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lostinlovingrevery · 2 months ago

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Hello… I have an angsty request, you can obviously ignore it because it can be a sensitive subject, but you would write it in such a cute and respectful way💝

Any Logan you picture with a reader who was sexually abused, she is kind of sensitive to physical touch, but also needs it, she needs comfort. Even more when it comes to intimacy, Logan and her never had sex because it triggers her, but one day, she decides she wants to, it’s hard and awkward and sentimental, but Logan is a sweetheart.

Again, ignore this if you want to, you’re an amazing writer

xxxx

I'm Here

Logan Howlett X F! Reader

You want to take the next step in your relationship, and Logan supports you through it

A/N: Nonny, thank you so much for this request. I hope this came out the way you imagined <3 I left it open so you could imagine any Logan!

Warning: Sex, MDNI, descriptions of sex, implied PiV, mentions of past abuse (but not descriptive), communication, reader get nervous and anxious, handjob, soft Logan, Logan is nervous too!

Warm sunbeams kissed your face.

You sat curled up on the window bench, your arms wrapped around your knees as you watched the skies become blue, the darkness that hid the sun and brought on torrential downpours slowly fading away.

Birds flew to the wet grass, pecking the ground and searching for bugs to feast on. Slowly you watch the world come out from its hidden niche, basking in the new sunlight and fresh air. You observed all the little details from your 3rd-floor nook.

The small wind blew through the trees, shaking the leaves gently, The squirrel ran across the pavement and grass, both pausing in the open- a shiver of its tail as it observed its surroundings. The slow steady drip from the leaky gutter above your window.

“Here you go love,” Logan's voice drew you out of your daydream, as you turned to look at him. He held out a mug, one that was shaped like the head of the Pokemon Slowpoke, the newest in your ridiculously large collection of mugs. Steam comes off the tan liquid inside and dissipates into the air. You adjusted your position, crossing your legs as you reached out with both hands to grab the mug. “Careful, it’s hot.” He warns.

You nod, grabbing the handle and gently bringing it up to your lips, blowing air over the hot liquids, and then carefully sipping it. A slight bitterness to the tea, the flavor masked with the slices of lemon Logan had added. “Mm… good, thank you.” You hummed.

He gives you a soft smile, before joining you on the window bench seat and sitting across from you. His leg folded and resting on the cushion of the bench, his other foot braced on the floor. He leaned against the wall, a beer in hand resting on his thigh. He looked out the window, his expression relaxed.

Your eyes trailed over him discreetly, as you sipped your tea. You observed his hazel eyes - how they seemed gentle, compared to his usual expression. Down to his lips, soft, set in a something position.

You trailed down to the way his shirt - just a normal, plain black shirt, fit over him. The sleeves were a bit stretched over his biceps - he’s always wearing shirts that fit just a little too tight over him. You’d tease him about it, and he’d wink at you for it.

You moved down to the denim he was sporting. The way he sat with his legs spread, relaxed yet confident. Your eyes lingered a bit longer on his lap than you cared to admit. Swallowing, as you felt a warm feeling grow inside you, you turned yourself away to look back outside to the peaceful Earth.

You both sat in content silence together. The world seemed slow, unmoving. You felt the quiet urge to be closer to him.

You looked at him again, moving to carefully set your tea on a small table next to you, you began to climb over to him. He looked at you, sensing what you wanted, adjusting himself so you could comfortably sit in his lap.

Your legs draped over his, and you curled your body into him. His arms slowly, protectively settling around you, as you nuzzled yourself into his neck. The scent of him, cigars and leather, sent a wave of safety through you, as you relaxed.

You heard a deep sigh of contentment escape him, his chin resting over your head.

It’s taken a long time to get to this point.

You and Logan have been together for some time now. About a year, give or take.

You started as friends first, growing into something more romantic. It had been a slow steady process, with the both of you earning each other's trust.

The night both your growing feelings came to light. Logan cupped your cheek gently with his hand and asked to kiss you.

The feelings you felt from it were hard to decipher.

Happiness, want, and a need for that intimacy. You’ve looked at his lips more times than you can remember.

Then a sick feeling that twisted in your gut, your skin crawling. The two clawed at each other, an inner battle inside you that left you overwhelmed.

Logan, sensing your hesitancy, removed his hand from you. You didn’t have to tell him anything, have to explain your feelings. He understood, deep inside. His own battle raging inside him to allow himself to even touch you, to allow himself to open up. Fear of hurting everything he touches.

“It’s okay love. We can take it slow.”

Thus started the beginning of your budding romance. Logan was a true gentleman. He always asked for permission and learned your cues to what made you comfortable and uncomfortable. He respected any boundaries you asked for. He never made it seem like he was afraid to touch you, while simultaneously respecting your space.

It never felt like a waiting game with him.

You both enjoyed each other. You spent time together, knowing each other with no rush to go anywhere or do anything.

Quiet dates at little cafes and parks. Movie nights with friends. Slow mornings making breakfast.

Over time you felt safe to open up to him. About your past abuse. The history that makes you sensitive to touch, to avoid that intimacy that you also craved at the same time.

He held you while you cried.

Never once did he make you feel rushed, forced, or any sort of shame or guilt because you wanted to take it slow, before or after learning of your past.

The topic of sex had been brought up more than once. He always told you that he wasn’t here for your body, and while he certainly found you attractive. That physical intimacy was something that didn’t need to be rushed. When and if you are ever ready, he’ll be there. For now though,

“I love you, that’s all there is to it.”

You took another deep breath, grounding yourself where you were with him. His hand slowly brushing up and down your arm. It sent chills through you, and you had to remind yourself,

It’s him.

The warm feeling inside you lingered. A mix of apprehension, anxiety, desire, and need. You weren’t sure how to approach this.

“Lo?”

He moved his head back to look at you. You leaned forward, slowly capturing his lips in a gentle kiss. You could feel his surprise for a moment, the way his lips pulled back for a moment, hesitating before returning the kiss, eager, but affectionate.

You parted from him, pulling back gently as you looked up at him. His eyes half-lidded, as he regarded you with softness.

“What was that for love?” He asks gently.

You looked up at him, looking at his lips again, your eyes trailing down to his neck. You leaned in, pressing delicate kisses along his jawline, down to his pulse point. You heard his breath hitch, and you looked up at him.

A sweet, goofy smile across his face as he met your eyes. “Lo…I want to try to…” You purse your lips together, a heat blooming in your face. “To have sex.”

A bit of surprise on his face, his arm around you squeezing you gently. “Really?” He asks. You nodded. You saw his Adams apple bob in his throat as he swallowed - a sign of nervousness, but he masks it. He leans forward and presses a kiss to your temple, his lips brushing against your skin as he speaks. “You don’t have to do anything-”

“I know. I want to do this.” You say. “Just, try. Even if we don’t go all the way.”

He nods. “Now or…?”

You giggled, and he grinned. A nod of your head, “Now sounds good. Unless you got plans?” You ask teasingly. He chuckled, his arms moving around you to lift you like a bride, as he stood up with you in his arms with ease.

“Who you think you’re talking to bub?”

Adrenaline began to hum in your veins. Your arms wrapped around his neck, your fingers slowly climbing into the curls of his hair as he carried you to your bedroom. He moved to sit on the bed, with you still sitting across his lap.

He turned to look at you with a sweet smile, leaning in and pressing his forehead against yours. “We don’t gotta do anything you don’t want. If it becomes too much-”

“We’ll stop.” You nod confirming.

“We’ll go slow.” He says gently - a small firmness in his tone. You nodded again in agreement, smiling in his concern for you. You sat up, moving to straddle his lap.

Your heart began to race as you looked at him. His hands slowly resting on your hips. He looked at you with care. “You okay?” He asks, and you feel embarrassed- remembering he could hear the fluttering of your heart. You nodded.

“Nervous.” You smile. You leaned forward, shaky hands cupping his jaw, as you pressed your lips to his.

Your kiss started gentle, barely there, light and airy. It wasn’t the first time you’ve kissed, nor even the first time you slowly made out. Your nerves made your hands weak though, the idea that the kiss is going to lead to something more.

You wanted it, you did. You loved Logan. His respect, his love for you, has made you feel safer than you have in a long time. You craved the feeling of intimacy, of touch - and knowing you were going to be safe with it.

You pressed further, your arms wrapping around his neck, as you sat further up his lap, pulling him closer. The feeling of him close - his sturdy frame holding you.

It was a slow process. Carefully removing each other's clothes. You lifted his shirt off and allowed him to undress you. His touch sent shivers through you, but there was a warmth to it. The kind of warmth that made you crave more. He always asked you for permission.

“You’re so lovely, baby.” He’d whisper against your lips, after he slowly lifted your shirt over your head.

He gently discarded your shirt, adding to the small pile of clothes on the floor.

You both moved further up on the bed. His back against the headboard of the bed with you straddling him. The mattress creaked from your weight, as your comforted became disturbed from the shifting.

The sunlight beamed through the cracks of the curtains, as you felt warm light floating over your body. Logan's face highlighted from the lighting, the glow in his eyes as he looked up at up at you in reverie

Both of you were down to your underwear, and anxiety and excitement stirred low in your belly.

You reached down to his boxers, your fingers grabbing the hem of the briefs, and slowly pulling them down his thighs. His hard member popped out, you watching it bounce against his stomach and you bit your lip as heat spread over your face.

You stifled a laugh, leaning forward to put your forehead on his shoulder, your hands pressed to his chest. Logan chuckled.

“What’s up pretty girl?” He asked, his hands running over your thighs soothingly.

“Nothing I-” You laughed again. It wasn’t the first time you’ve seen him naked, just from various times of him changing around you, getting out of the shower with a towel. It always sent a syrupy warmth through you, your eyes watching his muscular form as he dried himself off.

This time though, it was a little different. The knowledge of doing something so…

“Too much?” He asks with a hint of humor in his tone. You giggle again shaking your head.

“It’s just nerves.” You say looking at him. He tilted his head, a sympathetic look on his face, he brought his hand up to cup your face, his thumb gently stroking your cheekbone.

“We can slow it down.”

“No, no I’m fine.” You shook your head, leaning forward to peck his lips. Your hands pressed to his stomach, moved downwards, and you gently took him. Fisting around his member, you slowly stroked him, as you looked back into his eyes. He was taking deep breaths, even with your strokes. “This okay?” You asked. He smiled and nodded.

You moved a little faster, and he let out a shaky breath, tipping his head back as you noticed his stomach clenched. The feeling was different- but not unpleasant. You leaned forward, capturing his lips in a kiss - and he let out a small moan. A small shock went up your spine at the sound, as you let out a breathy noise.

“You’re doing great love.” He says, leaning forward to kiss the tip of your nose, before nuzzling into your cheek. “Do you want to keep going?”

You bit your lip, slowing your rhythm over him, and nodded.

His hands, resting on your thighs, moved up to your panties. “Is it okay if I touch you?” He asks softly. You nodded, and his hand came over to cup your mound. It felt warm and comforting- his touch, as he brushed his fingers softly over your panties, which had become increasingly wet during your time together. “You’re so beautiful.” He says softly.

You looked up at him, his eyes filled with adoration as he looked into your eyes, and suddenly it felt as if your nerves eased. He saw you, not just your body, or the sex. “I’m a lucky guy baby.”

“I think I’m the lucky one..” You say softly. He chuckled,

“No no, you’re not going to win this one baby.” He grinned at you. His hand came up to cup your cheek. “Sweet girl you are, as pretty as a picture. Putting up with my bullshit every day. There ain’t a thing I’ve done to deserve you.”

Your eyes softened, as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and pulled him for a searing kiss.

Slowly, awkwardly - but full of love and communication, you both worked through it together. He took care of you with a tenderness you hadn’t felt before, always checking on you throughout the session.

Your noses would bump against each other, your hands slipping over each other, and you would nearly lose your balance on top of him, making you both laugh as he’d press a kiss to your forehead, reassuring you to take it slow.

In some moments you would need to stop, almost too overwhelmed by the feelings and sensations you were experiencing- they felt good, but you needed to breathe. He would quickly ask you what you needed, but you only just needed him to be there.

And he was.

Eventually, you finally reached a point where your nerves were fading, as you felt more pleasure envelope you. Pressed against his firm chest, your face buried into the crook of his neck, the scent of him, the feeling of him breathing- it brought you down into a zone that was reassuring, that felt like home. It was soft, careful, and everything you needed from him.

He talked you through an overwhelming finish.

“I’m right here baby.” He whispered into your ear. “You’re okay, you’re doing amazing.” He pressed a kiss to your temple, as your muscles relaxed, and you fell over him, your cheek against his chest- listening to his heart, pounding nearly as fast as yours. His hand soothingly petted your hair, as you came back to yourself. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” You speak up. You carefully climbed off of him, moving into his side, your cheek pressed into his pec. “That was….nice.”

“Sure was.” He says, pulling a blanket over you both. “You want anything?... Some water or.. a snack or sumn’?”

“No, I’m okay.” You smiled into his chest. “I just want to be here with you.”

“Mm.” He let out a small grunt. His thumb rubbed soothing circles into your arm.

“Did…You enjoy it?” You speak up, with a small anxiety that maybe you didn’t perform well. You heard him hum.

“Baby, I had to keep myself from making a mess right then and there when you touched me.”

You started giggling. “Really?”

“That funny?”

“A lil bit.” You teased. He quirked a brow glancing at you, and you looked up at him. A warm chuckle came from his chest.

“Yeah, alright.” He squeezed you closer.

“I know one thing though…”

“What?”

“I think…I definitely want to do that again.”

You heard a small breath of relief escaped him. He turned to kiss the top of your head. “Whatever you want baby. I’m here.”

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gtgbabie0 · 4 months ago

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Could you do VI with an insecure fem! reader? Like she walks in on the reader crying and staring at herself in the mirror wondering why she can’t be skinny and attractive like the other girls she sees. It’s just something I struggle with and if you can’t do it I totally understand!!

Thank you. 🖤

⋆⁺ ✮⋆⁺ Vi x Reader

Synopsis: {You’re feeling a little insecure about your body and Vi makes sure you know just how much she loves your curves} AN: Hope this is okay my love <3

Maybe it was the mirror, the bathroom lighting, the dress that seemed to hug at all the wrong places… or perhaps it was just you. It was a horrible feeling that you couldn’t shake. No matter what you tried to tell yourself or what position you took in front of the full-body mirror, your reflection was starting to make you feel nauseous. Coupled with the already present nerves of this stupid New Year’s party you and Vi were meant to be attending, it was awful.

The familiar tightness seizes through your chest and you can’t stop the tears that begin to prick at your eyes as you tug at the fabric of the dress as if you were trying to mould yourself into a different shape. You were so caught up you didn’t even hear Vi rushing up the stairs calling out your name— “Damn baby-” her words immediately die on her tongue as she takes in your tearful expression.

She doesn't waste a moment, rushing over to you, her rough palms cupping your cheeks, worried eyes scanning over your face. “Whoa, hey… hey, what happened?” Her tone is so sickeningly sweet that you can’t push her away even if the embarrassment that curdles through your body tells you to.

“Mm, nothin’ I’m just being silly.” You huff, sniffling as you wipe your wet cheeks with the back of your hand— turning your head to look away from her concerned gaze.

Vi cups your chin with her thumb and index finger, making you look back at her. “Don’t give me that, it ain’t silly if it’s makin’ you cry, baby.” She replies firmly, brows knitted together.

The words are stuck in the back of your throat and the only thing you can manage to get out is a tiny whimper, a noise of discontent as she catches a stray tear with her knuckle. It breaks her heart to see you like this, so coiled up with emotions that you can’t even communicate with her.

“Come on sweetness, talk to me please?” She prompts gently, ducking her head slightly to catch your teary gaze. Your fingers curl around her wrists to keep her hand against the side of your face, enjoying the warmth, the roughness of her palms somewhat grounding you from completely spiralling into a breakdown.

You sigh softly, biting down on the inside of your bottom lip and she watches your eyes flicker over to the mirror and then back up to her with a shuddering breath— then the realisation hits her and her stomach drops, shaking her head immediately as if she could read your thoughts.

“Oh, that's what's got you all up in knots? c’mere… come here.” Her hands are dropping to your hips, trying to guide you back over to the mirror.

“No Vi, don’t… I don’t—” Despite your protests, she turns you around, hands squeezing at your hips, making you face the reflection as she stands behind you, chin hooked over your shoulder.

Her hands smooth over your hips, up along your waist to interlace her fingers over your soft tummy that was shown off by the dress you were wearing— damn if Vi didn’t think you were absolutely drop-dead gorgeous in anything that fitted your curvy figure.

“What have I told ya, huh?” Her voice rumbles softly against your back, her thumb brushing over your abdomen as she lets her eyes slowly drink in the sight of you right up against her, just where you belong.

You huff in response to her words, tipping your head backwards against her shoulder with a small frown— lips pursed out in a small pout. “I don’t feel pretty. I’m fat and pudgy, and this dress isn’t flattering.”

The more you speak the more pissed off she is, not directly at you— never, just in general because how the fuck can you not see just how much of a complete knockout you are?

“Bullshit—” she huffs, pressing a kiss to the soft curve of your jaw with a small frown. “That’s all bullshit baby, you look so damm sexy in this.” Her lips brush along your neck as she talks, meeting your gaze through the mirror with a wink.

“I’m still pudgy.” You huff, glancing down at her hands that are splayed across your tummy.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing, I love my girl just the way she is— pudge and all.” She promises, dropping a kiss against your shoulder. “You got more on ya to love, more to hold on to…” she continues, the tip of her nose running along your jaw as she nuzzles into the side of your neck. “… s’all soft and warm, you’re perfect, my perfect girl.” you hate how much your stomach flutters at her words, the way she smirks against your pulse point.

Her hands smooth across your stomach to rest over your hips, squeezing the fat lovingly as her eyes flicker across your curves then back up to your face to catch your gaze.

“Yeah?” She coos, chin propped up on your shoulder.

“Mhm, yeah… m’sorry,” The words are barely above a whisper and if Vi wasn’t practically hanging off of you she would’ve missed them.

“Don’t apologise gorgeous, just means I get to kiss it all better…” her caring smile turns into a cocky smirk and her hands are mapping over your curves and dips of your form, feeling you up as she presses big wet kisses all over your face and jaw— down to your neck and over your shoulders whispering sweet nothings into your skin until your all wide smiles and happy giggles.

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lqveharrington · 6 months ago

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Bus Stop | R.L.

summary: both you and remus miss the bus during a rain shower.

pairing: remus lupin x fem!reader

includes: fluff, strangers being cute, cursing

a/n: i seriously need to finish my coriolanus series help 😭

As a meteorologist for the local news media, you knew what the weather was going to look like everyday. In fact, plenty of people tuned in to hear the forecast just from you. It was something you enjoyed doing, you liked helping people out for the smallest things. You could predict whether or not the sun would be shining to the point where ice cream would melt in an instant, or if it would snow so hard that the roads were to icy to drive in.

It felt nice to be helpful and appreciated in a community you’ve learned to love.

But every once in a while, the computer system the station owned would make small mistakes. There would be times where it predicted hard rain, but instead ended in light rain with little to no clouds. Of course, it was something so rare that you always disregarded it and moved on.

Except for today.

You were standing underneath the thinnest awning as rain pellets fell harshly from the thundering sky. You missed the bus for the first time in years. It was stupidly coincidental that the day the computer system decided not to work was the day you missed the bus. It had shown that only light rain would be coming to your area.

Wrong.

So now you were trapped in a small space until a bus appeared or the rain let up, which was unlikely.

The wind blew harshly on your skin and made the rain splash everywhere. You were getting drenched by the minute and all you could do was wait. Your Mary Jane’s were completely ruined and your tote bag completely soaked, which incased your book and notepad. It was all destroyed.

A frown made its way to your face. You couldn’t even tell if tears were streaming down your face or if it was the rain as you felt your chest constrict. But even the universe had its limits and thought it was cruel to have you all alone in the storm. So it sent you one companion who happened to miss the bus as well.

A man ran over to where you were, his eyes wide in frustration and annoyance. You watched him run underneath the awning with his jacket over his head, which did little as he was completely soaked from head to toe.

He gave you a slight nod and looked out toward the obstructed street view, “How long have you been waiting?”

You blink in confusion before realizing he was talking to you. Heat covered your neck when he gave you an amused grin as he ran his fingers through his wet hair in attempts to squeeze the water out.

“Oh! Uhm, maybe a couple of minutes? Only two buses come down this way.” You look down to your shoes, the puddle underneath rising toward your ankle, although you feet were already drenched.

He sighed and leaned his head back on the brick wall behind, rubbing his palms in his eyes. “Fuck, okay.”

After a few seconds, an awkward silence took over despite the heavy rainfall. It wasn't like you intended for it to get awkward, but standing in a tight space with a man you never met really set off tension.

Yours eyes flickered from the rain puddles to the man beside you. Clearing your throat, you began to speak, but at the same time, the man spoke as well.

“How—“

“What—“ Your eyes widen and the previous heat creeped up to your cheeks. “Sorry, go ahead.”

“No, that’s quite alright. I was just trying to make small talk.” The man shrugged and sent you a small smile.

You grinned back and fiddled with the strap of your tote back. “So was I.”

Despite the attempt, another silence took over. This time, it was less awkward. The rain continued to pelt down and the sun began it's slow descent down when you decided to strike a conversation again.

“What made you late?”

He looked over toward you, his mind zoned out from the pattering of the rain. “Mm?”

“To the stop, I mean." You smile sheepishly and waved your hand around. "I got here just as the bus left, but you were minutes behind.”

“Ah,” He nodded and pushed his hair back again. “My car is at the mechanics and I wasn’t sure when the coaches come around. I guess I was a little off.”

“Just a little.” You pinch your finger together as a small laugh falls from your lips.

A comfortable silence took over this time. You had yet to know the man’s name, but you knew that he was alright to be around for the time being. Who knows if there were weird people out in the rain coming to get you.

The rain only grew harder, causing you and the mystery man to push closer in hopes of staying out of the harsh weather and not freeze to death. Well, more so than already.

“I feel like I’ve seen you before.” The man spoke and glanced at you to see an amused glint in your eyes.

“Yeah?”

He squinted his eyes before snapping his fingers in recognition. “You’re the meteorologist on channel 8.”

You laugh softly and place your hands on your hips, smiling like you would on television. “The one and only.”

“I didn’t think I would meet a celebrity waiting for the coach.” The man chuckled and ended with a content smile, shaking his head at the fact he did meet someone everyone loved.

“Where do you work?” You ask out of the blue, catching him off guard. “It’s only right, you know my place of work.”

He raised his brows like it was the most obvious thing. “You’re on the tele.”

“Same difference.”

You both stared at each other as if you were in a silent competition before you looked away, clearing your throat. Sensing your fraction of discomfort, the man answered your question.

“I work down at the bookstore on King’s street. It’s beside the café.” He gestured toward where he came from and smiled when your eyes lit up.

“Oh! My friend Lily works down there. I love that place, they have everything I ever need in life.” You grin at the mention of your favorite store downtown, but purse your lips when you remember what exactly you had in your tote. “But, one of the books is kind of destroyed in my bag.”

"You destroyed public property?"

"Not on purpose!" You defend yourself and put a hand up, the small smile on your lips showing your true emotion. "That's not funny."

"It was."

You roll your eyes in an amused manner and settle into a short silence. Time felt like it was going so fast yet so slow, and you weren’t exactly sure what that meant. Picking at your nails, you ask him another question he hopefully knew the answer to.

"Since you work with Lily, do you know a guy named Remus? She said he worked there with her, she wants me to meet him."

He raised a singular brow at you and tucked his hands under his arms as the wind blew harder. "I may or may not know. Why?"

"She said we would hit it off right away." You shrug and shiver, causing your body to instinctively pull closer to the man beside you for warmth. "And every time she wants me to go over to meet him, I'm really busy with work."

He hummed and looked down at you, meeting your eyes with pure joy and mischief. "I think that you would hit it off right away."

"You think so?" You murmur, glancing down at his lips for a split second before looking back up to his eyes in shock at your own action.

"Oh, definitely. You'll have the time of your life with his horrid humor." He chuckled as you huffed a breath out, the heat from your mouth shown in front of you.

"As bad as you laughing at me for accidently destroying a library book?"

"Precisely." The man nodded in agreement, pulling you further back into the stop as a car drove by without slowing down. "How long have you been a meteorologist?"

"Oh gosh," You bite your lip in thought and go back to your first time actually working as a meteorologist. "Maybe two years officially? I studied a lot in college for it and was given an internship with NASA back in the states for my last year."

His lips turned-down into a smile, not that surprised by the fact with how much you loved your job. "I'm impressed."

"Thank you." You tilt your head down and look down at the ever growing puddle, sighing at the sight. "Although, sometimes I wish I had chosen a job back in the states rather than come back here."

"Why is that?"

"The weather here is mostly the same all year round. There's nothing too interesting about it." You gesture toward the rain.

As you pointed out the harsh rain you would always report on, the bus lights finally appeared through the thick fog. You shut your eyes in thanks before holding tightly onto your tote. But before the bus got to your stop, you decided to speak once more. Maybe, just maybe, the mystery man was alright.

"I never got your name."

He turned his head to you and shrugged, his brown hair splashing you with water. "Technically, I didn't get yours either."

"Doesn't count, I'm on television." You quip as the bus comes to a stop, but the look on the man’s face caught you off guard. "What is it? Why are you smiling weirdly?"

"I'm Remus Lupin." He struck his hand out and kissed your knuckles. "And it was a pleasure to hit it off with you."

"You're joking." You gape at the mysterious man who you could now identify as the same Remus Lily was talking about. "You're incorrigible."

"And your coach is going to leave you behind soon." He tilted his head toward the flashing headlights of the bus.

You purse your lips and quickly get your body on the bus. You paid your bill and turned around to see him still standing at the stop. Furrowing your brows, you call out to him only to be interrupted.

“Will I expect to see you in the bookstore soon?” He cupped his hands around his mouth to enhance his voice over the heavy rainfall.

A small smile graced your lips as you responded. “Maybe!”

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simplygojo · 8 months ago

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The Devil He Made Me - Ch. 3

Authors Note: Hello friends!! Thank you to everyone who has been reading this so far, I appreciate the kind DMs I’ve gotten :) I’m excited for this series a lot so I hope you enjoy, and oh boy am I only getting started. Let me know if you’d like to be tagged in the next chapter!!

ALSO I have been getting some requests, I am super sick right now so I will get to them asap but I LOVE the ideas y’all are giving me!! THANK YOU!

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x f/reader

Series Summary : After being found by Gojo and his first year students in a sticky situation, y/n joins Jujutsu High under the close supervision of Gojo. As time passes, the two of you become close, with a strong unspoken bond forming as you work together. Although, there is something dark looming over the situation, and those at Jujutsu High are determined to get to the bottom of it, before it is too late.

Chapter Summary : Tensions rise as Gojo and the first-years return from their mission, only to find y/n grappling with the growing mystery of her cursed energy. After a fateful encounter with Maki, and an accidental release of power, the higher-ups demand answers. Gojo decides to bring y/n along on their next mission, but when her cursed energy flares uncontrollably during a high-level curse battle, questions of who—or what—she truly is become impossible to ignore.

Word Count : 5k

Warnings : Some general violence, suggestive themes

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The mission at the community college had been tedious but successful. Gojo, Megumi, Nobara, and Yuji walked back onto school grounds, a mix of exhaustion and satisfaction hanging in the air. The sun was already sinking, casting the campus in a soft, warm glow. Despite the day’s events, Gojo’s stride remained as casual as ever, hands resting behind his head, as though he hadn’t just helped exorcise multiple curses.

Megumi was the first to notice you, pacing anxiously near the common area, your movements restless. He nudged Yuji, who caught on immediately and called out, “Y/n! We’re back!”

You stopped mid-step, eyes lighting up with excitement as you walked over to the group. “You guys! You’re back! I’ve been waiting to tell you something!”

Gojo quirked a brow, his usual playful smile stretching across his face, watching you cheerfully walk towards him. “Oh? Miss me?”

You rolled your eyes, though a grin tugged at your lips, your heart produced an extra beat. But, you ignored his comment. “I ran into Maki earlier, and…” You paused for dramatic effect, looking between Yuji, Megumi, and Nobara. “I accidentally released cursed energy. Actual cursed energy!”

There was a moment of silence as your words sunk in. Yuji’s face lit up like a firework, excitement practically bubbling out of him. “No way! That’s awesome, y/n!”

Nobara, leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed, raised an eyebrow. “Accidentally? Or are you secretly getting good at this?” She teased with a smile.

You gave a sheepish shrug, the memory of Maki’s provocation still fresh in your mind. “I wasn’t really trying. It just… happened. Maki kind of…well to sum it up I guess I just got frustrated.”

Gojo stepped closer, his curiosity piqued. “Frustration, huh? Strong emotions are usually a pretty good trigger for cursed energy.”

Megumi regarded you with his typical calm, analytical stare. “Was it controlled, or was it just a flare?”

“I think it was more of a flare,” you admitted. “But it was something. Everyone here has been waiting for me to do something.”

Yuji clapped you on the back with an encouraging grin. “Hey, progress is progress! You’re on your way.”

“Mm, a fluke maybe,” Nobara teased, though there was a hint of approval in her voice. “But if you’re already producing cursed energy by accident, imagine what you could do on purpose!”

You couldn’t help but feel a small sense of pride swell in your chest. For the first time since being found in the forest, you felt like you had a tiny bit of control over the strange circumstances you found yourself in.

Gojo’s voice interrupted your thoughts, his tone light but with a strange undercurrent that you couldn’t quite place. “Well, fluke or not, it’s a good sign. Guess I’m doing a pretty decent job with your training after all.”

Your eyes narrowed playfully at him. “You’re giving yourself too much credit.”

“Oh, come on,” he grinned, leaning a little too close, his voice dropping to a teasing whisper. “You know I’m the best you’ve ever had.” He let out a loud chuckle. “Best teacher, that is.”

You opened your mouth to retort but thought better of it, deciding not to feed into his usual antics. Instead, you took a step back, straightening up. “Yeah, well, I still don’t know how to use the cursed energy.”

Gojo’s grin softened just a bit, “Well then, that’s your focus for the next few days.” You nodded quietly, feeling the weight of the task settling on your shoulders. Without another word, you turned away, heading back to the couches to gather your things. The others had already started heading to their rooms, leaving you in the common area with only the faint echoes of their retreating footsteps.

As you bent down to collect your jacket, you felt eyes on you. Glancing up, you realized Gojo hadn’t left with the others. He stood there, casually leaning against the doorway, watching you with an unreadable expression.

“Is there something else, Gojo?” you asked, unsure why he was lingering.

“Not really,” he said shortly. His usual cocky grin had faded, replaced by a gentle smile that seemed strangely out of place—content, almost peaceful—nothing like the Gojo you were used to. “You know, y/n, most of the students around here call me ‘sensei,’” he added with a teasing lilt as you approached.

You let out a soft laugh, shaking your head. “I’m not doing that. Besides, we’re practically the same age. And I didn’t ask for you to be my teacher, so I think it’s fair I just call you by your name.”

As you tried to step past him, he moved quickly, his arm extending across the doorway, blocking your path. You froze, blinking up at him in surprise, caught off guard by the sudden proximity.

“So, that means we have a more casual relationship, then…” he said, his voice low, his gaze fixed on you with an intensity that made your pulse quicken.

You stared at him, unsure how to respond. There was no way he was serious. Gojo was a notorious tease, always testing boundaries with his playful charm. You told yourself this was just another one of his games—something to fluster you, to keep you on your toes. He didn’t mean anything by it… right?

With a shrug, you forced yourself to meet his gaze, hoping your smirk looked as confident as you wanted it to. “I guess so,” you replied, the words coming out more smug than you intended.

Before he could say anything else, you ducked swiftly under his arm, slipping past him and into the hallway. You kept your pace steady, resisting the urge to glance back, but you could feel his eyes on you the whole way.

Gojo watched you as you walked away, his thoughts lingering on the way you spoke to him, the way you moved, the way you handled yourself. There was something about you—something different, something he couldn’t quite put into words. You weren’t intimidated by him. Not in the way most people were. You challenged him in a way that made him feel… unsettled. Intrigued.

He couldn’t help but smile to himself, shaking his head as he pushed off from the doorway and followed in the direction you had gone. There was a lot he didn’t understand about you yet. But one thing was certain—you were far more interesting than he had expected.

—

Later that evening, after everyone had settled back into their routines, you found yourself alone in the common area, curled up on the couch with a book that Inumaki had lent you about the inner workings of cursed energy. It was peaceful, the kind of quiet that you had grown to appreciate after the chaos of training and missions. You absentmindedly flipped through the pages, your mind wandering back to the encounter with Maki.

It had been such a small moment—an accident, really. But the cursed energy that flared from your hands had felt real, like something buried deep within you–something that wasn’t there before–had been awakened, however briefly. You had no memory of your life before being found in that forest, but for the first time, you wondered if this power had always been inside you.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps. You glanced up to see Gojo sauntering into the room, his hands in his pockets and his signature grin plastered on his face. He plopped down beside you on the couch without so much as a greeting, stretching out his long legs and letting out a content sigh.

“Enjoying the quiet?” he asked, his voice calm as he leaned closer to you to see what you were reading.

You shrugged, closing your book. “It’s nice… for a change.”

For a moment, neither of you said anything. The silence wasn’t uncomfortable, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something Gojo wasn’t saying. His usually playful demeanor seemed… muted. And it wasn’t like him to sit still for this long.

Eventually, he broke the silence. “Are you sure you don’t remember anything? From the forest?”

Your stomach flipped at the question. You had gone over this a hundred times with Shoko, but every time he brought it up, his voice had a new edge—like he wasn’t just asking out of curiosity anymore.

“I’ve told you,” you said, a little more defensively than you intended. “I don’t remember anything. It’s all a blur. I’m not some enemy trying to infiltrate the ‘jujutsu world’ or whatever.”

Gojo tilted his head, his smile softening into something that almost looked like concern. “No strange dreams? No flashes of memory? Nothing?”

“No,” you replied firmly, though his questions had begun to unsettle you. “Why? Do you think there’s something I should remember?”

Gojo leaned his head back and let his gaze drift to the ceiling. You noticed his jaw clench as he did so. "Nah, I just thought that maybe something might come back eventually."

You narrowed your eyes at him, not quite believing his casual tone. “Is that really why you’re asking?”

Gojo chuckled, though it was a bit more forced than usual. “Maybe I’m just worried about you.”

“Worried about me?” You raised an eyebrow. “Since when did you become a big worrier?”

“Since I found you half-conscious in a forest with no memory,” he replied smoothly, though there was a new tension in his voice.

There it was—the shift you had been sensing in him lately. He was always teasing, always playing around, but in the past few weeks, there had been moments like this where something in his tone changed. Like he was watching you more closely, paying attention in a way that made your skin tingle and your heart flutter. But just as quickly as it came, it disappeared. His usual smirk returned, and the moment passed.

“Don’t overthink it,” Gojo said, standing up abruptly, a mischievous glint in his eye. “I’m a curious guy, and you’re a mystery to us all right now.” He paused, patting down his pockets as if searching for something. “That means you really are just my type, y/n.”

Your breath hitched slightly at his words, but before you could say anything, he casually pulled a small white pastry box from his pocket and placed it on the couch cushion where he had just been sitting. “Picked this up today in Tokyo while heading back from the mission,” he added with a nonchalant shrug before strolling toward the door.

You stared at the box, trying to process the whirlwind that was Gojo Satoru. One moment he was making cryptic comments, the next he was leaving you sweets. ‘What a strange guy,’ you thought to yourself, shaking your head at his unpredictability. There was always something about him that kept you guessing, that made it impossible to fully figure him out. He was an enigma, equal parts charm and mystery, with a habit of leaving you just as intrigued as you were confused.

Curiosity finally got the best of you, and you reached for the box, unfolding it to reveal a freshly baked, delicious-smelling chocolate chunk cookie. You couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at your lips as you stared down at the treat, warmth spreading in your chest. For all his teasing and unpredictability, Gojo had a way of surprising you in the most unexpected ways.

Taking a bite, you practically melted at the taste—it was perfect, like everything else he seemed to do effortlessly. As you savoured the sweetness, you glanced at the door where Gojo had disappeared.

‘Maybe he’s not as impossible as I thought,’ you mused, biting back a grin. Even if he was a strange guy, maybe, just maybe, there was more to him than he let on. And with that, you enjoyed your treat and returned to your studies.

—

Meanwhile, in the administrative wing of the school, Nanami, Principal Yaga, and a few other higher-ranking sorcerers had gathered for a private meeting. The topic of conversation was you—and the growing concern surrounding your mysterious past.

Nanami sat at the table, his brow furrowed as he listened to the others discuss the situation. He had always been one to trust his instincts, and something about you didn’t sit right with him. He wasn’t suspicious of you, per se, but the circumstances surrounding your discovery were troubling.

“We still have no idea where she came from,” one of the sorcerers said, shaking his head. “No family, no records. It’s like she just appeared out of nowhere.”

Principal Yaga nodded thoughtfully, his hands clasped in front of him. “And she has no memory of anything before we found her?”

“None,” Nanami confirmed. “Shoko has done multiple tests. Everything comes up clean. But that doesn’t mean she’s not dangerous.”

Nanami’s words hung in the air, the unspoken implications clear. While you hadn’t shown any signs of malicious intent, the lack of information made everyone uneasy. In the world of jujutsu sorcery, too many unknowns could lead to disaster.

“What about her cursed energy?” Yaga asked.

“She’s shown some potential,” Nanami replied. “But it’s raw. Uncontrolled.”

“And Gojo?” another sorcerer chimed in. “He’s the one working with her most closely.”

Nanami’s jaw tightened slightly at the mention of Gojo’s name. “Gojo believes she’s harmless. But he also has a tendency to take risks.”

Principal Yaga’s eyes narrowed, clearly weighing the situation carefully. “We can’t afford to ignore this. If there’s even a chance she could become a threat…”

“We should monitor her more closely,” Nanami suggested. “Let her accompany Gojo and his students on missions. That way, we can observe how her cursed energy reacts in different situations.”

There was a murmur of agreement around the table, though the atmosphere remained tense. No one wanted to treat you as an enemy, but the unpredictability of your situation was too great to ignore.

Principal Yaga leaned back in his chair, his expression grim. “Keep an eye on her. But if anything changes—if she shows any sign of being a threat—we’ll have to eliminate her.”

Nanami nodded, though there was a heaviness in his chest. He didn’t want to think the worst of you, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to your story than anyone realized.

—

It was two days later when Gojo approached you with the news.

“You’re coming with us on the next mission,” he said casually, as though it were the most normal thing in the world.

You blinked, looking up from where you were seated on the outdoor training grounds, a faint breeze rustling through the trees as you practiced your breathing exercises. “Wait, what? I’m going with you?”

Gojo strolled over, hands stuffed in his pockets, before plopping down on the grass beside you, stretching out in his usual relaxed manner. “Yep. Nanami and the higher-ups want to see how you handle real-life situations with curses, so you’ll be tagging along. It’s mostly for observation, though. Don’t worry, I won’t throw you into the fire.”

You frowned, setting aside the faint energy you had been trying to summon. Your fingers trailed over the grass absentmindedly as you narrowed your eyes at him. “And you’re okay with that? Letting them spy on me?”

Gojo’s expression didn’t shift much, but his eyes—those usually carefree, playful eyes—darkened just a little. “They’re just being cautious. No need to take it personally.”

“Right,” you muttered, sarcasm lacing your tone. “Because being treated like a ticking time bomb is totally not personal.”

Gojo sighed, leaning back on his arms and staring up at the blue sky. “It’s not that simple. You’re still a puzzle to everyone, including yourself. Until we know more about where you came from and what you’re capable of, there’s going to be some hesitation. You get that, don’t you?”

You hated to admit it, but he was right. You had no idea who you really were or what had happened to you before Gojo and the first-years found you in that forest. As much as you wanted to believe you were harmless, the unknowns surrounding your situation were hard to ignore.

Still, it stung to be treated like an experiment.

“So, what exactly am I supposed to do on this mission?” you asked, shifting the topic slightly, your voice quieter now.

Gojo’s grin returned, though there was still a hint of seriousness beneath it. “Observe, mostly. Keep an eye on how curses react around you and try to get a feel for controlling your cursed energy in a real situation. I’ll be there to guide you, so no need to panic.”

You shot him a skeptical look, brushing stray grass off your pants. “That’s reassuring.”

He chuckled, leaning in a little closer, his voice lowering just enough to send a shiver down your spine. “Trust me. I’ve got you.”

For a brief moment, his playful mask seemed to slip, and you caught a glimpse of something deeper in his eyes—something protective. It was fleeting, though, and before you could dwell on it, Gojo was back to his usual self, standing up and stretching his arms over his head.

“Anyway, get some rest tonight. We leave early tomorrow.”

He gave you one last lazy wave before turning to head back toward the school, leaving you to sit in the growing twilight, the weight of his words settling in. Trust him… Easier said than done.

—

The next morning, you found yourself standing alongside Gojo, Megumi, and Yuji at the gates of the school. The atmosphere was unusually tense, likely due to the nature of the mission. Gojo had explained that the team had been called to investigate a cemetery that had been plagued by a high-level curse, and while it was supposed to be routine, there was always the possibility that things could go sideways.

You weren’t sure how you felt about being thrown into the mix so soon, especially after the incident with Maki. But Gojo had insisted that it would be fine, and as much as you hated to admit it, you trusted him. His carefree attitude aside, Gojo had proven time and time again that he was more than capable of handling dangerous situations.

“Ready for your first mission?” Yuji asked, bouncing on his heels with excitement.

You offered a small smile, though your stomach was doing flips. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

“Don’t worry, we’ve got your back,” He said, giving you a reassuring nod. “Just stick close to us.”

Megumi, standing a little further back, glanced at you with his usual unreadable expression. “If anything happens, don’t hesitate to use your cursed energy, even if it’s just a flare. These curses are quick.”

You nodded, appreciating his calm presence. Even though you hadn’t known Megumi for long, there was something about him that put you at ease. Maybe it was his no-nonsense attitude or the way he always seemed to have things under control. Either way, it helped.

Gojo led the way as the group set off toward the cemetery. It wasn’t too far from the school grounds, but the oppressive energy that seemed to hang over the area was enough to send a chill down your spine. As you approached the iron gates, you could feel the cursed energy in the air—thick, heavy, and familiar...

“This is it,” Gojo said, his tone more serious than you were used to. “Stay close, and don’t wander off. We don’t know exactly what we’re dealing with yet.”

The cemetery was eerily quiet as you all stepped inside. The overgrown grass rustled faintly in the wind, and the gravestones seemed to loom larger than they should have. You could feel the cursed energy pulsing beneath your feet, like the ground itself was alive with something dark and dangerous.

Gojo motioned for the group to spread out slightly, keeping a cautious distance from each other as they scanned the area for any signs of the curse. You stayed close to Yuji, your heart pounding in your chest as you tried to keep your own cursed energy in check. It was difficult—the atmosphere here made your skin prickle, and you could feel your cursed energy stirring just beneath the surface.

“Stay calm,” Gojo’s voice rang out softly, his eyes sharp as they scanned the cemetery. “We’ll handle whatever comes our way.”

You nodded, swallowing hard as you tried to focus on keeping your energy under control. But something about this place was getting to you. The air felt thick, suffocating, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was watching you.

Suddenly, Megumi stopped, his eyes narrowing as he pointed ahead. “There.”

At first, you didn’t see it, but then, out of the corner of your eye, you caught a glimpse of movement. A shadow, slipping between the gravestones, too fast to track. Your heart skipped a beat as the cursed energy in the air spiked, the oppressive force nearly knocking you off balance.

“It’s moving,” Yuji said, tensing as he prepared for a fight.

Gojo’s grin returned, though there was a sharpness in his eyes that told you he was ready for whatever was coming. “Alright, team. Let’s make this quick!”

The curse made itself known then, rising from the shadows, a grotesque figure with six twisted limbs and three hollow eyes. It moved with unnatural speed, lunging toward Megumi with a snarl, but he was quick to summon his shikigami, meeting the attack head-on.

The battle erupted around you, and for a moment, you were frozen, unsure of what to do. Your cursed energy was still pulsing wildly inside you, but you didn’t know how to control it. You could only watch as Yuji and Megumi moved with practiced precision, their cursed techniques flowing effortlessly as they fought off the creature. And that is when you noticed a lack of Gojo’s presence. You were just stood there watching, frozen in place.

Suddenly, you felt a surge of cursed energy within yourself—stronger than anything you’d felt before. It came out of nowhere, like a dam breaking, and you gasped as the energy flared to life around you. The sensation was overwhelming, electric, as it crackled along your skin, raw and untamed. Your breath hitched, memories of your accidental release in front of Maki flashing in your mind. But this time, there was something different—this time, you could feel it building in your palms, swirling with more intensity than ever before.

“Y/n!” Gojo’s voice cut through the haze, sharp with concern. You blinked, trying to regain your focus, but everything around you seemed to blur. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a figure moving jaggedly toward you—a curse, creeping closer.

Your heartbeat quickened, panic rising. Your mind screamed at you to move, to act, but your body felt frozen in place, the cursed energy continuing to surge uncontrollably within you. The adrenaline hit you like a wave, along with an undeniable frustration—an anger, even—at feeling so powerless. Your body reacted on instinct.

Without thinking, your hands glowed a bright blue, cursed energy pouring into your palms. It was hot, too hot, burning as it built up, and before you could process what was happening, you let it go. The blast of raw power shot forward, aimed directly at the curse.

The energy struck the creature with a force that staggered it, causing it to shriek in pain. The cursed form writhed as it absorbed the blow, disoriented and vulnerable. It gave Yuji the opening he needed. He didn’t waste a second, leaping forward with a yell and delivering a final blow laced with a streak of red cursed energy. The curse crumbled into ash, dissolving into the wind.

For a moment, everything was still.

You stood there, breathless, the remnants of cursed energy buzzing faintly across your skin. Your hands tingled, shaking slightly as if they hadn’t quite registered the release of power. The cemetery, once filled with the sounds of battle, was now eerily silent. And then, you noticed it—all eyes were on you. Yuji, Megumi, even Gojo. Everyone was staring, as though they had just witnessed something… different, something they hadn’t expected from you.

The weight of their gazes made your chest tighten. You felt exposed, vulnerable, like a secret part of you had just been revealed—one that you didn’t fully understand yourself.

Gojo was the first to speak, stepping closer. His usual playful demeanor had dimmed, replaced with an emotion you couldn’t quite place. Concern? Pride? Maybe both. His voice was uncharacteristically soft, yet carried a strange intensity. “Well, that was impressive, but a close one, y/n.”

His words hit you like a cold splash of water, pulling you out of your daze. You looked down at your hands, still trembling. “I… I didn’t mean to do that,” you murmured, almost to yourself.

Yuji came up behind you, his hand landing on your back in a reassuring pat. His smile was warm, but his eyes reflected a hint of worry. “Accidental or not, you helped. That’s what matters.”

Even Megumi, who was always so stoic, nodded at you, his gaze steady. “You did well.”

Despite their reassurances, a sinking feeling formed in the pit of your stomach. That power you had unleashed—it didn’t feel like it was entirely yours. The cursed energy felt foreign, almost as though it had been pulled from somewhere deep inside, a place you hadn’t known existed. The sensation unsettled you.

As you stood there, still trying to process what had just happened, you could feel Gojo’s eyes on you. Unlike the others, his expression wasn’t one of relief or approval—it was far more unreadable. His gaze lingered longer than usual, as if he were trying to unravel something, some mystery that only he could sense.

It was the same question that had hung silently between you since the day he found you.

What are you?

His silence carried that question now, as did the way he watched you with a mix of curiosity and concern. He didn’t say it, but you knew. You could feel it. And what scared you most was the nagging fear that you might not want to know the answer.

“You two go see if there are any other low level curses lingering, meet us back here.” Gojo instructed to Yuji and Megumi, who quickly went to secure the area.

Gojo’s voice broke through your thoughts once more, this time quieter, more subdued. “You’re pushing yourself too hard,” he said, his tone laced with an unspoken concern. He took a quick step toward you. “You’re still new to this. You shouldn’t be able to summon cursed energy that strong… not yet.”

You looked up at him, the faint tremor still lingering in your hands, tears welling in your eyes, threatening to spill over. It took you a second to fully realize just how close he was—closer than he usually stood. Your breath caught in your throat as you noticed his blindfold, usually obscuring his gaze, now hung loosely around his neck. It was startling, seeing his ocean-blue eyes for the first time without any barrier, and they were locked onto yours, as if searching for something beneath your surface.

His gaze was intense, almost too much to bear, like a storm brewing just behind the calm sea of his eyes. The way he looked at you, so deeply, so fully—it felt like he could see right through you, down to the very core of your being. Your heart pounded in your chest, and for a moment, it was as though the world had shrunk down to just the two of you standing there, in the aftermath of whatever it was that had just happened.

“I don’t know what happened,” your voice was barely a whisper, shaky, raw with emotion. “It just… came out. Like I couldn’t stop it. I-I’m sorry.”

His frown deepened, the sharp edges of his usual confidence dulling as his expression softened in a way you hadn’t seen before. His eyes, so clear and unguarded now, reflected something you hadn’t expected to see in him: worry. For the briefest moment, the mask he wore, the one that shielded him from the world, slipped. His vulnerability was laid bare, just for you to see.

“That’s exactly what worries me,” he murmured, more to himself than to you, his voice a low, hushed tone that sent a shiver down your spine. His words lingered in the air, heavy with a meaning that neither of you fully understood yet.

For a second, his hand twitched, like he was about to reach out, to touch you, but he stopped himself. The space between you felt charged, a tension hanging in the air that was as palpable as the energy crackling through your fingertips earlier. His closeness, the warmth of his presence, the way his gaze softened as it held yours—it all felt too much, and yet, not enough. You could feel the pull between you, something unspoken, lingering in the narrow distance that separated you.

But then, just as quickly as it had appeared, that moment of vulnerability was gone. Gojo stepped back, the mask of his usual calm, collected self sliding back into place like a practiced routine. His playful smirk returned, though there was still something different about it, like the echoes of his concern hadn’t fully faded yet.

“Don’t think too much about it for now,” he said, his tone light but his gaze still serious. “Just… rest. We’ll figure this out. You’re okay.” And with two fingers he lifted his blindfold back into place.

You nodded, though your mind was far from calm. Your hands still shook slightly, your heart still raced from the intensity of the moment. But more than anything, it was the memory of his eyes, his bare, unfiltered gaze, that lingered long after he turned to walk away, leaving you with more questions than answers.

As Gojo turned to walk away, his usual swagger in each step, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was shifting—that this wasn’t just about you anymore. All of the mystery surrounding you was concerning.

And in that moment, you realized he wasn’t just concerned about your situation—he was concerned for you.

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donutz · 1 year ago

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Yandere Catnap x female Smiling Critter cat reader

Request from Wattpad-! Here you go Buttmens(💀)☆

Being locked up in these cells is insufferable.

Catnap and I can’t do anything.

We both operate on sleeping. So we both have the red gas. We both used it, it was built into our system. Yet we end up into these cells for it. Apparently, it causes violent nightmares. From Catnap’s gas. Neither the workers nor I know if my gas causes nightmares.

They still put me in containment. Plus, I was similar to Catnap, not approaching the kids. So they were all wary about me and that gas product.

Even when Catnap and I are locked up, we still communicate. Not verbally. Telepathically, you could say. We intertwine our tails to communicate. Our tails are very long so it’s not hard.

Catnap’s planning to kill the people in this place. To work with Experiment 1006, seeing him as a god, and he’ll save us. Considering Catnap is just a kid(Hmm… I wonder why I bolded, underlined, and italicized the word kid… Hmm…)

You’d think he’d be joking because he’s a kid. But, considering who Catnap is, he’s not. At random times of the day he’d whisper, “THE PROTOTYPE WILL SAVE US.” Or something like that.

I’m not sure if I’ll follow Prototype—

“Hey guys…”

The sound of your bright friend’s voice interrupted both of your thoughts.

“Uhm. A kid drew both of you, they were wondering if you were going to come back…” He gave you two the kid’s drawings, it was sloppy, but you appreciated it.

“Do you… Know, when you two are coming back…?” You said no, while Catnap didn’t answer.

“Oh…”

You reach your paw out the cell, and put your finger on Dogday’s head. You then move it to his ears, petting him.

“We’ll come back, Dogday. Eventually.”

Moving to the underside of his chin, you give him scratches.

“Mm.. Okay!” His tail was wagging pretty fast, as he is a dog.

Then you gave him a small poke on his nose, “Now you go on and make the kids happy, okay?” You said.

“Mhm! Bye you two!” He waved his paw, signaling his goodbyes.

Normally, from you doing that to someone. Catnap would get pretty jealous. But it’s Dogday. So it’s okay. Catnap trusts Dogday, he knows he wouldn’t do that. Not to Catnap.

Though you could still see the jealousy on his face. He gave you that spooooky scare, silently communicating on why you did it.

“It was because I knew he needed some comfort Catnap. We’ll stay together until the end.” (Not in the romantic adult way, like the way when kids got little crushes on each other or somethin. The type you’d see in little kids shows, it’s rare, but it’s there. I will NOT make the reader feel that way about Catnap).

Then he stopped looking so jealous.

Now it’s the day. The day Catnap will act out, he’s already out of his cell, because he snuck the worker’s keys. Then he let you out.

“Do you… Want to kill with me…?” He asked.

You weren’t too sure. Not the critters, not the toys. Not any of the toys. Just the bad adults and stuff.

“Only the bad adults..” You answered, you weren’t sure if he’d accept the answer, but thankfully he did. He then left.

You were alone now.

‘I should alert the critters.’ You thought.

They were all in a room, then you rushed into it.

“YOU ALL NEED TO RUN. GET THE KIDS TO A SAFE PLACE. SOMETHING BAD WILL HAPPEN ANY SECOND—”

Screams. Men and women, kids. They were all yelling and screaming. Out of fear, not of joy. The critters were confused? What were you talking about? Why did they hear someone scream? And why wasn’t it from joy?

“GET THE KIDS. NOW.” They were all asking questions, but followed along. Well, Dogday mainly did, as the leader he multitasked. Getting the critters and kids safe. Though it wasn’t very successful.

You had to run. Run over to kill the ‘bad adults’. Like you said you would.

A few minutes later, you were managing to get the kids to a safe place while looking for your targets. You found it. The man who tortured and teased you and Catnap.

You can’t go back on this now.

You scruffed him with your paw and hesitantly ate him. Your pupils dilated. The taste was wonderful. You didn’t care about the kids anymore, you killed them. Threw them roughly to a wall, stomped on them, y’know, to put them out of their misery before you ate them?

You still had somewhat of a heart. Even killing all of these innocent children.

Ugh. That sounds gross, the adrenaline wore off for a second, and you could see the murder you caused.

All the blood, dead bodies. That was because of you! Catnap's so proud of you for doing such a good job!

He's quite surprised that you even got the courage to kill people. You were on the nicer side, trying to not have Catnap escalate things in his cold head(Even at his young age).

So to see you murdering people?! It was very entertaining.

You were looking at the bodies. Just staring. Then you saw Catnap. He walked up to you.

“Good… Job.” He praised.

Your pupils dilated from that. He rubbed his head against yours, cuddling with you slightly.

You could hear his purrs!

You cuddled back, purring. Just you two being cats. Extracting all of the— blood. That's spread around the place.

You're just a cat ^_^.

After the hour of joy, Catnap and you were just searching over the place, making sure there were no survivors. Though, Catnap sped away, possibly looking for someone.

You hoped Dogday was safe.

10 years later, you now ‘worshiped’ Catnap.

The way you thought about Catnap is the way Catnap thought about the Prototype.

Sadly, Dogday didn't believe in the Prototype. So he's… Chained up. You comfort him at times, Catnap doesn't really let you be around him. But you know he won't do anything, as long as he's watching.

Other than that you two were the cuddliest kittens ever!!!

Such a cute cat duo!!

You two would be a star if you didn't murder people.

#poppy playtime #poppy playtime x reader #smiling critters #female reader #yandere #yandere poppy playtime #catnap #yandere catnap #yandere catnap x reader #yandere catnap x female reader #yandere catnap x female smiling critter cat reader #smiling critter cat reader #female smiling critter cat reader

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 3 months ago

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Three's a Crowd 1

Warnings: non/dubcon and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Steve Abnesti, Steve Rogers, Steve Kemp

Summary: You're offered a deal without all the details.

Note: I'm stupid okay and fixed the description, etc.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

You mop your face with the crumpled tissues. You swear, you cry more about people you never met than your own grandmother. You just can’t help it. No one should ever feel this pain, yet here’s a whole room of people struggling. Just like you.

Martin stares at the floor as the room sinks into the silent aftermath of his words. He lost his daughter in a crash ten years ago and he’s still here. You can see in his posture, in his eyes, that he still feels it as if it were yesterday.

You pinch your nose with the kleenex and gulp. You flutter your lashes and your gaze snags on another figure. Steve sits with one foot up on the bar of the stool, the other extended to the floor. A man his size makes the tall stools look small. His eyes crinkle before you look away.

Rita sighs, “thank you everyone for being here. It’s always nice to have you. As usual, there are refreshments. Please have some before you go. I’ll be here for a bit if anyone needs to chat.” She clasps her hands together and gives a forlorn smile. “Don’t forget to do your journalling.”

Martin gets up first. He doesn’t stay. He goes to get his coat from the rack of hangers. You slide off your seat as a few others trickle over to the table of cups next to an insulated urn and tray of cookies.

You check the time. You have the time to get a few before your shift. You wait your turn and sense another behind you. You grab a napkin and take one of the cookies from the array of chocolate, macadamia, and oatmeal. You glance over, and up, at Steve.

“You off to work?” He asks as he notes your uniform.

“Yeah, again,” you stop and fill a cup of coffee.

“Mm, I couldn’t imagine working after all this,” he says.

“Gotta pay the bills,” you shrug. “I... I hope it’s not overstepping but I liked what you said about your wife today. About how missing her is a reminder of how lucky you were to meet her.” You chew your lip and your eyes tinge. You sniffle. “I’m sorry you lost her.”

“Yes, well,” he takes a cup of his own.

He wears a blazer over a dark red shirt. The cut looks expensive; too expensive for here. And the gold frame of his glasses are a bit dated but the Prada on the arm suggests not. You always catch yourself judging and feel bad. You just can’t help but think he could probably afford better than the free community grief counseling.

“We’ve all lost someone,” he continues. “Your grandmother, right?”

“Uh, yes,” you frown. “She raised me.”

“Sounds like a very noble woman,” he remarks. “Oh, don’t let me keep you,” he checks his watch. The bend of his arm causes his muscles to bulge in his sleeve. “I hope it is a quick night for you.”

“Thanks, Steve. I’ll see you next week.”

“Next week,” he assures you and blows over his cup.

You stop to grab your fleece-lined hoodie before you head out. It’s bitterly cold out but your old wool coat went missing in the work breakroom. At your second job. The first one, you at least get a locker. You tried to factor a replacement from your next check but most of that will go to rent.

You sigh as you approach the stop, nursing the hot coffee and nibbling on the cookie. There’s no shelter there. The winds swirl around you and seep through your thrifted sweater. Can’t complain for a four dollar bargain.

A car slows as it passes and the tinted window rolls down. It’s nice. Sleek. Fancy. Well above what someone working a drive-thru window can afford. Steve shoves his large hand out and waves. You wave back, biting down on your embarrassment.

You turn your attention up the street and watch for the bus. When it comes, the last of your coffee is cold and your fingers are tingling but numb. You sit and rub your palms together as you watch through the window.

You get to the burger place right before you’re set to start. You clock in and put on the mandated visor and start your vigil in the window. You’re not allowed to wear any coat except the company-issued one but you can’t afford to order one. So you shiver in your long-sleeved tee and keep the window closed between customers.

A deep voice greets you from the speaker, “hello, um, might I ask what the wacky sauce is?”

You give it some thought. No one’s ever really asked. They just order extra and throw a fit if you forget it. You turn and grab a packet and hurriedly examine the ingredients, droning out an ‘ummmmmmm’ into the microphone. You do your best to explain.

“Mm, can I get the double without that?”

You agree. It sounds gross once you look at the label. You key in their order as they make it a combo with your prompting. You tell them to drive around and get the machine ready for payment.

You slide the window open and hold back a brrr. You nearly cough as you’re greeted by a familiar face. It’s Steve.

“Huh, what are the odds? I thought you sound familiar.” He smirks.

“Oh, hi,” you offer the screen for him to tap his card. You didn’t take him for the fastfood sort.

“Bust night,” he muses.

“A little,” you agree. “Do you need your receipt.

“No, thanks, sweetie,” he winks. “Nice to see a friendly face.”

He slowly rolls away and you slide the window shut. Ugh, you’re freezing. Not to mention a bit ashamed. It’s not hard to guess where you work since you wear your uniform all too often to the meetings, but it’s another to be seen out in the wild.

Does it really matter? The group is not about judging. It’s about listening. If anything, a guy like him will forget this all in the shadow of the exciting things going on in his life.

#steve abnesti #steve kemp #steve rogers #dark steve abnesti #dark steve rogers #dark steve kemp #dark!steve rogers #dark!steve kemp #dark!steve abnesti #steve abnesti x reader #steve kemp x reader #steve rogers x reader #captain america #marvel #mcu #avengers #spiderhead #fresh

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lovemybluebully · 4 months ago

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Was That A Snort?

Written specially for @whiskeyandcigarsmoke Thank you for supporting my writing! 😭 I always feel slightly awkward when anyone who is not in the t-community reads my stuff because most probably think I'm a fucking weirdo for centering all my fics around tickling, but I appreciate your open-mindedness and ability to see the cute aspect of it all. 🥰

Some snorty, ticklish Logan for your viewing pleasure!

"Deadpool and Wolverine"-verse

ler!Wade/Deadpool x lee!Logan/Wolverine

Word Count: 6,504 (Sorry it came out kinda long. 😬)

Wade yawned as he wandered into the kitchen one morning in his bathrobe to put on a pot of coffee, cursing as he remembered on his way in that they had run out the day before. Much to his surprise the smell of fresh coffee hit his nostrils as he found that there was a pot already freshly brewed on the countertop.

An explanation of how that came to be was revealed when a rustle of paper to the side drew his attention as he turned to find Logan sitting at the small kitchen table and quietly reading the newspaper. He was already fully dressed and looked like he had been up for a while.

"Well someone's an early riser today. Thanks for handling the coffee situation," Wade toasted him with a mug he had grabbed from the shelf in one of the cupboards before filling it from the bubbling hot pot.

"Couldn't find any here this morning so I went to the store and picked some up. Grabbed some donuts while I was out too. Help yourself," Logan nodded to the pink carboard box on the table without even looking up from his paper.

"Yess! Did you happen to get any of the cream-filled ones?" Wade asked hopefully, sitting at the table next to him as Logan reached over and flipped the box open for him.

"Yeah, there should be a couple in there somewhere. Also got some of those ones with the kiddie cereal on top that I know ya like."

Wade squealed in excitement as he plucked a donut covered in Lucky Charms from the box, moaning over-excessively as he took a large bite.

"Mmmm! Oh God, mmm MM! That's a literal flavor-filled orgasm in my mouth. You're an absolute angel," Wade carried on as Logan huffed through his nose with a small smile.

"I don't appreciate the slander, Wilson. And I was kinda enjoying the peace and quiet so would ya mind keepin' it down a little?"

Wade nodded and replied between chews.

"Yup. I can do that. Mmm hmm. Not a peep from me. Won't even know I'm here," he then began loudly sucking the melted icing off of his fingers before looking up to find Logan giving him a hard stare, "I'm sorry, would you like some?"

Wade offered him his hand as Logan grimaced in disgust and leaned away from him, trying to get back to reading.

"All yours, bub. Couldn't pay me to suck on those fingers."

"Are you implying that I could pay you to suck on something else? Because if that's true then have I got the proposition for you," Wade suggestively spoke in a lower tone, pleased to see he'd managed to get under Logan's skin as he promptly threw down his newspaper with a groan

"Can't you ever just be fucking normal for one day?"

"Let me see.....uhhh nope. I'm afraid there's no changing me. And you, my friend, are lucky to have a front row seat to the amazing world of Wade," he placed a hand on Logan's knee and teasingly danced his fingers up his inner thigh before being slapped away.

"My eternal punishment you mean. If God himself were to take pity on me and strike me down today it still wouldn't have been soon enough," Logan shook his head as he folded up the newspaper to put aside while Wade narrowed his eyes in response to his last comment.

"Say sike right now," he pointed a demanding finger at the other man who only tilted his head in slight confusion.

"What's that mean?"

"It means take it back, you insolent pig!"

"What? Did I actually hit a nerve?" Logan smirked, taking a bite of the old-fashioned donut he'd just selected from the box.

"I'm gonna have to plead the fifth. That's gross by the way," Wade cringed a little at how Logan dunked his donut into his coffee before biting into it, "But in theory if I were to say that you did, would you apologize?"

"Not even on my theoretical death bed, dipshit," Logan flipped Wade his middle finger as he ate the last bite of his donut.

Wade knew he was just playing his game with him, but that didn't mean he couldn't consider options for reprisal.

"Always such a charmer. Well in that case how about if I make you take it back, stud?"

Logan scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"Pffft, good one. How the fuck do ya think you're gonna do that?"

"I have my ways. I'm a highly trained mercenary you know and believe it or not I have a plethora of all kinds of torture methods stored inside my pea-sized brain," Wade smiled innocently as Logan just nodded, never one to take anything the man said completely serious.

"Sure, bub. I'm warning ya though, you give me another wet willy and I'm throwing your ass out that window over there," he gestured over his shoulder to the window on the far wall where a three-story drop would await the prankster.

"Dually noted. Do not worry your Canadian cojones about it though, I have no doubt the inspiration will come to me," Wade tapped the side of his head.

"Well don't exhaust your last brain cell tryin' to figure it out," Logan slapped him on the back as he got up from his chair and walked to the counter to refill his coffee, "I've got over 200 years of experience under my belt, and I've been conditioned to resist any kinda torture you can possibly think of."

"Anything, huh?" Wade pondered aloud, observing the man who had his back to him as he filled up his mug and fiddled with the sugar packets at the counter.

He knew Logan spoke with truth as the X-man became a storyteller when drunk and described many instances where he'd been made to suffer by enemies. Everything from as minor as being burnt with lit cigarettes all the way up to more grotesque things like being vivisected while fully conscious. Not to mention the excruciating adamantium process that he had barely survived.

Like Wade, Logan's pain threshold was off the charts and the man really could take a lot of physical abuse. Of course, Wade wasn't compelled to hurt him that badly, or even at all. He really only wanted to get a good response from him that would serve as lighthearted payback.

He just had the urge to put hands on him, though Logan had already warned him against the wet willies, and messing with his hair was also a call for trouble. He'd risk his prestigious reputation for being eccentric if he didn't think of something quick.

"Awful quiet back there, Wade. Shit, must be too late. Not one intelligible thought left in that head of yours, huh? Halle-fuckin'-lujah, I thought this day would never come."

He could practically hear the arrogant smirk on Logan's face and before Wade knew it, he was instinctively out of his seat and silently approaching behind Logan who was preoccupied with trying to clean up the sugar he'd spilled onto the counter space.

"Such a damn shame. Guess we won't be calling you 'The Merc With the Mouth' anymore. You can be the 'The Merc Who Finally Shut His Annoying Fucking-'.....!!!" His words were cut off by a gasp when he felt fingers digging into his ribcage from behind as his legs nearly buckled from the sensations.

His arms snapped down against his sides while he writhed for a few seconds against the counter before an unfortunate laugh made it out from his lips. He immediately bit it back as he finally managed to turn around and shove the attacking merc several feet away.

Logan's brows drew together as he just gaped incredulously at his daring roommate.

"The fuck are you doing?!"

Wade was grinning like a predator that had just cornered its prey; his mind racing in overdrive at having detected an actual weakness of the gruff Wolverine, who now had complete alarm plastered all over his face.

"Hmm, looks like I'm the one now who has struck a nerve. A ticklish nerve by the looks of it," Wade rubbed his hands together menacingly, growing more excited by the moment as Logan's eyes widened in unmitigated panic.

"What?! Tickling?! That's ridiculous! You just....surprised me is all!" He stammered out very unconvincingly while Wade delighted in watching him figuratively squirm.

"Funny, I've never seen literally anyone have that reaction to being surprised. But okay, let me try what I just did one more time except now you won't be surprised by it, right? Coming in hot...," Wade had his hands raised into clawed form with fingers wiggling as he started to lunge for the other man, but Logan instantly put his own hands up in defense to halt him.

"Alright Wade, alright. Fuck. You win. I'm a little ticklish. But Wade c'mon, this is asinine. I'm a grown man. You can't just fucking tickle me," Logan tried to reason with him even though he knew it was all for nothing, receiving that confirmation by the way that Wade laughed at him.

"Oh yes I fucking can. There's no age limit for tickling, even for a geezer like you. Besides if there was then people would grow out of it and stop being ticklish, but guess what? Most don't. Which means anyone who hasn't is still fair game, and that includes you, sugar tits. I'll leave it up to you though. We can do this the easy way, or the hard way," Wade began cracking his knuckles for effect as Logan desperately tried to figure a way out of this.

"I swear if you even lay a finger on me.....," Logan cautioned with a deep growl as he swelled up his oversized muscles, this attempt at intimidation normally succeeding in making any sane man back down. But unfortunately for him, Wade wasn't a sane man, along with the fact that Logan hadn't released his claws which Wade had learned to perceive as a full-on green light.

"Is that your way of saying you're picking the hard way? Because you know I'm quite partial to things being hard myse-AAaggh! You dirty skank!!" Wade yelped as Logan had thrown the hot coffee he'd been holding into the merc's face and roughly shoved past him.

Naturally Wade recovered quickly as he tore after his roommate, even more amped than before to make him pay.

"Awww come back Wolviiiiie! I just want to talk!"

"Just fuck off! If you even try, I'll cut your damn head off" Logan shouted in trepidation, picking up a crudely put together Ikea end table and launching it at Wade with the merc easily dodging it as it smashed against the wall.

"It will be all worth it, babygirl. I couldn't think of a more desirable death if I tried," Wade grinned and in his pursuit his robe had come undone, revealing that he was wearing nothing but his My Little Pony boxers underneath as Logan grimaced once he noticed.

"Are you kidding me?! Gross! Do not fuckin' come near me dressed like that! You hear me?!" Logan warned him, jumping over the couch to escape with Wade hot on his tail.

"What in the shit is going on out here?!" Althea yelled as she opened the bedroom door to walk out into the living room where the chaos was ongoing, "Stupid sons of bitches can't even let an old woman sleep-in just one motherfucking day?"

As they ran past her, Wade tripped and fell to the floor before scrambling back to his feet to continue the chase.

"Sorry Al! But I've got me a Wolverine to tickle the crap out of!"

"I should've never given you caffeine and sugar this early in the morning!" Logan cursed as he circled back around, looking for cover and running to stand behind the smaller, elderly woman.

"Althea! Call him off!" He pleaded while he used her temporarily as a shield between him and Wade for a few short-lived moments before he had to abandon her and make another break for it.

"Wade Wilson you stop picking on that poor boy!" She yelled after them as Wade only scoffed in amusement.

"Ha! Boy?! He's more ancient than your old ass!"

Althea just sighed loudly with a shake of her head as she turned to start shuffling back into her room.

"Well....time to turn down the old hearing aids," she muttered as she fiddled with the devices in her ears, "You two assholes break anything else in this apartment and you're going to have to deal with me!"

Logan paused as he saw she was abandoning him to his fate with the ADHD-riddled man and called after her.

"AL WAIT!! Let me come with you!" But the door slammed shut behind her without another word.

Unfortunately, his lack of attention to his would-be assailant proved costly as Wade was now able to make his move and easily tackled Logan to the floor. He quickly mounted him to sit on his legs in order to keep them out of the way.

"For the record, you can cum with me anytime you want. But let's save the fantasies for later, you naughty boy. Now time to get to the point of why these readers are all here," Wade teased as Logan fought and pushed against him, trying to hold him back.

"Wade get the fuck off me! You're practically naked for fucks sake!" He grimaced when he felt something hard press against his leg, "GOD that had better be a gun in your underwear!"

Wade glanced down at his lack of attire, reaching casually inside his boxer shorts and pulling out one of his golden Desert Eagles.

"Of course it is, silly! Always gotta be prepared for anything, you know. Not particularly needed in this situation though," he tossed it over his shoulder as he continued to struggle with his friend, who grabbed a hold of his arms to keep him at bay.

"Dammit, Wade! This is-Grrrrr! Get your hands offa me!"

"But I haven't touched you yet. You're the one putting your hands on me. So if you insist on being accurate...," Wade slipped an arm free as his hand dove straight for Logan's side to begin viciously squeezing his lower ribs, making the man jerk under him as he ground his teeth together.

"Don't! Rrrrrrgh-Stop!"

"Don't stop, you say? I hadn't planned too, but glad we're on the same page here!"

Logan's grip started to weaken its hold on Wade's other arm with him now being able to easily pull free as his fingers buried themselves into the opposite side. Logan grunted and attempted to hold in all the sounds threatening to come out as he writhed and tried to push Wade off of him.

"I didn't mean thahat! Ahaha! Waitwait! D-Don't do this to mehehehee!"

He was quickly starting to lose the battle as the giggles began to overwhelm him and a wide smile stretched itself across his face. Wade could smell the blood in the water at this point and wasn't letting up for nothing, dying to see exactly how far he'd be able to run with this.

"How come? I'm gonna need a pretty good fucking reason. Is it because you're actually a lot more ticklish than you claimed? And if that's true then that means...," Wade gasped dramatically, "....you LIED to me?!"

He roughly massaged his thumbs on the sensitive sides of his waist as Logan broke into convulsions and finally bellowed out in thunderous laughter.

"Hahahaha! No!! No no stahahahahaap! Thahahaat tickles!" His head thrashed around as he laughed and bucked in response to the merciless tickles vibrating into his sides. He futilely tried to curl up with his arms, but with Wade sitting on his legs it still left him plenty exposed.

"Duh! It's supposed to, genius! Besides you asked for this Mr. 'I-can-resist-any-torture-you-can-think-of'. Not so confident about that now, are you?" Wade grinned big time as his fingers worked their way back up his victim's ribs, making Logan's arms clamp down uselessly while his body jerked from side to side.

"It's cheheeheeheeatin'! Hehehehehaahaa! T-Ticklin' ain't fahahahaair, you ahahahasshole!"

He was slowly coming around since moving into the apartment, so it was still pretty rare to see Logan laugh this much, but Wade absolutely loved when he did. His whole reserved appearance, including his posture, completely transformed, and it was his entire face that lit up and displayed his smile.

Wade wasn't too keen to let that slip through his fingers any time soon.

"Meh, fair is subjective. Besides I was only like 33.726894% sure that this would even work on you. I've never been a gambling man, but I'm sure glad I took a chance on this because good Lord, you literally have the cutest laugh! Now perhaps you wouldn't mind telling me, where's your most ticklish spot?!"

Logan had not been tickled in a very, very long time and had completely forgotten what it had felt like. Actually, he had forgotten what a lot of non-violent physical contact felt like until he had met Wade Wilson, who was way more affectionate towards him than what he'd been used to over the past several years.

That uncertainty about what it felt like to be tickled initially had him concerned about Wade's prospective threat to do so, but at the present time he now realized that it wasn't as bad as he had thought it would be.

The heightened senses derived from his mutation had resulted in him being incredibly ticklish, and while he had thought it to be a nuisance in his earlier days, he was able to see the benefit of it helping to bond with those he had found himself close to. The other X-men in particular were big time offenders once they found out.

He was never one to laugh freely or even smile all that much, so his teammates were happy to find such a simple way to get that all out of him. And it always felt nice for the laughter to release some of the tension he carried around with him no matter how much he might resist it at first.

It had mainly been his sardonic attitude or defiance that would land him in trouble with the other X-men, and he remembered how he used to egg on and taunt whoever on his team got up the nerve to really tickle him like this.

Only after they were gone had he finally accepted the fact that the X-men were his family and the feelings from those happier times all started to come back to him now. Along with the guilt of having taken all of that for granted.

With Wade currently tickling him he found it was actually a comforting feeling to relive those fleeting moments that he'd had with his old team. And even though it was such a torturous assault on his hyper nerves it didn't really bother him as much as he might have tried to make it seem.

And he wasn't going to let Wade totally dominate the situation as he didn't hesitate to play the tenacious victim.

"Fuhuhuhuck yoooou! Gaahahahahaa! I-heeheehee-wohohon't talk!" Logan spewed out between cackles as a particularly sensitive spot was being probed on his upper ribs just below his armpits.

Wade reeled back a little, feeling more than surprised by his response. He'd thought by this point that Logan would be saying anything to get himself out of this, but it filled him with unrivaled glee to see that he was going to make this a lot more fun than he had originally thought.

"Woah, what the shit is this?! So the Wolverine isn't just going to roll over and take it? Whoooeee! I love it! So not gonna talk, are you? You know I was considering mercy a moment ago, but I don't think you really deserve it. Not to mention you said mean things to me and burnt my beautiful face with that coffee! My modeling career is over before it even started!"

"And-Ahahahand I'd doohooo it agahahahain, fuhuhucker!"

"Holy shit, you cocky little bitch. I guess you really don't want me to stop, huh?"

"I-I do! Hahaahaahaahah! Juhuhust fuhuhuhuck you is ahahahahall! Now gehehet offa meheheheeh!" He kicked his legs about restlessly underneath Wade as he tried to wriggle free.

"Hold your perfect titties there, mister. I still want to know where you're the most ticklish, for future reference. So where is it? Is it....HERE?" Wade stuffed his hands up into Logan's armpits where his fingers spidered around like crazy, making Logan throw his head back and let out a high-pitched squeal of a laugh.

"Aaaheeheeheehee! Th-thaahaat ain't ihihihit! Ohohohahahahahahaa! Buhuhut still...," he paused to wheeze for air, laughing in silence for a few moments while knocking his head back against the floor, "Geh-Gehehet the fuhuhuck outta thehehehere!"

Logan thrashed like a beached fish, trying to squeeze the tormenting fingers out from under his arms but Wade only burrowed in deeper to guarantee the torture would not relent.

"No can do, compadre! I'm gonna find your worst spot if I have to tickle you all day! Don't think that I won't!"

Knowing that really Wade could locate the hot spot at any given moment with how accessible it was Logan decided to swallow his pride and tried to bargain with him.

"If I t-tehehell you-aahahhaha wihihill ya stohahahahop?!"

He was optimistic, but Wade shut that shit down immediately.

"Um NO! Actually, FUCK NO! Once you tell me I'm going to tickle the absolute shit out of you there! So I'm letting you know right now that once I figure it out then you are in big trouble!" He emphasized his last word with a firm jab to Logan's stomach, eliciting a startled squeal from the man beneath him.

Wade instantly stopped tickling him as they locked in eye contact, watching as Logan's pupils quickly began to dilate in panic within his hazel eyes.

"You've got to be shitting me.....Is it really that obvious? You're telling me that this exquisite cobblestone pathway carved into your body is not only the sexiest, but it's also the most sensitive of all?" He smiled unnervingly as he very gently trailed his fingers down Logan's belly, making him twitch violently under him from that action alone.

"Eeheehee-Easy Wade.....Lets b-be reasonable here..."

Logan knew he had to act fast to get out of this. He could hold up against being tickled anywhere else, but an attack on his stomach pretty much guaranteed his downfall.

While Wade was momentarily distracted by the marvel of his discovery Logan took the opportunity to buck his hips as hard as he could to throw the mercenary off of him.

"HEY!" Wade hit the floor before immediately looking up to see Logan attempting to make his escape, "Oh no you don't, you sneaky bastard! I'm not through with you yet!"

Logan tried to scramble away on all fours to get some distance between him and Wade, but the other man was quick to grab his ankle as he dragged him back over with Logan shaking his head and pleading for lenience.

"No no no! For fucks sake! Wade please! Dohohon't you dare!" He was giggling already in anticipation as Wade pulled him close and then crawled on top to pin him again, grinning at the subdued state he was in.

Wade thought back to all the times he had fawned over his often-shirtless friend and made countless attempts to feel up his very pronounced abdominal muscles only to receive a harsh punch along with a threat to keep his hands to himself. But he now realized it wasn't because Logan was being stingy and not wanting to be touched in general, it was because he was trying to hide the fact that his stomach was so unbearably ticklish.

"I've never seen you so giggly like this Logan. It's positively adorable. But tell you what, I'll give you a chance to save yourself if you apologize for being such an ass to me this morning. And I want to hear some sincerity in there or else your tummy is going to get it," Wade waved his fingers in Logan's face as the feral nodded without hesitation.

"Okay okay fine, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I referred to you as an eternal punishment. And that I implied you had no rational thought whatsoever in your head."

"And.....?" Wade lightly rested his fingers onto Logan's stomach as a threat, pleased to see how it made him dissolve into giggles again.

"Aahaahaand I'm s-sorry I buhuhurned your face-Aaahee!" he yelped as the fingers dug in ever so slightly.

"My beautiful face!" Wade corrected with a smirk of victory.

"Okaahaay! Your beautiful faahaace with the coffeeheeheehee," Logan sputtered out the best that he could, grateful when Wade lifted his hand away from the hyper ticklish zone.

"Well thanks for that, pal. See? That wasn't so difficult, was it? I knew deep down you had a little humility in there," Wade tweaked his sideburn and tickled down his neck as Logan wiggled his head away from the touch before meeting his gaze with a defiant twinkle in his eyes.

"Oh yeah, one more thing I oughta mention. I'm also sorry that you are without a doubt, one hundred percent the most annoying, blabbering, dimwitted, lousy excuse for a comedian to ever exist. And I'm sorry I lied about being sorry for everything because the truth is I will never, ever be truly sorRYEEHeeHEeehEEhEE!!"

Logan had tried to prep himself but still couldn't stop from breaking into wild, squealing laughter once Wade's hands descended upon his stomach with lightning speed; his fingers scribbling like crazy all over the hidden muscles beneath his thin t-shirt. Wade just beamed down at him, not taking anything that was said to heart and so glad that Logan had given him the excuse to carry on.

"Whelp. I guess this is how it all ends for you. Tickled to death isn't exactly how most people would have expected the legendary Wolverine to go, but I'll make sure to sing the story of your menial demise," he wasn't holding back since Logan had practically asked for this as he mercilessly tickled the helplessly squirming man beneath him.

"Ihihihihit wahahas wo-wohohohorth ihihihit! Aaahahahafuhuhuhuhuck! Nohohot thehehere! Stahahahahahap-Snnnrk!" Logan's face was already bright red from his ears down to his neck as he laughed uncontrollably with that last sound that came out of him immediately catching Wade's attention.

"What in the-? What the fuck was that?" A quirky smile began to spread over Wade's face as he haphazardly dug his fingers into Logan's abs, eager to duplicate what had just occurred., "Was that a snort?"

Wade already had him in tears as Logan adamantly shook his head, instantly being disproven as another snort rang out of his scrunched-up nose.

"Snnrk! N-No! Yohohohou're hehehehehearin' thihihihings!"

Wade had heard Logan snort before. Many times, as a matter of fact, but he always thought it was something that Logan forced to emphasize his aversion to whatever Wade was currently talking about. Wade was positively enamored to know now that it was all just part of his genuine laugh.

"Are you sure about that? Are you sure you're not just a cute little giggly, snorty Wolverine? Because I think that's exactly what you are."

"Shuhuhut uhuhuhup! Ya-Snnnrk-dihihihick!" Logan felt his face flush even more with Wade teasing him in such a childish manner, too weakened by his laughter to be able to push the hyper man's hands away from his body.

As his fingers rippled into the solid tummy Wade grew more and more amused by this whole situation. He would have never been able to picture Logan in this helpless of a state if he hadn't seen it for himself and when you added in his constant snorting between his laughs it just pushed everything straight into a fantasy realm.

But it was all happening for real. And the more Logan snorted, the more Wade himself began to laugh.

"Wh-Whahat's the matter? Hehehe, the all-mighty anchor-being can be destrohohoyed by mere tickles? Oh, this universe is f-fuhuucked now," Wade giggled, trying to keep his focus and observing how Logan's t-shirt had slid up his stomach a bit. He pushed it up even further so now his hands were scratching at hairy, bare skin as Logan screamed and thrashed helplessly underneath him.

"Naaahahahahahaha! I-I nehehehever-Snnnrk-ahahahasked for-Snnrk-the johohohob! Snnnnrk!" Logan was losing control and unable to stop the snorting now as he would desperately try to get a breath in through his chaotic laughter.

"Are-Are yoohoou just gohohoing to keep doing thahaat?! Snorting lihihike a little pihihiggy?!" Wade was starting to lose it himself.

"Snnnrk! Kihihiss my ahaahaahaass-Snnnnrk!!"

"I'd love too-heeheeheh! Ohohor I could dohoo THIS!" Wade's hands slid down as he targeted the ever so tempting V-line muscles on the Wolverine's lower belly and once he dug into the highly ticklish flesh Logan just about lost his mind in hysterics.

"BAAHAHAHAHAHAHANOOONO! SNNNRK! OKAAHAAHAAY! YA WIHIHIHIN! AAAHAHAHAAH-SNNNNRK! MEHEHEHRCY! I'M-SNNRK-I'M SOHOHOHORRY!" Logan squealed and snorted as he regained a burst of energy and jolted around violently like he was being shocked with a cattle prod.

It had proven all too much for Wade to stay composed as he broke into uncontrollable laughter, unable to keep tickling Logan any longer as he sat back and just got lost in his own laughing fit.

Logan lay under him, now motionless and wheezing as he gasped to take in some big breaths to refill his depleted lungs. When he finally came to his senses, he found Wade was still laughing hysterically, prompting Logan to roll his eyes and shove the merc off of him so he could sit up.

Wade hardly seemed to notice as he fell to the floor, holding his sides while tears ran down his cheeks.

"What?" Logan stared over at him with a brow raised in confused annoyance.

"Th-The snohohohorts! Haahahahahah! Oh fuhuhuhuck, the snohohohohohorts!" Wade struggled to spit out as Logan now began to frown once he realized that Wade was laughing at him.

"It's not that funny, asshole," he growled, starting to feel insecure and regretting that he'd let his guard down so much. With no end to Wade's laughter in sight Logan went to stand up but was stopped as Wade leapt forward to grab onto him as he finally got under control to speak again.

"I'm-I'm sorry I'm sorry! I didn't mean to make you embarrassed! Sometimes my brain just processes my emotions in ways I can't control so please don't take it the wrong way. I just got so happy and excited when I saw that snorting is part of your natural laugh. I LOVE it!"

"You're not just saying that shit?" Logan asked, still feeling unsure, though Wade looked absolutely horrified that he had even asked that.

"NO, I'm not just saying that! I'm sorry I'm an idiot and made you self-conscious about it. It's literally the cutest fucking thing I've ever seen! You believe me, right?" He looked hopefully at the other man who simply shrugged his shoulders.

"Sure. Whatever."

Logan did in fact believe him. Wade was usually pretty upfront when talking about things like this so he had no real reason to think that he was simply trying to spare his feelings.

Wade however, took his short, blunt answer as rejection as he wailed and threw his arms around Logan's waist to cling to him tightly.

"Noooo don't shut down on me! Please forgive me, Peanut! Pleeeeeease!"

Logan sighed heavily at how overdramatic Wade could be.

"Calm down, will ya? When I said 'whatever' I meant it's okay. You're fine. Now get off and stop groveling," he pried Wade's arms from around him as the merc then flopped onto his stomach, resting his chin on his hands and kicking his feet in the air.

"I'm not kidding, I could listen to your laughing snorts all day and it would never get old," he stared up at his roommate adoringly, "Sorry if I went a little overboard on you though."

"You call that a little overboard?" Logan's eyebrow crawled up his forehead as Wade's mouth dropped at the implication that he was responsible for everything.

"Hey, wait a fucking minute here, don't put this all on me. You were asking for it with all that shit you were talking, which was....well, surprising. I'd assumed you never got tickled much in your life, but you seemed pretty familiar with it," he sat up and finally retied his robe closed around him.

Logan smiled slightly as he started to wander inside his head.

"It was another lifetime ago, but yeah. My old team used to tickle me sometimes. Been so long that honestly, I was pretty nervous about you trying it."

"Ah shit, I really am an asshole," Wade felt a tang of guilt in his chest, knowing the X-men were still a very sore spot for Logan, "I didn't know. I'm sorry."

Confusion set over Logan's face.

"What for?"

"You know, for bringing up old memories you had with them. Don't worry, I won't do it again. I hope it didn't upset you too much."

Logan's puzzled expression then changed with a soft smile slowly breaking out.

"Wade ya got it all wrong. I'd have literally killed just to share in such mundane moments like that with them again. So once ya started tickling me it just, I don't know....made me think of those good times and...," he stopped as he looked away with a shake of his head, "Ah never mind, it's stupid."

"No no, it's not. Please keep going," Wade encouraged, scooting closer to indicate to Logan that he had his full attention.

"All I'm sayin' is that ya didn't upset me one bit. The opposite, in fact. That whole torture fest that you just put me through made me feel like I was with them again. I haven't felt that close to them ever since they were taken from me. And, well, what I'm trying to say is is that I felt.....happy."

Wade could feel his heart swelling up in his chest as Logan revealed all of this information to him. He instantly felt a lot better knowing that he hadn't caused his friend any mental anguish.

"That's such a big relief. You never seem to want to talk about them much, so I try to avoid making you think about them. The last thing I want to do is make you depressed."

"I know, but I've decided that's not what I should be doing. They don't deserve to not be openly remembered. Hell, I never want to forget anything about 'em."

Wade nodded in quiet understanding before Logan's eyes brightened up, reaching back into his mind.

"Kurt was the worst. He used to always get me bad. Really bad. Teleportation and a prehensile tail? It was always over for me before it even started. Heh, that fucker. Shit, even Jean and Scott would gang up on me once in a while. I tell ya, telekinesis is the ultimate cheat. And Rogue....she loved physical contact so you can guess that tickle fights were one of her favorite things. And I'd let her win once in a while....at least that's what I told myself, hmph."

Wade had never really heard Logan talk about his teammates before. It made him overjoyed to see he was starting to move forward in the right direction towards making peace with himself as Wade listened in silence to everything Logan said before finding his voice again.

"They sound like my kind of people. I think Nightcrawler and I would have made a formidable team-up against you," he playfully nudged Logan's shoulder as the X-man's smile grew from his mind manifesting an image of his old friend.

"Heh, Kurt. Yeah, he was something else. His goal was always trying to get me to snort too. He used to do those.....whaddya call that shit....raspberries. Right on my stomach. Just about damn near killed me," Logan chuckled and shook his head with a faint shiver running up his back; almost able to feel the sensation again as he thought about it.

Wade smirked as he rubbed his chin in thought like a supervillain.

"Ohhh reeeeeally....raspberries, huh? Well that sounds like it could be really fun. Remind me about it the next time I decide to tickle the shit out of you, kay?" Wade reached over and wiggled fingers into Logan's stomach, making him bust out a laugh before shoving the hand away.

"No fucking way. It's pure torture. Ya better not even think about it," he growled, but his words did not sound nearly as serious as he wanted Wade to believe. Of course, the other man picked up on that immediately but continued to play along.

"How can you expect me not to? I've never seen such ticklish abs. But okay. I'll think about not doing it, but no promises. So I suppose that means belly rubs are off the table too?"

Logan laughed again as he looked over at Wade.

"It's funny you say that because Jean and 'Ro used to give me belly rubs, thinking it would relax me, but it always just made me ticklish. I think that's partly why they liked doin' it, but regardless I never tried to stop them. Hell, sometimes I'd even ask for it. As much as it tickled it did feel pretty good."

"Well, I know I'm not nearly as hot as those X-women, but I'll always be here to give you all the belly rubs you could ever want," Wade chuckled, expecting Logan to roll his eyes and vehemently decline his offer, but instead a rare, warm smile broke onto the Wolverine's face.

"Really? You'd do that?"

"Are you kidding? Of course I would! You want one now?"

Logan shook his head as he got to his feet.

"Eh, maybe later. How about ya get your ass dressed first and we'll go out for a beer?"

Wade just stared back at him with both brows raised while he stood up as well.

"......It's 8:30 in the morning, Logan."

"Hey, breakfast beer is a thing, alright? Least it was in my universe. Kurt was always down to go with me so if ya want to.....it would mean a lot," a true, genuine smile was on Logan's face as he looked hopefully to his roommate.

Wade couldn't say no even if he actually wanted to. Logan was finally letting him into that side of his life, and he was not going to deny him. It felt like a new beginning. So he sidled up next to him and grinned broadly, putting an arm around the wide shoulders.

"Alright ya big lug, you talked me into it. Just give me a minute and then we'll go get fucked up."

"Appreciate it."

#ticklish!wolverine #ticklish!logan #ler!deadpool #ler!wade #deadpool tickle #wolverine tickle #tickle fic #fluff

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Spent and sweating with a look on your face

Word count: 3.6k

Relationships: NikPrice, PriceNik

Tags: Erectile Dysfunction, blow jobs, fingering, hand jobs, established relationship, smut

Part of a project that has a tiny explanation here. Keep reading under the cut!!

AN: Happy valentines day @on-a-lucky-tide!! I hope you're having a fun evening!! I wrote smut for you look how brave wow (/j) You literally got me writing fics again with NikPrice back when i would lurk on your blog and here we are many many fics later. genuinely thank you, the community you have fostered here is so kind and genuine, full of support. Its really made coming back to writing fics 100x times easier so thank you for that <333 Sending you many many hugs mate <3

The flat was warm when Price stepped inside, shaking off the last of the evening chill. The low hum of the television filled the space, some old war film playing in the background, but the real sight that caught his eye was Nik—stretched out on the couch, legs lazily spread, book in one hand, the other draped over his stomach, bare from the waist up.

Price let the door swing shut behind him, exhaling slow as he took in the sight. Nik must’ve showered earlier—his hair was still a little damp, curling at the ends, and his skin carried the faint scent of something clean and familiar. He looked entirely at ease, utterly unbothered, a stark contrast to the long day Price had just waded through.

Nik barely glanced up, shifting only enough to tip his chin toward him. “You’re home.”

“Mm.” Price rolled his shoulders, slipping off his jacket, boots clunking softly as he toed them off. He walked over and leaned down, pressing a slow kiss to the top of Nik’s head, breathing him in. “Missed you.”

Nik huffed, amused, but didn’t protest when Price pressed another kiss, this time at his temple. “You always miss me.”

Price hummed in agreement, letting his fingers drift across Nik’s chest, over warm skin and old scars. “Yeah, well. Hard not to.”

Nik still didn’t put the book down, but the hand on his stomach shifted slightly, thumb grazing along Price’s wrist in a lazy, absentminded touch. That small, unconscious bit of affection had Price’s chest going warm, a deep, settled thing curling under his ribs. He kissed his way down, cheek brushing against Nik’s jaw, lips grazing the corner of his mouth.

That earned him a glance, sharp but not unwelcoming. “You are in a mood,” Nik observed, though there was no complaint in it, only quiet amusement.

Price grinned, pressing his weight forward, nudging Nik until there was nowhere for him to go but down, until the book slipped from his grip entirely and onto the floor. “Yeah, maybe.”

Nik exhaled a laugh, letting Price crowd into his space, the shift in weight naturally pulling him to sit up straighter. His hands found Price’s waist instinctively, steadying him as Price settled right into his lap, slotting against him easily. The kisses deepened, slow but sure, Price’s fingers threading through Nik’s hair as he tilted his head up, coaxing, unhurried.

Nik let out a low sound, soft and indulgent, his hands resting warm against Price’s back. But there was something else, something in the way he wasn’t quite leaning in the way he usually did. Price could feel it before he could name it—the slight hesitation, the way Nik responded but never took the lead, the small, nearly imperceptible pause between kisses.

It took him another breath to realise.

Nik wasn’t quite in the mood.

Not in the way Price was.

Price eased up just a fraction, pulling back enough to meet Nik’s gaze properly, studying him. Nik looked back at him, a small flicker of something unreadable in his eyes, something Price recognised but hadn’t quite placed yet.

That was when he understood.

Price let his hands slow, still resting against Nik’s jaw, thumbs brushing lightly over his cheekbones. He could feel the tension beneath them, just barely there—like a string pulled too tight, not quite snapping, but not entirely at ease either.

He pressed one more kiss to Nik’s mouth, softer this time, less intent behind it. Then another, trailing the last of his affection along Nik’s jaw before murmuring against his skin, “You alright?”

Nik exhaled, hands tightening slightly where they rested on Price’s back. His mouth pressed into something wry, something just shy of apologetic. “Yeah,” he said, and Price could tell it was mostly the truth—but not entirely.

Price tilted his head, studying him. “Don’t look it.”

Nik huffed out a short laugh, but there was no real humour in it. He shifted a little beneath him, hands rubbing slow, absentminded circles into Price’s lower back. “Just—” He exhaled again, shaking his head slightly. “My body is not responding how I want it to. My apologies Mishka,”

He didn’t move away. Didn’t roll off Nik’s lap or pull back as if this changed anything, because it didn’t. Not in any way that mattered. Instead, he smoothed his hands down Nik’s shoulders, feeling the tension beneath them, and leaned in just a little, forehead brushing against Nik’s.

“That alright?” he murmured, voice low but steady, nothing teasing in it, just a quiet offer to let Nik set the pace, to let him take a breath.

Nik’s hands gripped his waist, grounding. He let his eyes close briefly before opening them again, meeting Price’s gaze with something grateful in them, even if he wouldn’t say it out loud. “Yes,” he admitted. “I-uh–,”

“I know.” Price interrupted.

Nik sighed again, this time more at ease, hands rubbing warm against Price’s back. “Sorry, lyubov.”

Price scoffed, leaning in to press another kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Don’t be stupid,” he muttered against his lips. “Not something to be sorry about.”

Nik didn’t answer right away, but some of the tension melted out of him, his arms curling around Price’s back, holding him there as if to prove to himself that this was still alright. And it was. Of course, it was.

Price let him sit with it, let the moment settle between them like the steady rhythm of their breathing, warm and unhurried.

Eventually, Price smirked slightly, nosing at Nik’s temple. “Still think you look good like this, though.”

Nik let out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head. “Of course you do.”

Price grinned, kissing him again—because, really, that was the truth of it. “Can you tell me when to stop? I wanna try somethin’, yeah love?”

“Always.” Nik breathed against Price’s lips.

Price hummed, letting his fingers drift along Nik’s jaw, the rasp of stubble familiar under his touch. He tilted Nik’s head up slightly, capturing his lips again—slow, unhurried, not pushing, just feeling.

Nik sighed against him, the tension in his shoulders loosening further as Price traced lazy circles over his skin, letting the warmth between them settle into something comfortable. The moment didn’t need fixing, didn’t need salvaging. It was already good—just the two of them, close like this, the low hum of the television still playing in the background.

Price shifted slightly in Nik’s lap, hands smoothing down his sides, the fabric of his shirt bunching under Nik’s grip. His touch was steady, grounding, and Price could feel him relaxing under it, the way Nik’s breathing evened out, the slow drag of his fingers against his back.

“Still alright?” Price murmured, lips brushing against the shell of Nik’s ear.

Nik exhaled, a hint of a smile in his voice. “You do not need to keep asking.”

Price chuckled, trailing his mouth along the line of Nik’s throat, pressing another kiss there, then another. He felt the faint shudder that ran through Nik’s body, the way his grip on Price’s waist tightened just a little.

“Let me take care of you, then,” Price murmured, voice lower now, something softer laced beneath the words.

Nik’s breath hitched—just slightly—but his hands never wavered where they held him. “Mishka…” he murmured, and Price could feel the weight behind it, the quiet trust.

He kissed him again, deeper this time, fingers curling into Nik’s hair, coaxing, guiding, letting the warmth between them start to build again, slow and careful.

He felt Nik’s large paws untuck the hem of his shirt and start hiking it up, reluctantly pulling away from Nik’s addicting warmth to get his shirt off and chucked at the floor. Nik didn’t waste any time and went right for Price’s belt, opening it and unbuttoning his trousers.

The rough calluses on Nik’s palms scraped against his skin in a familiar way as Nik ran his hands all over the newly exposed skin. Nik brought his hand back up to Price’s chest, squeezing and groping at any skin available before finding his way to Price’s nipples, his hips jerking with every pinch and flick.

“Always so sensitive for me,” He groaned against Price’s lips.

“Mmm, just you, Nik. Let me–Ah!” Price was interrupted by Nik wrapping his lips around a nipple and sucking with just the right amount of pressure. His grip in Nik’s hair tightened and he dragged him back up, connecting their foreheads together. “Let me get you out of these, please.” He heaved out, gesturing at Nik’s soft sweatpants.

Price slid off of Nik’s lap and let him readjust against the couch as he knelt in between those gorgeous thick thighs.

“John, as beautiful as you are on your knees I really do not see why you are down there,” Price huffed a laugh at that, clearly Nik has no idea what’s in store for him this evening.

“Just sit back, let me take care of you, yeah?”

“Yeah, yeah, okay.” Nik responded, still unsure what exactly his lover had in mind but they always found a way to have fun, he had to trust Price with this part of him too.

“Okay,” Price started to tug down Nik’s sweatpants and underwear in one go, pausing to let Nik raise his hips and trailing his hands all the way from his thighs to his calves, slowly and deliberately taking them off. Once they pooled around Nik’s ankles Price tugged them off gently and nudged them aside. He took a second to just admire his partner, laid out like this, naked and so trusting it was intoxicating.

Now that his sweatpants were off, Price could touch freely without the abstraction of fabric in his way, and he did just that. Running his hands along skin and feeling every inch of skin as his hands went higher up he could feel the hair thinning on Nik’s inner thighs before getting coarse again closer to his cock. Price just repeated this motion a couple of times, he couldn’t help himself. No matter how many times he’d done this, been on his knees for Nik, memorised every inch of his skin, it would never be enough for his greedy hands.

“You ever put the lube away from a couple days ago? Or should I go fishing in our couch?”

“Ah, you may have to use your skills and find it, Captain.” At Nik’s sheepish reply, Price dug his hand in between the cushions until he grasped the bottle and pulled it out. Setting it beside his knee for later he brought his hands back to Nik’s thighs.

Wrapping his hands around them, Price yanked Nik forward, eliciting a surprised yelp from the man above him. He shuffled forward a little and looked up at Nik as he opened his mouth and dragged the tip of his tongue from Nik’s inner thigh, up his sac and all the way to the tip of his soft cock.

“John, fuck, you have to know, you look, absolutely sinful but…it may not work,”

Price pulled back slightly, “I’m not trying to get you hard, Nik. I just want to make you feel good, let me do that. Please.”

Nik nodded at that, deciding to get out of his head and let Price do what he wants. What he wants is rarely ever deserving of a complaint from Nik, why should that change now?

Price could see Nik’s whole body slowly unwind as he relaxed into the couch, tilting his head back and slowing down his breathing. Price smirked up at Nik through his lashes,clearly pleased, it sent a shiver down the Russians spine.

Price just continued running his hands over as much of Nik’s body as he could reach even as he tilted his head towards Nik’s balls, mouthing at the skin there, inhaling his intoxicating scent that somehow always lingered even after a shower. Price felt his own cock twitch just at the smell of his partner, nuzzling further into the crease where Nik’s cock and his thigh met. Licking and tasting that area, sucking a teasing mark into the thin skin there before moving upwards.

Nik was still soft but that didn’t deter Price, he just wrapped his lips around the soft length of his partner and sucked the head into his mouth. He groaned at the taste of Nik in his mouth, making sure to pull back and then sink further down, getting Nik’s cock wet to avoid any discomfort as he continued to bob his head.

Price suddenly took Nik all the way down his throat, swallowing around the tip of his cock and burying his nose into the thick, dark patch of hair at the base of Nik’s cock. Inhaling deeply, relaxing his throat, Price reached blindly by his knee for the bottle of lube he had left there earlier. Sucking gently around Nik’s cock to keep him distracted and to keep those soft sounds coming from above him flowing, Price uncapped their lube, squeezed a small amount of it into his hand and rubbed his fingers together to spread it around.

He lowered his shoulders and rounded his back enough to get Niks legs over his shoulders, Price straightened, bringing Nik's legs up with him slightly startling the other but Price just kept up the soft, slow bobbing of his head.

He wrapped his dry hand around Nik's thigh gently kneading at the muscle and fat there, the fingers covered in lube pressed against Nik's perineum, probing softly at the skin there.

"Mm, feels good, John," Was heard above him as a hand gripped the hairs on the top of Price's head, trying to speed up the slow, lazy pace Price had set. Price wanted to keep this gentle and soft for Nik but the sound of him, the feel of him, the smell of him made that quite the challenge.

Instead of speeding up however, he decided to move his finger further along to nudge gently against Nik's opening. Spreading the warmed up lube around before slowly inching the tip of his finger in. Nik gasped above him at the feeling, spreading his legs further and melting into the couch. The movement forced Price further onto Nik's cock, choking him slightly, Price groaned at the feeling before pulling off to get some air in his lungs.

He took the opportunity to bite around Nik's thighs, to suck some light marks into the thin skin of his inner thigh. Price moved back to Nik's balls, licking at them as he pushed his finger further inside of Nik.

Price started thrusting his finger in and out and Nik, slowly and gently fucking him, working him up to the second relatively quickly. He nudged the second one in next to the first, gently pushing in, feeling the walls around his fingers tighten then relax around him.

Price trailed his tongue across Nik's cock to get it back in his mouth, feeling it twitch and leak under his tongue was intoxicating, knowing his partner was enjoying this even if he wasn't hard was heady. Or maybe that was just what being in between Nik's thighs does to him.

His fingers pushed in then pulled out gently, easing in so carefully until they were fully inside Nik. Now, Price could actually start fucking Nik. He started thrusting his fingers in faster and moving them around inside Nik until a particular spot had Nik moaning out his name, brokenly stuttering around some praise for Price.

He kept going, massaging that spot, bobbing his head and swallowing around Nik's soft cock. The man above him groaning and moaning in a mix of Russian and English. Price's name, his rank, anything to let him know he needed to keep going.

Price himself wasn't faring any better, his own neglected cock twitching with every pull of his hair, every groaned out piece of praise. His focus fully on the man under him, on making him feel as good as possible. Price's hips kept stuttering and jerking, the friction from his trousers digging into him, a mix of pleasure/pain that felt achingly good.

Suddenly Nik's moaning got more frantic. "Mishka, please, please—ah—keep going, just like that. Fuck! I—,"

Price could feel Nik's cock twitching inside his mouth, his hole fluttering around his fingers before tightening, stopping Price's shallow thrusts, forcing him to just keep moving his fingers inside of him, stroking that spot inside that had Nik so incoherent.

"I think I can—yes, yes, yeah, fuck, John!" Nik gasped above him, warning Price if he wanted to pull off. He was tugging at Price's soft locks trying to push him away, then pushing him lower.

Price swallowed around Nik and kept that same motion on his prostate until he felt Nik's cock twitch one final time and then his mouth was flooded with the taste of his partner. He really wasn't sure if Nik would even come when he got down on the floor but the reward of having made Nik come while he was soft was almost enough to push himself over the edge. Moaning around the length in his mouth, he kept his ministrations going, not stopping the movement of his mouth or his fingers, prolonging Nik's orgasm as long as he possibly could.

He kept going even as Nik started twitching above him, groaning from overstimulation.

Nik slurred above him, "John, fuck, enough, please."

Price took pity on him, pulling back, making a show of licking his lips even as he brought his mouth back to Nik's thighs. Sucking even more marks into his skin as he pulled his fingers out, making sure not to touch his prostate anymore. Nik hissed above him at the feeling.

Price finally actually pulled away, not before pressing a couple kisses across Nik's legs, lowering them gently from around his shoulders.

"So?"

"So?" He chuckled, "So, my love, you have completely melted my brain. Surely you can see that?" Nik slurred out, he sounded a little drunk even. But then, he looked down and saw Price.

Price who had tears collecting on his lashline, Price who's hair was sticking up in about a million ways. Price who's lips were red and swollen, spit slick chin shining in the dim light of their living room. His hard cock leaking into his pants leaving nothing to the imagination about how worked up he was. Really, it was his eyes that did Nik in, they looked so far away, that piercing blue gaze clouded with lust.

Nik sprung into action. He dragged Price back up, manhandling him into his lap, eliciting a yelp from Price. He tugged the waistband of his pants down, freeing his cock.

"Mmmph! You don't have to, love" Price said against Nik's lips, hand grabbing his wrist to stop him. "I just wanted to make you feel good."

"You did, solnyshko, so good, really. Now, can I please touch you?"

"Alright. Yeah, go ahead," He sighed out.

Nik took that as his go-ahead to wrap his hand around Price's cock again, not taking the time to tease him at all just started moving his hand. He let Price fuck into his fist as he pleased, the lewd, wet sounds that were a result of pleasuring Nik echoed in the room.

"Won't last long. Didn't realise how worked up I was,"

"Let go whenever you want, John."

"God, you're so good at that. Know exactly what I need." Nik pulled him into a searing kiss for that one. Tasting himself on Price's tongue was always his favourite part of this, knowing exactly what they tasted like together.

Nik rubbed a hand up over his back, into his hair, dragging it back to his chest to flick at a nipple. He kept his hand moving over Price's cock, not slowing down for a moment, matching Price's thrusts until the man above him started shivering and panting into his mouth more than kissing him.

"Yeah, just like that Nik, almost there, love," Breathlessly moaning and panting as he neared the edge. What sent him over was actually pulling away a little and looking into Nik's eyes. All he saw was pure love and adoration there, it was too much for him, he finally let go and came.

His entire body was shaking and twitching as he came, moaning Nik's name, panting as he slowly came back down to earth and looked down. He groaned at the sight—Nik’s hand and ring slick with his spend, his grip still loose and warm against him.

Nik exhaled a quiet chuckle, tilting his head back against the couch, eyes half-lidded with something soft, something undeniably fond. “Mmm, shower?” he asked, voice still thick with warmth.

“You may have to carry me there.”

Price huffed a laugh, reaching up to brush damp strands of hair back from Nik’s forehead, thumb grazing the side of his face. “I think I can manage.”

Nik’s fingers flexed slightly against his waist, grounding, and Price leaned in again, pressing a slow kiss to the corner of his mouth before murmuring, “I love you, Nik. All of you, yeah?”

Nik let out a breath, eyes closing for a moment before flicking back open, steady and full of something deep and settled. “Yeah,” he murmured. “I love you too, Mishka.”

Price kissed him again—soft and lingering, not leading anywhere this time, just there, just them. Nik sighed against him, content, before shifting beneath him, making a quiet sound of protest as Price finally pulled away.

“We should go get cleaned up,” Nik murmured, stretching his arms with a lazy groan. “Then you can tell me all about that meeting, mm?”

Price rolled his eyes but couldn’t quite hide his grin. “Over dinner?”

“Of course,” Nik hummed, squeezing his side as he made to stand. “Come. You promised to carry me.”

Price let out a grumble, but when Nik’s weight leaned into him, trusting and warm, he found he didn’t mind in the slightest.

#cod #john price #cod nikolai #call of duty #nikprice #captain john price #jack you're a joy #also your gym progress over the years has been insane hello what???#you look great mate <33 #happy valentines day and thanks again i literally wouldnt be doing any of this without your encouragement #title is from thinking of you - a perfect circle #q writes

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Knight could feel his heart pounding in his chest, hearing that sweet voice that played in his mind like a melody he knew all too well. A small frown crossed Knights face at the mention on Ren being lonely, those words were enough to tempt the older to cross some lines. He pulled the smaller male into an embrace, arms wrapping themselves around Rens frame. A hand firmly rested at the back of Ren's head keeping him close- If the younger male couldn't tell how nervous or happy he was to see him his pounding heart would give him away. "I'm sorry I couldn't be better." Knight leaned his head down closer to Ren's taking in the scent of him and reminding him this was real. He gave a small chuckle and closed his eyes more focused on just holding the smaller frame protectively to his own, "Mm- They're good friends. They've been helping me. I think you would like them." Although it only felt like seconds Knight realized it may have been minutes of him holding Ren and loosened his arms around him incase the smaller was uncomfortable, "If you're not busy... would you want to come inside. We seriously just got here so our personals are still in the truck- but the couch is inside...or if youre feeling shy you can sit on my bed? I want to talk more to you." Knight reflected on his words and blushed the slightest. He used to not be one to try and communicate so much. It was one of the big changes he had been working on over the few years.

#hisfragileheart #[muses]#nextstepwebcomic #bakingknight

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devnmon · 2 years ago

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The Staring Contest // D.D.

Summary: Daryl tries to convince you to rest in bed with him, but when you refuse, he finds another way to try and convince you.

Warnings: suggestive content, 18+ | wc: 2.5k

Daryl was bent over his bike in the garage of your shared home, tightening a bolt on his bike for what seemed like the 10th time of the day. He hadn’t realized time passed as swiftly as it had, noticing the light from outside had dwindled down to darkness.

There were two things Daryl looked forward to when the day came to an end: relaxing for the night, and falling asleep next to you.

His fatigue from working throughout the hours only sparked one thought: where the hell were you?

All desire to finish tinkering on his bike washed from his muscles. Finding you in the home you two shared was the only thing he could think about now.

His tools clinked together as he shoved them away in a random drawer of the workbench he’d been using, before turning to leave the garage.

It was nighttime, which meant you wouldn’t have watch shifts or be caught up doing anything else around the community for the rest of the night. Daryl wondered what kept you away from him for so long, recalling the very moments you’d search for him endlessly on days you were apart for even more than an hour. He knew in his heart, no matter how long each of you spent separated, that you never stopped thought about him throughout the day. His earth-like scent, and the way your skin littered with goosebumps every time he was in the room was so familiar and safe.

I keep you in the front of my mind, always, you've told him before.

Daryl sauntered into the kitchen, immediately spotting you at the table, nose stuffed in a textbook. His steps were silent as always, which was normal for Daryl. On a day to day basis, he was able to enter a room silently and unnoticed, unless he made it known.

But somehow, you always knew when he was around.

“Hi, Dare,” you spoke, without looking back at him.

"Oh, hey, sunshine. What's gotcha down here this late?"

“Just trying to memorize what we need for the garden, so I can help Maggie tomorrow. Wanna know these by heart so I don't have to keep looking back in here. Ugh... this small text is giving me a headache already…”

You didn't have to turn around to know Daryl was right behind you. His voice drifted, and the hairs on the back of your neck stood on end, sensing him step closer to you.

You gasped lightly at Daryl’s presence surrounding you, his warm breath brushing the back of your neck.

“My girl,” he whispered in your ear, “Smartest in the whole world. D'ya know that's so sexy t'me?”

A chill ran up your spine from his gravel tone of voice. It was intoxicating, almost enough to pull your thoughts away from the very interesting plant content.

“Daryl, you’re distracting me.” you chuckled, still staring down at the textbook in front of you.

“Mm.. why don’tcha drop that book an’ come t’bed with me.. It's late, babe.”

“Cause if I don’t know this information, our crops won’t do as well and-”

Your breath hitched as his hands had traveled up your back, massaging your shoulders, thumbs pressing into your stiff muscles.

“Yer tense..” he picked up the soft sigh you let out, and continued, “Like that?”

You sighed, “Yeah… takes the stress out of memorizing all these facts just a little bit.”

Daryl could feel the heat rushing over your skin in waves, realizing so obviously that he was the cause of it.

“I could help ya take out more’a that tension. Happen t’know a few ways, babe..” he pressed a kiss behind your ear, beard hairs tickling your skin.

“N-No.. no, I can’t. I’ve gotta be at Maggie’s early to help her and.." his hands continued, "Oh god that feels good, keep going..”

In your train of thought, you’d forgotten how firm Daryl’s hands were; how they could always bring you pleasure, no matter how he did it. The paired silence between you two continued for a few minutes with his hands and fingers firmly pressing into your back, until his southern drawl broke the silence, focus breaking once he realized your attention wasn’t pivoting from the book.

“Can’t believe I’m sayin’ this, but I’m gettin’ jealous of yer damn book right 'bout now.”

Finally looking up from the pages beneath your eyes, you chuckled. The obvious boyish smirk on your boyfriend’s face was evident as you turned your head.

“You’re telling me you're getting jealous over some plants? I hate to break it to you, but I’m not sure anything in this world gets to take your place.” You stated, almost turning back to the book for a second, before cupping his cheek to press a soft kiss to his lips.

“You gon’ lose sleep over this? Some silly plants?” He murmured, close enough for you to hear him.

“Hey!” you poked at his chest lightly, “Those silly plants are what’s gonna help Alexandria and Hilltop thrive. It’s not my fault I was blessed with a green thumb. Now, can you please go get some rest? For me?”

He shook his head lightly, scrunching his nose at the idea of not having your full attention. Daryl knew what you were doing for the community was important. He knew that.

But maybe in those end-of-day moments of alone time with you, was when he decided to be selfish.

His intimate time with you was one of his favorite times of day; lips pressed to some part of your body in absolute worship, even if there would be a mark the next morning. Perhaps in favor of a mark being there.

“Nah. Nothin’ better than watchin’ my girl be a genius. Even if I’ll be damn tired t’morrow.” The slight groan in his voice hints towards the fact that he’s probably, definitely been up for way too long hunting and running around Alexandria all day. Straining all those precious muscles of his.

“You’re cute when you're being stubborn. You need to get some rest, too. Can’t have those bags under your pretty eyes.”

“Oh, my eyes’re pretty, now? Saw you avoidin’ em when you kissed me b'fore. Tha’s how I know ya get distracted when ya look at me..”

Of course you got distracted looking at him. He was so perfectly Daryl with that mop of wavy brown hair, piercing eyes that shone as the sea does, and his rugged figure.

“Tell ya what, you win a starin’ contest with me, an’ I’ll go to bed so you can study. But if I win, you gotta drop the books an’ come to bed with me.”

It was then Daryl’s hands left your shoulders, thus your aches returned. He took a seat backwards on a chair across from where you sat you, while you glanced up at him.

“Now Daryl, you’re just being silly. What are we, teenagers?”

Being around you certainly made Daryl feel like a teenager, even in his aged life, which brought a smile to your face.

“If ya don’t wanna see my eyes, jus’ keep starin at that book, I guess.”

You scoffed under your breath, still staring at the book. Only his soft breathing could be heard from across the table. He could’ve sworn you were blushing, but your head was tilted downwards too much to be certain.

“Look at me, sunshine,” he drawled, while you sat too flustered to face him, “C’mon..”

Your eyes trailed up the leather on Daryl's figure, then the tips of his brown hair, the scar across his left cheek, meeting his blues softly. He’d registered the rose tint on the apples of your cheeks immediately afterward.

"Mhm.. So, staring contest?” he lowered his head, making sure you kept eye contact with him.

“I don’t get what the point of this is…” you replied pointedly, shaking your head, a bit amused with the whole thing.

“Point is… ya do this with me or else I’m gonna drag your butt upstairs to bed."

“What’re you gonna do if I refuse?”

You knew Daryl was absolutely capable of carrying you upstairs. There was no doubt about it, he was strong enough to lift you and it wouldn't take much effort on his part.

"When's the last time you weren't workin' yourself overtime for this place, huh? I think you're the one who deserves rest, sunshine." His arms crossed against his chest, muscles practically bulging from under the cloth of his shirt.

"So do you, Daryl. You're just too stubborn to admit it."

The archer sat in silence for a moment, knowing you were right, putting up a stubborn front.

"Fine. I'll participate in your little staring contest. What happens when I win, again?" You both know what'll happen, and Daryl scoffs.

Placing the book down in front of you, your arms rest on the table and he leans in a little further. His scent of pine surrounds your senses, faltering your gaze from him for a minute.

"This ain't gonna work if you don't look at me, sweetheart." It's like you can hear the shit eating grin on his face, and when you look up again, it seemed you were right.

"Let's get this on with, shall we? First one that blinks, loses." You tilt your head in the same fashion as his, lowering your voice a bit.

"Gladly. Ready whenever you are, sunshine." Daryl's drawl had gone from his normal volume to a gravel one. You can tell he tried to throw you off track with it, but nonetheless, the staring contest was on.

Your eyes met his, deep and dark in the lighting. How did everything about him compliment those damn irises of his? Just one glimpse of his gorgeous aura from across the table had you pulling away from your book for more.

"You're infuriating, you know that?" Your nose scrunches as the words come out in almost a whisper, delicate with the way you're letting your thoughts drift from just his eyes.

"Hun, you're not much better. Gorgeous, but stubborn as all hell. Think ya might be more stubborn than me." You hear the chuckle, and it takes almost all of your stamina not to steal a glance at his lips. If you did, there was no way you'd be able to contain your eyelids.

You know exactly what he's doing, playing on the way you melt at his every compliment. But you focus on his eyes and what you can see of him in your peripherals. His broad shoulders are scrunched, eyes studying your face.

"Are you trying to intimidate me? Cause it's not going to work.."

"Dunno, think I have a couple ways. You jus' keep on starin' at me."

You huffed a breath and continued looking into Daryl's eyes. He was intimidating enough that you had to find other things to think about rather than his. Because they were so... tantalizing. Electrifying. A simple glance of his would usually bring you, figuratively yet literally, to your knees. Ones that were met from across courtyards of Alexandria, or from the corner of a room during a community meeting. How you were able to hold off on crumbling under that same look now? You had no clue.

To your concern, you hadn't realized the falling of your mind into such deep thoughts about the archer. Your eyes focused back on the wisp of his eyelashes, before realizing his bottom lip was caught between his teeth. Giving his features a once-over, you peeked at the corner of his mouth twitching upwards.

"Are you smirking?" Your arms folded across the table and inched closer to him.

"What else am I supposed t'do? You're too pretty. Happens when I look at’cha for a long time." His elbows propped up his chin in those rough palms of his, and began inching closer as well.

“Speak for yourself, handsome.” It was almost a whisper, but still the tones of your voice caught him off guard. Daryl’s eyes dropped from yours, swiftly to your lips and back up.

“Wish you’d just let me win so I could kiss ya right now.” His deft fingers tapped on the wooden table now, eyelids heavy with impatience and a sultry gaze being shot your way. You want him to lean towards you, within just the proximity to plant your lips on his, but he sits back in his chair instead.

You whisper, “You make me wanna go back to my books and leave you hanging on this damn contest.”

Daryl shrugs, “Ya blink, ya lose. Them’s the rules.”

“I’m not breaking.. do with that what you will, pretty boy.”

“Mhm..." Daryl chuckled to himself for a moment, then stood from his seat. Whatever composure you were trying to keep from showing while gazing at him only overwhelmed you as he rose from the table. No matter how hard he tried, Daryl came off as intimidating, especially when he stood over you, like he was doing right now.

"We're having a contest here.." you began, "Or does you leaving the table mean you forfeit?"

Daryl's fingers dragged along the table, slowly stepping towards you with the same intimidating glare.

"Nope." He stepped behind you, grabbing your chair with both hands to pull it out from the table.

"Daryl- what're you doing?" You giggled, letting the book of plants fall onto the floor, while you were dragged backwards by Daryl's strength.

"If you're not gonna let me win, I'm just gonna have to take you myself." let go of the chair, and immediately knelt down to grasp your body from your seat.

"Hey!" Daryl's large, warm hands grasped your body, while you wrapped your hands around him in surprise. Upon your hands grasping at him, he got a face full of your chest, which he didn't mind at all.

Grunting at your weight in his arms, you turned to him, spotting the faint blush on his cheeks at the view he was currently getting. You chuckled, getting flustered yourself, but still pressed against him. He began towards the stairs, with you easily grasped in his arms. It was during these rare moments that you realized just how strong Daryl was, how easily he could pick you up and carry you without breaking a sweat.

"This what you're gonna do every time you can't convince me?" Your arms wrapped around his neck now, watching his face while he walked. You pressed a few light kisses to his neck in response.

"Nah, I'll let ya win sometimes. But this, you're gonna wanna be there for." The smirk on his face created a warm feeling inside your chest, one you wanted to give him, too.

Daryl continued up the stairs, down the hall towards the bedroom you shared with him. Your arms wrapped around the nape of Daryl's neck, lips peppering kisses across the expanses of his chest. Once he'd walked to the bedroom door, he kicked it open and made his way towards the bed.

He softly placed you down on the edge of the mattress, waving you to lay back on the bed with his hand. Daryl kicked off his boots, undoing his belt before crawling towards you on the duvet.

In a moment he hovered over you, smirk lingering on his lips like liquor.

"Now, I dare ya, take your eyes off me. See what happens."

You were in for an especially long night.

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