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moumouton4 · 6 months

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Hello there! I was thinking if you want to write more for Mash but if you wanna write another characters, that’s fine! I’m sorry I just live my boy Mash🥺❤️

7 Minutes In Heaven || Mashle Burnedead x fem!reader

A/n : Finally made it omg it too me so much time but it really worth it. Hope you all enjoy it 🍦🥮

Warning : Fluf fluf fluff, I tried comedy since the first season gave us almost only this, still trying to make it a strong suit 😂

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Word count : 2011

You were all sitting in a circle on the wooden floor of Mashle and Finn’s dorm. It was only supposed to be a nice and chill afternoon gathering with all your friends, as y’all had the afternoon free for the first time in the year. Lemon had brought cup cakes, Dot a lot of candies, you the drinks and Lance, well, Lance only brought himself but it was the intention that counted. Of course a lot of puff creams were present at your little party.

The atmosphere was light and cheerful, everyone was talking and laughing. After a moment, y’all reached the agreement that it was time to play a game or two. After a few proposals, truth or dare was the first game to catch everyone’s attention.

“Come on ! Come on !” everyone cheered.

“I’m not going to answer this” Lance stated, as a pink hue spread on his cheekbones ( if you ask nicely I can tell you what question he was asked hehe )

“Okay… then I dare you to give me your necklace for the rest of the day !” Dot laughed loudly like an antagonist ( Light Yagami supremacy )

Lance’s hand flew to his jewel that he clutched in his hand “Fine fine I’ll answer” he said looking away “3 times…. Happy now ?”

“Yes very” smugly said the red haired man.

Then it was your turn and Lemon, who was in a very playful mood sing-sang “Y/n truth or dare ?”

You looked in front of you, you just knew by the tone of her voice that she was going to do something, your eyes met Mashle’s and then hers. She fricking knew ! And she was surely going to add her touch to it. You were focused on the truth part, thinking about all the possibilities of questions that could be asked. So you went with the dare.

“Dare” you said, half reassured about what was to come.

“I dare you too…” she thought about it looking everywhere around the room, and then her eyes landed - as if faith had decided it - on the door of the storage room of the dorm. A smirk appeared on her lips as she stated “I dare you to stay in there with Mashle for 7 minutes” her finger pointed towards the nearby door.

Your eyes widened “Huh ?!? Did you even go there ? It’s so narrow, we won’t never fit…” as you continued trying to find your wait out of this dare, Mashle sat there, looking at the people speaking, his head looking at one side and the at the other - as if he was watching a tennis game - a puff cream in his hand as he munched on it. He seemed… unfazed, true to his form.

“Nah Y/n it’s your dare. You don’t want to be a loser now, do you ?” she teased knowing that you were far from being someone to let herself be pushed around.

“Fine I accept the dare. But now it’s his turn to say if he is up to or not” you hoped he would refuse so that the next truth would be on him, but as much you wanted him to accept, find yourself in this enclosed space, so so close to his strong body…

“No no no !” a roaring voice abruptly stopped your train of thoughts “Why is he the one allowed to be in there with her ! He is already stealing all the girls’ attention ! That’s unfair ! I want to be with her there too !” Dot continued, his exuberant personality on full displated, making you all chuckle, Lance sigh and Mashle look at him with indifference.

“Why is being in a closet part of the game ?” he asked, his mouth still stuffed with the sweet pastry ( that’s a pleonasm lmao of course it’s sweet )

“It’s like seven minutes in heaven, you know the game” added Finn, who tried to explain to his friend.

“You mean seven minutes in a closet ?” the raven haired boy asked rather matter of factly.

“In heaven idiot !” chipped in Dot, who was still very unhappy that Mashle was the one who could enjoy the company of a female “It’s a gorgeous woman you’ll be with, not some brooms !”

His words touched your heart, making you blush, it’s been years you know him and yet you still can’t keep a straight face when he says this kind of thing.

“We don’t have any brooms”

“OOH COME ON JUST ANSWER THE DAMN QUESTION !”

“Yeah it’s easy to stay in a closet” Mashle finally answered, making Lemon smile as she got up and rushed to you, ready to push you in the storage room with the boy she knew you liked.

With his long legs, Mashle was within a second in front of the door, ready to open it “Nooo !” screamed Finn “That’s fine Imma open it for you guys” he said sweating, he didn’t really want to have another door to be replaced again.

Mashle didn’t say anything and entered docilely in the storage room. You followed suit as Lemon literally threw you inside. You also almost crashed to him - and his huge muscles gahh - sending a wave of red on your cheeks. The door closed rather roughly, because of how excited your friend was.

“Enjoy your seven minutes in heaven guys” she shouted, so that you could hear her.

“Yeah but don’t get too cozy in there” Dot screamed from behind the door.

Now it was just you and him - and your over-beating heart. You wondered if he could hear it in this dimly lit room, though knowing him he wouldn’t have even noticed. You felt your face getting warmer, it felt like you were in a dream. Like how come you even got you and him in this narrow room. Your brain was working at full speed to manage and find something to talk about and not make these seven minutes the most cringy and awkward seven minutes of both your lives - again Mashle doesn’t even seem to know those feelings.

As you were about to say something he went first “What are we supposed to do in there ?”

Did he seriously not have a single clue ( of course not 😂 )

“W-well, usually people talk and see if they like each other more than friends… I guess” your brain was actually sweating, trying not to blurt out that you’re so in love with him since the second day - because seriously on the first one he looked pretty dumb.

“Okay…” he said, looking down at you. He was pretty tall, besides the narrowed space was close to pressing you together, so as he spoke to you you could almost feel his breath on your hair “And what happens if they do ?”

Your eyes widened slightly, you clearly weren’t expecting this answer coming from him, since when was he so invested in a discussion that wasn’t about puff creams. You swallowed hoping that your voice wouldn’t crack as you answer.

“T-they kiss ?” you said, rather as if it was more a question than an answer, your arms raising at your sides to show you weren’t sure 🤷‍♀️ - you were “O-of course they have to both agree about their feelings”

“Okay. Do you like me ?” he said bluntly. You choked on your spit “Huh ?!? W-why are you asking this ?”

“Well to know if you like me too, so that I can kiss you, like the game says” he simply said, as if he didn’t at all reveal to you that he liked you and wanted to kiss you. You hoped he at least knew the game wasn’t actually demanding him to act on his feelings if he didn’t want to.

“Erm- huh… you know… well… yes ?” you said, almost scared there could be a wrong answer to his question.

As soon as the words left you lips he somehow managed to come closer to you, his chest was now pressed against your, if you leaned you could set your head on his strong body.

“Can I kiss you ?” he asked. And now your throat clearly couldn't speak any words. You only nodded. He leaned in, his hair slightly grazing the top of your hair. You looked up at him, gosh he was breathtaking even in this closet. Leaning further down, his breath fanned over your lips “I’m going to kiss you now”

And with that his lips - finally - made contact with yours in a soft almost shy kiss, as if he was scared - in the back of his head - to hurt you in any way or do something that could be seen as wrong or inappropriate. On the other side of the kiss you melted against his mouth, his lips tasted like whipped cream and sugar. But then soon, too soon, he pulled away. His cheeks were somehow flushed and for the first time you’ve seen his gaze avert from yours as if he was being… shy ? about the whole thing, after everything he has said before.

You gently wrapped your arms around his neck, so as not to startle him and brought your head closer to his “Do mind if I ?” you didn’t even need to finish your sentence that his voice, now hoarse came out breathlessly “Yes”

You kissed him, your eyes closing ( I seriously his would stay open in the beginning and you’d have to be like “Mashle can you close them it's weird” lmao. Not saying you can’t keep them open if you want though ) This time, he wrapped his arms around you drawing you even closer, his kiss was a bit clumsy and seriously you were almost suffocating in his embrace but still it was an amazing moment.

He turned his head to deepen the kiss, your nose brushed, eliciting a quiet giggle from you. He smiled in the kiss. This was different from everything he has ever known, he silently promised himself to protect you with everything he could, just like he promised his father. After you broke the kiss he took a sharp intake of breath as his sole action put him in a state of out of breathness that he never encountered before. Maybe that was being in love.

Not long after the door opened as Lemon’s head picked inside, soon followed by Dot’s who was very eager to see if anything had happened and if Mashle had yet again stolen another woman of this damn school. You both jumped away from each other, Mashle almost went through the wall.

“The seven minutes are over !”

“No please don’t tell me you’ve got her too ?!?” in reality Mashle didn’t get any girl from the beginning of his curriculum. There was just Dot being overly jealous, because he didn’t attract any women like he would have wanted.

“Iiiiiiiih Y/n ! You did it girl !” she wanted to hug you tightly but three people couldn't enter the storage room at the same time, so she waited for you to come out. She almost tackled you to the ground.

Mashle went back to sit down, his cheeks still reddened from the kisses you shared in that enclosed space. Both Finn and Lance looked at him weirdly as if they had seen something totally out of the ordinary, and it was. The raven haired boy, even apart from you, couldn't keep his eyes from drifting to your form. Hugging you or kissing you more seemed very enticing and soothing at the moment.

“Y-you okay Mashle ?” asked Finn, looking at him and then back at you, who was coming to sit back down with the others.

“Yeah I just wish the game wasn’t called after seven minutes. It’s too short” he said, biting in yet another puff cream, as if he yet again didn’t confess something rather personal. The other boy blushed at the admission. Dot continued grumbling in the background and Lance was looking through the window, trying to act unfazed and tough. Your eyes met Mashle’s and he gave you a smile before extending a puff cream at you. Yes it was clearly his way of saying that he loved you.

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veryberryjelly · 1 month

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almond milk, two sugars

evan buckley x fem!reader

lyric prompt ; 'i pay attention to things that most people ignore' - all american bitch - olivia rodrigo

𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ⚜︎ 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

your time at the 188 may not have been very long compared to some of the other firefighters tenure, but it had so far been the best six months of your life.

your hours were adaptable, even if you had regularly worked twelve hour shifts every day.

your coworkers were friendly, so much so that any free time you had, you often spent with them.

whether it was going to the gym with eddie, having dinner with hen or grabbing coffee with buck before or after a shift.

and you loved doing all of that with them.

which was why you always hated cancelling plans on them.

but sometimes it was unavoidable.

which was why you had to message buck that you were running late so you couldn't grab coffee this morning.

your phone hadn't charged so you had no alarm to wake you early enough to grab coffee.

but that also meant that you were uncaffeinated as you hurried into the station for the beginning of your shift.

once you arrived and you saw that there was no urgency for you to rush around, you slowed down, put your things in your locker before climbing the stairs to the kitchen to make yourself a coffee.

you greeted those who were sitting on the couch as you made your way over, going straight for the coffee pot.

as you reached for it you noticed a takeout cup beside it with your name scribbled on the top.

your brows furrowed softly as you picked up the cup, expecting it to be trash that you had forgotten to throw away, but when you found it to be full your brows furrowed softly.

thankfully, the questions you hadn't been able to ask yet were answered when you heard a voice behind you.

"i grabbed you a coffee on my way in."

you turned to find buck stood with an identical cup in his hand, presumably filled with his regular order.

" figured you wouldn't have time this morning and i thought i'd spare us all your decaffeinated wrath "

his words caused a laugh to bubble past your lips.

" thank you, i'm sure the entire team is grateful for your generosity" you joked as you took a sip of the coffee, unable to stop the smile spreading over your face when you realised he had gotten your order right.

" and i am very grateful to not have to drink crap. how do you know my order ?" you hadn't been to coffee with buck often enough for him to know your order so well.

" i pay attention to things that most people ignore. " he explained which just made your smile widen .

" well it is very appreciated, thank you. and i promise i'll be ready to meet tomorrow morning "

there was a brief silence as you picked up your coffee and took another sip, but buck quickly broke it.

" how about we meet tonight instead? "

his question caught you off guard and caused a slight tightening in your chest.

" for, like a date ?" you questioned, wanting to clarify the nature of this meet up.

" yeah, for a date "

@sunnyhoneyyyyyy

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thewhumpcaretaker · 8 days

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⚜ 𝓑𝓮𝔂𝓸𝓷𝓭 𝓙𝓾𝓭𝓰𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽 - 𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒱: 𝒫𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓀𝒾𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓇𝓈 ⚜

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ ✧.*★ Thank you again to @evren-sadwrn for the beta read!

TW: negative self-talk, panic attack, wound care, alcohol, extreme sexual tension, arguing

Summary: John Wick and The Marquis de Gramont both faked their deaths on that fateful day at the Basilica. But when Vincent seeks John's help, he isn't expecting genuine compassion.

John’s entire body was pounding with adrenaline.

The little sedan’s engine protested against the 90mph he was breaking on the back roads. He couldn’t stop picturing Vincent on the floor where he’d left him. He had been…well, not too harsh. In reality, he should have left Vincent behind for good, if not shot him. But that ship had sailed the moment he had his epiphany about this man. He wasn’t a monster, just a dangerous animal, and that was something John could manage. But striking a balance between managing the Marquis and making him feel unsafe or undermined…that was already proving to be a challenge.

It seemed he had struck the balance correctly this time, at least. Vincent was in good spirits when he walked through the door, and possibly happy to see him for the first time ever. He sat on the edge of the bed, smiling mischievously up at John. Dog ran to greet him – it seemed the two had become friends already. “What did it look like, when you ran them off the road?”

“…Fiery.”

“This is what happens when I am challenged. Those who recognize my eminence will come to my defense.”

“Right.” John sighed. Vincent’s highs were as bloodthirsty as his lows. But he couldn’t help a half smile back at him. “I will come to your defense. Are we good now?”

“We are, as you say, ‘good.’ What did you bring?” He gestured to the bags John had just piled around the armchair.

“Food. Should last a few days so we don’t have to go back out.” He started unloading it into the mini fridge. “Toiletries, bandages, and a change of clothes. Also, painkillers.”

The little exhale of relief that that last item elicited was enough to break John’s heart. Vincent must really be suffering. “Tu n'imagines pas à quel point tu m'as rendu heureux. Donnez-les-moi immédiatement. [You have no idea how happy you’ve made me. Give them to me, immediately.]”

Despite the twinge of guilt that he had inflicted some of that pain himself, John had to refuse him. “Not on an empty stomach. Let’s eat first.”

It was an awkward time for a meal, too late for lunch and too early for dinner, but time had no meaning in this liminal room anyway – except the inexorable progress towards the moment when someone would find them. There was no schedule, no to-do list, only survival. “It’s odd to be on the run again,” he commented as he pushed start on the microwave.

“Not on the run,” the Marquis corrected. “Sending those bastards running from us.”

John didn’t have the heart to answer. Vincent wasn’t quite facing the gravity of his own situation, much less what it meant to John. It felt just like his own days of being hunted. The paranoia. The sleeplessness, too. After watching over the Marquis all night, his hands tingled with low blood pressure and his vision tracked along with an odd lag. It meant little to him – he could go days longer before passing out. The physical effects of exhaustion were merely something to factor in when judging how fast his reflexes could respond in a fight. But his own discomfort didn’t matter. He didn’t matter.

Don’t think that. Helen wouldn’t want – He cut off his own thought with a deep breath. God, what would she think of the Marquis? Of John allowing someone to treat him this way?

But at the same time, wouldn’t she be proud to see him saving someone, caring for someone, offering forgiveness to a real scoundrel as she had once done for him? The fact that he couldn’t ask her twisted him, almost physically, somewhere in the belly.

It occurred to him that he would probably enjoy painkillers for his own headache, with dinner. By that, he meant whiskey. He’d bought that too, and poured it into one of the paper cups supplied by the motel. Upon seeing it, Vincent exclaimed, “C'est encore mieux! [This is even better!] A cup, please.” He hadn’t moved from the bed at all and seemed to thoroughly enjoy being served. Quite the change of tone from last night, when he’d threatened to stab John for getting him a glass of water.

“Choose one: meds or alcohol. You can’t mix them.” He handed Vincent the microwaved meal instead and took a seat at the nightstand, using it for a table.

“Tu ne m'as jamais laissé m'amuser. [You never let me have any fun.]” They were halfway through their meal before the dreaded question came up. “So what did Winston say?”

“What?”

“When you asked how I can survive. What did he say?”

John hesitated, but he wasn’t interested in testing the Marquis’ trust any more today. He had pushed him far enough already. He pulled up the message on his phone and showed Vincent the screen.

Winston: “No, it’s not possible. The entire Table wants him gone. He has made enemies at every turn. If this excuse hadn’t worked, they would have found another.”

John hadn’t replied.

“Bah. He has no idea what he’s talking about.” Vincent’s smile was suddenly made of teeth and extremely fake. He gave an unconvincing laugh. “Quelle absurdité. [What nonsense.]”

Cautiously, “…Did you have enemies? That you knew of?”

“Everyone is an enemy,” Vincent said impatiently. “That’s the nature of every court since the days of the Romans. One builds alliances, not friendships. Of course they want me gone, they want anyone gone who has enough ambition to rival their own. But I have leverage somewhere, I know it, I just have to play them against each other, I have to…” He cut off, shaking his head, once again caught up in wracking his brain to find a solution.

Even more cautiously, “…Are you thinking in terms of regaining your seat, or escaping the Table?”

“‘Escape’ from my life’s work, yes, very appealing. Why didn’t I think of that? I told you, Mr. Wick: your task is to restore my title. Not to shunt me off into mediocrity. I will not hear of this again.” He threw away what little remained on his plate and stormed away to the bathroom. John heard something thrown against the wall, then a long silence.

It seemed unwise to leave him alone in that state. Downing the last of the whiskey, he went to the door and knocked. “Marquis.”

No answer. He took a risk. “Vincent.”

“Laisse-moi. [Leave me alone.]” Even through the door, his voice sounded shaky and clouded over. By the angle it came from, John could tell he was sitting on the floor.

He sighed. There had to be an excuse for every act of kindness. Well, then, he would make one. He went to the shopping bags and fished out a bottle of pills. Returning to the door, he tried, “Tu ne veux pas les analgésiques maintenant? [Don’t you want painkillers now?]”

“Tu es vraiment un – [You’re such a – ]” There was a hint of desperation in Vincent’s voice. John realized that he must be unable to compose himself enough to be seen. All the progress of the morning had been undone in a few minutes. Vincent had been undone in a few minutes.

“Je ne te regarderai même pas. [I won’t even look at you.]”

Another moment of silence, and then the door opened enough for Vincent to put out a hand, expecting a pill bottle. Instead, John gave him individual pills, not trusting him with the whole thing. “Putain, c'est ça ? Donne-moi la bouteille. [The fuck is this? Give me the bottle],” he said. John kept his eyes averted as promised, but Vincent’s tone was hollow and resentful enough to convey the glare that was no doubt directed at his head just then.

“Deux pour l'instant. Ils ne disparaîtront pas si vous en avez besoin plus tard. [Two for now. They’re not going to disappear if you need more later.]”

The door slammed again. Running water, and then a small thump against the ground as Vincent sank back to the floor.

John sunk down on the other side, coming to his level.

Through the wood paneling, he could hear ragged breaths that each died out in an almost inaudible, high-pitched whine of terror. Another panic attack. Vincent was completely raw, agonizingly so. Even for a man with a temper and a bounty on his head, it struck John as odd. You didn’t get to the top if you had meltdowns like this in every stressful situation, and no way to manage them. There had to be something weighing on the Marquis that he wasn’t talking about…either that or he was far more unstable and vulnerable than John had even realized.

He seemed really desperate for the pain to stop. Had the stitches torn out earlier, when he pushed him to the ground? “Je vais attendre en silence, mais quand vous serez prêt, laissez-moi entrer. Je dois refaire vos bandages. [I'm going to wait silently, but when you're ready, please let me in. I need to redo your bandages.]” What a cold thing to say, given the circumstances…John’s protectiveness overcame him again, and he added, “Respirez lentement. Ça va aller bien. [Breathe slowly. It’s going to be okay.]”

Vincent was not in a position to respond, it seemed, so John fell silent as promised. With time, the sounds on the other side of the door slowed somewhat.

But no good deed could go unpunished with Vincent. After a long moment, “Vous aimez ça, n'est-ce pas. Penses-tu que tu es si important que je vais m'effondrer si tu me laisses tranquille pendant cinq minutes ? Tu es l'enfoiré le plus arrogant que j'ai jamais rencontré. [You love this, don't you. Do you think you're so important that I'll fall apart if you leave me be for five minutes? You are the most arrogant motherfucker I've ever met.]”

“Pensez de moi ce que vous voulez. Je suis là pour toi. [Think what you will of me. I am here for you.]”

The door opened, and Vincent leaned back against the wall, giving him room to step inside. “I don’t understand you, Wick. Why are you doing this?”

“You can call me John, you know. And your guess is as good as mine.” He closed the toilet lid. “Sit down.”

Now that he could look at Vincent, the sight made him reel with something devastatingly protective, on the borderline between vengefulness and cuteness aggression. Puffy, damp eyes, reddened around those icy irises, stared numbly up at him from a hunched frame, only inches from his waist in the confined space of the bathroom. Cold sweat plastered Vincent’s hair against his forehead and he still shook ever so slightly. John suppressed the urge to pull him into the tightest possible hug and instead went down on his knees to inspect the bandage, moving slowly to avoid giving pain.

Vincent didn’t fight him for once. His skin was cool to the touch but sweat drenched. Given his condition, John was expecting to see that the wound had become infected, but it was as clean as yesterday. He covered it with waterproof bandages. “You should take a shower. Something warm. I don’t know why you’re so cold…tell me next time, okay? I’ll get you a blanket or something. Don’t want you going into shock again.”

“D'accord. [Okay.]” Vincent swayed weakly for a moment. “I’m not in shock. I’m just…it’s been a hell of a day. I can handle myself.”

“…There’s something you’re not telling me.”

Too far. A glare. “You’re offensively bad at reading people, Wick.” Not John. “I am fine. Or is being shot in the chest not reason enough to have a bad day? I suppose you hardly notice it anymore – a properly conditioned punching bag, aren’t you? Get out before you embarrass yourself any further.”

John sighed. “I’ll leave your new clothes on the sink. Call me when you’re done and we’ll switch waterproof bandages for gauze.”

He sat down in the armchair, facing the door again while Vincent showered. The exhaustion was more bearable when he was up and doing things. Now, he was in danger of nodding off. He was in a sleepy haze when he came back to the bathroom to remove the waterproof bandage and apply gauze and medical tape while Vincent leaned back against the sink, hands braced against the countertop. The room was in a haze too, filled with clinging, misty warmth and the smell of Vincent. Free of the sweat and perfume, his scent was…surprisingly, even sweeter somehow, but in the manner of wild things. A baby animal, a rivulet of tree sap turning slowly to amber… John’s breath caught in his throat and stayed there until his hands were no longer making contact with Vincent’s now glowingly warm, kitten-soft skin. He turned away while Vincent pulled on the shirt.

“Clothes fit okay?”

He wrinkled his nose. “Obviously not, but one must make do. It doesn’t matter to me.” He cast a genuinely miserable glance at the mirror, giving himself away. John had tried to select something that at least wouldn’t disgust him – a grey turtleneck and dress pants, some fresh underwear and socks both in grey as well. But they were Walmart clothes, and that was comically far from being Vincent’s cup of tea.

John wondered if the blood would come out of that button down, and the vest…probably not.

They passed the next few hours slowly unwinding. Another drink, after that mess. John fought to pry Vincent’s freshly warmed chest out of his mind. Vincent, for his part, began to genuinely brood. He complained that the painkillers weren’t working, that he needed more. John gave him one more, and refused him alcohol a second time. But he remained restless, standing up occasionally to pace even though each step was clearly painful, and raiding the mini fridge for pudding.

Shortly after sunset, with a faint pink still penetrating the curtains at the edges, he looked over at John. “I’ve figured out why you’re doing this.”

“Why?”

“You’re attracted to me.”

John almost spit out his whiskey. “What?”

He was leaned back against the bed, grinning smugly, “I know when someone is flustered by my presence. That’s critical information in my line of work. I was just lashing out when I accused you last night, but I was right after all. You carried me out of the car just because you wanted to. You lingered every single time you touched me. You. Are. Attracted.” He pointed the spoon at John with each word. “And that’s why.”

John’s face was beet red. “I get a marker on you if you survive. It’s simple.”

“That’s not what you said in the bathroom.”

“Okay, it’s not about the marker. I don’t know why. But it’s not because I’m attracted to you.”

“Yet you are.”

“…Yeah. I – look, you know what you look like. You don’t need me to tell you you’re attractive. So what’s the point of this?”

He shrugged. “Maybe we could have a little fun. Stress relief.” He was licking the god damn spoon and John found it to be positively urgent that he look elsewhere.

“I don’t do ‘a little fun.’ Call me boring, it’s not for me. Where is this even coming from?”

Vincent’s smile was all teeth and concealment again, as if all his honesty went into his words and he had to compensate by at least hiding his emotions. “I just need something good to happen today. Your painkillers don’t do shit.”

John hesitated. The Marquis had no idea how he was tempting him right now. But he shouldn’t do this. He was buzzed. He was confused about his feelings. It was a bad idea. “I killed two people for you. You got away from the Tarasovs. That wasn’t good enough?”

“Good enough? You should know by now that I expect excellence.” He advanced towards John, managing to swagger even through the pain. John leaned away from him, completely tensed up.

“Back off.”

The Marquis stopped and his smiled faltered, replaced by a blush of his own at being so plainly rejected.

God it was painful to see him like that, knowing that he could just make that feeling go away by saying yes. But he’d regret it. He knew he’d regret it.

“I’m tired. I haven’t slept in a full day. Let’s just…let’s go to sleep.”

“Done watching over me then, as soon as I call you out?”

“It’s not a callout! I’m…not ashamed that I want to. Okay? It’s just not a good idea.” John stood up as if to walk somewhere, realized he had nowhere to walk to, and sat down again. “We have to take shifts. Hold onto a gun, and wake me up if anything happens, or if you get tired. I only need an hour or two.”

Vincent stared at him for a good ten seconds. Then he sunk back onto the bed. “You’re the most depressing person I’ve ever met, Wick. Can’t enjoy pleasure even when it falls in your lap. Would have felt like fucking a funeral urn anyway.”

“Mm-hmm.” John switched off the light.

But the silence was more tense than ever, and even though he’d felt ready to pass out a few minutes ago, it took John far too long to get to sleep.

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Little witch part 2

The originals x reader

Word count: 1300

Part 1

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"What are you talking about?” You squint your eyes. “A witch, like a person who can do actual magic?" Klaus sighs, his hands moving as he speaks. "Yes, you're a witch; a person who can do magic."

You lean back against the chair, there's nothing that made you wonder if you had magic. "How do you know?" you ask him. "A witch that powerful? someone's bound to notice my dear” he answers, a smirk forming on his lips.

You look up at his words, "powerful?" He smiles at your confused face "There are a few powerful witches’ bloodlines, your friend Bonnie belongs to one of them"

"Bonnie is a witch?" the vampire nods before continuing "your bloodline originated in Norway, the place my family was born. My mother was close friends with one of your ancestors, an incredible witch."

Klaus bends down, his finger tapping your nose "Because of that I need your help." You flinch away from him, looking at him incredulously “is that why you took me? You could’ve just asked.”

“Your friends won’t appreciate you helping me, they are the ones who got me in this mess in the first place” he explains. Smiling lightly, you ask “How about you untie me first and explain what happened?”

Klaus stares at you, seemingly trying to figure you out. A few moments pass before he sighs “fine” and begins to untie you. Slowly you bring your wrists to the front rubbing them carefully as you wait for him to explain.

He holds his hand out to you, reminding you of when you first met at the ball. How differently he appeared to you then versus now.

You let him pull you up, leading you to a spacious room. A sofa and a fireplace occupy most of the space. The man sits you at the couch before joining you, “My mother has recently returned to the land of the living.”

“She used a spell to bind me and my siblings together with the help of Elena Gilbert.” You stare at the fire as you think, his words sinking in. “Why did your mother bind you all together? What does she gain from doing so?”

“So, she can kill us.”

“What?” you squeaked. “My oldest brother is going to sacrifice himself, so we all die” he explains. “What you’re saying is your mother wants to kill you and your eldest brother is going to let her kill him so you all die?”

Klaus smiles at you “Exactly! So, you need to help me undo the spell so we can all live happily ever after.”

“Right… and how do I do this? I have no idea how to practice magic” you sigh. Standing up Klaus explains “Lucky for us we have a very powerful witch who is happy to help us!”

As soon as he finishes his sentence a man walks into the room, holding Bonnie by her hands as she struggles against his grip. “Y/n?” the girl looks at you surprised, “What are you doing with her, let her go!” she demands.

“Now Bonnie calm down, y/n is here to help. Isn’t that right” Klaus asks looking at you. “Yes,” you say holding his gaze “as long as you don’t hurt her.”

“No one is going to hurt anyone as long as everyone does exactly what I say,” he tells you, hands holding Bonnie’s shoulder making it obvious he’s talking about her. “Fine,” The witch sighs “how do we do this?”

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“So, you’re basically borrowing my powers?” You ask Bonnie. “Yes,” she takes your hands “witches can channel each other’s energy when doing a spell” she explains.

“And you need to channel my power why?” Bonnie points at the spell book in front of the two of you. “The spell I need to perform to unlink the bond demands a lot of power. You come from a powerful bloodline which should be enough to unlink Klaus from his siblings.”

“Come on girls, we don’t have all day” Klaus nags. Bonnie rolls her eyes before focusing on the spell book again. Holding your hands tightly she begins chanting. The blood laid out on the table moving away from each other, separating into 5 different puddles.

You feel drained when Bonnie lets go of you. Klaus’ hand rests on the small of your back, supporting you. Looking at the girl next to you, you notice the torn look on her face. She almost looks ashamed of herself for helping Klaus, undoing the work of Elena and Klaus’ mother.

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“Aw leaving so soon?” Rebekah says, cleaning her hands with a towel. ‘Sister, be nice” Klaus smiles as he walks up to her, hands on both your and Bonnie’s back.

“Thank you, Bonnie,” she smiles “see you in Physics class.” Before you can see what’s inside the room behind her, Rebekah leads you away. Her arm in yours as she brings you to a bedroom.

“You’re welcome to stay here, with your friends trying to kill us it might be dangerous being alone.” You sigh as you move to sit on the edge of the bed, “Not my friends,” you point at her “I only talk to Bonnie and Caroline.”

“Right, the blonde girl who seems to have taken a liking to my brother.” A look of disgust forms on Rebekah’s face. “I much prefer you, you know” she winks at you, walking towards the closet.

“There are some clothes in here, I’m sure some will fit you. I’ll be downstairs if you need me.” Her hand comes up to smoothen your hair before she leaves the room.

It takes you a while to look around the room, your mind a mess after everything that happened today. You slowly stand up before moving towards the wardrobe Rebekah spoke of earlier. Opening the doors, you are met with a wide range of different clothes in different sizes. Grabbing the most comfortable outfit you see; you lock the door before getting changed.

After having freshened up, you walk downstairs hoping to talk to either of the Mikaelson’s siblings.

“I can’t believe Finn is dead” you hear Rebekah say. “Good riddance,” Klaus sighs “he was an embarrassment, Rebekah.” You move towards the entrance of the room, still unnoticed by both siblings.

“He was still your brother. Mind your tongue.” Not looking up Klaus continues “Fine. Let’s all say a prayer for Finn who slept longer in a box than he lived as a man.” He looks at his sister, continuing “he was a lovesick fool. He’s better off in death.”

Walking up to him, Rebekah asked “Is that how you would speak of me if I died”

“Well, you let the Salvatore’s loose with two stakes that can kill us. So, I guess we’ll find out soon enough.” He continues, “and since when did you have a soft spot for them?”

“The Salvatore’s may fight like dogs, but in the end, they would die for each other.” She explains, “at least they know what family means. You destroyed ours.”

“I wanted a family,” Klaus says. “They just didn’t want me. And now we’re unlinked. We’re no longer responsible for each other.”

“So, are you leaving?” Rebekah sighs. “As soon as I get the stakes I’m gone. I’m going to take Elena and use her blood to create a new family of hybrids” Klaus answered.

“And if I choose to stay?” Rebekah croaked.

“Then you’re just as pathetic as Finn.”

Klaus turns to walk away before he sees you. He walks toward you, grabbing your hand, taking you with him.

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deducter · 8 months

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Sharpening your senses: a guide to deduction

Permit me to extend my welcome, dear visitors. I truly enjoyed making today's fascinating post.

Together, we shall traverse the labyrinth of deduction.

Senses, are one of the most important parts in deducing. You may ask why?

Well, how are you going to notice body language without your sharp eyes? How are you going to identify perfumes without your sense of smell?

Senses are the first thing you need to sharpen if you want to make accurate deductions.

So, let us explore the delicate steps that will awaken your senses to help you make deductions.

P.B.O: Pause, breathe, observe. Your brain is normally experiencing beta waves when you are awake (awake, alert, engaged). In this method, I want you to fall into the state of theta waves. When you are in the theta state, you experience a very deep state of relaxation. You can achieve this mindful state by meditating, paying attention to how you breathe and fully engage with your surroundings. Be present.

The game is on: This part is my favourite. You can sharpen your senses while having fun! For example, you can start identifying different perfumes while wearing a blindfold, or you can blindly touch various textures to learn the differences. These simple games can be incredibly helpful!

Train your eyes: Imagine the observation process as something like this: you are standing in a museum → there is a painting on a wall → in the painting you can see a flower bouquet → the bouquet has red flowers → the flowers are red roses → one of the red flowers is different → the difference is the shape → that one flower is not a red rose

The point I'm trying to tell you is: zoom in.

Try to zoom into the big picture you got. Many passengers walk past the painting without noticing the flower, but you observed.

*but remember! DO NOT forget the whole image. Sometimes the answer may be staring at your face.

⚜ And so, dear readers, let us cherish the boundless wonders that knowledge bestows upon us, for in the pursuit of wisdom, we discover the true essence of our existence. Keep observing the world. ⚜ -ND

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wroteitbutneverwatchedit · 7 months

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Could we work? Pt.12

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Pairing: Billy Hargrove × F!reader

Summary: When billy rolls into town and all the girls are talling at his feet...... Why won't she?

Warning: Cussing, Sexual innuendo, sexual comments, harassment, billy being well billy.

A/n: I will be posting a part two to this, I really like this fic and please let me know if you guys like it.

Please like, share, reblog, and/or comment. Also want to try taking request so please feel free to message me a request idea, will let you know about the stuff I don't write. But please enjoy. ALSO THIS IS NOT NO FREE USE YOU CANNOT PLAGIARIZE OR REPOST MY WORK ON THIRD PARTY SITES

Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3| Pt.4 | Pt.5 | Pt.6| Pt.7| Pt.8| Pt.9| Pt.10 | Pt.11

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The date with Billy went well after I explained that I was not some damsel in distress; he convinced me not to leave early and took me out to get some real food. It went so well that I even gave him a small kiss on the cheek after he took me home, maybe a lot less than what he was used to getting, but he seemed okay with it. There were no problems until I sat across from him at lunch today and could see at some angles the bruise on his ribs; he didn’t say anything about it, so I didn’t push him. As usual, I gave him half of my food, and we quietly ate until Steve came over to my table.

“What the fuck are you doing here, Billy?” Steve interrogated; Billy didn’t seem in the Mood for Steve, so he didn’t answer. Steve sat down next to me and passed me a note. ‘We’re having a movie night with the kids. Do you want to join?’ Read the message, and I replied to him with a sure also asking if Billy could Join. Though they may not like each other, if They could actually have a proper conversation, maybe they could be good friends.

“Nope, not allowed; they’ll ruin it for everyone” Steve responded out loud. I sighed and wrote that I would not attend as Billy had asked to watch a movie with me tonight. Steve scoffed and laughed, which caught Billy’s attention.

“Really, you’re going to miss movie night for Him?” Steve questioned further; I looked at him, now annoyed, and shrugged my shoulders. I returned the paper and wrote, ‘Don’t be an asshole, he’s not even mean. Billy’s a nice person once you get to know him. He’s not going to ruin anything.’ I then went back to eating my lunch.

“But she’s going to be there, and I don’t want to make her all tense with what’s already going for her” Steve elaborated. I nodded and sighed. I wrote to him that I’ll join them next time. He looked slightly disappointed but nodded and left the table. Billy raised an eyebrow, and I just shook my head. I cleaned up my trash and went to my locker; Billy followed suit and did the same.

“So, what movie do you want to watch?” Billy asked me. I thought for a second before I leaned into him.

“Pretty in Pink” I whispered in his ear; he had flinched when I leaned into him but relaxed when I spoke. I opened my locker and took out some supplies. I handed them to Billy, and he didn’t protest. After I finished passing him all of my stuff, I fixed his shirt, and he started to get a little defensive; I leaned closer to his chest and gave his bruise visible to me a small kiss.

“Kisses are supposed to make the pain disappear" I said softly; he bit his lip nervously, and I smiled at him. I started walking toward my class, and Billy followed; he put my stuff down on my desk, and I gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

“I’ll see you after class, sweetness” He assured

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avengerang · 4 months

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@nameaprice asked: "Do you have any hard liquor in that satchel? I need a drink."

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⚜ 𝕌𝕟𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕀𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 ⚜

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𝐈𝐟 𝐢𝘁 𝘄𝐞𝗿𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝘆𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝘀𝐞 𝐚𝘀𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝗿 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝘃𝐞𝗿𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝘁𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝘁𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝘀𝐞𝗿𝘁, 𝐡𝐞 𝘄𝐨𝘂𝐥𝐝 𝘄𝐨𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝐡𝐞𝐢𝗿 𝘀𝐚𝐧𝐢𝘁𝘆. But it was Sivir who demanded an answer to this question. Brown hues stared holes into the woman's face, eyebrows lifted tauntingly high, Akshan's shoulders followed suit. A twirl of both hands, as if a merchant wants to display their wide range of wares.

❝ Oh, of COURSE ! What do you want ? Red wine, rum, absinthe maybe ? ? ? ❞ Self-explanatory, the Sentinel did not carry any alcohol with himself. A walk through the desert was hardly a place to dry oneself up more with booze. With a silent scoff, Akshan unties the satchel from his belt, offering the same to the lady next to him with a hint of mock disappointment. ❝ It so happens that I look like a guy who carries liquor with himself, what an enlightenment to know that. Like a responsible adult, as I am myself, I only carry water with me. ❞

❝ We can stop by an inn if that does not ease your thirst, my friend. Actually, that sounds like a fantastic plan. Blessed be my mind, hah ! ❞

#nameaprice #I can relate Sivir.#I would need one too if I had to hang around with him # ⚜⌞ The Rogue Sentinel ⌝ ─ ic.

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⚜ — a study in knightgirlisms; the jean gender (jeander) analysis.

nobody asked but i am answering anyway.

this is entirely a self indulgent word vomit, but for some context: i have been diseased about jean for a really really long time. of course throughout the years my interest in genshin has had its ups and downs, so in starting gnostic hymns and revisiting my oldest and dearest fav, a lot of old headcanons and thoughts are resurfacing.

since i now have an outlet to voice them: welcome to my completely disorganized ramble about jean gunnhildr being just a girl.

For what is literally the oldest clan in Mondstadt, the actual information we have on the Gunnhildr clan itself doesn't detail any more than two (2) of its leaders since earning its name.

The first, its namesake, Gunnhildr. The second? Jean.

We actually never have it specified why or how Jean has been chosen as its successor, just that her mother has raised her to be. Reasonably, one would assume that her mother had been its leader based on such, but then even that isn't outright stated. All you get to know about Frederica Gunnhildr is that she's a knight of the clan. Awesome. We literally don't even know what being leader of the Gunnhildr clan means in present times.

And you can't exactly correlate the status of successor to the (seemingly entirely separate) title of Dandelion/Lion Fang Knight that was given to Jean at age fifteen, as it has literally nothing to do with the Gunnhildrs at all and was also given to her after she would have been declared the clan's successor.

I would like to believe that the Gunnhildr clan's leaders have been predominantly female, but then again I couldn't really tell you. They have existed for three thousand years so only having two names doesn't prove much of anything.

The biggest takeaway, at least, is that Jean's entire life has been focused upon becoming a knight. From day one she has known that protecting Mondstadt would be her purpose, and has carried the weight of countless responsibilities and expectations. Regardless of the gender of those who she was surrounded by, Jean never really had a chance to care for much other than her future. Trivial things that would be considered traditionally feminine just didn't matter as much.

To top it off, we know Jean to have been childhood friends with Diluc (as well as Kaeya by association though I actually cannot recall if that relationship is every explicitly mentioned in canon) which I personally think would only aid in her disinterest in femininity. Who needs to care about dresses and makeup when you can chase your friend around with a stick or whatever.

So now you're thinking "Lina what the fuck does this have to do with right now" and that's a really fair question so here's the part of the essay that is actually the whole point of why we are here.

I think, to put it plainly, Jean's relationship with gender (specifically femininity) is complicated. It plays a very small role in the world as she views it. However I believe that the part of Jean that does perceive it wishes to be more in touch with it.

It's an absent kind of thing-- she didn't have the time for it as a child and she certainly doesn't have the time for it now-- but I believe it to be there in a couple of things. The most specific being her affinity for romance.

This is the part of the post where I look you in the face and tell you that Hoyoverse sucks and is wrong and I am about to entirely undermine a single sentence of their stupid fucking lore.

From Character story 5:

Master Jean has yet another secret. No matter how many times she has read the historical classics, despite her title of Dandelion Knight, and though she has become the Acting Grand Master whom everyone relies on... Jean still loves romance novels. This is not for the years as a young girl that she missed amid her training and duties, or due to the rift that formed in her parents' marriage. Jean simply yearns for the mutual attraction spoken of in such stories, for those emotions as subtle and fragile as spider-silk. As a knight, she must put Mondstadt and the Knights of Favonius first. But...

I'M SORRY?

Be so for real right now. What. Like. What. Huh. Wh.

So basically this entire post was to come down to this one line and tell you all in a very loud TED Talk sort of way that I don't know what the fuck Hoyo is trying to say by declaring neither of those things to have ANY relation to this interest, but that I disagree. I think it makes perfect sense for a woman who was denied girlhood to have wistful thoughts of romance like in the books. I feel it seems ridiculously out of place as a part of her character without that context, in fact.

Fuck this noise. Anyhow.

Her summer skin in game also has quite the flowery description, as follows:

The Acting Grand Master's life runs like the gears of a machine, driven by the great force of heavy responsibility, constantly being ground down by work. Over time, the armor of chivalry has become like Jean's second skin, the presentation of proper dress code and a formal image becoming ever more firmly forged into her nature. But in truth, Jean is no older than the ordinary young women around her. In the novels that these young ladies enjoy, gorgeous gowns are as quintessential as sun, moon, and starlight themselves, and some opulent noble scions do indeed sit pretty in dresses that sprawl out like palaces, their hem-lines and long skirts intertwined like the lapping waves of the sea. Perhaps Jean once had such romantic aspirations too. After all, who has never hankered after the blissful beauty of luxury?

Which I think, when tied in with the knowledge of her love for those novels, highlights an interest in more than just the relationships within them.

(Also this outfit having been a shared effort by just about every friend of hers within Mondstadt, I can't help but assume that the way she seems to covet the idea of being Just A Girl is something that those close to her have picked up on. Especially Barabara, Amber, and Lisa.)

So, at the end of it all, I offer you my silly little knight who (whether hoyo agrees or not) has some internalized self image things to work out that she never will because she's literally this tweet.

If you read all this thank you i owe you money for your time.

#tbt #sorry. demons.

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moumouton4 · 10 months

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Things That Might Be Said When You're Going At It With Them || Demon Slayer characters x fem!reader

A/n : Let's see if I can write for Demon Slayer as well 👀

A/n 2 : Of course Muichiro is aged up. I mean we write for Bakugo or Todoroki as long as they are aged up so I don't see why we couldn't for Muichiro 🤷‍♀️

Warnings : Nsfw, penetrative sex, belly bulge, size kink, rough sex, vanilla sex, riding, mention of breeding, 18+ READERS ONLY and wrap it before you tap it

Masterlist ⚜

I don’t give permission to repost my work, if you want to share it just reblogue it

Word count : 1322

Giyuu Tomioka : It's likely that he's so stressed that you end up whispering in his ear "Don't worry about anything my love. Just move those hips and make yourself feel good" to get him to focus on something other than his intrusive thoughts. However, sometimes the situation can be reversed depending on whether his mind is clouded by desires. Once he even said "Is it my breathing style that is making you this wet ?" Bruh the audacity he can have when he drops his inibitions "No you don't need it for that. It's only your doing" you said making him blush while his confidence skyrocketed. Now that he was at ease you were in for a good fuck / lovemaking, depending on how you guys decided to take it.

Obanai Iguro : Despite his shyness, he had managed to navigate a relationship with you. However, the vision he had of his appearance proved to be a challenge to handle. You gently caught his jaw in your hand before saying "You can kiss me Obanai. I don't care about those scars. I have my share too" There was also that time when you were naked in front of each other ready to delve into your deepest passion but before he told you "I've taken the day off and I intend to take my time with you...if you'll allow me" by accepting you didn't know that 4 hours later he'd still be thrusting carefully and sensually into you. Well he is related to snakes so... it can take some time.

Sanemi Shinazugawa : He can be very sweet in bed, but most of the time he ends up gripping your hips with his hands as he violently pounds into you "Hey hey careful there boy I still need to walk tomorrow" and that's when he adds "Or I could carry you all day. I put up with your ass every day that's the same" he would add playfully. But he's not always like that sometimes his voice breaks the successions of groans and moans and he asks in full vulnerability "Can you hold me a little tighter please ?" and in moments like that when he just needs to feel you there, your heart swells with love for him as you tighten your grip on him, grounding him in the current moment.

Tengen Uzui : This guy and his size kink belly. Sometimes he puts his large hand on your tummy just to feel his shaft move inside you "Tengen you're liking this a bit too much" you teased when you felt him throb inside of you just after he felt the slight bulge in your belly. He gave you back his signature wide grin "Of course I like it ! To have a partner who can take me as well as you is... flamboyant !" he said the last word breathlessly. Then he looked at you a little more seriously and caringly "Do you think I could speed it up a bit ?" he really wanted to make sure he wasn't hurting you. You wrapped your legs around him before answering "Go ahead mister show me how flashy you can be" and with that you were sure he wasn't going to hold anything back.

Muichiro Tokito : Even though he used to have memory troubles, there was one thing he never forgot, and that was how to make you feel good. Thanks to physical memory. As his hips worked meticulously to hit that spot over and over again you whined "Please h-honey" he immediately understood from the urgency in your voice and the way you spasmed around him that you were close. He tried to unhook your legs which were wrapped around his waist "Spread your legs Y/n let me rub your clitoris" he said gently. Of course it only took a few seconds for you to obey, knowing that once again he was going to bring you to ecstasy. When he felt you tighten up he asked "Does that feel good ?" and when you only responded with a little whine he pressed on your clit making you buck your hips upwards. He was such a tease sometimes but at the end he always fulfilled the mission he'd set himself.

Tanjiro Kamado : He's so good and soft, it's like making love to a cloud - if that's even possible lmao. You've said to him several times "You know you can go harder Tanjiro I ain't gonna break '' and each time he completes your requests as if that's all he was waiting for. But he's still the most caring person you've ever meet, sometimes a little too much "Y/n is everything all good ? Do you need a break ?A glass of water ?" and sometimes you have to stifle your chuckles or prevent the side eye "You've just put the tip don't worry I can take way more of you" and that's all it takes to get him off to a flying start.

Genya Shinazugawa : Even if he wanted you so much, you don't even know how the heck you managed to get him in your bed. He is so fucking flustered when he's talking to you. So naturally in bed he is more than his usual stuttering mess "Genya please move" you whined. With his voice husky with desire he replied "I-I j-just don't wa-wanna ngh... come y-yet" he knew you wouldn't mind and that he would be able to satisfy you in another way but he had a certain pride in making you come first. So his hand moved down between your two bodies and began to make faster and faster circles on your clit. He grunted as he felt you tighten around him, but with deep breaths he managed to bring you to the brink of orgasm before he pounded into your tight warmth, leading you both to the release you'd been waiting for.

Inosuke Hashibira : The first time was pretty memorable, you remember having to explain to him why you were doing it "Ino it's another way of showing that we love each other. We're not doing it just to create a pack" and he deadpeaned "But one day we'll make one right ?" Bro was just so cute "Sure baby" you said, caressing his cheek as he thrusted gently and carefully into you. "I-I think I understand what you meant" he said bringing a big smile onto your face which he couldn't help but reciprocate.

Zenitsu Agatsuma : Bro is so loud man that's crazy. When you ride him you have to put a pillow on his mouth because the whole Demon Slayer Corps is going to hear how tight you are "Please pretty boy can you tone it down a little. Someone's going to be attracted by all this noise" you slowed your movements to talk to him "But Y/n-chaaaaan you feeel so soooo goooood !!!" he said as loud as ever. If you wanted him to calm down you had to make him feel even better than better, so sex drunk he'd not be able to talk anymore. You put your thumb in his mouth and with your other hand grabbed the base of his cock before squeezing it as you rolled your hips towards his. It wasn't long before his screams were replaced with little squeaks, his hips bucking to meet yours, your thumb securely wrapped between his lips.

Muzan Kibutsuji : You don’t know why and sometimes he tells you it may be because he was another man in a previous life but it doesn’t make it any clearer when he goes “Cause this is thriller, thriller night. And no one's gonna save you. From the beast about to strike” as he fucks you. You just hope he ain’t going to “Heee heee” when he cums.

A/n : I hope you guys liked it ! 🍗🍨 Again my requests are open 🌯🍩

A/n 2 : Yes the link in Muzan's part leads to Thriller 😂

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White Wedding Pt 5

Logan Delos x Reader

A/N: Alpha/Omega/Soulmate AU, based on Billy Idol’s song of the same name. This does not follow canon, it’s mainly Logan lemon zest 🍋 because the world always needs more Logan.

Summary: James has agreed to retire, leaving Logan and Juliet in charge of Delos. But there is one major condition attached… will Logan find it to be a deal-breaker?

Warnings: 18+ NSFW due to sexual content, including oral, between consenting adults*. Drinking and swearing.

*Irl, please use protection, let’s be careful out there.

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There is nothin' fair in this world, baby

There is nothin' safe in this world

And there's nothin' sure in this world

And there's nothin' pure in this world

Look for something left in this world

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Juliet

Juliet rapped on Logan’s door until her knuckles were sore. There was no immediate answer and she knocked again, and again, until finally her brother swung the door open, looking surprised and concerned. She noticed he was wearing only sweatpants and his usually immaculate hair was sticking up in all directions. She also noticed several light scratch marks on his pecs and smirked to herself.

She brushed past him into his living area, demanding, “Wine. Now… please.”

He moved towards his fridge, returning a few moments later with two glasses of sparkling rosé and as he handed her a glass, she nodded towards the bedroom, smiling. “I take it things are going well in that area?”

His eyes took on a glazed, dreamy look, “Uhhh… yeah, you could say that. We’ve spent the last two days in bed. Only got up to eat.” “Food, I take it,” laughed Juliet. He nodded, “Funny, sis. Yeah, to eat food.”

His new wife appeared at that point, wearing a silky little robe. She smiled, “Hi Juliet!” as Logan jumped up to get her a glass of wine too. The two women hugged, and Juliet felt very glad that this woman was in Logan’s life, she had a good feeling about her. Especially when Juliet’s attention was going to be on other things than her recovering addict brother very soon.

James had been immensely surprised when Logan had invited him to his house and introduced him to his new wife. He’d showed him the marriage certificate, and the new wife had not turned a hair when James asked her if Logan had paid her to marry him. “No, he didn’t!” she snapped, “And don’t you ever fucking say that again.” James had looked surprised, then laughed, turning to Logan asking if he was sure she was an Omega and not an Alpha. Logan had proudly announced that yes, she was an Omega and not only that, she was a Platinum Omega. James had been suitably impressed. And he’d immediately retired and as promised, handed over control of Delos Inc to Logan and Juliet.

And now, she guessed this was the reason her cockroach of a husband had decided to file for full custody of their daughter. As this horrible thought crossed her mind, she burst into tears.

Logan and his new wife had crowded round her, hugging her and asking what the matter was.

So she told them.

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Logan

He couldn’t believe that little scrote. What a stunt to pull, and the timing was obviously no coincidence. He was hoping to get his hands on some money. Or shares. Or both. In addition to trying to take Em away from Jules.

“It’s never gonna happen, Jules. Don’t you worry about that! I’m gonna get our lawyers to hire a P.I. to dig up some shit … or some more shit, I should say… so that he’ll never, ever get his hands on Em. Or any money, or any shares. Cos we all know that’s what he’s really after.” He was pacing in front of one of the long floor-to-ceiling windows, and he started muttering, “He’s probably still trying to prove to everyone that Dolores is real, the stupid fucker.”

His new wife looked puzzled, “Dolores? Who’s that?”

So Logan sat down next to her and told her the whole sorry story of him and William in Westworld. And about hosts, and narratives, the Mesa, Sweetwater, Pariah, being abandoned in the badlands… the whole nine yards. She looked overwhelmed by the end of it, and he hoped it didn’t put her off him. It was what had caused his final, inglorious spiral down the rabbit hole, after all. “Oh. You had sex with these hosts?” she asked, and he smiled at the fact that her mind went immediately to the sexual aspect of the story. “Yes, angel. That’s what they’re there for. And also so you can kill them. They’re robots, you program them. You bring them back online if they get killed. They’re like a fancy kind of sex doll, male or female.”

“Oh okay, right… so they’re just robots?” she said, sounding relieved. He nodded, “Except William is convinced that Dolores is real. She’s not, but even she was beginning to think so cos she listened to him babbling on about it so much.” He watched as realisation dawned, and she looked over at Jules with sympathy, “Oh… she’s the one…” Jules sighed and nodded, “Yeah, that was the final straw for me. I divorced the little shit.”

Logan picked up his phone and called Delos’ lawyers, wandering out onto one of the decks to continue the call. The new wife reached over and took Juliet’s hands, “He won’t let that horrible guy win, you know.” Juliet nodded, “He hates William, with a constant and implacable intensity. William left him out in the park to die, and then… then to make things worse, Dad and I didn’t believe him. William gaslit us, telling us that Logan had just got fucked up on dope and imagined everything. And to be honest… Lo was in such a mess by that point that what William said made sense. So I went ahead and married him. I was already pregnant with Emily although no one knew that at the time. I must’ve been fucking mad.”

The new wife shook her head, “Your ex was just clever and manipulative, and poor Logan played right into his hands. What he told you at the time made sense given the state Logan was in.”

Juliet inhaled and it became a small sob, “Even so, I betrayed him. I didn’t believe him. I believed that little shit over my brother. I’ll never forgive myself for that.” The new wife smiled at her, “I don’t think Logan would want you to feel like that. He loves you. So work on not blaming yourself any more, and get your head on straight so you fight this tooth and nail.”

Grabbing her, Juliet hugged her with all her might. “I’m glad you’re with Logan. You’ll be so good for him… hell, you already have been. He’s got that spring back in his step, and not just because the two of you are fucking each other senseless!” The two women laughed, and Juliet continued, “He’s really fallen for you… can’t you see how he worships the ground you walk on?” The new wife laughed again, “Oh.. I thought it was just my pussy he worshipped.”

Juliet smiled, shaking her head and holding up her hand, “Okay, let’s stop this conversation right here!”

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The New Wife

You swirled the pink wine around your glass, looking down into it and watching as the colours of the liquid changed in the evening light. What a horrible situation for Juliet to be in. Whilst you hadn’t yet met Emily, from the stories Juliet and her brother had told you about her, she sounded like a bright, sunny, happy little girl, which would no doubt change if William got full custody.

Logan strolled back out after seeing off his sister, and sat down across from you, picking up his own wine glass and sipping from it.

“Logan, how can he be allowed to do this? Surely no one in their right minds would assign him full custody?” He sighed, taking another sip, “Well, you already know that William’s a manipulative little bastard, so no doubt he’s come up with some things about Jules that he thinks he can use to make her look bad.”

“Like what exactly?” you challenged him. You saw his smile at your obvious defence of his sister, “Like… she got stopped for speeding a couple of months ago. Like… she was seeing a guy a while back and it ended badly. He said some shitty things about her, so I’m sure William will have him on board. Like… Jules had an argument with some stuffy bitch of a teacher at Em’s kindergarten last year about their procedures and they asked her to remove Em.” He sighed heavily, “All small beer, really… but I’m sure William will build them up into a really big deal.”

“But we’re going to hit back, though, aren’t we? You said your lawyers’ P.I. will dig up some shit on him?” Again, you noted his smile at the use of ‘we’. Well, you thought, I am part of this family now, aren’t I? “Oh yeah, I’m really looking forward to seeing what that douchebag’s been up to recently. We’ll have more than enough to bury him, I’m sure.”

You felt sad, and was sure your expression mirrored this, “It’s so horrible that it comes down to each side mud-slinging and seeing whose mud sticks best.” He put his hand over yours, “That’s very perceptive, angel. That’s exactly what it boils down to.” He looked at you intently, “It also comes down to who has the best lawyers and who has more money. And William doesn’t have two red cents to rub together so he’s probably got someone to take him on pro bono.”

Standing up, you pointed at his glass, “Top up?” He shook his head, “I need to watch my alcohol intake.” Your hand flew up to your mouth, “Oh Logan! I’m sorry… I keep forgetting you’re in recovery. Mainly because you seem so put-together.” He laughed, “If my father could hear you describing me as “put-together”… he’d piss himself laughing.” You put down your glass, manoeuvring yourself onto his lap and putting your arms around his neck, kissing him full on the mouth. “Logan, your father needs his head read.”

His head went back and he barked out a laugh. “You’re so funny,” he gasped, “…and I absolutely love that description of him.” “It’s true!” you protested, “You have done so well, Logan! You’ve pulled yourself back up from rock bottom and got yourself clean and healthy. You should be so proud of yourself… I know Juliet’s proud of you, and.. and so am I. I might’ve only known you for a few days, but I can see the effort you’ve put into sorting yourself out.” You gazed into his eyes, kissing him again, “I am so proud of you, Logan Delos.”

You were surprised to see his eyes becoming glossy with unshed tears, and he whispered, “Thank you, angel.” He swallowed, “It was a struggle, I’ll be honest. I wanted to give up so many times in rehab, and just slip back into my mess of a life. But I decided I wanted to live rather than die of an overdose so I kept on going.” You whispered back, “I’m so glad you did, otherwise I wouldn’t have my handsome, sexy husband with me in bed every night.” Now his eyes sparked with desire, “Is it bedtime yet, angel?” You laughed, “When did you ever worry about whether it’s bedtime or not?” He smirked, “How very true.”

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Juliet

Leaving the lawyers’ offices, Juliet tried to stop her blood from boiling. She knew that she and Logan had already discussed what William was going to use as ammunition in his attempt to gain full custody of their daughter, but it was different when you saw it in black & white on a court document.

His lawyers had filed their pre-hearing declaration and it was all there, every parking ticket, every speeding ticket, every disagreement she’d ever had with anyone in the known world, the poor choice of boyfriend she’d made earlier that year. He’d made her sound like an unhinged major criminal.

Heading for one of her favourite bars, she took out her phone and group-texted Logan and his new wife.

Juliet: Wine and moral support needed please.

Logan: On our way, where are you?

Juliet: The Palms Lounge.

TNW: Hang on in there, be there soon! xx

She smiled at the ‘xx’. That girl was becoming irreplaceable within their small family unit. Logan better not fuck up this marriage, she’d miss her so much if she left. But Juliet was feeling optimistic about it; she was even beginning to think that her leopard of a brother had actually changed his spots.

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Logan

Feeling excited about their first outing into the mainstream together, even if it was to rescue Jules from the pits of despair, Logan turned the SUV into The Palms Lounge valet space, getting out and tossing the keys to the guy behind the small desk. He made his way round to the passenger side and opened the door, holding out his hand so that his new wife would take it and step out. She was wearing a simple dark blue shift dress and strappy sandals, her long hair pulled back into a high ponytail which he watched swinging hypnotically between her shoulder blades as she walked.

Even dressed so simply, she turned heads. Logan could feel his lip curling into a snarl as he saw all of the males in the area taking instant note of his wife. He was pleased that the cut of her dress allowed for a small section of her claim mark to show. Horny bastards, he thought, if one of them even tried to touch her…! Rationally, he knew that the claim mark would ultimately keep them at bay. It was a hormonal thing as well as a visual one, but it didn’t stop them looking. And he didn’t like that, one bit. When had he ever been this possessive over a woman? Like, never. Well, he’d take it because his ultimate aim was to keep her with him, and keep her safe.

He saw Juliet at a table near the fountain in the courtyard, and his heart went out to her when he saw how defeated she appeared. I mean this wasn’t even Round One legally speaking, so he knew he’d have to get her in a better frame of mind, and pretty damn quick.

They walked over and joined her, and he poured out some wine for him and his new wife. Soon, his irreverent sense of humour had both ladies laughing out loud, and he congratulated himself that his work here was done.

However, that thought was interrupted by a shrill voice in his ear and an arm snaking round his neck.

“Why, Logan Delos! I’ve been looking all over town for you… so this is where you’ve been hiding out!”

His heart sank. Oh shit, not her, he thought.

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The New Wife

You looked at the plastic blonde with fake everything who was currently draped over your husband.

To say you were less than impressed would’ve been falling short of the mark. However you noticed the grimace which appeared on Logan’s face and he immediately levered her arm off his neck. Juliet was scowling at her.

“Stacy,” said Logan, “fancy seeing you here. No, I haven’t been hiding out, in fact I’ve been celebrating my marriage.” He levelled one of his elegant hands towards you, “This is my wife,” and said your name.

The Plastic Blonde drew back, appearing to be in shock, and looked you up and down for a very long moment before giving you a fake (of course) smile, “Well, hello there, little wifey. I must say I’d never have pegged Logan as the marrying kind.” She turned back to Logan, attempting a tinkling laugh, “Oh, ha ha ha, listen to me… pegged! Those were the days, eh Logan?!”

You saw a look of irritation flit over his face, and he said calmly, “No, they were not. And my wife knows all about my past excesses, all of them, and I’m an extremely lucky guy as she still wanted to marry me despite that. So just don’t bother trying to shit stir. And don’t bother trying to hang around me again, cos just know that I’ll call the cops on you. Bye-bye now.” And he waved her off as if she was an annoying mosquito.

He sipped from his wine glass and turned away from her towards Juliet and you, picking up the conversation where it had been interrupted. You watched the Plastic Blonde’s face turn scarlet as her mouth dropped open, then she stalked off further into the restaurant.

“Ugghhh!” said Juliet, scowling at Logan, “Of all your ex skanks to run into…” You saw him heave a deep sigh, “I know, Jules, I know.” You wanted to know more. “So, what’s the story with her, then?” Logan opened his mouth to reply but Juliet butted in, “Logan hooked up with her.. maybe two years ago?… and then made the mistake of taking her to a gala event as his plus one. Not sure how she managed to persuade him as Logan was a total one-and-done in those days, but maybe… pester power?” Logan sighed again, “Yeah, she basically stalked me and said it’d be good publicity for us both. She’s a z-list actress and she was looking to heighten her public presence. I gave in to shut her up, to be honest.”

“Which was a big mistake, of course,” Juliet confided to you, “because then in her mind, she was Logan’s girlfriend and she started turning up everywhere - at his house, our offices, even our father’s place once although she didn’t make it past security that time. Eventually Logan went to Asia to one of our parks over there and hid out for a few weeks. It seemed to work as she’d disappeared back down whichever drain she pulled herself out of originally. But then she popped up again when Lo was in the depths of his drug addiction and suddenly she was all over him again. Not that she was anywhere to be seen when he nearly died twice from OD’s. I’m sure she ran out on him and just left him there alone. I got her banned from the hospital when she tried to visit, and she disappeared again. A couple of months after that, Lo went into rehab and thankfully we haven’t seen her since.”

You looked across at Logan, shocked, “You OD’d… twice?” Juliet gasped over at you, “Oh… he didn’t tell you that yet, did he?” You shook your head and he shrugged, “Not yet, but I was going to.” “You really nearly died?” you whispered to him, hand going to his jaw. He covered your hand with his, “Ahh.. yeah. Yes, I did. Hence the trip to rehab after I’d got my courage up.” You could feel your eyes filling up. You knew he’d said he’d gone to rehab because he’d decided he didn’t want to die of an overdose, but you hadn’t realised that he had almost died. Twice.

“And that… that woman left you all alone, when you were OD’ing?” you snapped, “I’ll kill the bitch!” Logan laughed and stroked your cheek, “Defending your man, huh? Well, yeah she probably did, but there was always a load of people at my house during that time, so it wouldn’t have been just her and me. They all ran, like rats off a sinking ship.” “Still,” you said, “for someone who claimed to be your girlfriend…” He shook his head, “Oh, hey, no… she was never my girlfriend. That was all in her head.” “She sounds like a psycho. I hope you’ve got good security at the house now that she’s bumped into you again.”

Logan looked thoughtful, “That’s a good point.” He took out his phone and tapped out a text. “I’ve getting my usual contractor to come around and fix up some extra cameras and change the locks and stuff. My keys were always left lying around so she could’ve made copies, ya never know.” Juliet nodded, “You should’ve got that done a while back, Lo.” He shrugged, “Well it’s being done now as we speak so all sorted.”

At least all this drama with Logan had taken Juliet’s mind off her problems with her awful ex, you thought. There was still that battle to be fought.

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Logan

He couldn’t quite believe they’d bumped into that awful ‘Stalker Stacy’, as he always thought of her. He thought back to those days and all he could remember was wanting to peel her fingers off him and take a shower. She always had made his skin crawl to be honest, and when his wife had commented about the extra security, he’d immediately decided to upgrade everything and also change the locks. He pulled into the driveway and parked up. They’d gone for a short drive along the coast after they’d left Juliet, and called in at the contractor’s place on the way back to pick up some sets of keys for the new locks.

“Good call on the upgrade to security, by the way, angel,” he said, as he climbed out of the SUV, “I don’t think she’d dare turn up here now she knows I’m married, but she’s delusional, so who knows?” His wife got out and turned to him as he walked round the car to her, “I just don’t want to take the chance of that woman trying to get into your house, Logan.” “Our house,” he corrected her. “Uhh, yeah… our house,” she corrected herself, then saying, “she looked so shocked when you said you were married now, but also like she’d gone a bit nuts.” He nodded, “She’s definitely that, alright. Always was. Such a quality type of person I hung out out with back in the day.” As he opened the door and they both entered the house, she asked quietly, “And yet… you still slept with her?”

He sighed, dropping his keys on the counter and turning to her, placing both of his hands on her cheeks, “Only the once, more fool me. And entirely unmemorable. She was one of my… randoms, a total one-and-done but she kept trying to get me to sleep with her again afterwards, relentlessly. But even in those crazy days I managed to steer clear, I think some kind of sixth sense warned me to avoid her. I’m sure she’d have tried to get me on a paternity suit or something if I hadn’t. So I’m doubly glad I didn’t touch her again, for that reason and also because I didn’t find her in any way attractive. I’m ashamed to say I just used to hit it and quit it, and I didn’t even pay any attention to what I was actually hitting at the time. Boy did that come back to bite me where she was concerned.”

He thought about how he really regretted some of his earlier decisions when his brain was impaired through substance abuse. This new wife of his made him want to be a better man, and he wished he could go back in time and change things… a lot of things. But then again, if he did that, it might mean he wouldn’t have met her and he was so fucking glad he had.

“Well… if she shows up here, Logan, I will kill her. Just so you know.” He smiled, kissing her on the lips, “I’m sure she won’t. She’s too scared of harming her public image to risk it. I’d get her ass arrested and she knows it.”

“She wouldn’t need to worry about her public image, Logan. She’d be dead.”

He laughed, but deep down he knew she meant it. She’d defend him in any way she could. And while he didn’t want her to actually kill anybody to do so, he felt a warm and loving feeling inside as he realised that she really did care about him. And not many people had truly cared about him before.

He wrapped his arms around her more tightly and kissed her hungrily, passionately.

Realising that he loved her.

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The New Wife

The following day, Logan had reluctantly left in the morning to go to the office as there were some important meetings taking place.

You decided that you’d sit on one of the decks and read, and sunbathe, and chill. Logan had slowed down a tiny bit on the sex side side of things - mainly meaning he didn’t bother locking you in the bedroom any more - and you still had a pleasant ache between your legs from the ‘see you later’ sex you’d had with him before he left this morning.

Last night, you thought you’d detected a slight change in his vibe when he’d taken you. He was still so energetic and powerful, but you noticed an increase in intimate gestures, more kisses, more gentle stroking, more whispered sweet nothings. Was he catching feelings for you? Rather than it being just about the sex? Because you were definitely catching feelings for him. And that worried you a little. Your mind couldn’t help torturing you with the thought that the novelty would wear off and Logan would come to regard you as a burden he was lumbered with. And start up with his old philandering ways again.

You didn’t think you’d be able to bear that. To have had his full attention and then to lose it, no… you wouldn’t cope well with that. Unsure why you felt so strongly about him after such a short period of time, too. You wanted to be with him, and yes, procreate with him, protect him from all the horrible people like William and that awful Plastic Blonde. Well… you’d just need to hope that he didn’t get tired of you. Sighing, you settled back on the lounger and picked up your book.

You’d been dozing in the warm sunshine after eating a light lunch when you heard the front door burst open. Worried, you sat up on your lounger just as Logan rushed onto the deck, a light sheen of sweat on his face and looking flushed.

He ran over to you, kneeling down next to you and grabbing your hands, breathing heavily and gasping out, “My rut! It’s starting.”

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Logan

It had started just after the first meeting had ended. The past day or so, he’d been feeling a bit restless and at odds with himself but now…

He could feel his body temperature starting to climb and his face beginning to burn. It had been a while, but he knew exactly what was happening. He walked quickly to Juliet’s office and explained to her what was going on. She immediately told him to head home, that she’d take care of the remaining meetings.

He didn’t need to be told twice and rushed out of the office, jumping into his SUV and fumbling to get the key into the ignition. It had been so long since he’d had a rut, but he knew he’d soon become moody, irritable, introverted, restless, and of course still needing sex.

He guessed that his recent sexual activity with his wife had possibly triggered his rut. The counsellor had warned him that could happen but also that as he was now clean, his bodily functions would probably return to normal. Eventually. And now they had, much earlier than he’d expected. He pulled out into the flow of traffic, wishing for once that he lived closer to the city. But he knew he’d never give up his place at Malibu, he knew he wouldn’t. It calmed him to be there. It was one of the few places where he could feel totally relaxed. And now it was where she was, so it was truly home.

He hoped this rut wouldn’t be too bad, he’d need to try and not be too grumpy.

And he also hoped that his new wife was ready to handle a Dark Alpha deep in the midst of his rut.

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The New Wife

You’d been reading up on Alpha ruts on the mainstream internet. So as soon as Logan had come bursting into the apartment looking like a demented soul in torment, you’d taken him by the hand and led him to the en-suite, running a bath for him and soothing him as he lay in it, soaping him gently and running your hands over his lithe body.

Then you’d put him to bed, given him a full body massage and then let him sleep, which he did for several hours. You created a calm and tranquil ambience for him, lighting some candles, bringing him some food and a glass of wine once he was awake, massaging his tense shoulders, then you’d lain down with him and let him be the big spoon as he drifted back off to sleep. When he’d started burning up during the night, having some kind of bad dream, you’d brought a cloth soaked in cold water to lay on his forehead and cool him down.

You’d repeated this during the following day, and Logan had seemed to be dealing with his rut fairly well. What he wasn’t handling so well was his increased sex drive. He’d returned to spouting his “I don’t want to hurt you” bullshit, which annoyed you immensely. How was he able to go back to thinking that? Your sexy, fired-up Alpha needed to get his head out of his ass.

You sighed. Looks like you’d have to turn to Plan B again.

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Logan

He saw her pout when he lay down and didn’t immediately pounce on her, like he normally would’ve done just a couple of days ago. Especially as she’d been staring pointedly at his hard-on until a few seconds ago. Earlier, she’d told him in no uncertain terms that she wasn’t impressed at all that he’d taken to wearing light PJ bottoms in bed. Well, neither was Logan but he thought it would be safer than sleeping naked.

She’d been so good to him during his rut so far, really looking after him and trying to calm and soothe him. He’d loved it, quite frankly. Basked in it, in fact, as no one had ever looked after him like that. And he knew she just couldn’t understand why he wasn’t having sex with her. Again.

Sighing, he turned on his side and tried to tug her down to lie next to him but she very deliberately picked up her book and began to read, ignoring him.

That made him feel really irritated, which he knew was a rut-induced reaction but he couldn’t help it. And this was why he was cock-blocking himself, as he was worried that he’d lose his temper for no good reason and that he’d take it out on her. And now that he knew he loved her, he just didn’t want to do that and possibly drive her away. So it was back to Logan the Monk. For now. He’d just need to man up and do without sex for another few days.

He huffed and turned onto his other side, so he couldn’t see her. He sneaked his hand onto his pyjama bottoms and then down onto his hard-as-fuck dick, rubbing it surreptitiously. Suddenly he heard her book clatter to the floor. As his shoulders came up off the mattress and he turned to see what was happening, she jumped onto him, shoved him onto his back with force and wrestled his PJ’s down to his knees. She ran her hands through the soft hairs on his thighs and kept going upwards till she reached her prize, which she grabbed in a vice-like grip.

Ah no, ambushed again! he thought, I need to get her off me… as she forcefully slid down onto his cock and began moving up and down on it, fast… her hands going into his hair and grabbing two handfuls before tugging on it.

His eyes closed, his lips parted, oh fuck, but it feels so good…

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The New Wife

Like a victorious avenging angel, you rode your reluctant husband with enthusiasm as he groaned and gasped, “No… no, stop… please…” You leant over and whispered, “No way!” into his ear, and kept right on sliding up and down that beautiful cock of his. He was trying to lift you off him but you grabbed both of his shoulders and held on for dear life, gripping him inside as you did so. There was no way you were going to let him stop you having your way with him.

You noticed Logan’s eyes travel downwards and suddenly widen to the size of saucers, his mouth dropped open and he looked confused but also terrified.

What was wrong with him?

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⚜ 𝒯𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓊𝒷𝓉𝑒𝓍𝓉 #1 ⚜

I have selected some sources that can confirm the love between Kallen and Otto again. Citation: In the distant past, the Night Mother ruled over the faraway Land of Night. Here, no light touched the earth, nor did a single tree grow, and there was no life here but the horrendous denizens of the dark. The Night Mother was the source of all sins, and the Land of Night was the embodiment of her evilness. The cruel Night Mother, who had neither heart nor mouth, was always watching the Land of Night, and her punishments were always unexpected. The only thing she could not bear was the occasional ray of moonlight that made it through the clouds. The light that penetrated the walls of darkness always irritated her. The Moonlight Forest was the only place free from the rule of the Night Mother. Only there could the people bask in the bright moonlight and enjoy the grace it brought to the living. Everyone in the Kingdom of the Moonlight Forest was born with fair skin, light-colored hair, and bright blue eyes. Perhaps the constant lack of sunlight and the nourishment of the moonlight was the reason for their beauty, giving them an appearance different from the abhorrent creatures lurking at the edge of the forest. The monarch of this kingdom was a beautiful princess with skin as white as snow. Just like the moon, she had the brightest skin, the purest eyes, and the kindest soul. People of the kingdom all vowed their loyalty to her and referred to her as The Pale Princess. The Pale Princess ruled her kingdom with kindness and gentleness. She always knew what was best for her people. Under her rule, the people of the Moonlight Forest never knew the threat of the Night Mother's wrath, and the creatures lurking in the dark never dared to set foot in the forest. However, the Princess had her own troubles. To her, the silvery moon hanging in the night sky seemed like a tiny hole through which the light could pass, and she felt that by following the light back to its source one could almost see the world on the other side. Just like all other people, the Pale Princess would often sit on the stone plate in front of the palace, imagining a world beyond the moonlight. "Will I be able to bring my people there one day?" The Princess thought to herself. "You will." She had not expected to hear an answer. The Princess turned and saw a young prince. "I am the Prince of the Kingdom of Light from the other side of the world," the prince said to the shocked Princess. The Prince shone with an extraordinary light. The people of the Moonlight Forest had never seen such vitality. For as the Prince strolled through the forest, life flourished around him: new leaves sprouted and the Princess and her people grew stronger. He had come to save them. He would eventually save her from the darkness and take her to a kingdom free from all shadows. Although the Prince didn't say it explicitly, the Pale Princess had sensed the possibility of his arrival through her years of meditation. So, she asked. "What's the world like on the other side of the moon?" The Prince had already told her about the Kingdom of Light hundreds of times before, but at that moment, the Prince realized that she was determined to find out for herself. So, having sworn to save her people, the Princess and the Prince left the Moonlight Forest and walked hand in hand into the dark forest of the Land of Night.

Having slogged across the swamp blazing with dark flames and passed the cave overgrown with poisonous mushrooms, the Prince and the Princess finally arrived at the Kingdom of Pygmies. "Princess of the Moonlight Forest, please save my five brothers. We will vow our loyalty to you in return for your kindness," begged a deformed pygmy who had just popped up from behind the branches. The kind Princess, sympathizing with the pygmies, promised to help them. They climbed up the dark mountains and saved the pygmy on the ridge, who was blind. "Oh, silly me. I climbed all the way up here to try and get a better view." The blind pygmy apologized profusely. They dragged another pygmy out of the muddy wetland. This one was a fool. "Hehehe." The foolish pygmy thanked the Princess. They walked into the cave where the Nightgaunt resides and saved another pygmy, who was timid, from the top of a stalactite. "Not… not to brag, but I… I came here to have a fierce fight with the Night Mother's minions!" The timid pygmy explained. They set foot on a barren field and found a shrunken pygmy in the quicksand. "I wanted to see my garden but somehow got lost." Rubbing his withered palms, the shrunken pygmy grinned. They snuck into the nest of shadows and rescued a carefree pygmy from the clutches of carnivorous mushrooms. "I was out for a walk and somehow got trapped here." the carefree pygmy sighed. One by one, the Princess and the Prince saved the deformed pygmy's five brothers. The kind Princess said to them: "Now that you are all my people, please let me take you to the Kingdom of Light. It's a place that can bring sight to the blind, wisdom to the foolish, courage to the timid, and reinvigoration to the shrunken. As a princess, this is my gesture of gratitude to you." On hearing this, the pygmies were elated. To show their gratitude, they went along on the journey to serve the Prince and the Princess. On the surface, the six pygmies were true to the Princess and Prince, and followed them everywhere. But they were still heinous creatures from the Land of Night, and corruption flowed in their veins. As the days traveling to the Kingdom of Light grew long and dangerous, the root of evil would again blossom in their hearts. Fear gave root to malice, and out of malice grew evil scheming. The six pygmies started to devise their nasty plot. The blind pygmy opened his sightless eyes and enjoyed the sunlight greedily. "Why not keep the Prince with us forever? Instead of believing in unfathomable promises, securing the sunlight before us is our best bet." The foolish pygmy gently patted his scabies-ridden head and gulped the light-filled air rapaciously. "Hehehe, I… I think we should kidnap the Prince and use… use him to make us smarter. That's the smart way!" The timid pygmy swung his tiny fists in the air and yelled. "All that rascal did was save our lives and now he acts so condescendingly, treating us like servants. I shall challenge him to a duel!" The shrunken pygmy squinted in disdain. His complexion wrinkled up like a piece of crumpled paper. "Brothers, you have been hiding in the shadows for too long. The darkness has clouded your judgment. It is new life that we need in order to survive. I say we use the corpse of the Prince as fertilizer so my garden might flourish again." The carefree pygmy sighed and looked sullen. "We'd better get this over with quickly… If it weren't for them, these evil thoughts wouldn't have entered my mind, and I wouldn't have become so somber." There was one pygmy who did not join the discussion. This is not because he was not evil, but because the guilt of betraying his savior overcame his wicked nature enough to make him keep his mouth shut. He couldn't even say a single word. Nevertheless, the guilt could not completely suppress his corrupt nature and the pygmies all agreed to the scheme. They decided to poison the Prince's water.

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