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m4x- m.verstappen
summary: max wins, and finally, he's done.
pairing: max verstappen x pregnant!fem!wife! reader
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âMax Verstappen, you are World Champion for the 4th time in a row, congratulations mate,â GPâs voice ringing in his ears made him smile.Â
âWhat a year, what a year,â he shook his head, enjoying the moment. âThank you guys for everything this year, I know it wasnât easy, but we gave it our all. Thank you.â
He thought heâd be sad about it being his last year in F1, but he wasnât. He was excited to start something new, something for himself. His family. He wouldnât be away all the time, he could be with you any day of the week, take care of your future children, all of it. He couldnât be more ecstatic. He loved racing, and heâd continue to do other series but he wanted to be the dad he never had. He wanted to wake up next to you every single day. He didnât want to have to think about whether or not the car was good enough every day, he didnât want to deal with the media, the constant photos, everything.Â
âHow do you feel?â GP asked him as they sat in the back of the car.Â
Max smiled. âContent.â
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When he got back to the garage, he smiled when he saw you. His perfect, pregnant wife, though the media didnât need to know the last part. He wrapped his arms around you and kissed your lips. He could taste the salt on your lips, knowing you had been crying when he won. He pulled back, wiping your cheeks.Â
âYou did it,â you grinned, beaming with pride.Â
âI did it,â he nodded. âAnd never again.â
Your face dropped, knowing what he meant. âW-what? You mean-â
âIâm not coming back next season, no,â he smiled. âAnd I couldnât be happier about it.â
âIf this is just over the baby and you donât think youâll have any time with them-â
âItâs about me,â he assured you. âItâs about the fact that I love you, and I want to give you all of me all the time, I want to be there all the time, I want to wake up next to you every morning. I donât want to be the dad that is just racing. I want to be the stay-at-home dad who walks them to school and packs their lunches in the morning. I want that much more than I want a 5th title.â
You were crying again, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, holding him tight. âI love you so much,â you sniffled. âYouâre going to be such a great dad.â
And thatâs all he needed to hear to know he made the right decision.
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blood moon â t.n. & m.r. part 1
pairing: dark!theodore nott x fem!reader x dark!mattheo riddle. (mattheo makes his appearance in pt2)
warnings: smut 18+, dubcon, breaking and entering, violence, blood, knives (cutting into skin), rough oral sex (m. receiving), mask kink, mentions of murder, swearing
word count: 4k
summary: purge nightâ a night youâve feared all year despite coming from a rich and powerful family. but when six masked men show up at your door, are you really as safe as you thought?
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âThis is not a test, this is your Emergency Broadcast System. Announcing the commencement of the annual purge sanctioned by the Government. Weapons of class four and lower have been authorised for use during the purge; all other weapons are restricted. Commencing at the siren, any and all crime (including murder) will be legal for 12 continuous hours. Police, fire, and Emergency Medical services will be unavailable until tomorrow morning at 7:00 a.m, when the purge concludes. Blessed be our new founding fathersââ
âBlah, blah, blah⌠we get it. Same shit every year.â Pansy sighed dramatically through the phone, her tone dripping with annoyance. You could tell she was rolling her eyes, and you didnât need to see her to know she was slouched lazily somewhere.Â
Not much later, the ominous, bone-chilling sirens blared violently through the entire city, blasting through the walls and echoing in the still-empty streets. The all so familiar sound never failed to give you goosebumps all over your stiffened body, instantly raising your heartbeat. You briefly closed your eyes, trying to steady your racing heart as you struggled to control your shaky breathing.Â
âHellooo? Are you still there or have you been murdered already?â Pansy joked with a taunting laugh. Your eyes snapped open, her static-filled voice dragging you back to reality, and her humorous tone nearly making you forget the reality of this cruel night.Â
Because it wasnât just any regular nightâ it was Purge Night. The one night youâd been dreading all year, every year, in which all crime becomes legal for twelve long hours. Logically, you were well aware that you had nothing to fear. Your parents were successful entrepreneurs with plenty of money to afford the most advanced security equipment, keeping you safe from any outside danger.
Yes, to protect you, and only you. Not themâ they were out at a purge party, the details of which you didnât even want to know, shamelessly networking with other high-profile elites while the poor were brutally murdered in the streets surrounding them. Everything about this night gave you a sickening feeling in your stomach. But of course, you knew it would be fine. All you had to do was surviveâ survive in your mansion, surrounded by unbreachable security. Nothing was going to happen.Â
âYeah, yeah, very funny.â you responded, your voice tinged with irritation as you hurried from your bedroom down the wooden stairs to the security room, figuring that if you could check the cameras around the house, it might calm you down a bit. You couldnât shake the feeling of needing to tiptoe carefully down each step, as though someone might hear youâ which was ridiculous, considering how large and heavily secured the house was.Â
The eerily quiet house was broken by the first distant, chilling screams of pure terror from outside, making you grimace as you opened the creaky door to the small room, your eyes instantly squinting at the many bright screens that made your eyes burn.Â
âItâs just⌠I hope this night will be over soon, thatâs all.â you continued, one hand holding the phone close to your ear while your eyes fleetingly scanned over the security cameras, which were strategically placed to cover every corner outside the house.Â
âOh please, donât be such a scaredy-cat! Every year it goes just fine, so this year will be no different. When has anythingâŚâ Pansy chattered in her usual attempt to comfort you, completely unaware that her words were only doing the opposite, when her voice slowly faded away into the background and your eyes narrowed at one of the top-right screens, which was focused on your front door. What the fuck?
With your heart nearly pounding out of your chest and your hand shakily gripping the phone, you inched closer to the screen, moving as slowly as possible, almost as if the slowness would somehow alter the nightmare playing out before you. A sudden coldness washed over you, your eyes rapidly blinking. No, no, no⌠this canât be happening.Â
On the pixelated, dark screen, you saw six masked men standing in front of your door, their heads tilted as they stared right at the cameras. You felt lightheaded, your left hand reaching up to lightly clasp your throat, the panic threatening to overwhelm you once you noticed the various weapons they were holdingâ baseball bats, knives, axes, and god knows what else.
âPâpansy⌠I, uh⌠there are people standing in front of my doorâŚâ you stammered shakily, still staring at the screen, your body frozen in place with your hand gripping the phone so tightly that your knuckles turned white and your breathing became ragged and uneven.Â
âOh, theyâre probably just trying to scare you, babe. I mean, come on, they canât even come in for fuckâs sake!â she let out a mocking laugh as the chaotic thoughts in your head raced a hundred miles an hour, leaving you paralysed with uncertainty.Â
âPansy, what the fuâ you know what? Forget it.â you snapped, your trembling fingers tapping frantically at the screen before finally ending the call, frustrated at not being taken seriously by your best friendâ though, to be fair, when had she ever?Â
You hastily slipped your phone into your back pocket, already dreading the snarky text she was sure to send you for ending the call, before shifting your attention back to the screen. One of the men removed his mask, prompting you to move even closer with narrowed eyes, your forehead nearly touching the cold glass.Â
âGood evening.â he called out in a stoic, chilling voice, his shiny black hair neatly styled, and his stance tall, commanding and unmistakably intimidating.Â
âSorry to bother you at this ungodly hour, but let me kindly introduce myself. My name is Tom, and these guysâ they are my friends.â The scene you were intently staring at filled you with pure terrorâ this unknown man named Tom, surrounded by men in masks, each carrying weapons that could easily kill you, weapons that were already completely soaked in blood, the dark droplets dripping ominously onto your front porch.Â
âThis can go one of two ways; you simply let us in, and we will stealâ sorry, I mean take whatever we desire, and then, we leave! OrâŚÂ we can do this the hard way. But I can assure you, you will not survive the latter.â His tone was almost amused as he finished speaking, and through the grainy pixels, you could see a controlled, sinister smile spreading across his pale face.Â
âDo not think you are invincible. We can enter any home we want. And we will want, as wanting is our will on this fine purge night. Do not force us to hurt you.â
His menacing words sent tingles across your skin, all the muscles in your body tightening. And for a good ten minutes, they did nothing but stand there, staring straight into the camera, waitingâexpectingâfor you to open the door for them.Â
It was a chilling sight. Almost as if you were staring at a photograph, the men stood completely still, their blood-covered hands tightly gripping their equally blood-soaked weapons, knowing your blood would be next to splatter across them, mixing with that of other poor, helpless victims.Â
When they realised you werenât going to open the door, Tom gave his men a quick signal, waving his finger in the air, which caused you to cock your head in both curiosity and unease.
âAlright then.â He said, the sinister smile on his face growing wider. But it was fine. You knew they couldnât come inside anyway. Your house was so securely protected, there was no way they could come in andâ Is that a fucking blowtorch?Â
âYes, we are prepared. And youâ oh, you chose the wrong option.â Tom coldly stated as if he could read your mind, dragging the words in a chilling tone. Two of his men quickly got to work, the blowtorch slowly cutting through the thick metal doors, meanwhile, Tom continued to stare directly at the camera, his evil, dark smile never faltering, his soulless eyes not blinking once.
âOh, fuck, fuck, fuck.â This was when real panic set in, your eyes flickering with pure terror as you slowly backed away from the screens, gripping whatever furniture was nearby to steady yourself. You hurried out of the room, realising this was the time to hide.
Quickly but silently running up the stairs again, you heard the agonising sound of the blowtorch cutting through the metal, sending shivers all over your body and urging you to move faster.Â
You burst into your room, breathless, slamming the door behind you and you panickedly scanned the small space, frantically searching for the best hiding spot. There werenât many options, but the closet seemed like your only chance, so without hesitation, you flung the door open, stepped inside, and crouched down, wrapping your trembling arms tightly around your knees.Â
âItâll be fine, itâll be fine, itâll be fine.â You kept repeating to yourself in a quiet, trembling voice, desperately trying to gaslight yourself into believing it. But who the fuck are you kidding? They were inevitably coming in, and then⌠well, you didnât even want to think about it.
You gasped loudly at the sudden sound of a loud bang, followed by distant voices and approaching footsteps downstairs. Nibbling on your bottom lip and one hand clutching your throat, you struggled to calm your ragged breathing, but hoping to make out the conversation happening downstairsâ although you werenât even sure if you wanted to hear it in the first place.Â
âWe are coming, aha! And we will find you, you little fucking bitchâ an unfamiliar voice taunted from down the stairs followed by a menacing laugh, clearly relishing the undeniable fear they were instilling in you as the footsteps and faint chatter grew louder with every passing second.
âMattheo, control yourself. Search for the girl downstairs, and Theo, you check upstairs. The rest of us will take whatever is valuable and leave for the next house.â You heared Tom instruct two of his men, his voice stern and cold, before adding, âOh, and whatever you do, make it as painful as possible. I want her to suffer.âÂ
Goosebumps covered your entire body hearing the chilling words, and you could tell that these guys didnât fuck around. Everything about them was incredibly organised and prepared. This wasnât their first time purging. No, they knew exactly what they were doing.
Heavy, resolute footsteps then made their way up the stairs, each deep step resonating through the house, making the silence feel like it was closing it. Theo. There was no way out of this. The only thing you could do was pray that he wouldnât find you. But deep down, you knew he would.Â
âYou canât hide from me, piccola.â a deep, husky voice teased, his voice slightly muffled by the mask he wore. It surprised you to hear a foreign accentâ Italian, you guessed. And fuck, you could punch yourself in the face right now for finding it⌠hot.Â
The steps grew louder, tantalisingly slow, until his footsteps reached your room. Your hand flew to your mouth to keep yourself quiet, your brows furrowed as you squeezed your eyes shut, focusing on steadying your breath. Your heart beat out of your chest, and you worried it was beating loud enough for him to hear.Â
Then it was quiet. No sounds. You swallowed, your mouth feeling dry with tears brimming at your waterline, and you gasped when you suddenly heard his voice so close to you. Thank fucking god you still had your mouth covered.Â
âYouâre here, arenât you?â He said in a dark, knowing manner, and the only thing you could do at this very moment was repeat âplease donât find meâ in your head while only hoping your death would be less painful than Tom had ordered it to be. âI know you are...âÂ
The closet door then abruptly swung open, causing you to let out a loud, surprised gasp. The tears you had so desperately tried to suppress now uncontrollably streamed down your cheeks as your head shot up. Soft ânoâs slipped from your lips when he grabbed you by the arm and aggressively pulled you out of the closet, the words barely audible and you panickedly shook your head, feeling lightheaded due to pure fear.Â
âShut up, cazzo.â he muttered irritably as he threw you on your bed with exasperated aggression. And you immediately compliedâ not only because he asked you to, but because you didnât want Matthew to hear you, knowing that Theo had found you, worried of what he might do to you. Matthew⌠Was his name even Matthew?Â
He stood still before you, and for the first time, you took him in, scanning him from head to toe as his imposing, tall frame loomed over you, casting a shadow over where you sat on the bed.
A white mask fully covered his face, and in his right hand, he held a bloody, sharp knife, causing you to gulp in fear. Oh, he looked fucking terrifyingâ but there was something else, something other than fear deep inside of you. A feeling you desperately tried to suppress. A feeling you felt ashamed to feel. A feeling you could not bring yourself to admit.Â
âHuh.â he commented, his head tilting slightly to the left. âTom didnât tell me you were such a pretty little thing.â he reached his hand out, his thumb brushing over your cheek, causing you to instinctively pull away, stiffening under his touch.Â
âCosĂŹ carina.â he chuckled mockingly, and your eyes were drawn to his hand that was expertly spinning the knife. His other hand then abruptly gripped your hair, making you gasp, and he slightly tilted your head to expose your neck.Â
From your peripheral vision, you could see the bloody knife drawing closer to your neck, making you instantly shut your eyes with furrowed brows, knowing this was it.Â
âCanât wait to see these white sheets turn red.â Theo taunted, but you were shaking, crying and nervously biting down on your lip so hard that blood welled up, waiting for the moment you finally felt the sharp knife against your delicate skin.
And then you did. You felt the cold blade lightly dig into the skin of your neck, the sharp, stinging sensation causing you to tightly grip the sheets, followed by fresh, crimson droplets of blood slowly trickling down your skinâ but then he stopped.
âHm. You know what, bella?â Theo paused for a moment, crouching down to get on eye level with you. The closer he got to you, the faster your heart raced, your whole body heating up with a mix of fear and something else. The deep sense of guilt you felt for feeling⌠this way gnawed at you from the inside.Â
âI might just have other plans for you.â Your head snapped toward him, and you hissed at the fresh cut stretching open, your hand instinctively reaching to the wound, carefully dabbing your fingers on the blood still trickling out.
âYou wanna live?â He questioned, and you reluctantly nodded, still unable to shake off the feeling of unease, even as a slight sense of reliefâor maybe hopeâ began to grow inside of you.Â
âThen I advise you to get on your knees before I change my mind.â You blinked rapidly, unsure if you heard him correctly. Surely not.Â
âIâ what?â You stammered, breathing in so fast you nearly choked on air as your heart pounded out of your chest.Â
âOh, you heard me.â He rose to his feet, and your eyes intently followed his every movement. The way the moonlight seeped through the blinds illuminated him, and for the first time, you could clearly see his ocean-blue eyes gazing down at you with intense focusâ the only feature of his face that was visible through the mask.Â
He reached the knife out again, causing you to flinch, but this time he pressed it under your chin to lift your head, the pointy end digging into your soft skin.
âYou donât think I noticed?â he began, and you sat frozen, knowing that a single movement would press the knife deep into your skin.Â
âYou donât think I noticed the way you looked at me with those pretty eyes?â You raised an eyebrow in puzzlement, unsure of what he was hinting at, and you absolutely hated thisâ the vagueness of his words. You hated having to guess what he meant. It made you anxious.Â
âI have purged a lot of people, bella. And there is one thing aaall of them have in commonâ they all have this same, fearful look in their eyes.â he continued, and it made you wonder what he saw in yours.Â
âBut you⌠cazzo. With you, I see something else sparkling in those pupils.â The way the mask muffled his voice made you unconsciously lean in closer to hear him better, and he did the same, but for an entirely different reason, until you were merely inches apart. It was a strange observation to make in such a moment like this, but oddly enough, he smelt nice, very nice. A pleasant, musky cologne with the undertone of cigarettes filled your senses.Â
âWith you I see⌠lust, yearning, desperation.â he whispered into your ear, the knife digging deeper into your skin, yet still not deep enough to draw blood. Your eyes shot wide open before locking with his, and you felt caught. He hit the hammer right on the nail.Â
âGo on, tell me Iâm fuckinâ wrong.â but you couldnât. You couldnât tell him he was wrong. Because he wasnât. Your eyes darted nervously around the room, unable to meet those intense, piercing eyes as the ache between your legs only grew stronger.Â
âYeah⌠thatâs what I thought. Bet your panties are soaked already, arenât they?â you heard a muffled, condescending chuckle coming from under his mask as he slowly twisted the knife under your chin. You so desperately wanted to bite back, to defend yourself, to tell him that he was being ridiculousâ but the words were stuck in your throat.
âSo⌠back to where we were.â he growled as he unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants down, suddenly remembering Matthew wandering around downstairs and being able to walk in at any time, causing him to rush.Â
âCâmon sweetheart. I need to feel those pretty lips wrapped around me if you want to live, aâight? If Mattheo finds us, itâs over for you.â Ohhhh, Mattheo⌠right, right.
You hesitantly walked over to him before getting on your knees right in front of himâ right in front of his already hard erection trapped in his boxers, desperately wanting to escape as the tip formed a wet patch of precum on the fabric.Â
âWell⌠you know I could just kick you in the balls right now and run away?â There it finally wasâ the words that had been stuck in your throat, and the boldness inside of you that had finally come free. It was that unexpectedly tender demeanour of his emerging in brief moments, causing you to see him in a humane light, which stilled your fears.Â
He scoffed before aggressively gripping your hair and pulling your head back, causing you to hiss at the fresh wound on your neck stinging at the movement. He drew closer to you before suddenly holding the knife to your throat again, the softness youâd glimpsed earlier vanishing in an instant.
âOh yeah? You donât think Iâm gonna find you and cut you open? Go for it. Give it a try. Letâs see how that ends.â he warned in a low, menacing tone, your brows furrowing as you clenched your teeth, staring right into his narrowed eyes.Â
âActing as if you arenât practically begging to suck me off right now, tsk. Hurry the fuck up.â he ordered in a harsh tone, abruptly letting go of your hair and retracting the knife from your throat.
Realising you had no other choice but to follow his orders, you stared up at his masked face, before your gaze fell on his boxers. You could tell he was big just from the imprint through the thin fabricâ oh, there was no doubt in that. Reluctantly, you drew your head closer to his crotch, teasingly using your teeth to pull the waistband of his boxers down before slowly sliding them off.Â
âSee, I knew you were a fucking slut.â he growled, his amusement evident as his erection sprang free against his toned abs, precum glistening at the tip. Oh, well fuck. He was indeed huge, causing your eyes to widen momentarily as you swallowed hard. You glanced back up at him one more time, and he gave you a sharp nod, his hand on the back of your head pressing insistently, urging you closer.Â
Your head slowly inched closer to his intimidatingly large cock, and you started with placing soft kitten licks on the tip, tasting the salty precum, when suddenly a mischievous smile began to curve your glossed lips. In one swift, unexpected motion, you wrapped your mouth around his throbbing length, firmly pressing your teeth into the skin while at the same time your hand darted to his balls, your sharp nails digging deep into the sensitive flesh.Â
âThat fuckinâ hurts, you bitch. Cazzo!â Theo cursed, aggressively pushing you back until you hit the bed, yet the same mischievous smile on your face only widened. It confused him how the terrified, weak girl he saw earlier had transformed into⌠this.Â
âDidnât expect you to be such a fucking pussy.â you challenged him, fire burning in your eyes. Not because you wanted to die, but because deep down you knew you werenât going to. If he wanted to kill you, he wouldâve done that already. With the precum leaking from his painfully hard erection right in front of you, you knew the only thing on his mind was finding his release. He was a man after allâ simple, driven by his desires.
âYou better shut that little mouthââÂ
âOr what? You're gonna threaten me again with that stupid little knifeââ before you could even finish your sentence, he grabbed you by the hair, yanking you roughly towards him, his cock forcing its way into your mouth. The tip hit the back of your throat instantly, triggering your gag reflex as you struggled to breathe around his thick, aching erection. He quickly set a brutal rhythm, bucking his hips aggressively into your mouth, and you felt your eyes well with tears, saliva running down your chin.Â
âIf you stop, Iâll make you fucking regret it.â His hand gripped your hair in a tight ponytail, pulling you to meet his thrusts as he relentlessly fucked your mouth. Gagging sounds filled the room as he forced your head down as far as possible, groaning at the sight beneath himâ a sight that could so easily make him come already.
âYou wanted this from the start, huh? Such a patheticââ Theoâs sentence was then abruptly cut off when the door suddenly swung open and slammed against the wall, causing you both to freeze and stare, wide-eyed and horrified. A chill ran down your spine as you noticed another masked man standing in the doorway, holding a blood-soaked baseball bat while casually leaning against the doorframe. Oh no. Â
âWell, well, well⌠look what we have here. You really thought I wouldnât find out, Theodore? How cute.âÂ
Mattheo.Â
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the tiger and his milk! đŻ
in this world, a certain tiger hybrid male keeps a keen eye on a cow hybrid female next door...
warnings; female reader, inaccurate?omegaverse, lactation without pregnancy, animal-human hybrid AU (but theyre more human than animal tbh just imagine them with ears and a tail), heat and rut, breeding, alcohol as aphrodisiac, bullying of the cervix, tit sucking, nipple teasing, biting, dry humping, overstimulation, sexual frustration, neighbours-with-benefits, knotting, f!masturbation, lots of cum, this is straight up just a hxntai oop
word count; 6.5k
dividers by @/saradika-graphics and @/thecutestgrotto
do NOT expect a serious and well-paced writing from this one, i was horny and the end result is just.... this. sorry not sorry, I AM WARNING YALL; this is one degenerate ass fic also forgive me for any inaccuracies in any of the tropes i used, i just cherry picked the parts i wanted and mixed it all together so...
moving to this new neighborhood hasn't been all too easy for you.
being a little low on money aside, there's a certain rambunctious neighbour who won't leave you alone. he playfully terrorises you with threats to eat you up, and makes comments that all go straight to your head, making you feel weak and flustered, leading you to cower beneath him. though you should firmly tell him to cut it out, you struggle to do this when youâre dealing with someone who could be a natural predator of yours, had you been an actual sow and not a hybrid.Â
that, and also-
strangely, there's a part of you that doesn't despise the way he treats you. in fact, when you see his large, brutish hands and the veins that run up his arms, you feel yourself squeezing your thighs together. you brush it off as it being a result of your apparent loneliness and sexual frustration. there's nothing good that'd come out from being with such a discourteous man.
setting that aside... there are numerous other problems that you've been having to deal with, recently.
your breasts have been collecting milk faster, and much more than usual, recently.
even for cow hybrids, milk should only be produced when the female is pregnant, and for only a year or two at most after giving birth. for some unknown reason, you produce it all year round, even without needing to have children. doctor after doctor you've visited, and all they've told you is that you're a strange anomaly. there is nothing you can do about it except extract it every now and then, to relieve the pain and swelling.
tonight, that is what you're planning on busying yourself with, once you get home from your shitty office job.
walking towards your porch with a deep sigh, you hear a deep voice call out to you.
"bad day at work, dollface?" your terrible neighbour-- sukuna, he's called, asks you with a cigarette in his hand dressed in jeans and a black tanktop. his tail swishes playfully behind him.
dollface. one of the few nicknames he uses condescendingly to refer to you. it's either dollface, doll, or sweetheart, and you don't recall ever hearing him actually use your name.
"um, work was alright... thank you for asking. have a good evening."
you like to make things short and stop any further conversation from happening, even though it might come off as a little awkward. one of sukuna's ears flick at your dry response, but he doesn't seem to bother you any further as you hurriedly unlock your front door and head inside.
sukuna drops his cigarette bud on the ground, and puts out the flame by stepping on it. you're not very sociable, as per usual...
but your sweet, passing scent makes for a little growl to rise in the back of his throat. sweet milk. that's what you always smell like. how curious. how tempting.
once you're home, you immediately grab your breastmilk pump that sits beside your sink. it hasn't been too long since you last cleaned it. you unhook your bra, and grimace at the wet stains on it, from leaking bit by bit throughout the day.
you press the pump up against one of your breasts and press the on button. it starts doing it's job. you sigh from relief, and watch as it fills up quite quickly. you wonder what you should do with all of it...
you stop the pump to empty it out into a glass bottle. it's a tedious process. sometimes... sometimes you wish you had a partner who could help you with it. sometimes, you wish someone would latch their mouth on and extract you directly-
what if he-- sukuna- did that for you? forcefully held you down and-
your eyes widen and your tail droops with shock at your own intrusive thoughts. heavens, no! you need to get yourself a partner. it's been too long. you hope you're not heading into heat already? it's not time for that yet, at least not according to your usual cycle. shaking your head as you extract the remnants of the milk from your breasts, you finish up quickly.
at least tomorrow, it will be saturday.
you'd forgotten about how overgrown the grass in your front yard had gotten. so, even though it's a saturday, and despite how you'd love to stay inside with all the curtains shut and doors locked tight... an unpleasant duty calls outside.
but despite the meticulous preparation of lathering enough sunscreen over yourself in protection against the sun's rays - the lawn mower suddenly doesn't want to heed to your calling.
your face scrunches up into a frown. darn thing.
the useless machine splutters and makes an obnoxious noise only in the beginning before giving out, no matter how many times you try to rev it back up again.
"goddamn it. you stupid thing," you mutter under your breath, crouching down to inspect it.
"need help?"
sukuna leans against the fence that is shorter than his own height, watching you with amusement. he'd been observing you for quite a few minutes by now.
"no thank you. i'm quite alright..." you respond without turning back. you know damn well whose voice that belongs to.
but does he listen? of course not! you hear the noise of the man easily bypassing the fence by elegantly hopping over it, before walking over towards you. how funny, even the fence fails to serve it's purpose in this moment.
"like that's believable. you think verbally degrading it will make it work?" sukuna snorts, coming around and shooing you away from the lawn mower.
he gives it a nice big rev, but not much happens. you smile slightly, wondering if he was going to make a fool of himself, after all that big attitude.
sukuna brings his foot against the side of the machine and gives it a hard kick. the sound startles you.
and now it's starting up nicely, and beginning to do it's job.
the man begins to mow your lawn for you, without another word. you stand around, not knowing what to do... your ears flicker as you stare at him doing your job for you. it feels odd. what is he up to?
well... no matter the hidden motive, it's true that he's doing you a huge favour. perhaps you should at least make a cold beverage for him, once he finishes with your yard. after observing him for a while, you head back inside to search for what would serve as an appropriate iced drink.
by the time you've stepped back outside, the yard is cut neatly and sukuna is in the midst of returning your lawn mower to your garage.
you silently hand him over his drink, and he takes it with a smirk.
"it's gone..." he suddenly comments.
"what's gone?" you question, with a raised eyebrow.
"that sweet smell that always surrounds you."
he proceeds to down his drink very quickly, not breaking eye contact with you. then, he starts chewing on the ice, tail swishing mischievously behind him.
"i... don't know what you mean." you cross your arms.
"hmm. playing dumb, i see. that's fine, i suppose."
you stand awkwardly with him in silence, simply listening to him crunching away on the ice. the heat from the sunlight gets more and more unbearable.
"if you're done with your drink... i think i'll start heading back inside now. thank you for your help today," you tell him politely, carefully taking your cup back from his hands.
he makes it seem like he's handing it over to you obediently, but then he tightens his grip against it when you're holding onto the glass, making you stare up at him in confusion. he pulls it back, so that you stumble closer to him.
"just letting you know. if you need any help, you can always ask me."
you're a bit nervous, but you try not to show it. does he know something? how much does he know? you feel your tail cowardly fall in between your legs. sukuna's ears give a light flick, but you don't know what that means.
"...we're neighbours, after all."
you look at him with distrust, holding onto your cup tighter. your gaze is unwavering as you meet his eyes.
"sure. i'll keep that in mind," you respond slowly.
seemingly satisfied, he lets go of your glass.
"thanks for the drink. see you."
it's a short backhanded wave he gives you, before he hops over the fence again. you narrow your eyes. just what kind of fence is this useless? can't even keep away one bad, bad man. you're not sure how much he's caught onto, but you sure hope he stops being interested in you with enough time. he easily sends odd tingles down your spine, and you don't like that one bit.
not at all...
the working part of an office job isn't actually that bad.
it's the people involved around you that makes it a living hell. nothing gets your blood pressure higher than your collusive colleagues and snobby superiors - especially the lazy ones who do everything to shove their workload onto other people.
such people are yet also, annoyingly obsessed with get-togethers and teamwork, which makes you laugh.
today is such an unlucky day, that you've been dragged off to an after-work gathering at some cheap restaurant with your shitty coworkers, all because one of them decided that they needed one.
nothing like being surrounded by a bunch of people that you hate, on a wednesday evening. you have to put on a fake smile, and remain the passive, agreeable coworker in this environment. they coerce you to drink more alcohol. you want to decline, but you feel as though you'll ruin the mood if you turn them down. you down a few pints of beer.
you can feel your breasts leaking again.
just let me go home, you think to yourself, for the fifth time in a row.
your wish is only granted after an hour or two later. you're still sober, maybe a little tipsy, seeing as you can feel the heat in your face from the alcohol. your body is probably not taking it very well today.
the first thing you do when you get home is washing your hands and settling down with your little trusty pump. when you undo your bra, you sigh in relief as your chest feels free. and also...
it's probably the alcohol acting as an aphrodisiac - you're a bit more sensitive tonight. you caress the swell of your breast and groan, your horniness overriding how tired you are. your other hand wanders down your panties, and your ears droop down.
you purse your lips together and let your fingers work against your clit for an orgasm that you know will be unsatisfactory, but you chase after such pleasure regardless. your breaths quicken, and you tilt your head back, closing your eyes. nearly there...
just when you were about to reach your first high of the night, a firm knock is heard from your door. just your luck. a ruined orgasm.
who can it be, at this time of the evening? you throw on a cardigan that just barely covers you up, and boldly stomp towards the door, irritated. you could give this person just about any piece of your mind.
but when you open the door, you're met with your most cunning and bothersome of a neighbour, sukuna. maybe it's because you're hornier than ever right now - you feel as though he looks even...hotter, tonight. his scent makes you dizzy.
sukuna had come by because he needed an ingredient for his dinner.
he wasn't expecting to be met with the eye candy that is your slightly disheveled self, with one hand keeping your loose cardigan together, while you're very obviously braless, judging by your nipples jutting out against the fabric. that, and the thick smell of your arousal that hit him right when the door had opened.
"wh-what do you want?" you ask, a little breathless, trying to keep it together.
sukuna looks down at you, trying to keep himself calm. this seems amusing. he doesn't think he'll be able to stop himself from tenting his pants soon, if he stays around you longer...
"you look like you were busy with something... sorry to interrupt," he voices slyly, his fangs showing when he smiles.
"just... get on with it, please," you frown, your legs squeezing together. you can never tell what he's thinking - whether he knows everything or if he's pretending to know everything.
"nothing much, just ran out of salt at home. could i get some of yours?" sukuna shrugs innocently, holding up his empty salt jar.
"hold on a second."
you turn around to button your cardigan up with a sigh of annoyance, and you tell him to come in while you grab your salt from the kitchen.
once sukuna steps inside, he observes a million details at once. the very first thing he sees is your little pump that you'd forgotten to put away there. there's no way that puny thing is enough for you, is it?
in your kitchen, you grab your jar of salt, and attempt to open the thing - but your arms feel like jelly at the moment. you grit your teeth and try harder, cursing at yourself for shutting it so tight the last time you used it. you begin to strain your arms further. sukuna marvels at this excellent opportunity he is granted.
your feelings of irritation are whisked away when a pair of hands gently land on top of yours, against the jar. his fingertips reach the lid through the gaps between your own fingers. you feel the bigger man's body warmth, when he comes around from behind. it makes you feel so weak. your tail is hanging off to the side, raised high.
sukuna applies a bit of pressure, and the jar comes off easily. you note how warm his large hands feel.
"i came here for the salt, but now i'm thinking maybe i won't need it anymore..." he whispers down at you. your ears can't help but flicker from his voice.
"what... do you mean by that?" you ask, not knowing what to think.
he guides your hands to put the salt down on the counter. and then his body presses up against yours a little harder. you can feel his growing boner against your behind, and you feel lightheaded. sukuna peers down longingly at the exposed side of your neck.
your pheromones mix with his, and his fluffy tail curls around your leg, almost possessively. sukuna's hands are still holding onto yours, and you feel your breaths get more laboured by the tension.
"i promised to lend my help, didn't i? c'mon..." he coaxes, speaking closely so that his breath grazes against the skin of your neck.
you feel yourself starting to sweat a little more - his body heat is just too much. your chest is uncomfortably full, and the thought of someone sucking on your sensitive nipples is enough for you to finally cave in, and play the fool for the night.
you break free from his grasp for a moment, and hesitatingly point to your couch.
"...sit. it's probably easier on the couch," you tell him, not looking his way. and now you're even shoving him towards it, impatiently.
"my, how demanding," he comments teasingly. he knows you purposefully broke the tension - to prevent him from taking the lead. but he obediently takes a seat on your couch. following that, you awkwardly mount him and sit on his lap.
sukuna watches with a softer smirk as you unbutton yourself again, revealing your leaky breasts with a flustered look on your face. sukuna's hit with that familiar sweet scent that's always been floating around you all this time - but now, it's right in front of him, in full force. it makes his mouth water. he was right about you lactating.
"....go ahead," you tell him shamelessly, yet still sorely embarrassed, cheeks feeling so warm that you're concerned you might pass out. "just be gentle," you warn him, looking at him with a little hesitation and pursed lips.
sukuna feels his cock twitch against you, and he wonders if you can feel it too, from the way you're sitting right on it. his own face feels quite flushed - any man would be the same if they were in his position. such a pretty thing in his lap, willingly undoing her buttons for him. he's never seen tits more beautiful than yours.
"hurry-" you breathe out, impatient, and moreover, shy from the way he's shamelessly admiring your face and chest with a dumb smirk plastered on his face.
not even a millisecond after you say it, he puts his searing hot mouth around one of your nipples. your brain ceases to function as a zap runs through your body, and you whine without meaning to, your back arching against the couch. though you grab at his shoulder, your other hand claps over your own mouth to muffle your moans.
the suction of his mouth does wonders for pleasure, nothing like the dull feeling that your mechanic pump gives. you hear his throaty growls as he sucks on your nipple, getting a mouthful of the taste of your sweet milk. you shudder under him, becoming pliant with his touch.
sukuna bathes in your warmth and the softness of your breasts, enjoying how he is able to breathe in your scent from this close. your milk isn't like anything he's ever had before. not too sweet and yet not bland - a taste that is unique to you...
his other hand squeezes your other nipple, making sure it isn't too lonely from his touch. you jerk your hips against him, whole body twitching from the pleasure, the joy of having your tits milked by someone else rather than yourself. you can't hold your moans back any longer.
"fuck... oh please..." you mumble, feeling your breast being drained of it's milk.
he stops sucking for a moment, and you see the beautiful but subtle blush on his cheeks, as he looks up at you like he's intoxicated. he lets his tongue out and flicks it up and down your erect nipple, rolling it around the areola. it makes you whimper and tremble in his lap.
"don't... tease me..." you say through gritted teeth, frowning at him while he merely chuckles at your reaction.
sukuna attaches his mouth to your other breast, as it's leaking so much - as if to beg him to drain it next.
your cunt is pulsing so bad, and you feel yourself drenching your panties already. you subconsciously grind down against him and his obvious boner, trying to relieve yourself, desperate to reach a proper orgasm this time. both of you are in a lusty haze, unconcentrated eyes, you're lost in pleasure and he's lost in the taste of you, your breast milk dripping down his chin as he messily gulps down with greed.
sukuna also bucks his hips up against you, cock straining in his pants - god, he's so hard that it hurts. when was the last time he's felt such a way? he breathlessly sucks and slurps everything out of you, feeling the milk pass down his throat and into his stomach. he could drink this shit forever.
he wants to cum. he's gonna fucking cum. into his pants no less, like a damn virgin. with the way you're rolling your hips around and grinding down on him like a whore, its only a matter of time.
"haah... sukuna... more- do it more," you plead, relishing in the pleasure of having your tits taken care of, while you get yourself off on his very obvious erection - rubbing your clothed cunt against him. it feels so good on your sensitive clit, you're gonna lose your damn mind.
sukuna doesn't pry his lips away from your nipple, but his hands come off your breasts - you feel his arms wrap around your waist instead, holding you down against him tightly, guiding your hips and helping himself dry hump you harder while his face is still all up in your tits.
your breathing quickens even further, and you grab fistfuls of his shirt on his back, shutting your eyes in anticipation-- before letting your orgasm crash over you completely. you gasp as your clit throbs intensely, and you feel slick leaking all over in your panties as you ride your climax out against sukuna's hard cock, shuddering as you do so.
sukuna groans with his mouth still on your breast, his orgasm coming a little later than yours, dick twitching as rope after rope of his cum soils his boxers, hips bucking up into you without control - it feels so restricted in his shorts, and he desperately wants to take it out. his lips finally leave your swollen nipple with a little pop sound. his large hands come to grope the soft flesh as he comes off his high, a dull throb ringing in his cock, one orgasm being far from enough.
"look at you, rubbing your cunt all over my cock to get yourself off, like a proper slut. aren't you a little too eager?" he teases breathlessly, with a weak smirk on his face.
"you're the one... that came onto me so strongly..." you pant, drunk from the waves of pleasure you just received, and from the endless twitching of sukuna's giant cock... he's still hard.
"just admit that you're perverted. arguably, even worse than what i am," sukuna mocks, pinching at your nipples, making you wince.
"shut up, you."
in the spur of the moment, you lift your hips up slightly to shove your hand down his pants to take his dick out due to irritation. sukuna gives the slightest flinch from the sensation of your hand, grabbing onto his now bare erection.
you begin to fiercely jerk him off with a frown on your face, wanting to punish him for his comments a few seconds ago, knowing he's still sensitive from his recent orgasm.
"fuck-! what're you-" he cuts his own voice off with a choked off gasp due to the tight grip of your hand against his twitching cock. he's back to bucking his hips again as you pump up and down with both hands, his dick already being lathered with his own cum making it easier for you. the noises that come out of him almost fills you with pride - and also surprise. you'd never thought that someone like him would ever moan in this way... you jerk him off faster, and a little harder, being fixated on his pretty looking cock that keeps jumping in your hands.
"shit! that's- enough-" sukuna gasps again, chest heaving and whole body jerking, but oddly, not attempting to stop you at all.
you watch in awe, as his cock spurts out several strings of white cum once again, his head tilted back with deep groans, dick pulsing - your hands keep away from it for the first few seconds just to observe, but then you help to milk it dry, grabbing his base and slowly stroking up and down. he shudders from your touch, and the sight of him being so sorely sensitive makes you feel your heartbeat in your pussy again.
he really does cum a shit ton. it goes for what seems to be like ages, never ending pulses of his cock and rope after rope tainting your hands, and his own stomach. the way he shivers before you, how captivating his groans sound, it all makes you want to do it all over again.
you slowly rub his tip against your palm, playing with his dick as if it were a toy - but this time, he grabs your wrist to stop you.
"enough..." he says with a low voice - and the look that he gives you sends a shiver down your spine.
he's beginning to smell a bit different. its not like before. and it's getting thicker by the second...
"ah, fuck.... i'm in rut," sukuna admits with a scowl, and a flushed face.
the realisation hits you like a truck.
"look at what you've done," sukuna growls as he grabs your hips and pushes you closer towards him, his cock impossibly harder. he's breathing heavily, and you see the precum that's gathering on his tip. he won't be able to hold himself back much longer, and you know it.
and curse the omega in you - you're unable to resist him, and you can feel yourself syncing with his rut, a strange swoop occurring in your stomach. his strong pheromones make you lightheaded and feverish, instigating your submissive side as you become obedient - sitting on his lap with an eager shine in your eyes, breathing heavy from his strong scent and your desire to be dominated.
you want to have your brains fucked out. you can't take it anymore.
as if reading your mind, sukuna lunges forward and practically throws you onto your back on your couch - you let out a yelp and watch as he pulls your shorts and panties down and casts them aside, stripping you completely. you feel so vulnerable, but his intense strength and desperation is only adding to your arousal.
he pushes your knees up and rubs his cock up against your clit, and puckering hole.
"look at all this slick. you want me that bad huh?" sukuna remarks darkly, sweat gathering on his temples.
you grit your teeth, fighting the urge to give him a meek response - having the strange desire to provoke and set him off until the end.
"you're the desperate one here..." you tell him breathlessly, sensing how his dick is practically begging to be inside you, with the way it twitches on your cunt.
your blood runs cold for a second, when you see the way he looks down at you, with a vein popping out on his forehead.
"...maybe i am," he relents, with a low voice, grabbing your face.
and then he leans down to shove his lips against yours, while thrusting his cock into you at the same time.
you whimper into the kiss as his tip hits your womb like nothing. you'd ignored how massive he was at the start, but now it's impossible to brush off.
"t-too big..." you mumble when he breaks away from your lips.
sukuna groans as he drags his cock in and out of your sopping cunt, practically holding him in an iron grip from the suction. your endless amount of slick coats his dick with plenty of lubricant to fuck you more easily.
"you can take it, doll. i'll make you take it..."
his eyes dilate as he begins to piston his hips at a fast but uneven pace, groaning shamelessly as his cock ravishes your pussy by hitting all the right places, heavy balls smacking against your ass with every thrust. the pleasure runs through your veins like electricity, and you feel high off the feeling of someone so big and strong using you like you were his fleshlight - to relieve his rut.
you can barely breathe from the way he pounds you, relentlessly pushing you to the limit, tears forming in your eyes and high pitched moans coming from your throat.
"ohh-! sukuna... oh, please please please..." you plead, almost sobbing.
he responds by leaning down to lather his tongue against your scent glands, sucking on them and rest of the skin on your neck. you shudder and let out another set of whimpers - and sukuna's fangs feel antsy, wanting to sink them into your flesh.
sukuna aims for the sweetness from your breasts, to distract himself. you cry out as he roughly latches onto your nipple and begins to suck as he squeezes your soft flesh. his cock feels like it's about to burst.
when he stimulates your nipples a certain way and his tip grazes your g-spot at the same time, you're hit with an orgasm that makes you squeal and has your cunt fluttering uncontrollably.
his dick gives in to the sudden milkings of your pussy and sukuna pushes his hips to settle himself into you as deep as he can - giving a choked off groan from the sudden climax as his cock swells up inside of you, anchoring itself.
the knowledge of him knotting you doesn't seem to matter as you enjoy the feeling of the warm gush of his cum pouring into your womb, his balls clenching with every rope that spurts out, messily coating your walls with white.
sukuna pants so heavily above you, abs flexing as he continues to orgasm in your warm cunt that still has a dull pulse from your previous climax. he nuzzles into the crook of your neck with a soft growl, and you wrap your arms around his shoulders.
your breathing relaxes as you lay still on the couch while sukuna weighs you down and breeds you properly, consequences be damned. you could try and fight him off, but it's been so long since you've been so sexually satisfied that your logical thinking has turned itself off. all you want to do is enjoy bathing in the pheromones of your alpha and let the heaviness of his large body drape over yours as he pumps you full of his babies.
sukuna is usually very careful about who he's around when he's in a rut - and he's always made sure either he or his partner had some sort of protection on before doing anything. he wouldn't want to go around having kids with the wrong people. it's hard to say whether you're wrong or right for him - he doesn't know much about you to judge yet...
but you make him feel so right.
and he's still fighting off the urge to mark you to make you officially his, with drool beginning to run down his chin. his fangs are making it unbearable; he needs to bite something right now.
"you look restless..." you tell him, getting him to tear his gaze away from your neck, to your face instead.
you pull him in for a messy kiss, slipping your tongue into his mouth. he feels the way you brush over his fangs, paying extra attention to them as you make out with him, and it makes him groan. you must have done this with someone else before. sukuna nips at your tongue and lower lip, doing his best not to break skin - trying to relieve himself of the urge to bite.
the swell of his knot is gradually subsiding, but you know that the night is far from over.
"which way to your bedroom?" sukuna asks after breaking away from your kiss, breathlessly.
"farthest down the corridor, past the kitchen.." you respond, feeling a little needy after he abruptly stopped the kiss like that.
"hold onto me."
he lifts you up easily with his arms, and you wrap your legs around his waist, arms over his shoulders. the display of strength makes your heartbeat quicken.
when you're laid upon the soft mattress of your bed, his lips come crashing down again - while his hips begin to give shallow thrusts, cock still hard and throbbing. sukuna kisses you like he's a man starved, and you feel as though he might actually swallow you up at this rate.
the strong grip on your hips tighten as his pace gets rougher. you have to break away to gasp and moan. every time he jostles your body, you feel his previous heavy load sloshing inside you, and it's getting too much. sukuna doesn't look like he's even entirely here, hips moving mindlessly and drool dripping down his chin - it's a terrifyingly arousing sight.
he tries to come down and kiss you again, but you have to push his face away - you're so out of breath that you're afraid you might pass out if he does that again. it's overwhelming, how his thick cock bullies itself against your walls over and over again.
sukuna doesn't seem too pleased that you're pushing him away; he holds you tighter and he adjusts his hips to fuck you deeper. you mewl loudly, but keep your hand weakly against his face - he doesn't force it away, but lets his tongue droop out, caressing your fingers with it. you feel him bite and suck on your hand as his sharp thrusts produce small bulges in your stomach.
you witness his eyes dilating again, and you swear you see hearts in them this time, your fingers still in his mouth.
his dick feels so, so good in your pussy. your intoxicating smell now surrounds him after coming into your bedroom, and it's driving him insane. he grunts above you, balls feeling heavy, dick pulsing as his tip finds its way knocking on your cervix. there's a thick ring of cream foaming on the base of his cock now, a mixed concoction of both his cum and your slick.
his thrusting gets sloppy and his hips stutter, meaning that he's going to orgasm again. sukuna's eyes roll back, as he messily "kisses" your hand, pushing himself balls deep into you at the final moment.
you arch your back at the sensation of his knot swelling up once again, cumming at this moment. sukuna almost topples over from the tightness, as the walls of your cunt flutter around his knot, effectively squeezing everything out of him.
"f-fu-uuck..." he drones out, his voice dragging the curse word out.
you feel him dumping every drop into your poor womb, emptying his balls. you're afraid that you'll get addicted to this "full" feeling, the warmth of his seed filling you up, the way your insides can feel his cock twitch violently with every thick string of cum he shoots out. you never imagined being held down and inseminated would feel this good.
sukuna's eyes are half-lidded, pleasure continuing to run up and down his spine. he pins your wrist down against the bed suddenly, and latches his mouth to one of your breasts - beginning to suck immediately, like he's trying to rehydrate himself with your milk. you shudder. it seems as though he's doing nothing but take, take, and take from your body... not that you'll stop him from doing so.
you run your fingers through his soft hair, catching your breath, slightly trembling each time he sucks a little too hard. shortly after he is seemingly content, he completely collapses his body over yours, face all up in your breasts, purring while his knot still sits inside of you.
you sense that it's only the beginning of a long, long night.
once the sun has rolled into the sky, you finally remember the fact that the weekdays haven't finished yet - and that you're supposed to be getting ready for work right now.
problem is, there's a certain someone clinging to your whole body from behind, still purring against the nape of your neck with a hand lazily groping the flesh of your tit. you can feel his fluffy tail curling around yours, possessively. you're sleepy, and his stupid purring keeps coaxing you to take a nap. he's a lot more docile and softhearted than you imagined. you supposed he'd be out of your house by now.
you reach out and feel around to grab your phone, to give your workplace a call to take the day off. while you're on the phone, sukuna places soft kisses down your back. you hope your boss can't hear the excessive vibration in the background. once you're done with that, you shove your phone under your pillow.
"i need a nap... you can use my shower, or go home, whichever you prefer," you tell him sleepily, shutting your eyes.
"is sleeping next to you also an option?" he asks from behind you, snuggling up closer.
"mm," you reply mindlessly, already dozing off. he slips his arm under your head. admittedly, his arm pillow does feel comfortable.
when you next wake up in a few hours time, you don't know what to feel when you notice that he's still next to you in bed.
"finally awake?"
"yeah... i'm surprised you haven't left," you mumble, following that with a yawn.
"i'm surprised you're not chasing me out," he shoots back.
"what would be the point? i'll see you again the moment i step outside the house."
"i bet you love that. being able to see me all the time," sukuna teases, twirling a strand of your hair with his finger.
"ugh, think what you will," you roll your eyes, trying not to be flustered.
you suddenly realise how thirsty and hungry you are.
"i'm starving... i don't remember what's in the fridge," you mumble to yourself.
"hop in the shower with me and i'll take care of all your meals today," he offers, smirking.
you don't really trust his intentions - especially something as intimate as showering together - but you are famished, and you don't think you will be bothered to cook at all today.
"what meals are we thinking?" you ask, curious.
"hm. well, how about steak?"
"... is that a threat?"
sukuna bursts into laughter.
he informs you that the salt he had originally wanted from you was supposed to be for the steak he was cooking last night. who knew that he'd be having a different kind of steak that evening? you look unamused as he makes the joke between chuckles.
unsurprisingly, you do end up in the shower with him, and again, unsurprisingly, he does pay extra attention to soaping up your tits in particular, and making out with you a little here and there. but as promised, you are rewarded with possibly the best meals you've ever had since you moved to this neighbourhood.
after a bit of conversation, turns out the man is a freelance chef, which is something you would've never guessed. from first glance, he seemed like he could've been part of some gang or a shady underground business.
when you sheepishly apologise for misjudging him based on his looks, sukuna laughs once again, and tells you that he'll forgive you if you let him continue to "help you out" from here onwards...
the rest is in dot points bc im lazy!
originally, i had wanted to make this a bit more toxic but i turned it more wholesome bc i felt like ive already posted toxic stuff before this so haha...
btw you do a few pregnancy checks while sukuna is still there after that night, and it turns out negative. it's a big sigh of relief for you and while it should be the case for sukuna too, since he's never really liked the idea of having kids, for some reason there's the tiniest twinge of disappointment...
anyway - after this, their relationship turns into a weird mix between friends with benefits and ?lovers, semi slow burn
often crashing in each others beds and sharing meals, but also having periods where you won't see one another for a week or so when life gets busy
thing is, you always try and tell yourself that you'll only use him to relieve the swell in your breasts, but it's never the case. things always go out of control and you end up bouncing on his cock without thinking of the consequences.
and he can't stop himself from teasing you everytime, those tits of yours could kill a man, he swears. sukuna gets extremely touchy with them, grazing his fingertips over your nipples, groping you with your shirt still on like a lewd old man, life just feels better when he has your tit in his mouth or hands. it hardly feels like he's actually bullying you when he gets hard like a mf while doing it.
and there are moments where he blurs the line between FWB and becoming something a little more, like when he scents you before you leave his place. "...why're you scenting me?" "why not?"
there is an incident that happens in your house one time, where a huge water leak had happened while you were away at work, drenching the floorboards and things requiring a lot of fixing. you had nowhere else to stay that wasn't either a motel or some cheap sauna so sukuna offered you to sleep at his place for the time being.
"but there's nowhere for you to sleep except for my bed. i'm not bothered to clean out any of the spare rooms and i don't suppose you want to sleep on the sofa for weeks straight?" a sly method of getting you to sleep next to him.
it really made things between you two feel a lot more intimate and romantic, a lot of tension, especially when sleeping together without the sex and doing all the chores. both of you felt a little empty when the house maintenance was all done and you had to go back to your own place.
also, this man is quite loaded with money. freelance chef popular in demand, but he only takes up jobs that he feels like doing. sometimes he'll leave his house empty for longer times because he's busy, which makes you quite lonely and confused, since he doesn't really explain to you where he's going and why a lot of the time.
when he eventually is back again, he is met with you, holding the scent of some other alpha. he finds himself feeling incredibly upset and possessive, even though he's always deemed relationships to be superficial in his life, because it limits his freedom. but he just feels so deeply unhappy about it that he ends up arguing with you
he knows it shouldn't be something he is entitled to feel angry about when he's not even properly committed to you but it's not like he's ever mingled with other omegas ever since he's met you? it just felt so unfair to him in the moment.
shortly after the argument, you end up confessing you didn't even do anything with the alpha anyway, just a boring date and one quick hug. and sukuna also explains that it was his fault in the first place, leaving and coming back without saying anything. turns out that he sometimes works as a chef in places like hotels and when he's preparing food for companies or people who live a distance away, he just spends the nights somewhere nearby for convenience.
the tension is high after both of you are finished clearing things up, and it eventually leads to sex again. he wants to get rid of that scent ASAP, whether it was from just a hug or not, he needs it GONE. and this time, he properly marks you, sinking his fangs into your scent glands like he's always ached to do.
the night ends with you two officially becoming a couple, finally haha, happy days
the end
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DIDN'T GIVE UP đđËâ
pairing; rafe cameron x sweetie!reader
summary; after getting out of rehab, rafe is desperate to be intimate with you, so it feels like his whole world falls apart when heâs unable to arouse himself. but with plenty of commitment and a promise not to give up, he finally manages to succeed, even if itâs not in the way that youâd both wished for
content; talk of addiction and rehab, brief mention of overdose, erectile dysfunction, masturbation, brief handjob
author's note; inspired by a few conversations had over on @starfxkrinc about post rehab rafe. I'm super happy with how this one turned out, I really love exploring these sides of rafe
you hold rafeâs hand as you both walk inside. tonight has been so special, your first date since rafe got out of rehab. it had been intimate and quiet and comfortable. a lovely meal at the local gourmet restaurant filled with gentle loving touches had left you both wanting more, a more that neither of you had had for a while.
even before rehab, rafe had just stopped having sex with you. youâd thought you might get somewhere but then the od happened and heâd needed to go to rehab which meant you didnât even see him for months.Â
youâre both so touch starved, no words need to be spoken before youâre both making your way up to the bedroom, kissing and fumbling with each otherâs clothes, quickly and desperately.
âgodâ missed you so much,â he murmurs, hands on your hips as he backs through the bedroom door, turning and kicking it shut like he always used to when you first started sneaking around together.
you moan softly âme too. missed you rafe.â one of your hands wraps around his neck and the other comes down to palm at him through his pants, his bulge is noticeable but heâs not hard yet. you undo his zipper and touch him through his boxers.
you both move back towards the bed and you pull his dick out, taking it in your hand and starting to jerk him off, but you both notice something. that something being nothing, nothing is happening. his dick isnât doing anything.Â
rafe frowns and you do the same, both of you look down as your hand keeps moving for no reaction. after about thirty seconds rafe steps away, âshit Iâ I didnât know that would happen.â he rubs the back of his neck, âshit⌠shit.âÂ
you step forward and place a hand on his arm, âoh rafe⌠hey Iâm sure its normal.. you did just get outta rehab,â you try to pull him to look at you but he doesnât, he stares straight at the floor and shrugs you off.
âno⌠I.. this happens when Iâm high notâ Iâve been sober for two months.â he exaggerates, you can hear his voice beginning to break. you had considered that this might be an obstacle but you werenât expecting him to react like this, surely all itâs going to take is a bit of trial and error until he can get it up with as much ease as he used to.
though you suppose this must be hard for him. finally getting some normality back and he canât even properly enjoy it. and you know how much he hates to feel emasculated. maybe it is a big deal for him. even though itâs not guaranteed to happen yet, the imminent possibility must have shocked him into a panic.Â
thatâs fine, youâve dealt with rafe under much more serious circumstances.
you step forward, more confident now that you have an idea of what the problem is and how you can solve it. ârafe, sweetie donât panic,â you speak gently, âweâre gonna sort this out okay?âÂ
rafe looks down at you, âsorryâ sorry Iâm.. just wasnât expectinâ it..â he scratches the back of his neck, looking down at his uncovered self. you nod, understanding his distress.
âthatâs okay, it was a surprise huh?â you stroke his arm gently, âyou wanna try again?â you ask gently and he nods shakily, taking a calming breath before letting you guide him to the bed. he sits down first and then you climb on after him, straddling his lap and quickly managing to retain the mood you were in before.
you grind down a little and his hands come to your hips to help your movements like he normally would but heâs quickly letting out an agitated noise and pushing you off. âitâs not working,â he groans in frustration.Â
you pull yourself up to sit next to him. your hand comes to his chest, âoh baby,â you coo as you notice the tears welling in his eyes that heâs so obviously trying to hold back. in his mind not being able to get aroused is bad enough, crying would just make him pathetic.Â
âwhat do you wanna do huh?â you pry, stroking his chest now and coming up to kiss his shoulder. âIâm sure that there are things we can try⌠itâs only been a couple of minutes.â you try to reassure him but youâre pretty sure heâs going to be inconsolable until he can feel confident in himself again. in his mind, a couple of minutes should mean youâre already halfway through round two.
âIâ I donât understand,â he sniffles pitifully, not daring to make eye contact with you as he instead stares down at his completely motionless dick. âthis wasnât supposed to happen anymore.. I- I got sober.âÂ
you kiss him again, âyou did baby, you got sober,â you smile sympathetically, âand this is normal, its normal to have erectile dysfunction after stuff like this.â though that reassurance sets him off more.
âdonâtâ donât call it that,â he snaps ever so slightly, shoulders tensing and momentarily shrugging your hand away, âI donâtâ I canât have a dysfunction, okay itâsâ itâs gotta work.â his voice breaks just a little.
you nod, âokay⌠okay then weâll make it work, okay?â you move your body so that you can look him in the eyes, you bring your hand up to cup his face. âyou just tell me what you need, okay? we can do whatever you want, whatevers gonna help you.âÂ
he thinks for a moment, you can see the cogs in his brain turning behind his eyes as he tries to find something that he thinks may help him. his lips are parted and his cheeks are slightly pink. he eventually seems to come to a conclusion, he hesitates for a moment before speaking tentatively, âcan uh.. can I try doinâ it myself?â
you nod, âyeah, course baby.â you smile, proud of him for being able to articulate his need, âwhere do you want me? should I give you some privacy orââÂ
rafe shakes his head, âcan you stay,â he asks, âplease⌠just.. I really need you to be here.â he tries to avert his eyes, heâs embarrassed, you can tell, he reeks of humiliation and you wish that you could just take it away from him. after all that heâs been through in the past few months you feel this is the last thing he deserves.Â
âIâll stay here,â you affirm, âIâll stay here as long as you need okay? you just do whatever you need to do.â you move with him as his hand comes to grasp yours whilst the other supports him while he shakily manoeuvres himself to half sit half lay against the headboard.Â
you stay on the edge of the bed, keeping a hold of his hand as that is evidently what he wants you to do. his chest rises and falls slowly as he pushes his pants further down and then gently grasps his soft dick.Â
he begins to move tentatively, doing his best to throw his head back and not think about it. you stay quiet, just letting him figure it out for himself.Â
he manages to get it up, a little, you notice a look of clear relief on his face as he relishes in the sensation heâd worried that he wouldnât get back. his movement quickens and then his face falls as he loses it.
you stroke his thumb with your own, âitâs okay baby, just take your time.â you murmur softly as his face scrunches up in annoyance. but he perseveres, hand going back down to try once again.
he tries, he really tries. he tries so many times, over and over again, and to both of your increasing dismay he keeps losing it over and over again too.Â
poor rafe, tears slip down his cheeks and he groans from sadness and surely a little pain at the fact that heâs basically rubbed himself raw down there. his tip is pink and angry, you have half a mind to tell him to stop but you fear he may hurt himself more if he canât manage or stop on his own terms.Â
he huffs sadly. he knows he needs to stop too, âjustâ just one more try.â he says, âone more.â he nods decisively before looking up to you, almost as if to ask for your blessing to just try one more time.Â
of course you nod, âyeah, one more time. youâve got this rafe,â you tell him, squeezing his hand reassuringly with a loving smile, hoping to encourage him to finally get it.Â
rafe starts again, slowly at first and then he builds up his movements, it takes a long few minutes but he manages to get himself hard, fully hard. he grunts and groans and you have to stop yourself from slipping a hand under your own underwear so as not to distract him from his moment.Â
after another long few minutes he practically cries out, then whimpers and then tears of relief fall down his cheeks as he finally cums. itâs not a lot, and it doesnât last long, but it does him good. the feeling simply overwhelms him and he finally feels reassured that he can be normal again.
once heâs ridden it out you wipe the tears from his cheek with your free hand, âhey.â you smile down at him, âwell done, you did so good.â you speak gently, âIâm so proud of you, you didnât give up.âÂ
rafe smiles, his previous humiliation replaced with pure bliss and relief, âyeah,â he nods, sighing breaths of relief, âdidnât give up.â maybe this evening didnât go exactly as expected, but you think, with the circumstances, it turned out okay.
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"No One Mourns the Wicked" is about Glinda, not Elphaba
Okay, but hear me out. Wicked songs are so good at saying one thing and meaning something entirely different once you have more context. For instance, "I'm Not That Girl" is Elphaba singing about Glinda initially, then in Act 2 flips to Glinda singing about Elphaba. Because it turns out, Elphaba IS that girl and Glinda is not. When we meet the Wizard, he sings about how he always wanted to be a father. When you get to Act 2, you get the sad little reprise in the background music as he realizes that WHOOPS, he was one and he destroyed his only kid. "Defying Gravity" starts with "I hope you're happy" in the sarcastic sense and ends with them both using the same phrase to genuinely wish one another well.
"Thank Goodness" is set up as a cheerful engagement song where Glinda genuinely means "thank goodness for how great my life is" and ends in a place where she's insisting that she IS happy even as she realizes her engagement is a sham, her best friend is gone, and she's left with the Wizard and Madame M, who she doesn't even like.
You get the picture.
Basically, the whole musical is about subverting what you expect, starting with the base premise of "what if the Wicked Witch was the hero of the story" and digging in from there.
Honestly, I'd never paid much attention to the first song. It's a good opener, sets things up well, but it has some big competition with later songs. However, in the movie the staging and camera choices made me really notice it for the first time. Because you know what? Someone DID pay attention to that song, and you can really really tell.
For those who need a refresher, the lyrics to the chorus Glinda sings are: And Goodness knows The Wicked's lives are lonely Goodness knows The Wicked die alone It just shows when you're Wicked You're left only On your own I was always so busy noticing Glinda's grief over thinking Elphaba was genuinely dead that I failed to notice Glinda's grief over her OWN fate. The movie did such a good job with this because every time we get to the pink lines about being alone, Glinda IS alone. She is standing apart from the crowd who adores her. Standing above them. Standing at the center of a bunch of people yet still, isolated.
Because in the end, we know that Elphaba DIDN'T die alone. We know she wasn't on her own. We know her life WASN'T lonely ultimately. She had her flying monkey and animal friends. She had Fiyero.
And who does Glinda have?
Everyone, but realistically, no one. She is an ideal, not a person to most of Oz, just as much as Elphaba has become the token scapegoat. Where Elphaba is the "Wicked Witch," Glinda is "Glinda the Good Witch" - she is literally supposed to be the embodiment of goodness.
And what does Glinda have at the end of this whole thing (as of this song at least)? A disastrous end to her engagement, the death of her best friend, a sorceress who has hated her, demeaned her, and dismissed her from the start, and a con man who is also just a symbol more than a person.
I think it really hit me when Glinda throws the fire on the giant effigy of Elphaba. Ariana's acting was SO good there, because I'd expected us to see that private moment of horror or regret. What I didn't expect was the sort of determined and almost angry glare at the effigy.
But it makes sense. At this point, Glinda has realized that she lost everything and everyone she actually cared about.
As she so aptly puts it in "Thank Goodness"...
Though it is, I admit The tiniest bit Unlike I anticipated. But I couldn't be happier, Simply couldn't be happier, Well, not "simply" 'Cause getting your dreams It's strange, but it seems A little, well, complicated.
There's a kind of a sort of cost. There's a couple of things get lost. There are bridges you cross You didn't know you crossed Until you've crossed!
And if that joy, that thrill Doesn't thrill like you think it will Still-- With this perfect finale, The cheers and the ballyhoo! Who wouldn't be happier? So I couldn't be happier, Because happy is what happens When all your dreams come true.
Well, isn't it?
Happy is what happens when you're dreams come true.
It's not Elphaba's fault that Glinda has ended up this way. Glinda chose it every step of the way. Yet, if Glinda had never met Elphaba, (if she'd never known her, you could say), she might have stayed shallow and vain. She might never have been challenged to look deeper and realize how empty it all felt.
So as Glinda sings "No One Mourns the Wicked," she realizes that even if the Munchkins are singing about the "Wicked Witch," she's not.
She's singing about herself.
The one who traded her morals, friendship, and love for a taste of the admiration and power over those who don't really know her. The one who was so worried about being likable that she herself doesn't like who she's become.
Even after she makes things better for Oz and herself by sending the wizard away and getting rid of Madame M, it just leaves Glinda by herself as the leader and source of goodness in Oz. It leaves her on a pedestal she can never step off of.
It leaves her lonely.
Entirely alone.
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dukedom!AU but they realize sheâs quickly become a type of âpeoples princessâ outside the duchy
The timeline for this one is before reader tells john her request! I got this ask before part two dropped and already had some of it written. Hope you enjoy, anon! <3
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I can imagine them realizing it not from seeing it, but from hearing it, maybe during a gala hosted by John and uou. The evening is alive with music and laughter, the grand ballroom brimming with nobles and dignitaries. Yet the chatter revolve around one figure: you.
âSheâs truly remarkable, isnât she?â one elderly countess says, her voice carrying across the marble floors and gleaming ceilings. âAlways so graceful, so kind. I am quite glad she is Duchess Price, now.â
John stands near the refreshments table with Simon, and overhears the conversation. His hand tightens slightly around his glass, though his face betrays nothing. Nothing new to be talked about, it was natural. And yet-
âGraceful?â a younger lady chimes in, voice calm and polite. âSheâs more than that. Did you hear she personally visited the orphanage last week? Brought food and clothing, spoke to every child. And not for show- she refused to let any journalists near. Thatâs a true duchess.â
Simonâs brows furrows slightly, his jaw tightening. He exchanges a glance with John, the unspoken thought between them clear: she hadnât told either of them about that visit. It wasnât because John didnât trust you, or that you need his permission; he just wanted to be aware of where you go and which guards youâll take. For your own safety.
âSheâs so approachable too,â a lord adds, gesturing with his wine glass. John knows this lord, he always ends up drinking too much and being too handsy. Why would you need to speak to him? âI spoke to her briefly earlier- she didnât just listen, she cared. You can see it in her eyes. Itâs no wonder the people adore her.â
Adore is putting it way too lightly.
From the other side of the room, Kyle watches as a small group of maids gossip near the staircase. He wasnât one for eavesdropping, but their excitement is hard to ignore.
âI heard she gave her own jewelry to the head maidâs daughter to help her pay for her dowry.â One of them whispers, clutching her tray.
âThatâs not all,â another group are speaking, talking about her as well. âThe market vendors say she always pays more than is needed, even when they insist she doesnât do. Such a lovely woman.â
âWish the other nobles were like her,â the first maid says with a wistful sigh. âSheâs the only one who treats us like people.â
Kyleâs lips press into a thin line as he adjusts his gloves. He prides himself on protecting you, but hearing how far your kindness extends fills him with a quiet sense of urgency. What if someone takes advantage of you and your tender heart?
Itâs not just in the main hall that these words are said; down in the kitchens, Johnny is busy ensuring thereâs enough food with the rest of the chefs. But still, he can hear two others talking while they work, trying not to sound too snappy or angry while he listens in on them.
As the night continues, the men find themselves more and more aware of how often your name arises in conversation. They hear nobles discussing your fashion choices (Simon secretly preens), others whispering about your visits to the poorer parts of town and the funds that have been allocated into revitalizing the areas, and even rival duchesses grudgingly admitting that youâve set quite the high standard.
âI heard she stopped Lord Clinton from evicting his tenants,â one man says near the dance floor, though not quite close enough to be drawn into the dancing bodies. He is within John and Simonâs earshots.
âNot only that,â someone else âwhispersâ. âShe made sure they had food and shelter through the winter. commoners love her, and she truly embodies what it means to be a noble. A true peopleâs princess, I say.â
Johnâs gaze flickers toward you, standing across the room and laughing softly with a group of nobles. Youâre glowing tonight, the light catching in your hair and your smile as warm as ever, adorned in a beautiful dress.
âThey donât deserve her,â Kyle mutters, sidling up to him while holding a plate of finger foods.
John doesnât respond, but his grip on his glass tightens again. Itâs a wonder the glass hasnât broken et.
Simonâs voice is quiet when he speaks. âThe people see her as theirs.â He pauses, his gaze hardening. âBut sheâs ours first.â
âI cannot blame them.â John sighs. âShe is the perfect duchess. But she is also my duchess, and they seem to have forgotten that.â
John means his words, and he knows his men agree with him. The world may love you, but they know the truth: no one else can have you- not the people, not the nobles, no one but them.
The ballroom continues to buzz with conversation, and John focuses back on the two men near the edge of the dance floor.
âSheâs wasted on a duchy,â one of them says, swirling his wine with a smirk, more than just a little drunk. âWith her charm, she could outshine the Queen herself.â
âNot just charm,â the other adds in, just as drunk. âBut Influence.â
Simon stiffens, his fingers flexing at his sides. âInfluenceâ isnât something he takes lightly when it comes to you. Itâs a dangerous thing in the wrong hands- or with the wrong admirers.
âCareful,â John mutters to him. âTheyâre complimenting her, not threatening her.â
Simonâs glare softens ever so slightly. âYet.â
Johnny slowly makes his way towards a hidden corner of the ballroom, gnawing on his lips as he listens to the whispers of you.
Did you see the way she stopped to speak with the gardeners?â one of them asks. âShe even complimented the hedges I trimmed last week!â
Johnnyâs grin fades, his fingers drumming against his thigh. He enjoys seeing people appreciate you, but this feels different. They speak of you with reverence, as if youâre some untouchable figure. But Johnny knows better. Youâre no untouchable goddess- youâre his. Theirs. Thatâs what matters most.
Itâs when you step onto the dance floor that the tension truly rises. A duke- one whoâs been eyeing you all evening- approaches you with a bow, extending his hand for a dance. You hesitate, glancing toward John out of instinct. He doesnât move, but his eyes darken, his jaw clenched as he watches you take the dukeâs hand.
The music swells and you move across the floor, laughter bubbles from your lips at something your dance partner says. The men see it for what it is: polite, nothing more. But it doesnât stop the knot of irritation tightening even further.
âSheâs a vision,â someone murmurs nearby, unaware theyâre being overheard.
âWho wouldnât fall for her?â another replies.
The words hang in the air, heavy with implication.
Kyleâs gaze sharpens. Johnnyâs grin vanishes completely. Simonâs fists clench at his sides. And John, ever composed, finishes his wine in one long swallow, his eyes never leaving you.
He canât allow this to go on for any longer.
The dance ends, and as you return to the edge of the ballroom, youâre immediately surrounded by more admirers- ladies complimenting your gown, lords vying for your attention. Or would have been, if John hadnât started making his way towards you, presence larger than life.
âYour Grace,â he says smoothly, and extends his hand to you, his expression unreadable. âDance with me.â
The request- or rather, the command- is met with stunned silence. The nobles exchange glances, but a single glance from John keeps them all silent.
You blink up at him, momentarily caught off guard, before placing your hand in his. âOf course.â you murmur softly.
Johnâs grip is firm but gentle as he leads you to the dance floor, his other hand resting lightly at your waist. The orchestra begins a soft waltz, and he pulls you into the first step, his movements confident and assured.
Around you, the crowd watches, whispers starting anew, though you barely notice. All you can focus on is the intensity in Johnâs eyes as he looks down at you.
âYouâve been busy tonight.â he says after a moment, his voice low enough that only you can hear. It sends a shiver up your spine- his voice always so nice to hear.
âItâs my role,â you reply, offering him a small smile. âEveryone has been so kind.â
He hums, his eyes flicking briefly to the onlookers before returning to you. âToo kind, perhaps.â
You raise an eyebrow at his tone but say nothing, letting him guide you across the floor. His hand tightens slightly at your waist, and he pulls you even more closer.
âYouâve done well tonight,â he says after a moment, his voice softer now. âBetter than I expected, if Iâm honest. But I shouldnât have been surprised. You always seem to surprise me, my dear.â
Your cheeks warm at the unexpected praise, and you smile up at him. âThank you, John. That means a great deal.â
He leans in just slightly, his breath ghosting over your ear. âThe way they look at you,â he murmurs, his voice dropping even lower. âThey canât take their eyes off you. And I donât blame them.â
You glance up at him, startled, but his expression is unreadable once again. He continues to lead you effortlessly through the dance, his movements precise.
âBut,â he continues, his gaze locking onto yours, âtheyâll have to remember who you belong to.â
Your heart skips at his words, and for a moment, you forget where you are, the world narrowing to just the two of you. His eyes soften, his grip steady as he twirls you into the final steps of the dance.
As the music fades, he leans in again, his voice barely above a whisper. âYouâre exquisite tonight, wife. Donât let them forget it.â
With that, he leads you off the dance floor, his hand never leaving yours. The crowd parts for the both of you, their gazes following you both as John guides you back to the edge of the room, where the others wait.
Youâre still breathless, his words replaying in your mind as he steps aside, positioning himself at your shoulder. Whatever protests the nobles mightâve had about your absence dissolve under his watchful glare.
And though John doesnât say another word for the rest of the evening, his presence alone is enough to ensure no one dares to crowd you again, and no one comes between you and them. Simon and Kyle keep you busy, chatting happily with them, and Johnny joins later when the guests begin to trickle out and no one would question why a chef is there.
Peopleâs princess you maybe, you are still theirs. John simply had to show and remind everyone of that fact.
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Take My Love and Wear It
SYNOPSIS: Taking care of Charles has its own special challenges, but you didnât expect the hardest one to be the man who hired you. Distant, gruff and rough around the edges, Logan still manages to worm his way under your skin. But youâve worked your way under his, too.Â
PAIRING: Old Man Logan x fem!reader
WC: 10.8kÂ
WARNINGS: smut 18+; mdni; angst; swearing; non-explicit mentions of wounds, blood and use of stitches; extreme physical pain; Charles is a lovable, meddling little shit; fluff sprinkled in for good measure; Logan in a tub (if I had a nickel for every time I bathed him, Iâd have two nickelsâwhich isnât a lot, but its weird it happened twice, right); touch-starved Logan; handjobs; shower sex; fingering; dirty talk; oral (f receiving); sex with feelings; unprotected p in v; creampie
A/N: Thereâs something special about Old Man Logan, isnât there? Old and grumpy and desperately in need of some love and affection. I know the Charles caregiver story has been done before, but I couldnât get this idea out of my head. And then Charles starting talking in my head and well...it blossomed into this. As always, thank you to @joelsgoldrush for allowing me to send her snippets of this as I went along and offering her love, support and suggestions. I hope you enjoy this and any likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated!
You stare down at the remnants of yesterdayâs cold and congealed dinner and sigh. Scraping the food into the trash, you resist the urge to pack everything you have and leave.Â
One month.Â
One month of helping Charlesâmaking his meals, washing his clothes, giving him his meds, making sure he doesnât hurt himself (or others), assisting with daily tasksâand Logan still regards you as a nuisance, like a gnat needing to be swatted away.Â
At best, he ignores you, moving around the house as if you donât exist.Â
And at worst, he treats you with barely concealed contempt, his scowl deepening the lines of his face whenever heâs around you. As if youâre invading his space uninvited even though heâs the one that sought out help.Â
You grip the edge of the sink, staring down into the porcelain basin as if it holds some hidden answers. Every day youâve tried to break through walls Loganâs built around himself, held onto Charlesâ promise that eventually heâll soften, just give him time, but he only seems to have grown more hostile. And youâve done nothing to incur his ire besides watching him come home every day battered and bruised, his very bones weary with exhaustion, and offering your assistance.
Part of you is angryâangry that you care so much when your main focus is supposed to be Charles. Angry that despite all his efforts to come across unapproachable and cold, Loganâs worked himself under your skin and takes a little piece of you with him whenever he leaves.Â
Angry that somehow heâs stolen a piece of your heart.Â
You hear shuffling behind you and turn to find Logan entering the kitchen, fingers fastening the last buttons on his dress shirt. âWhat?â he asks gruffly and for a moment you wonder if he can read your thoughts.
You straighten and meet his gaze head on, swallowing down your nervousness. âHow much longer are we going to keep doing this, Logan?â
âDoing what?â
âThis,â you say, gesturing between you. âYou walking around here like Iâm some stain upon your life, acting like Iâm a problem when all Iâve ever done is try and help.â Your voice is steadier than you feel. âYou asked for me to be here, Logan. Itâs not like I barged in here without permission.â
Logan holds your gaze, his jaw tight, and for a moment you think heâs going to grab his keys and leave, head off into the night and drive until sunrise. His eyes soften for just a moment, something like regret crossing his features.Â
âI know why youâre here. And I doâŚappreciate it,â he says, his words coming out low and rough. As if the words taste foreign in his mouth.Â
âWouldnât kill you to show it,â you challenge.
Youâre waiting for him to lash out and instead he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. âLook, Iâm not good at this.â
âIâm not asking you to bow at my feet,â you say, hoping to ease some of the tension in the air. âAlthough, I wouldnât be mad about it.â You think you see the briefest hint of a smile flicker across his face. âI just want us to be able to live in the same space. Iâm here to help, Logan. Let me.â
âYou have no idea how hard this life is.â
A rueful smile tugs at your lips. âI understand more than you think I do.â
Loganâs gaze sharpens, inquisitive as he searches your face, as if heâs trying to decipher the meaning behind your words. He rubs a hand across his face, scratching lightly as his beard. âIâve gotta couple jobs tonight. Maybe more,â he finally says, changing the conversation. âShould be back before sunrise.â
You nod, his switch in topic not lost on you, but you donât push him. âAlright,â you say softly. âJustâjust take it easy, okay?â
He glances down at you, relief softening his gaze and you know a part of him is grateful you didnât push further.Â
Grabbing his keys, Logan heads towards the door but pauses just before heâs about to leave. He turns to look back over his shoulder. âThanks,â he murmurs, the word awkward on his lips.Â
You give him a small nod of encouragement as he slips out the door. He may not be ready to full open up, but you feel as if he extended a tiny olive branch tonight, cracked open the door just enough to let you peek in.
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Over the following weeks, Loganâs a little less avoidant. He doesnât go out of his way to make conversationâyou didnât expect him toâbut he at least as acknowledges your presence. Small nods and murmured goodbyes when he leaves and sleepy hellos when he returns. Itâs not much, but youâll take it.Â
Youâre cleaning the last of the dishes from dinner, Charles safely settled in front of the TV watching an old movie when Logan comes home. Heâs earlier than you anticipated, but exhaustion lines his face nonetheless. You expect him to slip away quietly, but he pauses instead, lingering in the doorway.Â
âSmells good,â he says softly, nodding towards the pan of half eaten lasagna still sitting on the counter.Â
Surprised, you turn around to face him. You brush the hair from your face and say, âSit. Iâll make you up some.âÂ
Logan hesitates and for a moment you think heâs about to decline, but then he nods, his shoulders dropping slightly as he sits down at the table. You fix him up a plate, setting it down in front of him with a bottle of beer as you slide into the chair across from him. Â
He tucks quietly into the food, his fork scraping against his plate as he eats, pausing only to wash it down with a few swigs of beer. You watch him, a strange satisfaction tugging at you at the sight of him actually sitting down, enjoying a meal with you, even if it is in silence.Â
âLong day?â you ask quietly, gesturing towards his bruised knuckles.
He flexes the fingers on his free hand before tucking them under the table. âNothinâ I canât handle,â he mutters, taking another bite of lasagna. âTheyâll be gone in a day or two.â
You know not that long ago an injury like that wouldnât have even marred his skin. Now, the simplest of wounds can take days to heal and itâs not the appearance of his skin that bothers you, but the newfound ache he experiences, the heaviness of constant pain.
You want to help him, ease his discomfort, like you know you could. But you know heâs not ready for that. Not yet.
âYouâre good with Charles,â Logan says then, his gaze steady on his plate. âHe seems calmer around you.â
Loganâs admission is so unexpected, you find yourself staring at him in disbelief. At your silence, his eyes flicker up to yours and you see more than simple acknowledgement in his expression. Itâs subtle, but itâs there, a current of something more, something youâre not quite sure how to address.
âThank you,â you murmur, your voice softer than you intended. âCharlesâhe means a lot to me.â You pause briefly, but something compels you to continue. âYou both do.â
His gaze is focused on you and you donât miss the flicker of surprise that breaks through his usual stoic expression. Clearing his throat, he looks down, pushing around the last bit of lasagna on his plate and then after a moment, he sets his fork down and leans back in his chair. âYou mean a lot to him, too,â Logan finally says and you wonder if heâs talking about more than just Charles.
From the living room you hear Charles call for you, his voice soft but insistent. The moment between you still crackles as you stand from the table and as you begin to walk away, Logan reaches for your hand. His fingers are warm and rough against your skin and youâre barely able to suppress your shiver.Â
âThank you,â Logan says, his voice surprisingly soft.Â
His grip against your skin is gentle, a stark contrast to all his roughness and you can feel the weight of his unspoken words curling around you. Charles calls again, his voice breaking through the moment, but Loganâs hand lingers just a beat longer before he lets go, fingers trailing along your skin.Â
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âHe likes you, you know.â
You glance up from shaving Charlesâ face and find him staring at you, a mischievous glint in his eye. You give a soft hum. âDid he tell you that or did you read his mind?â
Charles scoffs and waves his hand dismissively. âWhatâs the difference, dear?âÂ
You chuckle, shaking your head as you rinse the razor. âWith Logan Iâm pretty sure thereâs a big difference.â
âBah, if Logan wanted to keep me out of his head, he would. Stubborn man.â He tsks softly to himself and shakes his head. âBut, no my dear, he can be quite loud if you know how to listen.â
You raise an eyebrow, giving him a playful look. âLoud, huh? And what exactly is that brain of his telling you?â
Charles gives you a knowing smile. âOh, just little things,â he says casually with a wave of his hand, but you can tell by the look on his face that heâs holding back. âHe notices youâwhat you do for me, this place, for him. He may not realize it himself, but his thoughts linger on you more often than heâd like.â
A flicker of hope sparks in your chest and despite yourself, you feel a blush creeping into your cheeks. âLogan doesnât strike me as the sentimental type.â
âLogan has spent so much of his life running,â Charles continues, his tone and expression growing more thoughtful. âThe loss heâs experienced has led him to believe itâs better to be alone than form meaningful connections with people. But youâve somehow become something of a home for him. And he doesnât quite know what to make of that.â
Your heart skips a beat as you take in his words. The idea of being a home for Logan, a comfort, feels surreal, and yet...thereâs a part of you that dares to hope what Charles is saying is true. That this isnât some fictional truth his brain has concocted, a product of his disease riddled mind.Â
âHome.â You repeat the word softly to yourself, testing the word on your own tongue as if it might shatter into pieces.
Charles nods, his hand reaching for yours, his gaze warm and knowing. âYes, home. He feels it, deep down, in a way thatâs unfamiliar and frightening for him.â
You glance down at your hand in Charlesâ grasp, his touch grounding you as his words settle over you.Â
âLoganâs spent so long hiding from himself,â Charles continues. âI think heâs convinced himself he doesnât deserve that kind of peace.â
âAnd you think I can give him that peace?â you ask quietly, your eyes flicking back up to Charlesâ face.
He smiles knowingly and gives your hand a squeeze. âYou already have, dear.â
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âWant some help?â
You turn to find Logan standing in the entrance of the kitchen, hands tucked into his pockets.
Itâs a rare nightâone where Loganâs chosen to stay home, taking a night off from the almost endless driving he does. Heâs dressed down, well worn jeans and a button-up flannel, and for once you actually think he looks comfortable.
You smile, surprised, but happy to see him there. âSure, the company would be nice,â you reply as he comes to stand next to you. âWant to wash and dice the potatoes?â
Logan nods and rolls up his sleeves before reaching for the bowl of potatoes you had set aside earlier. You watch him for a moment as he settles into the task with a quiet focus.Â
âSmells good,â he comments, gesturing towards the oven. âWhatâre we having?â
âCharles has been asking for beef tenderloin for weeks now, so Iâm finally indulging him.â You finish trimming the last of the green beans and toss them into the bowl beside you. âYou know, if you have any favorite meals youâd like me to make, you can tell me.â
Logan pauses and glances at you as he shuts off the tap. He clears his throat and says, âYou already are.â
You blink in surprise as Loganâs words sink in and then the realization dawns on you. A soft smile spreads across your face as you piece together the extent of Charlesâ meddling. You canât find it in you to be annoyed and only feel a mix of amusement and fondness towards the old man as you chuckle softly to yourself.
âWhatâs so funny?â Logan asks, raising his eyebrow as he catches your expression.
âOh, nothing,â you say, waving him off with a smile.Â
Logan doesnât look convinced, but he doesnât pry as he picks up the knife and begins to deftly dice the potatoes. You watch him for a moment, captivated by the simple domesticity of the task. Itâs in direct contrast to the man youâve seen numerous times before, brooding and gruff, brimming with an almost untamed violence.Â
It suits him, you think, this quieter version of himself.
You both finish the prep with relative ease. He helps you set the table as the rest of the food cooks, plates clinking softly as he sets them down. You busy yourself with finishing the green beans in a garlic butter as you wait for for the tenderloin to rest enough to carve into.Â
âAh, my dear, this smells wonderful,â Charles announces as he rolls into the kitchen, a warm smile on his face. âAnd you managed to pull Logan out of his room. What a treat.â
Logan snorts in response, giving Charles a pointed glare.
âI dare say itâs because the company has improved much as of late,â Charles says, his eyes twinkling in amusement as he glances between the both of you. âWe all know heâs not out here for my benefit.â
You laugh as you bring the dishes to the table, noting the faintest of blushes creeping along Loganâs cheeks. âIâll take that as a compliment, Charles.â
âAs you should, dear. Your personality is quite sparkling.â He looks over towards Logan. âIsnât it, Logan?â
Loganâs eyes land on you as he answers, âYes. Yes, it is.â
Dinner begins quietly, the three of you settling into easy conversation as the first few bites are consumed. Both Charles and Logan hum in delight and a warmth blooms within you watching them both. Thisâthis is the simplicity youâve been craving with Logan.
As the meal continues, Charles launches into his usual repertoire of stories, those of the school and his students, his words brimming with nostalgia and pride as he talks. Logan sits back in his chair, arms crossed as he listens to him speak, shaking his head fondly at some of the memories.
âYou know,â Charles begins, setting his fork down with an air of mischief, âI donât think I ever told you how I met Logan, have I?â
Loganâs head snaps up. âDonât, Chuck.â
But Charles is already smiling at you, ignoring Loganâs warning. âItâs a good story, dear. See, Logan had quite the career as an underground cage fighter.â
You lift your brows in surprise and you glance over at Logan, whoâs thoroughly unamused by Charlesâ choice of topic. âCage fighting, huh?â you ask, unable to suppress your curiosity.Â
Logan shifts uncomfortably in his seat, stabbing at his potatoes with a little more force than necessary. âIt wasnât a career,â he mutters. âJust a distraction. Way to get by.â
âMmm, yes, perhaps,â Charles chuckles, clearly enjoying himself. âRegardless of the reason, it lead you to this exact moment. Didnât it, Logan?â
Logan narrows his eyes at Charles, though the glare is only half-hearted. âYou make it sound like all it all had some grand purpose.â
âDid it not?â Charles says gently, his tone shifting into something more serious. âKept you alive, for one. But more than that, it brought you to us. To me.â He pauses for a moment, his eyes darting towards you. âTo her.â
The words hang in the air and you glance over at Logan, whose expression softens just slightly. Without thinking, you reach across the table and give his forearm a gentle squeeze. His eyes meet yours, a flicker of a smile tugging at his lips.
Charles watches the exchange with quiet satisfaction before clearing his throat. âWell, I believe my work here is done,â he announces, wheeling himself back from he table. âLogan, fancy a game of chess? I havenât made a player out of her yet.â
You laugh to yourself as Logan follows Charles into the living room. After clearing the kitchen from dinner and loading the last of the dishes into the dishwasher, you join them both in the living room. Tucking yourself into the couch, you read while the two of them play, the clinking of wooden chess pieces and the occasional dry quip from Charles filling the room.
From your spot on the couch, you glance up from your book every now and then to watch them. Loganâs brow furrows in concentration, while Charlesâ face is more relaxed as they play. You smile to yourself, wondering how often they played like this in the past, when times were simpler.
Youâre not sure when you fell asleep or how long youâve been out, but youâre jostled awake as two large, warm arms wrap around you, holding you close as youâre lifted off the couch. Loganâs familiar scentâcigar smoke and pineâfill your nose and you blink up to find him walking you down the hall towards your room.
âLogan?â you mumble, voice thick with sleep. âDâyou really cage fight?â
Logan chuckles softly, the sound rumbling through his chest. âI really did.â
âDid it hurt?â
âNo.â
You blink slowly, your sleep-laden mind struggling to process his answer. âNot even a little?â Your voice is barely audible as you nestle closer into the warmth of his chest.
âNot in the way you think,â he answers, nudging open the door to your room with his foot.
Youâre too drowsy to ask what he means and instead you hum softly, a noncommittal sound that Logan feels more than hears. Lowering you onto the bed, he moves with a gentleness youâve never felt from him before. He brushes a strand of hair from your face and pulls the blanket over you before he turns to leave.
Your limbs are heavy, eyes barely open, but you call out softlyââLogan?â
He looks back towards you. âYeah?â
âIâm glad Charles found you,â you murmur, closing your eyes.
Logan doesnât answer, but you swear you feel the lightest of kisses against the top of your head before he leaves.
+++
Itâs deep into the night when you hear the front door finally open. Your heart flutters against your ribs as you swing out of bed, unsure of what condition youâll find him in. He was expected back two days ago, those extra hours away feeling like an unfathomable eternity.Â
You find him sitting at the kitchen table, dress shirt hanging off one shoulder, the rest of his clothes rumpled and bloodied. A large gash oozes from his shoulder and you canât stop the gasp that falls from your lips.Â
Logan looks up at you, eyes narrowed and lined with exhaustion. âDonât look at me like that,â he grunts, tugging off the rest of his shirt.Â
âHow else am I supposed to look at you?â you ask, taking a tentative step forward. âNo phone call or text letting me know youâre not coming home and then you waltz in after midnight soaked in blood and covered in wounds.â Unshed tears burn in your eyes but you will yourself not to cry.Â
âDidnât ask you to care about me,â he bites back, but his tone is more weary than argumentative.Â
âOh, fuck you, Logan,â you snip, but your tone lacks venom.
He ignores you, pushing up from the chair with a heavy groan and limps over towards the cabinets. He shuffles through one of them, pulling out the makeshift sewing kit before sitting back down. You watch as he attempts to thread the needle, growing increasingly frustrated when he keeps missing.Â
Shoving down your own frustration, you pull up a chair next to him and reach for the needle and thread. He pulls his hands away from you, turning in the chair to keep you away. You chase after his movements, finally grabbing his wrists and removing the supplies from his grasp.
âI donât need your help,â he growls.Â
You sigh, tired of this same argument, this same endless loop every time he comes home injured. âGoddamit, Logan, just let me help you.â
He drags his gaze up to yours, eyes tracing the lines of your face. His chest still heaves with heavy breaths, but you can see the anger bleed from him. He nods once, turning just enough so that you have access to his wound. Threading the needle, you place a gentle hand on his shoulder, ignoring the flinch he gives at your touch.Â
âIâm not going to hurt you,â you whisper.Â
Logan huffs. âItâs a needle, darlinâ. Itâs not gonna feel nice.â
You try to ignore the flip your heart does at his use of the word darling. Despite his earlier gruffness and proclivity to push you away, Logan has softened to you over the last couple of months. Since that first dinner you shared, heâs joined you and Charles more often. Or if he comes home late, sought out the leftovers youâve kept for him. Heâs engaged in conversation, offering small pieces of himself, pieces that youâve cradled close and nurtured.Â
But thereâs a tension between you, thick and heavy in the air, and you wonder if he feels it too. Feels that same undeniable pull youâve always felt in his presence. Youâd like to think so, otherwise you were doomed to love him silently, your feelings for him bound in the quiet of your mind.
âJust trust me,â you say.Â
Slowly, you release your power, warmth spreading from your fingertips, easing his pain and discomfort as you begin to stitch him up. You try to ignore the heavy press of his gaze on your face and you can almost hear his unspoken thoughts, his words still stuck on his tongue.
âWhy didnât you tell me?â he asks, his shoulder relaxing as you continue to work.
You glance up at him then, finding his expression softer than youâve seen it. âA mutant is a dangerous thing to be, Logan,â you answer, your voice soft. âFew people know what I can do. Those I trust.â
For a long moment, Logan just looks at you, his eyes unreadable. Then, a rough, tired sigh falls from his lips. âYou coulda told me.â
You take a steadying breath, his words lingering in the space between you. âMaybe,â you say, your fingers brushing against his skin as you continue to stitch. âBut you donât make it easy to talk to you.â
Logan lets out a low huff. âNo. I guess I donât, do I?â
You finish the last stitch, securing the knot. Your fingers linger a touch long than necessary, the warmth of his skin a comfort youâre loathe to lose just yet. Slowly, you lift your gaze to his and you feel your heart beat solidly against your ribs as he looks back at you like heâs seeing something there he hadnât allowed himself to before.Â
Loganâs voice is low when he finally speaks. âWhy you keep stickinâ around? Watchinâ me come home time after time covered in blood?â
âBecause you deserve it.â The words tumble from your mouth before you can stop them. âEven if you donât see that.â
He doesnât respond, not right away, as he continues to watch you, his eyes tracing the lines of your face. Then he reaches up for you, fingers curling around your wrist, his skin warm and rough against yours. He holds you there as if grounding himself in your presence, his thumb drawing random patterns against your skin. The gesture is simple, but vulnerable and open in a way he rarely shows.
âIâm no good for you,â he murmurs, glancing down at where heâs touching you. âFor anybody.â
âHow âbout you let me be the judge of that?â you answer, your voice steady. âYouâre more than you think you are.â
Logan clenches his jaw, a flicker of disbelief crossing his features, and you know deep below the surface heâs waging a war against himself, one heâs been fighting for far too long. His thumb stills on your wrist, his grip loosening slightly, but not letting go.Â
Placing your hand over his, you give him a soft smile. âCâmon, letâs get you cleaned up.â
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Youâre surprised that he doesnât argue, doesnât try to brush you off or push you away as you gently nudge him towards the bathroom. He still gives you a dubious glance as he looks down at the tub, but you just ignore it, moving past him to run the tap.
You give him privacy to undress and get settled before you reenter the bathroom. The sight of him, as large as he his with his knees pulled up to his chest, makes you laugh, garnishing a terse look from him.
âYou find this amusing?â
âBig man in a little tub? Yeah, I do,â you reply with a smile. âJust relax, Logan. Thisâll be our secret.â
He huffs, but does seem to visibly relax, resting his arms over his knees. You kneel down in front of him, resting one hand gently against his forearm as your other reaches for the washcloth. You can feel the tension release from his muscles as your power floods through him and he breathes out a soft, âOh,â as all the pain and discomfort is eased from his body.
You wonder how long itâs truly been since heâs felt like this, unburdened by the pain and suffering of his own body. Your heart aches for him as you slowly begin to wash him, rubbing soft circles over the scarred flesh of his back, rinsing away the blood dried to his skin.Â
Even battered and marred as he is, you still find him beautifulâyou always have. When you first started working with him all those months ago, you felt that pang of attraction when you met him, youâd have been blind not to. Ruggedly handsome, so strong and sure of himself. But you know that wasnât all that drew you to him. Deep down, below all the tough, seemingly impenetrable exterior, you saw the man he truly was. Someone born of scars and rough edges, yet gentle. Someone who would selflessly put himself before others, even at his own expense.Â
You let the cloth linger a moment longer against his skin before dipping it back into the water, watching as his blood rinses from the fabric. Squeezing the excess water out, you press it back against his collarbone, tracing the warm cloth along his neck and over his shoulders. Logan doesnât move, his eyes half-closed, his expression relaxed in a way youâve never seen before.
Something deep tugs at you as you realize how vulnerable he is right now, how trusting. He hides behind a gruff exterior, his true self guarded so carefully so that he doesnât let people in, doesnât open himself up to the hurt that trusting another person can bring. But maybe youâve finally cracked through, broken down a little bit of that wall he surrounds himself with.
The warm water drips from his skin as you continue to wash him, letting your fingers trail gently along the newly cleaned lines of his arms. Logan shivers at your touch, but he doesnât pull away. If anything, he seems to lean into it, his breathing deepening, muscles falling even more slack.Â
âFeel nice?â you ask in a murmur, voice barely above a whisper.
He nods, finally glancing up at you through his half-lidded gaze. ââS very nice,â he replies, his voice rough.
âGood. You deserve it,â you say, repeating your sentiment from earlier.
You feel a flicker of warmth as his eyes meet yours and he simply nods. It takes everything in you to not smile too widely, to keep the moment gentle, but you take his acceptance to heart.Â
Running the cloth down his ribs, you pause when you feel the misshapen knot of a bruise beneath your fingers and glancing down, you find a deep purple hue coloring his skin. Your eyes dart to his with worry, knowing that an injury like that will take him at least a week to heal, if not longer, in his weakened state. That with every breath heâll feel the pain of his muscles pulling and the bruise spreading if youâre not touching him.
Dropping the washcloth in the water, you press your palm against his side and take in a deep breath to steady yourself. Then, a warmth spreads from your skin into his as you pull his injury from him, feeling his skin knit back together, feeling his abused muscles realign themselves under his skin. A dull, yet sharp ache, blooms along your ribs as you continue to pull his pain into yourself, erasing the injury from his body. With a final gasp, you draw back, your fingers now running along unmarred flesh knitted whole.Â
Logan tilts your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze as the back of his knuckles brush against your cheek. His eyes flicker to yours, holding your gaze, and for a moment, the room falls into a deep quiet.
That pull between you, the magnetic force that youâve felt since the beginning, feels amplified now. Youâre acutely aware of every inch of space between youâhow small it is, how easy it would be to close it. How badly you want to close it. You swallow, feeling the tension coil in your belly as he continues to hold your gaze, unblinking, but more open and raw than heâs ever been before.
âWhat are you doing to me?â he asks.
Your breath catches in your throat at his question, voice rough and laced with something between wonder and disbelief. As if he canât quite fathom what youâve done for himâwhat youâve given him so freely.
Loganâs eyes search yours, his fingers drifting from your cheek to trace along your jaw, lingering with a tenderness that belies the man he presents to the outside world. His gaze is steady and intimate, as if heâs trying to understand you in a way that goes beyond words. But you say nothing, your heart pounding too loudly in your ears to form a reply.
âYou took it on yourself, my pain?â
You simply nod, distracted by the way Loganâs fingers continue to brush along the edge of your ear, tracing the lines of your face as if heâs afraid youâll vanish if he lets go.Â
âWhy?â
âBecause I want to,â you whisper, unable to resist the pull of his hand against your skin, the warmth of his touch that you feel with every fiber of your being. âBecause itâs the one thing I can do to help you.â
A beat of silence passes, the air thick and heavy with unspoken words. He exhales, shaky and deep, letting his hand slide to the back of your neck. The calloused pads of his fingers press gently against your skin, anchoring you in place and you can feel him pull you closer, his gaze dropping to your lips, his breath mingling with yours in the small, intimate space between you.
âI shouldnât want this, want you,â he says, voice so low itâs almost a rumble. âBut, fuck, I do.âÂ
His confession is raw, leaving him unguarded for the first time in a long time and before he can pull back, before he can throw those walls back up around himself, you close the gap, resting your forehead against his. You bring your hand up to touch his face, thumb brushing over his cheek as you breath him in, feeling the heat radiate between you.Â
Loganâs hand slides further along your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair as he finally, gently, presses his lips to yours. His kiss isnât demanding or rushed or filled with passion, but a lingering connection, the promise of something more. His lips are softer than you imagined, his touch more careful than you expected, as if heâs afraid heâll break you. Slowly, his thumb traces circles against your cheek, steadying and soothing, pulling you closer.Â
When he pulls back, he rests his forehead against yours, eyes closed. His breath is warm against your skin. âI donât wanna push you away anymore,â he murmurs.
âGood because I donât want you to.â
Logan lets out a breath, a hint of a smile finally softening his features.Â
Reluctantly, you pull away and pick the washcloth up again, intent on finishing what you started. The water turns to rust as you wash him of blood and grime, making sure you reach each cut, each bruise, each scar on his body that makes up the map of who he is.Â
You turn off the tap and hand him a towel, averting your eyes as he stands, wrapping the towel low across his hips. Logan reaches for you, tugging on the collar of your shirt to pull you closer. You stumble a bit as he pulls you in, surprised by the insistence in his grip. Loganâs eyes meet yours, an intensity behind his gaze that makes your breath catch.
âCâmere,â he murmurs, hand slipping along your jaw, his thumb pressing against your bottom lip.Â
Youâre drawn forward as Loganâs lips find yours again, but this time thereâs an urgency behind the kiss, a desperation and need heâs no longer trying to hide. He holds your face gently in his hands as he deepens the kiss, his nose pressing against yours, his beard scraping against your skin and you find yourself melting against him.
This is what youâve been craving since you met him. Despite it allâthe rage simmering just below his surface, the sharpness of his exterior, the sometimes shocking callousness of his wordsâyou always knew there was a tenderness underneath, a softness that even his tortured past couldnât erase.Â
Loganâs hands drift from your face, trailing down your neck and tracing along the curve of your spine as he presses you closer until thereâs no space between you. The dampness of his skin bleeds into your shirt and you gasp into his mouth when he shifts his hips just enough and you feel heat of his erection against your thigh.
He pulls away from your mouth long enough to husk against your lips, âIâm old, not dead.â His teeth nip lightly at your bottom lip. âIâve gotta beautiful woman lettinâ me kiss her, what did you expect?â
Your fingers trail along the edge of the towel slung low across this hips and a thrill runs through you as you feel his abdominal muscles flutter beneath your touch. You peer up at him, noting the flush of his skin, the black of his eyes as you tug the fabric just enough to loosen it. âHow long has it been since someone has touched you, Logan?â you ask, your breath warm in the space between you.
Loganâs hands urge your hips closer, seeking friction as he starts to slowly rut against your thigh. You hear him swallow as your fingers dip below the fabric, brushing along the damp hair at the base of his cock.Â
âFâfuck,â he groans, guttural and low, his head dropping down to your shoulder. âSince before you.â
The weight of Loganâs confession presses into you and in that moment you want to give him everything. Wrap him in all the love you can muster, show him something other than pain and suffering.Â
You move your hand from the towel, allowing the fabric to fall from his waist and pool forgotten on the floor. Loganâs breath catches as your fingers wrap around him fully, the heat and weight of his cock pressing against your palm.Â
A ragged groan escapes his throat. âChrist,â he mutters, voice thick and vibrating against your skin. âYou donât gottaââ
âI want to,â you interrupt, slowly and deliberately dragging your hand along his length, tracing the vein along the underside of his cock with your fingertips.
Loganâs hips jerk involuntarily, seeking friction, chasing your hand, and you oblige, tightening your grip just enough to elicit another groan from him.Â
âWhat do you like?â The question lands in the sliver of space between you, your strokes still light, teasing.
âFirmer, more ahââ He breaks off as you tighten your grip on the upstroke. âFuck, yes, like that, sweetheart.â
A shiver runs down your spine as his hands find your waist, fingers clutching at you almost hard enough to bruise. His breaths are growing uneven, each exhale warm against your neck as he fights to maintain some semblance of control.
âYou keep that up,â he rasps, lips grazing your ear, âand Iâm not gonna last long.â
His admission sends a rush of pride through you and you tilt your head back to look at him, your thumb brushing over the sensitive head of his cock, spreading the wetness there. Loganâs eyes meet yours, dark and heavy-lidded, his expression raw and unguarded. You like him like this, such a large, imposing man boiled down to pure wanton need.Â
âI donât mind,â you reply, keeping your movements steady, your strokes firm yet gentle. You focus on the subtle shifts in his breathing, the way his fingers grip you tighter each time you find the right rhythm. âJust wanna make you feel good, Logan.â
He leans forward, capturing your lips into a kiss thatâs both rough and messy, teeth nipping at your lip as his tongue licks into your mouth. He groans are muffled against your mouth as his hips begin to thrust in time with your strokes, his movements growing more erratic as he chases after his release.Â
âCanât believeâah, fuckâcanât believe how good youâre makinâ me feel,â he growls against your lips.
You smile into his mouth, your free hand brushing along his hipbone as your strokes quicken. His whole body tenses, the muscles in his shoulders and arms flexing, his abdominal muscles taut as he teeters on the edge.
âLet go, Logan,â you say. âIâve got you.â
With a strangled groan, he comes, his release spilling over your hand, hot and thick. His body shudders against yours as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. You hold him close as he continues to thrust lazily into your grip, your own movements slowing as you guide him through the aftershocks.Â
For a moment, neither of you speaks, then Logan lifts his head, his hazel eyes soft as they meet yours. âYou walked into my life and I knewâI knewâyou would ruin me.â
You smile to yourself, unable to stop the thought that floats into your headâheâs ruined you as well.Â
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The text comes in at a little over one AMâhurt.
You jump out of bed, adrenaline rushing through your veins as you slip into one of his discarded flannels and head out into the night. Pacing the driveway, your heart jumps into your throat at every passing headlight, your thumbnail almost bitten down to the quick as you wait for him.
The minutes bleed into eternity until you finally see the limo turn down the long drive and it takes all your willpower to not run and meet him halfway. Youâre bouncing on your heels as he finally comes to a stop, the driverâs side door opening with a faint groan of steel.Â
Your heart stutters in your chest as he emerges from the car, blood soaking through his shirt, dark and spreading, as he steps towards you on shaky legs. Loganâs face is pale in the moonlight, his breathing uneven and shallow and white-hot dread shoots up your spine as you see his arm hanging limp, two of his claws unsheathed and dripping blood.
âOh, fuck, fuck!â you gasp, rushing to his side.
Logan tries to wave you off, gritting his teeth as he grips the doorframe. ââM fine,â he grits, but the tremor in his voice betrays him.Â
You reach for him, hands already attempting to steady him as his knees buckle and he collapses to the ground beneath him. âCareful. Claws,â he rasps as his left hand seeks purchase against your shoulder.
âI donât fucking care about your claws, Logan,â you snap, although you both know your anger isnât at him. You glance up at him and for once you think you actually see fear in his eyes. âWhat happened?â
âGas. Robbery.â Each word punches out of his chest, the effort to speak sending tremors down his limbs. âGot âem.â He nods down towards his limp arm, claws still unsheathed, but slowly, so slowly starting to retract.
He winces as you help him peel off his coat to get to the shirt underneath. Your fingers shake as they trace the holes the bullets madeâone in his shoulder, dangerously close to his lungs and the other just below his ribs. Hooking your fingers through the fabric, you rip it from his chestâthe wounds are deep and his skin is hot and slick with sweat.
Panic claws at you and unshed tears burn in your eyes. Youâve seen Logan hurt before, but thisâthis was different. His breathing is painfully shallow, his usual gruffness and resilience absent.Â
âLogan, youâre not healing,â you whisper, your voice shaking as your fingers stain with blood. Logan simply grunts, trying to wave you off, but lacking the strength. âI canâtâŚI canât lose you. I can help.â
Loganâs eyes widen as he grabs for your wrist. âNo. Youâll hurt yourself.â
âI donât care!â you shout. âI love you, dammit, and Iâm not just going to sit here and watch you die!â
Before he can protest, you press your palms over his wounds, the familiar warmth of your power surging through you as it spreads from your palms into his torn flesh.
The pain hits you like a freight train.
Itâs sharp and relentless, searing through your shoulder and into the softness of your belly like molten fire. You gasp, biting back a scream as your body jerks instinctively away from the intensity, every cell in your body demanding you withdraw from the torture.Â
But you donât stop. You cling to him, tears streaming down your face as you channel your power into him, knitting his flesh back together. You can feel it, the way his muscles, bones and tissue rearrange themselves, months of healing taking place in mere moments. Every second feels like an eternity, but you refuse to let go.
Youâre dimly aware of Logan yelling at you to stop, his own pain momentarily forgotten as he watches you endure his agony.Â
Black dots dance in your vision as the last of his wounds come together, the spent bullets clinking to the gravel and you finally collapse against him, trembling, your breath coming in ragged gasps. The fire in your body begins to dull, fading to a cold, hollow ache as Logan wraps his arms around you, pulling you tight against his chest.
âHey,â you mumble against him, your voice barely above a whisper. âYouâre okay now.â
âMe?â Loganâs voice is low, disbelieving as his hand cradles the back of your head as if you might shatter. âYouâre the oneâwhy the fuck would you do that? You couldâveâdammit, youââ
His words break off, his forehead dropping to yours as his breath shudders against your cheek. You can feel the tension radiating through him, warring with himself between his gratitude and anger, between his guilt and the love heâs too afraid to speak out loud.
âI told you why,â you answer, lifting your head to look up at him.Â
Loganâs jaw clenches, his words caught in his throat, but his eyes say everything is voice wonât. You donât need him to say it, not yet, but you can feel it, pressing just below the surface.
âCâmon, letâs get you inside.â
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Thereâs a reverence in which Logan washes you.Â
Steam swirls around you as he works the thickly lathered loofah over your shoulders, down across your collarbones and down along the soft planes of your stomach. The water rinses away the faint metallic tang of blood, leaving behind the fresh scent of soap. He continues with a silent determination, as if the act of washing you can erase all the pain youâve taken from him.
You know better than to convince him youâre fine, that the pain is always temporary, that it only lasts for a few minutes, sometimes just a bit longer. That the pain is something youâd endure for him again and again if heâd let you.Â
His thumb brushes along the underside of your ribs, searching for a wound you know he wonât find. You reach for him, lacing your fingers together with his. He blinks up at you, hazel eyes holding far too much worry for such a stoic man.
âIâm not going to break, Logan,â you say softly.
A wordless noice escapes his throat as he removes himself from your grasp and continues to work, ditching the loofah in favor of his hands. His fingers are warm and calloused against your skin as they glide lower, down over the swell of your hips, over your thighs, down towards your knees.Â
His touch morphs from one of care and comfort to one more sensual, simmering with unspoken tension as his fingers rest in the hollow behind your knee. You glance down at him, water droplets catching in his hair, running off the slope of his nose.Â
Though youâve seen him bare before, you can help but trace the lines of his bodyâthe broadness of his shoulders, the well defined muscles of his chest, the sturdiness of his thighs, the scars that mar his skin. The sight of him stirs something deep within you and you feel your pulse thrum beneath your skin.
âLogan,â you murmur, your voice almost lost in the sound of the water.
He looks up at you then, eyes locking with yours. A storm swirls within them, a mix of guilt, affection and an intensity that takes your breath away. Leaning in, he presses the barest of kisses to the inside of your knee before he rises to his full height, pressing you close.
âDâyou mean what you said before?â he asks, voice low.
I love you, dammit!
âYes,â you answer without hesitation.
Logan exhales sharply, the tension heâs been holding coiled in his muscles loosening as he loops his arms around your waist. âIâm not very good with words,â he admits, his breath fanning across your damp skin. âCan I show you?â
Thereâs no mistaking the meaning behind his words and you can only nod, your voice catching in your throat.Â
His lips find yours, mouth moving over yours slow and deliberate as if heâs savoring the taste of you. The first touch is a spark, the second a fire, and by the third, itâs an inferno that engulfs you both and leaves you breathless. Logan kisses you like youâre his anchor, his salvation, his touch desperate and full of everything he canât yet put into words.
Your fingers slide into his hair, gripping the strands at the nape of his neck as you pull him closer, deepening the kiss. He groans against your mouth, the sound swallowed in the space between you. His tongue brushes against yours, teasing and exploring and you respond in kind, your nails scraping along his scalp.
Loganâs control is fraying. You can feel it in the way his teeth nip at your bottom lip, the way his hands press along the curve of your spine, the way he canât seem to find enough of your skin to touch, to caress. A low growl rumbles through his chest as you slip a hand between your slick bodies, finding his cock, thick and heavy against your belly.
You give one slow drag of your palm along his length before heâs gripping your thighs and forcing your legs around his waist. His mouth leaves yours, trailing down to the curve of your jaw as he presses you against the wall, the coolness of the tile a direct contrast to the heat of your skin and you canât stop the gasp that escapes your lips.Â
Despite his age, the metal bones inside him slowly poisoning him and causing him human aches and pains, heâs still able to hold you up solidly with one arm as the other trails along your hip bone and dips down to where youâre warm and wet.Â
âThis all for me?â he asks in a murmur, sliding a finger along the seam of your cunt, just barely brushing against your clit.Â
Your breath hitches and you grip his shoulders, nails pressing lightly into his skin as you nod. Loganâs eyes darken at your reaction, the faintest hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
âYes,â you finally manage to whisper. âAlways for you.â
âGood,â he growls, leaning in to nip at the skin just below your ear. The deep rumble of his voice vibrates through you, his touch deliberate and almost torturously slow as he slides his fingers through your folds, spreading your slickness with a focused and unrelenting precision.Â
âOh, fuck,â you gasp, your head tilting back against the wall as he finally presses his thumb to your clit, circling it with just enough pressure to have your thighs trembling around his waist.Â
âI got you,â he coos against your skin, his lips trailing from the pulse point in your neck to your collarbone. His teeth scrape along the curve of your shoulder, his free hand gripping your hip tighter to steady you as his fingers continue to tease and coax. âLemme make you feel good.â
Every nerve ending is afire beneath him, every motion, every stroke of his fingers against your cunt leaving your mind reeling with pleasure. Your nails dig further into corded muscles of his shoulders, desperate for something to anchor yourself to. You pull back when you see the tiny, crescent shaped cuts marring his skin.
His eyes snap up to yours, sharp and molten. âNo, do it,â he urges, fingers still moving. âMark me with somethinâ pretty.â
âFuck, Logan,â you gasp.Â
âSay my name again,â he demands, his voice rough and commanding. Thereâs a quiet desperation in his tone, as if hearing it grounds him. Grounds him to this moment. To you.Â
You canât help but obey, whispering his name like a prayer, and he rewards you by slipping one long finger inside you, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure along your spine. Logan watches your face intently as if memorizing the way you react to his touch. When he adds a second finger and slowly begins to thrust his hand, you cling further to him, the heat inside you building to an almost unbearable intensity.
âGood girl,â he murmurs, his voice low and reverent. âYouâre so beautiful like this. So wet and warm and tight around me.â
His words barely register in your mind, too focused on the way his fingers curl and thrust inside you, finding that soft spot that makes your eyes roll back. Heâs relentless now, his thumb pressing hard against your clit as he brings you closer and closer to the edge.
âLogan, Iâm so close,â you whine, your hips beginning to roll against his hand, seeking just a bit more friction, forcing his fingers deeper inside of you.
The tension coiling low in your belly finally snaps, your orgasm washing over you in waves that make your whole body shudder as you cry out his name. Logan holds you through it, his hand continuing to thrust against you as he draws out every ounce of pleasure from you, his own breathing ragged against your skin.
When you finally come down, Logan presses a kiss to your temple as he helps you unwrap your legs from his waist and carefully sets you down, keeping you close.Â
You tilt your head to meet his gaze, your fingers tracing the line of his jaw. âI didnât think youâd be into shower sex, old man,â you tease with a smile.
His laugh is low. âI can make exceptions. I need a bed to fuck you properly, though.âÂ
âProve it,â you challenge.
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The heat and intensity between you doesnât diminish as Logan helps you out of the shower and guides you down the hallway towards his bedroom. A shiver of anticipation crawls up your spine as you get closer, knowing that once you cross this line, thereâs no going back, that he will have claimed you fully.
You scoot back onto the bed, watching as he approaches you with a fire in his gaze that doesnât waver. He climbs onto the mattress, knee pressing down between yours as he cages you in from above, gently pinning you beneath him.Â
Leaning down, his lips brush against yours, teasing. âStill wanna challenge me, sweetheart?â His voice is a low gravelly growl that sends a prickling rush of arousal down your limbs.
âAlways,â you reply breathlessly, arching into his touch as his hands slide down your thighs, parting them with ease.Â
His grin is sharp as he leans back to take you in fully and you acutely feel the weight of his gaze against your skin. He traces his calloused fingers over your damp skin, along the dips of your collarbones, under the swell of each breast, mapping the curve of your hips as if committing you to memory. Dipping his head, he leans down between your legs, his beard grazing the sensitive skin of your inner thighs and you canât help but shudder at the sensation.
âYouâre so fuckinâ beautiful,â he says, almost to himself, his voice dripping with desire. He drags his lips higher, brushing along your damp cunt, his breath hot and tantalizing. âAnd all mine.â
The possessiveness in his tone has you clenching around nothing, heat pooling low in your belly and your fingers tangle in his hair, urging him closer. But he ignores your silent plea, almost deliberately testing your patience as he kisses you everywhere except where you want him most.
âLogan, please,â you gasp, the ache between your thighs almost painful.
âPatience,â he chides with a smirk, though his own resolve seems to be thinning. His hands grip your hips, pulling you closer before he flattens his palms against your thighs, opening you fully to him. Then, his tongue is on you, lapping at you with flat, broad strokes in a rhythm that quickly has you teetering on the edge.
Loganâs focus is unrelenting, his low growls of approval vibrating through you as he works you over with an enthusiasm that proves to you this is about more than just pleasureâheâs claiming you, showing you just how much you mean to him. Making you his.Â
Your thighs tremble around him and his warm, rough hands hold you steady as he slips one, then two fingers deep inside of you. Itâs embarrassing how quickly you come as he thrusts his fingers against that spot inside you, your second orgasm of the night crashing over you as his name falls from his lips in a breathless moan.Â
Before you can properly catch your breath, Logan is moving from between your thighs, making his way back up your body, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses against your skin. His lips finally find yours in a kiss thatâs messy and desperate and you can taste yourself on his tongue, sharp and bright, and the intimacy of it sends a thrill through you.Â
âYou taste so fuckinâ good,â he groans against your lips, his voice wrecked as he grinds his hips against yours, his cock hard and insistent against your hip. âCould spend the rest of my life between between those thighs.â
âWhy stop there?â you tease, your lips tugging into a smirk. âI thought you said youâd fuck me properly.â
Loganâs eyes darken, your challenge seeming to light something dark and primal in him. His grin is all teeth as he sits back on his heels, hands curling around your hips and pulling you down the bed like you weigh nothing until your hips are flush with his. âYou gotta mouth on you, sweetheart. Should we see if you can still talk stuffed full of my cock?â
The weight of his cock brushes against your slick folds and you gasp at the sensation, your nerve endings exquisitely sensitive. Logan grips himself at the base, giving himself one languid stroke before running the thick head along your cunt, teasing you with shallow thrusts. Each slow, deliberate stroke of him sliding against you leaves you desperate and aching and you lift your hips in search of more.
âLook at you,â he murmurs. âSo needy. Bet youâll take me so well, huh?â
âYes,â you breathe, nails digging into the muscles of his forearms. âPlease.â
He presses into you then, the stretch of his cock making your jaw drop as he takes his time, sinking in inch by inch, filling you completely. Loganâs gaze is locked on yours, heavy and possessive as he watches every flicker of pleasure cross your face.Â
âFuckâ he groans when heâs fully seated against your hips, his body trembling with the effort to stay still. âYou feelâŚso fuckinâ tight. So damn perfect.â
Your hands clutch at his shoulders, anchoring yourself to him as he starts to move, pulling out torturously slow before thrusting back in harder, setting a rhythm thatâs relentless and consuming. Each stroke of his hips has you crying out, your body arching into his as you meet him thrust for thrust.
âTakinâ me so well, sweetheart,â he growls, his fingers gripping the flesh of your hips hard enough to bruise as he continues to pound into you. âLike you were made for me.â
The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mixing in with your whimpered moans and Logans own ragged groans. He leans down, bracing himself on his forearms, the wiry hair on his chest teasing your nipples as his lips find your neck, biting and sucking marks into your skin that feel like promises.
Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him in deeper, your heels digging into his back as the coil inside you begins to tighten once more. He feels it too, the way you body clenches around him, and his pace falters slightly, his breaths coming faster.
âCâmon,â he rasps against the pulse point on your neck. âWanna feel you come. Wanna make you fall apart.â
It doesnât take much moreâjust a few more well-angled thrusts that hit that spot inside you and the tension finally snaps, your orgasm ripping through you with a force that leaves you trembling. Loganâs finesse is slipping, thrusts growing erratic as chases his own release.
âCome Logan,â you manage in a whisper. âCome for me.â
His hips stutter as he groans your name, spilling into you as his body tenses, lazily thrusting against you as he wrings out the last of his pleasure. He stays deep inside you, still for several moments before he shifts just enough to collapse against your side.
For a long moment, neither of you moves, the only sounds in the room being your heavy breathes and the pounding of your heart. Logan rests his head against your chest, heavy and sweat slick between your breasts. You brush at the strands of hair against his forehead before running your finger along the old scar on his cheek.
He lifts his head to look up at you, his gaze soft yet still simmering with hunger. âI do, you know,â he murmurs. His fingers brush idly against your skin. âLove you.â
A smile spreads across your face, warming blooming in your chest.
âI know.â
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You wake before he does, rolling over to find him prone, face buried in the pillow he hugs close to his chest. Sunlight filters in through the half slatted blinds, catching on the silver in his hair and beard and you canât help but admire how handsome he looks, how at peace he is beside you. Heâs relaxed in sleep for the first time since you came here. Youâve heard his growls and yelps of terror that echo in the night, seen the claw marks that pierce his sheets.
Your mind filters back to last night and how he looked as he came apart inside you, how desperate and needy he was for your touch upon his skin. The memory of his gasps and groans send a rush of warmth over your skin, making you dimly aware of the ache between your legs. Logan, so guarded, so unyielding and seemingly unbreakable, trembled as he came, his voice rough and wrecked as he called out your name. You shiver thinking about it.
You want to hear it again. But not now.
Resisting the urge to reach out and brush the hair from his forehead, you leave him undisturbed and slide out of bed. Padding into the kitchen, you find Charles sitting in his chair at the kitchen table, the newspaper spread out in front of him. He looks up at you with a warm smile as you start a pot of coffee, the machine humming to life.Â
âAh, I see,â he comments, a smirk tugging at his lips.
You glance over at Charles, his eyes back on the paper in front of him, but his smile still paints his face, sly and knowing. Heat creeps up your neck as you busy yourself with the coffee. âAre you reading my mind?â you ask, trying to force nonchalance into your tone.
Charles chuckles softly and taps at his temple. âI donât have to. Youâre projecting. And quite loudly, at that.â
You bite your lip as you fill your mug, leaning against the counter as the coffee warms your hands. You attempt to clear your mind, trying to think of anything mundaneâthe weather, baseball, laundry. Charles just shakes his head. âRelax, my dear. What the two of you do together as consenting adults is none of my business.â
âOh, God,â you groan, your cheeks aflame. âThatâs what Iâm projecting?â
âNot that explicitly, no. You think more in feelings, rather than words. But theyâre quite powerful emotions and rather hard to ignore when theyâre radiating as strongly as yours are this morning.â
You bury your face in your hand, peeking at Charles through your fingers, which only seems to amuse him further. âYouâre enjoying this far too much,â you mutter.Â
âPerhaps,â Charles says with a laugh. âBut youâre helping him. Healing him. And that, my dear, is worth everything.âÂ
Before you can respond, you hear the sound of heavy footsteps coming down the hall. Logan rounds the corner, hair tousled from sleep, his body still bare except for the pair of low slung sweatpants clinging to his hips. His eyes find yours first, softening in a way they rarely do for anyone else as he scratches at the back of his head and mumbles, âMorninâ.â
âMorning,â you reply with a smile, thankful for the distraction. You pour a second cup of coffee and offer it up to him. âCoffee?â
Logan grunts in affirmation, moving towards you, but instead of reaching for the mug, he loops an arm around your waist, pulling you against him. He buries his face in your neck, beard scraping against your skin as he sighs. âDidnât like wakinâ up with you not there,â he breathes into your hair, his voice so low you almost donât hear him.
âSorry,â you whisper. âI didnât want to disturb you.â
âSâokay,â he says softly, pressing the lightest of kisses just under your ear. âNext time, wake me.â
Your heart stutters against your ribs at his open display of affection, the softness and warmth in which he holds you, and the promise behind his words. From over his shoulder you see Charles give you a slight nod, a bright smile on his face before he turns his attention back to the newspaper in front of him.
You think back to what Charles told you all those months ago, about how you were a home for Logan. Those words echo in your mind as you feel Loganâs steady weight against you. Heâs so different now, soft and unguarded and in that moment you know.
Youâre home, too.
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crimson tension rafe cameron x reader
summary: who knew rafe getting beat up and being vulnerable would end up giving him what he needed most - comfort
warnings: blood, wound description
a/n: ughh this took so long to write but it was worth it cuz I made myself giggle and kick my feet a few times. maybe this is a little cliche but Iâm a sucker for these so sorry not sorry
loud music blasted over the speakers, laughter and unfamiliar voices rang around the manor, people spilled out from every room, clutching red plastic cups. the air was thick with the smell of beer and something sweet mixed with a faint undertone of sweat, the wide open doors leading to the cameron garden offered little relief, serving more as a passage to the outdoors than a true escape from the stifling atmosphere of tannyhill
the kitchen was a maze of half-empty bottles, red solo cups, and a few glasses perched on the edge of every counter. it was hard to believe none had shattered, considering the steady flow of people jostling past each other
right as you are about to take yet another shot you hear some barely audible shouting
curiosity overtaking your body faster than your mind and your legs start moving on their own accord, shot getting lost on the counter. making your way through the crowd but merely getting to the hallway as a mass of people block off the way and view to the living room, you hear a loud voice that undoubtedly belongs to rafe
whispers and 'oohs' pass through the crowd, before you notice rafe pushing past people with practiced ease, not bothering to acknowledge anyone as he moves forward. his focus unwavering, his movements deliberate as he makes his way toward you, a destination in mind
you catch a glimpse of the huge gash right above his eybrow - your eyes widen and you move towards him
after seeing his look and eyes you realize why he doesnât react to you calling out his name - whatever substance he had taken prior was showing on his face, the haze clouding his expression, a disheveled look, glassy eyes with dilated pupils, fluoride stare as well as furrowed brows were noticeable as he brushes right past you
you glance around the room and the absence of attention on rafe doesnât go unnoticed. you realise whoever had been on the other end of his rage must look worse - a chill runs down your spine imagining the ugly sight
being sarahs friends, tannyhill was not a foreign place for you so you knew where he was headed as he moved up the stairs
you hesitate but decide to follow him, once youâve reached his room you rethink whether or not to knock, uncertainty creeping in but the worry gnaws at you too strongly - after calling out to him and getting no answer you enter the dimly lit room
the music dampens as you close his door. you pay no attention to his room, a already familiar space, your eyes immediately noticing him right ahead
the weight of the silence between you both grows heavier as you step closer, torn between reaching out and giving him space
heâs standing on his balcony, slumped onto the railing all though theres so much tension present in his shoulders that you can see it from a few meters away. his eyes are fixed on the ocean, the smoke lingering in the air making it evident that there was a cigarette resting between his fingers
he merely spares you a glance when you say his name again, turning around without muttering a single word
carefully you make your way toward him, situating yourself onto his right in complete silence, taking in the scene before you - the music has gotten louder and you look down at the people dancing below you, they payed absolutely no mind to rafe above them and in comparison to the loud laughs and voices the ocean before you was calm - the steady motion of the water, the endless horizon, seeming to soothe him
analysing his face you conclude that whatever fight had just occured - it was a heavy one - rafe had a busted lip, bruised knuckles, a bruise was already forming on his nose and the eybrow gash that was bleeding rather harshly. your face twists imagining how much his head must be throbbing
right now was not the time - but you also couldnât stop thinking about the fact that he has never looked hotter
the moonlight hit his face just right, highlighting his tired eyes, making the blood adorning his face less unsettling, cigarette held between blood covered fingers, his knuckles bruised and bleeding, yet thereâs something almost striking about the way his hands look, the way theyâre still so perfectly shaped, even in their damaged state - his pain and his beauty so closely intertwined. even in this state, even with blood streaked across his face, thereâs something undeniably captivating about him.
quickly pushing those thoughts aside you catch rafe looking at you for a second with a seemingly emotionless look, tension still present in his eybrows
you know he probably wanted to be left alone, his body language said it all. the desire to comfort him tugs at you, wanting to step forward and reach out, to brush your fingers along his jaw, to caress the sharpness of his stern yet tender face
''why are you here?'', he bites in a monotone tone, ripping you out of your thoughts
you clear your throat, ''I just wanted to see if youâre alright... maybe help you,â you say, the words feel awkward, out of place, like youâre intruding
his eyes snap to you, and for a moment, thereâs a flicker of something sharp, almost like a reflex. then, it morphs into a cold, bitter look of disgust. âI donât need any help,â he mutters
''rafe youâre bleeding - badly'', you utter throwing a glance toward the gash which, even in bad lightning, was clearly deeper than he realized as it had oozed so much blood that it had almost covered the right side of his face. ''I just-'' you falter before sighing, ''I didnât know what happened and I was concerned''
you werenât entirely sure why you were confessing your concern - it wasnât exactly something that came naturally with rafe cameron. the alcohol in your system seemed to loosen the edge
seemingly bother by you answer, not even sparing you a look he replies, ''I donât need your pity, run back to sarah or something'' he motions you away with his hand
you bite your lip, clearly fighting a mental battle whether or not to leave him alone. you notice his hands shaking, not sure whether it was from anger pain or something else
slightly tipsy you gather the courage to ask once again, pushing his annoyance aside because you so desperately want to help him, feeling your heart hurt seeing him like this
you try one last time, ''your hands are shaking, you sure you can patch yourslef up? I really just wanna help you rafe. but if you really want me to go say it - then Ill leave'', finishing you realize how pathetic you sounded, internally cringing but hoping it would convince him and make him see that you really did care about him
silence
rafe looks at you quickly noticing your concerned face filled with worry, even though his look was quick you notice that it changed, something changed, but before you can even get close to figuring out what he turns back around and takes a long drag from his cigarette, the smoke curling up in the cool air, his gaze fixed straight ahead, not meeting yours again
he exhales slowly, the smoke drifting up in a haze, but the tension in the air thickens instead of easing
defeated, you turn away, the weight of the silence too much to bear. you donât say anything, no last attempt to reach him
suddenly you hear a quiet ''wait'' from rafe, so faint it wouldnât have been audible if you had taken two more steps
you turn your head around quickly, trying to figure out if he really just said that but when you catch him putting out his cigarette into the ashtray you realise that he did
he turns around as you take a few steps towards him. his face barely visible from his dark room - only illuminated lightly by the moonlight and the soft glow from the party below - holds a stern and tense look, his jaw clenched with tension, vulnerability present in his eyes
rafe still hasnât said another word but youâre easily able to read his expression and figure out what he wants you to do
relief washing over you you exhale a big breath, ''okay whereâs the med kit?''
''bathroom'', is the only thing he says, voice low, eyes still focused on you - unwavering
you turn around and step into the bathroom, the small space a contrast to the size of his bedroom. quickly you begin searching the cabinets, your mind already running through the steps youâd need to take. already thinking about where would be the best place to clean and dress his wound, somewhere where he can sit down, somewhere you can work without too much trouble - before finding the med kit under his sink
a subtle warmth creeps up your neck, and you canât shake the feeling that youâre being watched. you turn around noticing him standing in the doorway, leaning against the door - watching you with those empty yet pleading eyes before his gaze flickers over to the mirror - heâs lost in his reflection for a moment, studying himself
rafe stands there for a moment, seemingly lost in thought. then, with a quiet click, he closes the door behind him, fully stepping into the bathroom. the music muffles and the air between you tightens. you swallow, heart racing - you try to focus on the medkit in your hands. he moves past you slowly, sitting down on the toilet lid
right now, in the bright light of the bathroom, youâre finally able to see the full extent of his wounds as he holds his head up, avoiding your gaze. examining his wounds you settle on tending to his eyebrow first
you can tell that heâs not ready to talk about the fight or whatever happened. the air is heavy and something in his silence tells you not to push. so, you donât, you stay quiet. setting the med kit down on the counter searching for the right tools, you feel suffocated by the silence, so awfully aware of every, rigid and nervous, breath you took
ready you turn back to rafe whose gaze is set onto the ground, still lost in thought - you try to clear your throat to catch his attention, to notify him that youâre ready and willing to tend to his wounds
he looks at you with a look, a look so vulnerable and hurt that it pulled at your heart. whatever he was just thinking mustâve hit him hard - the weight of it is there, written across his face, and you feel it in your chest. rafeâs eyes still carry that glassy, fluorid stare, as if he's still not fully aware of everything around him, making you wonder if he even realizes how much heâs letting slip
you figure that however you were to approach this - it would be awkward either way
you looked at him with a nervous look, alcohol-soaked cotton pad in hand - standing right in front of him, you hesitated as your eyes met his. he lifts his head a little farther up for you to get better access to his wounds. rafe is leaning forward, legs spread with his forearms resting on his knees, crossing his hands slightly in front of him infront - still at an awkward length until he fully uncrosses his hands, resting them on his knees. you waited, unsure if youâre allowed to enter the space, looking for a look of approval in his distant eyes. he nods - the faintest movement of his head, barely visible
his eyes carry a look thatâs hard to read, an expression that makes you wonder if thereâs a storm raging inside his mind or if heâs drifting into an unsettling emptiness
settling in between his knees - still trying to keep some sort of distance, unsure what was or wasnât crossing the line, you bring the cotton pad up to his face. you gently start cleaning off the, mostly already, dried blood before moving on to his gash. the second it hits his skin again his eyes - which have been avoiding yours from the second he nodded - close, his jaw clenching pain evident although he tried not to show it, putting up some sort of barrier to, even in this vulnerable state, seem unbothered - strong
while cleaning you notice his hands, resting on his knees, and fingers lightly grazing against the fabric of your shorts, the lightest of touchesâalmost like a subconscious gesture. itâs a small movement, barely noticeable, but the tension it creates fills the space between you
you focus on your task, but itâs harder now, your hand faltering slightly with each light graze of his fingers
the delicate movement of his fingers almost like a distraction from the physical discomfort heâs trying to hide so well. it makes you wonder if heâs trying to ground himself, or if heâs just too lost in the moment to notice what heâs doing
after cleaning everything off in the best way you could you apply some zip stitches to at least momentarily close the wound. his breath hitches as you press the last stitch into place, but he doesnât move or make a sound, the mask of stoic restraint still firmly in place
you couldnât figure out if rafe was actually aware that he was pulling you closer to himself
by the time you were ready to clean his lip the distance between you was so minimal that you could barely clean it properly. the closeness making every slight movement feel amplified now, the soft brush of his breath, the faint tension in his jaw, the way his eyes flicker between avoiding yours and briefly meeting your gaze
you gently press the cotton to his lip, your fingers grazing his skin in the process. the way his gaze flicks up to meet yours for a split second makes your heart skip, throwing off your rhythm.
you hesitate for a moment, your heart racing in the silence between you. the closeness is overwhelming, and you know you need to steady yourself, to find a way to regain control. your fingers tremble slightly as you lift your hand, almost instinctively, and you gently place it on the side of his face. the warmth of his skin is a shock, he lets out a soft exhale which you wouldnât have noticed if you werent holding his face with your hand - but he doesnât pull away.
you angle his face just enough to get a better view, but the movement feels more like an anchor for yourself, the subtle pressure of your hand on his skin keeps you tethered, even as the air between you thickens with something unsaid
you press the pad to his lip slowly, careful and deliberate, but your fingers linger on his skin longer than necessary, your thumb lightly brushing the edge of his jaw. his breath brushes against you, warm and shallow
itâs hard to focus with the way his gaze lingers on you, the way your hand feels on his face
his lips part quickly as you tend his wound - the area lightly swollen, thankfully not comparable to his eyebrow gash
you finish tending to his face, placing a last small plaster, hurting at the loss of contact. you take a look back and admire your work and him. the quiet stillness between you both feels oddly heavy, but the comfort of knowing heâs patched up - protected for now - settles in
you dread saying the words a loud, not wanting to lose this moment, not wanting to end it - not sure what it even was
''done''
the hands behind you tighten their grip, slowly pulling you even closer, eliminating the space between you. your body freezes for a second - caught off guard. his head reasts on your upper body, sending a wave of warmth through you, and for a moment, you're aware of every breath, every beat of your heart
his breath is steady, slow, but thereâs an unmistakable force in the way he holds you, a quiet urgency that makes your mind go blank
his grip, though firm, isn't forceful - more like an unspoken invitation, urging you, pleading you, to stay within the space he's created. he held on with such a purpose - it made it seem like you would evaporate the second he let go
you place one hand gently in his hair, testing the waters, seeing if he'd be comfortable with you running your fingers through it. the other one rests on his back
rafe flinches when you tryto pull him closer, putting pressure on his back
you let the moment linger for a few seconds more before speaking up, breaking the comforting silence which rested between you, ''rafe let me see your back''
he pulls back and looks at you for a second, his look completely unreadable. this time he complied. he stands up with a slow, deliberate motion and turns around. he lifts his shirt as far up as he could, pain clearly holding him back. gently taking hold of the shirt from his hand, you ease the fabric upward, careful to avoid causing him any more pain as you lift it higher
his back is painted with all sorts of colours - some bruises worse than others. you flinch at the sight, although youâre a little relieved to see no cuts
seeing there is nothing you can do you let his shirt fall back down, very carefully smoothing it on his back - hoping to provide some comfort with the soft touch
as you move next to him to rest a hand on his bicep, you ask him with a hushed voice, ''can I get you a new shirt'', meeting his gaze, ''yours is full of blood''
fully aware that the line that was not to be crossed has now become blurred
rafe nodded
you leave his side, moving to his drawer - your fingers fumble slightly as you sift through the clothes, searching for a shirt. you pick out a loose one, one that would not press against his back too much or that would be a struggle to put on
he now sat on his bed, patiently waiting for you, watching you
you turn back to him, seeing his eyes, his expression. a storm of thoughts no longer visible, only exhaustion
''is this one okay?'' you questioned. he nodded before clearing his throat and lowering his gaze, ''can you help me put it on'', clearly exhausted
you pull hisshirt up slowly, carefully and for a moment youâre stunned, staring in silence. the sight that greets you is just as shocking as it is heartbreaking - his chest is as bruised as his back
rafe is clearly avoiding your eyes, looking to his left with a tense jaw
without saying another word you pull the other shirt over his head, standing before him, ''are you gonna go back down?''
he replies with a shake of his head, ''no''
you quietly stars at him for a few seconds more, debating how to continue then letting your legs carry you towards the bathroom to clean up. but just as you turn to leave, you feel his hand snap out, gripping your wrist with a force that sent a jolt through your body. the touch was immediate, urgent, as though he couldnât let you go. but then, as quickly as it had come, his grip softened, the tension draining away as he loosened his hold
your eyes flicker back to him
âstayâ
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could you write a hotch x reader story where reader is literally a knockout bombshell and the team meets her for the first time and both are humbled and shocked tht Hotch could pull that. Also maybe she works in different department of the FBI, but not BAU and derek and others have always talked about how hot reader is but happy id they cnt have reaader that hotch can!
The Beauty and The Boss
Masterlist || Ao3
AN:Â Thanks so much for the request! Sorry, it took me so long to get it written :)
Pairing:Â Aaron Hotchner x Female Reader
Word Count:Â 4.5k
Tags/Warnings:Â Mild language, fade-to-black smut scene, reader wears makeup, workplace flirting, commentary about reader's appearance by BAU, jealous!Hotch, mention of a Holiday party, mentions of a bar scene.
Sypnosis:Â Aaron Hotchnerâs professionalism hides a secret: heâs been in a relationship with you, the stunning agent who turns every head at Quantico. While his team spends months admiring and teasing about youâunaware of the truthâHotch quietly enjoys keeping the relationship private. But when the BAU holiday party reveals the truth, the team is left shocked, realizing the woman theyâve been swooning over is already spoken for by the man they least expected.
The Quantico breakroom buzzed with life as Derek Morgan leaned back in his chair, a grin stretching across his face. âIâm telling you, thereâs not a person in this building who doesnât turn their head when she walks by.â
Emily Prentiss smirked, crossing her arms as she perched on the edge of the counter. âUnderstatement of the year, Morgan. Sheâs practically stopped traffic in the hallways more than once.â
Penelope Garcia, seated with her tablet, chimed in. âMore like a goddess descended from Mount Olympus, wielding a to-do list and a killer power suit. The woman is unreal.â
You had no idea you were the current topic of conversation as you breezed through Quanticoâs corridors. Your heels clicked against the tiled floor with the kind of authority only a seasoned professional carried. Your fitted blazer hugged your form just right, the kind of attire that screamed competence but still left a trail of stunned admirers in your wake. You were a boss, and you knew itânot in an arrogant way, but in the way a woman who worked twice as hard to get half as far in a male-dominated field knew her worth.
Little did they know that, as much as they admired you from afar, you had a certain someone who saw all those layers they missedâsomeone who knew how you carried the weight of your team, your projects, and your life with equal parts grace and grit.
That someone was Aaron Hotchner.
Unbeknownst to the BAU, the stoic Unit Chief had been keeping a significant secret. You and Aaron had been together for over a year. Though you both worked under the same massive roof, your respective departments didnât often overlapâan intentional boundary to keep things professional and out of sight from prying eyes.
Aaron entered the room just as Morganâs laughter rang out. âNo, but seriously, Hotch, youâve seen her, right? You canât tell me someone that fine doesnât have half the men here wrapped around her finger.â
Aaronâs sharp gaze flicked to Morgan, his jaw tightening subtly. âMorgan, shouldnât you be focusing on case files rather than office gossip?â
Morgan raised his hands in mock surrender. âIâm just saying, man, beauty like that deserves to be appreciated.â
Emily grinned. âDonât let Strauss hear you. Sheâd have you running sensitivity training for a month.â
Garcia waggled her eyebrows. âMaybe Hotch is just annoyed because sheâs his type. Dark hair, smart, confidentâmaybe thereâs some unspoken pining we donât know about.â
Aaronâs lips pressed into a firm line as he reached for a file, âLetâs keep the speculation to yourselves. We have enough on our plates without playing matchmaker.â His tone was calm but carried enough weight to signal the end of the conversation.
He didnât let his composure falter, but inwardly, he found himself caught in a tug-of-war between amusement and annoyance. You were undeniably stunning, and he couldnât blame his team for noticing, but their casual banter skirted dangerously close to the truth.
Later that afternoon, the sun streamed through the tall windows of the BAU bullpen, casting golden streaks across the room as you entered. Your heels echoed confidently against the polished floor, their rhythmic click commanding attention as you moved with purpose. A fitted pencil skirt emphasized the natural sway of your hips, and your blazer was tailored perfectly, hinting at the strength and grace beneath. Loose curls framed your face, falling just so, and your makeupâsubtle but flawlessâadded to the aura of a woman who meant business.
Conversations quieted as you passed by the desks. Agents glanced up from their work, some stealing longer looks than they should have, while others leaned toward their neighbors to murmur something under their breath. You didnât acknowledge the attention. You were used to it. Your focus remained locked ahead as you carried the neatly bound folder in your hands, its weight a mere fraction of the responsibility you carried daily.
You reached the door to Aaron Hotchnerâs office just as it opened. He stepped out, his posture as straight and commanding as ever, but his sharp eyes softened for the briefest moment when they landed on you. The shift was imperceptible to anyone else, but you caught itâit was the kind of look he reserved only for you.
âAgent Y/L/N,â he greeted evenly, his voice steady but low enough that it felt personal.
âAgent Hotchner,â you replied with a nod, the professionalism in your tone betrayed by the faint twitch of a smile at the corner of your lips.
Behind you, Morgan's voice rose in a stage whisper. âAnd there she isâŚâ
You resisted the urge to roll your eyes, keeping your expression neutral as you extended the folder to Aaron. âI just need your signature on these budgetary adjustments. Itâs time-sensitive.â
Aaronâs brow furrowed slightly as he accepted the folder, his long fingers brushing against yours briefly. âOf course,â he said, already flipping it open to skim through the pages. âGive me a moment.â
As he turned and walked back into his office, you followed without hesitation, pushing the door closed behind you. The muted sound of the latch clicking shut seemed to signal a shift in the atmosphere. The second the door was closed, your composed expression melted into something softer, teasing.
âI heard Morgan,â you said in a low voice, a mischievous glint dancing in your eyes. You set a hand on your hip, leaning slightly as you watched him work.
Aaronâs lips curved into a subtle smirk as he scribbled his signature onto the documents. âThey talk about you often,â he replied, not looking up right away. âMorgan more than most.â
You tilted your head, your brow arching playfully. âJealous?â
Finally, he looked up, setting the pen down and stepping closer. âObservant,â he corrected, his tone dry but his gaze warm. He handed the folder back to you, and as his fingers brushed yours again, the slightest spark of electricity passed between you. âYou look stunning today, by the way.â
âToday?â you teased, your voice dropping slightly as you tilted your chin. âWhat about yesterday?â
Aaronâs smirk deepened, the rare expression enough to make your stomach flip. âEvery day,â he replied smoothly, his voice dipping into that low, velvety tone that sent a thrill through you. He stepped just close enough that you caught the faint scent of his cologneâsubtle and clean, just like him.
For a moment, the space between you felt charged, but you straightened, breaking the tension with a soft laugh. âCareful, Agent Hotchner,â you said, lowering your voice conspiratorially. âSomeone might notice.â
He chuckled softly, the sound rare but rich. âLet them speculate.â
The corner of your mouth twitched in amusement, but you turned on your heel, your exit as purposeful as your arrival. Behind you, Aaron watched, his expression softening again as the door clicked shut. The office suddenly felt emptier without you in it, and the faintest hint of a smile lingered on his lips.
Moments after, when you stepped out of Aaronâs office, the door closing softly behind you, you nearly collided with David Rossi. The veteran profiler stepped back gracefully, offering you a warm smile as his eyes flicked to the folder in your hands.
âAgent Y/L/N,â he greeted smoothly, the corner of his mouth quirking upward. âYouâre lucky Hotch doesnât have a âNo Stunning Womenâ policy in his office. Makes the rest of us forget what weâre working on.â
You gave a polite laugh, your smile measured but warm. âAlways a pleasure, Agent Rossi. Donât let me distract you too much.â With a nod, you stepped past him and continued down the hall, your heels clicking confidently on the polished floor.
Rossi watched you leave, shaking his head slightly before stepping into Hotchâs office, and shutting the door behind him. âYou didnât tell me your office doubled as a runway, Aaron,â Rossi quipped as he took a seat across from Hotchâs desk, still grinning.
Hotch didnât look up from the report in front of him. âRossi.â
âIâm just saying,â Rossi continued, leaning back in his chair. âAgent Y/L/N is quite the⌠presence. Canât imagine you get much work done when sheâs around.â
Hotch finally glanced up, his sharp eyes locking on Rossi with a calm but pointed look. âSheâs one of the most competent agents in this building.â
Rossi raised his hands in mock surrender, the grin still on his face. âNo offense, Aaron. Iâm just appreciating fine talent when I see it. Professionally, of course.â
Hotchâs expression didnât shift as he returned to his paperwork. âMake sure it stays professional, Dave.â
Rossi chuckled, standing up and adjusting his suit jacket. âNoted. Iâll leave you to your work, but for the record⌠youâve got good taste.â
Hotchâs eyes flicked up for a brief moment, narrowing slightly as Rossi turned to leave. Once the door closed behind him, Aaron exhaled, his jaw relaxing as the corners of his mouth twitched faintly. You had that effect on people. Rossi wasnât wrong about that, but Aaron wasnât about to let anyone reduce you to just that. Not on his watch.
It wasnât much later in the week when the low hum of conversation and clinking glasses filled the dimly lit bar as the BAU team finally unwound after wrapping a grueling case. At their usual table near the back, JJ, Penelope, and Emily leaned close together, conspiring with mischievous smiles. Derek Morgan leaned back in his chair, his beer in hand, as he glanced across the room toward you.
You were with your own team, sitting at the far end of the bar. The laughter coming from your group was infectious, and more than a few heads in the bar had turned to admire the sharp, confident woman at the center of it all. You were a vision, dressed in a fitted, dark emerald blouse that complemented your glowing skin, your hair falling perfectly into place despite the long week.
Emily nudged Derek, her grin widening. âNowâs your chance, Morgan. Sheâs right there, and sheâs smiling. Thatâs basically an invitation.â
Penelope nodded eagerly, swirling her cocktail. âSeriously, Derek. Youâre Mr. Smoothâto make one of your famous sweet moves. Sheâs gorgeous, brilliant, and, letâs face it, probably way out of your league, but youâve got charm. Use it!â
JJ smirked, sipping her drink. âTheyâre not wrong. Sheâs definitely the type to keep you on your toes.â
Derek chuckled, shaking his head, though his gaze lingered on you for a moment. âYou ladies make a good point. Pretty boy over here has been staring so hard, I think he forgot how to blink.â
Reidâs head snapped up, a faint blush spreading across his cheeks. âI havenât been staringâI was observing!â
Penelope laughed, reaching out to pat his arm. âSure, sweetie. Keep telling yourself that.â
Meanwhile, Aaron Hotchner sat quietly at the edge of the table, nursing his drink and doing his best to keep his expression neutral. He caught Rossiâs amused glance and ignored it, his attention drifting toward you. Across the room, your eyes flicked to his, and in that instant, the noise of the bar seemed to fade. Your lips curved into a soft, knowing smile, and Hotchâs lips twitched in response, his gaze steady but warm.
âAlright,â Derek announced, standing up and brushing imaginary dust off his shirt. âTime to show you all how itâs done.â
As he sauntered toward you, the rest of the team watched with poorly concealed anticipation. Hotch leaned back slightly, a faint smirk playing at his lips as he took another sip of his drink, clearly amused.
At the bar, Derek slid into the seat beside you, his trademark charm on full display. âWell, well, Agent Y/L/N,â he began, flashing you a dazzling smile. âA woman like you at a place like thisâitâs like a shooting star landing in a parking lot. Rare. Unexpected. Stunning.â
You turned toward him, your smile warm but professional. âAgent Morgan,â you greeted. âWhat can I do for you?â
âOh, Iâm just wondering if I can buy you a drink. You look like someone who deserves only the finest.â
You chuckled softly, tilting your head. âThatâs kind of you, but Iâm good for now. Thank you, though.â
Derek raised an eyebrow, undeterred. âYou sure? A woman like you turning down a Morgan Original? That doesnât happen often.â
You smiled, leaning in slightly, your voice light but firm. âIâm flattered, Derek, really. But no, thank you.â
Derek blinked, clearly surprised but respectful, raising his hands in mock surrender. âAlright, alright. Canât blame a guy for trying. You have a good night, Agent Y/L/N.â
As he returned to the table, Rossi leaned back in his chair, his grin widening. âI think I know why she turned you down.â
Derek arched a brow. âOh, yeah? Enlighten us, wise old man.â
Rossi swirled his drink lazily. âSheâs already seeing someone.â
That caught the teamâs attention. JJ frowned thoughtfully. âShe doesnât wear a ring.â
Emily shrugged. âDoesnât mean anything. Rossiâs probably rightâsomeone like her? Definitely taken.â
Penelope gasped. âSheâs got to be dating some rich CEO type. Like a Christian Grey situationâminus the creepy stuff. You know, private jets, expensive suits, maybe even his own island.â
Reid tilted his head. âStatistically, high-powered women often prefer partners who are equally accomplished, so itâs not unreasonable to assumeâŚâ
Hotch, listening quietly, couldnât help but chuckle softly under his breath. It was rare for him to indulge in such amusement, but their wild guesses about your personal life were too far from the truth to resist.
âSomething funny, Hotch?â Derek asked, narrowing his eyes playfully.
Hotch met his gaze evenly, his lips twitching. âJust enjoying the show, Morgan.â
From across the room, you glanced at him again, your eyes meeting his with a spark of shared amusement. You knew, just as he did that the truth was far more satisfying than any of their guesses.
That night, the familiar warmth of your shared apartment enveloped you as you stepped out of the bathroom, your hair still damp from the shower. The soft glow of the bedside lamp lit the room in hues of gold, casting a gentle light over Aaron as he stood at the dresser, folding his tie with precision. His shirt sleeves were rolled up, revealing strong forearms, and his expression was calm, though you could tell from the faint tension in his jaw that something was on his mind.
There was something mesmerizing about the way he movedâcalm, methodical, and yet there was an intimacy in the gesture that always left your heart fluttering.
You crossed the room, barefoot, wearing one of his old FBI academy T-shirts that hung just above your thighs. It was soft and familiar, smelling faintly of him, and you loved how it made you feel wrapped in his presence.
As you climbed into bed, you leaned back against the headboard, watching him with a small smile. âYouâre quiet tonight,â you teased, running a hand through your damp hair. âThatâs usually my thing.â
Aaron glanced at you, his lips quirking slightly before he shook his head and continued folding. âIâm just thinking.â
âAbout?â
He sighed, placing the tie in the drawer before turning to face you, his arms crossing over his chest. âMy team.â
You raised a brow, leaning forward slightly. âOh? What did the BAU do this time?â
Aaron smirked faintly, shaking his head as he sat on the edge of the bed to remove his watch. âItâs not what theyâve done. Itâs what they keep saying.â
You tilted your head, your curiosity piqued. âDo tell.â
He exhaled, his voice even but carrying a hint of frustration. âThey donât stop talking about you. Derek, Emily, Penelope⌠even Reid, apparently. Itâs constant.â He turned to look at you, his dark eyes warm but serious. âIâve been patient. Iâve let it slide because they donât know. But I think Iâve hit my limit.â
A slow smile spread across your face as you scooted closer, resting your chin on his shoulder. âYouâre jealous,â you teased, your voice light and laced with amusement. âAaron Hotchner, stoic leader of the BAU, is jealous.â
âIâm not jealous,â he replied firmly, though the slight twitch of his lips betrayed him. âI just donât appreciate them⌠ogling you.â
You chuckled softly, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your chin against his shoulder. âYou know I think itâs kind of hot when youâre jealous, right?â
He turned his head slightly to look at you, his expression softening. âIâm serious.â
âSo am I,â you said with a grin, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. âItâs sweet that you care so much. But you donât have to worry, Aaron. Iâm yours. Completely.â
He turned fully now, his hands coming up to rest on your knees as he looked at you with a rare softness in his eyes. âYou have no idea how much I appreciate hearing that.â
You smiled, leaning in to brush your lips against his. âGood. Because itâs true.â
He kissed you back gently, one hand sliding up to cradle your cheek. When you pulled away, you saw the faintest hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
Aaron lingered close for a moment, his thumb brushing your cheek in a rare display of vulnerability before he exhaled softly and pulled back. Standing, he moved toward the dresser with the same calm, deliberate manner that always captivated you.
His hands went to the buttons of his shirt, working them loose one by one. The sound of each button sliding free seemed amplified in the quiet of your shared space. You couldnât help but admire the way the soft light played over his featuresâhis strong jaw, the tension in his shoulders, and the faint lines around his eyes that only made him more striking.
Aaron shrugged off his shirt, revealing the toned muscles of his chest and the scar along his side that you knew he sometimes still tried to hide. He folded the shirt with the same precision as his tie, setting it neatly aside before slipping out of his slacks and into the lounge pants he favored at night.
âDonât stop on my account,â you teased, your voice warm and playful as your eyes lingered on him.
He glanced back at you with a small, knowing smile. âEnjoying the show?â
You grinned. âAlways.â
Aaron shook his head slightly, his smirk growing as he crossed the room and slid into bed beside you. The mattress dipped under his weight, and the familiar warmth of his body radiated toward you as he leaned back against the pillows, one arm sliding around your waist to pull you close.
âYou really donât have to worry about what your team says,â you murmured, your fingers tracing absent patterns on his chest. âI only have eyes for you.â
His hand came up to cup your cheek, gently tilting your face toward his. âYouâre sure about that?â he asked softly, though the faint glimmer of amusement in his eyes betrayed the questionâs seriousness.
âIâm sure,â you whispered, leaning in to brush your lips against his. âYouâre the only one who gets this version of me. The rest of them donât even come close.â
Aaron deepened the kiss, his lips moving against yours with a tenderness that still sent your heart racing. His hand slid down to your hip, pulling you closer as your fingers tangled in his hair, and for a moment, the world outside your shared room ceased to exist.
The soft rustle of sheets and the low hum of your shared laughter filled the space as your words became unspoken reassurances, translated into the way he touched you, the way he held you, the way he kissed you as though you were his lifeline.
In the darkness, as the lamp flicked off and the night stretched on, you made it perfectly clearâhe was yours, and you were his, completely. Always.
The annual Bureau holiday party arrived soon after and was in full swing, the large event hall buzzing with laughter and conversation as agents and staff mingled under the soft glow of festive string lights. Tables lined with food and drinks flanked the room, and a DJ played a mix of holiday classics and upbeat pop songs. The BAU team had claimed a table near the center, already deep into their drinks and holiday banter.
Derek leaned back in his chair, scanning the room with an easy grin. âAlright, Iâm calling it now. This yearâs party MVP? Gotta be me. Iâve got the charm, the moves, and the mistletoe strategy ready to go.â
Emily rolled her eyes, sipping her drink. âYour confidence is astounding. Letâs see how it plays out when someone turns you down again.â
Penelope chuckled, adjusting the festive reindeer antlers perched on her head. âMaybe donât aim for anyone whoâs already out of your league, like a certain Agent Y/L/N.â
âTheyâre never letting that one down,â Reid laughed.Â
Derek smirked. âSheâs not here yet, but hey, holiday parties are all about surprises. Maybe sheâll get a look and change her mind?â
JJ raised a brow. âSpeaking of surprises⌠does anyone else feel like Hotch is acting weird lately? Heâs been way too quiet during our usual teasing.â Will was at her side, with an arm wrapped over her shoulders.Â
Rossi, swirling his glass of whiskey, gave a knowing smirk but said nothing.
The conversation halted abruptly as the door to the hall opened, and heads turned to see Aaron Hotchner entering with you at his side.
The two of you stepped into the room, hand in hand, your fingers loosely intertwined as Aaron scanned the crowd with his usual composed demeanor. You looked radiant in a fitted emerald dress, its sleek design effortlessly elegant, while Aaronâs sharp black suit was understated yet commanding.
The BAU table fell silent, their jaws collectively dropping.
âIs thatâŚ?â Penelope started, blinking rapidly.
âHotch,â JJ finished, her voice barely above a whisper. Will let out a breathy laugh.Â
âAnd Agent Y/L/N,â Emily added, looking between the two of you as if sheâd seen a ghost.
Morgan leaned forward, his grin faltering. âNo way.â
Hotchâs lips twitched into the faintest smile as he caught their stunned expressions. He led you toward the table with a calm confidence, his hand still firmly in yours.
âEvening, everyone,â he greeted, his tone as steady as ever.
You smiled warmly, giving a little wave with your free hand. âHi, guys. Hope weâre not late.â
The team exchanged glances, still struggling to process what they were seeing.
Derek was the first to recover, though his grin was more sheepish than his usual swagger. âWell, damn. Hotch, you really know how to keep a secret.â
Hotch arched a brow, his hand resting protectively on your back as he pulled out a chair for you. âItâs never been a secret. Some things are worth keeping private.â
Emily leaned closer to Penelope, muttering, âOkay, I officially feel bad for every single comment Iâve ever made about her in front of him.â
Penelope nodded vigorously. âSame. Oh my gosh, same.â
JJ shook her head, laughing softly. âAnd Derek, all the flirting?â
Morgan held up his hands in surrender. âHey, I didnât know! But Iâll admit when Iâm beat. Respect, Hotch. Youâre a lucky man.â
Hotchâs expression softened slightly as he glanced at you. âI know.â
Rossi, still sipping his drink, chuckled. âFor the record, I knew when to quit. The first time I made a comment about her, the look Hotch gave me said everything I needed to know.â
You raised a brow, your lips curving into a playful smile. âOh? And what look was that?â
Rossi smirked. âThe one that says, âSay one more word, and youâre not making it to retirement.ââ
âBack into retirement,â Hotch corrected with an amused look. The table erupted into laughter.
Emily leaned forward, her curiosity winning out. âAlright, spill. How long has this been going on?â
You exchanged a glance with Aaron, his hand still resting lightly on your back.
âA little over a year,â you admitted, and Hotch nodded.Â
âA year?â Penelope gasped. âAnd you managed to keep it quiet this long? Iâm impressed.â
Hotchâs gaze swept over his team, his voice calm but with a subtle warmth. âWe wanted to keep things professional. But we both agreed it was time.â A mischievous glint flashed in his eyes as he added, âEspecially before one of you asked her out on a date next.â
The team erupted into laughter, though Derek groaned, throwing his head back. âAw, come on, Hotch! Youâre never letting me live that down, are you?â
Emily smirked, leaning back in her chair. âYou really did shoot your shot, Morgan. Respect for the boldness, but hindsight? Not your best moment.â
Penelope covered her mouth with her hand, barely containing her giggles. âIâm never going to stop picturing Hotch sitting back in his office, watching that go down and just... waiting.â
JJ joined in, shaking her head with a grin. âHonestly, Derek, if looks could killâŚâ
Derek held up his hands in surrender, chuckling despite himself. âAlright, alright! I didnât know, okay? And for the record, I was nothing but a gentleman.â
You leaned forward, resting your chin on your hand as you smiled at him. âYou were, Derek. I thought it was sweet.â
âSweet?â Hotch interjected, his tone laced with playful sarcasm as he glanced at you. âIâd call it⌠bold.â
You nudged his arm with your elbow, your smile widening. âAaron.â
His lips twitched into a faint smirk as he looked back at the table. âBut in all seriousness, I canât blame anyone for noticing how incredible she is. I just happen to be the lucky one.â
The table quieted for a moment, the sincerity in his tone catching everyone off guard. Emily was the first to break the silence, raising her glass with a grin. âWell, hereâs to the two of you. A BAU power couple if Iâve ever seen one.â
âCheers to that,â Penelope chimed in, her eyes sparkling.
As the team raised their glasses once more, you glanced at Aaron, your fingers brushing his under the table. His quiet smile and the gentle squeeze of your hand told you everything you needed to know. You were his, and he was yours, and no amount of teasing or surprise from his team could change that.
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Alrighty this is gonna be long but I'm bored so HERE WE GOOO
Kyomu Mori questions
1.Are they associated with a certain colour? What colour do they wear the most?
Because if his hair colour, I'd say he's accosiated with light blue. He usually wears more muted-ish colours like grey, dark blue, and white, but he loves wearing yellow
2. What sort of music would they like? Have you thought about what genres or bands do they lean towards? Do they have a favorite song?
He prefers rock music. Basically any music that makes you feel like you can take on the world. He loves vibing to those. And just because I don't have a fav song, neither does he đ
(my fav songs change within a week)
3. Weapon of choice? Any particular reason they chose their weapon?
Guns. Any kind of gun, though he prefers pistols and other small, handheld ones. He likes guns because he's always been talented with them. That, and that he was raised by Snipe
4. How crafty/resourceful are they?
I'd say about a 7-7.5 out of ten for this one. Not the greatest, but he can conjure up some resourcefulness when he wants to
5. How do they typically dress? Does their wardrobe lean more toward practicality or aesthetics?
Depending on how he's feeling, his clothing choice changes. On a good day, he'll go for a nice-fitting tank top. On a bad day, he night go for a loose-fitting t-shirt. His clothing style is casual, but kinda aesthetic in a sort of steetsy-kinda way(??). Fashion/aesthetics are important for him, but you'll never catch him wearing anything with pockets he can't shove his whole hand into
6. How do they wear their hair? Do they care a lot about how their hair looks?
He almost always wears his hair in a high ponytail. Although he does this to get his hair out of the way, he always makes sure his hair looks presentable. He's the kinda guy to use a bit too much conditioner
7. Favourite animal? Why?
Dogs. Specifically german shepherds. Because he thinks guard dogs are cool af
8. Do they have a nickname? Who gave it to them? If it's not derived from their real name, what's the story behind it?
His nickname is Kyo. Ashido gave him it randomly one day, and Kaminari immediately started using it too
9. Favourite food? Least favourite? Are they a picky eater? Do they have any dietary restrictions?
Fav: Burgers. Specifically bacon burgers. Least fav: Tomatoes. He's not really a picky eater, but he's not even TOUCHING anything woth tomatoes in it. And he doesn't have any dietary restrictions
10. If they wear jewelry, what kind? Do they prefer silver or gold? Do they have a favourite gem?
He wears earrings and has an eyebrow piercing, but he'll toss on a necklace or two if he wants to look presentable when going out
11. What do they have in common with you? How are they different? Would you get along with them?
He doesn't have a lot in common with me. Ig we both question authority?? Also we both live guns. Overall, he's MUCH more confident than me. We are quite different. I'd say I wouldn't get along the greatest with him, mainly cuz he likes physical touch, and that is something I HATE. You touch me randomly and I freeze, as well as shoot you a dirty look XD
12. How long have they been around? Do you know their birthday? Is their birthday the day you made them or another day? What do they think of celebrating birthdays?
He has been around for 16 and a bit years, and his birthday is on April 6th. This is not the day I made him (actually this is the first I'm hearing of making their release date into their actual birthday. I shall do this for another of my ocs :) ). He loves his birthday cuz it gives him attention xD
13. What languages do they speak? How fluently?
He can speak Japanese, English, and Filipino. He speaks Japanese fluently. His English isn't the greatest, but he's learning from school. His Filipino is REALLY rusty, but he can hold a basic conversation. He knows Filipino because his father is from the Philippines, and he learned the language as a kid, but he hasn't really used it since highschool
14. Are they any good with numbers?
Not really sure how to interpret this, but he's not the greatest at math
15. How big or small is their family? Who did they live with growing up? Do they live with anyone now?
His parents died. He lived with Snipe growing up. Currently, he's living in the UA dorms
16. Do they have any pets? What do they call their pets?
He doesn't have any pets, but he wants a dog. He also kinda maybe sorta wants a bird
17. How did they spend their summers/free time as a child?
He spent a lot of his time at the shooting range growing up, and it's always been a place of comfort to him
18. Their opinion on lying, stealing, and killing?
He thinks they're bad, obviously. But,,, he does think they are justified, and even necessary, in many cases
19. Are they quick to anger? What sets them off?
He doesn't really anger quickly. He's more laid back. And although he does get angry when someone hurts/threatens his friends, he also gets angry when many little things go wrong. Like, you know those days where everything seems to go wrong and you're tripping on things and dropping things? Yeah that gets him angy quickly
20. If applicable, can they drive? If they have their own, what colour is their vehicle? Is the inside neat and tidy, or a mess?
The legal driving age in Japan is 18, so he can't drive. But he may or may not fail many a driving test in the future... Also he has sworn that his future car WILL have racing stripes.
21. Their favourite place to be?
The shooting range
22. Do they sleep well at night?
Kyomu sleeps like a little baby, if that baby takes up the whole bed while sleeping and falls off the bed randomly in the night
23. How would you describe their voice? Can they sing?
His voice is on the louder side. I don't have a voice claim yet, but I may find one eventually. Also he can't sing. Granted, it's def not the worst out there, but it couldn't be considered "good"
24. Do they have any creative hobbies? (Art, writing, music, etc.)
He likes doing graffiti, tho he doesn't do it often. Other than that, he likes to listen to music
25. How good/bad is their hearing? What about their eyesight?
His hearing is a little better than what is considered normal, and his eyesight is good. Little fun fact about his eyesight: He sees yellow slightly better than any other colour. Yellow is very slightly more vibrant and bright to him
26. How do they move? Are they clumsy? Light on their feet? Do they use mobility aids?
Because of how his legs are built, he is slightly more light on his feet. His footsteps don't make a lot of noise. He can be a bit clumsy tho. He's not the most careful with his actions
27. If applicable, do they have a favorite sport? Do they play any sports or prefer to watch?
He likes basketball (probably cuz Kyomu has a height advantage over his friends). Watching sports is boring to him, and he prefers to play some friendly basketball with his friends
28. How do they show they care about someone? How do they express that they don't like someone?
Kyomu shows he likes someone by doing things with them and touching them (not like that. Stop it.). He'll ruffle his friends' hair or playfully poke them, and he's always down to give a massage if asked. Sometimes he'll even find his tail involuntarily grazing by the legs of those he loves.
29. Are they accosiated with any particular element (air, earth, fire, water)?
I don't think he's really "accosiated" with an element, but he'd probably be water
30. Do they smell like anything notable?
Nope. The only notable smell-related thing I can think of is that he sometimes uses women's deodorant because it smells better than men's "forest mud deodorant" or whatever it's named xD
31. Do they like receiving gifts? Giving gifts? What is their ideal gift?
He loves receiving gifts, but not giving so much, because he rever really knows what to get people. His ideal gift is any like, small, neat, unique, silly trinket. He loves collecting silly shit his friends give him
32. Do they have any hobbies that aren't particularly self-destructive, just maybe odd?
Not a hobby, but he drinks the pickle juice out of the jar when he finishes all the pickles.
33. If applicable, how would your other characters describe them? I mean specifically the people around them.
I don't have any other Mha ocs as of rn, but I can do this for his friends. Also I'm not gonna go into how each character would describe him, so ima do how the characters see him Kaminari, Ashido, and Sero see him as kinda like a cool older brother, and they live hanging out with him Kirishima and Jirou see him as a wee bit much, but they still love him and love the energy that he brings to class. Bakugou doesn't like him. Especially cuz Kyomu is taller than him and he doesn't like that Others like Iida, Midoriya, and Ochako don't care for his rebellious personality, but they will admit that he brings up the mood of just about whatever situation he finds himself in
(The thing above is being a bitch and is refusing to be coloured blue and now we must all suffer.)
34. How would your character describe themselves? It doesn't have to line up with who they really are.
Kyomu thinks of himself as more or less the "popular kid" that just about everyone likes. He would describe himself as brave, strong, and willing to stick up for what he thinks is right
35. Do they ever return home?
. . . . ?? He never "left" home?? I mean, he is living in the dorms rn, but idk what this question is getting at :/
Tagging @bluespider008 because I found these questions cuz you posted yours, but I didn't want this to take up a ton of space on my blog, so I just reblogged the original post đ
Idk if you wanna see this, but you're seeing it now!
Also feel free to reblog with your oc :)
i wanted to make an oc ask game đ things i like to ask people abt their characters:
are they associated with a certain color? what color do they wear the most?
what sort of music would they like? have you thought about what genres or bands do they lean towards? do they have a favorite song?
weapon of choice? any particular reason they chose their weapon?
how crafty/resourceful are they?
how do they typically dress? does their wardrobe lean more towards practicality or aesthetics?
how do they wear their hair? do they care a lot how their hair looks?
favorite animal? why?
do they have a nickname? who gave it to them? if it's not derived from their real name, what's the story behind it?
favorite food? least favorite? are they a picky eater? do they have any dietary restrictions?
if they wear jewelry, what kind? do they prefer silver or gold? do they have a favorite gem?
what do they have in common with you? how are they different? would you get along with them?
how long have they been around? do you know their birthday? is their birthday the day you made them or another day? what do they think of celebrating birthdays?
what languages do they speak? how fluently?
are they any good with numbers?
how big or small is their family? who did they live with growing up? do they live with anyone now?
do they have any pets? what do they call their pets?
how did they spend their summers/free time as a child?
their opinion on lying, stealing, and killing?
are they quick to anger? what sets them off?
if applicable, can they drive? if they have their own, what color is their vehicle? is the inside neat and tidy, or a mess?
their favorite place to be?
do they sleep well at night?
how would you describe their voice? can they sing?
do they have any creative hobbies? (art, writing, music, etc)
how good/bad is their hearing? what about their eyesight?
how do they move? are they clumsy? light on their feet? do they use mobility aids?
if applicable, do they have a favorite sport? do they play any sports or prefer to watch?
how do they show that they care about someone? how do they express that they don't like someone?
are they associated with any particular element (air, earth, fire, water)?
do they smell like anything notable?
do they like receiving gifts? giving gifts? what is their ideal gift?
do they have any habits that aren't particularly self-destructive, just maybe odd?
if applicable, how would your other characters describe them? i mean specifically the people around them.
how would your character describe themselves? it doesn't have to line up with how they really are.
do they ever return home?
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Sugar, spice, and everything nice (Part 2)
Word count: 3500+
Warnings: making out, slight mentions of masturbation, sex toys
Youâre on your new laptop the next day when Agatha walks into the bakery. Your face lights up and she smiles at you the second sheâs through the door. Like every time you see her, she manages to take your breath away.Â
âHey!â You exclaim, motioning your hands around the laptop. âThank you so much again. You did not have to do this.âÂ
âI know I didnât. But I wanted to, hon,â she says. Agathaâs now stopped in front of the counter, looking at you expectantly.Â
âDo you want the usual?âÂ
She smirks playfully. âDo you remember everyoneâs order?âÂ
âOnly the ones that tip about 500% and buy me laptops,â you joke, but thereâs some truth to it. Youâve had customers that have come in every day for a week and you donât even realize itâs the same person. She seems satisfied with your quip and nods.Â
âIâd love the âusual,â thank you.âÂ
This time, though, when she holds out the typical $50, you pull out the change from the register and insist she take it. She raises an eyebrow.Â
âPlease, Agatha, you just bought me a computer,â you say, the beg coming out a little whiny. She teasingly rolls her eyes and takes the money from you. âThank you. Your coffee will be right up.âÂ
âActually, can you make it two?âÂ
Your heart skips a beat. Who is joining her? A friend? Her partner?Â
And then you inwardly scold yourself for caring.Â
âOh, yeah, sure. Another espresso?âÂ
She shrugs slyly and skates a finger over the countertop. âI donât know. What kind of coffee do you want?âÂ
You stare at her blankly, trying to make sense of her question. She must see your puzzled expression because she tosses her head back with a laugh.Â
âIâm asking you to have coffee with me, doll,â she explains and the lightbulb clicks in your mind.Â
âOhâoh my god! Iâm sorry.â Of course youâre making a fool out of yourself in front of the most beautiful woman on the planet.Â
âYou donât have to.â This is the first time youâve ever seen a flicker of doubt on her face.Â
âNo, no, I want to. Go sit down and Iâll bring the coffee over when Iâm ready.âÂ
She sits down at the normal booth and you busy yourself making an espresso and a pumpkin spice latte. This time, you allow yourself to glance at Agatha and you feel something in your stomach when you notice that sheâs already looking at you, a fond smile on her lips. Thereâs a tug in your gut and you smile back. Youâre not sure why the older woman is drawn to you this much, but you are not complaining.Â
Thereâs something about her too. Something that pulls you in and doesnât want to let you go.Â
You successfully make the coffee this time without any broken laptops and you bring them over to the table, sitting across from her before she has to ask. She looks pleased and blows on her coffee before taking a sip.Â
âWhatâs your drink of choice?â She asks, nodding at your cup.Â
âOh, just a pumpkin spice latte,â you say dismissively. âIâm a big pumpkin fan.â She nods like itâs the most interesting thing sheâs ever heard. âAnd, thank you again. For the laptop. You really didnât have to do that. Is there anything I can do to repay you?â You donât mean for it to sound as dirty as it does and she smirks like she hears it too.Â
âThere is one thing you can do.â You urge her earnestly with your eyes. âGo ice skating with me tonight?â Itâs getting colder in Westview and the winter festivities are being broken out, including the Winter Wonderland in the square. Complete with an ice skating rink, hot chocolate stands, a snow pit, a hill for the kids to sled down, and even more, it was a town favorite.Â
You frown but your heart skips a beat at the thought of her wanting to hang with you. As a date? âHow is that repaying you?âÂ
She flicks her hand. âThe money isnât a big deal. I just want to get to know you better. Unless youâre busy.âÂ
âNo, I have literally nothing to do later,â you say, shaking your head. She looks relieved. âCan I at least pay for the tickets?âÂ
âHoney,â she scoffs playfully. âI asked, so Iâm paying. If you want to pay, youâll just have to ask me to do something another time.â
âThis sounds an awful lot like a date,â you say before you can stop yourself. The corners of her mouth quirk up and she raises an eyebrow.Â
âDo you want it to be?âÂ
âYeah,â you answer almost immediately, your voice hoarse at the thought. A date. With a rich, hot, older woman. She smiles genuinely. âWhat time? Oh, I hope all my winter clothes arenât at home.â You havenât been back in awhile to your parentsâ house and you only brought the necessities to make it until you go back. Youâre not sure how many cute options youâll have.Â
âIâll pick you up around five-thirty? And do you have warm clothes?â She gives you a once-over. Youâre in jeans and your uniform top. In the back, you have the heavy coat you wear when you have to go outside, and back at your dorm, you have sweatpants. Not exactly up to par with this gorgeous woman.Â
You smile and nod and try to not appear too nervous. What to wear is always a point of stress for you. She must sense this because she reaches over to pat your hand reassuringly and then pulls out her wallet from her pocket.Â
Before you can protest, she slaps a credit card down on the table. Your jaw drops and you look back and forth between it and Agatha.Â
âGo to the mall and get whatever you want,â she tells you, and there is not even a trace of a joke in her tone.Â
âHow do you know I wonât just buy a car or something crazy?â
She laughs. âI trust you. And I donât think you would. You seem like a good girl.â She puts a lot of emphasis on those words and it makes you feel hot. Youâre sure your cheeks have turned red. âText me your address before tonight, yeah?âÂ
You nod because you donât trust yourself to talk at this point. What kind of woman just casually hands over her credit card to someone she barely knows?
âUm, thank you,â is all you can muster the strength to say. She gives you one last smile before getting up from the table.Â
âIâll see you tonight, doll.âÂ
The moment youâre done with your shift, you head to the mall. Youâre not exactly sure what will suffice for the date, but you hope youâll know it when you see it.Â
You eventually find some black pants that make your ass look great and a cute purple sweater with a blue vest. Itâs a little pricey though. You know Agatha said to get whatever you wanted, but you still feel a little guilty, especially after sheâs thrown so much other money at you.Â
So you text her. Hey Agatha! At the mall right now. Just want to check if there was a limit to how much I could spend? I found some stuff but itâs almost $200. If thatâs too much, no worries at all! You send her your address as well before you can forget.Â
She immediately replies. Get the stuff and anything else you want. I canât wait to see what youâve picked out ;) see you later.Â
The winky face causes heat to pump through your veins and you bite your lip. You clear your throat and head to the check-out, heart beating fast when you press Agathaâs credit card to the reader. It goes through and you breathe a sigh of relief.Â
You still canât believe she just handed it over so willingly.Â
Is she your sugar mommy now?
The question weighs on your mind until she texts you that sheâs outside your building later that afternoon. You give yourself a once-over and run downstairs to her car. The new clothes are comfy and warm and she looks at you approvingly when you slide into the passenger seat.Â
âGood choice,â she says.Â
âThank you again,â you reply, a little breathless from the cold and your speed. You take out her card from your wallet and hand it to her. âI canât believe you just gave your card to some random stranger like that.âÂ
She laughs along with you. âI know you wouldnât do anything. You seem too desperate to please.â Your face heats and youâre not really sure what to say. She isnât wrong. Thereâs something about Agatha that makes you want to do whatever she says. âHow was the rest of work?â
âOh, good.â You wave a hand dismissively. âIt was a pretty slow day today. Did you have work?âÂ
She launches into telling you about her newest court case and you find yourself absolutely fascinated to the point of not even realizing that youâve arrived. Everything Agatha says has you absolutely enthralled and by the faint smirk on her face, she knows it too.Â
She leads you over to the ticket stand, her hand on your lower back, and confidently buys two.Â
âThank you,â you say again, a little flustered by how she hasnât let you pay for anything. Youâll be damned if you leave without buying her a drink or something.Â
âOf course, doll. Do you want to skate first?â You nod eagerly, causing her to chuckle, and you both go to pick out skates. She has to help you lace them up after you fumble with them for a while since your hands have become so cold.Â
âFull disclosure, Iâm not very good at skating,â you warn her when sheâs holding onto your arm at the gate.Â
âI can help you, sweetheart,â she says and your heart feels so full.Â
She gets onto the ice first and lets go of the railing so she can grab your hands and assist you in stepping onto the rink. Your eyes widen when you almost fall after moving your foot forward and it shoots back, but Agatha catches you in her strong arms.Â
âOh my god,â you exclaim as she stands you back up, never letting go of her tight grip on you.Â
âIt takes a bit to figure out. How many times have you ice skated?âÂ
âNone,â you say, tongue poking through your lips as you look down at your feet and focus on sliding them forward. She glides backwards with you effortlessly. When you finally look up at her, sheâs staring at you with something written on her face you canât quite read. âWhat?âÂ
âYou couldâve told me that you hadnât, I wouldâve taken you to dinner or something else,â she says.Â
âNo, no, itâs totally fine. I wouldâve done whatever you wanted to do,â you reply half-mindedly. Youâre more focused on skating around the corner. Once you do so successfully, her hands move from your wrists to only one hand holding your hip.Â
But her touch makes you jump, fire igniting in your stomach, and you slip and fall on the ice.Â
You groan in pain and Agatha stifles a laugh before squatting down to check on you. The cold has seeped into your wet pants and the humiliation burns your cheeks.Â
âYou okay, doll?âÂ
You nod your head defeatedly. âYeah, just a little wet.â The moment you say it, you can see her eyes darken just the slightest. Your breath catches when you realize the innuendo and thereâs a tense silence with the two of you just staring at each other while others skate around you.Â
âWell, letâs get you up. Want to keep trying?â Agatha asks finally. She gets back on her feet as gracefully as ever.Â
âAs long as you donât let me fall again,â you joke and take her outstretched hands.
âI didnât let you fall, you did that all on your own,â she says playfully.Â
She carefully lifts you up and you grab onto her biceps when youâre fully standing so you donât crash back down. Her hands grab your waist again to hold you steady and when you look at her face, sheâs staring at your lips.Â
âAgatha,â you say, but youâre not sure what else to add because now youâre staring at her lips too. She leans in an imperceptible amount and your mouth parts involuntarily, ready for a kiss.Â
âLook out!â Someone shouts and the next thing you know, a three foot tall blur runs straight into you, knocking you, Agatha, and the random person down.Â
âSorry!â The kid exclaims and jumps up to skate away, leaving you and Agatha wincing on the ice.Â
âWhy donât we go find something else to do?â She asks and youâve never been more happy to agree.Â
Agatha helps you up once again and this time, interlocks her fingers with yours and slowly skates with you to the exit.Â
Once youâve gotten your shoes back on, Agatha buys the two of you cups of hot chocolate and a pretzel to split and leads you over to a bench so you can sit.Â
âThank you for this,â you say, shoving a piece of the pretzel into your mouth.Â
âMy pleasure, sweetheart.âÂ
The pet name does things to you that you canât say and you find yourself wishing that the almost-kiss on the ice actually happened. You feel so connected and attracted to Agatha, even though youâre not sure why.Â
âWhy do you keep tipping me so much and buying me all these nice things?â Youâre finally brave enough to voice the question thatâs been on your mind since the first day she came into the bakery.Â
She smiles and reaches over to squeeze your hand. âYou deserve it. And I like spoiling you. You get this cute little look in your eye.â You blush instantly and she laughs. âLike that.âÂ
âWell, can I take you out sometime soon? Maybe for dinner or a movie or something?âÂ
âIâd like that. Iâm free Tuesday or Thursday night this week.âÂ
âIâll see you Tuesday then,â you say, happy that sheâs finally going to let you treat her to something. âUnless I see you at the bakery first. It seems to have become an integral part of your morning.â Youâre teasing but part of you wants her to elaborate on what sheâs doing.Â
âWhat can I say? The cinnamon crumb cake and the espresso are to die for,â she says with a wink. You laugh despite yourself.Â
Comfortable silence falls over the two of you as you sip on your drinks and eat the pretzel.Â
âIs there anything else you want to do?â She asks.Â
âCan we go on the ferris wheel?âÂ
âOf course, dear.â She stands up and offers you her hand and you obviously take it.Â
The line for the ride isnât long at all so you basically walk right into a passenger car. Agatha sits next to you instead of across from you so she can wrap an arm around your shoulders. The wheel starts turning and something on the ceiling catches your eye.Â
âIs that mistletoe?â You ask, pointing up at it and then looking at Agatha, who is also peering up at it, corners of her mouth quirking up.Â
âLooks like it,â she answers thoughtfully and then glances at you playfully. âShall we?âÂ
You donât even answer, just clasp her cheek with your hand and pull her in.Â
Itâs a slow kiss at first, just a press of your mouth against hers, but then she opens her lips and slides her tongue into your mouth. You moan into her mouth and try to pull her even closer to you so you can feel more of her. She sucks on your tongue and your teeth make a clicking noise when they clash against each other.Â
When you have to pull back for air, she kisses down your jaw and then gently bites on your neck. You gasp and your hips jump against nothing.Â
âAgatha,â you breathe and you can feel her smirking as she nibbles on your earlobe. A fire stokes to life in your stomach and your body feels like a lifewire. One of her hands dips under your vest so she can cup your breast through your sweater. You whimper and she chuckles lowly. âPlease.âÂ
âIs this okay?â She asks and you nod so hard your head hurts. She smirks and her hand slides down and under your sweater.Â
The coldness of her fingers against your warm stomach makes you gasp but you like it and you pull her back in for a kiss. Her hand keeps moving up under your shirt and sheâs about to reach your braâÂ
âand the Ferris wheel stops. You let out a sigh of disappointment and Agatha laughs.Â
The door to your car opens and the two of you step out. You wonder if your face is as red as it seems and you hope that no one accidentally saw you two making out.Â
âSo what now?â She asks once youâre back in the middle of the fair. But thereâs only one thing on your mind right now.Â
You donât care that youâre surrounded by people right now; you stand up on your tiptoes and give her a searing kiss which she returns immediately. Your hands wrap around her neck and hers find their place on your waist. You end the kiss by tugging on her bottom lip and when you pull back, her blue eyes are dark and hooded.Â
âCan we do more of that?â You breathe and she chuckles. Youâve never wanted anyone so badly in your life and you think if you donât have her hands on you in the next ten minutes you might die.Â
âAnything you want,â she whispers and presses one last chaste kiss to your lips. âDoes this mean you want to leave?âÂ
âPlease,â you beg and she smirks at how visibly desperate you are. Youâve become so wet and needy since she put her hand on your waist on the ice. You practically drag her back to the car and when she pulls back in front of your dorm, you look at her with begging eyes. âCome in?âÂ
The moment you say it, you realize how ridiculous it sounds. Bringing a hot, rich, older woman up to your living space thatâs probably the size of her closet so she can fuck you in your twin sized bed? Plus it was your first date and youâve known her for less than a week.
Sheâs clearly thinking the same thing because she smiles softly and says, âMaybe on Tuesday, doll.â
And yet, you whine. âWhy canât we just go back to your place right now? Please, Iâm so-â You cut yourself off before you can tell her just how much you really need her.Â
Her smile turns into a knowing smirk. âWhy donât you go upstairs and take care of that yourself then?â You gape and a flush climbs up your neck and to your face, but she leans in and keeps going. âUse your hand, or a toy, to think about me. Just to tide you over for a bit.âÂ
âI donât have a toy,â is all you can think to say with your brain short-circuiting. That shouldnât have been the part to focus on, but Agatha pulls back with wide eyes.Â
âYou donât?âÂ
And then the image of Agatha using a toy on herself inserts itself in your brain and you have to cross a leg over the other to get some sense of relief. âNo,â you squeak out.Â
The glint in her eyes is positively evil. âHave a good night, doll.â She gives you one last kiss and then unlocks the car door. You give her a playful glare and then go upstairs.Â
After youâve showered and put on pajamas, you slide your hand down your sweatpants and touch yourself.Â
It takes all of three minutes before you cum all over your hand, just replaying the kiss with Agatha in your mind.Â
You fall asleep quickly after that and in the morning, youâre surprised to see a notification saying that you have a package in the delivery room. You throw on a sweatshirt and head down and itâs a medium sized brown box with your name and an A. Harkness as the mailer.Â
Frowning, you take it back to your room and cut it open. Moving the flaps aside, you peer in the box and gasp.Â
Thereâs at least four sex toys. A vibrator, a dildo, a different type of toy, and then a small box. You pick up the box and immediately drop it.Â
Itâs a remote controlled, long-distance vibrator.Â
Your breathing has quickened and you feel your underwear growing wet yet again because of Agatha.Â
And then you see a piece of paper. Hands shaking, you pull it out and open it.Â
Hope you enjoy ;) Maybe you can wear the vibrator on Tuesday. See you soon.Â
#agatha harkness x fem!reader#agatha x reader#agatha harkness x reader#agatha x you#agatha harkness x you#kathryn hahn x reader#agatha smut#agatha all along
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I would love a take on boyfriend Ghost coming home to surprise you, but he finds your bed empty and doesn't realize that you are in his room in his bed. Thanks.
The placebo effect, was what he kept trying to convince you it had to be, no matter how many times you rolled your eyes and told him he was wrong
How else could one explain your insistence that Simonâs bed smelled so much like him, becoming your safe space when he was away on long deployments, when he only ever slept with you in your bed most nights to begin with
Hard to believe it was nearly three years ago now that youâd told your friend since childhood, Johnny, about how your search for a new flat was going miserably. You remember how heâd perked up and recounted with a mischievous glint in his eye about how his Lieutenant was apparently searching for a flat mate at the moment, someone whoâd be looking after the place while he was away for work
Unsure about living with a strange man youâd never met before, but trusting Johnnyâs judgement (though the way he seemed just a bit too eager about this meeting did kind of throw you off-) you had reluctantly agreed to meet with him and at least give the flat a glance before you simply turned him down
It wasnât until you were knocking at the door of the address Johnny had written down for you, that youâd realized heâd never even given you the manâs goddamn name, only ever referring to him at Lieutenant or LT
Johnny apparently also failed to mention the absolute SIZE of the guy, his huge frame blocking nearly all of the light from behind him as he had swung the door open and stood in the doorway before you
In a slight panic, thrown off by the massive man before you and the way the butterflies in your stomach suddenly began to flutter at the sight of him, you had greeted him for the first time with a squeaky, unsure voice saying âUm, hi, are you the Mr Lieutenant?â (something he has never let you live down since)
He knew then and there that you would be the one
Not just his flatmate (though what a generous flatmate he was when he offered insisted on moving all your boxes out of your old place and into his that very same day), but the one, something he reluctantly had to give Soap credit for, seeing as he was the one who wouldnât stop talking his ear off about you
You would be his other half, his better half
And all these years later, the two bedroom flat truly only acted as a one bedroom, considering that from the start Simon was always falling into your bed with you at the end of each night, limbs tangled together under the warmth of a lovers embrace a thousand times more comforting than an actual comforter
Still though, that first time Simon had to be gone for work longer than a few weeks, you found the lingering odor of him clinging to his bedsheets to be one of the few things keeping you sane in his absence, taking to sleeping in his room for the time being, imagining that the pillow you cling to your front was a strong muscular arm instead, littered in scars and tattoos you feel confident you could recognize from touch alone
And when his long awaited flight back home to you landed a few hours earlier than expected, tires touching down in the dark, stillness of late night hour, he decided heâd surprise you and come straight home, rather than calling you to meet him at the base like youâd insisted, not wanting to wake you
Barely able to contain himself, he decided the elevator tide up to the seventh floor would take too long, take away precious seconds that brought him closer to you, and so up the flight of stairs he went, taking them two or three at a time, rushing to see the face etched behind his eyelids every time he closed his eyes, to hear the voice that haunted his dreams each night
Quietly as a man his size could, he crept into the flat, snuck his way into you room, expecting to see your sweet, sleeping form cuddled up amongst the blankets and pillows. But his heart dropped when he noticed the bed was still perfectly made, not a thread out of place.
Trying to remain calm, though his mind was instantly swarming with every possible scenario that could have taken place, he knew he saw your shoes and jacket by the door, you couldnât have gone far⌠but where were you?
He glanced into the living room, wondering if he missed you sleeping on the couch after a long day, he poked his head into the bathroom, even went so far as to check the small balcony, but finally there was only one door left to open.
And there you were, safe and sound, a tiny ball curled up into the center of his huge bed, clinging to one of his old masks and holding it close to your chest as though it were a security blanket (youâd been sleeping in his bed so much you needed something that still smelled strongly of him, you were getting desperate)
Stripping himself down to only his boxers, he tiptoed towards the side of the bed, his mind finally feeling more at peace than he ever had, gently pulling the sheets back just enough for him to slip in behind you, his strong arms wrapping around your middle and pulling you into his muscular chest
Though it should be alarming to suddenly feel a pair of hands roaming over your skin, a body holding you firmly against their own, itâs as though your body knows who it is before your mind does
Any tension you were still holding onto during his absence instantly melts away, your own hands coming to land over top of his, giving a slight squeeze of acknowledgment, not yet willing to fully leave your half asleep state, but needing to touch him, to confirm he really is here
âHmm,â You hum, voice groggy with sleep and a smile slowly stretching across your lips, snuggling further into his embrace. âYouâre home.â
He presses a kiss to the top of your head, breathing you in, wishing he could bottle up the scent of your shampoo and lotions and perfumes, if only to have something to hold onto while heâs away, understanding now why he found you in this bed rather than your own
âI am.â He whispers into your hair, sensing that youâre already drifting back into dream land, safe in his arms and his bed, knowing heâll be there when you wake. He feels his chest tighten when he knows that you werenât talking about the fact that heâs physically home, in the flat, but something more, something much more, because he means the same thing when he tells you, âYouâre my home too, love.â
#wrote this quickly on my lunch break#hope itâs enough to tide you guys over until part six of wife at first sight#asks#call of duty fluff#call of duty fic#call of duty fanfic#call of duty ghost#call of duty#simon ghost x reader#ghost x you#cod simon ghost riley#simon ghost riley#simon riley#cod fanfic#ghost x reader#simon riley x reader#simon riley x you#simon ghost riley x reader#ghost fanfic#simon ghost riley x you#cod simon riley#simon fluff
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I feel like each of the 141 has a difference preference when dicking down their mate.
Kyle prefers to stay human, it lets him really get a good show while fucking into the pretty thing he managed to take home. Seeing how your skin contrasts to his softly colored sheets is more reassuring to him that you're his than any scenting could be. Also, he's a lighter sleeper as a human, letting him keep you in his bed if you try to slip out while he's asleep.
Price likes the little hint of other, as a sign of his age and experience. He's the only one of the 141 who can shift only a few senses instead of having to start properly shifting. Let's him memorize your scent while fucking you, all so he can let you have the illusion of choice by letting you go and "finding" you again later. Eventually, he'll make it seem like a bit of fate and offer you out on a date.
Ghost partially shifts, and that's the most he can hold himself back when it comes to you. Claws and teeth come out, drool dripping from his maw to your skin. He needs to taste you, to make sure you taste the same. Taste like his.
Soap is a dog and he will fuck you in full transformation because of it. This man needs you on the most primal level, so why not just fuck you at his most primal. It also gives him a better nose to smell your sweat soaked skin, a longer tongue to shove into you, better hearing to catch each and every whimper you make. He needs to consume you and the best way to do that is with his wolf.
At least, that's my thought.
As usual how does it feel to be so fucking right?
Gaz absolutely prefers fucking you as a human, it feels too much like taking advantage of you when he has his semi-transformed strength and the idea of fucking you fully wolf makes him itch a little. He's so worried about damaging you with his claws and fangs :( his poor human mate, he doesn't want to ruin you. We'll, not like that at least. That won't stop him from knotting you, that's a luxury he can't afford not to indulge in. He loves the way you squirm and complain about the stretch, shushing you with soft coos, promising it'll be over soon, even when he knows it'll be a good 20 minutes at least.
Price is old hat at transformations and after years of growing and shrinking it's worn on his joints, if he doesn't have to transform he won't. He'll indulge in the sensed his wolf-form lends him, pressing his nose to your pulse and getting himself drunk on your scent. His eyes are always dark, animalistic, when he drags his flat tongue against your sex, and you worry that the teeth he's hiding might bite too hard, but he hasn't hurt you yet. And the only scare he gives you is when he presses his hand against your come filled stomach talking about pups.
Ghost simply lacks self control around you. The man has the control of a saint, but once he gets drunk on the scent of your arousal it's over for him. He grips you with heavy clawed hands, his skin splitting with fur and his nose starting to lengthen, and it scares you a little. His breathing is uneven, but his hips don't stop moving even when his bones start to break and his joints begin to pop. His drool dripping onto you is the only indication you get before he's sinking his teeth into your shoulder. You'll have to take wolfsbane in the morning if you don't want to end up going through the same pain.
Soap though... Soap fucks you like a dog, literally. He'll hunt you down on a full moon and hold you down with big paws, murmuring canned tones from his open maw about how he can't stop himself. He's all instinct, all panting and howling as he mounts you and ruts his cock against your sex, uncaring what hole he fucks himself into as long as it's yours. He'll lay directly on top of you once he's knotted you too, licking your face in apology but you know he doesn't mean it because he keeps asking for another round.
#cod x reader#x reader#simon ghost riley#john soap mactavish#ghost x reader#soap x reader#kyle gaz garrick#gaz x reader#captain john price#captain price x reader#werewolf au#tf 141 x reader#oh wait i forgot i actually have fucked up body horror werewolf headcanons
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"Pathetic mortals! Hear my demands," Corvina intones, feathers raised is a posture of challenge, "and despair, for the will of the night is unstoppable! Your compatriot has made a mockery of our alliance! You must," her voice shifts, a faint squawk betraying a feather-covered blush, "make her let go of me."
Maria, Halberd of Noon, peers up at Corvina. The villainess, once barely taller than her, has grown beyond all reason in the weeks since the Tremorlord ate the sun and plunged the world into an eternal and moonless night. "Is Anne being a problem?"
"Yes! I mean, uh," she tries to compose herself, "yes. Remove her, lest a worse fate befalls her! I will drop her in the ocean to freeze, see if I don't."
"Why don't you ask her yourself?"
"S-she just talks about wanting me to eat her! It's creepy! You deal with it!"
"⌠sure," Maria sighs. "Where is she, anyway?"
Corvina gestures vaguely towards her frankly excessive body. "Somewhere? I don't know. You find her."
Maria stares at Corvina, entirely unimpressed, and the former harpy hides her head under one of her wings. Another dozen wings flutter spasmodically along her body; her proprioception still hasn't caught up to the glut of power engorging her body. Perhaps it could be comical if it wasn't a reminder of how badly screwed they all are.
"Anne! Get out here!"
"don't wanna," the distant reply comes.
"Got you," Maria murmurs.
It's not that easy, of course. Getting to her requires navigating more of their former and future foe's body than Maria every wanted to be aware of, and Corvina keeps on reflexively hitting her with her wings (tolerable) or trying to disembowel her with whichever foot is nearest (irritating). The worst part is Maria's allergies. Harpies generate nearly as much dander as pigeons, and Corvina has not been taking proper care of herself.
Her eyes are watering and her nose is running when she finally finds Anne, Sword of the Morning, curled up under one of Corvina's wings. Several of Corvina's clawed feet hold her aloft, cradling her as delicately as a fresh-plucked flower.
"Hey, sis," Anne murmurs, shifting slightly. "Sup?"
"⌠wait, I thought Corvina didn't want you here?"
"Yeah. She hates me, you know that."
"Butâ"
"But," Anne smiles, "her body doesn't. S' a good cuddler."
"⌠that doesn't make any sense, Anne."
"Does. Wanna join?"
"No, Anne. I want you to stop pissing her off. We really can't afford it."
"Mmm," Anne yawns, "Can't afford to stop either, though âŚ"
"Explain?"
"Why should I? You already know all of it, and I'm tired."
The three Guardians of Dayâtwo, now, since the Shield of Dusk defected to the Tremorlord's forcesâhave never liked talking about the exact details of their powers. They wax strongest during the hours they are bound to (as does Corvina, their villainous reflection), and wane as time's passage draws them away, but âŚ
The fact that they still have some power during eternal night raises questions with indelicate answers. Questions like, well, "where does it come from?" And "how do we get more?"
Dusk's defection came after she asserted one specific answer, and rejected it entirely.
"⌠you can find someone else to cuddle, Anne."
"Don't wanna. Besides," she moves to flop onto the ground and Corvina's claws close around herâwrapping tight around her waist, her neck, and her thighs, pinning her in place like the delicious morsel that she is. "Don't think 'vina will let me."
"Yeah, okay," Maria grouses, "fuck this. Just stop asking her to eat you."
"S'not my fault that she's such a prude."
The villain decides to do the classic "team up to defeat a common foe" trope but it's been taking a lot longer than they had expected,the heroes are getting emotionally attached and it's starting to get weird.
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The Heart-lifter, ft. Red Velvet Seulgi
tags: blowjob, anal teasing, first time anal
length: 10k
author's note: This fic was built on an idea sent by an anon, and this is a good opportunity to say that even though you can send ideas (complete with a plot or not), I decide whether I'll write it, and if I do end up writing it, I get to decide the way the plot progresses. I hope that won't discourage people from submitting their ideas.
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Seulgi lowers the bill of her cap as she eyes this convenience store for the perfect opportunity for a quick in-and-out snatch.
âFuck, am I really doing this?â Different versions of this question have been running amuck in her head, and for a good reason, too: Seulgi used to be standing on stage with bright lights shining on her, but ever since her agency folded, she was forced to do things that she normally wouldnât (i.e. stealing) just so that she can get her hands on most-needed daily essentials.
Seulgiâs heart races: what if she gets caught? What if the police get involved? What ifâ âAh, fuck it, I donât have any other options.â Her good conscience tries so hard to convince her that there are other options, but no matter how much itâs trying to make Seulgi stop, she simply wonât, and as sheâs approaching the shop, she puts on a mask and zips up her jacket to conceal herself better.
Once sheâs in, she takes a few laps around the shop and takes mental notes of where the desired items are: soju is in the glass fridge at the back, pads and soaps are on the shelves in a nearby aisle, and finally, makeup are on the shelves across in the same aisle. âDo I want snacks as well?â Seulgi tries to estimate the size of the items she wants since they will all need to fit around her body, inside the jacket thatâs not too big to begin with. âMaybe I can fit a pack of Oreo or two,â she thinks.
She stands in front of the big fridge, and the way the glass door is showing her reflection makes her question herself once more. Seulgiâs eyes wander off her target and shift towards her feet. âFuck, mama would be so sad if she knew about this.â
âExcuse me, miss,â a voice snaps her out of her trance, âI want to grab something, so can you please move a little?â Her first instinct is to say sorry and step back, but she manages to stop herself from speaking just in time. Thereâs a possibility that this woman might recognize her based on hearing her voice, so she simply nods and moves away from the fridge.
Seulgi takes a momentary shelter in an aisle thatâs full of instant noodles. Her eyes happen to land on a pack of instant carbonara ramen that she loves. âI used to be able to afford boxes of this thing at once,â she thinks as she holds one in the air. She hears the fridgeâs door closing and guesses that the woman is done grabbing whatever. âAlright, letâs not second-guess this.â
With renewed certainty, she makes her way back to the fridge and, without thinking twice, snatches a bottle of soju. After hiding it inside her jacket, she proceeds to go to another aisle to get some sanitary products. Seulgi has half a dozen items hidden underneath her jacket now, and as tempting as it is to get more stuff, she doesnât want to risk it even further. âThatâs it for now.â Seulgi fast-walks towards the exit, and as luck would have it, a bunch of other people are also about to exit, so if the alarms were to trip, no one would be able to point at her directly.
True enough, the shopâs alarms start blaring as soon as she walks out of the door, but she stays calm so that people wonât be too suspicious. Seulgi immediately makes a left turn into an alley, and that is when she starts running, hugging herself tightly as she does to prevent the stolen items from falling out. âCâmon, Kang Seulgi; you can make it home safely.â
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âThank you so much, miss,â you say as you take a cup of hot chocolate and a triangle kimbap from the server. âOf course, sirâcome back again soon!â With a smile, you step away from the register and make your way towards the exit.
You take a sip from the paper cup, and your body immediately feels the warmth from the hot chocolate that serves as a salvation on this cold night. âOh my God, thatâs so good.â You set your hot chocolate on the hood of your car so that you can shift your attention to this warm triangle on your other hand.
âAlright, letâs see if their spicy tuna is actually spicy,â you say to yourself as you free the kimbap of its packaging. The taste of the first bite makes you let out a sigh of satisfaction; not only is the tuna filling properly spicy, but itâs also very flavorful. âIâm about to fucking bust from this,â you think.
You pull out your phone and take a picture of the cafĂŠâs exteriorâ âOh, Iâm so sorry.â You turn around to see who just hit you. âAre you okay, miss?â You canât see her face, but she gives you some rapid nods. Youâre a little surprised when you see some soaps falling out of her jacket. âLet me grab that for you, miss.â
You bend down and pick up the soaps, but her hands are too busy hugging herself when youâre trying to hand them back. âC-can you put them in my front pockets, please?â You finally hear the womanâs voice. âSure.â You lift the tabs that are covering her pockets and fill each pocket with a bar of soap.
âHereâ" You hear a short static from your earpiece, thus interrupting your speech. âUnit 318, 10-40. 10-20, 102 South Boulevard. 10-21, complainant reports of a theft from the shop theyâre working at. 10-12, await further information.â You keep your eyes on the woman as you wait for the rest of the call. â10-35, suspect is a female, wearing a brown jacket and a cap of similar color.â
The call finishes right as the woman begins walking away from you, but you manage to halt her by gripping her shoulder. âNot so fast, missâwait a moment, please?â You lift the left side of your coat to talk into the radio hidden underneath it. âThis is unit 318â10-4, will respond directly to South Boulevard.â
You pull her closer towards your car, and that is when you see that sheâs shaking. âAre you cold, miss?â She simply shakes her head to your question, still not making eye contact with you. Youâre quite confident that the call was about this woman whoâs standing right in front of you, but obviously you canât just arrest people based on gut feelings alone, so, âMiss, I have some questions for you, so please get in the car.â
With little resistance, the woman enters your car from the back door that youâre opening for her and takes a seat in the back of your police car. Once sheâs seated comfortably, you sit on the driverâs seat and lock the doors. âMiss,â your voice is stern as intended, âwill you please tell me your business, or do I need to take you back to the station first?â âD-do I not have t-the right to remain silent?â You nod as you turn on your siren. âWell, the station it is.â
You havenât driven too far from the spot of arrest when the woman cracks. âO-officer,â she calls to you, âI-I give upâlook, I-Iâll confess.â You make a quick stop on the side of the road. âYes?â From the rear-view mirror, you see that the woman lets go of her jacket, and you see the pile of items hidden underneath it.
âI-I took some stuff from a convenience store.â You try to stay focused despite her curves that have been exposed to your eyes. âThose are daily necessities, arenât they, miss?â She nods. âI-I donât have money, sir, s-so I took them.â âYouâre aware that itâs a crime, arenât you?â She nods again. âP-please, officer, I-I need these things.â You sigh as you think aboutâwait, what is there to think about? Itâs obvious that she has committed a crime. âLook, letâs get to the station firstâwe can talk more there.â âNo, no, noâofficer, please!â
Youâre surprised to see that the woman has taken off her cap and mask. âHuh, Iâve seen you somewhere,â you mindlessly comment, âwait, youâre Kang Seulgiâyouâre a celebrity, arenât you?â The woman promptly breaks eye contact. âI-I was, officer; m-my agency went bankrupt.â âSo, you had to shoplift to get stuff?â She nods. âI-Iâm sorry, I-I shouldâve known better.â You palm your forehead, oddly stressed about the fact that a celebrity (formerly, as she claims) has committed theft for such simple items.
âCan you keep a secret, Miss Kang, because Iâm about to put my career on the line for you.â Youâre a little startled when you feel her wrapping her arms around you from the back seat. âOf course I can, officer; I swear on everything that Iâll keep this between you and me.â You chuckle, and it might have come across as suspicious. âYou donât even know what Iâm about to do, do you?â âW-well, thatâs true,â she takes a moment to think, ây-youâre not going to rape me, are you, officer?â Youâve never heard something that absurd in your life before, especially in your career in the police force. âNo, Iâm notâare you out of your mind?â
You turn your head to the side so that you can see her in your peripheral vision. âWeâre going to go back to the store and return those items,â you start, âafter that, weâre going to go to another store, and Iâll buy you whatever you need.â Seulgi wraps her arms more tightly around you. âYes, officerâthank you so much!â
You start driving again when Seulgi lets go of the hug. âIâm so fucking cooked,â you think, âcanât believe Iâd see a celebrity shoplift.â âOfficer,â you hear her say, âc-can I ask what your name is?â You nod. âKang Hyunwoo, Criminal Investigation,â you briefly introduce yourself, âmy family knows me better as Aiden, though; Iâm of foreign descent, you see.â âWe have the same last name?â You nod again. âThatâs how itâs intended for us.â
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Before long, you arrive at the store Seulgi stole from. âWait here, okay?â You donât wait for an answer and hop out of the car with the stolen goods in your hands. âExcuse me, excuse me,â you say as you make your way towards the front of the line. âHello, my name is Kang Hyunwoo from the Metropolitan Police,â you introduce yourself to the staff, âIâm not too familiar with your system, but Iâm here to return the stolen items.â The staff thanks you for your help and tries giving you a shopping voucher, but you politely decline. âThank you, but that wonât be necessary,â you say.
 You quickly return to your car, and youâre glad to see that Seulgi didnât drive away with your government-issued car. âYou know, officer,â she says, âit was bold of you to leave a criminal alone in a running carâI couldâve driven away.â You chuckle. âI trust you more than Iâd like to admit, Seulgi-yah.â
It is when you get in your seat that you realize that you might have been too friendly with her. âAnyway,â you clear your throat, âwe still have some business at the station.â Seulgiâs face turns sour. âI-I thought you were going to buy me some stuff?â âSorry, but that was a bait.â Seulgi gulps to swallow the anxiety thatâs stuck in her throat. âC-can you just not let me go?â You shake your head. âIâm afraid not.â
âDaddy, please.â
You immediately turn your head towards her. âWhat did you just say?â âPlease donât turn me in, daddy,â she puts quite the emphasis on the name, thus making your jaw drop. âWhat the fuck are you talking aboutâwhy are you calling me that?â Seulgi takes off her jacket, thus exposing the tight-fit top that sheâs wearing and showing you her perfect curves. âGive me a chance to change your mind, daddyâitâll be worth your time, I swear.â âYouâre not giving up your body to escape the law, are you?â Seulgi leans closer towards you, giving you a peek into her cleavage. âNo, daddy; Iâm giving up my body for you.â
âGoodness me,â you think. Youâre oddly and seriously debating whether youâd turn a blind eye to crime in favor of sleeping with the criminal who happens to be a celebrity. âYouâre dangerous, Miss Kang.â Seulgi shakes her head in protest. âStop talking so formally, daddy; Iâm yours for tonight, yâknow.â Youâre so unfocused that you press the ignition button again and shut off the running car. âHeh, I can tell when a guy is sold on an idea.â With red cheeks, you turn on the car again and immediately start driving. âWeâre going to my place, baby.â âOh, thatâs exactly what I want, daddyâyouâre going to take me to your place and fuck me until the sun rises again.â
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âWear your cap and jacket again, Seulgi-yah,â youâve dropped the formality with her, âwouldnât want to be seen running around with a cop, would you?â Seulgi looks at you blankly, making you confused. âYes?â She shakes her head. âNothing.â She puts on her identity concealment instruments as youâve requested and follows you towards your apartment.
Seulgi quickly lets out a wow as she enters your apartment. âWhat a nice apartment.â You chuckle. âIâm sure a celebrity like you lives in a better place than this.â âI used toânot anymore, though,â she corrects you. âFallen from grace, huh?â You say it with your back turned around, so you miss the way Seulgiâs face turns sour when she hears your words, only catching it when you look at her again.
You move to stand in front of her. âSorry, I didnât mean to say it like that.â Seulgi shows you a pretty smile. âItâs okay; I got what you meant.â She tries to hug you but gets confused when she doesnât feel the shape of your body, thus tapping your body to figure out whatâs wrong. âThereâs some equipment underneath my jacket, baby,â you let the name slip out. Seulgi chuckles. âYeah, shouldâve thought about that first.â
You step away from her so that you can take off your jacket, and when itâs off, Seulgi can see your handgun and a pair of handcuffs that you keep on each side of the shoulder holster. âAh, so those were in the way,â she says, and you simply nod is response. âLet me sort this out first, and then Iâll come back to you, okay?â
You unload your firearm and put it in the safe along with the magazine after making sure there is no bullet in the chamber. After that, you hang your jacket and holster on the wall hooks behind the bedroom door.
âAlright, so, what now?â You invite Seulgi to sit on the sofa. âYouâre here right now because you want to escape the law, and to do that, you want to offer your body to me,â you donât bother sugarcoating your words. âYou donât have to be so crass, though,â she says in a sad tone. You slowly reach for her knee, placing your hand on it. âIâm sorry; Iâve never been good with words.â
Your heart jumps a little when Seulgi places her hand on yours. âI wish we could talkâyâknow, about ourselves.â âI mean, we can,â you say, âIâm off-duty right now, so at the moment, this is your safe space, and youâre safe with me.â She lets out a chuckle. âDidnât you try to arrest me just minutes ago?â You also let out a chuckle. âWell, that was Officer Kang Hyunwoo from the Metropolitan Policeâat this moment, Iâm just 32-year-old Kang Hyunwoo.â âOh, youâre 32? My groupâs leader is 33,â she says. You laugh. âI knowâI mean, your group was famous.â
Joyfulness disappears from Seulgiâs face, and in turn, it disappears from yours as well. âUnnie would be so disappointed if she heard about this.â Â âI wish you hadnât tried all that, and Iâm not saying this as a law enforcer.â âWhat was I supposed to do, though? Should have I just asked someone to buy stuff for me?â âHonestly, I wouldâve bought those things for you.â
Your heartrate jumps again when Seulgi puts her head on your shoulder. âWill you date me?â Her question doesnât help you calm down. âS-sorry?â âI promise Iâll be a good girl for you, oppa,â she pulls out a new endearment for you. You fight the hesitation in your head and wrap an arm around her shoulder. âI have no question that youâre a good girl, but donât you think you deserve someone better?" âAre you not a good person, oppa?â âI think Iâm alrightâIâm not perfect, you know.â âWe canât chase perfection in this world, oppa, especially when it comes to falling in love.â
It doesnât take too much to make up your mind. âSo, girlfriend, hey?â Seulgi grins. âI mean, I could be yours if youâd let your guard down and let me enter your heart.â You take a few deep breaths as you get ready to say this sentence that your brain has come up with, and with every second passing, you can feel conviction filling your head rather rapidly.
âI love you.â
Youâve never been so nervous to say such a short sentence before.
âSay it again?â
âI love you, babyâI love you with all my heart.â
Seulgi lifts her head off your shoulder and looks at you in the eyes. âI love you too, oppa, and thank you for the sweet words.â
You hesitantly reach for her chin, hoping that sheâll let you kiss her. âI know what you want, oppa.â She slaps your hand away and comes in quickly for a kiss, and right now, all you can think about is how soft her lips are.
Seulgi finds your hand without looking and guides it towards her tits. âTouch me here,â she softly whispers, and youâre eager to do just that. The cream top sheâs wearing is so soft to the touch, and combine that with her perfect-sized tits, it feels like youâre dreamingânever in your life have you ever thought about being able to do this with someone like her.
Having had enough of your lips, Seulgi breaks the tangle. âOppa,â she calls to you, âpromise me this isnât a one-night thing.â You shake your head, but gesture alone isnât enough for Seulgi as she demands a verbal answer. âNo, baby, itâs not a one-night stand; I want to be with you until youâre sick of me.â She laughs. âI wonât get sick of you ever, oppa, so weâll stay together forever.â You peck her on the lips. âI like the sound of that, baby.â
Seulgi moves to sit on your lap; her crotch is grinding right against yours but blocked by the pants that each of you are wearing. âYou know,â she says, âyouâre so fucking hotâso fucking manly.â You laugh internally, because what does she mean youâre âmanly.â âYouâre so fucking hot too, baby.â âYeah, oppa?â Youâre getting hard as Seulgi grinds her crotch against yours. âShit, havenât you looked at yourself in the mirror?â She smirks, satisfied with your answer. âI wonder how youâll react when Iâm naked, oppa.â âThen letâs find out, baby,â you whisper right into her ear.
As horny as you are, you donât forget to ask for consent if you can take her to the bedroom, and only after she says yes that you lift her by her thighs and make your way there. âDo you sleep with girls often, oppa?â You shake your head. âI havenât gotten in a relationship in years, actually.â âYou must have a huge load for me, huh?â âYou know it, baby.â
You take a seat on the edge of the bed with Seulgi on your lap. âHey, baby,â your tone is relaxed and soft, âlook, before we startââ She interrupts you by placing a finger on your lips. âI consent, I want to be with you, and I love you.â You chuckle. âWell, that will do the trick.â
Seulgi lets her jacket fall onto the floor, and only now that you can see her curves properly. âMy fucking God,â you exclaim, âfuck, I wish I had the words for this.â âIâm not even naked yet.â âYeah, well, what are you waiting for?â She slaps your chest lightly. âIâm waiting for you to shut up.â
Your jaw drops when Seulgi takes off her top; her tummy looks so firm, her tits that are covered in black tight bra look so soft and full, and her neck looks like the perfect spot for hickeys. âGod damn,â you wipe the drool off your lips, âarenât you Godâs most perfect creation.â She slaps you in the chest again. âNormally, I wouldnât tolerate someone talking about me like that, but youâre my exception tonight.â Your eyes that have been roaming wildly all over her body shift to meet hers. âJust tonight? I thought we wanted to keep seeing each other?â âWell, actually,â she puts up a finger, âwhether we can see each other again will depend on your, erm, performance.â
You have Seulgi sit on the bed so that you can undress. âMy performance, huh?â You can see a mix of excitement and nervousness in her face. âIâll show you.â You quickly get rid of your clothes, thus allowing Seulgi to have a look at the excellent physique youâve maintained for God-knows-how-long. âGoodness me,â she bites her bottom lip sexily, âso thatâs what youâve been hiding from me.â
Seulgi stands closely in front of you and places her hands on your shoulders. âMay I?â You express your consent with a nod, and that is when she begins running her hands all over your torso. âDo these girls know that youâre this sexy, because theyâre missing out big time.â You chuckle. âIâm the sole reason that Iâm not in a relationshipâthose women out there have nothing to do with it.â âYeah, yeah, whatever you say.â
Seulgiâs eyes land on your cock. âOh, speaking of big,â she reaches for the half-erect, half-limp shaft thatâs dangling between your legs. âSay, how many girls have you torn in half with this, oppa, hm?â You laugh as your ego inflates. âYouâd be the second.â Itâs Seulgiâs turn to laugh. âYouâre underestimating me if you think that I wonât be able to take you.â
Your heart beats faster when Seulgi kneels in front of you while her hands are still wrapped around your cock. âOh, this will be a tight fit,â she comments. Before taking you in her mouth, she stretches her mouth first, making these funny expressions as she does. She catches you grinning and hits you on the thigh. âDonât.â âI donât know what youâre talking about.â âI know that faceâthatâs the I-canât-wait-to-fuck-this-girl face.â You shrug. âI mean, can you blame me?â
Seulgi doesnât answer your question with words and instead parts her mouth to let your cock in, and the first contact makes your knees weak. âOh, God, baby,â youâre running out of breath already. You gasp sharply when more of your shaft enters her mouth, and itâs getting really difficult to stay upright. You feel her soft hands on your thighs as she fights her gag reflex to get as much of your length in her mouth as she can.
The gurgling sound that enters your ears when Seulgi removes you from her mouth is nasty but arousing. âD-did you like that, daddy?â You nod feebly. âYou want to fuck my face, or no?â You take a few deep breaths to collect yourself. âNo, baby; I donât want to do it rough on our first date.â Seulgi shows you this gorgeous combination of lip and eye smile that youâre seeing for the first time tonight. âThatâs sweet of you.â
You pull her onto her feet and invite her to lie in bed with you. âCan I ask how many guys have been rough with you?â âOne,â she says. âI hope it wasnât on your first date.â She smiles a little. âIt was, but not on the first round.â You stay silent as your eyes are locked with hers. âWhatâs wrong, oppa?â The smile on your face is a gentle one. âI just canât see myself going hard on you, baby; I feel like you deserve soft sex all the time.â
Seulgi rubs your face gently. âThatâs sweet, but you have nothing to worry about; I can take whatever you send my way.â âVanilla is what Iâm sending your way tonight, baby.â Seulgi chuckles, and the way it hits your face makes you shiver. âYouâre going to make me cry if you keep talking like that.â You place a hand on her cheek and rub it with your thumb. âI swear on everything I have, baby, that youâll be crying for all the right reasons with me.â
âIâll hold you to that, my love.â
With a warm heart, you pull her into a kiss, and you wholeheartedly hope that Seulgi can feel the tender love you have for her.
âTake me, love; make me yours,â she whispers softly. You roll over so that youâre on top of her. âYour pants are in the way,â you crack a little joke, and youâre successful in making her laugh. âDo something about it, pleaseâpretty please?â âOh, youâre pretty, alright.â
You move backwards a bit until her crotch is right in front of your face. âMay I?â âYes, you may.â You unlatch the metal button of her pants and undo the zipper. You then continue to drag her pants down her legs until theyâre properly off. Seulgi also cooperates by taking off her pantiesâthat has a wet spot in the centerâherself.
You give her pussy a little peck (thus earning a cute little moan) before returning to your previous position on top of her. âShow me how much you love me.â You peck her on the lips once. âGladly, baby.â
With your cock in one hand, you guide yourself to enter her warm pussy, and Seulgi immediately lets out a long moan because of the first contact. âYou make me feel like this is my first time, oppa.â âWith me, this is your first time, and Iâll be your last because youâre not leaving me ever.â âAre you that sure about us?â âYes, baby, so God help me.â
You see that Seulgiâs dams are threatening to burst, so before it does, you distract her by pushing your cock deep into her. âIâll be the best girlfriend for you, oppaâno one else deserves me like you do.â You silence her with a soft shush. âLetâs focus on us right now, baby.â
Seulgi holds you tightly, locking you in place close to her but still gives you enough space to keep moving your hips. She wants to express how safe and loved she feels in your arms, but her lips are busy moaning. âI know you canât hear me, but I love you,â her heart says. âI know you canât hear me, but I want to be with you for a long, long time.â A particularly deep thrust disrupts her train of thoughts, making her hide her face in the crook of your neck. âI love you, Kang HyunwooâI love you so much.â
At one point in her life, Seulgi heard that the heart controls the mind, and the mind controls the body. Right now, all her heart wants is to show you just how much she appreciates youâhow much she appreciates this new relationship that sheâs building with you. Without too much convincing, her mind agrees with the idea and, in turn, signals to her body that sheâs highly enjoying this hot sensuality youâre offering her.
âL-love,â she calls to you, âI-I wonât last long.â âThatâs fine, baby.â Your deep voice in which your reply is said sends goosebumps all over her body. âI donât want you to last too long anyway,â she hears you say. âY-you donât?â Seulgi feels a sudden peck on her lips. âYou finishing early would mean that you could feel my love, and thatâs what Iâm aiming for right now.â
Seulgiâs moans become more frequent as she inches closer to the checkered line. âLove me, oppaâlove me, love me,â she chants into your ears. She gets ecstatic when the pace of your thrusts grows faster. âYes, just like that, oppa.â
âCan you feel that?â
"Damn right I can.â
âThen give it to me, oppa; I deserve it.â
âOh, yes, you do.â
Seulgi is the first one to crack, announcing her orgasm with a scream from the top of her lungs. âOh, what an amazing girl,â you praise her while petting her head gently. âYouâre such an amazing girl, arenât you, baby?â She keeps squirming around in your arms as she rides the high of orgasm, moaning freely as she does.
You keep whispering sweet words as you wait for her to calm down, and finally, after what felt like forever, sheâs now able to speak coherently again. âI-I love you,â sheâs out of breath now, âI-I want no one else but you.â You spray kisses all over her sweaty face. âI love you more, baby.â Seulgi giggles a little. âY-youâll give me your load if you really love me.â âOne second, baby; letâs calm down first.â
Soon, Seulgi signals that sheâs ready to help you get to the finish line and asks that you resume your thrusts. âDonât forget to cum inside, love.â Initially, you hesitate, but she repeats the line, and itâs clear that you have no other option. âAs you wish, baby.â
Apparently, you were only a few pumps away from orgasm, thus busting deep into her after a handful of them. âOh, fuck, thatâs so warm.â You hit her cheek very, very gently. âNo profanity during vanilla, please.â âS-sorry, b-but youâre so warm in me, love.â You kiss her fleetingly. âThatâs just how much I love you.â
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âThe court hereby orders the defendant to pay 200.000 in fine and do 10 hours of community service.â The judge slams her hammer on the round pad repeatedly, thus officially passing the sentence for Seulgiâs crime that thankfully has been deemed as minor after considering the severity of it and her previously clean record. âThe officer may escort the defendant out of the courtroom.â
You make your way towards your girlfriend as she stands up and place a hand on her cuffs. âTime to go, miss,â you whisper. Seulgi simply nods and starts walking to wherever youâre taking her.
You see that thereâs an empty room on the first floor of the courthouse, so you open the door and enter with Seulgi. You take your hat off and put it on the table while she takes a seat on one of the available chairs. âLove, I canât pay that,â you can already hear the anxiety and fear in her voice, âshit, had I had money, I wouldnât have stolen.â
Thereâs no CCTV in this room, but there are see-through glass panes on the wall to your right, so you canât touch her no matter how much you want to.
âI have money, baby.â Youâre sure that Seulgi understands what youâre talking about.
âB-but I canât do that.â
âYou either take my money or go to jail for failing to payâthe choice is yours.â
It doesnât take long for Seulgi to make up her mind.
âErm, I-Iâll take your money; I donât think I have other options.â
Now that the two of you have come to an agreement, you ask Seulgi to stand up again so that you can take her to the bank to pay her fine. You maintain character from the moment you exit the little meeting room until youâre hidden in the privacy of the police Sonata youâre assigned to.
âSo, hereâs the game plan, baby,â you start, âI will give you this card, and youâll withdraw 200.000 and use it to pay the fine.â You donât see her reaching out a hand, and that is when you remember that her hands are still cuffed behind her back. âOh, I forgot about thatâIâll let you go when we get to the bank, okay?â Seulgi laughs. âI was starting to think that you had a bondage kink.â You look away to hide your smirk. âMaybe weâll find out soon.â
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After a short drive, you arrive at the bank with Seulgi.
You look at her through the rear-view mirror; with her wrists restrained behind her back, you have unrestricted view of her plump tits that you love so much. âI know youâre looking at my tits, you pervert,â she calls you out and sticks out her tongue in playful mockery. âYou know I canât keep my hands off the cookie jar.â
You get out of the car and open Seulgiâs doorâwait, why does she look weak?
âYou alright?â
She shakes her head, and you canât help but scratch your head in confusion.
âI need some vitamin D, and Iâm not talking about the substance.â
âThen letâs go in there, pay this God damn fine, and go home, hm?â
âI canât,â she shifts a little to show you her bound wrists, âdaddy is tying me down.â
You pinch her on the thigh.
âLetâs not play around too much right now, Miss Kang.â
After freeing Seulgi from the cuffs, you hand her your card and head inside, and you almost forgot that you canât be seen holding hands with her while you're in uniform.
âGood afternoon,â Seulgi greets the staff member, âmy name is Kang Seulgi, and Iâm here to pay a fine.â The staff asks Seulgi about some things to confirm her identity and the sum that needs to be paid, and after everything is verified, Seulgi hands your card to the staff so that the payment can be processed. After a brief moment, âThe payment has been verified, and this is your receipt.â From where youâre standing, you notice the way Seulgiâs body relaxes as she takes the receipt and card from the staff. âThank you.â
Seulgi sighs deeply in relief and offers her wrists to be cuffed again, but at this point, itâs no longer necessaryâin fact, it hasnât been necessary since you left the courthouse, but she doesnât know that. âYouâre free to go, Miss Kang,â you say, back in character. âOh, really? Is that it?â You nod. âAside from the community service, you are now a free woman.â
Seulgi asks you to follow her outside, and it appears that she wants to get back in the car for some privacy.
âLove,â she calls to you from the back seat, âthank you for everything, seriously.â You smile gently. âOf course, baby; now promise me that you wonât steal again, okay? Come to me whenever you need anything, and I mean anything.â
Your heart is promptly filled with warmth when she hugs you from behind. âNever thought Iâd date a cop, but here I am.â You chuckle. âI bet you thought that youâd end up with some rich guy.â âNo,â she denies, âthose guys are fake; they probably just want my money or my body.â âI mean, you do have a body that guys would kill just to have a chance to lay with you.â âYeah, well, theyâre not getting me everâIâm yours now, remember?â
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Usually, you have nothing to be excited about or look forward to when you get home after a shift, but now that you have Seulgi living with you full time, youâre always excited to go home, and it is no different today.
The way your heart is beating with excitement has your finger trembling as you enter the passcode to your apartment, and when you open the door, youâre instantly met with your girlfriend who has the beautiful grin and eye smile that you adore so much.
âWelcome home, love!â Seulgi greets you with open arms, and you waste little time to fill the space between them. âHow was your day?â You let out a deep sigh to show how tired you are. âIt was pretty exhausting, actually; I had to train shooting and worked out after that.â Seulgi turns her head to the side and gestures at the kitchen. âI may have some food for you.â
Seulgi drags you towards the dining table, thus showing you the table that has two bowls of tteokbokki on it. Based on how itâs presented, you estimate that she mustâve cooked this herself. âOh my, thanks a lot, baby.â She gets on her tippy toes to peck you on the forehead. âThank you for coming homeâyour timing was perfect, by the way.â âIâve heard that before in my life.â
Seulgi pulls back a chair for you to sit on. âLetâs eat quickly, love, and then weâll talk.â Your heart rate spikes for a moment. âAm I in trouble?â She shrugs. âI donât knowâare you?â âI donât think so, but maybe Iâve missed something.â
You stare blankly at the bowl in front of you as you try to figure out if youâve done anything wrong. Currently, there are two things in your head that might be the reason why sheâs unhappy: you forgot to buy some eggs and instant noodles that she had asked for yesterday, and on the following morning, you rejected her offer to do a quick one.
Seulgi saves you from drowning in your own thoughts by placing her hands on yours. âHey, now,â her voice is so soft, âI was just playing, love; youâre not actually in trouble. âIâll buy you those eggs after this,â you blurt, and the suddenness of it makes your girlfriend burst out laughing. âOh, donât worry about them.â
She picks up a piece of tteokbokki with her chopsticks and invites you to do the same, so you do just that. Thereâs a bit of unease in the back of your mind that leads you to scratching your nape. âThank you,â are the first words that leave your lips, and those are enough to make Seulgi smile. âYouâre welcome, love,â she replies.
Like a cat, you shake your head rather violently to get rid of unnecessary thoughts in your head, and with renewed focus, youâre ready to take a bite of tteokbokki that you already know will blow your socks off. âOh, I really like this, baby; this is really good,â you praise the fruit of her work. Seulgi blushes a little. âYou always say that to everything I cook for you.â âYou know how easy it is to please meâgive me anything edible and Iâll say itâs good.â âBut not eggplant.â âAnything but eggplant, yes.â
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Seulgi says she wants to get a shower before going to bed, so after washing dishes with you, she makes her way towards the bathroom. âJoin me,â she says as she jogs towards her destination. âGladly.â You take the chance to undress yourself and put your equipment away while sheâs off doing her business in the bathroom.
The door to the bathroom isnât shut all the way, so you simply push it open, and that is when you see Seulgi standing under the shower, water flowing freely on her curves from top to bottom. After stopping the flow of water, she makes a âcome hereâ gesture at you, and you waste little time to get close to her. âMy, arenât you Godâs most perfect creation,â she recites your words from the first meeting. âIs it safe to say that weâre going to completely spend our batteries tonight and wake up late tomorrow?â Seulgi laughs. âYou rejected me yesterday, didnât you, love?â You answer in the form of a nod. âSo, this is your chance to make things right with me, and you may start now.â
You take a few steps forward, thus making Seulgi step backwards until sheâs pressed against the wall. âVanilla, baby?â âNo, daddy.â The name makes it obvious what she wants from you. âSafe word?â âTeddy.â You reject her choice because it sounds too similar to the kinky name. âCookie, then.â
After agreeing on the choice of safe word, you quickly lean in for a kiss to kick things off, and as usual, Seulgi places her hands on your shoulders. âTell me, daddyâwhatâs in that head of yours?â Itâs a habit between the two of you to share each otherâs plans before the actual sex to make sure you and her are on the same page. âTell me your ideas first, baby.â Seulgi puts a finger on her chin. âHmm, letâs see,â you can see the gears in her head spinning, âwhat about locking my wrists together, daddy?â Youâre immediately sold on the idea. âLetâs do it, then.â
Seulgi gets down on her knees. âFirst, feed me your cock, daddy.â You hold your cock in one hand. âChoo-choo, the meat train is coming through.â Seulgi, who initially had her mouth open to take your cock, bursts out laughing. âMeat train? Really?â You pout a little. âJust play along, please.â âYouâre so funny sometimes, daddy.â
âOnly someâoh, God, fuck.â
You let out a profanity when Seulgi suddenly puts your cock in her mouth. âOh, God, that never gets old.â You try your hardest to breathe at a normal pace as she begins moving her head along your length, and this is where you start regretting your decision to reject her offer to have sex yesterday. âAre you trying to make me pay for saying no, baby?â You grit your teeth in pain when she bites your cock slightly. âIâll take that as a yes.â
You notice that sheâs starting to pick up the pace, so you put a hand on the back of her head to prevent her from hitting the wall. âRelax, baby; youâre going to make me bust if you donât slow down.â She doesnât listen to you and keeps the fast paceâat least thatâs the case until the tip of your cock hits an odd spot in her throat, thus making her gag. As soon as you pull out of her mouth, Seulgi begins coughing violently. âYouâre okay, baby,â you say repeatedly while petting her head softly.
â100 days together and I still canât take you deep,â she says, seemingly disappointed in herself. âThatâs okay; Iâm not mad or anything like that,â you assure her, but it appears that she doesnât want to hear it. âThat doesnât mean that I get to slack off,â she argues. You deny her attempt at taking you in her mouth for the second time by gripping her hair. âNo, no, no, letâs have a timeout first.â
You leave Seulgi seated on the bathroom floor to get a towel to dry her body with. âYou want to move, donât you, daddy?â You nod. âYouâre my girlfriend, so let me treat you the way you deserve to be treated.â Seulgi rarely blushes, but this is one of those times where she feels like she canât help it. âAm I lucky to have you, daddy, or are you lucky to have me?â The question sounds like a test, but you still answer properly from the bottom of your heart. âFrom my perspective, itâs me thatâs so lucky to have you. If you think that youâre lucky to have me, then thatâs a huge honor for me.â
You sit in the center of the bed with Seulgi still in your arms and are ready to have sex, but it changes when she begins tearing up. âAre you okay, baby?â She fans her face with her hands to get herself together. âOh, donât worry; these are tears of joy.â Youâre glad that your nails arenât long because youâre now able to wipe her tears without worrying about scratching her. âI promised you that youâll be crying for the right reasons, didnât I, baby?â
âI-I donât know if I can continue, daddyâIâm sorry,â sheâs still unable to stop crying. You chuckle. âTell me how Iâm supposed to be rough with a softie like you, baby, hm?â âWell, y-youâre supposed to be mean and dominant.â âI canât be mean to you, can I, my love?â The way you say the last two words mustâve triggered something in her heart, because her cries grow louder than before. âOh, Iâm so sorryâlook, Iâll get you some ice cream, okay?â
You rush to the kitchen quickly to get a cup of strawberry ice cream for her, and when you return to the bedroom, Seulgi is curled up in the middle of the bed. âSeulgi-yah, my love,â you tap her thigh to get her attention, âdo you want some?â âY-yes.â Once sheâs seated, you move to sit behind her and have her lean against your body. âLook at this, baby,â you open the lid for her, âit looks so tasty, donât you think?â âA-and soft like me,â she adds.
You take a spoonful of ice cream and guide it to her waiting mouth, repeating it a few more times until Seulgi says stop. âYou know,â she says, âI remember overhearing a guy talk about how he fantasized about fucking me hard like a cheap slut.â Your brain starts getting filled with anger, because what the fuck kind of fantasy is that. âReally?â She nods. âH-he said heâd tie me down and fuck my ass.â âI donât mean to prod too much, but have you taken a penis in your ass?â Seulgi shakes her head. âIâm naughty but not that naughty.â
You feed her another spoonful of ice cream as you think about her words. âCan I ask who this guy was and how you overheard him?â âH-he was, erm, a fellow trainee, a-and I happened to be walking past a room he was in when he said it out loud.â Youâre very baffled; if he was a fellow trainee, that means that he was around Seulgiâs age, and for someone that young to have that sort of fantasy sounds nasty. âHe didnât debut, did he, because there are many male celebrities from your old label.â Seulgi shakes her head again. âHe didnât make the final debut lineup.â Hearing her answer makes you let out the biggest sigh of relief in your recent memory.
You have a few sentences in your head that you hope will convince Seulgi that youâre not that type of person, but after the first sentence leaves your lips, she wonât let you continue. âI can tell from day one what type of person you are behind your façade.â You scratch your head in confusion. âAm I that easy to read?â She chuckles. âIâll say that your book was a bit open.â
The ice cream has run out, but thankfully, Seulgi is no longer crying. You put the small wooden spoon in the empty cup and put them on the bedside table. âI hope I helped you feel better,â you say. âI mean, I wasnât sad necessarily, but you did help a lot.â She moves to sit on your lap after freeing herself from your arms.
âI love you.â
âI love you more.â
Seulgi grins, satisfied with your quick answer. âAre you down to make some promises?â âLetâs do it.â
Seulgi asks you to go first, so you say the first thing that comes up in your head. âPromise me that you wonât leave me when youâve got back on your feet.â âExcuse me?â You sigh deeply. âYou met me when you were in a rough spot, and I sincerely hope that you wonât leave me when⌠you know, youâre in a better situationâmaybe when you get a job or something like that.â She holds your face with her soft hands. âNo, I will never do you like thatâIâm here right now because of you, love.â âSo, you promise?â She nods rapidly to show seriousness, and seeing it warms your heart. âThank you, baby.â
Seulgi looks away momentarily. âI had something in my head, but you threw me off.â You stay silent to see if she manages to find something for you. âOkay, how about this,â she says, âpromise me that youâll propose to me and make me yours.â Your eyebrows rise involuntarily. âPropose to you? Are you that sureââ âYes,â she interrupts you before you can finish your sentence. âYouâre law enforcement, so what better way is there for us other than to formalize our relationship in the eyes of the law?â The phrasing makes you want to laugh, but your brain manages to stifle you from actually laughing, citing inappropriate timing. With that, your response is, âWeâll work on it, love.â
Seulgi quickly shifts to get on her knees in front of you. âFuck everyone else; Iâm the only one for you, and youâre the only one for me.â You rub her cheek gently. âWhat are you talking about, love?â Instead of answering your question, she repeats her line. âLove, seriously, what are you talking about?â âMy ex,â her answer is a short one. âWhy are you thinking about him?â She looks at you dead in the eyes, and you swear there is smoke coming out of her ears. âIâm notâif anything, I wish I could erase him from my memory.â
You donât know how to react to that aside from saying that heâs completely irrelevant in your and Seulgiâs lives. âPlease donât bring him up again,â you say sternly. âYes, daddy.â Â She must be in the same head space as before when the two of you were in the bathroom. âOh, youâre saying it again, huh?â She palms your limp cock. âYou distracted me with that ice cream, but now Iâm ready.â You run a thumb on her cheek. âYou were literally in tears and said you couldnât continueâhow could I have ignored that?â âYeah, well, thatâs now in the past,â she deflects, âletâs focus on the here and now, daddy.â
Seulgi crawls backwards until your cock is right in front of her eyes. âOh, youâre so hard already.â âHow can I not when my beautiful wife is naked in front of me like this?â She grins. âIâm your wife?â âYes, you areâalso, itâs not like thereâs anyone else in this room, is it?â âThereâs no one else in this room aside from the two of us, and thereâs no one else in my life aside from you, daddy.â
Without breaking eye contact, Seulgi eases your cock into her mouth, wasting little time to start things off. She then grabs your hand and places it on the back of her head. âAh, of course, how could I forget?â You start petting her head gently. âYou like this, donât you, baby?â
You make sure the praises keep flowing out of your lips without obstruction as your soon-to-be wife moves her head back and forth along your shaft. âGod, youâre amazing at this, baby.â Enticed by your words and the pets on the back of her head, Seulgi picks up the pace, thus filling the bedroom with slurps and other sounds that escape her mouth that only add to your arousal. âIâm starting to think that you like my dick more than that ice cream,â you quip.
Before long, Seulgi removes you from her mouth to come up for air. âYou know, Iâm curious what itâd be like if I could take your whole dick in my mouth.â You take a rough measurement of your cock with your palm and estimate how far your cock would go. âThe tip would be in your throat, baby.â She licks her lips, curious about how that would feel like. âCan I try?â You shake your head. âI donât want to suffocate you with my penis,â you reason.
You invite Seulgi to sit on your lap after closing your thighs, but instead of simply straddling them like you hoped, she puts your cock in her pussy first before actually sitting on your lap, thus forcing the two of you to moan in reflex. âYou like that, daddy?â âHow can I not when youâre this tight?â Seulgi rewards your good answer with a fleeting kiss. âAt what age do you think weâll stop having sex, daddy?â You shrug. âI donât knowâ60, maybe?â âI doubt it; with your physique, youâd be able to fuck me until weâre 80.â
You want to say something else, but your train of thoughts got derailed when Seulgi starts moving her hips. âI-Iâll stay tight for you, daddy, even if we have a lot of children.â âI donât doubt it,â youâre getting breathy.
Without command, Seulgi picks up the pace to the maximum that she can do, her sexy moans flying out her lips without rest. It is when you take her tits in your hands that her moans get louder. âS-suck them, p-please.â You do as she asks and put one breast in your mouth while stimulating the other with your hand. âYes, like that, daddyâsuck my tits like our future children would.â
It's not fair for you to only stimulate one breast, so you let go of the first one to make room for the other. You keep sucking until you notice that Seulgi slows down. In retaliation, you lightly bite and pinch her nipples. âOh, God, donât do that,â she jolts, âl-look, I-Iâll start again.â
Seulgi eventually pushes you away from her plump breasts and falls backwards onto the bed. âI-Iâm tiredây-youâll need to fuck me this time,â she says between heavy pants. You donât bother waiting for her to calm down, opting to start again right away to ensure maximum stimulation.
Initially, youâre holding Seulgi by her legs as youâre thrusting into her, but as time goes on, youâre starting to fold her legs over her body. âFuck me, daddyâfuck me nice and fast,â she eggs you on. You fasten your grip on her ankles as you prepare to give her your absolute everything, and not too long after youâve started, Seulgi is reduced to moans and screams as her eyes are rolling backwards.
All you can think about right now is how wet and tightâ âD-daddy,â she snaps you out of your horny trance, âI, Iâc-cum, daddy.â You quickly pull out of her pussy and aggressively rub her clit, thus making her scream. âD-daddy,â her orgasm is getting so close, âI-Iâmâyour fingers, daddy, fuck!â âCum, baby; cum for daddy,â you urge her.
With an ear-piercing scream, Seulgi explodes, soaking the bed with her juice. Once sheâs done squirting, you drag her around and position her until her legs are dangling off the edge of the bed. âYou want to be tied?â Seulgi nods slightly. âThen tied you will be.â You grab a pair of handcuffs from your equipment holster and lock her wrists together with them. âAre you ready to go again, though?â She nods again. âFuck me, papi.â Hearing the new name makes you chuckle. âOne day, weâll sit down and talk about our kinks, okay?â
Seulgi moans when your shaft enters her again and screams when your palm lands on her butt. âYouâre fucking naughty, arenât you?â âY-yes, officer.â You spank her once more. âThatâs inspector to you, Miss Kangâor papi, like you said yourself.â
You fix your hands on her waist as you fuck her tirelessly from behind, her butt cheeks bouncing around as your hips crash into them. You notice that her small, puckered ring keeps peaking at you every now and then, and an idea enters your mind: what if you put a finger in there?
You coat your thumb with spit to prepare it for a brave adventure to a brand-new world that is her asshole. Seulgi jolts when she feels your thumb in the entrance of her forbidden hole. âD-daddy, gently, please,â she begs, but instead of getting an assurance that youâll indeed be gentle, she gets a spank on the butt instead. âYouâre mine, slut.â You feel a tinge of guilt for calling her with such a pejorative name, but youâre half certain that sheâll understand considering the current situation.
Seulgi grits her teeth as her asshole stretches to accommodate your thumb. âHow are we feeling?â âG-goodâoh, fuck, fuck, fuck!â She begins squirming around when she feels your thumb moving in and out of her asshole. You donât give her a chance to breathe as you opt to start fucking her again with your thumb still stuck in her ass.
Amidst her endless moans, a thought enters Seulgiâs mind: should she let you fuck her ass?
âMaybe I should.â
âFuck, itâll hurt so bad, though.â
âSo what? Heâll be the first and last.â
âBut heâll stretch me like crazy.â
âLet him claim you.â
Her conversation with herself ends when she feels that your thumb is no longer lodged in her ass. She gathers her strength to turn her head towards you to look at you. âD-daddy,â her voice is barely heard.
âYes, baby?â You couldnât hear what she just said, so you lean forwards and ask her to say it again. âF-fuck my ass, daddy.â
Your eyes widen in shock; did she just ask to be fucked in the ass?
âYouâre a virgin there, though, no?â Your answer is some feeble nods. âI-I couldnât bleed for you, s-so claim my ass a-and make me yours.â
You pull out of her pussy so that you can address this further. âBaby, you know I have no problem with not being your first.â âJ-just do it, daddyâl-let me show you exactly h-how much I love you.â âAre you sure?â âY-yes,â she answers briefly. You ask once more and get the same answer, so you know that her mind is made up. âSafe word?â âC-cookie,â it appears that she hasnât forgotten it. âAlright, letâs do it, then.â
It is when youâre back in your previous position that you realize you need something to make it hurt less for Seulgi. An idea pops in your head: âHer pussy will be able to coat me,â you think. You plunge into her pussy again and pump a few times until your cock is shiny because of her juice. For extra measure, you also coat your cock with a lot of spit.
âIâm ready, babyâare you?â She nods. âClaim me,â she repeats. âStop saying it like that,â you protest. âJ-just give it to me, please.â
Seulgi gasps when the tip of your cock touches her puckered ring. âGently, loveâIâm begging you,â she begs, changing the callout name for good measure. She inhales sharply when the tip of your cock stretches her virgin ass. âPlease be gentle,â her voice starts to crack, and itâs understandable, too; this is her first time after all.
You push forwards into her pussy every odd second to not hurt her even more. Seulgi turns her head towards you, thus showing you the pooling tears in her eyes. âP-please tell me Iâm doing well,â she says. âYou are, baby; youâre doing so well right now,â you assure her, your hips still. It hurts your heart seeing your beloved woman be in tears like that, but it was her idea to give her ass to you, her beloved man, with whom she wants to have a life with.
âLove, take me.â
 Using her urge as fuel, you begin moving your hips back and forth, thus properly and officially taking her anal virginity.
âDoes it hurt so bad still?â âY-yes, b-but itâs fineât-this is what I want,â Seulgi deflects. You take a few deep breaths to focus your mind on the task. âAlright, Iâll try moving now, okay?â
You maintain this relaxed pace as Seulgiâs muscles adapt to your intrusion, and slowly but surely, moans begin streaming out of her lips. âThatâs better, love.â You place your hands on her butt cheeks to caress them. âYouâre incredibly tight, baby.â âT-thatâsâAH!â A particular thrust makes Seulgi scream. âT-thatâs your proof that I-Iâm a virgin there.â âI never asked for proof, but thank you, my love.â
Your orgasm approaches at an alarming rate with every thrust of your hips. On one hand, youâre happy, because it means that Seulgi wonât have to suffer for too long. On the other, youâre worried that sheâll be disappointed by your performance tonight. There is one way to make sure, and that is to simply ask. âLove, can I cum?â She nods. âS-sooner than later, please, daddy.â âBrace yourself, babyâfeel free to tap out, though.â
After delivering a warning, you pick up the speed, fucking her ass fast like it was her pussy, and Seulgi immediately sinks her face into the bed to muffle her voice. You instinctively spank her, thus forcing another scream from her, but regret it right away. âFuck, sorry, baby; force of habit,â you say, apologetic.
You can feel the way your cock is throbbing in her assâorgasm must be very close. âBaby, Iâmââ âDo it, daddyâf-fill my ass.â âAlright, okay.â
You leave the entirety of your cock lodged in her ass as you blow semen deep into it, thus officially marking the end of this painful first-time. After youâre done filling her, you retreat out of her ass, and after blinking a few times, her asshole properly closes, locking your cum inside.
You grab the cuffsâ key so that you can unlock them, and after sheâs free, you flip Seulgi onto her back and pull her into an embrace. âIt hurt, didnât it, love?â âY-yes, but Iâm yours now.â You put on a gentle smile for her. âThank you so much, loveâI love you.â
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Youâre back in bed after a long shower with Seulgi, and whatâs left for you to do is to take care of her, which consists of several non-skippable steps.
First, you hold her tightly.
Second, you say, âLove, thank you so much, seriously,â to express gratitude and appreciation.
Third, you come in for a kissâone that is passionate to support your words.
âDonât leave me now, love.â âHow can I leave you when Iâm so in love with you?â Seulgi lets out a tiny chuckle. âAre you in love with me or my body?â The question offends you a touch. âSurely you donât think that low of me.â
Seulgi shuffles around rather wildly. âAre you okay?â She huffs in frustration. âYouâre not close enough.â You laugh. âOur skin is literally touching, baby.â âNo, not enough.â
Seulgi mounts your lap and puts your semi-hard cock in her pussy. âOh, there we go.â You tease her by thrusting upwards but earn a slap on the chest in response. âDonâtâIâm already so sore.â âAre we sleeping like this, then?â She nods against your cheek. âIf you wake up first tomorrow, feel free to fuck me and cum inside.â
You chuckle. âThatâd be a crazy way to start the day.â
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touch starved (one-shot)
summary: logan agreed to go out with wade, having been promised a low-key night, but he should've known than to trust wade for his word. he didn't agree to spend his night at a strip club and he's just about ready to leave until he sees you. pairing: worst!wolverine x fem!reader content warnings: explicit smut (18+, mdni), porn without plot, lap dance, grinding / humping, striptease, one night stand (you take logan back to your apartment), unprotected p in v (be safe folks!), cowgirl, reader takes charge (and logan's more than happy to let you take the lead), oral - m receiving, swallowing logan's release. basically this story is all about catering to logan and his needs đââď¸, reader description (only clothes and hair), no use of y/n. word count: 3k a/n: coming at ya with yet another one-shot of logan filth lol. my own headcanon is that logan / worst!wolverine is touch starved (just as much as he craves to be part of something bigger than himself). anyway, hope y'all enjoy - it's a spicy one đ¤ song: closer by nine inch nails
âYou promised a quiet night out, Wade,â Logan snarls at the other man, hand gripping his glass of whiskey. Itâs too loud in here, the music blaring from the speakers, the flashing dark red lights illuminating mainly the stage where women are performing. There are plenty of men surrounding the stage, alcohol in one hand and dollar bills in the other.
âI promised no such thing,â Wade grins. âI said letâs go out and you agreed.â
Loganâs jaw tightens and he looks at Wade with narrowed eyes. âYouâre a fuckinâ liar.âÂ
Wade laughs. âCome on, peanut! Have some fun. Let loose. Just sit back and relaxââ
âIâm leavinâ,â Logan interrupts, downing his entire glass before slamming it on the table. He stands up and gets ready to turn on his heel when he catches a glimpse of you at the corner of his eye. He turns slightly and watches the way your smile meets your eyes. You donât look like you belong in a place like this, the other women wearing too much make up and revealing so much that it leaves little to the imagination. But you⌠You look absolutely breathtaking and Logan feels like he canât move, canât tear his eyes away from you.
Your hair cascades past your shoulders, your make up remaining light and natural. Youâre dressed in an all black sheer robe with a lace cuff and satin waist belt. The robe is loosely wrapped around your frame, giving Logan a glimpse of your sheer mesh bra, the top of your bra trimmed with lace and when you undo the belt of your robe to reveal your lower half, he feels his breath catch in his throat. Your panties â or rather, your thong â matches the same style of your bra.Â
Itâs so innocent in comparison to the other women in the strip club, and yet, Logan canât seem to take his eyes off of you. Itâs only when he hears Wadeâs voice that he finally looks away, even though heâs yearning to just look at you again.
âOh, someoneâs caught your eye,â Wade grins, swaying in his seat. âWant a private dance, Mr. Wolverine?â
âShut the fuck up,â Logan says. âLike I said, I was leavinâââ
âSo soon?â you interrupt and glance between both men. You flash a smile in Wadeâs direction who looks like heâs about ready to combust with excitement. Heâs sipping his drink with a straw, grinning in your direction. Then, you glance over at Logan whose eyes stare directly into your own.Â
âActually,â Wade says. âHow much for a private danceâŚâ he trails, staring up at you as he waits for you to say your name.
âKitty,â you finish for him. âYou can call me Kitty.â
âVery fitting,â Wade winks. âWell, Kitty, itâs my friendâs first night out in a very long time and I figured I can treat him to a private dance.â
âThatâs very nice of you,â you respond, but your eyes never leave Loganâs. You can see his eyes flit over your frame, lingering on your exposed skin.
âListen, you ainât have to andââ
âHow about the first oneâs on me?â you interject.Â
âSweetheart,â Logan mumbles.Â
You bite your lower lip and gently reach up to rest a hand on his arm. You can feel the muscle beneath the fabric of his shirt, can feel him flex it underneath your fingertips. Logan inhales sharply as he looks down at your hand, clearing his throat at your soft touch.Â
âHis nameâs Logan, by the way,â Wade chimes in, cutting through the tension with a quiet giggle.Â
âBut only if you want to, Logan,â you whisper, moving your hand down his arm and to his forearm. You bat your eyelashes up at him, trying to ignore the obvious attraction you feel towards him. Truthfully, youâd rather spend the rest of your night with him rather than give dances to other men in the club â men who didnât look like Logan.Â
Logan feels his resolve diminishing, but when he hears his name leave your lips, he nods slowly. âYâ Yeah, sure.âÂ
âGreat, come with me.â You smile and gently take his hand in yours. He looks down at it, taking notice of the way his large hand encompasses yours and he allows you to lead him towards the back of the club and into a much more private room.Â
Once inside, Logan hears the door shut and he turns to face you, his eyes lingering on your frame. He watches you walk towards him, hips swaying to the muffled sound of the music until he feels your hands rest firmly on his chest.Â
âYouâre a shy one,â you point out, tongue darting out to lick your lower lip.Â
âNot shy,â Logan mumbles. âJust beinâ respectful, sweetheart.âÂ
âSexy and a gentleman?â you smile. âMind if I keep you for the rest of the night?â you tease.
Logan feels a blush rise in his cheeks and lets out a quiet grunt when he feels you push him back against the large sofa. He stares up at you, eyes obviously now trailing your frame. He keeps his hands on his lap, though he yearns to reach out to touch you.Â
âLogan,â you whisper, moving your hands to rest on the backs of the couch as you lean in until your lips are mere inches from one another. Youâre slightly bent over to be at eye level with him and you smile, catching the way he clears his throat. âIf you donât want to do this, all you have to do is say so, okay?âÂ
âOkay,â he responds quietly.Â
You smile and gently press a soft kiss on his cheek, slowly pulling away to see that his eyes had fallen shut. You turn on your heel and walk over to the speaker to put on a couple of songs that you normally play when you give a private dance. Pressing play on the first song, you then turn around to face him once more. He looks so large in this room â his legs spread open on the sofa, broad shoulders and chiseled muscle beneath the fabric of the flannel heâs wearing. This was only ever a job to you, never finding anyone all that interesting or attractive, but Logan â well, youâd risk your entire job if it meant you can have him for one night.Â
As the first song plays and filters the room, your eyes meet Loganâs who is staring at you with an anticipated look on his face. His eyes move along your legs, up to your midsection and then up to your breasts and back down. Slowly, you remove your robe and let it pool around your ankles as you strut towards him. Your hips sway with each forward step and Logan lets out a shaky breath.Â
Once youâre standing in front of him, between his legs, you lean down and gently brush your lips against the corner of his lips. His facial hair tickles your lips and you pull back enough to stare into his eyes, lips slowly grazing his own. âYou can touch me,â you whisper and move your hands onto his strong shoulders, slowly straddling his hips. âTo be honest, Iâd let you do anything youâd want to me,â you say quietly into his ear.Â
Loganâs large hands immediately move to your hips, gripping it tightly as you sit firmly on his lap. Heâs so hard and he feels so embarrassed, but the look on your face when you feel him alleviates some of the uncertainty heâs feeling.Â
This isnât the first time youâve felt a manâs erection while giving them a lap dance, but it is the first time that you actually let out a quiet moan as you slowly roll your hips against his own, to the beat of the song. The tension between you thickens in the air and you stare deeply into his eyes as you try to remember the routine that you normally do for this song.Â
You let me violate youÂ
You let me desecrate youÂ
You let me penetrate youÂ
You let me complicate you
Loganâs hands slowly move from your hips to your thighs, his fingertips digging into the meat of your flesh as your hips roll against his. He clears his throat and watches as your eyes flutter with each movement. He has to wonder if this is all part of your act, that maybe youâre just acting like youâre enjoying this.Â
âLogan,â you whisper, moving to slightly lean back in his lap. You move one hand from his shoulder to reach behind you and rest on his knee as you lift your hips before coming back down on his lap. Logan groans quietly, almost inaudibly, as he moves a hand to splay on your abdomen, slowly moving it upwards towards your breasts.Â
I wanna fuck you like an animal
I wanna feel you from the inside
I wanna fuck you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to God
When his thumb brushes against your nipple, feeling it peak beneath the sheer fabric of your bra, he has to wonder if maybe he crossed a line. Logan moves his hand away from you but you grab his wrist and move it back over your breasts. He smirks and wraps his free arm around your waist, pulling you flush against him as he leans forward.Â
You let out a quiet moan and feel a wetness settle between your legs that you have to lift your hips off of him, not wanting to stain his dark jeans with your arousal. Slowly, you stand back up and hear him let out a quiet, disapproving groan. You stand between his legs, moving one hand in your hair as you use the other to run along your body, grazing your own breasts and down between the valley of your thighs as your hips sway to each beat of the song.
You tear down my reason
(Help me) it's your sex I can smell
(Help me) you make me perfect
Help me become somebody else
Logan can smell your arousal, can smell just how excited you are and the uncertainty he felt earlier is now completely gone. His hands move up your legs, fingertips hooking into the thin waistband of your thong, but he feels your hands move to rest over his.Â
âLogan,â you say quietly. Even through the music, he can hear your voice, can hear the desire and yearning in your tone.Â
âYeah, sweetheart?âÂ
âI want to take you home,â you admit, moving to sit back on his lap. âI know itâs very unprofessional, butââ
Logan grins. âThen take me home.âÂ
â
Logan had told Wade what happened, the other man all too excited for him. He hadnât expected this night to turn the way it did and thereâs some part of him that doesnât feel like he deserves it, but when he sees you step out of the club with that same sweet smile that meets your eyes, he pushes those feelings out of his mind. Because all he can think about is whatâs going to happen next.Â
The drive to your apartment was short and the moment you step out of the car, Loganâs quick to follow you. He steps inside of the apartment with you and you shut the door behind him before youâre on him almost instantly. Your arms wrap around his shoulders and Loganâs hands move to rest on your hips. You stare up at him before you lean up to press your lips firmly against his.Â
Logan groans instantly against your lips, eyes falling shut as he follows your lead. You move one hand down his chest to his abdomen until it reaches the waistband of his jeans. He feels your tongue slide past his lips and he whimpers against you â he fucking whimpers. Loganâs used to being the one in charge that it takes him by surprise when youâre more than willing to take control.Â
When you undo the button and zipper of his jeans, you pull away. Your gaze darkens at the sight of him and you bring him further into your apartment, once more pushing him against your couch as he sits down with a grunt. Standing in front of him, you pull down your shorts and panties in one motion, grabbing the ends of your shirt to lift over your head. You stand in front of him, completely bare and exposed for him that Logan doesnât know where to look first.Â
Youâre so fucking breathtaking that he feels his manhood strain against the fabric of his jeans. Logan slowly pushes his jeans and boxers down his legs, catching the way your eyes widen at the sight of his erected length. He smirks to himself and undoes the buttons of his flannel, pushing it off his shoulders.Â
âFuck me,â you whisper under your breath. âYouâre so fucking hot, Logan.âÂ
Logan bites his lower lip. He doesnât have time to respond, to tell you that youâre the one whoâs so fucking hot because you straddle his hips and take hold of length. He groans at the feel of your hand wrapped around him, lining him up to your opening. He doesnât know how long heâs going to last â it had been such a long time since anyoneâs wanted him like this, since anyone looked at him the way you did.Â
In his universe, everyone hated him.Â
But in this one â Logan has a second chance at living life the way he should have in the first place.Â
When you slide down his length, Loganâs hands move to your hips. He groans loudly, your walls surrounding his length â so warm, so wet, so tight. Your walls slide down every inch of his length until youâre seated fully on his lap. He looks up at you, sees the way your eyes flutter.Â
âGod, youâre so deep,â you point out with a quiet moan, moving your hands to his shoulders. Holding onto him, you slowly begin to lift yourself before you slide back down. You can feel every inch of his throbbing manhood within your depths and he fills you so fully in a way that youâve never felt before.Â
He shifts to lie on his back on your couch, staring up at you. Your hands move to rest on his chest, rolling your hips forward and backward. You can feel the hair at his base brush against your bundle of nerves with each movement, quiet moans escaping your lips.Â
Logan moans in surprise when you reach for his hands, lacing your fingers together as you press them above his head. He knows that heâs so much stronger than you, but he finds that he likes being at your mercy. Youâre gripping his hands so tightly, pressing your joined hands further into your couch as you begin to bounce along his length. You lift yourself until his tip is the only part of him thatâs within your depths before you slide back down, your tight walls sliding down each inch of him.
âSweetheart, fuck,â Logan groans, squirming slightly against your grip. He feels your walls begin to tremble around him, can feel you tightening even further around his manhood.Â
âLoâ Logan!â you exclaim, moaning loudly as you slam down onto him. You shut your eyes tightly, slowly moving your hips forward and backward to ride out your high. You release his hands to brace yourself on his chest, the feeling of his hair at his base providing just the right amount of friction.Â
Logan feels a tightness building in the pit of his stomach and he gently lifts you off of him. You gasp, whimpering at the sudden loss of him before you realize that heâs close. You move down the couch and settle yourself between his legs as you take hold of his length, stroking him with a firm grip as your lips wrap around his tip.Â
âFuck!â he groans, not expecting you to fucking suck him off. Logan moves a hand in your hair, tangling his fingers in your locks as he guides you along his length. Your hand strokes what your mouth canât and when you hollow your cheeks to apply more pressure around him, Logan tosses his head back against the couch.Â
Itâs sloppy, spit trickling down your chin as you keep your eyes focused on him. You move along his length, flattening your tongue on the underside of him as you feel each throbbing vein against you. Loganâs grip around your hair tightens and he lifts his hips slightly off the couch to push himself further into your mouth, feeling his tip hit the back of your throat as you gag around him.
Slowly, you pull away from him and smile. âCome for me, Logan.â Then, you wrap your mouth around him once more and bob your head rapidly, stroking his base. Logan shuts his eyes tightly, the tightness building once more as he lets out a loud moan. He gently pushes your hand away as he grips himself, using his free hand to pull you back from your hair as he releases into your mouth. He opens his eyes to look down at you, his seed filling your mouth and you eagerly swallow.Â
Logan groans, stroking himself to release every last drop of his spend into your mouth. You smile against him â you fucking smile with his cock in your mouth â and itâs an image that Logan will never forget. When you pull away and lick your lips, swallowing every last drop, you lean up on your knees and stare at him.
âYum,â you grin.Â
Loganâs breathing heavily, moving one hand to rest behind his head as he looks at you with a small smile. âDidnât expect this to happen tonight,â he admits. âBut Iâm glad it did.âÂ
âStay the night?â you ask.Â
Logan nods and sits up, gently pushing you onto your back as he settles himself between your legs. âOh, sweetheart, I ainât even done with you yet.â
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