed, twitching at each touch he gave you. His fingers spread against your waist, taking in more of your miniscule movements. Each soft buck your hips did earned his hums of encouragement into your mouth.

When he parted from your lips, you rested your forehead against his. You panted lowly against his lips, your hand going for the back of Logan's neck.

"Are you gonna be a good girl and cum again?" He asked, nudging his nose against yours.

Logan was biding his time, luring you further in before he took hold. His hand at your thigh continued up your side, shrugging your shirt up to reveal your breasts.

You nodded against his forehead, slowly raising up on your knees then back down in a slow rhythm. He sneered, his top lip peeling back to reveal a sharp white canine.

"I'm gonna ruin you," he growled, letting you ride him as he breathed against you and stroked your carnal fire.

Logan's hand cupped under your breast, bucking into you when you sank down on his length. You gasped before Logan's mouth, nodding against his forehead in agreement.

"Yes, ruin me," you hissed, arching into Logan's touch as his thumb stroked your clit and flicked at your nipple in tandem.

And you moaned outwardly, your mouth gaping open as you nudged his nose for his kiss again. You were edging on the precipice of pleasure, clenching around Logan's girth.

Logan seethed, hummed and bided his time. "You're such a beautiful mess right now. Can I get you to cry?"

Your face scrunched, holding out though your eyes threatened. "Fuck, Logan. D-don't."

Logan grinned against your lips, taking your lips in another kiss. At the same time, he pinched tenderly at your nipple, bringing you to arch into him and orgasm on his cock.

"That's...my girl," he purred, circling his hand from your clit to grab your ass. Logan guided you to rock your hips on him, slowly taking more of his length in.

You gasped away from his mouth, feeling his cock push further into you. Logan hummed, running his nose down the length of your throat as he muttered his praises.

He lifted a hip, turning your over in his bed to lie down. Logan lifted your leg, thrusting further into you.

You threw your head back, squeezing your eyes shut to not draw tears. "Logan," you squealed, reaching to grip at Logan's only good pillow.

Logan lowered over you, righting his hips against your before pulling out. He took hold of your shirt, peeling it up over your face before tangling it in your arms.

He went for your skirt, tugging it down your legs as he sat on his haunches. You writhed on Logan's sheets, relishing the remaining euphoria buzzing over your skin.

Logan shrugged off his shirt, peeling up his beater to guide his cock against your swelling lips. You whined as Logan grabbed the back of your thigh and pushed it up to your chest.

"Almost there, sweetheart," Logan soothed, running his hand back down your thigh before resting his hand to your stomach.

Your pout returned, meeting Logan's eyes as he quickly thrust into you. Your hand drifted before Logan's face, allowing it to fall before you desperately grabbed at his beater.

"F-fuck Logan, I-I can't," you broke down, turning your face away from him to bite away your tears.

Logan lowered himself further onto you, your knee bracing further up his torso. "I know you can. You can last a minute longer, I'll make it worth it."

You shook your head against the bed, not meeting his sultry gaze. Logan nosed at your ear, his rolling breaths tempting down your skin.

"Darling," Logan mumbled down at you.

He reached a hand up to your throat, gripping softly at your jaw to turn you to him. Logan rubbed his thumb under your bottom lip before leaning in to kiss you again.

This feeling shot to your toes, your body livening to touch all you could of Logan's. When he broke, he nudged your nose and rocked his hips softly.

"You're still so wet for me," he praised in a whisper before your lips.

Your face scrunched again, not needing of his praise as he paved into you, echoing remnants of pleasure. "D-don't stop."

Logan's eyes rolled in relief, starting a softer pace to sate his feral urge to rut. The animal was sated, driving further into you and pausing for longer as he caressed your cervix.

You writhed underneath him, your knee twitching the longer his thrusts went on. You broke, raising to hide your face in Logan's neck with a few pitiful moans.

Logan was relieved at the wild throbbing of your pussy, the ghost of yet another orgasm ripping through you. He picked up for a moment, grabbing your other leg to draw it up to your chest before thrusting into you with finality.

You winced, feeling all of Logan's length housed inside of you. Your breath skipped as Logan's face scrunched in pleasure, his lips skirting before yours. He groaned out, showing his undoing as his knot slowly swelled just inside of you.

You hummed in slight discomfort, the thought of Logan filling you a distraction from the reality. Logan collapsed over you, dropping your legs and curling his arms around you.

"That's..." he gasped, kissing at your chest then up to your neck, "my girl."

You hid a roll of your eyes, realizing that earlier this same day you two were unknowing of one another. You braced a hand to your damp forehead, combing your hair away as you caught your breath.

"I'm gonna keep you," Logan teased, nudging his nose along your collarbone. "to get you through my days."

You glanced down at him, noting a boyish lightness about him. Your hand went for the back of his neck, curling through his hair again.

You felt the pulse of Logan's cock inside of you, twitching though he was nestled sturdily inside you. With a quirk of a brow, you slipped a hand between the two of you, reaching down to assess the situation.

You gasped at the odd feeling of him plugged inside you. His cock was still a part of him, his balls nestled carefully just against your inside hip. This was definitely new.

"Hey, hey, beautiful I can explain," Logan said, lifting onto his arm to look down at you.

Your bewildered eyes met his and laughed in slight disbelief. He smirked somewhat nervously, taking in your silence with grace.

"I am part animal..." Logan began, though that was all he had as explanation.

Your brows knitted in concern. "What is it?"

Logan shrugged, though he knew what it was. He knew its purpose. He still wanted to introduce you to it.

"It's...a knot. Just a little oddity," he continued, kissing at your cheek to coax you down. "Only shows up when I'm in rut."

You were sure your face was expressing more than you wanted to. Logan wanted to laugh with you, but was waiting until you were actually amused.

"Rut?"

"Just a few days where I have the animal urge to fuck," he muttered, dropping his head to your shoulder at the realization that this was not going how he'd wanted.

Still, you were not as put off as you once thought you'd be. With a soft gulp, your hand in his hair resumed coyly.

"Just a few days?" you asked, ducking your chin to look at Logan.

Logan's smile returned half-watt, sitting up to kiss your lips. "Maybe a few more with you."

You hummed after his kiss, your eyes rolling at the feeling of him and his cock. Logan broke away first, moaning at the loss of your kiss.

"And that little trick of yours, but I'm not picky."

You scoffed, giggling at Logan as you playfully shoved at his shoulder.

[compulsivebites]

Meat for a dog | butcher!Simon x f!reader

based off the comments from this post | pinterest board | word count: 5,097 (soz)

warnings: 18+ ONLY (MDNI), dubcon (god i wish i could write noncon), fingering, animal meat & blood mention, piv, simon not shutting the hell up

a/n: i took a gummy and edited this so now I hate it

The swap of his gun for a cleaver- a human body for an animal one- felt like a natural exchange for him. He liked it well enough. Showed more respect towards the animal meat he carved than the human ones. He was good at it.

His days were always the same— a smoke before his shift. Wrapping the stained white apron around his broad body as he chopped various meats for the display fridge in the front. The discards would go in a plastic bucket to be thrown out. The scavenger in him knew it could probably be useful for something- fuck if he knew for what though.

Usually he recognized most of the faces that came in, bulky arms resting against the display as he watched bodies pass by, waiting for someone to summon him when they were ready.

***

Ok. Just go in there and ask. The worst they could do is say no. The idle noise of your car engine stops as you take the key out and drop it into your bag. You hate this, and almost hate how much you love your dog enough to do this. For the past month, you did a deep dive into dog nutrition. Reading about raw food, what kinds of bones he could eat, the types of diets there were within raw feeding, the different components of a balanced bowl, and the different ingredients within each component. After weeks of research, you eased your way into it. Starting with tinned anchovies- simple enough and easy to find. Your dog loved it, well- he regularly ate goose poop and food on the street so you weren't sure if that mattered but you kept going, his excited spins as you would place his bowl down was encouragement enough. It was also easy enough to buy some extra chunks of meat for your boy when you went to the grocery store. Chicken feet, duck heads, turkey neck- a little harder, but you always found it. Some other things, though- liver, heart, kidneys- are a little more difficult to source and expensive. Everyone online said a local butcher was the answer- a lot of edible meat for cheap. That felt a little bit more difficult for you, feeling embarrassed to have to ask someone if they had any scraps of meat you could give your dog. You could already imagine a scary man behind the counter laughing at you, but this was the only butcher shop around so you had no choice. Choosing this as a form of exposure therapy, it was a task you had to see through— no matter how uncomfortable.

The bell above the door rings as she pushes the door open. Simon watches your eyes scan across the store- sees the slight relief when your gaze is able to familiarize yourself with his shop. You look like a nervous little thing. Giving a small smile when you pass the elderly woman, avoid eye contact with the loud man screaming on the phone, you're shoulders tense and your feet move quickly.

"Hiya mate," Simon takes his time looking away from you. Bored eyes looking at the balding man in front of him. Sees a flash of annoyance in the mans face at Simon's lack of enthusiasm to help him.

"What'll it be?" Simon doesn't move at all as the man lists off the meats and weights for each protein. He waits a beat after the man finishes listing everything and leisurelymoves to get everything for him, a small smirk as he turns his back towards the customer, hearing him let out an irritated puff. He hands the man his things without a word, putting the cash in the register, and returns to his spot. He holds dirty, crumpled black gloves in his hands as his eyes scan the store for you. Easy enough, as it's the end of the day- neither of you notices that it's only the two of you in the store now.

"Hi, I have a weird question to ask." Decades of war made his hearing horrible and he's feeling like a shit so he almost can't help his tone when he asks.

"A little louder, love" It pisses you off and you almost leave- but you can't. You watch the smirk form on his lips. You take a look at him, his towering body at ease in his shop. He's hot in an unconventional way. His dirty blonde buzz cut growing out, his dark brown eyes that sparkle with a hint of mischievousness, his face roughened from scars that didn't heal correctly, big crooked nose that looks like he didn’t bother to get set back into place. He scares you, in an 'out of your league' way. He radiates confidence, indifference— like he always gets what he wants.

He can see the anger flicker in your eyes, but as quick as it's there— it goes. A sore spot, and he can't help as his smirk turns into a smug grin as he watches you repeat yourself a little firmer- but your politeness doesn't hinder.

"I was wondering if you had any meat you were getting rid of, for my dog. I’ll pay for it" you add the last part in quickly, hoping that will make him ease up on you. He may be handsome, but you can tell he's enjoying your discomfort. You feel like an awkward teenager again; this answer puts you on edge, makes you shrink into yourself.

"Hm— never had anyone ask me that" his thick finger taps on the display as he makes an exaggerated thinking face. "Might have some in the back- let me just switch the sign and we can take a look." He gives the glass one last tap before he pushes his broad frame back and moves towards where you're standing. His heavy boots get louder as he passes you and goes to flip the 'Open' sign to 'Closed' and lock the door.

Your mouth falls slightly open. You checked the store hours a few times before you came and everyone online said it's best to go closer towards closing time but you weren't expecting him to close the store while helping you. You were a customer surely he should just leave it open? The thought felt a little selfish as soon as you had it, so you close your mouth.

He watches your throat move as you swallow, oh— he wants to play with you. Wants to trap your tail under his paw and watch you try to run away. See you squirm under him. Force pretty little noises out of you. He’s aware of how he comes across, relies on it. Expected to be a selfish lover, to take without care, and they’re right— he is. Normally he enjoys taking, gives just enough to keep the other person from complaining. Not a bad fuck but not one that needs to be repeated either. But with this situation, a perfect one where he can take his time and play with his food— doesn’t need to maul it. He wonders how much of a fight you’d put up, if any. He’ll find out soon enough.

He stands in front of you now and makes himself big, raising his tattooed arm onto the top of his head. Hand rubbing up and down his buzzed hair as he starts asking you questions he doesn't really care about- wanting to hear your trembling voice for a little longer. Like a cat playing with its food. He cuts you off mid-sentence feeling impatient, he leans down towards your ear and whispers for you to follow him.

"Let's check together." His voice feels like a boom compared to the whisper in your ear he gave a second ago. It catches you off guard and makes you jump a little. You clear your throat and take a final glance at the 'Open' sign that faces you.

"Oh, I don't want to intrude. I can wait here—"

"No, you have an odd little request. Let's figure out if I have an answer for you together." He holds the hefty stainless steel door open with his boot, thick arms crossed in front of his chest, his head following you as you enter. You hesitate for a second and force yourself to move past him and into the back room.

The smell of raw meat is the first thing you take in— it’s almost jarring how much stronger it is back here. Obviously, you think to yourself as you look at the skinned lamb bodies hanging from a hook. You wonder how he deals with it every day, but the scent follows him always, all blood smells the same no matter the species. The loud hum of the refrigerators fills your ears as you turn back to look at the butcher. The door makes a loud bang as it rushes to close and you flinch. Neither of you talk as he makes his way next to you, his massive frame hovering beside you— let’s you shrink in the silence for a few seconds before moving.

If he’s good at one thing, it’s perceiving people— had a career that depended on it. After entering the back with you, he decides to just stand there— see if you’ll leave, back out. But you don’t, instead he watches your neck bob as you swallow, pick at your nails, bite your bottom lip— you must really like that dog.

He walks towards two massive buckets sitting next to a metal table. He lifts one and lets the thick plastic container bang against the counter as he puts it down.

“This ones got some good bits, edible but wouldn’t make a profit if I put it up front.” Your eyes light up, it’s exactly what you’ve been looking for. He lifts a brow, amused by the ardent look on your face, before continuing. “It’s time for my smoke, so sort through this and pick out what you want.” He places a plastic storage container in front of you. So worn that the measurement lines are gone. “Whatever you want can go in here.” You nod without looking at him, hearing his heavy steps head towards the back exit to your right.

He waits for you to pick up a piece of meat from the bucket and whistles at you. Like an obedient dog, your head whips towards his direction the second you hear it.

“Look left.” Your head turns just as fast towards the area where you two walked in. Your eyes scan the off white walls, the steel door, the metal table. “See that small box, there? Gloves.”

“Oh, yeah, ok. Thank you.” You head towards the metal sink to wash your hands quickly. Since you started feeding your dog raw meat— you had gotten used to the cold, smooth textures. Not thinking twice about putting your hand in the bloody bucket.

“Dirty girl,” he chides. “Even I wear gloves.” You watch the end of the cigarette glow as he sucks the nicotine in. You don’t answer as you return to your table, opting to give a little shrug instead. You hear him snort as he turns his back to you to finish his smoke.

* * *

You don’t know how long it’s been, but your container is halfway full by the time he finishes his cigarette. Content in your task, sorting through the cold meat and fat chunks, you don’t notice him till you feel him pressed against your back. You go rigid. Hands frozen in place as you suddenly feel trapped.

“Good little worker, almost done filling your container.”

“I— yeah, thank you. For letting me do this, he’s gonna lo—” your words get stuck in your throat as his body twitches closer to you— like he couldn’t help it. It pushes you forward into the counter, your body causing everything on the table to lightly jerk once.

“Easy. Keep working, let me see how well you're doing.” His big hand wraps around your neck, not too tight, hanging there like a collar. Fingers lightly resting on your carotid artery as if he was feeling your pulse. He can, basks in the stuttering beats.

“Gotta tenderize the meat,” you hear him purr into your ear as his tattooed arm rubs against your hip, occasionally rubbing your stomach under your shirt. You wonder if you’ll find any bruises on your hip tomorrow.

You try to keep a steady hand as you rush to finish filling your bucket. No longer paying attention to whether the meat is good or not. You then feel him at the button of your jeans, on instinct, you jerk your hips back to get away from his hand but feel his unmovable body.

“Ah ah ah, pick that piece up again.” You pick the limp, red chunk of meat up from the bucket and let it dangle in front of the two of you. From your peripheral you see his head lower to rest his chin on your shoulder, the smell of meat, cigarette, and very faint cologne fills your nostrils. You can feel the prickle of his facial hair through your shirt. “That’s a nice cut, I reckon that one should go to the mutt, hm?” Your hand trembles slightly as you add it to the clear bucket with a weak noise of agreement. He squeezes your neck in silent approval before dragging it down. He gropes at your breasts, thumb circling your nipples, you bite your bottom lip to avoid letting out any noise.

You add a couple more pieces of meat, while both of his hands casually unbutton your jeans. He returns one hand to your chest to continue playing with your nipples through your shirt. His other hand pulls your underwear and jeans down at the same time. You feel the calloused skin of his finger scrape against the fat of your hip as he hooks it around the fabrics. You haven’t moved, your jeans pushed down to your knees, frozen until you hear his gruff voice.

“Spit.”

You slowly look down with wide eyes at his two thick fingers in front of your mouth. You swallow the excess saliva in your mouth without thinking. You both hear the quiet tu sound as you watch a small, pathetic drop of spit fall onto his fingers.

“That’s it? It’s like you want it to hurt, unless” He cuts himself off, the two fingers disappear to swipe your folds. Your face feels like it’s on fire when you feel his fingers easily glide across. He starts rubbing circles as he lets out a raspy laugh.

“Fuckin’ hell. How long have you been standing here dripping? Was it me or the meat hanging in the fridge?” You try to move your head to the side, to get away from him, but he moves his hand from your nipples to its previous spot on your neck. Thumb on the back of your skull, forcing you to keep your head straight. You feel his teeth on your ear as he nips at your lobe. “Dirty little puppy. Might need to line you up with my lamb carcasses and hose you down when we’re through, clean you off.”

“I— please, can I just go. I didn’t mean to.” You lose your words. Didn’t mean to what? Get this wet? You try to figure out a way to convince him to let you out, yet your body felt glued to the ground. His words are a bit coarse, but his touch hasn’t been so bad— a bit rough but nice nonetheless. Every touch he gives you feels like it slows your brain down. You begin to get lost in your thoughts, disappointment in yourself growing until the butcher interrupts them.

“Settle, love. What kinda man would I be if I let you leave here with that dripping cunt. And without food for your dog? I’m not cruel.” The period to his sentence is a quick slap to your pussy, you let out a suprised gasp. “I’ll take good care of you, just need you to take what I give you, yeah?” You can only let out a pathetic whine in response.

You weren’t expecting his hands to leave you so soon. Confused for a moment before you feel him lift your shirt and bra over your head, the plastic, blood covered gloves roll off along with it. His hands fall into their previous positions on your body.

“Now, how about a little quality check, see if this needy pussy is ready for me?” In any other situation you’d ask if he’s always this chatty— you feel like he hasn’t shut up since you both walked into the cold, metal kitchen. His hands have you too distracted to think anymore about it as he spreads your folds apart before sinking his big finger into you slowly, all in one go.

Like a trained dog you fall into line immediately, any form of objection, not that you’ve shown any really, gone from your body and mouth at his say so. Simon thought of all the moments he gave you to bite and bark at him, but you did neither. Like a dog who didn’t know its leash was taken off. Simons body let out another involuntary twitch into you as he thought about it, pushing his finger deeper into you. He decided that he was probably doing you a favor. A feral dog that finally got some guidance from a trainer, doesn’t really know what to do without a firm hand. He felt your warm walls pulse, like your body could read his mind and agreed with him. Simon couldn’t help but let out a deep moan. He uses his free hand to unzip his jeans, letting his hard cock bounce out, ignoring it as he places his hand on your chest, tweaking your pebbled nipples.

He knew he’d have to stretch you out a bit more before you could take him, barely able to push his finger into your soaked cunt. His thumb starts rubbing slow circles around your clitas his finger curls inside of you, working in tandem as he feels you squeeze around his finger. You can’t help the way your hips push into his hand, desperate to create more friction.

“Yeah, hump my hand needy girl.” You whine and push your hands flat against the table as you try to grind your hips against the palm of his large, calloused hand. He keeps his hand steady, making you figure out how to reach your peak on your own. Another whine slips out— more desperate this time, beginning to get frustrated that you can’t get the right rhythm.

“That’s alright, you need me to help you out?” You feel pathetic as you nod your head in response. The butcher pinchs an ass cheek before he puts his hand on your back and forces you forward till your front is laying on the table. You cringe as you feel the blood from the meat against the front of your body, you fold your arms under your forehead to avoid putting your face in it. His hand runs down thumb draws circles around your clit slowly while his long finger curls into you, feeling for your g-spot. He strokes it until he feels your cunt flutter around his finger, he can hear you panting as your body begins to shake. He bends down towards your head, as if you wouldn’t be able to hear his deep voice while he was standing.

"Don't cum yet- want you to tell me the word you use on your dog when you release him"

"What?" You want to tell him to shut up and let you cum, your pussy flutters impatiently around his finger as you try to focus.

"Like when you release him to do something. We had dogs when I was in the military, wouldn’t move until they gave a command. What’s his?" His breath tickles your neck with each word, talking casually like you’re not on the edge of an orgasm.

"Um, break." You're confused, not getting where he’s going with this. or caring.

"Alright then, Break. Cum for me like a good girl." You've never been so confused while having an orgasm, body twitching as he leaves his finger wedged inside of you. He hears you let out a shakey moan as you cum, your chest rising and falling quickly. He leans down to rest his heavy body on top of yours, his free hand wipes the light sheen of sweat from your forhead before haphazardly grabbing the top of your skull to turn your face to look at him over your shoulder and smiles at your disheveled state— can see your dialated pupils and the way your mouth hangs open as you pant. He lets go of your head and can’t help but bite on your bare shoulder until he hears your heavy breathing turn into a hiss, swiping his tongue across the crooked indents left over by his teeth, feeling you shudder beneath him.

“Want you to do a little trick for me now.” You have no time to ruminate on your orgasm or what he just said, suddenly feeling him bully a second finger to join the first one without warning, you let out a whimper as your eyebrows scrunch together. His other hand moves to your cheek, roughly pinching it as he talks.

“Breath through it, know you can take it. How else is that needy little pussy going to take my cock, hm?” You pull away from his hand and shake your head in displeasure, your wetness not enough to alleviate the painful stretch. He begins rubbing down your soft skin, stopping at the inside of your thigh and stroking it softly.

Simon doesn’t move the fingers inside of you. Takes time doing new tricks, so he decides to give you a second to adjust, the flutter of your warm cunt isn’t the worst thing his fingers have felt either. Like a trainer standing still while a dog thrashes around at the feeling of being on leash for the first time, a new sensation— he can be patient when it’s worth his while.

“That’s it— “ You don’t know how long your eyes have been squeezed shut or how long you’ve been chewing on your bottom lip, but you try to soften your face. You’ve never had anything thisbig inside of you before. You push down the thought of what he’s stretching you out for, opting for deep breaths instead. Then you feel him move his fingers, stretching them open and shut.

He curls them as he pushes them in and out, when he can tell that you’re close he pulls his fingers out. You hear him jerk himself a few times, the wet strokes sound obscene in the quiet room. Grateful that you can’t see how big he is.

He lets out a deep moan as you feel the head of his cock bully itself into your soaked cunt, his two fingers feel like they did nothing to prepare you for the size of him as you let out a quiet groan of discomfort.

“It hurts.” you whisper as you feel begin to thrust in and out of you. You don’t know how he hears you but he lets out a hum of acknowledgment and takes a hand off of your hip to play with your clit.

“I know, your cunt is barely letting me pull out.” He starts to pick up his pace now. The hum of the refrigerator now joined by the sloppy sounds of his thrusts into you. Eventually, your body adjusts to his size, you push your hips back to meet his thrusts.

“Plea- e- ease” You pause for a beat, realizing you don’t even know his name. “Sir?” You don’t know what else to call him, cringing as soon as you hear the formality leave your mouth.You don’t remember seeing any name tag on him when he was standing in front of you earlier and the politeness ingrained into you since you could speak wouldn’t allow for anything else to come out.

“Sir? Some set of manners on you. Or do you not know my name?” You shake your head that’s resting on the table, his thrusts unrelenting. You bite your lip to prevent a moan from slipping out before you talk.

“I don’t- know your na-” His thrusting doesn’t let up as he speaks at you, humor in his voice, “I’m inside of you, fucking you raw. You’re letting me— a strange man, fuck you. And you don’t even know his name? Oh, you are a filthy thing.” You feel embarrassed as you listen to his deep voicechastise you. A flicker of frustration fills you as you think about how he doesn’t know your name either. You let out an annoyed whine, both at him talking and his refusal to let you just cum again.

“Guess I don’t know yours either.” He emphasises the last word with a particularly hard thrust before pulling out of you all together, both of you moan, his desperate cock twitches at the loss of warmth.

He knows you were both close to cumming, but Simon doesn’t usually get to edge himself with his partners. Always opting for a quick fuck, but he couldn’t help himself this was such a unique situation— knows that you’d let him do anything right now so he can’t help but indulge by edging himself a little with your pussy.

You feel him pull you up by the shoulders, turning you around to face him. His brown eyes look down at the pink liquid covering your chest as an eyebrow quirks up, can’t help the smirk from forming before he grabs your chin so your eyes met his. He ignores the disgusted look on your face at his reaction to the blood on you.

“Forgot to tell me yours.” You tell him your name as you get distracted by his heavy boot moving. You look down and watch him step on the crotch of your joined underwear and jeans, pushing them down until they’re at your ankles, blocked by your shoes. You look back up at him to see what he does, his dark brown eyes are already on you. He lifts you up without a word, setting your warm body down on the cold table. You watch him as he kneels down to slip your shoes and socks off, tosses them somewhere to the side along with your jeans and underwear. Your breath begins to return to normal as you watch him. You notice that he didn’t bother to get undressed, his black jeans unbuttoned just enough to let let his cock out. You’re nakedness makes you feel like the lamb carcasses hanging from the hooks in the big refrigerator behind him. When Simon stands you can’t help but look down, swallowing the lump in your throat as you see his erect cock for the first time, it almost looks painful, your eyes follow the veins up to the tip covered in precum. You can’t look away as you watch his thumb spread it around before stroking his length one time before leaving it alone, turning his attention back to you.

Your hands go behind you to brace against the table as he firmly pushes your thighs open to their limit. He leans down slightly, fingers spread you open as you hear him spit on your cunt. He doesn’t bother to spread it, just forces himself in all at once. He watches your face as you struggle to adjust around him, enjoys the way your eyebrows scrunch together as he starts moving. His movements are obdurate, not giving you any reprieve from his harsh thrusts as he speeds up.

He feels the moment you adjust to his size. You both moan as you feel your pussy clench around him, feel the cum at his base being pushed out with each thrust. He uses a hand rub at your clit, alternating between rubbing it and lightly pinching it. Your body begins to quiver, you’re almost over the edge when you hear his voice.

“Break” You groan in embarassment as your body shakes, pussy clenching around his thick cock as you cum.

His hands find your thighs as he grips them harshly, thrusts losing rhythm as he chases his high now. You enjoy the grunts that leave his mouth as he gets closer. You feeli his cock still for a second before it twitches inside of you. He braces his arms against the edge of the table, surrounding your body as he pants above you.

You whimper when he begins to pull his soft cock out of you, feeling empty. He tilts his head down slightly as he looks at your opening. His finger opens your hole to give you both a better view. Your cunt twitchs at the attention, you both watch cum leak out of you. He chuckles before he moves back, tucks himself back in his jeans as he goes towards the sink. He pulls a few napkins and walks back to you, you’re surprised when he instead scoops some up to push back into you. He has a grin as you look at him with annoyance. He laughs as he hands you the napkins, he grabs the container of meat and places it on the other table, his back to you.

You swipe the rough napkin, flinching as you clean yourself off. Your skin makes a squeak as your bare skin rubs against the metal counter, you pushing yourself off. You put your clothes on as you watch his back, he’s quiet as you hear the rustling of plastic wrap.

He turns around, holding the container with one hand, he uses the other to grab your chin to make eye contact with him.

“I’ll see you here next week, yeah? He nods your head for you, "Yeah. I'll find you if you forget— I’m gonna want that container back." He pats your cheek before handing you the container.

You hold it against your body as you give him a small smile. He smirks at you as he herds you towards the back exit.

“Forgetting your manners, pet?” He lifts a brow at you, broad frame standing over you.

“Oh, thank you.” You offer him a small smile, brain trying to process what just happened.

“Good girl. Break” You hear his raspy chuckle as you walk away on shaky legs.

[saeun]

professional guide on how to boyfriend jujutsu kaisen ( men ).

⤹ list ﹢ gojō satoru, sukuna ryōmen, chōsō.

﹙ syn ﹚ having near-to-zero experience with serious romantic relationships, it's time to teach them how to romance. the journey won't be easy, but the results will hopefully be fruitful.

extra. songs: betcha (bbh), seven (jk), very nice (svt).

week one : how to flirt as if you were shakespeare. note. refrain from using big words because they sound ‘cool’.

GOJO SATORU — "you're hating on my vocabulary?"

slowly, but very surely, you can feel your stress-meter rise to its peak. if someone were to animate your current expression, there will be three veins protruding out on your forehead to show your stress. it's almost as if it's second-nature for satoru to be annoying. he isn't doing it on purpose, unfortunately, it's just the way he is.

i should've ignored his call, a voice in your head speaks, i really should've. you were enjoying your own presence, simply lazing around during your off-day when three rings disrupted the peace. groaning, you reluctantly picked it up.

"hello—"

"come to enha's bakery, PLEASE," satoru's rushed voice spoke, immediately ending the call after his request-demand.

annoyance dawned and slowly transitioned into confusion. first, he needs to fix his habit of cutting you off. second, with the tone of his voice, maybe you should go.

big mistake.

not only was he chewing your ears off with talking, he also ate half of your pastry. you weren't able to get a full sentence in, he just kept going. dressed in suit and tie, hair styled and gelled up, satoru looked handsomely professional. according to what you've gathered from his rambling, he's been set up with one of the higher ups' daughter for business purposes. he needs to woo her or he's gonna lose a significant amount of pay. the problem? well, his flirting skills aren't all that. his confidence can help him, but it'll only help for a fraction of the date.

"what's the issue? you're handsome," you started, sliding your pastry back to you. "you should be able to woo her with your face alone."

"you are not wrong—"

"i'm never wrong," you cut him off.

"let me speak. anyway, i was informed that she isn't one for looks alone. i don't care about her, but she's the daughter of some high fucker," his voice reeked of defeat.

you weren't well-knowledged in satoru's field of work, but you knew he had it against the "higher ups." well, you had no choice but to know. satoru often thought of you as someone he can be free with — so, in conclusion, you were the victim of his word-vomit moments.

the two of you fell silent, thinking about solutions to save satoru. eyeing the pastry, you pondered your brain. there has to be a way to help satoru. perhaps some walkie-talkies? no, those are too loud. follow him into the restaurant and monitor his behaviour? no, that's too much work. crash his date and ask him why he's cheating on you? no, that'll probably end in your death.

satoru himself is deep in thought, already annoyed at the date that's going to become the bane of his existence in eight hours from now. should he bring you with him? maybe, but you'll deny his offer. should he ask you to pretend to be his girlfriend? no, he'd rather ask without the "pretend."

oh he's fucked.

i'm so fucked.

"wait," you leaned into the table, sporting an expression that says 'i have an idea'.

"yes?" satoru mirrors you, eyes speaking 'tell me'.

"what if i teach you how to flirt? we should have enough time to teach you how to boyfriend, right?" your idea was good. it turned the gears in both minds.

satoru opens his mouth but presses it into a thin line. there's an obstacle in the way of making this idea perfect.

"sounds good but.. the date's... tonight."

"you are fucked."

he nods at your response, feeling the salt rubbing in his wound. i guess i should just—

"but, if we go now we'll have enough time. it's 11AM, we can do it," you tapped your index finger twice on your phone's screen, showing satoru the time. if you move now, success is evident.

"let's go then," agreeing, he stands up, stuffing his car keys into his pocket and opening his wallet.

—

you've run out of pillows and whiteboard markers. the last two hours were spent either scribbling nonsense on a mini-whiteboard or throwing objects at satoru. the teaching isn't working. every lesson you've gone through ended in satoru's failure. is it on purpose? you hope it isn't.

"satoru, for the last time, that does not sound like a real word!" your hand slapped the table, physically showing your frustration.

groaning, satoru throws his head back, "you said use poetic words!"

"what part of scrumdiddlyumptious sounds poetic to you?!" you deadpanned at him.

he slouches further down the couch, grabbing his phone to search the word on google. it took him only one minute to find the word and its definition. raising up from slouching, he leans over the coffee table, stretching an arm out to show you the word.

"scrumdiddlyumptious — adjective · informal 1. (of food) extremely tasty; delicious. 2. (of a person) very attractive."

reluctant to admit defeat, you weaponized the word being informal against him, "it's not formal! you will not use it."

satoru's high of being right dies down immediately. his mouth twitches, eyes looking at you with disbelief.

"babe, you cannot be serious right now."

"babe, i am so serious right now," you mocked him, not thinking too deep into his nickname. there's no meaning behind it anyway. you, too, use babe as platonic name.

eventually, satoru tuned out your voice. he returned back to his previous slouching position, staring at you blankly as your words go in one ear and out the other.

it didn't take long for you to notice his dejected aura. does he hate it that much? you wondered, feeling a slight pity for him.

"don't worry, satoru. it's just one date."

"i will be worrying," satoru counters you, already sour at the date-to-come.

if he were to be honest, the date isn't the problem, nor is the flirting. he believes his flirting skills to be at a decent level. he also doesn't mind spending money on others. it's just that he doesn't want to entertain her. maybe, just maybe, if it were you, he'd be more excited.

you didn't say anything after him, only shooting him an annoying smile. seriously, you don't know what's worrying him. he's basically every girl's eye candy — not to mention, he looks so much like a boyfriend right now. that doesn't make a lot of sense, but if others can see what you're seeing, they'll understand. his white fitted tee accentuates his upper body's muscles, the black sweatpants do its job, his hair that's still styled, and the silver wristwatch on his hand. simple, yet sexy.

SUKUNA RYOMEN — "i'm too old for this shit."

sukuna, your sweet sukuna. your sukuna who's most likely weighing out which option is the better one to shut you up. he doesn't know why he agreed to listen to your rambles at midnight, but he's too far in to call it quitsies.

according to what you told him, you gained the idea of teaching him how to update his romance. it all came crashing to you when you were in the third-quarter of an episode of some random dating show. you blanked out most of the episode, not paying attention as the main objective of watching it was to not stare into nothing while eating.

the show itself didn't interest you, but the concept did. the participants were blindfolded, being told to use their judgement of character to choose their date. they'd have to rely on their personalities and voices to attract someone — a pretty neat idea. looks aren't everything. unfortunately, they might just be for sukuna if he doesn't work on his attitude.

often does sukuna act like he's a fifty-five-years-old office worker named penelope in the management department: old, easily annoyed, and always has something to complain about. you're probably the only human on earth who can handle sukuna for more than a day. of course, this is due to you being similar to him — if not then exactly like him. your attitudes fit together like jigsaw puzzle pieces.

sukuna's hands are clasped together behind his head, one leg raised on the bed, and torso out in the open for everyone to view. he's actively listening to you, giving his judgement here and there.

you're sitting with your legs criss-crossed, a pillow in the middle of your thighs, and hands speaking their own language. the habit of using your hands expressively when talking will never leave you.

"...so, if you were to find a girl, you neeed to be kind! no one likes a man with a stick up his ass," you warned sukuna, moving your index finger side-to-side.

"you do," sukuna says, raising an eyebrow at you.

unfortunately, he left you speechless — but not for long! you soon regained your speaking skills after realizing you don't have a good comeback.

coughing two times, you started your lesson again, "anyyyway, always tell her she's beautiful, gorgeous, breathless, or whatever. everyone loves a little compliment about their appearance!"

almost as if it's an automatic setting, sukuna replies, "what if she's facially challenged?"

"OH—" your jaw dropped. "sukuna, you can't just say that!"

he re-positions himself, this time laying on his side with his arm supporting his head.

"if someone's visually impaired i'm telling them."

you sighed, feeling disappointed at his brutual honesty, "what do you even mean by visually impaired?"

"they're ugly," he shrugs.

his tone isn't serious, implying that he's joking but you know he isn't. sukuna's a man of his word; the truth is what leaves his mouth every time. you shouldn't worry — you really, really shouldn't, but what if that's what he thinks about you? are you facially challenged in his eyes? you've gone silent, allowing yourself to drown in the thoughts.

sukuna notices your silence, sighs, and jabs your side with his foot.

"if you're thinking that i believe you're ugly, then stop," he begins, continuing the foot-jabbing-at-your-side-movement when you don't respond. "you're beautiful, believe me. you know i don't lie."

that catches your attention. you feel a sudden heat creeping up the back of your neck. keeping your voice low, you questioned him, still unsure of whether he's being truthful or not, "are you lying?"

"i swear," his voice is firm, reaching his free hand out to your thigh. physical contact to him is very important!

you return to the silence, only this time you lock your eyes in sukuna's. it's up to you to believe whether he's lying or not, and honestly, you don't care. you know he never lies, and you rather enjoy your fantasy instead of the harsh reality ( if he's truly lying ).

CHOSO — "man, fuck all that."

throughout your entire life you never expected to meet someone like choso. he is, in your words, a bitch boy. acts like a bitch, very expressive with his facial expressions, sarcastic, a male, and the worst of all, a little thief.

you humbly thought baking with choso would've been a good idea for celebrating the end of your finals. oh you were so wrong. he's messy, ate half the chocolate chips, and has been stealing spoons of cookie batter. when you confronted him, he simply said, "we can always make more," and shrugged. the audacity!

there's only so much choso someone can handle before they explode.

"you dumb fuck, how can you get a wife with this behaviour?!" you scolded, slapping his hand away from the freshly baked batch of cookies with a whisk.

he immediately retreats his hand, looking at you with an expression that says 'have you gone insane?'

"don't look at me like that," you warned, raising an eyebrow at his very well-hidden annoyance at you.

choso rolls his eyes, this time reaching the uninjured hand for the sprinkles. he sneakily slides the packet to him, intensely watching you to make sure you don't happen to see him committing such a crime. mouthing a little "yes!" at his victory, he empties half the sprinkles in his hand and throws it into his mouth.

"an’ wha’ if i ‘on't care about a wife," his words are muffled due to his mouth being filled with the sprinkles. he tries his best to hide the crunch sound, lowering his head each time he needs to crunch on some.

your back's still turned to him, simply too busy with monitoring sugar-soon-to-be-caramel on the stove.

"you're gonna have to care soon. you don't wanna die alone!" you nagged, making a point to him.

his right eyebrow raises at your words, lips ready to move at your hypocrisy, "you yourself said you don't want a partner!"

"at this point," you stopped, turning around to face choso. "i'm gonna have to teach you how to be a romantic young man."

"what are you implying...?"

"it's time for dating lessons."

"no, thank you."

unfortunately, choso has no say in this household. he had to listen. you sat him down on the chair, making sure he focuses with all his attention and doesn't steal any of the desserts. believe choso when he said he tried to take you seriously. he really did, but your messy apron along with vigorously hand-mixing batter with a serious expression as you talked his ear off caught him off-guard.

"sometimes you even have to get on your knees, choso! i'm telling you."

"i'm not doing all of that," he disagrees.

"oh, trust me. when you're in love you will," you spoke, resting the hand-mixer down to draw an invisible heart in the air.

he doesn't give you a verbal response. instead, he squints his eyes at you. when one's gone, another is born. when one stress is gone, another is born ( your nagging ). he doesn't like it one bit, but at least it's coming from you. he'd rather have you down his ears — whether it's by using your vocals or channeling your inner mother and scolding him.

[luuvprincess]

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Sierra

"So what exactly are we doing here?" I asked Jey as we pulled to Trin and Jon's house. Jey hadn't told me anything just told me to pack bag for 4 days and that he was picking me up. "I'll let Trinity tell you since it was her idea." He says as turns the car off. He gets out first as his sons got too and I get out myself.

"I'm gonna be honest im scared for what yall have planned." I said as I walked to back of car as he pulling out our bags. "Don't be scared."

"Hey yall!" I hear Trinity yell. I turned around seeing her and Jon and they're kids standing on porch. Jon and trinity started walking down towards us as Jeyce ran over to Jayla and Jayden leaving Jey to carry the bags in alone.

Jey shook his head at jeyce as he closed the trunk. "This boy and damn baby what the hell you pack?" He asked.

"You didn't tell what exactly I needed to pack for so I just picked a little bit of everything." I said as Jon and Trinity stop in front of us. "Hey girl you look cute." Trinity said as she pulled me in for tight hug I hugged her back with a little squeeze. "Hey Uce." She said as then hugged Jey as I hugged Jimmy.

"Hey Jim."

"Hey Cece, uce you need help?" He asked as we all watched Jey struggling a little.

"Hell yeah your nephew ain't shit for leaving me and this girl I don't know what the fuck she packed something told me I should have went over and pack her shit myself." Jey says. I rolled my eyes at him as I shake my head.

"So Trinity what are we doing anyways Jey told me you were gonna tell me." I said.

"We are going camping boo so I hope you packed some boots!" She yelled all excited.

"Who's camping?" I asked. "We are girl it's gonna be fun relax. I rented us a RV and this time we are gonna actually be able to some fun family activities." She said as she looked at the twins. I also looked at them as they gave us thumbs up cheesing hard.

"Yea relax ma it'll be fun. No phones, just us the trees, and some wild animals that live in woods." Jey says.

"Joshua you are not funny." I said.

We walked into the house, the kids were somewhere around the house I followed Jey to the room we'd be staying in tonight since we're leaving until tomorrow.

"So we're leaving around 9:30, 10 so be up." Trinity yells from the living room.

"You knew that had you told me what we were doing I'd say no that's why you didn't want to tell me." I said immediately turning my attention towards Josh.

"Yea I knew your ass would have said no, but I want you here." He said.

"Joshua you know ion do the woods." I said as I folded my arms. "Baby it's just 3 days you acting as if it's a week in woods." He said.

"Eww 3 days in woods. I better be getting this cookie ate or something." I said.

"I can make something work." He said with a smirk.

"I can't believe yall about to have my ass in the woods I gotta call my mommy and tell her I love her." I said as picked my phone.

"Your dramatic Sierra." He says before he walked out the room just as my mom picked up my call.

"Hey baby." She said.

"Hey mommy guess what?" I said.

"What's sup honey?" She asked. "My boss and his family got me going camping mom, you know ion do camping." I said.

"Cheer up honey it'll probably be fun." She said.

"Mom the last I went camping was when I was ten and

Saint and uncle Jameson chased me and Candace around in big foot a costume and till this day I still refuse to go camping." I said.

"Well looks like that will be changing soon." She said. I then hear someone in the background which sounded like my brother.

"Who's that talking?" I asked.

"Who's that on the phone?" Saint asked as poking his head in the camera. "Ah shit is that my big headed little sister." He said as he took the phone.

"Eww boy you ugly as hell." I said.

"If I'm ugly you ugly too we look alike little sis." He says.

"My man says other wise but later mom love you." I said.

"Love you more sweetheart, Saint gimme my damn phone boy."  She said.

"Hey hello where's my I love you big brother and when the fuck you get a boyfriend again." Saint says.  I playfully rolled eyes.

"I love you Saint I gotta go duty calls." I said.

"Love you too sis be safe miss you and don’t think we ain’t done with this conversation." He said. I rolled my eyes.

"I miss yall too later." I said ended the call.

I let out a sigh as I got off the bed walking downstairs as I joined Trinity the kitchen not seeing Jey in sight. "Hey boo." She said.

"Hey where the boys?" I asked.

"Out back they finna cook on that grill." She says.

"Good I'm hungry." I said. "Girl me too but aren't you excited for this road trip?" She asked.

"Honestly no last time I went camping my uncle and brother traumatized me chased me around in a big foot costume."  I tell hers

"Oh well that's scary I can see why you wouldn't to go camping now." She said trying her hardest not to laugh but she couldn't hold. "Haha ahh I'm sorry it really not funny I can only imagine you running around trying to get away from them."

"It's fine at the time it wasn't funny but now that I'm older and I know big foot don't exist it's funny to me now." I said laughing with her.

"What y'all in here laughing about?" Jimmy says as him and Jey walked in through the back door.

"About time I get chased by big foot when I was 10." I said.

"You know big foot ain't real?" Jey asked coming up next to me. "Yea I know he's not real Boohda and my uncle decided it was good idea to chase me my cousin in a big foot costume and that was the last time I went camping and reason I'm not a fan of camping now."

"It's okay bae I'll keep you safe." He said kissing my cheek making me blush. I turned hiding my face in his chest.

Omniscient

1am

Sierra woke up feeling Jey just now getting to bed. Him and Jimmy had decided to play the game before bed. "It's about time you came to bed." She muttered as she cuddling into his chest. He chuckled placing a kiss on her forehead. "I wasn't go for long." He said.

"It's one in the morning i came up here at 10 that's 3hrs you left me in this cold ass bed alone." She said. "Ight baby my fault." He said as tighten his arm around the her. "I get a personal cuddle bear, I'm in love." She said causing to let out another chuckle. "I love you too." He says.

"Is that so?" She asked. He sighed flipping them over so that he was hovering over her. She gasped as he grabbed face so she could look him in the eyes.

"You gonna keeping questioning my answers girl? I done told you countless times before Im the one that's in love with you Sierra, I see a future for us." He said.

"You hear me?" He asked.

"Yes I hear you Joshua." She said.

"Nah ion think you do." He says. "But I'm finna show you ass I'm deadass about you and about us...turn over for me and you take this off too. He said pulling at his shirt she was "barrowing".

Her eyes brows arched into confusion as she looked at him. "C'mon mama, don't act like you don't know what's finna happen."  He said. 

"I know your crazy but hello your kids, your brother, Trinity and your niece and nephew are literally down the hall." She said. He leaned down kissing her neck leaving hickeys in few places.

He knew he was finna get cuss out tomorrow when she sees them but he ain't care he’ll deal with that tomorrow.

"Josh seriously." She wishpered yelled slightly pushing him back. He sighed kissing her as he ripped her shirt off. She broke the kiss gasping at his action. "You clearly made your mind." She says flipping over on her stomach.

"Mhmm All you gotta do mama is be quiet...lift ya hips up a little." He said as reached over grabbing a pillow she lifted her hips up as he slide the pillow under her. "You feel comfortable mama?" He asked.

"Yes daddy." She said. He smirked as he began leaving a trail of kisses from her neck down her back down to her causing her to moan. He gave her as a little smack. "You not listening already mama." He said.

"Sorry daddy."

"You love me baby?" He wisphered as he got close to her ear. "Yes." She murmured. His hand wrapped around her neck as he pulled her in for a hungry sloppy kiss.

"Fuck you sexy." He groaned as he pushed his arosusal on her plumped butt. She tried her best to quietly moan his name.

He sat up pulling himself out his shorts. He spread her open with one hand sliding himself in her wet auora. Both of them letting out a soft quiet moan feeling each other.

"Fuck baby this pussy wet as hell." He groaned in her ear as he began moving. Her mouth opened but nothing came out. "Fuck." He groawled.

"J-jey." She whined. He grabbed her hair pulling her back. "You like that we could possibly get caught don't you mama?" She let out a soft moan in response.

"Mhmm yeah you do." He says with a smirk. "You so naughty baby."

"Fuck." She whimpered as his tip hit her g-spot. "Right here daddy."

"Right there mama?" He asked. She nodded her head eyes rolled to the back of her head as she bit down on her bottom lip. "Look at you pretty girl." He said.

Her walls started clutching around him making him let out a deep but quiet moan his hands grabbed on to her waist as he began picking up his speed. The room filled with the sounds of soft moans and groans, the sound of their skin slapping against each other was Jey sure that Jim and Trinity heard them.

As for kids he kids felt bad but at same time didn't after thinking back on how many times he's been woken up out his sleep to them all fighting and brickering at each other.

"Uhn uhh move that hand mama."

"F-fuck slow d-fuck I'm coming daddy." She cried out.

"Wet this dick up mama, cum on your dick." He says giving her ass a smack.

"Oh fuck jey." She moaned as she milked him. He continued to fuck her through her orgasm as he chased his high.

“Fuck this my pussy?” He asked.

“Y-yes Jey.” She muttered.

“Can daddy nut in his pussy?” He asked.

“Yes pleasee.” She begged. His strokes started getting sloppy. “Fuck baby I’m finna nut…ah shitt fuckk.” He grunted as his shoot warm seed in her.

“Fuck god damn baby.” He says as pulls out. His dick covered with their juice. “You good pretty girl?” He asked.

“Mhmm.” She mumbled as she began to fall asleep. He chuckled kissing behind her ear. “Imma go get you towel to clean you up don’t fall sleep baby.”

He got up walked the bathroom he grabbed a towel wetting it a little and went back to the room to find her passed out. He shook his head walking over to her and cleaned her up. He as few leaned down kissing her forehead.

“I love you baby.” He said then got in bed himself.

“WAKE YALL FREAKY ASS UP!” Jimmy yelled as he banged on Sierra and Jey’s door. Sierra groaned putting her pillow over her face. “AYE UCE get up dog.” Jimmy said as continued to bang on the door.

Somehow this man was still sleeping. Sierra sat up remembering that Joshua ripped her shirt off last night she used the blanket to cover her chest as she rubbed her eye. She looked to her side as she looked at Josh.

“Joshhh.” She groaned shaking him out his sleep.

“Mmm.” He groaned swooshing her hand away.

“Wake up so we can get ready.” She said. They both eventually got up and went to the bathroom. “Can get me my pills from my bag please.”

“Which pocket is it in?” He asked.

“In the left pocket.”

He came back in the bathroom with her pills handing it to her. While he used the bathroom she took her pills.

“Joshua Samuel Fatu why?” She said groaning as she seen her neck that covered with fresh hickeys. “Joshhhh!” She whined.

“W-oh I forgot I did that.” He said with a smirk. She rolled her eyes grabbing her tooth brush and began brushing her teeth.

Sierra throw on some leggings a spaghetti strap crop-top and a grey hoodie with her grey and white dunks that hey got her.

Jey throw on a Nike hoodie no shirt and a pair of his famous hoochie daddy shorts with his black and white dunks and Nike hat.

Once Sierra saw what he was wearing she immediately felt got wet in her panties. They made their way downstairs grabbing some food.

After everyone ate they checked their bags and made their they had everything the needed for the trip before hitting the road.

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[yandere-paramour]

Whats it like when Darling has their first time with Noelle?

First time with Noelle - NSFW

It was hard to pin Noelle down. Ever since you moved in, you two had followed the same routine. She gently encouraged you to work less and less because it made you oh so exhausted, to stay inside for your own safety, to lay back and relax because she would take care of everything. You became a housewife who didn't actually do anything. Noelle had a woman come in to clean and cook and deliver anything that needed delivering, your job, she said, was to be adorable.

And you were. You slept 10 hours every night and usually found the time to take an afternoon nap. You ate and drank when you were supposed to and looked pleased with the praise Noelle heaped upon you when she checked when she came home. You let her dress you in soft, flowy fabrics and coo over what a lovely little sweetheart you were. You even let her bathe you and wash your hair while you lay boneless in the bubbly water.

It was a relaxing existence, albeit a boring one. Any form of entertainment you asked for, Noelle delivered. Any book, streaming service, or gaming console would be delivered, and you were free to browse the internet and try as many new hobbies as you desired. Spending your days with Sasha as company, you lived like a pampered queen, and Noelle worked hard every day to provide for you.

And that was the one problem.

Noelle worked with Ms. Atalanta five, sometimes six, days a week, and the hours were never consistent. Some days she would be gone from before the sun rose to long into the next morning, other days she would be strolling back in the door in early afternoon. This kind of sounded stupid, but it was hard to find time for yourself. Especially... in that way. It seemed that any time the heat started to pool in your core, when your fingers got itchy and started to wander lower and lower, Noelle would come in the door looking for you, and you would have to throw on your clothes and act like you hadn't been furiously masturbating. It was infuriating.

And you couldn't go to Noelle with this. Sure, you two had done some kissing and heavy petting, and while she had been under your shirt, you both had never crossed the waistbands of each other's pants. There just... weren't enough hours in the day, and Noelle really didn't seem interested. You expected her to initiate one day, and you would gladly have spread your legs, but she never did, and you were too shy to do it yourself.

You were really starting to get frustrated. When you moved in, you had brought your toys, but they must've gotten mixed with you and Noelle's things somehow because you hadn't been able to find them. And trust, you had looked. You hated admitting to this, but you were turning into a horny animal.

And the horny was turning your brain to mush. At least, that's how you rationalized it as you lay prone on the bed, blue silk panties in a pool on the floor, your fingers frantically pumping in and out of you as you chased an orgasm too far out of reach. You sure weren't shy anymore.

"And what do we have here?" A familiar voice came from behind you and ice filled your veins.

Your head whirled over your shoulder. You must've looked like an idiot, face down, ass up, fingers still inside you as you looked at Noelle, leaning against the door jamb, eyebrow raised as she took you in.

Slowly, you took your hand out, careful to keep the excess fluid from dripping on the silk sheets. You turned over, trying unsuccessfully to regain some dignity as you pulled the blankets over to cover yourself.

"Hi Noelle," You swallowed dryly, "When did you come home?"

"Just now. And to something interesting, I might add. What are we doing?" Noelle gave you a mildly disapproving look and your face burned with shame, then anger.

"This is your fault!" You exploded at her, "What the hell do I have to do to get you to touch me? I've lived with you for eight months and you never go past kissing! I'm in your bed every night in a silk neglige and no panties! Am I not attractive to you or something?"

You started to lose some steam, and tears came to your eyes, "Don't you love me?"

Noelle was silent for a minute, and you started to wilt. As small as she was, she had an incredibly imposing presence and you had never even spoken sharply to her before, let alone yelled at her like this. You had no idea why she was looking at you in that way, or what she might say or do. You didn't want to admit it, but you were kind of scared.

"Oh, baby..." Noelle looked at you with pitying eyes, "I clearly have not been taking care of you the way you needed. I had no idea, Princess."

Well, this was unexpected, "What?"

"I was trying to take it slow and really ease you in, but I guess I was a little too slow. I just didn't want to push you too fast."

"Huh? What do you-"

"Take off the rest of your clothes. On your back, legs spread. I'm going to the closet for a minute, and you will wait here for me."

"Noelle, I don't understan-"

"Now."

At the sound of her authoritarian voice, you hurried to obey. You tore your shirt off and lay on your back wide open as instructed, your genitals lubricating despite your confusion and apprehension. What was she doing? Was she going to punish you? Was masturbating not allowed here? You had been punished before but never sexually, and Noelle had never made the rule clear if it even existed, but would she listen if you protested? You were unclear how important this was to her; maybe she was angrier than you'd ever seen her and she would spank you. You heard Ms. Atalanta did that to her wife and she reported it was effective at curbing disobedient behavior. But then, why would she order you on your back?

A sound came from your right and you turned to gape. Noelle was naked, every inch of her soft pale body on display and illuminated by day, making her look like a goddess emerging from the sunlight. You had seen her naked before, you both bathed together most nights, but you had never seen the harness and erect dildo she had strapped to her front. The contraption was massive, making Noelle's body look smaller in comparison, and what little ration you had left in your body wondered if it would fit. You weren't a virgin, but you were tight and unsure if you would stretch to fit that mammoth thing inside you.

You tried to sit up, but she was on you in seconds, that snake on the front of her body lining up with your hole. You stilled, and some of the fear must have bled into your eyes because Noelle paused. She put her hands on your face, making you look her in the eye.

"Are you scared? I'll stop if you're scared," She said.

"I-I'm not scared, just... will that fit?"

Noelle popped two fingers down to check you, "It'll be a little of a stretch but you can take me. I'm sure of it."

"I-I can?"

She grinned, and the love in her eyes comforted you, "You're my girl. I know you can."

With that, she entered you in one swift motion. She surprised you, enabling your muscles not to tense up until she was fully inside. You yelped, more in surprise than discomfort, and Noelle chuckled. She was right; you had been able to take her with little more than the burn as you stretched deliciously around her. She gave you only a few seconds to get used to the feeling of her inside you before she started. She was only gentle for a few strokes before she truly found her rhythm, folding up your legs onto her shoulders in a mating press so she could fuck you harder. She pounded into you roughly, the soft mattress bouncing you up and down as you struggled to keep yourself steady. Noelle's soft grunts came with every stroke and you mewled like a kitten and drooled as she took you.

It truly surprised you the strength this small woman had in her body. She mounted you like an animal, pumping away with everything she had. You could see the strain in her muscles, and you wanted her to take a break and rest before she exhausted herself, but all your mouth could say was "Yes" and "More" and "Please please please".

Ever the observer, Noelle noticed when you were nearing orgasm. She growled something dominating in your voice, commanding you to orgasm for her, and you howled like a coyote as you came. Tears rolled down your face, and you collapsed dizzy, exhausted, and sweating back onto the bed. You must've looked like a sight, fucked into a state of bliss and drenched in your own fluids. Noelle pulled out of you, looking down at you warmly as she swiped some of you off the dildo, bringing her fingers to her mouth to taste you.

"I knew you would be sweet," She chuckled, lightly pinching your cheek in a gesture of fondness.

"N-Noelle, that was-"

"I know, Princess. Try and relax, okay? Let me take care of you."

"Take... care of me?"

"You've lost a lot of fluids," She gestured between your legs, "Let me get you some water."

"No," You grabbed her arm to keep from leaving you, "Not yet. Don't go yet."

"I'm not leaving you, sweetheart. I'm just going to get you some water and something quick to eat."

You gave her your softest, most pathetic gaze, "Not yet, please? I just want to cuddle first."

Noelle froze for a second in that shocked look she always gave you when you surprised her, then softened, "Well I can't deny that request. Scoot over, baby."

Noelle slipped the harness off her hips and dropped it on the floor to clean later. She slid in behind you, tucking her body around yours, and you curled in response to her becoming the big spoon. It was safe here in her arms; she was so much stronger, smarter, more ambitious than you. It was easier for you to just settle in her arms, content to be a pretty pet for her to love and care for and occasionally reward with a good fucking. Maybe the necklace she gave you was her inconspicuous way of collaring you, her way of marking you as hers before others, or even you, knew for sure.

Noelle whispered about how good you were, how well you took every little thing she gave you and how perfect you looked with her cock spearing you in half. You listened, her words liquefying your mind and the pleasant tingling in your used genitals soothing your body. You would be sore later, but now you were snug in her arms, the hormones of your orgasm and the soft song Noelle hummed putting you to sleep.

She kissed your forehead, and you made a soft, sleepy noise in response.

Noelle chuckled, "Go to sleep, angel. I'll be here when you wake up, and you and I can have a long conversation about new expectations when you wake up."

You made a confused sound, and she patted your head and hushed you.

"I know, Princess," Noelle pacified you, "I know what you want and I promise, I'll do that a lot more often. I'd give you anything, remember?"

You gave a small happy wiggle and snuggled back in, pleased that your amazing girlfriend knew you better than you knew yourself, and had promised to fuck you like a dog in heat more frequently.

[yukioos]

hiiii ♥️♥️♥️

I have a request for wade Wilson ♥️🖤♥️🖤♥️🖤

So I was thinking like a friends to lovers kinda thing where they're doing a sleepover and a pillow fight happens and then they just end up confessing their feelings? This sounds so silly my bad.

Thank u in advance. 🤍🤍🤍

romantic lover — wade wilson x reader

warnings: confessions, reader overthinks and worries wade might not regenerate, wade calls reader ‘pookie bear,’ not proofread

summary: reader and wade have a sleepover and have a pillow fight. they end up confessing to one another.

authors note: from the start will probably come out on monday-wednesday! i haven’t been able to watch the x-men movies in a while so the logan oneshots might not be as accurate until i watch them again. this request isn’t silly btw, i think it’s so cute and im glad you requested it! you have amazing manners and thank you! enjoy 🎀

word count: 1.4k

next door to wade’s apartment, you and wade lay on your bed in your apartment. mean girls begins to play on the large screen in front of you. you hear soft sounds from it, the scene where cady gets invited to karen, regina and gretchen’s table plays. wade makes comments as the movie plays.

he suddenly asks, “do you have face masks? the cool clay green ones that make your face smooth? i mean, it probably won’t work on me but maybe it’ll look cool.” animating his words, rubbing his face.

“yeah, i do! i have the container in my bathroom. i’ll go get it, hang on!” you exclaim.

you pat his thigh as a quick goodbye, knowing you’ll be back. you swing your legs over your bed and hop off, walking a few steps to your bathroom. you place your hand on the handle, open the door, and grab a green container.

you look around the counter for a spatula to spread the clay with. eventually, after opening a drawer, you find it and pick it up. with both items in your hand, you head back over to wade, whose attention is on the large screen in front of him.

he turns his head in your direction when he hears your footsteps, “ooh! is that the clay mask thing? looks yummy. oh, did i tell you about the calamari i had yesterday?” he pauses.

he told you about the calamari as soon as he ate it and sent you photos and texts as he was in that restaurant.

but you lie, enjoying hearing him speak, “no, but how about i put the mask on you while you tell me?”

he nods and begins to rant, you pick up the container and turn the lid. scooping up some of the clay with the spatula, and gently holding his face in your palm. his eyes are focused on yours as he continues to talk.

you spread the clay on his forehead, scooping up more when there’s no more on the spatula. you nod at his words, he switches subjects every couple of minutes. once the green mask covers most of his face and looks pretty, you put the spatula down and start spreading the paste on your face.

you look at yourself in a hand mirror, listening to wade talk about negasonic teenage warhead and her girlfriend.

“you know, yukio is so sweet and has that pink hair, the total opposite of her girlfriend! she always says her hello’s and goodbye’s to me whenever we see each other or leave!”

you agree, “yeah, she’s a real sweetheart. her hair’s adorable, real talented girl.” both of you admire her.

you talk about multiple things in ten minutes, switching subjects constantly. you then tap wade’s shoulder to warn him it’s time to wash the paste off. you gently grab his arm and tug, leading him to the bathroom.

“move your head near the sink and wash your face with the water,” you instruct, looking up at him.

he nods, you turn the water on and make it a lukewarm temperature before smiling at him. he lowers his head down and runs his hands under the stream, rubbing his face. he brings his head back up after a minute, and you see green spots on his face.

he keeps his eyes squeezed shut and asks, “can i have a washcloth? i don’t want my eyes to hurt.”

you state, “yeah, give me a minute. you have some paste on your face.”

you bring your hand up to his face, wiping spots of paste with your thumb. although his face is scarred, he’s the most handsome person in your eyes. you then grab a washcloth from a hanger and gently press it on his face, careful to not irritate his skin.

“does that feel fine?” you ask, feeling him nod against your hand.

you place the washcloth in his hand and lean down to place your face under the water. you gently rub your face to get rid of the paste, feeling wade’s presence behind you. once you bring up your head after washing thoroughly, a washcloth is placed in your hands.

“the material of that washcloth was so soft! oh, one time when i was on a mission, i was at a hotel and i wore those super soft robes. oh, the material made me want to bust all over the—” you continue to listen to him talk, he pauses every couple of minutes to switch topics.

you nod at the words he says, asking questions in between to keep him entertained. after you dry your face with the washcloth, you place them on the counter and walk back to your bed with wade.

the two of you lay on your bed together and continue to watch mean girls, you lay your legs on his.

as you are distracted, you suddenly feel a soft pillow hit your chest. you groan and hold your chest, look to wade, and see a smile on his face. you grab the pillow behind you and hit his chest hard, causing him to wheeze.

he grabs one of the pillows and immediately starts softly hitting you, enough to notice the impact but not enough to feel pain. giggles fill the room as you continue hitting each other and failing to dodge the hits.

being wade’s best friend is always fun, you get to hear about his missions and be apart of them once in a while. you’re the first person he comes to when something happens in his life or he gets exciting news, and vice versa.

but you want more. there’s nothing you want more than to be in a relationship with him, although he’s a busy man. you don’t know if he’d take it seriously if you told him you like him, you blush every time you talk to him.

the thought that he wouldn’t regenerate his health one day has haunted you for years. you always hug him and say sweet words before he goes on a mission. it always seems like his life meant nothing to him because he’d always regenerate.

“you okay? did i hit you too hard? i’m too good, aren’t i?” he asks, teasing you, “but really, you kinda zoned out. are you okay?” his eyes are filled with concern.

you look down in hesitation before you blurt out, “i like you.” you pause, “i’m sorry that now might not be a good time but i really wanna cherish everything we have because you’re a really good person. i just worry every time you go on a mission because i don’t know if you’re coming back. you always act like it’s nothing to you but i get worried your healing thing won’t work when you need it to.”

you keep your eyes focused on the pillow on your lap, wade sits across from you and replies, “i like you too. not like, i mean i do like you but i mean, you know what i mean.”

you sheepishly smile and you feel warm, “really?”

he smiles at you and nods, “i’ve liked you for years! i never told you because you complained about one of your guy best friends telling you he likes you, and, well, that happened a lot. i mean i understand why they like you but since you didn’t like them liking you, i thought you wouldn’t like me liking you. you’re the only person who matches my freak.”

you stare at him and smile, “so we can figure out what we’re gonna be later?”

he nods and agrees, “yeah, but can we continue watching the movie?”

you nod and both of you place the pillows down behind you. you curl up next to wade, who lovingly places a hand on your back for safety and stability. you feel a soft blanket being draped on your and his body.

“night, wade,” you state, closing your eyes.

“night, pookie bear,” he replies, making you chuckle.

you fall asleep in his warm arms, feeling protected and loved.

[drysdalesworld]

I’d love to read something about dad William Eklund! Thanks

uhhh omg yesss!!

i feel like he’d be a very sweet & understanding dad. very gentle & super patient

upon first finding out about reader’s pregnancy, william is off the walls excited. already planning matching outfits & the kinds of skates to get them once they’re able to walk confidently on their own.

i also feel like he’d have a night routine where he talks to reader’s belly about his day, informing their child about what william did & who he saw & what he ate, etc.. dude would also be obsessed with the bump! instinctively wrapping his arm/hand around it as reader & him sleep.

once the child comes, he’s over the moon in adoration.

he’d whisper swedish phrases to the child as he rocks them to sleep, his pointer finger gently brushing the slope of their tiny button nose.

he’d take most of the night shifts so reader can get some well deserved rest.

a smile is always on his face whenever he sees the baby, cooing gently as them as he tickles their belly.

their room is decorated to the nines. all kinds of creatures paint the walls, swirling around from the base boards to the ceiling. the most noticeable animal is a shark—painted right behind the white crib.

shark stuffies are placed in one corner of the crib, all from fans & teammates alike.

he already ordered a custom jersey for them—his number on the back with the word daddy above. william has probably ordered multiple just in case the baby grows quicker than expected.

he loves to hold & cradle them. everything feels much more real when he holds his child close to his heart.

william loves tummy time. he’ll lay on his stomach in front of them & make goofy faces as they play with the toys around them, softly giggling.

he cries at every birthday celebrated & milestone achieved. they start walking? tears. first word is mama? sobbing. second word is dada? choked up. turns a year old? openly weeping. turning five? an utter mess. won first sports game? wailing. william will cry any chance he gets when it comes to his baby growing up & living life.

is NOT excited for when they start their first day of school.

william’s super slow to get ready in the morning, nearly making all of you late to drop off. doesn’t eat breakfast because he can’t stomach the thought of his baby being away from him at some strange place for even a second. takes his sweet time buckling in his munchkin. reader drives because she knows william WILL take the long way. he’s holding back tears as he hugs his baby one last time before saying goodbye & seeing them skip off to their new teacher. reader consoles him in the car for ten minutes afterwards.

is THE #1 team dad hands down. no matter what sport they end up playing, william is there every game with snacks & goodie bags for every player. & even if they don’t do sports, william will still make his baby & their friends snacks for studying or hanging out.

he’s very affectionate, so he’ll kiss his baby on the forehead as a good morning. he’ll embrace them in a hug before they leave to go wherever & when they return home. always says i love you no matter what.

always encourages his kid to do everything with a head held high & a heart full of love. that they can do anything they put their mind to. they can achieve anything their heart desires.

has the biggest smile on his face whenever they attend games with reader. always gives them a warm up puck & if he managed to score a goal or more that game, they’re all reserved for his baby.

is the listener between him & reader whenever their child is angry, upset, or going through a rough time. he’ll sit with them for however long until they feel better.

i can definitely see him as a one child dad, but he’d probably want them to have siblings so i can also see him having 3-4 kids. treats all of them the same—with all the love within his heart.

[muneca-lemon-steppa]

All Kinds of Trouble

Alfie Solomons x Reader, Fluff, 1.2k words

Warnings: Cursing

A/N: Hi guys!! Ok so maybe hiatus is over? I'm trying to be gentle with myself and not hold myself to high standards in posting schedules. Again, therapy and Bar prep are a lot to handle rn, but I was able to do this little piece! This is based of a request sent in by my sweet friend @jassiefayee !!!! I hope you enjoy this angel!! Anyway, love you all so much! Have an amazing day!

Alfie didn’t find peace in many things. The business and all. Made him toss and turn at night, and in the daylight caused him to explode from the pure idiocy of people around him.

But walks in the park with Cyril? Now that gave him peace. With Cyril by his side, anyone who may have wanted to cause trouble stayed far away. Cyril’s imposing stature and mean looking face kept many men looking to scrap at bay, but little did they know that Cyril was by far the sweetest dog in Camden. And the fresh air did Alfie good. Being out in the park, feeling the breeze, hearing children and birds milling about created a sort of temple for him. A quiet place for him to let his mind rest, talk to himself (or God if he had a particular question), or just hum to the beat of Cyril's paws on the ground. This was his rest. This was his peace.

Now it should be noted, that one of the reasons that Alfie loved this particular park was that it was free of distractions for both him and Cyril. While Cyril was a very sweet and good natured dog who hardly ever caused an unnecessary ruckus, he was still a dog. And dogs have this strange habit, if not fantastic ability, to completely change the course of their owner's life.

So it was during a brisk walk on a fine November day where Alfie was suddenly pulled with all the force of heaven’s angels by Cyril’s lead through the park. And just as quick as he was yanked he was halted, nearly tripping over his boots and coat, and falling into Cyril and what might possibly be one of those treacherous angels.

It had become a relatively new habit for you to take a few moments of your day to sit in the park. Whether strolling, reading, or simply listening to the music of the city, you found the meditative state you entered in the park particularly divine. Spending all day cooped up in the house was not doing anyone any favors, and your mother insisted that you look at the sky, breathe in fresh air, or do something to get your energy out. And you enjoyed the respite from your family’s eyes and ears, and the view you caught of other people’s comings and goings. Often making up stories for the familiar faces that passed your eyes.

You had seen Mr. Solomons and his a dog before. It was hard to miss them. Both imposing. Even if Mr. Solomons wasn’t physically too tall, the air in which he carried himself made him seem absolutely monstrous. And the dog he walked along with came with a silent stature to match. When you mentioned to your mother that Mr. Solomons frequented your park, she all but forbid you to go to the park again. He was dangerous. A brute. Nothing good was associated with him. He was an animal. Damned.

Everyone in Camden had a story about Mr. Solomons. Even if they personally had never met him, they knew someone who knew someone who had crossed his path and suffered greatly. Fewer than those who crossed his path, were the women who had the pleasure of spending an evening with him. Demanding. Particular. Incredibly cross with hardly a smile crossing his firm mouth and creased brow. You had heard them all, many a time. And each time you heard the stories more fantastical and gory and outrageous they became. From the way the neighbors spoke of him, he might has well been an ogre who ate good men for supper. A confidant of the devil himself.

Yet those stories never deterred you from letting your eyes wander over to him when he made his way to the park. Surely observing doesn’t damn one’s soul right? And wondering if stories are true surely cannot condemn. Besides, he was never close enough to truly make a difference. A glance and gaze and thought were all that you experienced with the fearsome King of Camden. Until this afternoon, when that monstrous dog came charging at you with a gleeful and slobbery smile. And for whatever reason you never moved from your seat. You stayed planted on your spot on the bench, waiting for whatever was to come. And your supposed attack was merely a disgusting kiss to the neck and chin from the dog, and happy pants from it as well. It’s master, cursing and bellowing at hundred pound puppy who was uninterested in the threats of its flustered master.

You couldn’t help but giggle at the reddened face of Mr. Solomons, clearly out of breathe from the exertion of the sudden chase. “Mr. Solomons are you quite alright? Do you need to sit?”

“Hmm? No, no don’t worry about me angel, m’fine. This damn dog knows better than to run full force in a park. You alright love? Hope Cyril didn’t scare ya.”

You smiled warmly at him, and he was convinced he must have died in the chase and gone to Heaven. Your sweet eyes and tempting lips all too pretty to be here in Camden. You scratched Cyril’s ears before answering, "Oh no Mr. Solomons, I'm fine. Cyril here is very very sweet."

"Now treacle, I think I'm at a disadvantage. Don't like that at all me. Now how is it yeah, that you know my name and now my dog's name... but I don't get to know your name sweetness?"

With a quirked brow you answer, "Oh Mr. Solomons, everyone knows your name. The ferocious King of Camden, and his demon dog. Lots of tales about you Mr. Solomons.”

Alfie allowed himself a smile at your cheek, “Lots of stories eh? Which one is your favorite?”

“The one where you bested the devil himself in a game of chess and won the keys to hell.”

Alfie made himself comfortable next to you on the bench, making sure that his thigh touched yours, “Is that so? Your mum tell you that little one?”

You shook your head, “No sir. She told me I wasn’t to go near you.”

“And yet here you are, talking to bad men. Tsk tsk tsk. Naughty ain’t you?”

“It’s fun to be naughty sometimes. Don’t you agree Mr. Solomons?”

Alfie couldn’t help but bring his shiny rings to your cheek, taking stock of your face. You never flinched away, keeping fiery eyes locked on his. He hummed a tune you didn’t know, and stated, “There’s an opera tonight at 8. You’ll come with me. Wear something nice.”

“I don’t go to operas with strange men.”

“I don’t go to operas with strange women. Yet here we are sweet. I thought you liked being naughty.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his brazenness. In truth, you couldn’t believe you allowed yourself to get this far. But it was too delicious to let go now. “You’ll pick me up on the corner of 10th and Victoria? At 6pm.”

“Now what will I do with you for two hours before the play treacle?”

You shrugged, “Show me how the King of Camden has a good night.”

Alfie laughed heartily, “Fuck me you really are a bad little thing aren’t you. Alright sweetness, I’ll pick you up there at 6. And let’s see what we can get up to.”

[just-dreaming-marvel]

Love That Burns ~ Ending 2 ~ 65

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Word Count: 2,180ish

Summary: Wade is back with a cure. Will you take it?

Notes: Please send in reactions! The gift really has nothing to do with the chapter, I just love it.

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Logan woke up with a pain in his neck. He grimaced as he moved his neck from side to side cracking it. Sighing, Logan finally opened his eyes and remembered where he was. Your apartment. He glanced down and a his lips pulled up into a smile. You were still asleep, cuddled up to him. His arm tightened around you. As he looked down at you, Logan wished that every morning could be like this, you asleep in his arms. 

A few minutes pass and Logan decided to carry you to bed. Trying not to jostle you too much, he maneuvered you into his arms and took you to bed. He covered you up before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Peanut, Buttercup, I’m home!” Wade shouted from the living room.

Logan quickly left your bedroom, shutting the door behind him as he rushed to the living room. “Did you do it?” Logan asked. “Did you find something?”

“Well, hello to you, too, Peanut. Seems like a lot has happened since I’ve been gone. You and Buttercup—”

“Wade! Just tell me you’ve found something.”

“Oh… I struck a cord with the big bag Wolverine. Your whole world just revolves around our Little Flame, doesn’t it? You completely fell head over heels in love with her and I wasn’t even around to tease you about it. Come on,” Wade outstretched his arms, “give your favorite roomie a hug.”

“I am not giving you a hug.”

“Come on, just give Buttercup’s savior a hug.”

“So you did do it?��

“I’m not telling you anything until I get a hug.”

Logan groaned and clenched his jaw. “Fine,” he huffed.

“Yay!” Wade launched himself forward and wrapped himself around Logan. “Come on, Peanut, you have to hug back or I won’t tell you.”

Logan grunted as he allowed his arms to wrap around Wade. Laura was at the table, watching with amusement as she ate breakfast.

“What is going on here?” You asked from the hallway, having woken up from the loud voices. “Uh… should I give you two some space? Need to go have a moment alone after being separated?”

“Exactly the welcome back I was looking for,” Wade commented. He let go of Logan and immediately went over, wrapping you up in a hug. “I missed you, Buttercup. And I brought something back with me. Which,” he turned and shook his finger and Logan, “I told you not to tell anyone about my little mission, and Little Wolf over there clearly knew.”

“I didn’t tell her,” Logan said. “I only told Y/N.”

“And I didn’t tell her,” you added.

“Oh, please,” Laura spoke up, “it was obvious what Wade was off trying to do. No one needed to tell me anything.”

“Okay, well, it’s time for story time with Deadpool!” Wade announced. “Every one sit back, relax and enjoy the show!”

~~~

Wade was as animated as ever as he told the story. Wade had found a universe that had an Ember with phoenix abilities on a superhero team that was a combination of the X-Men and the Avengers. The different version of you didn’t have the same problem that you were having. But using her and the files that Wade had on you, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Jean Grey, and Hank McCoy were able put together something.

“You should have seen it!” Wade exclaimed. “Some of the greatest minds in the multiverse, all working together to save our Little Flame! I should have taken a video. It was amazing!”

“Will it work?” Logan wondered, failing to keep his hopes at bay.

“Well, we didn’t exactly have anyone to test it on, but Stark’s fancy AI ran multiple simulations and they seemed very hopeful.”

You were staring at the vial of red liquid in Wade’s hand as everyone else in the room stared at you. Your thoughts were spiraling as you thought of the consequences of taking this cure that Wade had managed to find.

“Mom?” Laura pulled you from your thoughts. “What are you thinking?”

“I… Well, first, thank you Wade, for trying to find something. For risking yourself. It means so much more to me than you’ll ever know… But I can’t take it.”

“What?” Logan questioned.

“I can’t take it. At least, not yet.”

“Why not?” Logan was growing angry. Wade had potentially found a way to keep you with them longer—to keep you with him—and you were just going to throw that away?

“Because Wade can’t promise us that this will actually work. What if I take it and die instantly? What if I take it only to then die a slow and painful death? I don’t want any of you to have to witness any of the possibilities that my mind has come up with.”

“Doll, you’re dying a slow and painful death right now.”

“Yes, but it could be a lot worse. I want to live as much as I can while I can. And when the time comes that there is really no other option, I will consider taking the cure… I’m sorry. I can’t take the risk of losing time with you all. Can you understand that?” You looked at each of them. “Can you all respect my choice?” They remained silent. “Wade, I’m sorry if this upsets you. If I—“

“Hold it right there, Buttercup,” Wade interrupted, stepping closer to you and placing his hands on your shoulders. “This doesn’t upset me at all. This is your choice. And I will respect it. You want to live life the best you can for as long as you can? Then that’s what I’ll help you do.”

“Me, too, mom,” Laura stepped up. “However long we have.”

You gave them both a tight lipped smile before focusing on Logan. You could see the conflict behind his eyes. Logan was torn between forcing the liquid from the vial down your throat and obeying your wishes. He wanted more time. It’s something he felt was always slipping through his fingers despite the long lifespan. But you had a point, if the cure didn’t work, then taking it would only take you from them—from him sooner. And Logan wasn’t sure if he’d survive that.

“Lo?” You whispered, unable to wait for an answer any longer.

“I’m with you, darlin’,” Logan responded. “Whatever you need.”

You felt immense relief, but weren’t able to say anything before Wade beat you do it.

“Wait, Lo?” Wade questioned. “Is that what we’re calling him now?”

“Just her,” Laura smirked.

“Oh, really? Not as good as Peanut or Honey Badger but it will—“

“Not now, Wade,” Logan growled.

“Okay, okay,” Wade put his hands up. “But we,” he motioned between himself and you, “are so talking about this later.”

“Thank you for understanding,” you changed the subject back.

“I want you to keep this.” Wade offered you the vial. 

You shook your head. “No. Keep it. I don’t want it near me.” You leaned close and pressed a kiss to Wade’s cheek. “Thank you for trying. I’m going to go get ready for the day. I have to go to work early.”

The three watched as you slipped into the bathroom.

“Well, I guess that I’ll keep this baby,” Wade shook the vial, “in a safe place.”

“Give it to, Logan,” Laura said. 

“What?” Logan breathed out.

“You are the one I trust the most to kept it safe and to help do what needs to be done with the time comes.”

“Hey!” Wade exclaimed. “I found it!”

“And you did great, Wade. But I think it needs to go to Logan.”

“Fine,” Wade huffed, tossing the vial to Logan, who caught it. Wade yawned, dramatically stretching out. “Well, I need some sleep. Come on, Peanut.”

“What? Why?” Logan questioned.

“Because we need to talk before I hit the hay.” Wade went over to Logan and began pushing him out of the apartment. “See ya later, Little Wolf!” Logan and Wade entered their apartment, Wade slamming the door behind them. “What the actually fuck?! How have you not asked her out yet?!”

“It’s none of your damn business.”

“It kinda is! The tension between the two of you has increased by like a billion times and I totally saw you two asleep, cuddling on the couch earlier! Make a fucking move already!”

“It’s not that easy! I have no idea if she feels the same—“

“Then you are utterly stupid and your old age has caught up to your eyes!”

Logan shook his head and turned to look away from Wade. “What if I let her down? What if I fail her like I failed her in my universe?”

Wade scoffed. “You cannot be serious, Peanut. Fail her? You don’t have that in you, Howlett. I have watched you practically move heaven and earth to make her feel safe and wanted. You don’t have it in you to fail our Little Flame.”

The vial rolled around in Logan’s hand. “Thank you… For finding something, even though we don’t know if it will work and she didn’t take it… Thank you for trying.”

“Anything for my favorite couple. Now, I was serious when I said that I’m tired. But, one last word of advice, don’t wait to ask her. We don’t know know how many good days she has left and if this cure will work when she chooses to take it. Stop wasting time. You may have a good hundred years more, but her clock is ticking, Peanut. Don’t wait too long, only to regret it later.”

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You were on Logan’s mind all day. You and Wade’s words about not wasting anymore time. He wasn’t try to waste time, at least that’s what he believed. What if you weren’t ready? What if he did something that pushed you away for good? At this point, Logan was sure that he couldn’t live without you. He is completely content to just be a friend in your life. To just love you without your love in return. He could live with that. But Wade had a point. Would he regret not trying something when it came down to it?

You could tell that Logan was stuck in his own mind, but didn’t push it as he helped you close up the bar. The two of you started walking home in silence. Logan’s hand that was nearest to you kept clenching and unclenching. He was debating on reaching for your hand, simply to see what would happen when he made a small move. So, taking a deep breath, Logan brushed his hand against yours. You immediately took a sharp inhale at the contact. Logan did it again, this time moving his fingers around your hand.

You yanked your hand away, immediately regretting it. You had simply become too self conscious of your hands because of how scarred they now were. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Logan’s face fall and his hands get stuffed into his jacket pockets. Guilt gnaws at you and you hate that you let your insecurities get the better of you. So you took a deep breath and looped your arm through Logan’s and leaned into him. Logan’s eyes went wide before he looked down at you. You can feel the tension release from his body as the two of you lean into each other.

The two of you walk slower, but it didn’t matter. You were both enjoying the silent time together and the connection. When the two of you finally reached your apartment door, you reluctantly pulled away.

“Thanks for walking me back, Lo,” you said quietly. There was something charged and changed between the two of you and you didn’t know what to do with it.

“Anytime, doll,” the edges of his lips barely lifted up, but it was enough for you to consider it a smile. “I… uh… I… Well, I was wondering if you, ummm, if you… you eat?”

“If I eat?”

“Fuck.” He raked his hand through his hair as he looked down at his feet, clearly nervous. “Of course you eat, we’ve had meals together. I’m a complete dumbass. What I’m meaning to say is… well, I… would you… I was wondering if you would like to do something tomorrow night… with me? Just the two of us.”

“Like a… date?”

“Uh, yes. Of course, if you don’t want to, please know that I take no offense. I know that this is—“

“Lo, stop, stop,” you placed a hand on his chest to try to stop his rambling. 

You paused as you could feel his rapidly beating heart. He was so nervous and it was both heartwarming and funny. You could feel your own heart begin to race. This was a big question he was asking and you knew that it could change the dynamics of your relationship. Were you willing to take that risk? You looked in Logan’s eyes and felt the safety and comfort that only came with him.

“I’d love to go on a date with you, Lo.”

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[albertdabuttler]

Masked Adversary | D.L.

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fandom: Kick-Ass

pairings: Dave Lizewski/Kick-Ass x F!Reader

WARNINGS: cussing, suggestive thoughts?? mentions of kissing 👅👅, angst and overthinking cause im a hater. SLOW BURN :P

summary: You and Dave have lost a childhood friendship. The circumstances have made you grow to despise one another, until KickAss has no one else to turn to but you, causing him to develop a small crush. The only problem being that you don't know it's him.

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You had just finished showering when you heard your mom calling your name, telling you there was someone at the door for you. Thankfully, you were dressed and had finished drying your hair already. “Coming!” Opening the door of your steamy bathroom, you were met with Dave walking past to your room.

“I already sent him up!” She called from downstairs, far too late.

“Hey,” You spoke in a rather awkward tone, slipping past him towards your room as he followed. “Uh, sorry if it’s a little messy, I was gonna organize it before you got here but you got here already so… Yeah.” You picked up everything from your desk, taking your things to your bed to study comfortably.

Dave stood there awkwardly, not sure if he should also sit on your bed with you or… Anywhere else.

“Come on, dude,” you scoffed in amusement, patting your bed to get him to sit down. He laughed nervously, setting his bag next to your bed and taking his notebook and pen out. He sat down across from you, at the end of your bed while you sat by your pillows.

“Nice shirt,” he said, seeing the Robin shirt you were wearing and remembering he had drenched it in his blood. You looked down at it, smiling to yourself. “I found it in my closet yesterday and… I—I just washed it.” Dave himself was just wearing a tee and sweats.

“Okay, so I was able to get half of my stuff done after you dropped me off earlier, but I still have this part to finish.” You pointed at your laptop, showing him what you still had to write and continued to talk about what else you had to finish.

It was a project for science. The two of you had to put together a presentation on some animals or something.

“So…” you tapped your pen against your knee.

Finishing writing a sentence, he lifted his eyes to look at you, “Yeah?”

Was it just you or was he actually starting to look… Good?

“Um…” You looked to the side as you thought of an ice breaker. “You had any girlfriends yet?”

He blushed and smiled awkwardly, “Uh…” Scoffing at himself, he looked around as if an answer would pop into his view. “Not really… Why…?” He squinted at you.

“Hm. Still a loser I see. Glad to know you haven’t changed.” You teased. He only rolled his eyes, looking back down at his paper.

“You’re so annoying. Didn’t you get dumped like three times?”

“Unbelievable,” you watched him, rolling your eyes. “When you get a girlfriend you can talk shit.”

He smirked. “You’re not denying it.”

You glared at him. “I dumped them.”

“Right.” He looked back down at his notebook, trying to hold back a smile.

You glanced up at him again, taking in his features, the way his glasses slowly slid down his nose as he looked down, the way his bottom lip was caught between his teeth in concentration.

Before you knew it, he was looking up at you with a curious look. “…What?”

You blinked, hiding the flustered feeling you got from him catching you staring.

“You’re also not as incredibly nerdy looking as I remember.”

He can only glare at you. “What’s that supposed to mean?” But alas, he hoped it meant you were attracted to him. At least almost as much as he was to you.

“Nothing you just… Don’t look so bad after all this time.”

He quickly looked back down at his notebook, unsure of how to feel from the so called ‘compliment.’ Although his heart was pounding through his ribcage, he decided to tease.

“You think I’m cute?” He gave you a smolder.

“Oh hell no.” You scoffed at the stupid face he made.

“Maybe.”

Even if you had whispered that last part, he still heard it.

You had spent almost an hour working on your project before you heard your dad knock at your door. You had no time to answer before he opened it.

“Dinner’s ready.” He said, smirking at Dave. “Keep the door open.”

You rolled your eyes. “Dad, you know it’s not like that.”

Dave and your father had a very good relationship before you had stopped being friends. There were even times where your dad would go out of his way to invite Dave and his dad over for dinner. They even had their own inside jokes.

“Don’t worry, sir.” Dave shook his head, “I’m way out of her league.” He had a smug look on his face that made you want to shove him out of your house.

“Up top,” said your dad, holding his hand up as Dave stood up. You knew your dad loved you and was just teasing, but it still annoyed you.

“You guys suck.” You said, pushing past your dad and meeting your mom in the kitchen while they laughed.

If it was any other guy, like your last boyfriend, your dad would have beat his ass for saying something like that. But it was Dave, and Dave was like the son your dad never had.

“Love you, hun.” Your dad called after you but you didn’t reply.

You set the dinner table quickly, sitting down as your mom set the food down.

Your dad sat at the end of the table with your mom across from you, Dave’s usual spot had always been next to you and that didn’t change.

“Where have you been? We missed you, kid.” Said your dad, already digging in.

Dave gave you a look, wondering why you hadn’t told your parents your reason for not being friends.

“I dunno… Just been busy, I guess.” He said quietly.

“Why haven’t you come over?” Your mom asked.

Dave and you looked at each other for a second, “We just didn’t really talk much after freshman year ‘cause we didn’t have any classes together.” You told her, which wasn’t really a lie. You and Dave didn’t have any classes together freshman year.

“That’s sad,” she frowned, “you two were always inseparable.” She smiled at Dave fondly.

Dave only poked at his food, “Yeah,” he said, smiling to himself.

You had finished eating, everyone continuing to converse here and there with their on food still on their plates when you felt Dave’s knee touch your thigh. He didn’t pull away, and neither did you to see what he would do. He only kept talking to your parents, completely ignoring the fact his body was touching yours.

Of course he actually did realize this. In his head he had done it on purpose just to see how you’d react. You tried to stop thinking about it for the rest of dinner.

You weren’t mad or uncomfortable, of course it had happened before, but it felt different somehow. Familiar.

“So have you guys gone on any dates yet?” Asked your mother, out of nowhere.

You froze, staring at her. Dave choked on his drink, coughing over and over again, trying to catch his breath but he didn’t seem to tone it down. His face was red because of this. And other reasons.

“Sorry.” Your mom hid a smile, seeing Dave’s reaction gave her more than enough answers on his part.

She gave you a knowing look and you sent her a look of disgust.

"Gross." You said, repeating Dave's words from earlier that day. Dave finally cleared his throat of whatever he choked on and tried to back you up. His knee wasn't touching you anymore, you noticed.

"What she said," he pointed his thumb at you, voice hoarse.

"You've never even thought about getting together!?" Your mom looked surprised. At this, you couldn't help but do exactly that. What it would be like to go on a date with him, maybe getting a coffee at Atomic Comics, maybe watch the Avengers movie that was about to come out in theaters. What it would be like to hold hands at school, how surprised everyone would be since you guys seemed to hate each other so much. What Cleo would say, what Todd and Marty would say.

What you would have to tell Kick-Ass if he climbed into your window again.

'Hey I know I patched you up and stuff and kinda stopped you from bleeding out, and I know we kissed like three times but guess what?! I have a boyfriend and I can't talk to you anymore.'

And what it would be like to kiss Dave. If he would be any good at it, or if he still hasn't gotten laid because he's too much of a pussy to talk to girls. How it would feel if he had his hands all over you, his lips brushing yours, how it would feel if he was kissing your neck softly—

"You guys have much in common." Your dad smiled slyly at you two, snapping you out of your daydream.

Why had you let your mind wander that far?!

Dave stared at his food, his face an obvious red.

"Okay, that's a wrap..." You cleared your throat, pursing your lips. You excused yourself from the table, picking up your dish and Dave followed, “Thanks for the food,” Dave smiled at your mom as you took your dishes to the sink.

"Sorry about that," you spoke as you approached the top of the stairs.

"I—It's fine." He brushed it off, sitting down on your bed as you shut the door.

It was silent for a few moments as you scrolled through an article on your laptop, Dave reading from his drafts.

"Have you even had your first kiss yet?" You questioned out of the blue.

His eyes shot up, hesitating for a second before regaining his composure.

"Yeah. Sixth grade, remember?" He said proudly. "Have you?"

"Yes, dumbass. You know this." you scoffed.

"With who?"

"Remember Freddy? The brunet guy that called you a nerd in second grade and you never got over it? He was my first boyfriend."

"Lame." He rolled his eyes. "Smart-mouth like him I bet it was the best kiss you ever had." He shot.

"Wrong. Best kiss I ever had was with Kick-Ass." You crossed your arms sassily.

It was safe to say that Dave was flattered. "Oh really? You don't even know him though, so it doesn't really count."

"Maybe I don't know who he is, but I do know that he actually likes me. I just have to find out who he is. He’s probably hot or whatever…”

Dave blinked in awe. "He might not like you… He could just be using you. Why are you kissing random guys anyway? Are you really that desperate…?”

“No?! He just made it obvious, okay? And why are you getting all weird? Are you jealous…?”

“Me? Jealous of him? Fuck no, I’d rather be stitched up by a damn chimp than you with your terrible needle skills.”

You paused. “How did you know I needed to stitch him up…?”

He was able to answer before hesitating, “Cleo told us when you left for fourth period.”

“Fine whatever. Just piss off dude, at least I talk to the opposite sex.” You huffed.

He stared at you for a moment and you laughed at his expression, himself joining you soon after. A few moments later you noticed yourself looking at him too often. Like you were expecting him to say something.

“…What?” Dave slowly looked up at you from his notebook, noticing your lasting gaze.

“I—“ you thought for a moment, figuring out a way to explain yourself. Suddenly, you sat closer to him, pulling his glasses off his face before putting them on yourself.

“Holy shit, you’re blind.” You teased.

“Shut up.” He scoffed, “you’re exaggerating.”

You took a moment to look at him, noticing the big difference without his glasses. Dave watched you expectantly.

“You look weird with glasses.” A smirk threatened to creep up on his lips. You only scoffed.

“And here I was thinking you looked cuter without them.”

He blinked, losing his words and you began to notice a pink upon his face. He laughed nervously, swallowing whatever was in his throat as he looked away at his notebook, trying to pretend like he didn’t hear you.

You smiled, feeling a sudden urge to tease him in a flirty way. “Did you hear what I said?”

Dave looked back up at you. “What?”

“You should wear contacts. You have really pretty eyes.” You looked at his lips for a moment, licking your own, picturing yourself kissing Dave.

“Um… Thanks…” His heart rate began to quicken as he tried keeping his gaze on you, noticing how you looked at his lips. All of a sudden, he grew bold, looking at your lips too.

“What are you looking at?” He asked curiously.

You blinked and looked up at his eyes, adjusting the glasses on the bridge of your nose. “Nothing.”

“You know… I had a crush on you in eighth grade.” He whispered.

You laughed, “What?”

He chuckled, “Yeah, I don’t know how my taste was that terrible at any point in my life.” He tutted.

“Fuck you.” You laughed softly. “You’re such an asshole, you know that?”

He held back a smile, tracing his eyes over your features.

The two of you stared at each other for what felt like an eternity until you felt yourself being pulled closer to him. He leaned towards you as well until his face was just a few inches from yours, his hand resting next to your leg to hold himself up.

Finally, he began closing the distance, trying to ease into it as if not to scare you. His lips barely made it to yours before you pulled away, removing his glasses from your face and placing them back on his with a smile.

“We should finish this…” You sighed.

His face was noticeably red again, especially from the embarrassment of you pulling away. He felt like an idiot, thinking you actually wanted to kiss him. He didn’t question you or anything, but he still wanted to understand why you’d lure him in like that only to rip it from his grasp.

"Oh fuck, it's already ten past nine," spoke Dave, putting his things away.

"I would say you could sleep over like you used to, but I don't want my parents saying shit like that ever again. Plus Kick-Ass could come over and I don’t want him to think I’m with a nerd or whatever.” You teased.

Giggling, he stood up with his bag in hand, you followed him to the front door.

"Thanks for having me," he smiled as he walked past your parents in the living room. He opened the door for you, stepping out after you.

"Thanks for studying with me... And dinner." He spoke softly, giving a small smile.

"Yeah..." You stood in front of him, admiring his features as he towered over you. He had a strong jaw, soft plump lips, a cute nose, perfect eyebrows (for a guy), and beautiful blue eyes behind his glasses. His curls fell over his forehead—were you looking at him too long? You felt like a creep for just staring at him for what felt like hours. You knew it had to be weird. But what you didn't know was that he was admiring you too.

He was standing so close, close enough for you to right hook him. You looked at his eyes 'til you caught him glancing at your lips. He wanted to kiss you again, like he did yesterday, but he knew he couldn't. Not as himself, at least.

For some strange reason you moved closer to him, not knowing why or what your motive was.

"See you Monday." He took a step back, pursing his lips with his hands shoved in his pockets.

"We—You can come over tomorrow if you want...?" You tried, but to do what? Why did you want him back here again so soon?

"Uh—I have stuff this weekend... But I'll text you if any plans change..." He slowly walked backwards onto the sidewalk. He felt bad for lying again. He couldn't keep this up much longer.

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His Favorite Place to Be

Summary: Halsin goes to Tav’s tent thinking that she’s sick. It turns out Tav is but not from anything physical.

Warnings: Comfort, Astarion being a bit of an ass, mild alcohol use, some transformation magic - he’d a Druid, morning wood, oral sex (male and female receiving), unprotected P in V, outdoor sex, fluff

Word Count: about 2.4k

Notes: My first Baldur’s Gate fic here. 👀 I wrote it about Halsin surprisingly but that seven foot Druid deserves it and so do we. 🤭 Let me know what you all think in some comments or reblogs. 🥰

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Having a Druid in the party was a good thing, it helped out with healing and potion making. Turning into all those animals was an added bonus as they were as dangerous as they were cuddly.

It’s one such night that the Druid Halsin decided to transform into a wolf and crawl into Tav tent. He swears it’s because he heard her sniffling and maybe she needed some herbs to calm herself. He understands why she would be distressed, having one of those insidious tadpoles in your head can make you feel hopeless. Initially the party had come to him hoping the lead Druid would be able to help them. Their party did save him from the Goblin Camp afterall.

Much of the camp was still in celebration and it seemed Tav had moved her tent away from the bustle to the edges of their safe camp. When Halsin entered her tent he saw her with a bottle of wine, none of her usual camp attire, just in a simple sleeping gown. It was thin and appeared worn, Halsin knew that if Tav still had her wits about her, she would have shooed him out or covered herself as he had full view of her thick legs in the candlelight. They appeared to be perfect pillows along with her soft belly that was always hidden underneath armor and breasts with her nipples visible through the sheer fabric.

She gives him a smile that’s too wide and betrays her intoxication level. As much as he would like to explore her, now would not be a good time. Halsin wants Tav to say she wants him, but he knows her heart belongs to another who only pays her the same attention as the other members of their odd group. “You can’t sleep well, can you? Tonight’s a celebration. You should go out and visit with more of the people.” She shakes her head and sets the bottle down.

“No, that isn’t necessary. I did my rounds and one person I wanted to drink with told me that ‘he has standards.’ So I washed up and came here. I wanted to be alone.” The sorrow in her voice draws anger within Halsin, how could that damn pale elf say that to her? He’s an utter fool. Her eyes are wet from tears. “I think as much as he makes fun of our wizard, he wants a taste of him.” A bitter laugh leaves her lips as she reaches a hand out to stroke the white fut of Halsin’s coat. “So fluffy. I didn’t expect a wolf. Maybe an owlbear or a cat.”

Halsin whines from her touch, primed to transform again into what she would want but she shakes her head. “Stay like this if you like. It’s clear you’re comfortable. You’re kind Halsin, thanks for checking in on me. I didn’t finish the bottle. I don’t think I ate enough beforehand so my stomach got a bit sour.” In patting her belly, Tav looks down and realizes the state of her nightgown, her eyes widen and Halsin returns to his natural form. His large hands gently grab each one of her shoulders.

“Do not fret. Though I feel blessed to see your current state, I will bid you goodnight my dear.” His hands drop but Tav reaches for them. Halsin is unsure of what she wants but he just sits with her for a time.

“It would be in poor form to ask you to stay, but I don’t want you to go. Please stay Halsin. At least until I fall asleep.” Her eyes are pleasing with him to do so and he nods wordlessly. She lays down first and he lays next to her, cradling her in his arms. Her quiet sniffles begin again. “Thank you Halsin. I just…”

“It is a privilege to provide comfort to you. Just focus on breathing. Rest.” Tav finds his voice soothing and she’s soon off to sleep. Halsin dozed off too except when he stirred, feeling a presence outside of Tav’s tent. Astarion was outside and peering in, he let out a snort and nodded as Halsin looked over his shoulder ‘you’re better for her anyway. I already made her cry. I have a date with a mysterious wizard.’ And he was gone as fast as he came.

The sunlight is peeking over the horizon as Tav awakens in Halsin’s arms though she doesn’t recall this position: her on top of him. She’s spread out, he head is on his chest and one of her legs is at both of his sides. In moving, her core which was bare as she normally slept without underwear. It was rubbing against Halsin’s pelvis. It seemed that even druids have morning wood. The gasp she released woke him from his slumber and his first act in his drowsy state was to let his hand that had been on her back to slide down, landing on her thigh. His other hand did the same and he squeezed. “Oak Father, you bless me with such bounty this day…” His prayer leads to the wood elf massaging Tav’s thighs and grinding his hips upward. “Silvanus be praised, I’ve only imagined such downy flesh in my hand…” A moan escapes from Tav and he realizes that he’s not still in his dream, but he’s touching Tav in reality. “Sweet one I…”

“You’ve imagined touching me? Like this Halsin?” A quiet nod followed by a gulp makes Tav peck his lips. “It’s alright to touch me more. Please.” Halsin sits up so Tav is in his lap and raises some bones to left her up momentarily while he removes his clothes. He sits before her naked, his thick cock weeping from his own imagination.

“A request I am more than ready to oblige. If you’ll allow me.” Halsin grins, he moves his vines to encase the tent, muffling the sound from within. Laying Tav down after removing her nightgown, his vines hold her hands up above her head as he palms meet her breasts, kneading them while Tav moans his name. Halsin lets his heavy dick rest on her inner thigh while he pinches her nipples, feeling them harden. “Such a perfect gift for me. I am yours. Use me as you see fit.” Moving down from her breasts, his fingers trailing alone her belly, feeling its soft jiggle.

“Kiss me and release my hands Halsin.” As he was commanded, the vines sink back into the earth and his lips crash with hers. Tav’s hands are frantic, tracing every scar she can feel on his back and scratching it to make a few of her own. The tip of his cock grazes her clit and her body shudders as they continue to kiss. He ensures to rotate his hips lightly to make her body jerk again. When they finally part, Tav makes her last request. “Enter me Halsin. Fill me.”

“With the utmost pleasure.” Halsin scoots back to take stock of Tav’s core. Glistening, but not quite enough for his longing. It appears he had a meal before him. His face lowered to her hips when she grab a hand full of his hair. “My dear, you’re not wet enough and I am a lot to take in.” Having seen his dick, Tav knew that he was correct. She was nervous about him being down there because no one else has. It was an odd sensation at first, his tongue was nearly as slick as her, but she felt it elongate. Tav wasn’t aware that Halsin would transform parts of his body, she thought it was all of nothing. With her thighs closing around his head, what began as a curious feeling quickly turned pleasurable, to the point where she was tugging at his hair to try and ease the pressure that was building, it felt like she might pee but Halsin proved to have a powerful tongue as his face was drenched along with a third of Tav’s bedroll.

“It…I…what happened…? Your face Halsin.” Tav looked horrified but the wood elf chuckled as he crawled up her body to kiss her.

“Taste yourself, how delicious you are. I do believe you squirted my dear.” Tav’s face felt hot as did the rest of her body, that had never happened with penetration let alone with oral. She hadn’t even had the latter before. What in the world would his cock feel like? Lining himself up with Tav’s dripping hole, Halsin slowly entered, watching her face for any discomfort, he stopped halfway in. His fingers brushed a few strands of hair out of her face. “How does half of me feel? Can I go further?” Tav felt so full that she latched her hands onto Halsin’s forearms that were holding her hips still.

The stretch was incredible, and the burning sensation gave way to her wall trying to close in on his shaft. “M-More. All the way, then stay still.” Halsin eased his way further in, stopping when his hips were finally flush with Tav’s. He looked to see her mouth agape and felt her nails digging into the skin on his forearms. He left himself warm within her. He didn’t need to rush, everyone was likely hungover from the night before. He could remain within her for a while yet. His cock throbbed from wanting friction, to be choked by her moist cavern. “Halsin…” Tav began, her voice weak and out of breath, “M-Move…make me do that…squirt again.” Withdrawing until he nearly pulled out completely, Halsin gave Tav slow deliberate strokes, ensuring that her cunt would remember him and the stretch he’d given it.

“Ah!! Gods be…Halsin!” Tav cries out his name while his strokes start to increase in speed. The throbbing in his cock has intensified and he wants her to climax again before he releases inside of her. Halsin leans down and kisses between Tav’s breasts, releasing her hip on one side to roll his finger in a circle around her clit.

“You’re beginning to flutter but are still gripping my dick so tightly. Such a glorious woman you are. You’ll drip from your superb cunt for days.” He took the one hand he still has on her hip and brought her leg over his shoulder, changing the angle at which he was rutting into her. Tav was unable to for full sentences while she felt the same pressure building from before. It was even more intense from both his cock and her clit.

“Have…me..fuck! Drip..! Don’t waste any, Ah! H-Halsin!” Tav was growling and drooling, unable to close her mouth from moaning. The same mighty force had her essence coat Halsin’s cock, balls, happy trail, both of their thighs and more of her bedroll was soaked. Halsin groaned with Tav’s name on his lips as he shot into her, ropes of his seed coating her walls. The pulsations were many and lessened until he felt himself go limp within her. He didn’t pull out yet. He wanted to stay within Tav. Have his cum remain within her as long as possible.

“Let us lay here for a spell. The others will not wake until late in the day. I want to have you for as long as I can.” Halsin kisses Tav’s neck as she cups his cheeks before pulling him to her lips.

“Yes we should. There’s nowhere else I want to be. Stay with me and in me, we’ll wash later.” The pair chuckle and fall back asleep. In waking later, they both go to a river in the woods to wash up and use the excuse that most people were already using the one near camp. However there may have been another motive.

Tav is naked and crouched down in front of Halsin, licking the shaft of his dick. She took come of his cum that had leaked out of her and smeared it on his cock and balls stating that both needed to be cleaned. She had started with his balls, sucking on each individually while tracing her finger around the head of Halsin’s cock. Hearing his groans had her dripping once more, and once she accepted his cock into her mouth, she placed a hand on each of his muscular thighs and bobbed her head, taking his cock as deep as she could. The Druid soon pulled her off of his cock and pushed Tav against a nearby tree, her ass facing him as he gave it a light slap and she yelped. “Princess of mine, I want your cunt to milk me again. I will save your throat for later today. I need to fill you again. Watching you play with our combined spends,” Halsin takes his erect dick in his hand and slides it within Tav, easier than the previous time. “Such an obedient flower, she sucks me in just like her owner.”

This time, he doesn’t bother with starting out slow, his pace is steady but the slaps of his hips with hers makes Tav’s cunt drip down her thighs and into the ground. She looks back at Halsin who meets her gaze and pulls her by her chest to kiss her. His thrusts slow while they kiss, their tongues sloppily meeting and tangling with each other. Lifting one Tav’s legs, Halsin breaks their kiss and rolls his hips faster, licking the back of Tav’s neck as his hand seeks out her sensitive nub, once found he pinches it and Tav climaxes while he’s still building to his own peak. It’s not long after that he fills her again, support Tav as her body becomes limp for a short period. He doesn’t remove himself and instead sits on a nearby rock and pulls her into his lap, letting her cunt keep hold of his flaccid cock. Remaining within her is something he could do daily, several times a day and he would pray to Silvanus that he can. Tav grinds her hips slowly, lengthening the last of her orgasm.

“We have to actually wash up now and get back to camp Halsin.” Tav states and goes to stand but her legs are still wobbly. He supports her, kissing shoulder before wrapping his arms around her.

“Just a little bit longer love. This is my favorite place to be.”

Peeps who might want some wood elf comfort 💚: @perotovar @megamindsecretlair @pink-petal-lover @selene-themoon @max--phillips @theshotsheardacrossworlds @soft-persephone @soft-girl-musings

(I tagged people who interacted with my Baldur’s Gate posts. Let me know if you want to be removed or stay. 🤭)

[cheriladycl01]

Quirk #4

Here is my fourth quirk idea! Feel free to use this in your fanfics (just give me credit if you directly got it from me) obviously I know however I’m not the only creative person in the world and that some people may have also had these ideas before me!

Quirk: Manifestation of Illustration

This quirk could work two ways.

Number 1 where’d she’d be similar to Tamaki where the illustrations on her body can manifest onto her. So if she had a tiger tattoo she can get tiger ability’s or turn into one.

Number 2 would be that she can bring to life ‘manifest’ anything drawn by her or on her. So it would kind of work like Megumi from Jujitsu Kaisen Demon Dogs do, mixed with Momo’s creation abilities. She has dogs tattooed on her. She can send them out as scouts. She has a dagger drawn on her, she can make it into a real dagger to use etc.

Or both if you want her OP (one can be like a quirk awakening later down the book?)

This entails:

- Objects Creation

- Object Morphing

- Animal Characteristics etc

Weaknesses

- Can only use a certain amount of ink at one time. The ink is kind of like blood to her if she looses too much ink, she will faint or pass out.

- If a tattoo is destroyed, like a dagger is snapped or a deck of cards is burned she will feel that in her body.

- If an object manifested gets lost on the real world she can’t ever tattoo over it again or use that object again.

- She can’t use it like Tamakis quirk where he can choose which bit of his body changes into what he ate. For girlie it’s all or nothing so she either turns fully into the animal tattooed on herself or she can only use their characteristics (echolocation from a dolphin, strength from a dung beetle etc)

- if she doesn’t have it tattooed she has to spend time drawing it on paper, and when she’s rushing her artistic skills can falter (she’s learned this from traumatising experiences)

Strengths

- As long as she has a tattoo of it she can pretty much manifest anything into existence. (Her classmates or prohero friends would joke about ‘useless tattoos’ until they find out it’s something they need)

- Because of the ease when it comes to drawing weapons she trained to learn how to not solely rely on her quirk, so she’s actually able to use the weapons effectively that she draws.

- very powerful quirk, top 5 hero kinda powerful.

Hero Name:

The Embodiment Hero: Bodice

Zodiac: Leo

Ethnic Background: French / Japanese

Height: 5ft 8

Weight: 134ibs

Style: Tomboy

Physical Traits: Lots of tattoos everywhere and they get more random the more you look.

Mannerisms: She rolls her eyes all the time, you compliment her, expect and eye roll, you tell her you’ve just killed five citizens and her cousin was one of them, expect an eye roll, her food comes out wrong at a restaurant, expect and eye roll.

Favourite:

Food: Coq au Vin

Drink: Champagne

Colour: Grey

Weather: Snow

Possession: Dagger

Morning Routine:

She has two diaries, one where she’ll draw out how she thinks and expects her day to go and then another one where it’s how it actually went.

Hobbies:

Painting and Hikes

Special Skills:

Drawing duh!

Pet Peeves:

Chatty Strangers

Bad At:

Opening up to people, bit of a closed book!

Biggest Fear:

Her ability to draw one day going, or not enjoying it anymore.

Greatest Flaw:

She’s a massive smoker!

Goals:

To eradicate the need for a hero society (ie no large scale villains means no need for hero’s)

Who I see them with:

Guys - HAWKS, Denki

Girls - MS JOKE , Kendo

[evenmorefatallyobsessed]

I make four Milf Models on the list (and a Fifth on in Shiranui) and then I go and find Six more 'Mature' Gems! Dammit...

Anyways let me introduce the Six new candidates.

1.) Cattleya (Queen's Blade)

Not gonna like, I know noithing besides that she has huge tits, glasses and is a blacksmith with hella muscle... That is more then enough! I would make her son and Jaune friends, and Cattleya is the only woman the Arc trust to forge their weapons and upkeep them. Her son Rana is one of the only people Jaune trust around his sisters.

2.) Kie Kamado (Demon Slayer)

So truth be told, I have not watched Demon Slayer... And this woman and her four dead kids are why! Like THE FUQ!? Jesus man this crap broke my heart, I... I just moved right along to happy anime cuz that shit makes me sad as fuck... So yeah they would live in Ansel, and she would be Juniper's best friend and one of the very few women he can understand the sheer difficulties of raising a small team of children. But worst, because she has to do it alone... Then Grimm attack, and while everyone else is trying to protect their own. Little Jaune rushes to help his best friend Tanjiro and his siblings! Auraless and with only his families sword in hand that he can barely wield the two boys actually manage to kill a Beowulf and proceed to get them to the safety of the Arc House.

3.) Shizu Shinazugawa (Demon Slayer)

DUDE WHAT THE FUCK!!! Seriously this woman somehow had a worst death then Kie! SHE ATE HER KIDS!!! WHAT IN THE FUCKING HELL!!! OH! AND LETS NOT FORGET THAT SHE WAS GETTEN BEATEN BY HER HUSBAND!!! God Dammit, at this point I'm starting to think it's a good thing pig boy was raised by boars. If his mom had been with him instead of abandoning him in thew woods (I assume) she'd probably be dead too! Much less lightening whiney bitch I swear don't give him a tragic backstory too! I do not want to like him... As for shizu, Imma play the Cardin card, and say the two older brothers are bullies in Ansel. Lashing out at others because of their abusive father and of course Jaune is a very ripe target, the envy of the pair because of his kind strong father. Jaune is mad, but after talking to his sisters he decides to invite the boys over to dinner, and try to be friends, after all like his mom says, friends are just strangers you haven't met yet. And besides... Their like him and Tanjiro, he heard they have a lot of siblings too. They should make a club together! It is as little Jaune is having these thoughts that he stumbles upon it... then father beating them, them and their poor mom! And much like with the Ursa Jaune rushes in. And gets beaten within a inch of his life, but doesn't stop, grabbing forks, spoons anything he can get his hands on... Telling them to run, to get his dad. Papa Arc does come forward and what he finds is his son, bloody, beaten barely able to stand, but standing he is, and protecting the poor lady with a broken leg from her evil husband... And then the man is gone, his head taken, the Arc Patriarch not hesitating for even a second.

4.) Ruka Rengoku (Demon Slayer)

'It is the obligation of those born strong to defend the weak. Don't ever forget that..'

That Fucking Line! That Fucking Line Right There Makes Her Hotter Then The Other Two! Oh and what do you know, another piece of shit husband!

Okay, so I get he only turned piece of shit cuz she died bu-NO! You Know what, Fuck that Your Son Died Cuz You Couldn't Step Up And Live Up To Your Wives Words! Fuck You!!! That Drunk Bastard Insulted her memory and made her have to suffer meeting her son FAR TOO EARLY!!!

There is no way this woman doesn't hate her husband from beyond the grave! So here what would happen, Shinjuro would snap earlier then like when his wife is first diagnosed with the disease. At first he tries to stay strong but then begins to drink, then gets pissed when told nothing can be done!

And then in his denial he tries to force them to leave to Atlas, to hopefully find a cure or way to treat her... But Ruka refuses, Ansel needs them, negativity has been on the rise and Grimm have shown up more often. So he begins to drink and rant, and rave and Ruka watches her husband betray both himself and her faith in him.

And then he leaves, taking her with him one night, in desperation kidnapping his own wife against her will, her body far too weak to resist to take her to Atlas forcibly if needed. He uses a favor Papa and Mama Arc owe him to watch his kids while he's gone (Lying and saying he convinced Ruka)

And it is as he was gone that Ansel was attacked, his sons forced to fight, children like them, Jaune, little Tanjiro and the Shinazugawa brothers barely managing to take his place, but not without injury.

When he returns, he isn't met with scorn, nor blame... Not from anyone, except his wife! Ruka will not forgive him, and would rather die alone then married to him... He leaves, bitter angry but knowing she was right. And it was as this was happening that her son brings Jaune to her, the boy noticing several cuts and bruises she'd received from her forceful travels... He reaches out, and uses the power he discovered while the held off the Grimm.

The power that let mere kids like them fight and barely make up the difference her Ex-Husbands absence... His Semblance, Aura Amplification, every doctor had told her her disease wasn't treatable because her body simply lacked the strength to fight it, her immune system was too too compromised and her body too fragile by that point to maintain.

But Jaune's power, it's strength was one of a nature to empower others, to share with them his strength, his vigor, his will and soul, and Jaune wouldn't stop sharing his strength until it was enough to save her!

It was the logic of a simply youth, if he could kill monsters as big as Grimm, he refused to let small ones so tiny and weak take one of his friends moms! The same woman who told him he could be a huntsman! No! That said it was his duty to be one! Well What Kinda Huntsman Couldn't Save a mother!

5.) Rinko Iori (Gundam... Apparently -///-)

I...I did not know she was from a anime... I firmly thought she was a hentai mom... But no, apparently she is from Gundam. Well, I think I've said enough and these pictures hopefully speak for themselves...

I'd say she is a Argus mom, and helped Saphron and Terra navigate raising their first kid.

6.) Mirelia Q Melromarc

She Is A Queen! (Literally!) but no... Like seriously she is best girl, she showed up and everything, oh everything just turned pure euphoria for me. And God Damn She hated her husband! I wish they went more in on how thoroughly pissed she was in the anime like they did in the light novel.

Seriously a fucked up daughter and husband... just... Fuck man, and seriously FUCK BITCH For What She did! (If you read the Web Novel you know what I'm talking about) And fuck Trash too! Y'know it was so he could have a redemption Arc.

Fuck that, as far as I'm concerned those two need death like I need air. Naofumi is her (Only) daughter's fiancée. Which means she's in need of a new consort, a noble, strong, kind one who has a sharp wit.

[welcometoneverland-98]

Fire of Venus // 𖥸 Chapter 4 𖥸

#Anna’s POV#

My body kept shivering the whole ride to the colosseum. 

It had been days since the feast and this was to be the first day of my new so called job. I was to tell stories and cheer up the men that were due to fight in the deadly arena. I had never even been here before and now as I got closer my whole body started to shiver at the sheer size of the building in front of me. It was colossal. Marble covered statues adorned the walls and I could only imagine how long and how many men it must’ve taken to build such a thing. 

Emperor Geta had offered to join me, he had, surprisingly been very kind to me these last days. Something I was really not expecting from one of the current emperors of Rome was kindness, and there I was, getting it. He has commanded his men to come with me today and that’s how I found myself surrounded by many tall and armed men as I was being ushered to the back ends of the colosseum. 

My own favourite stories seemed to be coming to life as I stepped foot inside the area barely anyone saw. The people came here for a show, they sat or stood outside, never reminding themselves to look in for the people that were waiting what could be their final judgment. Caracalla called them animals; animals that were filled with rage and ready to strike. Most of them had been taken from their homes and had lost so much, at least that’s what Lucilla would tell me in her stories. They surely blamed Rome for their downfall and waited triumph and freedom that could only be granted in the arena. 

I clenched my fist as we approached the bronze gates and held my hooded tunic closer to my skin. I could not show fear. I had a feeling they would be able to smell it and take advantage of it. But as I looked at the guards I had been granted the company of I couldn’t help but notice that any rage filled men would be capable of strike them all dead and get to their shiny new toy. That’s what I had to make myself not seen as. A toy. I was to be their beacon of hope. Their friend if I was ever so lucky. 

“You’ll stand in the middle of us” one of the emperors’ men spoke as I nodded my head. 

They walked first and the first thing I noticed was the smell. 

It smelled of dirt and sweat and what I could only imagine to be blood. There was loud chatter and I could soon hear it die down the more we walked forward. They had noticed the new intrusion on their space and were clearly curious. 

Some of them stood up from the table were they had been sat eating, other kept their food in their mouth as they looked at the men and then at me. Some curious, others uninterested. 

The guards called out to them loudly and told me all to scatter around us which some did, but others chose to ignore their orders and kept doing whatever it was they were doing before. 

“What is this? Some kind of gift from the emperors?” One laughed out loud as he looked me up and down “are you being remembered now?”

Others took turns in making their own jokes and statements about what my purpose there could be. Some made foul insinuations, the ones I had honestly been expecting to hear the moment the idea of coming here had been presented, but there were those who stood still most of the time. 

There was one who caught my eye. I had been told about him before coming in, if I was not mistaken, he was a doctor now and spent most of his time working on the injured gladiators so they could put on their best show. He was one of those who stood still, his eyes never leaving his plate as he ate in silence and it was him who finally broke the commotion once the insunations started getting too loud. 

“She is here to tell us stories” the doctor said as he wiped his lips with a piece of fabric that he had in his pocked “isn’t that right miss?”

I found myself nodding my head, almost forgetting for a moment how Geta told me that the doctor would know. 

“I’m here to tell you stories” I found my own voice as I finally looked around the men “they will not bring you glory or even the honor you seek. They will not help you find revenge either if that’s what you need but maybe, if the gods grant me that favor, it can help sooth you if needed be. Maybe it can even bring smiles to your faces from time to time. I believe we could all use a little bit of that”

There was silence. 

And then slowly, the men started sitting down and I knew then that it was time to begin. 

[codegeassfacts]

A Collection of Code Geass Season 1 Informations from Various Sources and Interviews // Canon

I've reunited in there all of the various information I couldn't fit into full fleshed out post and only kept the one with sources (that mostly came for Celiss Galvea Geass legacy), that were mentionned in various corner of the web, so there might be some missing as I don't want to share rumors/unconfirmed material. You'll be able to find the same similar Collection for R2 right there.

The title “Code Geass” was a fairly last-minute decision (the tentative title was “Lelouch of the Rebellion”) The production team were in a panic over the lack of a proper title; “We need a title to design the title logo!” etc. (ura de net geass!)

An 8 hour meeting was held to determine C.C.’s name and real identity. Supposedly none of the participants ate or drank throughout the whole thing (Okouchi: “Give me something to eat!”) According to Yoshino, whenever he thought the meeting was about to come to an end, someone would start up again and the meeting would continue with no end in sight. XD . (ura de net geass)

The hero wasn't meant to be an anti hero like Lelouch, but an ace pilot, just like in most anime from SUNRISE (Taniguchi/Okouchi Interview)

At first Lelouch had white hair, Shirley had blue hair and the Ashford uniform was red, that's why some old school scans show the characters with those colors.

Kallen's first name was Akira, then Kallen (Mutuality Artbook)

C.C. had a name during the creation phase, it was Sera, but nothing says it stayed the same, in Stage 11, Jun Fukuyama, Lelouch's voice actor actually spoke her real name but they decided to cut his voice during the montage. (Mutuality Artbook + DVD commentary) Yukana's voice work profile also used to say the name of her character in Geass was "Sera/Cera."

There was a classement of the boobies size of the girls of the anime which went out in a magazine and you'd be glad to learn that Milly has the biggest boobs of them all ; Lelouch's mother is a close second and Kallen takes the third spot. (Newtype)

Lelouch's line in Stage 14 when he erases Shirley's memories "if there is another life…" was supposed to end up like that "…let us be lovers" but it was eventually cut out. (Shirley gave the full line in the best phrase award session stage 14 to 25 of the first DVD of season 1)

When asked about a possible romance between Lelouch and C.C.,(During S1) Taniguchi said that for that to happen, Lelouch would need to see C.C. as a human being, for he was currently seeing her as some kind of alien (That's why he was about to take a blood sample in Stage 11) (Newtype interview)

About romance, Taniguchi said there would be romantic devellopment for Lelouch in season 2 and that it was left out of season 1 to focus more on Lelouch's goals (destroy Britannia, happy world for Nunnally) and him setting up his rebellion to avoid complicating matters (pash ! interview )

Kallen's story was moved to R2 when it was announced they'd be getting a season 2, that's why she became less present within the second half of season 1 (Fake Okouchi interview)

Suzaku isn't a virgin and is said to be experienced, but we don't know who the lucky girl was ; We know his first love was an older woman, that's probably why he had some form of relationship with Cecile, even if she'll be more of a big sister than a lady mama for him eventually. (Commentary DVD of Turn 19)

Zero was meant to kiss Kallen at the end of the first season to give her courage and determination after being shaken up; she was meant to remember the scene during a fight, but the kiss was removed because Season 2 was coming and a lot of arrangments had to be made around Stage 20 (Megami Magazine /Fake Okouchi)

Kallen doesnt know how to cook, if she tries to make bread, it will turn into ashes; (Kallen's character information given to her seiyuu, Ami Koshimizu)

Jeremiah was meant to die at the beginning of season 1 but he had so much popularity within the staff (and in 2ch) that they chose to bring him back to life. Twice. (Taniguchi interview)

Zero was one of the first character to be created, Okouchi wanted a masked man because a Sunrise anime without a masked man didn't seemed right (Taniguchi x Okhawa Interview)

In case the sequel wasn’t greenlighted (they already received the OK for it back in December 2007 at least), they had an alternative route prepared for the story to take, one which would have ended the story in episode 23. It would have been a non-conclusive ending though; according to Taniguchi it was more of a “psychological” ending for Lelouch like the Evangelion Ending (Taniguchi Interview)

Kawaguchi said Lelouch had Euphemia phone number on his phone because they certainly exchanged their numbers when they met on the deserted Island. (Ura de net Geass)

Mao’s repetitive clapping didn’t exist in the scripting stages; Taniguchi was the one who later added it to make him “more annoying”. (Ura de Net Geass)

Originally, Toudou was supposed to join Lelouch’s side much earlier. They talked about the Diethard and Toudou shot in the ED. All were baffled by it; Conclusion: “Only Taniguchi knows.” (Ura de Net Geass)

Stage 19 was written by Yoshino ; supposedly he requested to do it, saying “Oh well, if (Okouchi) wants me to write a script, I might as well do the island arc.” (he’s more or less the fanservice supervisor for this show) According to him (and the Newtype Taniguchi + Fu-kuyama interview), this was how Lelouch’s trap was supposed to work: Lelouch successfully digs a proper hole –> However, a boar appears behind him –> Lelouch tries to Geass it: “Lelouch Vi Britannia orders you to SIT!” –> Geass doesn’t work on animals –> Lulu Quality Tragedy ; However, Taniguchi changed it all, telling Yoshino: “Well, in the first place, Lelouch isn’t capable of digging such a hole…” (Ura de net Geass)

The reason why the writers made Kallen stand on Gawain’s shoulder instead of getting into the two-seater cockpit with Lelouch in Stage 19: “There’s no way Kallen will hand over the 2nd-pilot position to anyone else once she’s in there.” Good point. (Ura de Net Geass)

According to Tanaka, right after the airing of Stage 22, three of his friends rang him up asking “What the hell was that? I need to know what happens next!” etc...; According to Kawaguchi, “some of the viewers may have been satisfied with the handshake in episode 22, but actually, a lot more people would have been upset…” (Ura de net Geass)

After episode 23, the production team received letters from fans saying “Okouchi is so evil”, “Dark Okouchi” etc, and he didn't liked that (Ura de Net Geass)

Discarded Season 1 plotlines :

Kallen's father was first hinted as being someone important by Okouchi, when he claimed his occupation couldn't be revealed back in March 2007 (Okouchi 28 questions interview from Animage)

Suzaku was meant to have an unrequited love, and it was hinted as being an important subplot back in the day ; The hints strongly pointed at Nunnally. (Fake Okouchi)

Suzaku was meant to be linked to Geass, that's why he reacted to C.C. and to the ruins in Kamine Island, in relation to his superhuman abilities; He didn't had a Geass though (perfect Stage Mook Interview)

Cecile's seiyuu said her character had a "painful sibling relationship" in the past, and she was allowed to reveal that because it wasn't going to appear anymore within the show. Cecile's relationship to Suzaku was basically discarded) A scene with Suzaku was also seemingly cut out from Stage 20 (Magazine preview back in S1.) * What happened to Naoto (Kallen's brother) ; The writers considered bringing him back but then couldn't find a place and decided to let him stay dead (Audio commentary Stage 4 + perfect Stage mook interview)

That's about it for the various miscellanous information I could find for the first season; Now that I have gotten several of those magazines, expect more full blown articles from those whenever I'll have more time.

Hope you enjoyed.