#they could have gotten away with it for so much longer

[mythicmanuscripts]

..reader changing their signature clothing/accessory/whatever color to blue after marrying Aemond

Oh my god anon you are an absolute genius, I love this so much.

Nothing NSFW in this, just soft fluffy Aemond. Enjoy lads!

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Firstly, I've always found it interesting how Aemond has a sapphire in his eye and not an emerald? Even if the sapphire was a random choice, he absolutely could have gotten an emerald to replace it once it became clear that the war would end up being blacks v greens.

Yet for some reason he never did. He says he wishes to serve his house yet he does not wear the color of his house? He didnt just not choose a colour, he actively chose a color other than the color of his house and would have had plenty of opportunities to swop it but always chose not to.

I've always thought that the choice of sapphire was a way of him distancing himself from his family, of showing how he isnt quite like them, isnt quite a green in the same way they are.

It's this that makes me think you choosing to wear blue would be so meaningful for him. When you first agree to the match and the wedding planning gets underway, you wear green. Of course you do, you're joining that family, you have to be seen as loyal to them. In particular you have to make sure you're seen as loyal to Allicent, that you're wear their green, their symbols, showing your integration into their house.

After the wedding, you slowly become closer with Aemond and begin to learn about him. You start to hear stories of how it was growing up for him, how he lost the eye, how he hates being the second son. He has so much more to him than you first expected.

You don't pressure Aemond to take off the eyepatch. You want him to be comfortable with you and that means you can't break his trust, ever.

But once he does take it off and you see the sapphire, you know immediately what you must do. You're able to make that choice now because you're part of the family. You no longer need to be on your best behaviour to ensure the match isnt called off. You're married to Aemond now. You don't need Allicent's approval to secure your place here anymore.

So you start to look for blue clothing items, in particular you look for that deep sapphire blue. You get necklaces and bracelets with sapphires, you get new dresses that are deep blue, coats and scarves too. Aemond doesn't notice the new clothes arriving, until one day you join him for lunch and you're wearing all blue.

He stares for a moment, awestruck, and then just says you look beautiful and things go back to normal. He thought this was just a new outfit you had gotten somehow, which is perfectly fine with him you can buy whatever you want. But then a few days later you're dressing for an event you must attend with him and again he sees you put on blue? This time he even sees you put on a necklace with a sapphire inside.

He forces himself to look away and refuses to even look at you for the entire event. You think you've done something horribly wrong, especially when he seats himself at the very end of the row of seats and you are forced to sit two rows down from him all on you own.

He leaves before you do, and so you when you watch back to your chambers alone you're surprised to see he is already there. You ask him what was wrong, and he just takes off his eyepatch and pulls you into a hug, crying softly into your shoulder because you've chosen him. You and him have your own side in this war, and that is the side that will prevail.

[thalwri]

sticky 'n wet - sylus

synopsis: your agitating ex tries to disrupt your peace again, but he doesn't realise sylus is around. and neither of you realise that your working together to finally get rid of your ex would bring you much closer.

warnings: heavy smut, dry humping, strip tease, riding, creampies, shower sex, couch sex, petnames (kitten, sweetie, sweetheart), squirting, messy and very wet

word count: 5,6k

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

“where are you off to, kitten?”

you turned on your heel, seconds away from fuming. “i told you to stop calling me that.” 

there had been incessant knocking torturing your door to your apartment. somehow you’ve been letting sylus stay in your place for weeks on end while he occasionally disappeared to the n109 zone for his usual business.

between your tether to him being more intense than usual, and the recent events you’d been going through, you couldn’t tell whether you were grateful for his presence or felt more at peace when he wasn’t around for a brief time.

it had been five minutes. you wouldn’t really think that the knocking was bad but realistically if someone knocked at your door without a break and did it very loudly even without a response, then that would be concerning.

sylus found it irritating in the least, but had the tolerance to ignore it until the relentless fool disappeared on their own. he watched you walk to the door and look into the peep hole. your breath hitched as you stumbled back, covering your mouth with both hands before quickly dropping them to your sides.

“what is it?”

“my ex.” your voice dropped to a monotone line, your body still on the door in front of you. sylus groaned, pinching his brows but he had to admit he wasn’t surprised.

your break up wasn’t revolutionary and chaotic so to speak, but it wasn’t peaceful either. he had been there for you through the process, he didn’t even have to calm you down so he had thought you’d breeze through it and give him more of your attention.

until you started crying.

apparently, the fool had gotten with another woman just weeks after your split and that broke you. so two months following that, sylus had spent his hours of quality time with you helping you recover and move on all while plotting all the crude and illegal things he could do to that insect to avenge you. 

he had thought to impale the guy with a fork, or peel off his skin with a carrot peeler, and make a stew out of him so that if anyone investigated, they’d eat the evidence. hannibal style. if he ever told you that, you would most likely be disgusted.

sylus rose to his feet in solemn silence and gently moved you away from the door. “i’ll handle it, kitten.”

“sylus–“

“i’ll handle it.” the depth his voice had lowered to was an instant indication that you could no longer try to interfere. whatever he was about to do, you could only pray it wasn’t going to get him arrested.

you turned away, pinching the corners of your eyes as the door opened for sylus to be greeted by yelling.

“what took you so long to answer– who are you?”

“the owner of this apartment. who in this bereft city are you?” well, being the owner, so to speak, was a lie. technically you owned it– but sylus began to actually live and function there more than you had in the last few months.

just looking at the bastard in person began to irk him. sylus wholeheartedly believed you could do far better than you had but he knew better than to lose his chances of being especially close to you by questioning your judgement. he was not interested in fighting you for your attention for he knew that you truly were drawn to him.

how could you not be attracted to each other especially after all you’ve gone through together?

sylus looked your ex up and down in disgust and scoffed out a laugh. “what are you doing here? this is the last time i’ll ask.”

“where is my girlfriend?” your ex grumbled, attempting to look over sylus’ body by standing on the tips of his toes. you intuitively stepped back before you stopped. would you really let this happen over and over again? being tormented like this?

not again.

“she’s not–“ sylus began to ball his hands into fists as he spoke before you held him to calm him down.

“it’s okay,” you gave him a grateful smile, patting his chest for him to step back. “i told you to stop calling and coming to my apartment.”

“i just wanted to talk–“ 

“you lost your chance, so do me a favour and screw yourself to another planet before i feed you to the fucking wanderers. we’re over. for a reason. and here’s no turning back from that. so leave.”

“but–“

“out.”

“no, i–“

the sound of a gun– your gun– cocked, you felt a tall figure looming over you oozing murderous energy. sylus aimed the gun directly at your ex’s head.

“you heard my woman,” he snarled, trying his best to hide his prideful smirk. you felt your ears warm. look at you, standing on your own feet against vermin-like that ex of yours. “get out.”

“who do you think you are?” your ex scoffed, sorely attempting to push out his chest to seem confident. 

“he is my boyfriend,” you stepped forward, pushing your ex back by pointing your finger at him with each statement you make until he’s out of the doorway. “he is my man, he is what matters to me now, and you are nothing to me. so get out and stay out of my life before i kill you with my bare hands.”

and with that, you slam the door shut, locking the door quickly. you leaned against the door, catching empty air while your heart rate slowed down from the nerves. you heard sylus chuckle and put your gun down.

“that was impressive, sweetie.” you groaned in your hands, intentionally avoiding his gaze. you called him your boyfriend. your man. and he called you his woman. you’d be lying if you said you didn’t find that nice to say, but still!

“look at me,” his voice, both soothing and arousing compelled you to listen to him. you removed your hands from your eyes and looked sylus in the eye.

“i suppose you’re satisfied.” you sighed in exhaustion, you felt so drained from talking to that ex of yours. a snack would be doing wonders at this time.

“i’m proud of you,” he smiled– a rarity from sylus but fully appreciated nonetheless. “standing your ground, defending your privacy, referring to me as your man–“

“you’re terrible,” you choked out a laugh, slapping his abdomen. 

“i’m divine, kitten, and you know it.”

you weren’t going to deny that. especially after being trapped in his homestead, after getting to know him, along with seeing a great many parts of him. he was an attractive man, that was undeniable. 

his wit, intelligence, and sense of control during missions and operations within onychinus and how he spends time with you are all things you’d grown to admire about him. you adored him and felt rather enamoured by the things he does. the things he does to you.

within the last month, you’d seen him in ways that you should have deemed inappropriate. watching exit the shower, water dripping down the lines of his abdomen and disappearing within the towel wrapped around his waist. with his grey lashes holding small droplets above his deliciously terrifying crimson eyes of his.

how his chest always looked larger every time you saw him, or how you’d intentionally bend down with your ass in the air when he was within your proximity. something at the time you thought as harmless. but now you’re standing before him and you felt a new wave of need.

whether it was from what he said or the fact that he was ready to kill for you, you didn’t know. but now you were feeling restless.

“sylus,”

he breathed out your name in response, almost as though he was holding in some pent in energy. you could feel energy swirling in your heart as you watched his eye twitch. the same eye that held his part of the aether core. were you resonating without touching each other?

“thank you,” you began, struggling to find your words. “for earlier.”

“anything for you, sweetie.” he stepped closer to you, making you tilt your neck slightly to meet his gaze. “including covering for your pretty ass whenever your missions went sideways because of that creature of an ex.”

you stifled a laugh through the noise of your aether tethered heart rapidly beating. watching his lips curve, purse, and move as he spoke, watching his eyes kind of lighten just from speaking with you… you just couldn’t take your eyes off him.

“you just can’t seem to take your eyes off me or stop thinking about me, can you kitten?” he smirked, placing his hand beneath your chin. “it would only be fair for me to admit i have had the same sentiment, but for much longer than i’d like to admit.”

“then do something about it,” you brashly whispered, feeling your patience wear thin. this was the closest chance you had at doing something with him without fear. “you’ve got your chance, so use it.”

“oh?” that irritating yet attractive chuckle filled the room other than whatever was playing on the tv. you could just feel your clit tingle from it. “is kitten baring her claws again?”

you gripped the collar of his dress shirt, harshly pulling him close to you– his lips less than a breath away from yours. “this kitten is baring her teeth, and telling sylus she wants him.”

that seemed to be the perfect buzzword. before you knew it, his lips had crashed into yours, his arms wrapped around your torso, and if you weren’t mistaken a short moan had escaped his lips. there was barely a moment for you to absorb the kiss, as you had already begun to peel each other’s clothing off from the jackets to the shirts and eventually the pants. 

you pushed sylus onto the couch and straddled him, his hands held the back of your thighs pushing you up more towards him as your lips danced and tugged away in both passion and desire. he dropped you onto his lap, subtly introducing you to the growing bulge beneath you. it felt so big. you gasped as he began to grind against your clothed pussy, his hands reaching for your ass and tits to fondle and squeeze.

“i want you,” sylus whispered, momentarily stopping to lock his crimson eyes on yours in seriousness. “and i have you. do you want us to continue. we’ll stop if you aren’t ready.”

you smiled in gratitude for his concern for you. “i’m ready, sylus. i’m ready for you–” before you could finish your sentence, your lips are locked in a chaste kiss, your groins meeting each other through relentless grinds and your heavy sighs and soft whines competing with the television’s noise.

you wanted to truly show sylus how much you appreciated all that he has done for you in the past month so you slowly pulled yourself away, gently pushing him back when his lips followed and rose to your feet. 

“stand up,” sylus rose without question, hiding his curiosity with a ‘hmph’. “take off your underwear.”

he raised an eyebrow, his ruby eyes glistened with excitement. “and what about you, kitten? don’t you think this is a little bit unfair?”

“i want to give you a show,” you tug at the hem of his black briefs, which had a wet spot marked around his erection. the more you looked at the shape of his cock, the more you realised just how big he was. you could feel both your mouth and pussy water at that sight alone.

“i think i’m the one entertaining you right now,” in a swift move, he pulled down his briefs and kicked them aside. his cock bounced free and stood so tall and proud, his tip was reddened and shining with leaky precum leaving a mess on his lower abdomen. 

“don’t be shy,” he smirked, taking your hand in his and placing it on his cock. it was so warm and so hard, you couldn’t help yourself from stroking it. sylus closed his eyes, letting out a shaky sigh as you pumped his cock from the base to the tip stopping to circle your finger lightly over his slit.

“h-ha, kitten, that’s- oh,” you dragged your precum glistened finger down a large vein that travelled to the base then removed your hand. still in a slight daze from your touch, sylus didn’t hear what you said.

“i’m gonna give you a little show,” you boldly repeated, grabbing his face with a hand to give him a chaste kiss, swiping your tongue briefly across his lips before he could react. you stepped back to create some distance between the two of you to give him a bit of a sight to see. 

sylus laughed and plopped himself back onto the couch, spreading his legs to give you constant access to his throbbing, twitching, leaky cock. his hand was wrapped around the shaft, slowly stroking it as translucent drops leaked from his tip. seeing him in his nude, blatant glory brought a flood of heat rush over your body and settle in your clit– which was rudely rubbing against the fabric of your underwear.

“don’t get cold feet now, sweetie,” sylus breathed, his chest beginning to heave and sweat. you’d barely gotten to do what you wanted. 

“best you be patient.” you scoffed, unclasping your bra, slowly peeling the straps down each shoulder. you turned making your back face him and peeled off your bra and tossed it towards him. 

sylus’ hands were long gone from his hard, throbbing cock to catch your bra. he set it on his thigh, resting on the couch arms spread wide intrigued to see what else you had in store for him. “continue, kitten. my patience is wearing thin.”

you slowly turned to face him again, saving your final reveal for much later. you swayed your way back to him and sat on his lap, carefully pressing his cock against his abdomen with your body. his breath hitched at the friction from your underwear rubbing against his sensitive flesh. his warm precum began to soak your panties, but not as much as your pussy was.

you held his cock against you and adjusted your positioning so that you could ride the length of him. going back and forth against him, the raw friction of fabric against sensitive skin sent sylus into a frenzy, gripping the sides of the couch as he watched you basically dry hump him when he should be deep inside you.

“kitten,” he gritted, holding back a guttural groan. you responded with a lascivious moan, almost vibrating from the stimulation from just dry riding his cock. sylus’ hands flew to your hips and lifted you up with just a fraction of his strength. his cock flew back and hit his abs with a soft plap! 

“i’m growing impatient,” he lowly whispered, his eyes slowly darkening with desire and arousal. he was in no position to play along with you anymore. he was ready to fuck you good. “so i’m going to ask you again. are you ready for us to continue?”

you ferociously nodded, holding his face in your hands engulfing him in another kiss. you invited his tongue into your mouth to explore and savour you, occasionally greeting it with your own. as you felt yourself sinking into the kiss, you felt your pantie get moved aside before a long finger slid into you. you gasped momentarily before sylus caught your lips again, swallowing your eventual moan as his finger curled inside you.

“answer the question.”

“yes, sylus, i’m ready for you,” you panted. “i’m ready.”

and with that, sylus did not hold back further. his finger pumped into your wet pussy in slow rhythm before pushing a second in. your body trembled at the feeling, tensing as his fingers pumped deeper into you whilst curling to find that special area of yours.

“so wet,” he commented, pecking kisses along your neck. “soaking through your pretty underwear just for me. imagine how much harder i’m getting just from watching you.”

you didn’t even think it was possible for that to happen. a third finger slid in right as you were about to respond, pulling a deep moan out of you. being stretched out like this was not new, but with sylus it gave a more delicious sting.

“don’t squirm, sweetie,” he purred, curving all three digits in you again. “this is necessary if you want my cock to fit in well without hurting you.”

you couldn’t say much other than nod. getting so mindless over his fingers was worrying. what would his cock feel like? 

sylus slowly removed his fingers, watching how your slick nectar connected to each one before slowly licking it off one of his fingers whilst locking his eyes on you. such an erotic tease. he rubbed his other– still slick– fingers on your lips, painting them in your wetness. you slowly opened your mouth and leaned your head forward to take his fingers in.

“fuck,” he whispered, feeling his cock twitch at the sight. he pushed his fingers in and out of your mouth, watching your tongue clean him up slipping and swirling around him. he just imagined what it would be like to fuck your pretty mouth until you were drooling with his cum.

“me,”

“what?”

“fuck me, sylus.” you gave him a look of determination and need. that was all he had to hear. a loud rriiiiiip snapped you out of your daze, and a light draft fanned at your ass. 

“sylus!”

“hmm?” he smiled, pulling off your now shredded underwear from your body.

“that was my favourite set!” you pouted, even though you were heavily attracted to that move from him.

“you know i’ll get you new ones,” sylus scoffed, moving your hips to align your pussy with the tip of his cock. he knew you were on the pill. how? he accompanied you to get them and pestered you whenever you forgot. he adored you but he also cared immensely for your wellbeing.

“i love that you wore that set today,” he grinned looking up at you and pecked your nipples before gently suckling them for a few seconds. “love the red.” he paused, wanting to ask you once more for confirmation.

you nodded before he could ask. “i’m good and ready when you are– o-oh,”

his tip prodded at your entrance and was welcomed with slick warmth sucking him into you. he stopped half way in, slowly breathing to be accustomed to the feeling of your pussy clamping on his cockhead so tightly he almost came on the spot. you had let out a gasp at the feeling, clutching his shoulders with your nails.

“are you alright?” he asked. beads of sweat began to form on his forehead. you nodded. “let’s continue.”

slowly, you sank down onto him swallowing his cock, intentionally squeezing him to watch him squirm and moan from your tightness. you gently laughed, giving away your teasing which sylus quickly caught onto. he scoffed out a laugh and bucked his hips up to yours, ramming the rest of his cock into you with just a bit still outside. 

you moaned from the instantaneous move, barely recovering from it when that evil grey haired man began to thrust into you, pulling his cock in and out gradually increasing his pace. your arms wrapped around his shoulders as you tried to follow his pace, riding him to meet his hips whenever he thrusted up into you.

“oh fuck, kitten your pussy is so tight,” he moaned, pushing deeper and harder into you. your eyes crossed feeling like he reached a spot you didn’t realise existed. “must have hit your g-spot, hm? oh, baby you feel so good around me”

you could barely respond, overwhelmed by the new wave of pleasure you were receiving. hearing his sexy noises while fucking his cock into you was bringing you faster to your climax than your vibrator ever had. and all so quickly too. but it seemed he was also drawing near to cumming too.

“just– ah, fuck– so tight!” he could barely swallow his whines as your hips meet faster and harder. “that tight pussy’s about to make me cum, kitten. g-gosh fuck me– you see what you do to me?”

rendered speechless, you could only nod. and it only took a few more thorough thrusts before you spasmed all over his cock, throwing your head back as you climaxed. just seconds after, a gush of hot, cum flowed into your pussy, making you so weak in the knees you couldn’t move. sylus fuck his cum into you, moaning your name. 

despite that brief finish, you both knew you wanted more.

“again,” his voice rumbled in demand. you rasped your agreement, about to move when an idea came to your mind. 

“sylus,”

“mm.”

“let’s go to the shower.”

he looked up at you with a raised brow. “you feel dirty already? kitten, we’ve barely started.”

“no, you crow,” you smacked his large chest in irritation. “i mean, let’s continue in the shower.”

sylus momentarily paused, blankly staring at you. you always wondered what went through his mind when he did that. in that instance, he rose to his feet carrying you while his cock was still lodged in your pussy. not only that, he was still alarmingly hard despite cumming already, 

“you didn’t think i’d be done after such a small round, did you?” he grinned. “we’re just getting started.” you didn’t know whether to be afraid or dangerously aroused more than before.

you went through your bedroom to your bathroom, where sylus eventually set you to your feet. his cum began to slowly ooze out of you, travelling down your legs and painting them in the evidence of the mess that would have been made on your couch.

the bathroom began to steam slightly as the water ran. a large hand was held out for you– sylus offering it for you to join him. as you entered, your lips were immediately occupied with his, tied in a dance of need and insatiable greed that only the two of you could soothe for each other.

“you’re so perfect, sylus,” you sighed on his lips. “you’ve always been so great, such an amazing person in my life.” you kissed him again. “just want to show you how grateful i am for you.”

“you already have,” he pecked your cheeks. “just by being in my life.”

your kisses, gradually intensified as you touched each other, stimulating your needs before sylus gently moved you against the glass wall of the shower and picked you up hooking your legs over his shoulders and pressing your weight on the glass to keep you in place.

he gently lowered you back into him, instantly filling you up with his cock again. each time felt like it had gotten thicker. sylus regained proper footing on the wet tiles, slowly thrusting up into you before his pace quickened, going faster and harder until your pretty tits bounced from the sheer force of being fucked against the glass shower wall. 

and that wasn’t near how fast he planned to plough your sweet pussy. he had so much more in store for you. so much he’d been waiting to do. control was no longer a word in his vocabulary.

“ooh, just– fuck– just– just like that sy– so good!” you hiccuped, gripping onto his hair with one hand and scratching his nape with the other. 

through the fog, you could see your reflection, his back muscles flexing and shining in sweat along with the heat, his light grey hair flattened and drenched sticking to his flushed skin, his lips so tantalisingly close to your ear, huffing out praises and moans all while nibbling at your flesh.

“how are you still so tight, kitten?” he purred, pounding into you like his life depended on it. his hands tightly gripped your thighs indenting marks onto them, another sign of him marking his territory. “gonna fuck you so deep ‘n paint you with my cum.”

thrust after thrust his cock travelled deeper and deeper into you than it had earlier, pounding your weeping cunt so much that the squelches from a mixture your slick wetness and his cum became louder than the sound of your shower. sylus slowly pulled his cock back until his cockhead peeked out then slammed himself back up into you, finding that carnal spot of yours again. your eyes instantly crossed upon the impact, ripping a raw cry from deep within your throat.

“you sound like music,” he groaned, you could feel him smiling against your neck as he licked and suckled multiple rude, disrespectful bruises onto your skin. marking you as his and his alone for all of linkon and the n109 to see. “beautiful melody for just me to hear, sweetie.” he drew back and pulled out of you slowly and thrust clean into you once more before setting you down to the floor. 

you wasted no time grabbing his shoulders and pulled him into a lustful, needy kiss, engulfing him in your adoration and enticement. he occasionally nipped your lower lip, groaning at the feeling of your hand creeping down his abdomen to stroke his neglected, twitching cock. it was drenched and leaking with precum again, as if there would never be an end to how much he could stuff you and cover you with it. the warm water pelted your skin, making you hotter and more breathless as the seconds went by. 

“i’m going to give you everything you could ever want in this life,” he struggled to say whilst attempting to hold back the noises boiling deep in his chest. “my life, my heart, and my soul is yours, sweetheart.”

within an instant, you found your front pressed against the glass with your hands held behind your back. his lips grazed you ear, whispering his need for you as his warm cock circled your entrance, sliding up and down from the curve of your ass to his tip poking your aching clit.

“sylus,” you shivered, leaning back to rest on him before you lost balance– or even consciousness. you couldn’t tell how long you had been going on for anymore, and frankly you couldn’t care less. the tether between the two of you had wrapped so strongly that you couldn’t spend a second not being on each other.

“yes?” his hand gently tapped your chin so you could turn your face to him. he pecked the corner of your lip and rammed himself back into you without warning, forcing out a loud moan through your lips. those rough, and crude thrusts pounded through your tight, needy cunt, which was squeezing around his girth as much as possible. body pressed against the glass, the reflection of your fucked out face with sylus dazed and so drunk in your pussy made you clench harder.

“fuck, my– fuck,” his hips began to stutter and his cock throbbed in warning. the shower wall began to shake from the continuous impact of your bodies slamming together, clapping and squelching as if you just couldn’t be any closer. “if you squeeze again– oh, kitten, i’m going to fill you to the brim.”

he sunk his teeth deep into your flesh sending jolts of new pleasure down your spine, making you both moaning messes. his hands travelled around your body until his dominant hand settled on your abandoned clit to rub and swirl, and the other attacking your nipples– fondling and pinching them with greed to force out your most animalistic nature. your back arched helping you buck yourself into his hips, wanting to feel so much more of him, even though he had already abused your g-spot so much.

you sobbed and whined, singing praises to sylus for what he was doing to get you so horny for him. “keep fucking me like that, sy- fuck, please!” your arms wrapped around his neck, trying to hold onto him to stop yourself from collapsing. if it wasn’t his cock poking your cervix at this point, it was a sign that you were reaching your limit. “give me– can’t think– give it to me!”

neither of you could think that much, really. with you being so hypnotised and enamoured by his huge cock while he drowned and was drunk in your pussy, there wasn’t much to question. you both had a synonymous goal.

“gonna give it to you, kitten,” sylus seethed while licking your skin in ferocious lust, all he wanted and needed was to feel and taste you so he would do just that.

he felt so good inside your delectable pussy, loved how you tightened around him. he wanted to just cum on the spot, over and over and fuck you in every nook and cranny of your apartment then in each and every one of the properties he owned. he didn’t want to stop until every room you two entered was left smelling of cum and sex. who would he be to not desire such pleasure with someone as beautiful, powerful, and sexy as you?

“look at us, sweetie,” he huffed, momentarily stopping to push his cock as deeply into you as possible, completely bottoming out inside of you until all that would be seen was his balls flush against your pussy. he took long, deep, malicious strokes into you, the glass wall threatening to topple over. “look at yourself while i fuck you good, while i stuff my cock right into you.”

your eyes landed on your reflection but you couldn’t help yourself from watching him reduce you to slutty putty. making you feel like such a needy slut for his cock and his hot, thick cum.

“so pretty,” he moaned, throwing his head back. he could feel his orgasm nearing, his body was beginning to falter. “so definitely mine.” 

the perverted reflection of you fucking yourself on his cock while he simultaneously bucked into you had taken you over the edge. your eyes rolled back and your jaws loosened as your body stilled. you let out a hoarse cry as you unfolded, tightly gripping onto him as you became undone, cumming around his cock, your walls squeezing and fluttering around him causing a wave of cum to fill you alongside his thrusts. 

you were so full already that his cum leaked out your pussy in spurts, dripping down your legs and hitting the walls. another wave washed over you, and you could feel so much spurting out of you, spraying the wall and dripping down your bodies. you paused, still feeling sylus rutting his cum into you from behind. 

you squirted. and he had quickly realised it too, from how his pace quickened again. you had felt his cock grow much harder even though he already came.

“fuck, you made such a mess kitten, wanna make you do it again,” he panted, pinching his eyes shut. “gonna fuck you so good, you squirt over and over.”

you still couldn’t understand how he got so hard so quickly but your pussy wasn’t done being fucked just yet. he quickly pulled himself out, his cock slapping against his abdomen still spurting out thick globs of cum. he raised one of your legs over his shoulder and bottomed out deep into you again, with a whole new angle. you both groaned at the feeling, your pussy being stretched by the curve of his depth, creaming and fluttering on it before he could thoroughly fuck you again.

he didn’t waste another second viciously stimulating your clit with his fingers while his cock aggressively drove into you, slapping your skin against his in a quickened rhythm. it didn’t take much before your poor, soaked cunt squeezed you into another orgasm, creaming a white ring around his base. you screamed, feeling a rush of pleasure force out an intense round of your nectar going everywhere onto your abdomen and his, ultimately making you squirt for the second time tonight. 

you felt another gush of cum stuff your pussy as a whimper left sylus’ lips. you couldn’t help but love the fact that he got off just from you squirting. and that got you so much hornier, so needy to do more. but you doubted if your body was capable of handling that. you felt his cock slowly soften as you came down from your highs. he muttered something about wanting to stay inside you a bit longer, and you allowed it, also not wanting to be separated from him being in you just yet. maybe it was the aether cores keeping you attached.

moments passed as you both recovered from your orgasms, resting on each other, whispering praises, and kissed each other in dazed exhaustion. the running water rinsed away most of the cum and slick from your bodies, leaving the rest to be cleaned off once you were both ready.

“that was beautiful,” you murmured as you pulled away from his lips. sylus rested his forehead on yours, still trying to regain his breath. he reached to make the water slightly colder.

“you did so well,” he smiled. “i’m glad i was patient.”

as you began to clean each other up, as exhausted as you were, you felt satisfied. and at peace. sylus was a good ally and companion of yours but from the way things are looking now, you’re more than happy to take things much further.

note: I literally started playing lads a few days ago and OMG LIKE WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK ITS SOO GOOD

[revelboo]

Is ES Bumblebee alive? I miss him...

He’s alive, but hurting

Not every fic is headed that route, but a few will

The Future Freaks Me Out Pt 2

Earthspark Bumblebee x Reader

• Jogging through the woods in the direction you’d been pointed in, you’re out of breath and not sure you’re actually still going in the right direction by the time you finally catch a glimpse of something big moving through the trees. “Hey! Wheeljack?!” Head turning to stare at you, the bot’s vocal indicators flash before he drops down into his alt mode as you break into a run. Because he’s about to bail and leave you in his dust. “Wait-Bumblebee! He’s hurt!”

• Drifting in and out of awareness, Bumblebee stirs at the sound of voices. One of them at least familiar. Head turning, he’s almost surprised to see you jogging to keep up with Wheeljack’s much longer strides. You’d actually gotten him help? He hasn’t really expected you to when he’d sent you in Wheeljack’s direction, so warmth spreads through him that he hasn’t been abandoned. Little face determined as you struggle to keep up as Wheeljack close the distance and kneels beside him. “Soundwave?” Wheeljack murmurs, so you’d filled him in. Grimacing as Wheeljack examines the damage with gentle servos, he groans when the other bot hooks an arm under him and hauls him to his peds. “Let’s get ya to the Malto’s. Don’t have the tools for this here.”

• Heart still racing as Wheeljack begins to lead Bumblebee away, you’re glad you could help. That you got to meet one of them even if it was only for a moment. And the yellow bot looks back at you, mouth opening as if to say something. Dragging Wheeljack to a stop, he stares at you with those blue optics. “Thank you,” he says after a moment of silence and you offer him a hesitant smile. Knowing no one’s going to believe that you met a Cybertronian, but not caring.

• You’re so small standing there in the trees just staring up at him. Just one little human, but you’d gone out of your way to get him help. Even after Wheeljack begins helping him walk, he feels those eyes on his back. Making him realize he’s likely never going to see you again and that bothers him. “What’s your name?” Head turning to ask, he hears Wheeljack vent at him. Knows the scientist wants to get him checked out and repaired, but this is important. Needs to know this.

• Surprised, you call out your name, arms wrapping around yourself as you’re left behind. Almost tempted to follow them. To not have the encounter be over so soon. But you resist and watch them go, disappearing into the trees until you only catch occasional flashes of yellow. And then he’s gone and you’re strangely sad about it. You’d done a good thing. The right thing. And no one will ever know and you’ll never see him again. That’s okay even as it makes you feel oddly empty to pretend it doesn’t bother you.

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[witchthewriter]

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐝

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

a/n: these ended up being a lot longer than I meant... I hope you enjoy it nontheless

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

✧˖°. 𝘽𝘼𝘾𝙆𝙂𝙍𝙊𝙐𝙉𝘿 ✧˖°.

The creatures were becoming more and more intune with life above ground. They knew who cared for who; even if it couldn't be admitted. By and by, they made situations where the pair would be forced to be close to each other...Matchmaking, if you will. Get people to care for one another made the hunt, much more fun...

𝑩𝒐𝒚𝒅 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

Ever the gentleman, his first instinct is to let you have the bed.

Is it big enough for two people? Yes.

Tight squeeze...also yes.

So you couldn't lie, you felt a twang of annoyance...the feelings you had for Boyd were long standing. Was this not a perfect set up? It goddamn was and you weren't going to let it slip through your fingers.

"Oh god, Sheriff, get up."

"Told you to call me Boyd."

"I'll call you Boyd when you get up off the floor..."

It was silent for a few moments before Boyd groaned nad huffed; acting as if this was the most terrible thing to have happened.

Truth be told, Boyd would rather sleep on the floor, or lean against the wall, or even sit in a chair.

His reluctance has nothing to do with you and everything to do with him.

Sure enough, he groaned and stood up. With hands on his hips, and a half smile, he pointedly looked at you.

"You don't have to sleep on the floor, Boyd."

Slightly shaking his head, he runs a hand through his hair and sits at the end of the bed.

"You sure this is okay?" He doesn't look at you when he asks.

And you don't look at him when you reply, "yes."

So, he slips off his boots, undoes his belt and unbuttons a few from his shirt. Not all the way though.

While he's doing this, you've already gotten comfortable and wriggled over to make space for him.

Turning around, you swore you could see him blush. It gave you a bit of hope. Maybe his feelings were similar to yours?

"I just have to say Boyd, if you snore; I just might push you the bed." You say it with a smile.

With a slight grumble, he replies, “Wouldn’t be the worst thing I’ve gone through—if it’s you.”

Heart fluttering, a blush creeps from your neck, up to your face and blossoms on your cheeks.

"Yeah well, you make this seem a little less horrible as well..."

It's quiet as you both get comfortable in the small bed. There's limited blankets on this Winter's night, the cold air drafting through the small slits in the timber.

Boyd took an embarrassingly long time deciding where to put his arms, how far away to lie, and whether it’s even appropriate to breathe too loudly.

You could almost hear the wheels in his head turning.

For a while, he laid completely straight on his back, arms crossed over his chest. But as the night went on, you both couldn't help the chill.

It took about an hour but with each moment, you both started to work your way closer to one another.

The body heat felt like heaven.

No words were exchanged, but both of you understood. His arm moved and wrapped around you. You sighed in relief.

"Is this okay?"

"Yeah, yes, thank you."

You allowed yourself to be held by the Sheriff, his musky scent was overwhelming in the best way. It was intoxicating. He was intoxicating.

You dreaded when he had to let go.

𝑫𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

True to fashion, Donna wouldn't listen to anything you had to say. You were having the bed, and it was fine. You didn't want to be selfish, but her stubborn nature was bull-like.

"There’s one bed. We’ve dealt with worse, haven’t we? We’ll make it work." Donna's words were said with an undercurrent of kindness. You knew you were safe. Donna always made you feel that way.

But you loved pushing her buttons, and teasing her was one of your favourite passtimes.

"Finally, I can get you alone," you winked at her and she shook her head.

"You'll be the death of me," she mumbled - not really wanting you to hear. But you did anyway.

You watched as she assessed the situation. Made sure you didn't have any injuries, and practically put you to bed.

"You'll need your sleep," she said, and then so carefully she raised her hand and stroked your cheek.

"You’re safe. I promise."

Your heart clenched, Donna must know what she's doing. Was this her way of teasing?

The night was easy, she made it so.

Speaking softly, whenever there was silence it was comfortable. Donna let you get as close to her as you pleased; she said it was the cold, and the blankets weren't warm enough.

Donna smelled of soil, of the earth; from her gardening but maybe it was because she was down to earth. Logical. Pragmatic.

God you knew this night would make you love her more.

And yet, while she wouldn’t say it outright, the night left an impact on Donna too. She'd feel closer to you - having shared something with you that no one else had.

𝑲𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒚 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

Once the door was closed, both of you shrugged against it. The day had been long and tiresome. You were lucky to find a place to shelter.

Sighing, you moved from the door and walked toward the lone bed.

Kenny stood there awkwardly by the door, glancing at the bed before looking at you with shy smile.

"Uh… I can take the floor. You should get the bed. You’ve had a tough day."

"Oh stop. We've both had a shit day."

Kenny nods but still wants to be a gentlemen. He doesn’t want to impose. He feels protective, but doesn’t want to seem pushy. As if he could ever come off that way.

You shake your head with a smile, knowing that Kenny would rather hurt himself before making someone he cares about uncomfortable.

At first, Kenny lies on the edge of the bed, determined to stay in his own space. He barely moves, afraid of accidentally brushing against you.

"Kenny, you're just making this more weird."

"Oh, okay."

"Just get closer."

He does as you say. Even letting you grab his arm and wrap it around you, making yourself the little spoon.

Surely now he would have to realise you like him, right?

𝑱𝒂𝒅𝒆 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

With all his genius-ness, he can be quite stupid really. Not picking up on the signs that you were trying to give him.

So you gave up on it. Maybe he did know but didn't see you the way you did him.

Until one night when everything turned into chaos. And the only thing on Jade's mind was making sure you were safe. Not that you knew any of that.

You two ended up in a tiny, cabin. One bed. One blanket, one goddamn pillow.

"Well, this is going to be cozy, isn't it?" You rubbed at your cheek and tried your hardest not to look at Jade. You were too tired to hear a quip. But a quip isn't what you heard.

"I won't lie. At least this is happening with you."

Jade's comment shocked you. He had never given you a compliment, let alone one like this.

Despite his bravado, Jade did have moments where he let you see a softer side of him. But he never ... became soft for you.

You didn't expect Jade to sleep anywhere else beside the bed - and he didn't think of it either.

Later in the night, when you playfully brought it up, he looked affronted.

"It's dusty down there!"

The barely double bed had been pushed up against the far wall. You had gotten in first, and Jade's large form followed suit.

You both lay on your backs'. Arms covering your own chests. Yet, your legs were closer than they should be. Touching, but neither one of you wanted to move.

Jade's voice spoke into the darkness.

"Alright, ground rules. Stay on your side, and we’ll get through this. No funny business." (Mostly trying to convince himself.)

You couldn't help but laugh.

"Don't worry Herrera. I'm not going to ravish you. Not here. Not my style."

You got one of Jade's pure laughs from that comment. And it sent your heart leaping. No one gets to hear his real, belly laugh.

You can't help but blush.

"Not my style either-" Jade lowered his voice "-but one day I might show you exactly what my style is."

𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒍𝒍 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

The feelings you had for each other were hidden.

Well, to each other...

Everyone else knew good and well that you two wanted one another but neither of you were game enough to say anything.

It was normal for you to spend time with Randall, you'd saved each other a few times - it was like currency here.

Today you had decided to take a walk around the woods. There wasn't much to do but you didn't care; you just liked being around Randall.

But something felt off. Well, more...off.

Randall had grabbed your arm and then they came. The creatures. It wasn't even dark, but they seemingly appeared out of nowhere.

With a smile still on their inhuman faces, they chased you to a small cabin that neither of you had seen before.

You both rushed inside, Randall opening the door and making you go first - he would never let those creatures get to you.

But once the realisation of the situation hit you both. You nearly stopped breathing.

A Talisman.

...was hanging on the wall next to the door...

You both looked at each other with astonishment.

"Fuck is this doing here?"

"Dunno, but I'm glad it is."

Looking around the small shelter, you noticed the one bed and sparse blankets. It was going to get cold tonight, there was no other choice then to get physically close. Scientifically and logically speaking.

Randall coughed, almost as if he was reading your thoughts.

He didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable, so he gives you an uncharacteristically kind offer—but in his gruff, Randall way.

"I’ll take the floor. But don’t expect me to be in a good mood tomorrow."

You huffed a laugh, and looked over at him. Randall was crouched down. He looked up at you in that moment and gave you a slight smile.

"When are you ever in a good mood, Randall?"

Whenever I'm with you. But those words wouldn't leave his lips. At least not tonight.

"C'mon, get in the bed," Randall looked at you and went red. "No I mean, you know-"

"Oh I will," you said in the most overly-seductive voice you could muster. "Only if you join me."

As the night goes on, and the room grows colder, Randall pulls you to him. You know he's asleep, and you let him. You've wanted this so badly, and for so long.

Randall's arms pull you against his chest. Fingers gripping onto your shirt, face against your hair.

You feel as if you could explode.

Slowly, you let your body relax into him. The cold was no longer a problem. But every now and then a twig would snap outside or whispering could be heard.

You clutched Randall tighter.

"It's okay. We're safe. You're safe," he whispers. And you could have jumped from the shock - you thought the asshole was asleep!

𝑬𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒔 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

He had told you to take the bed.

You rolled your eyes, kicked off your shoes and made a big show of how comfortable the bed was. Even though it wasn't in the slightest.

"Wow, I don't think I've been this comfortable since ... ever!"

"Oh, since ever - really?"

"Uh huh."

You wriggled and pulled the blankets up to your chin. Musty but dry, you looked at Ellis with raised eyebrows.

Leaning against the wall, with his arms crossed and a smirk on his face, you knew he knew what you were doing.

"Guess I'll just have this all to myself then...unless..."

"Oh, unless?"

"Unless there was also another weary traveller that needed somewhere warm and comfortable to lay for the night." You shrugged and threw back the blankets - an invitation for him to join you.

Ellis snorted, he always found you hilarious; it's one of the reasons why he has such big feelings for you. You just make him laugh. You lighten the load.

"Well, how could I not?" Slipping his shoes off and throwing the blankets over himself, he was shocked at how uncomfortable the bed was.

"You are a brilliant liar, you know that?" Ellis whispered, facing you.

"Well I wasn't going to let the Sheriff's son sleep on the cold floor during Winter," you whispered back.

"How chivalrous you are," his voice was low and gravelly.

Ellis looked at you with his perfect face, his stupid stupid perfect handsome face.

[akutasoda]

you're hurting much more than yourself

prompt - resolutions

including - kinich

warnings - gn!reader, fluff, angst w/ comfort, small mentions of injuries, wc - 1.3k

a/n: req by another lovely anon :) -> "haii!!! for your new year's event can you do kinich - "resolutions"? (ofc it's up to you how the plot goes but i was thinking a twist on resolutions - like resolving a conflict/argument that happened? again, always your choice and thank you sm if you plan to do this one!)"

new years often meant a fresh start to most. a time to start pushing aside old habits, to stop dwelling on insignificant things and look towards a better future.

so why couldn't kinich do the same?

mualani had once introduced him to you and at first, you two had gotten along well - much to mualani's delight. to any onlookers of your blossoming friendship, it would seem as though it would only bloom into a strong one destined to stand the test of time.

and it felt like that. kinich never failed to make you smile, not even failing to simply make you feel happy constantly in his presence. for him, you had a similar effect on him.

around you, kinich was always more friendly and open. constantly showing a more sentimental demeanor often accompanied by a very clear display of positive emotions.

even around kinich, you found ajaw's constant presence more tolerable. namely as kinich soon began finding ways to distract ajaw when you were around so he could be selfish and have the time with you spent completely just with you.

however, unfortunately, there was a turning point.

a sudden unprecedented shift in kinich's behaviour towards you and only you. quickly, he became reduced back down to a silent almost standoffish nature around you, treating you as though you were a stranger.

it hurt you deeply. especially since up to this point you two had been rather close up to that point and it didn't help that it happened way too quick for you to even process what had caused his sudden shift in behaviour.

but whenever you tried to figure out what was wrong, kinich seemed to push you impossibly further away. eventually you stopped trying as it was clear you weren't going to get anywhere with him anymore.

so for the last year, you two had been even more distant than strangers.

for some reason kinich couldn't move on and push everything aside. most of him was practically screaming for him to use the new approaching year as a means to forget and move on - hopefully rebuilding his relationship with you at the same time.

but he couldn't bring himself to.

while you were left clueless as to his reasoning behind his change in behaviour, kinich was ever so painfully aware of such reasoning. and he would admit that it was due to nobody's fault but his own.

it was all down to an accident that was due to his negligence - yet it was a minor one in your opinion, so you wouldn't have guessed that it was the reason behind kinich's distancing.

not too long after you and kinich became well acquainted, you had a rather unexpected, quite aggressive, encounter with a saurian. normally they were docile but this one was aggravated for some reason and you were in the wrong place at the wrong time.

kinich himself was accompanying you and had left for a couple minutes. although, it was longer than he anticipated and so he had returned to find you being attacked by a saurian.

being a skilled saurian hunter, kinich was easily able to diffuse the situation and you were fortunate to of sustained minor injuries - the shock getting to you more. but that didn't matter to kinich. the only thing that mattered to him was the fact that he wasn't there to prevent it in the first place.

while he was thankful that it wasn't anything major, you still got injured and it was due to his negligence. even as you thanked him and started talking about how unexpected it was, practically laughing it off, there was something that was making kinich not be able to forgive himself.

it wasn't his fault yet it felt that way to him. to kinich, you were one of his closest friends, if not, the closest. he would never even think about causing harm to you and so failing to protect you from the very things he hunted felt like he'd personally hurt you.

and kinich believed that all things come at a cost.

so he self imposed the cost on himself to compensate for the grief from the pain he caused you. and that cost was distancing himself from you.

if he couldn't even protect you from a small incident, then he feared what over potential misfortunes might befall you that he still wouldn't be able to help you in.

some may say he was overthinking. but to kinich, he wasn't. and ever since, kinich had kept his distance.

but the longer it went on, the more it felt like torture. by this point, kinich desperately wanted to push aside his wallowing but he couldn't bring himself too - it has hurt him even more to watch you stop trying to find out what was wrong and finally mimic his behaviour.

and as the new year was approaching, kinich thought he could finally push aside all his problems, come clean to you and hopefully be back on good terms. although he wouldn't exactly blame you if you didn't want to be friends with him again.

he desperately craved your presence however. he missed everything about you that made him ever so content in life. even you simply being in his vicinity was enough to make his heart beat faster, for his gaze to automatically draw itself to you and to simply feel happier.

so even if kinich didn't think he could, he would desperately try and push past his wallowing and gain closure. he would try for you.

and plus, ajaw was getting increasingly annoying with his constant whining for you to come back - not that kinich didn't want you back as well.

so he managed to meet with you, on new years eve - he appreciated the willingness you showed to meet with him despite how horrid he had treated you for the last year.

it was awkward at first, although that could be expected on both sides, but it wasn't too long for the main question to be thrown out there by you.

“why did you distance yourself so suddenly?”

kinich sucked in a harsh breath before stammering to start his explanation, eventually biting his doubts and overcrowding thoughts, finally coming clean.

once he had started his explanation, it felt as though it would never stop. everything was becoming crystal clear in your mind and even kinich was feeling a great weight being lifted from his weight and conscious.

when he finally got it all out in the open, he suddenly felt exposed. as though he was suddenly awakening to the idea that his reasoning was insignificant and he caused you all that pain for nothing-

but you didn't care. you were simply content with the fact that kinich was finally telling you what weighed heavy on his mind all this time.

almost immediately, you stepped forward and brought him into a hug. it was short but it was a sign that you two were finally alright again.

that, next year, you two could go back to the relationship you had - the very same one that both of you realised neither could live without.

[lewmagoo]

what a year it's been! sappy rant under the cut

i'll be completely honest, it wasn't the easiest. i started off the year coming to the realization that the job i had been dreaming about for the better part of a decade was actually not what i wanted, and after experiencing two years of being horrifically miserable, i finally made the decision to walk away from that job, and every single day i am grateful that i did. best decision i ever made.

i experienced a lot of loss this year. my stubborn, sweet, insufferable, lovable little beast, dash, had to be put down in the summer. he was very elderly, so it was his time, but it was hard to say goodbye to the little pup. he was part of my life for fifteen years. a few months after that, my precious grandmother fell ill, and after two months of me, my mom, and my aunts all taking care of her, she passed away. she was the most wonderful person i’ve ever known, which is not an exaggeration. i miss her every day, but i know she’s no longer suffering, and that’s what brings me comfort.

i experienced a lot of firsts this year as well. in the summer, i went on my first solo vacation. it was such a healing experience and i’m so glad i did it. it was the perfect way to come back to myself after a very traumatic few years. i also went to my first concert, which may not seem like a big deal but i was raised in a very fundamentalist, christian environment and was not allowed to do many things. going to concerts was one of those things. this year was really the first year i spread my wings and came into my own, and part of that was booking tickets to see atta boy live. through that, i got to meet sweet lewis, and i am so incredibly thankful for that opportunity. i wouldn’t trade it for the world. i also got to meet some of the tumblr girlies, which was a plus! love y’all!

i am so glad to have found this little community. it is filled with some of the kindest people i know. thank you all for engaging with my writing, allowing me to befriend you, letting me bounce ideas back and forth, sending me encouraging messages, so on and so forth. i’m eager to see what 2025 will bring, for this little community, and for mr. magoo himself! sending so much love to all of you. i hope each of you have a fantastic year filled with so much joy and good fortune. may all your wishes come true.

love,

leah

tagging some beloved mutuals, just to say i love y’all 💖

@peachystenbrough thanks for putting up with all my ramblings in the dms

@withahappyrefrain i love bouncing thoughts back and forth with you! you just get it

@delopsia meeting you was such a pleasure! so glad we got to hang out and meet our favorite lil guy together

@likearolloftape you are such a delight to talk to! i’m so glad we’ve gotten to interact a lot more these last few weeks

@sebsxphia any interaction i have with you is always such a treasure

@fragilefearnie you are so sweet and hilarious, i loved hearing your story about meeting lew 🤭

@fairyheart you are always so supportive and i enjoy interacting with you! your tags are always so relatable too, hehe

@versipellesh thank you for always liking my posts and showing your support! it means more to me than you know

@floydsmuse you are so sweet and i love seeing you on my dash. what a joy it is to share this space with you!

i could mention so many more of you, but tumblr will slap me with a tag limit. so, to the rest of you, happy new year! i hope it’s a good one.

[witchygagirlwrites]

Broken Bonds-Part 20

Former(ish) Greg "Mouse" Gerwitz x Reader, Jay Halstead x Reader

Mouse hits stateside

Warnings: the usual

You could feel Jay’s fingers tracing the scar that was on your left shoulder blade, under the strap of the tank top you’d worn to sleep in. Your back was turned to him as you watched the sun begin to peek through the small slit where you hadn’t pulled the curtain close all the way the night before after watching the storm that was raging up until you dozed off. He knew you were awake, you didn’t have to say anything. The two of you hadn’t really said too much the night before when you’d gotten off work to meet Stella who’d let herself into your place with Addy. 

You originally chalked it up to dodging the storm along with the exhaustion from having closed the most recent case.  The longer the silence stretched on the more you worried that maybe it had less to do with that and more to do with the date. 

Adeline was six months old today. She was a gorgeous little baby with a head full of dark curls, she recognized your voice and Jay’s out of a crowd. She would babble whenever she heard Stella get nearby and try to steal Will’s stethoscope.  She had already gotten a handle on sitting up on her own, was beginning to show early signs of trying to figure crawling out and knew she had every member of intelligence, the sergeant included wrapped around her little finger.

You wanted to break the silence, to say something but you felt like if you did he may take it as you being too eager to see Mouse. You were in an impossible position yet again. You wanted to take Addy and make an excuse to go hide at Stella and Kelly’s for the next week but you couldn’t very well do that for a mile long list of reasons either. You couldn’t hide her away from Jay nor could you be a coward and hide away from Mouse. You had no choice but to dig your heels in and face whatever was to come, even if it terrified you. 

“Addy’s six months old” Jay spoke, his voice just barely above a whisper. You nodded “It won’t be long and we’ll be planning a first birthday party” his lips graced across your shoulder gently “I’m go grab a shower” “Want company?” you asked, turning to glance across your shoulder at him but about that time Addy started babbling across the monitor. “Or I’ll go get baby girl some breakfast and start the coffee” you laughed. He smiled and pressed a kiss to your lips “I love you” “I love you too Jay”

You had just finished letting Addy pick at some cheerios and mushed pieces of banana when you heard the bedroom door open and cut your eyes up to see Jay walk out. He was already fully dressed. You’d expected him to just be in jeans like he would normally wear around your place until after you showered and were ready to go. 

“Do you want to get her dressed while I shower?” you asked and he nodded, moving to pick her up from the highchair “C’mon little miss. Let’s get you dressed while your mama gets a shower” he walked past you with her and you expected him to at least press a kiss to your temple but he didn’t even look your way. You felt your heart fall a little. He was shutting you out.

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Once you were out of the shower and dressed you gathered what you needed for the day and headed out to the living room where Jay was talking to someone on the phone while Addy tried to pull his pendant off his neck. You watched him grin at her every time she reached for the pendant and couldn’t help but smile yourself. The love he’d always had for her was so damn pure and whole it made your heart flip. 

He cut his eyes at you when he realized he had an audience and winked at you before walking around with Addy to finish the call while you grabbed a travel mug off coffee. Once he hung up you raised an eyebrow “Ready to go?” he nodded “Let’s drop her off then we’ll head in”

He walked over to you and stopped to press a kiss to your temple before passing Addy over. You smiled up at him “Are you ok Jay?” he’d been acting just enough off to worry you. He nodded “Yeah baby, I’m ok”

Just remember if I’m needed just text 911. I’ll come no matter what you smiled at the text from Stella. Of course she’d already be checking on you even though his plane wasn’t due until four. You knew she meant it, she’d back you no matter what. Even when you knew you were in the wrong she’d argue you were in the right and would bring Kelly to back her up if he was needed.

You hoped a rescue wouldn’t be needed. The plan was for Kevin to join you, Jay and Mouse for dinner. It was a public setting, Kevin was a calming presence at least, and Addy would be there. You definitely weren’t wanting to invite Hank so you could hide behind him if things got too awkward, definitely not.

You just had to get through the day with your head intact. A part of you almost hoped a case rolled in so you had an excuse to work late. You were at your desk, going over statements that needed to be filed. Trudy had gotten onto Hank about back paperwork not being done which in turn meant he’d gotten into all of your asses.

“Lil mama” you rolled your head to the side to look at Kevin “Yes dear?” “What time do I need to be there?” you scrubbed a hand down your face “Um six?” he nodded “You got it” you shot him a small smile “I don’t know what I’d do without you. I couldn’t invite Stel and Kelly because that looks too much like I’m just stacking our side” he nodded “It’s cool. You know I like Mouse” 

The two of you were over in your corner, there was a reason why you two picked the desks you did. They were a little more private. You two could talk without everyone hearing. He knew you were worried but you knew he wouldn’t push. You raised an eyebrow “Stella told you to stick to me like glue didn’t she?” “Oh yeah, she threatened me too” he teased with a grin. 

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Hank walked to his office door and called Jay’s name which made you look up. You watched Jay walk across the room then turned your eyes back to your computer. You still had six more statements to get filed. Even Adam was working on back paperwork, trying to appease Hank and Trudy.

You finished inputting two more statements before Jay came out of Hank’s office and told Hailey they had to go talk to one of Hank’s C.I.s

Did a case come in you didn’t know about? You raised an eyebrow at Hailey and she shrugged slightly, so Jay wouldn’t see you two clearly communicating about him in front of him. Jay tapped on your desk “Want some coffee on the way back sweetheart?” 

That was the most he’d talked to you so you smiled“Yes, please” he nodded then pointed at Kevin “What about you Kev?” “Yeah man, thanks” 

Him and Hailey grabbed everyone’s orders then headed out. Kim looked up at you and mouthed “You good?” you nodded and turned back to your computer. You were fine. Everything would be fine.

Why did it seem any time you craved something rolling into intelligence nothing ever came? The one freaking day something, anything would’ve been welcomed was silence. No robbery, drug bust, murder,nothing.  No you weren’t hoping for crimes but for god’s sake it was Chicago, something was going down somewhere. 

You ended up going down to the front desk to help Trudy around two just to not have to sit in the bullpen any longer. She’d welcomed the help and Hank had been ok with it because it wasn’t like someone couldn’t yell down the stairs for you if you were needed. You just couldn’t stand your friends looking between you and Jay like they were watching a tennis match, waiting for someone to get hit with a ball. 

You knew it had to be awkward for them as well. They’d all been friends with Mouse, knew him. Now they were aunts and uncles to yours and Jay’s child with Mouse coming home. You had to eat those emotions brewing. Addy fed into your feelings too much. You had to maintain, that was a big motivation for inviting Kev. He was a rock for you when Stella couldn’t be there.

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“So, is Addy crawling yet?” Trudy asked and you cut your eyes up from the filing cabinet. “Not yet but I have a feeling it won’t be long” She laughed lightly “Help us all when she starts walking” you shook your head “Help the poor kids when she starts school. She’s gonna have mine and Jay’s temper combined”

Her eyes widened “At least we know people for favors to get her out of jail?” you busted out laughing “Oh lord, my daughter..the little troublemaker” she shrugged “You nor Jay were very level headed before having her” you laughed “We still have our moments of not being level headed they just come less nowadays”

When it was time to leave the district, you found yourself hesitating at the door. Today this place was a sanctuary. The moment you stepped out, what was coming would be concreted. You would have to face it all. You took a deep breath and headed out to your jeep.

Jay was talking to Adam in the parking lot and looked up when he heard your jeep unlock. He said something to Adam then walked over to you. “Hey baby. Are you gonna pick up Addy?” you nodded “I’m gonna get her then head home and change”  he smiled slightly “Ok, I’m gonna head home and get changed. He texted me when his plane landed. Ortez was with him. From what he said he’s just getting a hotel room for the week”

“Ok. Are you riding with me to the restaurant or are you meeting me?” he rolled his bottom lip between his teeth and you knew that meant he was nervous. “I’m gonna meet you and Kev” “Ok” you agreed and he leaned down to press a soft kiss to your lips “I love you Y/N, you know that right?” you felt your eyebrow scrunch in confusion “Yeah Jay? I know and I love you too. What’s wrong?” he shook his head “I just wanted to tell you that” he smiled then kissed you again before heading for his truck.

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You found yourself just sitting in the middle of your bed wearing jeans,boots and a bra,talking to Addy who was sitting next to you, holding your brush and babbling.  “Daddy is being silly with mommy” you weren’t exactly telling her what was going on but you were saying a little out loud just to get it out of your head. You ran your hand over her hair and she started babbling harder, making a mmm sound. You and Jay were in a competition over mama and dada being first. You pretty much expected dada to be first but she could surprise you right?

“Ok, mommy has to get dressed so we can go meet daddy and uncle Kev and one of mommy and daddy’s friends” she dropped the brush and blew a raspberry at that which made you laugh. “That right baby?” you asked, shaking your head and reaching for the top you’d picked out.

Mouse sat in the rental car outside of the restaurant he was supposed to meet you, Jay and Kevin at. He was fairly certain that was your jeep two cars down and Jay’s truck next to it. He could do this. He could face you, could face Jay. He could swallow everything just to make sure you were happy because that was what mattered to him. He never stopped loving you, probably never would but he also wouldn’t intrude on your life. He just couldn’t not see you.

He had to face this because if he couldn’t face the present, the past..the fact that he’d lost you..lost the two of you together..it would haunt him.He took a deep breath and got out of the car, locking it behind him and pocketing the keys. He could do this.

You, Jay and Kevin had chosen a rounded booth in the corner of the restaurant. Put three detectives and a soldier coming back from an active war zone together and no one wants to sit with their back to the open. You were trying so hard to remain calm. Jay and Kevin were talking about the latest Blackhawks game. 

Addy started to wiggle around in your lap so you scooted out of the booth with her to stand up. “Is she ok?” Jay asked and you nodded “I think it’s just normally if we go out to eat we have a big enough group she can play hot potato with arms. Now it’s just us”

He smiled slightly “She’s probably missing Stella” you laughed “I’m sure she is. Aunt Stella spoils this little thing like crazy” Kevin shook his head and stood up next holding his hands out “Give me my niece. Stella aint the only one she loves” you passed Addy to him and she calmed down, grabbing a tiny fistful of his shirt.

You raised an eyebrow “I take it back, they all have her freaking spoiled” you ran a hand down her back with a smile as you looked around the restaurant. You felt your heart freeze in your chest when your eyes locked onto an achingly familiar pair of blue eyes. 

Mouse stood about six feet away from all of you. His shoulders were broader than you remembered, biceps straining against the material of the shirt he wore, scruff covering his jaw and his hair was longer than you’d ever seen it but it suited him. You felt like you were glued to the spot, staring at him. Your first instinct even after everything was to run to him, throw yourself into his arms but he wasn’t yours anymore was he? Your heart was aching just seeing him this close and knowing just how much distance was truly there and how much more distance would be there soon. 

You finally managed to force air into your lungs “Hey Greg” Jay's eyes shot up when you spoke and Kevin’s head whipped toward where you were looking. 

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Mouse hadn’t meant to freeze when he saw you. He really hadn’t known what he’d do but the moment he looked up and locked eyes with you any thought left him. You were smiling at your daughter, running a hand down her back. You looked so natural being a mother it made his heart flip. It suited you. You looked good, happy, healthy. “Hey Greg” the moment you spoke he had to work to not close his eyes at the sound of you saying his name. Fuck he’d missed you.

He saw Jay look his way and Kevin who was holding Addy in his arms. “Hey Y/N” he didn’t want to call you sweetheart in person, he felt like he didn’t have the right. 

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Kevin passed Addy back to you before greeting Mouse. You watched the two of them hug and bit your cheek to not smile as big as you wanted to. He was stateside in one piece, this was all you’d wanted since he left. Jay slid out of the booth and cut his eyes at you before greeting Mouse, they patted each other’s shoulders when they hugged.

You swallowed hard when both sets of their eyes landed on you. You slipped one arm around his neck to pull him down into a hug. “Welcome home” “Thank you” he whispered into your neck and you had to bite back tears. Fuck, why did he have to still own so much of your heart? Why did this have to be so hard?

You pulled back from him and smiled “Greg, I’d like you to meet Adeline Halstead..Addy this is Greg” he looked towards Jay who smiled slightly “Go ahead man” Mouse reached a hand out to touch Addy’s hand and she grabbed it, babbling brightly “Hey Addy. I’ve heard so much about you.You can call me Mouse though” she babbled along as if she understood every word he said.

You glanced towards Kevin who put a hand on your shoulder as a means of comfort. You were fighting so hard to keep your emotions in check but he was in front of you, there was so much you wanted to say and now that you had the chance you didn’t have the words. You cleared your throat “Um, let’s sit down”

You moved into the booth and somehow ended up between Mouse and Jay. The symbolism of that did not escape you one bit. Instead of focusing on either of them, you kept your eyes on Addy.  She booped your nose twice and Kevin laughed each time. You could do this.

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“Any idea where you’re gonna end up?” Kevin asked Mouse while all of you picked at your desserts. You ordered coffee cake just to have something in front of you. Mouse shrugged “Between here or D.C.” Jay cut his eyes up “Georgia out the running?” Mouse laughed “It gets too hot. I’ve had enough heat for a while”

“Here you’d probably end up working with us some” Kevin offered and a silence fell over the table thick enough you could’ve sliced it with a knife if Addy hadn’t started babbling. “I’m gonna go change her” you announced so Jay slid out to let you stand and passed you the diaper bag from under the table. You shot Kevin a look that was clearly “Please don’t let there be blood” before heading towards the bathroom.

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“Addy is just perfect man” Mouse said after a moment, cutting his eyes at Jay who nodded “Wish I could take some credit but that’s all her mom”  the look in Jay’s eyes struck Mouse. He knew that look. That was how he looked at you. Jay was in love with you. Were you in love with Jay?  “You love her, don’t you?” he asked, feeling Kevin’s eyes on him but he had to know while you weren’t at the table.

Jay not meeting his eyes told him everything he needed to know. “I never meant for it to happen” He could feel his jaw clench, back teeth grinding slightly. He shouldn’t have come here. He shouldn’t have done any of this. Fuck, he was in love with you. You owned his heart and always would but he should’ve stayed away. He should’ve tried harder to move on. “Let her know I love her and wish her the best” he spoke low before sliding out of the booth.

“Mouse, wait man” Kevin tried and he shook his head “I can’t face her” “Don’t leave without telling her goodbye. She’ll think she did something wrong” Jay told him and he finally met Jay’s eyes “Does she love you?” Jay swallowed hard “She still loves you too man” he shook his head “She doesn’t deserve to be pulled in two directions. I won’t do that to her”

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About that time they spotted you and Addy walking back to the table. Your eyebrows scrunched up in confusion when you saw that both Mouse and Jay were standing up “What’s going on?”  “I gotta get going sweetheart” Mouse explained with a smile, cutting his eyes at Jay. He ran a hand over Addy’s curls “She’s perfect, just like her mommy”

You looked at Kevin who shrugged before saying “Ok. Am I going to see you any the rest of the week?” he nodded “Yeah, we’ll figure something out” then hugged you with one arm “Goodbye” he whispered then turned to walk away. “Bye” you called after him. You watched his back until it disappeared then looked from Jay to Kevin “What happened?”

Both of them shrugged “No clue partner” Kevin swore and Jay shrugged “Let’s get Addy home to bed” you nodded slowly “Ok”

We need to talk without her and Addy there. Man to man Jay reached out first to Mouse. Whether it was a good idea or bad idea he wasn’t sure but they needed to face this shit and deal with it or it would fester so the morning after the three of you and Kevin had dinner Jay met Mouse at the waterfront.

“You walked to talk,” Mouse told him as they stood facing each other. Jay sighed  “I never wanted to hurt you man” “Well guess what asshole, you did” Mouse replied with a shrug. Jay shook his head “Are you forgetting me and her both begged you to not leave? I told you it wasn’t the right decision, that you should stay here. Then when you decided to leave and she decided to support you she begged you to not break things off with her! Don’t fucking stand there and act like you have some high moral ground above me”

Mouse laughed humorlessly “Wow Jay, really? I don’t think you’ll ever let me forget how low my moral ground is to you. I know I fucked up! I know my decisions were my downfall, I fucking face up to that but can you not stop and admit it’s a little fucked that you not only took the woman I love, the love of my life to bed, got her pregnant, and had a baby with her but then fell in love with her?”

“And you can’t admit it never would’ve happened if you hadn’t been too damn stubborn to listen to anyone!” Jay bit back. “How many times did she fuck you then tell me she loved me? How many times did you get out of bed with her to talk to me? How can you not see how that fucks with my head slightly Jay? You and her have other people who matter to you! You have family, I had you two! That was it”

“You still have us!” Jay argued and Mouse shook his head “I can’t fucking look at you knowing that last night you went home and crawled between her legs” he saw Jay’s jaw clench at that “Greg, don’t” “It’s true man. I love her, she’s everything to me and I fucking love you. I could face you two sleeping together, shit happens. I could face the baby because I didn’t lie when I said Addy is perfect and deserves everything but how the hell do you expect me to see you with her and be ok with it?”

“And you don’t think it fucks with me knowing that even though she loves me she never fell out of love with you?” Jay bit back and a smirk slipped onto Mouse’s face “I’ll be damned. Is that a dent in your white knight armor Jay?” Jay swung and a punch connected solidly with Mouse’s jaw. He took a step back running a thumb along his lip to wipe some of the the blood away from where Jay’s knuckles tore flesh “Fuck you” he growled before throwing a punch of his own, the corner of Jay’s lip splitting as blood dripped down his chin Mouse laughed “Careful, might ruin your holier than thou act, even though I’m just a former druggie that would’ve died for you”

“We aren’t doing this” Jay said with a shake of his head. Mouse shrugged “Yeah well. You tell me what you want me to do here? Tell me Jay, please enlighten me because I want know”

Jay ran a hand down his face “I don’t know. I love her, she’s the mother of my child” Mouse nodded “Ok, so why bother talking to me? Just forget I’m in Chicago and let me go to Georgia for training in a week and forget you ever knew me” “BECAUSE SHE CAN’T” Jay yelled, two joggers looking their way at the outburst.

“You fucking hate me for sleeping with her, I get it. You were gone six months Greg.That undercover was hell itself. We barely made it out. We were falling apart, we needed each other. We never planned it and certainly didn’t plan Addy” “I don’t hate you anywhere as much as I hate myself Jay” 

Jay wouldn’t tell you what happened to his face but you weren’t an idiot.You’d caught and thrown enough punches to know what the results of one looked like. The question was who had hit him and why? Was it who your gut was telling you? And if it was, when did they confront each other?  You needed to see Mouse, he could never lie to you, even if he wanted to.

Part 21

@desimarie12

@allisonargent144

@nevaehstreater18

[sunny374940]

You are worth any danger, love

Sooo I may have made Emmrich suffer a bit. A lot. But there is a happy ending because I am a sucker for those. Without further ado, Emmrich gets caught up in a building collapse and almost dies.

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“Emmrich, move!” Rook was screaming at him, sounding so terrified, but there was no time, no way to get to safety fast enough. There was a deafening rumble, like the earth itself was opening up to swallow them whole and then… nothing but darkness. His ears were ringing, but there was no other sound, only the sort of deep silence to be found way down below the ground. In a grave, one could almost say.

Emmrich took a breath, desperately trying not to panic. He was lying on his back, sharp rocks digging into him, he couldn't see a thing and there was a scraping, creaking kind of pain in the right side of his chest that was getting worse with each breath. Broken ribs, then. At least he hadn't punctured a lung.

He felt wetness on his forehead, flowing slowly down onto his temple in a warm trickle, dripping on the ground to pool beneath him. The metallic smell was unmistakable. Blood. His own blood, to be precise, and the scent of it was sickening. He raised a hand to wipe it away and his fingers caught on torn skin right above his eye. He winced at the pain of it.

His breath was coming faster now, shallow and gasping, the pain in his chest getting worse and he could no longer draw breath at all, he was dying, this was the end! He was shaking, heart thundering in his chest and he covered his face in his hands, as if the action could make all the horror he was facing disappear. But as his hands touched his face, a feeling he hadn't yet gotten used to gave him pause. The ring on his left index finger. Still gleaming and new, the one that Rook gifted him but a week prior, presenting it with a shy smile, so sweet and always managing to surprise Emmrich. He ran trembling fingers over it, using it to ground himself. He wouldn't go down without a fight, he had to get to Rook.

He tried to get up, but his right leg was caught under something and he couldn't feel it much, which was probably a blessing. When he bent his left leg to maybe get some leverage and escape the weight pinning him down, he felt such a nauseating scrape of bone fragments in the middle of his shin, that he fell back with a strangled cry. He lay there for a moment, head spinning.

A broken tibia. Had it been his femur, he'd be well on the way to bleeding to death, though the blood loss was likely significant anyway, given the weakness that was spreading through his limbs. His body was going numb, mind following suit, thoughts scattering and he found himself strangely calm.

Was this what it was like for his parents? He had been told their deaths were quick, always wished dearly that it really was so, but would anyone tell a grieving child otherwise? Would they tell the little boy how his parents drew their last breaths, lying there in agony, hoping against hope that help would come?

And then it didn't.

Would help come for him? Where was Rook? He last caught a glimpse of him mere moments before the collapse, before an opponent's misfired spell brought destruction upon them. He was yelling at Emmrich to move, to get away, looking so scared that Emmrich's breath caught, and then the ceiling came crashing down and the darkness descended with it. Was he entombed somewhere below the rubble, much like himself? Was he dying too?

He felt himself drifting, slipping away and he didn't have much willpower left to defy the icy cold pull of oblivion.

Suddenly there was a clattering noise, cutting into the silence like a knife. And then another, louder, the rumble of something heavy moving very much against its will, stone scraping against stone with terrible urgency. Was the structure giving way completely to give him a final burial?

A pinprick of light he hadn't really noticed before caught his attention. It was getting bigger, the noises louder, it was overwhelming his senses after the horrible darkness and silence that had been his only companions until now.

“Fuck, Bellara, get some light in here!”

Was that Rook?

“On it!”

A brilliant explosion of light made him squeeze his eyes shut, turning his head away from the searing pain of it.

“Rook, he's here!” he heard Bellara yell. And then her voice fell into a whisper that sounded quite terrified. “Oh no, is he…” She didn't seem inclined to finish the sentence and Emmrich wondered idly just how bad he must have looked for her to consider him gone already.

There was a sound of running feet and then something collided with his shoulder, making him grunt in pain. It was Rook's hand, shaking him, and he was here, he was really here!

“You came for me,” Emmrich whispered, tears gathering in his eyes.

“What are you talking about, of course I came for you!”

Rook sounded almost angry and Emmrich would have apologized, but talking was an impossibility now. His eyelids grew heavy and there was no way he could keep his eyes open for much longer, he was so very tired, he wanted so badly to rest.

He stole one last glance at Rook’s face. He was saying something, his mouth was moving and there was a look of terrible fear in his wide eyes, but Emmrich could hear nothing but the ringing in his ears. He let the dark claim him.

When he came to himself again, there was a throbbing ache in his ribs. And his legs. And head. But it seemed that he had been at least partially healed when he was unconscious and he was lying on something soft, so that at least was a welcome change. A comforting weight was pinning his hand down and he finally managed to crack his eyes open to take in his surroundings.

There was a fire roaring in the fireplace, casting the room in a warm glow. He was in his bed, wearing one of Rook’s soft tunics, and the covers drawn over him were hiding the damage to his body from sight, though he wondered just how spectacular the bruising must look, given the amount of pain he was still in. And in the armchair next to the bed was Rook, asleep. He was holding onto Emmrich's hand with both of his and resting his cheek on their tangled hands, having leaned over from the chair to be as close to him as he could without causing him any more pain. The sight was endearing and Emmrich squeezed Rook's hand gently, anchoring himself in the familiar shape of his lover's palm.

Rook stirred, blinking up at him with bloodshot eyes. There was a moment where he seemed to be getting his bearings and then he was on the bed and hugging Emmrich close, burying his face in his shoulder, and Emmrich could feel wetness soaking into the fabric of the tunic.

It hurt. His ribs were screaming in agony, his head was pounding and he didn't want the moment to end.

“You're an idiot,” Rook mumbled against his shoulder, voice thick with tears.

This wasn't quite what he was expecting to hear and he turned his head to look at Rook, eyes narrowing just the slightest bit.

“I beg your pardon?”

“Of course I came for you, did you think I would leave you there to die?”

Oh. That. And just what was he supposed to say? That he would rather have died than have Rook hurt? That out of the two of them, he would always want Rook to be the one who survived? That he would never ask Rook to throw himself in harm’s way for him?

“Darling, I simply do not wish to have you come to harm running to my aid. I could never forgive myself if something happened to you.”

“You are worth any fucking danger and any fucking harm, you dumbass,” came the indignant answer. “I love you and you will deal with it,” Rook added in a tone that brokered absolutely no argument.

Emmrich found that he truly had nothing to say to that. Except the one thing he enjoyed saying so much.

“I love you too, dearest.”

[soukokuforthesoul]

it wasn’t hard to overpower chuuya. no matter his strength, he had an undeniable, and inevitable weakness: kindness. it got in the way of everything for chuuya. perhaps one of the highest things at fault for all of chuuya’s misfortunes was how easily he could forgive, how naïve he could be sometimes. it was beautiful, chuuya’s ability to still be so trusting in a world that only punished those who let down their guards. dazai was never like that.

his heart was made of stone, blooming the darkest obsidian as it failed to be anything but rock. he couldn’t be like chuuya—he was never considerate, always in his own world; anyone else was simply a pawn in his eyes. expendable, stupid, and essentially useless.

and yet, despite everything, there was something about chuuya that made dazai halt. chuuya, and his wide oasis eyes, his sunset colored hair, and his pure, sweet heart. somehow, some way, he made dazai hesitate. from when they first met, dazai disliked chuuya. because he could sense that, despite the stubborn behavior he displayed, chuuya would never succeed in this thing called life. not in the mafia, not in the sheep, not in the world. he was much too terribly out of place. he deserved a world that was as kind as him, yet he lived in one that would only ever repay him with pain. and that, in itself, was enough to make dazai freeze up.

whether he couldn’t believe someone like chuuya exist, or the simple fact that chuuya was truly this amazing, it had dazai unable to deal the finishing blow. he could not, if only in his mind, kill chuuya. eventually, he would need to. be it a mission or something entirely other. chuuya could not survive much longer in this world, and dazai wanted, more than anything, to be the one to kill him. yet, with each opportunity that held itself open, dazai hesitated. he backed away, turning a blind eye to the opening chuuya unknowingly held.

it was easy to hurt chuuya, it would be easy to kill him. as more of a fact than anything, dazai would always be stronger than chuuya. perhaps the redhead could make dazai bleed, but dazai was and would always be at an advantage, in the end. chuuya was weak in his heart, in his mind. whereas dazai’s heart was only a boulder in his chest—irritating, but easy to forget. and that made dazai so, so much stronger than chuuya. in this world, at least, chuuya would never win.

so, then, why did dazai still freeze? why was he tensing, right as his hands slotted perfectly around chuuya’s neck? all he had to do was squeeze. though not quite the physical match of chuuya, he still held considerable strength. it wouldn’t take too much, it required little effort, really. yet somehow, he was stuck. and chuuya only watched, his eyes refreshing as water, but dazed like the murky sides of a lake. he said nothing, and neither did dazai. the only sound was of their hearts. they thumped quietly, quickly, almost unsteadily.

and in the midst of it all, a single thought bounced through dazai’s head: he couldn’t do it. he couldn’t kill chuuya.

it wasn’t that he didn’t hate him. he’d channelled every bit of fury he’d felt for chuuya since the day they’d met, and it had gotten him as far as having chuuya in this position. holding him down so he could swiftly finally rid of the same man he’d done nothing but despise for years. but it had gotten him that far, and nowhere else. dazai was stuck. and chuuya had no intention to leave.

tracing the familiar crooks of chuuya’s face, dazai’s eyes trailed over the smooth skin. apparently even mafia work couldn’t dent chuuya’s near-perfect appearance. the usually screwed up face was slack, now, devoid of its usual frustration. it was strange to see anything but anger directed at dazai, especially from chuuya. it was unnerving.

dazai’s hold on chuuya’s throat loosened. he fully expected chuuya to escape then, given the chance. truthfully, chuuya could do it. but he lacked the will to. the want to. so he remained there, laying under dazai, his chest rising and falling with sharp breaths. he made no move to leave, nor did he make any acknowledgment that he noticed. the only difference was how he breathed more easily, more deeply. but it could’ve been an unconscious action—his body taking autopilot. it meant nothing when dazai had allowed a careless slip of his control.

nothing would pride chuuya more than getting the better of dazai. yet he didn’t take the chance when it finally came. and somehow, dazai had done exactly the same. he would’ve loved to take chuuya’s life—to allow him the freedom of leaving life behind him. right in front of him was the clear opportunity for him to do it. but he made no move to proceed.

they were both idiots in that way. idiocy wasn’t appreciated in either of their lines of work. neither was it welcomed in the world, in general. but still, they stood as the most idiotic of all.

dazai’s fingers trailed up, and up, and up, grazing chuuya’s jaw, his lips, his cheekbones. they rested on his face, cupping his cheeks as his thumbs brushed over chuuya’s eyelids. dazai leaned down, gaze fluttering, as his hair swept forward. the dark brown strands tickled chuuya’s face, and the man twitched, blinking slowly. a name was swept from dazai’s tongue, breathed against chuuya’s face. chuuya’s name, really. a stupid name, an idiotic name, because of the speaker—because of the bearer of the name. it was hard to tell why either did anything. why either existed. they could not correlate with one another without colliding in a crash, breaking each other down again and again and again.

hands fluttering off chuuya’s face like butterfly wings, dazai’s neck bent fully down. his forehead touched chuuya’s, and maroon locks mixed with orange. from their proximity, breath was shared and recycled, but went unnoticed. breathing was nothing but an instinct. and then—perhaps this was all an instinct. dazai stopping was an instinct. chuuya doing nothing was an instinct. it was all instinctive in the way they refused to harm each other.

chuuya held power over dazai. his own weakness became a weapon against the man with no weaknesses.

perhaps chuuya was at the mercy of the world, but dazai had fallen to the hands of this man all the same. it had been a terrible thing to hate chuuya, and it was a terrible thing to love.

[asexualbookbird]

I didn't complete my 24 in 2024 list, but that's okay. I read a lot of short books and that's okay. I tried something new and wrote a small blurb in a draft after finishing it, instead of cobbling together feelings from what I remembered throughout the month, and I liked that a lot. I'll continue to do that, it made this a lot easier. Officially gave up on Ga'Hoole, and don't feel guilty about it. There are better books in the world and I will find them. That is a threat.

The Screaming Stair Case by Jonathan Stroud ⭐⭐½ - I want to watch the tv show, and I always feel weird doing that before reading the book. I'm not sure what I was expecting but it wasn't another Jackaby. I will not delete my blog over it, but it was. Not great. Fine. Fun at times. Would be more fun if the author didn't hate fat people so much. A pet peeve of mine is when the main character is a girl but the series is named after the main boy in her life. Icky. Not the worst, but I'm not sure I want to continue the series. The audio narrator was Delightful.

The Shattering by Kathryn Lasky ⭐⭐ - GaHoole book five. I know I said at the start of the year I'd read what I owned, but I'm no longer having fun so this will be the last for me. I'd rather be reading Animorphs. The owls can't save it for me, I'm sorry. Still counting it towards my yearly list though.

I'm Afraid You've Got Dragons ⭐- by Peter S Beagle This was trying to be a T Kingfisher novel but couldn't figure out the right balance between humor and devastation and how it fits into a small amount of words. It tried to be a Terry Pratchett novel but couldn't figure out what satire was. Disappointing considering I was hyped for it when it was announced. Dragons eventually showed up, but it was too late for them to save it.

A Psalm for the Wildbuilt by Becky Chambers ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ - reread for book club! Still adore it! This time around I was able to pinpoint WHY I adored it! It's because I too feel Aimless and Without A Purpose. So. Ouchie. It's also helping me figure out what I want out of a "cosy" novel (or novella). Internal personal conflict! I would still do anything for Mosscap.

A Prayer for the Crown Shy by Becky Chambers ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ - reread for book club! Once again, Becky Chambers has flayed me open and picked apart my soul! Reading Monk & Robot is like sitting down and being given a cup of tea while I cry my heart out.

Sorcery of Thorns by Margaret Rogerson ⭐️⭐️⭐️ - "Is this what it means to lose someone? The pain never goes away, it just gets buried?" I think this ending hit me hard for different reasons than most people are going wild for. It was Fine. Not mad I read it, but don't see myself ever wanting to reread it. I like the idea of the library as a living thing and a character itself, but there were a few plot points that just seemed to be brushed aside.

Gideon the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ - I needed a safe tragedy I knew the end of and this did it. First time I actually shed tears over these words, but I needed it. It was fun to see and note the pieces that were laid out for later books, and I wonder, knowing some teasers we've gotten for Alecto, what TMuir means by Gideon wishing she could marry her sword.....

I don't have 2025 reading goals at this moment. Maybe that will change. It will probably change. I mean, there's the Usual, read the books I own, dangit, but that seems so. Boring. Typical. Everyone's doing that. Let me be ~Different~. I have a few fiber arts projects I'd like to do and finish, and I'd like to finish the sewing projects I started if only so I can pack all that up and put it away for a while. We're still hoping to move, so paring down my book collection is still an ongoing endeavor, and I do have a couple of art pieces I'd at the very least like to get sketched out. I want 2025 to be slow. I want 2025 to be quiet. I want 2025 to be kind. That's all I ask of it. Be kind.

[judiciously-ezekiel]

Ezekiel almost couldn't bear the look that crossed Pandora's face at his admission, yet he didn't look away; he couldn't look away. Not when he needed to come to terms with what he'd thought and done once upon a time. He could have been a better father, been faithful to his moniker that was bestowed once upon a time, yet he failed– watching his son, their boy, cross the line into dangerous territories of never being able to come back from his decisions. He watched as his wife relished her chaos up close and personally– feeding into the despair that her curse caused on the Princes as they scrambled to find purchase in the mortal realm that they didn't belong in. All because their King stole his daughter from them. His eyes closed the moment that Pandora's hand slipped onto his face, turning so he could press his lips onto her palm. He almost couldn't comprehend that even after all these years and distance, if something had happened to the witch... his Panny still loved him so much so that she couldn't bear living without him. "You are my light, my love. We've both done uncharacteristic things these past centuries, but nothing stopped me from believing deep down that we'd meet again. This life or the next, and nothing will ever change that." Zeke listened to his wife speak with such fondness in his heart that only beat for her, his hands squeezing hers between his gently. "You are my wife, my whole soul. If you believe me to be strong, then I believe that you, with all my heart, are not so far from who you were before this tragedy either. You may have ruled with a strong hand over the coven, but you also had compassion within you that was dimmed when our daughter perished, but it was not snuffed out completely." He thought back on the interactions that he'd had with most of the Princes, and Ezekiel knew that even if they were told that they would never return home regardless of their King, their powers were never given back... they wouldn't blame Pandora. Not one of them would blame her, but instead blame their King.

"There is a way to give them back their power, Pandora. We can break the curse," the words falling from his lips quietly, almost as if he were afraid he'd spook her with the idea, but with what he felt from her earlier when her secret came to light... Pandora was already thinking about it. She just needed an affirmation. "Our boy is on the cusp of losing himself completely, and while he might not like the Princes being redeemed... he needs to see that rage doesn't last. Anger only leads to despair and the wrong people being brought into the crosshairs. You are not severed from your mercy, my love, not with the sorrow you feel if the Princes never forgave you if they knew your truth." He held her hands firmly in his still, bringing her knuckles to his face to gently press his lips to them. "While I understand why you placed the curse onto the King as you did, hurting him by way of his children just as he hurt you... we can't let it go any longer. It's not hurting him; it's only hurting those boys just as he is hurting them now in their vulnerable state. They may have been complacent and let him hurt Celeste, but they were merely following the rules of their leader, their father. If there's one thing I know about you, I know that you've gotten close to Greed through all these years, regarding him so highly, and you know Wrath loved Celeste when we couldn't be around her... I know about the others." His gaze never left his wife's face as he began to list all of the information he'd been able to glean in a small amount of time. "Pride, who's trying so hard to stay away from his King's influence because he knows it's wrong, doesn't wish to hurt anyone he cares about any longer. Envy who's trying to do right by his Queen and protect his happiness while breathing hope back into us and Wrath. Lust, who's stolen away the object of his King's ire and left everything he's known behind to keep Azriel safe. Sloth came out of hiding to support Wrath, whose life was colored by the light of what their King said he was. Gluttony who had gone through imaginable pain and suffering just to keep his brother safe and defied his King for once in his life." A sadness washed over him again, knowing that without breaking the curse, the Princes would surely perish against their King. No matter what magical assistance the Firsts gave them. "Those boys deserve mercy. Even if there was no connection between you and Greed or Wrath and Celeste... they don't deserve to be served up to the King on a silver platter under the guise that they have a chance against him without their abilities. We cannot let them die, my love, or else we are no better than him. Let me help you break their curse."

Rhys was another problem she placed on the back burner for the time being, once the war reached an end and her daughter made the grand entrance she wished will take place, she would handle the teetering mind of her son. The coven's decimation meant starting from the ground up and her boy wasn't ready if he couldn't gain control of his temperament. Pandora never agreed with her husband's statement more than she did in that moment, yes, they both have changed drastically. A coven no longer rested at her feet, her children were not at her side, her husband once thrown to the streets and turned an outsider of his own family. She was spiteful, angry, and lacking all sense of direction with her choices. Pandora feared his reaction from the second it exited her lips. Fearing that, coming from a place of her own self-doubt and a repeat of the past, Ezekiel will give her the same look when he stood in their doorway on his way out. A mixture between mortification and absolute disgust. When neither emotion came from him now, Pan assumed she was imagining it through false hopes, but Zeke promised a fix to the problem and that assurance is all she needed. His gentle contact nearly brought the witch to her knees if she brushed aside the mutual secrets component of the ritual just to grant him access glancing at her the way he did. But no, his secret...the more her darling beloved revealed about the suffering he endured watching his entire family deteriorate, widened the hole in her heart created by Celeste's death that much larger. The centuries within Zeke's absence passed and with it, the memories of how happy the First Family once was fading each day. Losing their little girl meant losing the glue holding them all together. Arriving home from Hell to deliver the news quickly escalated an anger she soon directed at her husband in the midst of their grieving. She dragged down Rhys with the quest stitching together the curse and fed his rage. They were a team, an unstoppable force not even Ezekiel could slip in the middle of. His proclaiming love warmed her heart before the man's true secret shot an arrow straight through it. Pandora couldn't conceal the devastation along her expression, taking the moment to watch his binds untangle and rest in a heap at their bare feet. "My darling..." The sentence was all she can whisper in the moment, one hand reaching over to place against his chest and the other palm gently cupping the male's prominent jawline, "I know in all the ways I have hurt this family in my pursuit. We were grieving our daughter and separating my emotions for the sake of revenge was the only way I thought I could survive being without her. And I was so afraid that I would lose myself in the process that I lost sight of who I was doing it for. But losing you, Ezekiel, would have given me little choice but joining at your side." Pan dropped both of her hands to clasp his tightly, squeezing them to ground the married couple, "Your strength is the reason you are here today with me, it is the reason you have found growing close with the Princes. To give them the parent they deserve just as you were always meant to be. You may feel as if you have lost a grasp on our children, but you have never stopped being a father. Nothing will ever erase that, my dearest. You, Ezekiel, you are my strength, and I haven't once stopped loving you. The father of my children, my soul...my husband."

[chirpsythismorning]

When the interviewer asked when we should expect s5 to be coming out, that’s when Shawn mentioned that a little bit of an answer to that might be out there soon.

He actually mentions that this answer could be out by the time the video for this interview comes out, and since this interview was filmed mid-May and it’s now mid-June, I’m assuming we could be getting something soon or within the next couple months, potentially about a release date aka possibly a small teaser with 2025 stamped at the end…

[steviescrystals]

i seriously need to get a new job and start making money again asap bc i cannot keep living at home much longer it’s driving me insane

(wrote an entire essay in the tags without meaning to oops)

[missrosegold]

Looks like I just lost another close friend to guy who isn't worth a pile of dog shit. 😊

[exopelagic]

okay facing consequences of my actions

[dollfacefantasy]

MAKE HIM DO WHAT I SAY ♡

pairing: older bf!!logan howlett x fem!reader

summary: you and logan make a little bet. who can last longer without sex? as much as he wants to deny it, he's starting to think the answer might be you.

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, brief daddy kink (one mention)

a/n: a commission for my sweet @sleepyluxe who i love so very much <33 this fic takes place after the events of dofp when things are fixed.

Seven days. One week. A quarter of a month. That's how long it had been since Logan and you had fucked.

It was brutal. Some may say he's being dramatic, but that's because they've never had the luxury of you. They couldn't understand losing a paradise they've never experienced. The past several days he's felt like a man wandering through a barren desert, the oasis in sight but never close enough to drink from. Absolute torture.

Unfortunately, this situation came about because he couldn't keep his mouth shut.

You'd been getting some work done late last Sunday evening. Just a few plans for the upcoming school week. Your fingers punched away at your computer while Logan lay on the bed twirling a stray cigar between his fingers.

"How many more pages you got?" he asked, boosting his head up to glance at you.

At the sound of his voice, you spun your chair around to face him. "Not that many. Just finalizing a few details for the field trip they're taking the kids on next weekend," you said.

"You're not even going. Why're they making you do that?"

The fat stick of tobacco continued to glide between his digits. One of your legs crossed over the other as you watched him.

"I'm not going because I offered to do all the planning," you reminded him. 

Your eyes stayed on the tantalizing movements of his fingers.

"You know you can't smoke in here, so don't even think about it," you said.

He rolled his eyes and puffed air through his pursed lips as if that was an outrageous warning. Sitting up, he put the cigar back in the drawer on his side of the bed. He rose to his feet and began to cross the room in your direction.

"Maybe you should give me something else to do with my mouth then," he teased, his voice lowering to the octave that reverberated with want for you.

Then it was your turn to roll your eyes. You turned your chair back toward the desk and continued grazing your fingertips over the raised letters.

It didn't deter him though. He kept on in your direction, stopping only when he was directly behind the backing of your seat.

His hands landed on your shoulders, fingers massaging the tight muscles fanning out from your neck. He leaned forward so his head hovered beside yours. You could hear each breath he took. The smell of that cigar lingered around his form even if he hadn't lit up tonight.

"C'mon, babydoll. You've been working so hard. A little break won't hurt you," he murmured, lips pressing against your cheekbone.

"I have to have these done by tomorrow morning. Just give me a few minutes, and then I'll be done for the night and completely focused on you," you'd rebuffed him gently.

But that didn't satisfy Logan. When he wanted you, he got you. He proceeded with his tender touches and luring pecks. You remained focused on your work though. He figured he should vary his approach.

"Just let me make you feel good then, honey. Give you some extra motivation," he whispered. His dedicated hands drifted to your waist, squeezing in a way that teased the idea of lifting you up and putting you on his lap. As good as it would've felt to be full of him, you knew you had to get this done.

"You're so bad," you said with a smile, head falling back a little as his mouth moved to your neck, "You act like you haven't gotten any in decades."

"Is that your way of telling me you're getting tired of me?" he teased.

"No. I'm just saying you're insatiable. It's getting to the point where I don't think you could live without me," you responded with a tone matching his in arrogance.

His eyebrow raised, and he pulled back a little to laugh. "That so?"

"Mhm," you nodded. Your sweet eyes stared him down, begging him to disagree.

Looking back, he wishes he could travel through time again to slap any further words out of his mouth. He should've just agreed! Should've told you that you were absolutely right. That he can't live without you, can't survive this life if he doesn't get to slip inside of you at the end of each day. He should've waited the fifteen minutes it would've taken you to finish your paperwork and then gotten laid.

But he didn't do any of that. He had to keep going and dig himself into a deeper hole.

"Don't act so innocent, princess. You're just as bad as me," he'd said.

"No way," you'd huffed, smirking with amusement, "I want you a totally normal amount. You want me like every second of the day. If you could, I don't think you'd ever let me do anything. You'd probably keep me chained to the bed, yours for the taking at all times of the day.

"Like you wouldn't love that. I'm not the one pawing at you every morning, whining about how bad I need it," he taunted.

"Oh shut up, that's happened like a couple times. Every day you're right in my ear, feeling me up. You practically drag me away from what I'm doing when you wanna fuck," you fired back, "I am nowhere near as bad as you."

And then he'd spoken the three cursed words that launched him into this predicament.

"You wanna bet?"

You laughed more at that and nodded again. "Sure. Because I know I'll win."

And that unofficial vow of celibacy was why the two of you had been dancing around each other for the past week. He was starting to feel like that old love song counting the amount of time it'd been since he had you beneath him last. Fifteen hours and seven days or however it went.

You didn't make this trying time any easier for him either. That night he went to sleep with blue balls. The next morning, he woke up to you getting ready. You weren't dressed in your usual style of clothing though. Instead, you had on a dress, Logan's favorite dress of yours. You'd styled your hair real pretty too, letting it compliment your features in the best way.

As his heavy lids blinked open to consciousness, he watched you fasten a shimmering necklace over your collarbone. It sat just above the neckline of the chiffon fabric that adorned your bust.

You caught his waking eyes with your own in the reflective glass, turning to look at him with a bright smile. 

Despite his bleary vision, he could hear the light steps of you prancing over to him. The mattress dipped with your weight as you sat down and leaned in to kiss his forehead. Your fingers slid through his dark hair just the way he likes, with your nails scratching his scalp a little. Worst of all, that close, the scent of your perfume became all consuming. It hit him harder than normal. He wasn't sure if he should blame you or himself for predicting the trials of the coming days.

He hummed in acknowledgement of your presence and nuzzled into your palm.

"Hey, sleepyhead," you cooed, your voice extra soft and sweet. It was too caring to be seductive, but of course, that's where his mind went anyways.

"Hey, baby," he'd mumbled.

"I gotta go drop off that paperwork, but I'll see you later. I love you," you whispered in return before laying one more column of kisses from the tip of his nose back to his forehead.

Then you'd left, leaving him half-hard and yearning for you. A pattern that would plague him over the next week.

Each day it was some new form of torture. The day after that, you'd worked extra hard in the danger room, coming back to him at night covered in a light sheen of sweat. Your heady natural scent filled the bedroom in moments.

The following afternoon, you wanted to cuddle when you both had some free time. The fact that you draped your leg over his torso, slotting your clothed cunt right against his hip, inches away from his cock, was pure accident of course.

Over the last few days, your games have become less specific. You peppered your speech with innuendo. Looked at him with your fuck-me eyes and spoke in the tone you always used seconds before he ended up bending you over the nearest surface.

He tried to fight back, he really did. He stopped wearing a shirt in your shared room. Every time he talked to you, he made sure to rub your ass or stroke your cheek. He was so desperate he stooped to embarrassing levels of lovey-dovey when the two of you were alone. But no matter what he tried, it seemed like you'd been right. Of your pair, you had the superior restraint.

With each passing hour, his frustration grew.

Today, it reaches its zenith.

The mansion is empty because it's Sunday. All the students and other teachers are out on the trip to the observatory today. You and Logan are the only remaining residents in the school. He ended up not having to tag along with the rest of the group after volunteering to fix the sprinklers bordering the school's patio. Babysitting kids had never been his forte even with all the practice he gets at it now. Simple handiwork he could do no problem.

The two of you take the morning to sleep in. This was a rare occasion where no early meetings or classes occupied your schedules. You stay tangled up together well past sunrise.

Logan is the first to leave the warmth and comfort of your embrace. He pulls himself from the nest of pillows and blankets, stretching his limbs out as he does. He rubs the tiredness from his features before rising and heading to the wardrobe to pull on some clothes.

In addition to his normal black t-shirt and jeans, he grabs the tool belt on his way out to the lawn. He slings it around his hips before walking through the back door. Heading past the basketball court and rows of hedges, he finds the line of leaking sprinklers besides them. It would probably take him a while given that he had to first identify the source of the problem and then recalibrate all of them with the adjustment.

He sighs but gets to work. At least he'd have a distraction from the desires haunting him.

Crouching in the dewy grass next to the little faucets, he begins examining the hard plastic shells. To his surprise, scanning for breaks does attach his mind to the task and give him a brief reprieve. It's quiet outside. Besides a small chirp from a distant bird or a grunt out of him, no other sounds echo over the open space. The sun shines in the sky, but it's not beating down on him. The air tickles his skin with warmth but not to the point of being miserably humid.

All the conditions meet in the perfect middle to keep him calm. It's the most peace he's had since he agreed to this bet between the two of you.

But all that tranquility is shattered about a half hour later when he hears the patter of footsteps against the stone pathway. From around the tall thicket of green foliage, comes you. Your face breaks out into a smile the second you burst into his vision. He would look the same if not for what you'd decided to wear.

You trot over to him across the grass in a pair of tiny black shorts with lacy frills on the hems. They sway with each of your movements, highlighting the shape of your legs. A gray camisole graces your upper half; a delicate white bow sits at the center of the collar, dead center between your breasts. The fit of the garment displays the contour of your chest just right. He feels like he's gonna start drooling before you make it near.

Despite his reaction, the outfit wasn't that provocative. It wasn't like you'd strutted out in lingerie. But he was so pent up that a flash of your ankle in the proper lighting could probably get him hard.

Bounding up to him, you wrap his body in a tight hug. Every curve of your form presses up against him.

"Look at you, working so hard," you praise playfully with a kiss to his cheek.

He laughs it off, returning the hug in an attempt to be normal, so you wouldn't see how vulnerable he was right now, how this was the perfect opportunity to strike. He couldn't let you know that in this moment, he could easily become the prey.

"Were you missing me already?" he asks, rubbing his free hand up and down your spine.

"Mhm. Woke up and you were gone," you reply. You nuzzle the crook of his neck, planting a few electric kisses on his skin.

"I didn't wanna wake you. You're pretty cute when you're sleeping," he mutters.

"Well now I'm gonna be cute out here with you," you say and pull back. You peck his lips one more time before plopping down in the grass behind him.

He glances back at you to see what that means. All you're doing is sitting there. Your legs extend out in front of you, straightened for his eyes to rake over. You lean back with your palms against the moist greenery below you.

"You don't got anything better to do with your day off?" he asks.

That earns him a small pout. "If you want me to leave, I will. I just wanna spend time with you."

He can tell by your tone that your intentions aren't so innocent. You're leading him into allowing your presence. But denying his girlfriend has never been one of the wolverine's strengths so of course, he acquiesces.

"Relax. I'm not telling you to go anywhere," he says as he turns back to his work, "I just don't think this will be that interesting to you."

"Watching you do anything is interesting to me," you joke back.

He rolls his eyes and gets back to work.

At first, things are smooth as before. He continues messing with the small, bendy pipes. You're quiet behind him. Almost too quiet, but he lets it go for now since he thinks he's found the source of the malfunction.

It doesn't take long to patch up. The more difficult part is going to each individual head and fixing the tightness. His fingers twist the little knobs to the correct settings. He then turns to you when he's finally done.

The sight of you feels like a gust of fresh air filling his lungs. You're laid out where you were before, but you've reclined across the ground. One of your arms is sprawled outwards, soaking up the sunlight while the other lazily covers your eyes. Your shadow outlines your figure against the emerald blades below you.

You look luscious and ripe, like a precious fruit ready to be picked and devoured. In any other circumstance, that's exactly what he'd do. He'd spread you out further for him and take you apart piece by piece. He wanted your nectar running down his chin with each savoring lap of his tongue. He craved the feeling of your heat wrapped around him, your walls massaging his shaft during every punishing thrust.

Imagining it now only gets the blood pumping down South to his hardening length.

He runs a hand over his hair and sighs. Why didn't he do that now? What was the point of this stupid fucking contest? It's not like there was anything on the line. The only stake was his pride, which to be honest, he'd already compromised for you multiple times over the course of your relationship.

Unbuckling the leather from his waist, he discards the tool belt. Next he peels his shirt from his body and tosses it to the side.

He makes his way to you on the grass. He drops to his knees and leans forward. His muscular frame cages you in against the ground. Starting at your navel, he drags his nose up your body. He coasts over the valley between your breasts and past your collar bone. His soft exhales breeze across your throat before he finally reaches your cheek. With a gentle pull, he clears your arm from your face.

Your eyes flutter to adjust to the sunlight beaming down on them again. They take in the vision of him so close to you and the way he gazes down with adoration.

"Hey, pretty girl," he says, his voice much softer than it'd been before, "You falling asleep on me?"

His thumb rubs over your jawline while the other strokes the crown of your head. A smile blooms across your lips. You can't help it with how he's behaving.

"No... well, maybe a little. I think you were right. Sprinklers are pretty boring," you say.

He grins and leans in to kiss your lips. With the exchange he hopes to communicate everything he doesn't want to say. I give up. You win.

You reach up and cup his scruffy cheeks. Your tongue swipes against his lips, sensing his longing for intimacy. He allows you in, and you deepen the connection. A long breath oozes from your nostrils.

He presses you down against the ground further as your hands slide over the little white streaks in his hair. Your fingers embed themselves in his locks. You feel his hands sliding down your body. They stop at your hips and give the plush flesh a squeeze.

It's obvious what he wants, but in case there was any doubt, his digits then hook around the top of your shorts and give them a tug.

A giggle bubbles up out of you against his mouth. You pull back to look at him with smug eyes.

"Is that your way of admitting I was right?" you ask.

He grumbles and ducks his head down to start kissing your neck. "Don't get cocky or I'll change my mind."

That makes you laugh more. You yank on his hair and pull him back up to look at you. 

"No you won't," you tease and brush your noses together. Looking into his eyes again, you can see how bad he wants this. "Just say it."

"Say what?"

"Say you're giving in. And that I win. And that you can't live without me."

He gives you a blank stare. Silently, he contemplates if there's any way around this. He wonders if there's a way he can avoid utter humiliation.

"C'mon, baby. Throw an old dog a bone," he grumbles.

Giggling, you shake your head. "Nuh uh. I wanna hear you say it."

He sighs and rolls over, pulling you on top of him. You straddle his hips with learned ease. Your smile glows from this angle. The sunlight above cascades over your frame and only further accentuates your body in your tight clothes. He rubs his hands up and down your sides. His dick is already at half-mast under the denim that covers his lower body. Your heat rests right on top of it, teasing him through the barriers of cloth. It dangles what he could have if he gives you what you want right before him.

The words that challenged you and created this trap for himself came out so easy. Why couldn't these be the same?

To coax him along, you grind down the slightest bit. The pressure's so light and gentle, a mere graze of your mound on the outline of his growing bulge. He hisses at the feeling.

"Just admit it," you say, planting your palms on his chest, "Just say I was right and you were wrong."

He watches you above him, knowing you're not going to drop this. If he wanted this self-invoked dry spell to end, he'd have to make it happen.

You roll your hips down with more force, impatient to hear him comply with your request. A small whimper leaks out of you. He can tell from that sound alone that you're getting worked up. That arousal is beginning to collect between your thighs.

The thought of it makes his need for you almost biological. His hands clamp around your waist and press you down harder. He rocks his up a little to meet your own movements.

"I need you so bad, princess," he sighs, his eyes shutting as he takes in the dull pleasure of you on top of him.

"Then you can say what I told you," you tease.

"What was it again?" he asks as he continues dragging your covered pussy back and forth along his now fully hard shaft.

"Say you're giving in. That I win. And that you can't live without me," you remind him, visibly proud of your victory.

With a sigh, he repeats, "I'm giving in. You win. I can't live without you."

You smile and laugh as if it was the best thing you'd ever heard. Your head falls back with glee before coming up so you can see his face again.

"Actually, can you say that again? I'm gonna grab my phone. That way I can film it this time. I just wanna have a record-" you continue to tease, but you're cut off by your own squeal when he grabs you and flips you back over onto your back. He keeps you quiet by smashing his lips against yours as your back thuds against the grass.

This kiss burns hotter than the last one. His mouth moves with bruising passion as he pulls your shorts down your legs for real. You help him by kicking them loose. His hands roam around over your smooth skin.

He glances down and finds what he thought he felt. No panties.

Eyes flitting back up to you, he shakes his head. "You were gonna give in anyways," he accuses.

"Yeah, but you gave in first," you giggle.

A small growl rumbles in his chest, but he still leans in to pull your tank top up. He brings it across your stomach, letting your breasts fall free as he bunches the material above them. He cups the plump flesh, taking a look at the beauty he holds in his palms. You watch him in the fleeting interval in which you're forced to separate.

"So... since I win, what do I get?" you continue to gloat.

"My dick inside you," he answers as his fingers yank his zipper open and shove down his pants in a similar fashion to your shorts.

"But I'm gonna get that anyways. I think I should get a real prize," you say, aiming to stoke the flames higher.

Your hips get hauled closer across the grass, so fast that you're in danger of having green smeared across your skin.

"I don't think you'll be complaining in a few minutes, ya little brat," he mumbles.

His fist pumps over his cock as he lines it up between your legs. The leaky tip smears some precum over your folds before he slides inside. He groans as he sinks in, cherishing the feeling after the week of its absence.

You're quick to adjust to the stretch. With a sharp breath, your back arches off the grass. He had already snapped back and slammed in again. You knew he wouldn't be patient after being deprived of this. Watching him above you, your eyes study how his chest puffs in and out with harsh breaths. His strong arms extend down on either side of your head, his fists holding clumps of grass between them. 

It's a gorgeous view, but you know it can't beat the feeling.

"Closer..." you whine and grab at his shoulders, pulling him down so he's right on you and smothering your body against the turf, "Missed you, old man."

"How many times have I told you to quit it with that?" he asks as his pelvis begins setting a rhythm.

"Enough to know that I'm never gonna," you say. It's the last thing you can get out before moans shatter your plans to speak.

His warm flesh pounds against yours over and over. Your body rocks with the bounce of him on top of you. It feels so good. The world feels bright again, like you'd transitioned from an existence of black and white to living in color. It was so open out here but also so empty. Like you and him were the only two people on earth.

Your voice tapers off. Words become second to whimpers of pleasure. His hands grope the swell of your ass before returning to your sides for steady leverage.

"We'll have to work on that then," he grunts, "If you're not gonna stop, I'll just have to make sure you can't speak at all."

You preen at the idea, clutching at his muscular shoulders and back. He pants right next to your ear. Each stroke drives deep into you, brushing a spot that had ached for him to touch it again.

"Never wanna go that long again," you babble around whines.

"Me neither, baby. Think you were right. Not being able to feel this pretty little pussy every day almost killed me," he says.

A rush of euphoria flows through you upon hearing that. Your moans become more breathy, more full of need for him. You grab one of his wrists and tug his hand off your hip, pushing it in between your legs.

He knows what you want. His fingers apply some pressure and rub at your swollen bundle of nerves. Immediately, he's rewarded with a whine out of you and a buck from your hips.

"Impatient," he huffs between a set of deep thrusts.

"I won," you retort, "I get to do what I want."

Even in the heat of the moment, he chuckles at your petulant tone. His hips keep rutting against you on the grass. He's sure his next task of yard-work will be covering the mysterious indents in the soil out here.

"I needa cum, Logan," you whine several seconds later, "So close."

"Yeah? You need it, sweetheart? Need to let it out after keeping it from me for so long?"

Your head bobs up and down in an enthusiastic nod. "Please, please, please."

"Well, it's like you said. You won. So I think you can finish when you're ready."

"Mmmm- o- ok..." you whimper out.

Your hips roll up and down to reciprocate the fast pace of his own. He's battering right up against that special spot inside you that makes your mind blank and your eyes gloss up.

With a handful of whimpers, you cum. Your face scrunches as your cunt tightens around him. His fingers keep up the same rhythm on your clit, swirling around the little bud through your pleasure high.

"That's my girl," he praises, "Let it all out for daddy."

Your body seizes up at that command. Every cell of your being somehow knows to obey. You stumble over words and let them leave your lips half formed.

He keeps driving into you as you're coming down, chasing his own release. You're well into the territory of overstimulation now, all parts of you fizzling like a lit sparkler.  Your thighs quiver against his sides violently. They lock around his waist when you finally feel him slam in and drain himself.

A loud groan erupts from him. He makes no effort to restrain it given that only the two of you are here to hear it. He fucks it into you, ricocheting himself against your center a couple more times and letting every last drop pour into your dripping hole.

When he feels sated, at least for the moment, he reluctantly pulls out. He takes a couple deep breaths as he watches a bit of his cum ooze out of you. It didn't matter though. That wouldn't be the last load you took today.

His body topples over next to yours on the natural ground. You both lie there for a few moments catching your breath before you roll onto your side to look at him.

You just stare for a few moments. Your eyes roam along the shape of his face to the slope of his jaw and the curve of his chest. Leaning in, you kiss the space below his ear.

He responds to the touch by curling his arm around your waist and pulling you to his side.

His head turns to meet your loving gaze.

"I think we have some more time to make up for," he says.

You respond with an eager nod and hop up to your feet. Both of you pull on the basics of the clothes you'd been wearing before and rush back into the mansion, giggling as you stumble through the halls like a couple of lovesick teenagers.

The door to your room stays shut for the rest of the day. You spend the remaining hours you have enmeshed in each other; intertwined with him enough to recover from the lack you'd put yourself through.

Logan doesn't venture beyond the barrier of your shared sanctuary until the sun has gone down and darkness coats the halls of the mansion.  He walks quietly, taking his steps carefully to ensure none of the wooden planks beneath him creak.

All he had to do was go downstairs and grab you some water. In and out. Five minutes. But as he rounds the turn into the room, Scott's already there, looking through the fridge. He freezes and stands there awkwardly in his black tank top and loose sweatpants.

Having heard the sounds of his footsteps, the other man glances over at him. 

"There you are. Didn't see you around when I got back," he says simply.

Logan shrugs, trying to play it casual. He walks across the room toward the cupboard that holds the glasses. The other man's eyes follow him. He can feel that even through the scarlet shades on his face.

"Haven't seen your other half either," Scott continues.

Logan can tell from the tone of his voice where this is going. 

"Don't call her that," he scoffs, forever downplaying his attachment to you, "She's tired. She's upstairs sleeping."

"On her day off? I wonder what would have her so drained," Scott replies. His tone is flat in contrast to the little smirk on his face.

"Don't start," Logan says. He goes to the fridge to fill your cup with water. The trickle of the fluid is the only sound in the room until Scott keeps going.

"I didn't say anything," he says, raising his hands in surrender, "Only that this is the best mood you've been in all week."

"A couple hours without you around does wonders for me," Logan grumbles, wishing the liquid would pour a little faster.

"I'm sure. A couple hours with no one else around. Just the two of you after you've both been stiff the whole week," he taunts, "It's ok to admit you're whipped."

Finally, the cup is full. Logan takes it and turns away, holding one finger up as he walks from the kitchen.

"See you tomorrow, Scott."

"Yeah. Tell her if she's feeling sore, she can skip the early meeting," he says with a little laugh.