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Alone
Ending two
Solo Mission<<<
You chose the panic room.
The conversation back at the medic bay flickers in your mind, there's a high chance that none of the escape pods would work especially in the ship's condition. So with quick thinking, you and Hobie head towards the other hallway.
Your legs threaten to give out from under you. Breathing staggered, the grotesque beingâs pained groans fade behind you. But you and Hobie aren't taking any chances as you both run towards the left where the executive panic room sits waiting for you both.
Hobie's arms aches as he carries the large hand in his grasp. Its fingers are still wiggling, some even poke his chest like It's trying to get his attention.
Boots thump loudly against the floors while you close each shutter on the hallway which were designed to keep explosions away. But based on the sound of metal breaking under an intense force, he guesses that it's only a matter of time before the creature makes its way towards you. The image of you being devoured by the alien has him checking on you with every breath you let out. He has endured much, suffered more, but he won't survive if you don't. You need to live through his, even if it means his end.
You two turn a sharp corner, boots skidding before you both fix your balance without falling. He sees the large circular door with the name that he desperately wanted to see.
âAlmost there, love! Keep runninâ!â
The animalistic trilling gets closer, a call that it's near. âYuri!â It screams in its distorted ghostly voice. âRun!â
âFuck!â The kaleidoscope of light flits back in his eyes, obscuring his vision for a moment before he slams into the metal door. Groaning, you help him back up on his feet, only to turn back around to aim at the on coming creature.
âHobie, the scanner!â You yell while a headache blooms in between his eyes. Despite this, he makes his way towards the scanner.
Quickly working through each fingerprint, the thudding footsteps and metal creaking gets closer and closer with every error that pops up.
âWanker!â
âYou can do it, Hobie. You'll find it.â Your reassuring words fires him up even with his sweat dripping off his brow. Your eyes narrow at the empty hallway, trigger finger itching.
The panel beeps, green light flashing on the screen. As the doors open, the alien breaks through the last shutter, appearing behind it despite its skin all shredded up from its numerous injuries. âRun!â Its hands with hundreds of fingers point at you accusingly through the hole it broke through.
Before you could empty out a whole mag at its body. Hobie pulls you inside by your collar, immediately closing the door behind before the creature could get close to you.
As the vault-like door locks in place, Hobie embraces you on the cold floor, quickly taking off his helmet to hide his face in the crook of your neck. After a few seconds of catching up, you hug him back tightly. Warm hands enveloping him as he fiddles with your helmet, clicking it off your head.
The second your helmet falls on the ground, he peppers kisses on your face. His lips don't leave a single space of skin unkissed until you're laughing from under him.
Hobie leans away slightly, only to move back in for a kiss that leaves you more breathless than running from a homicidal monster. âYou're alright.â He sighs against your lips, eyes tightly closed as he places his warm forehead against yours. His thumbs caress the corner of your eyes, all the while pecking each side of your cheeks. âWe made it out, love.â
You kiss him just under his eyes, gathering the tears stuck in his lashes. âWe made it. But we're not out yet, Hobie.â
He moves away, hands still on your face. Scanning the room, he finds rows upon rows of beds in one corner. And in the other sits a communal area of sorts with a couch, a full bookshelf, and a control panel that could reach out to potential rescue outside the ship with limited coverage around the ship. The vents are separated from the rest of the ship's ventilation, hence the creature couldn't come in without getting ripped to shreds by the numerous blades it has to pass through. Just as he thought, there's enough food and water that could keep the two of you alive for at least two years. But since it's just the two of you, it could last five years.
You stand up, eyes forlorn at the whole place. Your vision still warbles in the same kaleidoscope of light, as if the creature is right outside just lying in waiting. His hand holds your own, fingers weaving through yours, as he opens his arm for you to fall into.
âSomeone will come through, I know it.â He whispers against the top of your head, pecking it once before sighing, hand rubbing up and down your arm as he holds you.
âI know, we made it this far. We'll get out.â Someday.
You try not to think about what lies outside the room, your friends bodies will continue to decay, the creature still lingering just outside. You're trapped.
Head laying on his shoulder, there's still embers of hope in you. That someone could find the ship and potentially rescue you, or with some luck, the creature's biological clock would run out before you and Hobie run out of food.
At least you're alive and together, right?
#hobie brown x reader#spider punk x reader#the kr8tor's creations#atsv x reader#octobie#octobie'24#octobie halloween#ending two#solo mission ending#hobie imagine#hobie x reader#fanfic#x reader#hobie fanfic
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Ep 134 is a strong contender for funniest Aeor ep. Weâve got the polyamorous sex beasts (Aeor is for lovers!), weâve got Veth and Beau coming back covered in blood and Beau saying âyeah I beat her up, I just couldnât take it anymoreâ and Fjord asking âhow did it feel?â, weâve got smooth Fjord⌠quality stuff.
#veth and beau's whole little solo mission was so fucking funny#'i wish jester was here' 'well i wish yasha was here!!' 'it's ok this is the spin off. like if my partner died at the end of season 2'#losing my mind#veth and beau are actually so fucking funny together#critical role#cr2#c2e134#kk talks about stuff#kk watches cr2
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kind of hate how everything you do is implied to be with someone else, one of the first things someone asks after i mention any activity is usually "who did you go with?"
#I get that it's a good open ended question#but it does feel invalidating to be asked about who I was with when i watched a movie or skydived or went to alaska#just ask me how I navigated it cuz it was a solo mission!!
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glad i never really cared about completing the medallium tbh. yo-kai watch got so fucking screwed over by online shutting down tbh, i think getting pandanoko and starry noko will still be possible due to netpass existing if you have cfw but that still leaves everyone with only one version's exclusives in 2 and 3 (unless they have another 3ds and physical copies) until pretendo 1) releases and 2) gets yo-kai watch compatibility. also it's impossible to 100% 2 and 3 now even beyond that because of online battling not being a thing anymore. i mean it was already impossible to 100% psychic specters cuz of the music app being broken but still-
#puppy rambles#yo-kai watch#i don't even care that much personally#and i completely understand why they shut it down#(keeping it up likely wasn't worth it monetarily anymore)#but it does suck#sucks for blasters more i think. i've gotten through a good amount of the post-game without using online at all but like#the ai is so fucking shitty. i keep ending up being left to solo missions myself with just invader chip usapyon-#i've concluded there's honestly no reason to have a tank also. all furdinand does is die. i should just add another healer i think-#he amuses me though. and i think the game really wanted me to have furdinand on my team given the like. five furguses i befriended#in the course of a single old springdale patrol
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They didn't bother to take off his goggles when they strung him up on chains. They were too eager to punish and divide the duo dismantling little pieces of Umbrella's operations. Beatings blotted his skin like storm clouds. The tips of his boots dangling a hair's width from touching the floor.
"Too bad I couldn't have you like this in better circumstances. We could have both enjoyed this." @umbrellamedic says as Riddick's bindings go loose.
He comes down on his boots with all that mass. Chains clanging hard on the floor. A deep, furrow-stricken brow has been set since her appearance. Riddick looks up from his shackles with it. No witty rejoinder, no dry comeback. His perpetual pouty frown quiet in its uncertainty.
The disembodied voice darkened in irritation: Who do you think you are?
"This guy talks too much," Riddick rumbled. The scoundrel, revived by his sense of getting even, looking worthy of all the trouble as a dribble of red pooled into his cupid's bow while he but smiled. A dastardly, subtle promise of revenge to come.
"Let's change that."
The arriving reinforcements are another obstacle to be bested. Simply in the way of shipping ledgers they are after. Priority number two, newly added: find that chatterbox fucker and kill him.
The pointmen, entering first, have their orders to preserve the specimen if possible. Riddick has his own code to abide by, to their misfortune, which preserves the self above all else. The medic could handle herself, she's proven it in bloodshed and staying alive. And if ever she couldn't keep up, Riddick had promised to leave her behind to her fate. This fight, this time, he checks in to see that she's not getting overwhelmed. He owes her, and she is paid in the silent shifted phase of their tentative partnership; in this modicum of attentiveness to her safety.
#umbrellamedic#until the lights burn out? until you can't see what's eating you? ă resident evil verse ă#riddick's character weakness: not know what do to even the most basic human decency but especially choosing danger to help him out#she's scrambled his brains in one move so now ... just know their work is suddenly much more simpatico#and much less like riddick is doing a mission solo and if bertha is also still there by the end that's cool#just felt like it needed a response......u understand
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thinking abt the horrors of immortality btw. if u even care
#opal.txt#specifically from the pov of someone who is not#your best friend is the sweetest person in the world and defends you even though you're offputting#you're both trying to be the best warriors you can be not even realizing the maw you're walking willingly into#you're always exemplary#and then one day during training that goes awry you accidentally kill him. but he doesn't die#he gets back up again#it makes no sense he's aging just like everyone else. but no matter how badly the enemy harms him he will not stay dead#everyone sings his praises but you watch as he is sent on more and more ridiculous solo missions#smashing himself to paste against the rocks all for the people of the village who HATE him for being a beast#he keeps dying but he's not mortal. and you are you're so very fragile and you're getting worry lines where his face is smooth#he's splintering and fracturing but he can't End ever and his eyes are so tired#you are mortal and limited and you WILL abandon him whether you like it or not thanks to the march of time#so you make the only choice you can - to try to make yourself into a shadow of what he is. just enough to stay by him#you will make yourself into a monster just to hold his hand again#yes this is about one of my naruto ocs how could you tell
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I have several times considered writing a "Christmas Episode" Animorphs fic but run into the fact that Jake and Rachel are Probably Jewish and I realize I am not qualified
#of the remainder Marco and Tobias come from fucked up families and might have complicated feelings about it#so this would probably end up heavy instead of a cozy little romp#Jake Rachel and Tobias end up soloing a mission because Cassie and Marco HAVE to be home for Xmas#Ax was going to Learn the True Meaning of Christmas and is very disappointed he had to cancel
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Just found out today that the cpop boy groups boyhood and boystory are two different groups lmao. There are only like 5 maybe 5.5 active cpop boy groups total (wayv is the 0.5) how hard is it to come up with a name without the word boy in it
#these year end shows are like a head count of the remaining cpop groups cos u never see them any other time if u dont seek them out#and even then they dont do group stuff they send them on solo variety show missions the rest of the year#truly a hostile environment for idol groups#sidney talks shit
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⸝ GAME OVER.
"So... We're really done with all this?"
After filming their educational video ( and while in the midst of toppling over a wooden jar with his foot ), Byeongkwan's pulled to give his thoughts on the trainee activities he's participated in for the past few weeks. "Oh, it was alright, I guess..." he answers with a shrug, scratching at his temple with one of the rubber arrows confiscated while the staff were preoccupied with camera equipment. "I was never into this kind of stuff growing up. I didn't come from a family that held many... 'traditional values.' I think my grandfather was really into Yutnori back in the day but I never really got it as a kid."
"This was fun, though," he adds, putting on somewhat of an enthusiastic smile. "Got to take a break from our usual schedules, so... I think it's good to do something different. Probably won't list any of these as my 'special skills' for variety shows if I'm being honest... Although, top-spinning might be my thing with a bit more practice and I'm pretty proud of myself for not totally destroying our kite. Kite flying might actually be a fun hobby to take up too once the weather's nicer," he snorts.
"Oh, but before you round up more trainees to do this kind of thing again, you guys should probably make sure all of the game pieces are in tip top shape. For instance, look at this arrow! It's practically falling apart! How am I supposed to play with th - " He tugs at arrow's nock, securely fastened at one end. "I mean, it's - " he struggles with it for a moment before it finally gives, popping off into his hands. "You see that?! No wonder I couldn't score any points in Tuho. Maybe I don't really hate the game, but I hate the equipment, you know? We should be a lot more mindful of this kind of thing in the future, yeah?"
#( solo. )#( trainee mission 015. )#lgc:traineemission#( and this is how BK ends up doing punishment stair sprints on the reg )
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Iâm gunna jump into drafts & see if I can push anything else into my queue. Though. I can confirm, Wandaâs a mutant in the game midnight suns. \o/Â
Happy Holidays peeps~!
So Iâve been tempted to make either Hunter or Nico. Tho dang the Hunter is beefy if ya play the male. Somewhere between Logan & Cap. Though Logan always throws me off, heâs taller than Carol & I just side eye him whenever i can gage him as tall or like heâs standing at the pull up bar & heâs almost as tall as it is. whut. But yes i am tempted to make the broken vessel of Chthon & linked to the darkhold. probs should wait until i can actually write reguarly again.
#ooc#nothing personal just spoilers from the game under cut. so if ya don't wanna know end game stuff don't lickie#but yeah you can send wanda out on solo missions for mutants.#it made me so happy#i will be making like one holiday post late#bcuz i'm still writing it
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Oblivion
Ending one
Solo Mission<<<
You chose the escape pods.
âWe need to get the fuck out of here!â With a push on Hobie's shoulder, you sprint towards the right where the escape pods are.
Running away with all your might while Hobie shoots back at the creature, whose thudding footsteps reverberate through your bones, your fear encapsulates you. Your fear of him dying, seeing him get devoured by the very thing that killed your friends.
With your console on your wrist, you close each hallway shutters that were built to withstand great explosions but to the grotesque being, it's nothing but a wall of hay as it continues to run through it with barely any resistance.
There's no turning back now.
Its groans of pain, and flesh still burning, it runs towards you with such ferocity that you think it has a spark of humanity left in its distorted body. You could feel your heart pumping in your chest, lungs desperately heaving in more air as with every banging sound from behind, metal breaking and cracking with every shutters closing.
Hobie checks on you with arms lugging around the dismembered hand. Its hundred fingers are still wiggling and bleeding in his grasp.
âLove!â He yells as he sees the end of the hallway with the large circular doors with the written words that you've been waiting for.
âI know!â With one final push, you kneel down, using the momentum to slide on the grimy floors, rifle immediately pointing towards the creature. âHobie, the finger prints!â
âOn it!â As you shoot, Hobie brings the gigantic hand on the scanner next to the door. He checks every finger but none of them have the admin clearance you need. âFuck!â There's still dozens to go through but the creature is still gunning after you, albeit slower this time as your concoction makes its way into its veins.
âHurry! I'm running out ofââ just as you say it, the creature falls on the ground, sliding its bloodied body on the floors, stopping just a few feet away from you. Panting, you look over your shoulder to meet with Hobie's eyes.
âHoly shit.â His eyes glint with hope. With one remaining finger to scan, it beeps then a green light illuminates his helmet. âLucky.â He almost chuckles out.
Your eyes glimmer under the red lights, as he helps you up, the creature huffs, reminding you that you don't have much time left.
âLet's go before it wakes.â Hand in hand, Hobie leads you inside the room with its rows upon rows of escape pods at the ready. As you predicted based on the ship's age, one pod could only house one person. Something that has been fixed ten years ago after an incident.
The doors hiss close behind you, granting you one last look at the sleeping monster.
You place the now empty rifle next to the door, running towards the closest pod to check if it's all clear only to find the unmistakable red error code on the panel. âFuck, this might've been damaged from before. Any luck?â
Hobie checks every single pod, desperation crawling on his neck with every error he sees on each escape pod. âNot yet.â
A deep rumble from outside freezes the blood in your veins. âThere's gotta be one that's working!â You scream in frustration, hands trembling as you skim every single one of them. Your hope fades away when you see the very last pod at the end of the line with the same red flashing on its screen.
Hobieâs rapid footsteps recede, âlove! Over âere!â You follow him quickly, running towards him with a soft smile. Finding that he's waiting at the last pod, which only means one thing. âYou need to take your helmet off or you won't fit in it.â He's already twisting your helmet off before you could protest. âWeâ you need to get inside, love.â
âNo,â his hands grip your arms, pulling you gently towards the now opened pod. âNo, not without you damn it!â You push him away, his body almost landing inside the pod as he looks at you with his tear filled eyes. âI'm not leaving without you.â The trilling sounds get louder, and your vision warbles into the same rainbow light. âI can't, Hobie.â
He sniffs, lips slowly curling into a gentle smile, a reassuring one. Calling your name like it's the last time he'll ever say it, he reaches for you again. âYou have to go.â His palms rests on your cheeks, catching your tears in his gloves. âI'll find my own way out, yeah? And we'll get that house with the readinâ nook you always wanted.â
âBut it won't be a home without you!â You stomp your foot down like a child throwing a tantrum. âI don't have to go, okay? Wâwe can keep running from it until it starves! Please, don't make me leave you behind.â You wrap your arms around his neck, embracing him fully while you slowly inch towards the pod while his back is turned from it. âPlease.â
ââm sorry, lovie.â He thumps his helmet atop your forehead gently, trying to feel your warmth through the glass. âI'll see you again, in this life or the next.â
Leaning away, your forehead presses gently on his helmet, eyes closed as you savour his warmth. Sliding your palms on his chest, your thumbs caresses the patch you two designed years ago. âNo, I'm sorry.â With one strong push, he falls backwards into the hull. You take advantage of his shock, closing and locking the door over him. âYou're gonna be okay.â
âNo, Please!â Hobie hears the muffled thudding from behind the glass, and your quiet sobbing as you punch in coordinates on the control panel. He tries to push the glass, then punches it to no avail. It doesn't crack or hiss open, despite him pulling the lever to open it. âYou should be âere, not me! Love! Open the fuckinâ door!â He keeps punching the glass, heart wretched out of his heart as he watches you sacrifice yourself. He calls your name again, soft and broken in his throat. âDon't leave me.â
The flashing âlaunchâ button appears as you finish putting in the coordinates of earth or any closest space station, whichever it finds first. You could only hope that he gets back there safely, he needs to survive. For his sake and yours.
Your finger hovers over the button as you hear a crashing sound. âI love you, I'm so sorry.â The doors rip open, and the creature's thundering footsteps fade away in your ears while you could only hear Hobie's anguished muted screaming. âI hope I get to meet you again, captain.â
With a press of the button, the last thing he ever saw was your shining smile, and the monster looming behind you.
As the dark space encapsulates him, and the pod propelling him back to earth, he could only see your last smile behind his eyelids and the kaleidoscope of light fading in his vision.
You didn't make it.
#hobie brown x reader#spider punk x reader#the kr8tor's creations#atsv x reader#octobie#octobie'24#octobie halloween#solo mission ending#ending two#x reader#fanfic#hobie x reader#hobie imagine#solo mission fic
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@batgirlandthebirds re your tags: about this being because Dick "failed and neglected" Jason
You hit one of my biggest pet peeves on how fandom interprets Dick and Jason's relationship, and his subsequent relationship with Tim which I've commented on here and cleared up misconceptions here. Obviously you don't have to care about the old comic canon, but please don't reblog my posts with "Dick failed or neglected Jason", because i find the take annoying, especially considering Dick had little to no responsibility for someone who wasn't his kid, lived in a different city, and who he (in post crisis) quite literally didn't know about for months after Bruce took in
Not to obsess over Dick and Tim's brotherly relationship again but the way Tim time and time again sees Dick at his lowest and still falls into the childlike hero worship makes me chew on cardboard. Tim was there on Dick's failed wedding day, he was there in the aftermath of Dick being passed over for the mantle in Batman: Prodigal, Dick told Tim about his percieved failure with Two-Face, Tim had to pull Dick off the Joker after he murdered him, watched him apparently quit the hero game after War Games, and after all of that still has complete faith in Dick. It's that moment as a toddler cemented in Tim's head, watching Dick perform as a Flying Grayson, but also all those small moments years later, when he needed someone to talk to and Dick picked up the phone when he called, the promises of never letting anything happen to him, and the gift of one of the original Robin costumes, the consistency and the certainty, the fooling around and goofing off, and Dick proclaiming Tim his brother years before Bruce adopted either of them as sons.
#sorry if i sound annoyed#I'm not mad at specifically you i just don't like how far the idea has spread in canon#like dick does see himself as failing jason but that's different from actually failing someone#and part of the reason dick feels like he failed jason stems from bruce being an abusive asshat after jason dies#dick really didn't owe jason a whole lot but at least in the og comics before jason died (which weren't a lot) they went out of their way#to establish the 2 of them were on good terms#it's like if your dad adopted someone while you were at college and didn't tell you about it#and then you saw the kid in the local newspaper#how would you react???#I'll admit there's some canon evidence that they didn't always get along... but some of that has jason being the asshole (see new52 rhato)#iirc in Nightwing year 1 they have a rocky start but get along at the end#and there's the stupid christmas annual where no one even bothered to tell Dick Jason was outside to see him. like. guys really?#idk it felt horribly contrived to me#anyways you activated my trap card FJFJFJFJF#part of the reason why Dick was more involved with Tim though is that Tim came to Dick first#and also Bruce asked Dick to train Tim#and invited him along for joint missions#and out of universe? Dick was being pulled out of the titans sphere and back into the bat sphere#plus chuck dixon wrote both the robin and nightwing solos#and both characters HAD solos#jason never had a solo and dick never had one while jason was robin#so the places where crossovers could happen was pretty limited
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Simon has an OnlyFans. It wasn't something he necessarily kept a secret, but it wasn't something he shouted out on the rooftops for all to hear. Just the primal need for being seen while he fisted at his cock in various poses, most of which were requested by you. You who were an avid fan of his.
You really didn't remember how you found him. Maybe you were just absentmindedly scouring the internet for anything to turn you on while you were in the middle of a solo sesh, but either way, you stumbled upon his page. You wasted no time subscribing to the skull-masked man who humbly accepted your request to use a cock ring with a little ghost charm hanging at the end of it.
And his moansâdon't even get me started. They're deep, guttural, sexy, and caveman-like and you're creaming at just the mere sound of it.
Truthfully, Simon doesn't even need the money. His price range only goes as high as $5, and for his VIPs, you get exclusive access to all his behind-the-scenes features, one of which includes all the times he mistakenly shoots his cum at his chin.
But it comes off as a shocker to you when its' one of those nights where no matter how many times you make yourself cum, it's not enough. You crave him. Crave to see the way those half-lidded onyx eyes stare down at the camera as he gets off between missions for a quickie.
It's enticing. He's fully clad in his uniform, but his hard, girthy horse cock is out for display. Green veins pulsate against his porcelain skin at his touch and you're squirming at the vibrating wand you place on your clit.
Ping!
Your in-app message notification pop up and you notice the small badge on the messages icon. Thinking it was merely something promotional, you ignore it, but a second ping disrupts your solo love-making session that has you squinting down at your phone.
Curiously, you tapped on the little envelope, tilting your head at the message before tapping on it again.
TacticalHeat: Hey, lovie. How are you doing? I see you've been enjoying my content for some time now. Would you be interested in a private call?xx
Your heart thrums against your chest as your jaw drops to the floor. There was no fuckin' way this was real. It had to be some chatbot or some sort of impersonator, but sure enough you click on the icon and it leads you straight back to the page you were just rubbin one out to.
"Fuck!" You breathe out, throwing your head back as your orgasm spills out of you. You hadn't even noticed the wand still buzzing against your sopping wet pussy, but it leaves you heaving and ready for the next round.
Your fingers hover over your keyboard and you search your mind to say something. It's not like you had a picture on your profile, nor your name, or even a real description on your bio. It was merely a clipart of Snoopy with headphones on bumping to music, a practical choice.
You: I'm good! I can do maybe tomorrow night?"
For some Godforsaken reason, you didn't want to seem to eager, but for what? You literally were messaging on fucking OnlyFans.
Ping!
Your heart drops to your ass at swiftness and the contents of the message.
TacticalHeat: How about now instead?
Part two is here!! đ
masterlist
#by the way i know nothing about onlyfans#or the mechanism of the app or the site so forgive me#call of duty#call of duty imagines#call of duty x reader#simon ghost riley#simon riley x reader#ghost x reader#ghost x female reader#ghost x you#call of duty ghost#ghost smut#simon riley smut#simon riley x female reader#simon riley imagine#simon ghost x reader#simon x reader#cod#cod smut#call of duty smut#simon ghost x you#simon ghost smut#simon riley x you#simon riley x y/n#simon ghost riley x reader
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MOB who has to stay with Johnny at his house while Simon is away on a solo mission? Like as a preventive measure, Simon has them both together in case soemthing happens to him while heâs away?
mail-order bride
"i...simon, i just don't--"
"just do it," simon murmurs. you quiet immediately, a little caught off-guard. simon has never interrupted you; even when you're a babbling mess, simon lets you finish your garbled sentences. he waits until your voice quiets, until your mouth closes, before he ever speaks to you, but this time, his tone is firm, and there is no room for interpretation. when you meet his eyes, simon is more than serious. "i don't ask ya for anythin', swee'eart. but this..." he reaches out for you, and you step closer instinctively, and when he cups your face in both hands, you can't help but melt. he leans his forehead against yours, and you close your eyes when you see the very subtle tremble of his lips. "do this fer me. only thing i'll ever ask of ya. i swear it."
you take a deep breath to center yourself. one of his hands wraps around the back of your neck, pulling you just that much closer, and you wait until your lips brush against his before you answer him.
"i...i have to go?"
"few days. tha's it."
"well, i...well, okay."
it's quiet up north. the weather dampens the entire coastline, what you can see of it, and the air tastes like salt. it was in your mouth as soon as you stepped off the train, and it only got stronger the closer you got to the cottage.
as soon as you step out of the car, you're greeted by the most quaint little house on a hill. there's vines climbing up the sides of it, wrapping around wooden structures and carving out a perfectly quaint home tucked amongst scottish greenery. it's breathtaking here; it's so quiet, and the way that you're allowed to breathe up here is unlike anywhere else you've ever been.
the meows coming from your backpack are the only thing that bring you back to earth.
"just inside, lass," a low voice calls behind you. "supper's 'bout ready now."
when johnny closes the door behind you, you're mesmerized by the coziness inside. his house is filled with warmth. there's plaid curtains pulled back from a stained-glass window, allowing in soft colors of light. the couches in his living room have throw pillows and blankets of mismatched linen and velvet, and his walls are filled with pictures and hanging green plants. there's candles burning, and the television is still playing some reruns of old rugby games.
the wood detail is exquisite. the staircase has little carvings of scottish motifs and flowers, winding up another wall of photos. the pictures are old and new, all of laughing people with johnny's big smile or his bright blue eyes or wearing the same plaid pattern as the fabric that you saw hanging in the closet.
a green kettle. a cross above the mantle with a psalm printed on it. a sketch on the coffee table (a skull, with a stub of a charcoal pencil still laying over it). rosaries hanging over a wedding photo with johnny in the background, holding up bunny ears. a wooden bowl of oranges (and oranges only).
"said ye'd be 'ere fer some time, tha' ye like ta bake. got some things fer ye at the shops."
you set your backpack down, opening the clear window of it, and two little cats hop out immediately. johnny raises a brow as he makes eye contact immediately with the orange tabby, a wicked grin coming over his face.
"i remember ye, ye little shite."
"what?" you laugh, and johnny shakes his head.
"nothin'."
it's late when he notices you looking out the window. the cats are curled up on opposite ends of the couch, in deep sleep after johnny gave them each a salmon dinner (and you pretended not to notice seeing the extensive recipe sheet that only your husband could have made on his phone). your eyes are on the sky; you can see so much of it here, twinkly stars and all.
"'m sorry ye have ta be here," johnny says lowly, soft enough that you aren't startled. you don't look away from the window, leaning your chin on the edge of the couch as you wonder if simon is looking at the same star you can't seem to lose. it's brighter than the rest, and it flickers to a rhythm that feels oddly comforting.
"it's not your fault, johnny," you assure him softly, and you turn away from the window finally to find him seated on the carpet, scratching the orange cat behind the ears. "he wouldn't...he wouldn't take no for an answer. not...not this time."
you frown a little, smoothing your right hand over your left, and your heart drops a little in your chest when the sparkle of your wedding ring matches the sparkle of your star.
"i've been staying home alone all this time," you continue, shaking your head. "and all of the sudden...a-all of the sudden he doesn't trust me?"
"oh, love..." johnny sighs, clicking his tongue. "tha' is...'s nae wot it is, i swear it."
"i...it's not...it's not me, right?" you ask in a whisper, meeting his eyes finally. "simon and i...w-we're doing so well..."
the expression that passes over his face is a sad one. it unnerves you to see it; johnny is someone that just isn't meant to be sad. his house is filled with so much love and so much life, and you swear you don't even recognize him anymore because he's void of a smile altogether.
"ye seen the pictures?"
you know immediately what johnny is talking about. you saw them the very first night you stayed in your shared home. across your house, there are a few picture frames covered with fabric or face-down on whichever surface they rest on. when you glimpsed at them, you peeked behind the curtain of a life that simon has that you don't know. even now, you have never felt strong enough to ask him about them.
it isn't because you think simon won't tell you; you're afraid to ask. you're afraid of who they are, what they are to him, and why he's never told you their names or introduced them to you. they exist in a separate place, and you don't know why, and when you saw him holding that baby--
you shake your head finally.
"i...i can't."
johnny hums low, looking down. he smooths his hands down his jeans.
"neither can he."
you close your eyes, but not fast enough. there's a few tears that fall down the curve of your cheek.
"when...when did--?"
"will be another year in a few days."
your lip shakes, and you take in a stuttered breath. you did not believe it possible to love simon any more than you already do, but it aches, that place in your chest that is reserved just for him. it hurts, in the worst and most incredible way, and you never want him to know another day without hearing you tell him how much you love him.
when simon comes to get you, just a week later, you're sitting under a sycamore tree at sunset. it's never been more quiet inside of your head, and when he takes a seat beside you, you say nothing for a few minutes.
simon thinks maybe you're angry for a moment, but then your hand reaches over to take his, and then you're scooting closer, until you drape yourself over his arm and bury your face into the side of his neck.
"i'm not going anywhere," you whisper, and simon turns his head slightly.
"wot's tha', love?"
"i'm not going anywhere, simon," you say again, and when he looks at you finally, you squeeze his hand. "wherever...wherever you want me to go...i'll go. wherever you want me to stay, i-i'll stay there."
when he kisses you, it's soft, and it's slow, and he feels faraway and so close all at once. you put your hands around his neck, along the back of his head, anything to get him closer, to feel more of him, but it isn't enough.
it won't be enough. not until simon devours you whole. not until you bite into him and never let go. not until beginning of you and the end of him are indistinguishable.
not until i make the time before us obsolete and the time after us endless.
when you are home, simon watches from the hallway as you pick up a picture frame on the dresser. it's been facedown there since he moved in, and touching it has always felt like it burns him. he's frozen as you flip it face-up, standing it back up. when he sees himself, many years younger, smiling, happy, holding a chubby baby with bright eyes and blonde hair, he's surprised his insides don't burst immediately.
he never thought he would be able to look at them again. he never thought he'd be able to see their faces without seeing the warped versions of them, the mirrors of them that he never believed could be real. he always thought if he looked at them again, he'd go blind--that he'd carve out his own eyes just to forget what was left of them.
but nothing remains. they're memories, beautiful ones, and he'd forgotten that his nephew even had dimples.
the photos get lost amongst the rest. they blend in, like they were meant to be, tucked between the warm ones of your smile and the orange cat standing on simon's shoulders.
there is nothing more intoxicating than the woman that simon has chosen to love. you make the worst of his mind feel afraid; the thoughts that threaten to upend him, they are retreating, withering away from the things that he thinks about now that you remain. the tendrils of you are everywhere; you have latched onto him like nothing ever has, and he will never be rid of this feeling. of you.
simon will not fight reality any longer. he won't tell himself fate is nothing but proof that god is unforgiving. god isn't real, you are, and whatever came before you was the road he had to follow to get to you.
and simon didn't just follow; he fucking crawled. he dug his hands into the stone, bleeding fingernails and all, and he kept going even when his legs didn't work and his mind told him there was nothing there ahead of him. it was not resilience. it was not a man made of metal or steel or something heroic or a miracle.
simon is just a man, and he is weak, but as he comes up behind you and breathes you in, he realizes now that he has known you his entire life. you are tethered by something that he can't see. you are connected by something invisible.
when you tuck yourself into bed that night, the pictures are still upright, the ones on the wall still uncovered. you fall asleep before him, like always, and simon cradles your head to his chest as his eyes find the window.
a star sparkles. it's the last thing he sees before he falls asleep beside you.
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logan dating tony starks daughter !!! like he wants to dislike you soooooo bad because he automatically assumes youâre some spoilt brat whoâs always gotten anything and everything that sheâs wanted without having to lift a finger but after being forced to spend time with you (probably because of missions) he canât help but fall head over heels for you!!! that stark charm is definitely something to be in awe of (ur dad and him still despise each other tho)
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pairing: older!logan howlett x stark!reader
summary: logan finally meets you, tony starks daughter at an avengers gala. as much as he thinks you are a stuck up brat who has everything handed to her, he couldnât wait to have his hands on you.
warnings: smut, age gap (legal), somewhat forbidden romance, slight degradation, praise kink, cowgirl position, face riding, oral (f receiving), kinda slow burn, kinda enemies to lovers, really filthy smut, intentional overuse of the word fuck at the end, tony is pissed when he finds out
word count: 5k
a/n: donât look to closely on the gif cause youâll find the part where i didnât try
nsfw below the cut!
logan was not looking forward to attending the avengerâs âmet gala'. mostly because he knew he would be meeting the folks he was supposed to despise the most.
tony stark invited the x-men as a way of trying to mend the rip between the two groups; it was always avengers vs. the x-men, never avengers and the x-men. tony wanted to change that. logan didnât.
as everyone arrive, there was a little red carpet where several photographers stood, flashing pictures in the hopes of capturing good shots of each of the visitors.
the x-men limo slowly approached the curb, with spectators surrounding the vehicle as everyone exited.
logan huffed and climbed out the door, disregarding the fangirls that surrounded him, eager to get the night over with.
he walked up to the carpet alongside his team, each member getting a solo shot. when it was loganâs turn, he rested his face and let the camera take pictures of him, stood up straight.
he was wearing dress pants, a button up, with the sleeves rolled up just above his forearms, and a black vest over his button up. the shirt easily displayed his muscles, which he claimed was unintentional, but it was vastly intentional.
the paparazzi turned their cameras as another limo pulled up, and out came peter parker, and logan rolled his eyes knowing it was all the younger avengers.
logan couldnât help but watch as peter stepped to the side, holding his hand out as he watched a woman get out. he gulped, seeing who the woman was.
it was you, tony starks daughter, or so he heard from his team. he had never actually met you. as much as he wanted to persuade himself he wasn't drawn to you, it would be a complete lie.
you were wearing a long, form fitting dress. it was a dark red, almost maroon. you wore gold heels and chunky gold bangles and necklace along with it, making sure it wasnât just one color, which was something logan noticed.
peter stood at your side and it made logan a bit curious as to what your relationship with him was, but once he saw you two begin bickering he quickly realized it was more of a sibling relationship.
logan felt like he was going through the five stages of grief as the two of you walked over, followed by some others that exited the limo. you walked in front of peter, walking up to the red carpet.
logan was still stood in the middle, he quickly turned his attention in front of him, looking at the camera for the picture.
âlogan! pose with tonyâs daughter!â one of the men behind the camera shouted. peter shot you a protective look, however you just shook your head, silently telling him to calm down.
logan almost huffed as you walked up next to him, even though you had never met the man, it would be more embarrassing to turn down the offer in front of millions of people.
âlogan.â you say.
logan questions the fact you know him, wondering if he shouldâve done his research beforehand.
ây/n.â he responds. he knows your name, and thatâs it. he knows nothing else about you, and he is almost sure he doesnât want to know.
the more he stood next to you, the longer he saw how many times you posed for the camera, wanting to roll his eyes but holding back knowing that would definitely get caught on camera.
you gave a small smile to the camera, turning to logan as you stood next to him. the two of you stood together, nothing more.
logan saw it as awkward, while you thought nothing of it, walking off the red carpet as he followed, quickly finding his team in attempt to avoid speaking to you any longer.
âŚ
it had been an hour and logan hadnât seen you again sense the introduction. he knew he was bound to be brought back to you again, but he didnât want to be the cause of it.
logan finally spotted wade, approaching him, trying to pretend that wade wasnât his comfort person.
âwell hello my second favorite furball! iâve missed you.â wadeâs words make logan roll his eyes.
âmissed ya too, bub. i barely know anyone here.â logan admits, quietly. he looks around the room to see if he saw anyone else he was comfortable with, but he just saw you in the corner, casually chatting with thor.
wade gasps, beginning to speak loudly on purpose. âthe wolverine doesnât know people-â wade starts but logan covers his mouth, staring daggers into his eyes.
âshut the fuck up. now is not the time.â logan says rather quiet, seeming a bit panicky as wade furrows his eyebrows.
wade goes to say a muffled remark but catches where loganâs distress is coming from. logan slowly lets go of wadeâs mouth, watching as wadeâs face brightens as if a light bulb had just been placed over his head.
âis billionaire bitch still your opp?â
âstop fucking talking like that.â
wade couldnât help but giggle. âis it because of tony? heâs trying to make amends, stud muffin. i donât know why youâre stressed.â
logan goes to respond, but takes a second, actually processing. âi- i donât know why iâm stressed either if im being honest.â
wade smiled, appreciating the fact that his friend was actually processing his feelings instead of pushing away. that was something wade had taught logan, which was something wade had learned from his therapist.
âlogan, you canât hate the avengers forever. weâre gonna be forced to work with them. and as much as you may hate the starks, iâve already looked at the first mission list and youâre partnered up with starkâs daughter.â
logan practically chokes on his champagne as wade speaks his last sentence. logan didnât know whether to be curious or incredibly annoyed.
âoh, fuck meâŚâ logan complains, rubbing his forehead.
wade holds back a giggle, âoh, iâm sure she will.â
with a smack to wadeâs arm, the two boys noticed you and your father making your way over to them. logan almost cussed out tony in his head.
tony walked up, you not far behind your father, you have wade a side hug and gave logan a hand shake, that was strangely quick. tony smiled his millionaire smile. âthank you guys for joining us tonight. so glad you could make it, and iâm so happy we can finally kill this little rivalry.â
you knew your dad was being fake, but it wasnât your place to say anything, especially when it was against wolverine and deadpool.
logan spoke the words, âiâm happy to be here,â but his face showed different, which earned him a smack in the arm from wade.
âi bet. we have a lovely spread of finger foods and youâre more than welcome to help yourself to some more champagne. wouldâve told you how expensive it was before you decided to chug it all, however thatâs okay.â
logan literally bit his tongue to stop himself from retaliating. if it was really okay as tony offered, tony wouldnât care of the price.
after a few more dreadful minutes of banter between the two, and many side eye looks between you and wade, tony walked away, leaving just you, wade and logan.
which wade quickly saw himself out. âiâm gonna go find the woman with the magic hands, been dying to meet her. you two fartknockers try not to kill each other, okay?â his voice seemed so sarcastic but wasnât, which made you almost smile.
wade walked away and left the two of you there. logan sighed as you started talking.
âyou know, you donât have to avoid me, logan.â
loganâs eyes shot up into yours. he wasnât avoiding you. was he? âexcuse me?â
you almost huffed, watching as his body tensed up. you stood up straight, even though you were still a bit shorter than him. âlogan. i am not my father.â
your words cause logan to scoff. logan knew you werenât your father. he just saw you as an exact replica of your bloodline. he didnât want to say that right to your face, but you noticed he was processing a response, so you ignored the awkward silence and let him get his thoughts in order.
âobviously, youâre not him. your father is a 55 year old billionaire with a mustache. however you two are more similar than you think.â
his words make you think for a minute, deciding to keep the conversation a bit flirty, as much as you convinced yourself it wasnât a good idea.
âlisten, my father and i are just like you and wade. one is the caustic, sassy fighter who never knows when to quit. and the other is the hot one who simply follows the other's example.â your remarks force his brow to furrow.
out of the long phrase you just said, logan only processed one thing. âdid you just call me hot?â
you smiled, batting your eyelashes before answered. âno, i called myself hot. you just happened to assume weâre similar, proving my point.â
logan hated how self centered you were. key word, hated. logan slowly realized how attractive your confidence was, but covered it up through his grunts and complaints of how stuck up you were. you werenât wrong at all. you were hot, and there was nothing he could do about it.
logan rolled his eyes, âof course. you evil woman.â his words were half sarcastic, but you smiled, quickly remarking to his comment.
âyou can call me evil, lo, but you canât call me ugly.â and with that you walked away, leaving him there in his thoughts for the second time that night.
logan huffed. he would be lying if he said your words didnât get to him. but he couldnât. he was over half your age, and your father was the one person on this earth he couldnât stand.
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the first mission was the hardest. you and logan didnât agree on much, the two of you couldnât even decide on what food the team should get after the mission.
with each mission, logan felt his hatred for you slowly slipping away. as much as he tried to keep it because of who your father was, he couldnât help but secretly adore you. your confidence, your skills, your remarks.
when you shared missions, logan was always paired with you. wade was sometimes there, but sometimes it was just the two of you. logan was the muscles, while you were the brains.
as much as he hated that, each mission he found it easier and easier to protect you. at first, he almost didnât want to, so that way you could possibly learn your lesson.
then, by the third mission, he was protecting you like you were his own. you noticed those changes, knowing you were slowly getting to the man.
it was the aftermath of the fifth mission. all the avengers and x-men rented out a hotel through tonyâs card. it was a smaller one, but was able to fit everybody. each partner was neighbored, but thankfully for logan not in the same room if opposite genders.
so logan was lucky enough to have a room to himself, however, that meant sleeping on his bed, knowing yours was on the opposite side of the wall. the walls werenât exactly thick, which made it harder for him to keep himself together.
he felt filthy as he listened to your phone conversation with one of your friends. he refrained his interest and was just laying in his bed, reading a book when something you said striked his interest.
he assumed your friend asked about the person you were partnered up with, because as soon as your name left his mouth he couldnât help but listen.
âyeah, iâm with logan.â he perked up, placing a book mark into his book before placing it onto his nightstand. he felt creepy listening in on your conversation, but convinced himself he had every right because he heard his name.
he heard nothing but mumbles from your friend, before he heard you speaking again.
âyeah, i canât even lie, everytime i walk past him i just⌠thereâs just something about him being my dadâs least favorite person that makes me want him even more.â
logan was at a loss for words. you wanted him? no. you couldnât. he was practically forbidden. he felt like a pervert at the fact that his pants were tightening.
the friend laughed, and logan was not tuned out from your conversation, wondering what should be done from there. he quickly reminded himself that was your private conversation that he wasnât supposed to hear, so what he knows must remain a secret.
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logan usually wasnât one to get much sleep, especially during the nights during missions, and especially only hours ago he found out you had the hots for him.
it was around two in the morning. he tossed and turned, trying to figure out what he should do.
he paused, throat feeling dry. he stood, throwing on his pajama pants, not bothering to wear a shirt before he left his hotel room, walking down the single set of stairs to the mini den, where there was a small kitchen and some lounge chairs.
he unintentionally scanned the room, catching you sitting in one of the lounge chairs, book in hand and your reading glasses sat low on your nose.
he swallowed his spit, walking over the the cupboard and grabbing a small glass, filling it with clean tap water from the sink.
the noise of the water running through the sink brought you from your reading trance, you took your glasses from your face and set your book down, finally noticing loganâs presence.
you slowly stood up, and logan tried to ignore your actions. looking out the window above the sink and quickly downing his water.
before he could leave the room you stopped him. âgot somewhere to be?â your words made him sigh, head falling down as he turned his body to you.
he shook his head, realizing his attempt to avoid you was unsuccessful. you gave him your signature smile, not breaking eye contact even though he was tempted to.
âjust tired.â his eyes tell different. he wasnât tired at all. just couldnât sleep. he wasnât sure if he even wanted to now that he was down here with you.
âwhy are you lying to me? why are you avoiding me?â your words slow down as you mention him avoiding you, making sure your sentence really sinks in to his mind.
you couldnât help but eye his shirtless figure, noticing how defined his abs weâre and feeling yourself become wet because of how manly he looked.
he notices your eyes and gulps, you watch his adams apple bob, and he suddenly realizes he needs to not look like a fucking pussy, even though he feels like one.
âwhy do you care?â his voice is back to his usual raspy. thereâs your boy. you smile, finally recognizing he was back to the grumpy man you know and forbiddingly wanted.
âam i supposed to not care because my dad doesnât? because iâve told you many times. i am not my father.â
logan couldnât help but search your body up and down. his act of checking you out, which you caught, makes your smile grow. âclearly not.â logan murmurs.
you eyebrows raise, your eyes never leaving his. âis that flirty comment leaving your mouth?â your words make him almost stutter but he takes a deep breath to stop himself from being vulnerable around you.
âno. itâs only flirting if you take it that way. iâm not flirting with you. i canât.â loganâs last words make you curious. was he not flirting because he didnât want to, or cause he couldnât?
âyou canât? cause of my dad? fuck who my dad is. as much as i love him heâs gotten in the way of almost everything iâve wanted that didnât follow his path for me. iâm not letting him ruin this for me.â his breath quickened as you continued, âsometimes a girl needs to be taken care of. no matter who it is..â
your words make his eyes widen. he didnât even know what to say.
weâre you flirting with him? he knew based on your phone call earlier that you wanted him because of the thrill it brought. but was that the only reason? did you actually want him?
âis that right?â his voice is low, trying to hide his desperation, and his words make you realize youâve got him. heâs slowly letting down his forbidden barrier.
which is exactly what you wanted.
you step closer to him. âexactly right.â you were so close to him, only a few inches from his face, his husky breath fanning your face, you were able to smell his minty toothpaste from when he brushed his teeth just a few hours before.
you smiled, trailing a hand down his arm, watching satisfied as he shivered beneath your touch. âfeels good, doesnât it?â
logan backed up, finally letting his head reprocess what was happening. âno. y/n. we canât. we canât.â he repeats, and you canât tell if heâs convincing you, or himself.
"why not? cause of my dad? don't you want to anger him? make him mad? isn't that what you've always wanted? well his daughter is standing right here, begging you to take care of her, to show her how she deserves to be taken care of."
logan almost moans at the thought. you step closer to him again, hand running down his arm.
you watched as he shivered, but instead of stepping back this time, he leans into your touch.
he sighs, your touch calming his nerves. he looks down at you, jaw clenching. "i'm.. too old for you. you deserve someone younger."
his words almost make you scoff in disagreement, and you couldn't help but disagree more with him.
"younger? all the guys my age are either assholes or taken, logan. i need someone older, to take care of me, to show me what it's like to be treated right, and fucked good. wouldn't you rather that that be you, rather than another man your age?"
it's like you knew just what to say, because he was standing there, as his dick hardened in his pants at your words.
he wanted you so bad. he didn't know what to say. he wanted to protest, for your sake, all he knew is that he wanted you so fucking bad.
your name tumbles from his lips, trying to think of what to say next.
âdonât tell me we canât. because we can. we can do whatever we fucking want. weâre adults, arenât we, lo?â
he sighs as the nickname slips from your mouth, he bites his lip, looking down at you, searching your eyes for any hesitation. he found none. just pure lust. he almost moaned as you gazed into his eyes, pupils dilating slightly.
âwe are.â is all he says, eyes looking from your pupils, down to your lips. he licked his, eyes sharpening as he perked up.
you smiled up at him, batting your eyelashes, practically daring him to make the first move.
you decided to tease him a bit more, knowing exactly how to irritate him.
âi could always, go find another older guy to take care of me.â your words caused him to growl, slightly, jaw clenching at the thought of you with another boy, let alone an older guy.
âhell no. youâre mine.â his words make you smile, your expression still facing away from him as you turned your head, raising your eyebrows at him.
âiâm yours?â your words slightly questioning him, âprove it.â
at that moment, logan felt all his control slipping away.
the moment heâd been waiting for had finally come, he could finally devour you the way he had dreamed about many nights before.
you started to walk away, but he grabbed your arm, pulling you back in his direction and turning you around.
his hand wrapped around the back of your neck, his other on your waist, bringing you closer and finally connecting your lips with his.
he moaned into the kiss, knowing this was the moment heâd been waiting for. his lips were hungry, he was hungry.
logan let his hands roam along your body, both going down to grab your ass, squeezing and chuckling as you squealed into his mouth, taking that as his chance to slide his tongue into your mouth, touching yours.
he couldnât help but moan as your lips wrapped around his tongue, sucking on it.
your eyes looked at his. causing his body to tremble at how dirty you were being.
he quickly squeezed your ass again, as the two of you continued to kiss, spreading your legs and picking you up, wrapping your legs around his waist.
âwho knew you were so fucking naughty.â he whispered against your lips, pecking them after speaking then setting you onto the counter.
he stood in between your legs, hands running up your thighs, noticing how short your sleep shorts really were.
he kissed you again, kissing your jaw and continuing down your neck.
he made out with the sensitive skin just below your chin, panting as your head fell back gently against the cupboard.
his hands slowly went under your t-shirt, nails running against your torso, and up to your chest, squeezing, hearing as you moaned, quickly bringing one out and covering your mouth.
âgotta stay quiet, sugar. wouldnât want your father hearing and getting curious.â
you moan into his hand, and he just chuckles at you, enjoying how needy youâre being just for him. heâs grunting against your skin, his hand moving faster than his brain.
he tries to ignore the fact his dick is practically leaking in his pants as his hand runs up your thigh, closer and closer to your core.
his face is still in your neck, as his hand pushes your shorts and underwear aside, his other still around your mouth to silence your sounds.
he quickly slips a finger in your pussy, smiling into your neck as he feels you moan into his hand. he pressed a kiss against your neck, as he wasted no time, thumb rubbing against your clit as his finger penetrated your hole.
he stuck another finger in, loving the fact he had you trembling under him. his two fingers curved inside of you, watching as your thighs shook at his unexpected action.
you whined into his hand, almost biting down onto his fingers.
he noticed that and removed his hand for a brief second before slipping his fingers into your mouth.
his lips moved from your neck to your ear. âgod, look at you, letting my fingers stuff two of your holes,â he moaned around your fingers, smiling to himself as he shoves them down your throat.
his fingers leave your mouth after making you gag, his other set of two fingers still inside your pussy.
his other hand went to your neck, holding it as he licked a long stripe up and kissed it, nibbling on your soft skin.
âfuck, if your dad walked down right now and saw how much of a slut youâre being for me. would piss him off so bad, wouldnât it, sugar.â
his words made you bit your lip, holding back your whimpers and whines as his fingers relentlessly pounded into you.
you finally let out a whimper, causing his smile to grow, his fingers leaving your pussy, leaving you slightly stretched out.
he placed a sweet, quick kiss to your lips before slipping you off the counter and into his arms, carrying you bridal style.
he walked you upstairs to his hotel room, kicking the door open then kicking it closed behind him.
âsweet girl couldnât handle being quiet, felt too fucking good didnât it?â
he set you down, forcing you to stand, sitting himself on the bed. he unintentionally manspread, holding himself up on his elbows. âcome on sugar. strip for me.â
his words only encouraged you, smiling as you took off your shirt in a teasingly slow manner, leaving you in your lace bra and skimpy pajama shorts.
he bit his lip, eyeing you up and down. normally youâd feel intimidated, but youâd been waiting for this moment for weeks. there was no time to be intimidated by him.
you smiled as you slowly slid your shorts down your legs, revealing the matching panties, causing his head to fall back.
âa matching set? you planned this, didnât you?â
all the dots connected in his head and he couldnât help but moan at the thought of you planning to seduce him, and the fact you wanted him that bad to make a whole plan.
he brought his hand up, using his two fingers to signal you closer. without a word you stepped closer to him.
you straddled his body, leg wrapping around his waist, before you move his elbows and push him back onto the bed.
he moaned as you did so, looking up at you with wide eyes. âoh? is that how weâre feeling, sugar?â his words only made your confidence grow, palms resting on each of his pecks.
you tilted your head slightly, bringing one hand down to his pants, slowly palming the sensitive area you were sitting on.
âyeah, donât act like it doesnât turn you on, either. i feel you through your pants. your little friend hereâs practically screaming for me to touch him.â
your hand palms him, slowly gaining speed as logan feels his breath hitch, heart skipping a beat. the friction of your hand manipulating his clothed dick only made him harder, head falling back onto the bed, as his back arched like a slut.
the material of his pajama pants stimulating his cock in all the right places.
at this point your cunt was sticky, logan could almost feel it through the two articles of clothing, forgetting the fact yours was extremely thin.
âfeels good, doesnât it? you were already so fucking hard, lo. does it turn you on that iâm so much younger than you? that this is forbidden?â your words only make his hips buck into your hand, mouth falling open.
you smiled grew, biting your lip as you watched his desperate. âgod, it does, doesnât it? you gonna let me ride you?â
logan moaned and nod his head, âif iâm not inside you within the next ten seconds iâm flipping you over and fucking you myself.â his words made you moan, losing your dominance, feeling the sudden need for him to demolish you.
âreally, you donât want me to sit on your face?â loganâs mouth watered at your words, quickly changing his mind.
he moaned, âwait, fuck yes. give it to me. come here and sit on my fucking face.â
you stood off him, slowly taking off your panties, then bracing yourself and climbing back on top of him, slowly making your way up to his face. you smiled, seeing loganâs desperate expression, as if he needed your pussy in order to live. he yearned for you, and it made you wetter at the sight.
you slowly hovered over his face, lowering onto his mouth, moaning as soon as his nose rubbed against your clit.
his tongue immediately went to your hole, tongue fucking you. you couldnât help but squirm, moaning again as you felt his arms wrap around your thighs, holding you onto his face.
logan is loving the desperate way you try to bite your lip to keep yourself from being too loud, as if anyone was up at this hour.
"eating me so fucking good," you moan out, feeling as logan moans against your cunt, your words were like fuel to him, and he found himself bucking his hips at nothing because of how beautiful and desperate you sounded.
you adored how eager he was for you, causing you to scream as he moved his tongue quicker, eventually moving his entire face after noticing your liking for his nose on your clit.
he was getting so into it, being so messy, pussy clenching around his tongue, but he slowly removed his arms from your legs, lifting you off his face, then down to his abs, uninstall sitting your clit onto his hard abs, causing you both to moan.
âfuck, need you to cum on my dick, you can cum on my face later. i need you now. need you to ride me so good.â
logan moaned out as you quickly moved down, pulling down his pants and boxers, and with no warning, quickly sinking onto his dick.
logan moaned out slightly louder than you, making your smile grow.
you slowly took your hair out from the ponytail it was in, letting it fall down. logan looked up at you in awe, watching as you started to ride his cock.
âiâve imagined this so many times, and god, nothing is better than it actually happened. youâre so fucking beautiful.â
you smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to his lips, cupping his cheek before placing your hands to his v-line, using his hot body to brace yourself as you rode his thick cock.
as you began to bounce, logan was a moaning mess. he started fucking up into you, âcome on sugar, ride it.â
his words of encouragement made your moans become louder. he smiled up at you, his hands now holding your hips, holding you in place as he fucked up into you.
âthatâs it, baby. take it, take my fucking cock. so fucking tight around me.â he eyes moved from your glowing body, down to your pussy, practically sucking his dick in.
âlook at you, sucking me in so good, like she was made for me. fuck.â he looked at your stomach, practically seeing a bulge move in and out of you.
âcan see me in your tummy, fuck,â he points out, and you look down and moan. you smiled at him, watching his glistening body, as sweat droplets formed on his forehead.
âgod thatâs so hot, youâre so fucking big. told you i needed an older guy to take care of me.â
his name tumbles from your lips, he sees you in your desperate state. the two of you both feel your climaxes reaching closer, you knew you wouldnât last much longer if he kept talking to you like that.
âgood fucking girl.â his voice was so low and raspy, you couldnât help but moan.
logan enjoyed the fact he had tony starkâs daughter currently bouncing on his cock, begging for more. it was forbidden, and the thought alone almost made him cum.
âyou keep talking to me like that iâm gonna cum,â your voice is desperate and needy, and that turns him on to the max, slowly feeling himself reach the edge. he grunts, jaw clenching, feeling himself go almost animalistic, he grunts through his teeth.
âcome on sugar. thatâs it. cum on my fucking cock. riding me so fucking good iâm gonna cum myself. want you to moan so loud tony hears you from the floor below and knows his arch nemesis is fucking his daughter. wanna see my cum spill out of this sweet little pussy of yours.â
his words carry you over the edge, as he continues to talk you through it. âthatâs it, bub, iâm so fucking close. this pretty little pussy is sucking me in so good, yeah i feel you clenching. dick so good it has you trembling, huh, sugar?â you cum on his cock, legs shaking as you stop bouncing, but logan grabs your hips and drills into you, chasing his own climax.
you feeling extremely overstimulated, you couldnât control your whimpers and whines and how loud you were. logan finally came with you, mouth falling open as he grunted, moaned, and even almost whimpered.
your eyes scrunch shut, when you finally are able to open them you see logan under you, body glistening in sweat, his eyes closed shut and his head pushed back into the pillows, holding your hips so tight, like if he lets you go youâll leave.
you smile as you come down from your high, logan quickly following you, his smile growing as his eyes meet yours again.
âthat what you meant when you said take care of you?â his cocky words make you smack his bare chest, slowly pulling off him, your cum and his cum slowly spilling out of you, getting both of your attention.
âfuck, thatâs so fucking hot,â logan mumbled under his breath.
you almost moaned again, feeling empty as you pull his cock out of your pussy, the cum dripping onto his v-line and abs, making your smile grow.
âyes, this is what i meant. fucked me so good.â you giggled, going to get up but logan flipped you over gently and pushed you down onto the bed.
âlay here, sugar. iâll clean you up.â
logan grabs a damp, warm rag from the bathroom of his hotel room, bringing it to you and wiping up the cum, once youâre fully clean he tosses it into the hamper across the room. he goes to his bag, grabbing one of his shirts and walking over to you.
he smiles and carefully brings it over your head, finding your tired state adorable.
once you have the shirt on, you lay down in the bed, pulling the covers over you sleepily, as he puts his pajama pants back on, climbing back into bed next to you.
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the next morning, logan isnât in bed with you, you check the time and itâs about 10am. your mission didnât start for another few hours, so you decided to go downstairs and get yourself some of the hotel breakfast.
you slipped on some sleep shorts and slowly walked out of your room, down the stairs and into the kitchen where breakfast was being served.
you walked over to the counter, putting waffle batter into the waffle maker and turning around, trying to find your dad within the many avengers and x-men sat around the mini tables, but when you saw almost everyone staring at you, some with their mouths slightly open, you became confused.
you turned to see your dad, tony, sat at a table with steve, thor and bruce.
tony almost gasped as you turned around and continued making your waffle, not caring how loud he was.
âwhy the fuck does the last name on the back of you shirt say howlett.â as soon as your dad reveals that information, you avoid turning back around to face him.
logan smiles from his seat, watching as tony slowly turns to look at him at the table near him.
tonyâs eye twitches as he looks over at logan. logan unfortunately cant hide his amused expression, almost giggling at the situation, watching as wade walks into the room, also noticing the back of your shirt.
wade jumps up and down, clapping his hands together. âis that loganâs shirt! omg, they finally fucked!â
bruce and thor canât help but giggle to each other, as steve holds in his laugh.
tony eyes shoot from wade to logan, practically shaking from how mad he was. it was something logan wanted to take a picture of and remember forever.
âyou stuck your dick in my fucking daughter!?â tonyâs loud, obviously unhappy voice made you slowly turn around, you and logan making eye contact trying not to break into laughter.
âam i the only one furious at this? why the fuck are you all fucking laughing!?â tony shouts, standing up, almost spilling his coffee all over the table.
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