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drmaddict · 11 months
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Whenever you're ready
Summary: Silence spells only work, when the curtains are completely closed.
Word count: 530
Warnings: dom/sub relationship, mommy!kink, crying, use of (y/n)
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A small paper bird landed on Remus' open book, unfolding as soon as it landed.
"This has been going on for over an hour now!" it said in James' handwriting.
Remus sighed and reached for his quill. "Let him have that little happiness. It's Christmas next week. You know how he hates that." He wrote on the parchment.
The ink faded and reappeared on Jaime's counterpart. "Besides, you don't have to act up. Like you and Lilly have never done it in this room before."
Promptly came the reply. "WE at least close the curtains RIGHT so no one can hear us." Remus glanced over at James' bed and saw him staring at him with an indignant expression. He had to hold on hard not to laugh.
It was a mystery to him how Peter could sleep through the whole spectacle, but hoped it would stay that way.
He turned back to the parchment and wrote. "If you interrupt them now, it will be insanely embarrassing for (y/n) and we might even ruin it for Padfoot then. He really likes her man. Ears closed and through." He saw James sigh quietly, but slump his shoulders in surrender.
Sirius and (y/n) had been together since the end of last year. She was quiet and seemed to ground him somewhat. He even ate greens since he knew her. She was truly one of a kind.
Remus was happy for him. It wasn't the first time anyone had sex behind closed curtains and under a silent spell in this room. Only, as James said, the curtains were otherwise completely closed, so the spell could work, but the blanket had parted the heavy red fabric a little, so they were listening to the sinphony of Sirius' moans. Remus could have guessed that the boy couldn't even keep his mouth shut while doing this. (Y/n) didn't make it easy for him either, though. For over an hour, she kept teasing him until he just whimpered, only to stop shortly befor he came.
Remus was about to turn to the next page when the wordless moaning was interrupted by one word.
"Mommy!" whimpered Sirius. James and Remus looked at each other abruptly. "Good boy." chimed (y/n)'s sighed retort. "Please." "Please what?" An exhilarated giggle was heard. "Words Siri." "Please let me come. Please. Please. Please. Mommy. Please. I was good. I'm a good boy. Please. Mommy. Mommy." "Shhh. Such a good boy to ask so sweetly. You may, whenever you're ready."
It wasn't even 10 seconds before there was an almost pathetic whimper, punctuated by rapid breathing. "Good. Come here." A sob was heard. "It's all right. I'm here. I'm holding you. Shhh. You were so good." "Thank you Mommy." There was only heavy breathing for a long time. 
"Am I your good boy?" whispered Sirius. "You're the best boy I could ask for." Even Remus feels comfortably warm at that soft voice.
Another sob. "I don't want to go there." "I know." "I want to stay with you." "Look at me... You can come whenever you're ready." "Mommy." "Yes. Mommy is always there for you, always loves you, flaws and all."
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angelaestheticbaby · 7 months
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Soft guy
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Summary: Aleksander got a little carried away in the bed, but his soft side makes up for it.
Warnings: mention of blood, very rough sex, he hurts you, aftercare, Soft!Aleks, fluff, a bit of angst, lmk if I missed one
A/N: if you're not comfortable with this kind of content please DO NOT read it! Also it's a bit short, I'm sorry
Minors do not read it. 18+ only
You and your husband; Aleks were having some sexy time. He was so rough with you tonight, rougher than usual. You tried to tell him that he was hurting you, he seem to ignore your pleas.
You tried to push him off you, he pinned your hands above your head with his free hand. When he saw that you were fighting him it seemed to make him want to be even rougher. You were afraid of what he might try to do if you kept going.
You cried out, still fighting with him. You tried to remember your safe word so he might stop.
"S-sh...shadow" you yelled out. He suddenly stopped, letting go of you and backing off as you said the safe word.
"Shadow" he looked at you worriedly, his face showing genuine concern and a bit of guilt now.
"Hey, I'm sorry" he said, coming closer to you. He tried to give you a hug. But when he moved to hug you, you flinched away, shaking, covering your body. He backed away from you, his face immediately showing guilt.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry" he said, "I won't touch you again" he sat down in his chair and put his head in his hands. "I'm so sorry," he said again. He looked like he wanted to cry.
You looked down at the sheets and you saw a puddle of blood. You were bleeding...From down there.
Your eyes grew wide and you tried to stand up but the pain was unbearable.
"Oh my god," the general said when he saw your reaction. "Are you hurt!? Let me come closer to look at you"
He tried to come towards you again, you couldn't tell if he was genuinely concerned about you or if he just wanted to see what he had done to you.
"Please let me help you" he said, trying to sound as sincere as possible. He seemed to care, but you knew he was also worried about what the consequences of his actions might be.
"I...why...why did you?" you tried to choke out. Your husband was always loving and caring, you didn't understand what has gotten into him.
"I don't know" he said honestly, "I just got carried away, I'm sorry. Please let me help you. I promise I'll make it up to you" he seemed genuinely regretful and remorseful, which surprised you a lot. He had always been caring and kind, this was the first time he had ever treated you this way.
You looked at the blood stained sheets and your mind started to race. "I think I'm bleeding" you said softly.
"I know you're bleeding" he said sternly. "I'm not blind. You're bleeding because I..." he trailed off, still trying to make sense of how his actions hurt you.
"Just tell me what I can do to help," he said softly, "I don't know what to say, I'm so sorry"
You could hear his voice break as he spoke to you. You couldn't believe what had happened, but the evidence was in front of both of you.
"Baby..." you voice softened at tried to reach out for his hands. He took your hand, holding it softly.
"Are you sure you want me to touch you?" he asked tentatively, "I'll do whatever you need" he looked down at your bloody sheets, his face showing genuine concern and sadness for you, which you hadn't ever seen before. He wanted to help you and make you feel better.
"It's okay Aleks. I forgive you. Just...please can you bring me a menstrual pad and some panties?" you whispered, gently stroking his cheek.
"Yes of course," he said, his voice still soft. He stood up and went out of the room to do as you asked. He returned with a clean pair of panties and a package of menstrual pads.
"Here you go," he said, handing you the items gently. "Is there anything else I can do for you?" he looked at you and brushed his fingers through your hair, trying to show that he cared. He wanted you to know that he felt sorry for hurting you.
"Can we...cuddle?" you suggested. You wanted him to know you still wanted him and his touch. He took a moment to think about your request, and then stepped closer to you.
"Yes, yes of course," he said softly and took you in his arms. He kissed you gently on the forehead, trying to show how much he loved you. Aleksander held you tightly and didn't seem to want to let go of you for anything in the world. He wanted to make you feel safe and protected.
"I'm sorry I flinched away. Just...you scared me" you mumbled softly. You hugged him close, kissing his neck.
"Shhh," he said as he hugged you. "It's okay, you don't have anything to be sorry for" he held you close, kissing the top of your head.
"I should be the one apologizing. I'm so sorry for hurting you, I never meant to. I'll be more careful next time"
You could tell he meant every word, he was genuinely sorry for hurting you. You realized that this incident had actually affected him as well.
"It's okay...Just please be careful. It really did hurt me" you whispered.
"But you know I love you, right?" you smiled at your husband.
"I love you too" he smiled softly. "I would never hurt you on purpose. It's just that...I got carried away this time. I'll be more careful next time, I promise"
He continued to hold you in his arms and kissed the top of your head again. "I'm worried about you" he said. "Are you sure you okay after what happened?"
"Yeahh just sore. I don't think I could walk" you chuckled softly.
"No, you definitely shouldn't try to walk right now" he said as he held you close to his chest. "Let me take care of you, I'm sorry I hurt you"
As the pain from the incident started to subside, it was replaced by the comfortable feeling of his arms around you. You could feel safe and protected with him, even after what had just happened.
"Hmm I love the soft Aleksander you are now. I fell in love with him" you murmured, closing your eyes.
"Well, I am a soft guy when I want to be," he said with a warm smile. He brushed your hair back and caressed your face as you sat with your eyes closed.
"Can I kiss you?" he asked quietly. You could hear the concern in his voice, he didn't want to do anything that would hurt you. But he also wanted to show how much he loved you.
"Of course my dear husband" you smiled up at him. You felt tiny compare to him even when laying down. Aleksander gently leaned in and kissed you on the lips, a soft and tender kiss that showed how much he still loved you. He held you close in his arms and ran his fingers through your hair, as if to say that everything was okay now.
This was the Aleks you knew and loved, not the man who hurt you before.
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russosafehaven · 9 months
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[ chemical reactions - a.m ]
pairing : aleksander morozova x fem!eader
content : alkemi!reader, explosions, reader is best friends with david, reader with bpd
pov : second
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It was never intentional for the chemicals to explode the way they did. After a late night you had fallen asleep and slipped your hand a little too far right which caused the potassium to mix with the sodium. Thankfully David had been in there working with you and wanted to cover it the materials with some Grisha steel before too much damage was done.
That’s how you ended up in this position. Sitting in the lab next to David while the Darkling went off on how reckless it was. Neither of you knew why he cared, Fabrikator’s weren’t useful to the Darkling unless you were creating weapons. In his eyes you believed you were barely Grisha.
“Are you two even paying attention?”
He sneered, looking down at you with disgust. Eyes flitting over to David and back to the Darkling you nervously answered.
“Yes of course sir”
There was a nervous giggle in your voice. Uncomfortable with his dark eyes that leered into you. It wasn’t often you got face to face attention with the General.
“Is this situation funny to you?”
It would be deceitful if you said this situation didn’t turn you on slightly. The Darkling’s commanding voice and his cruel attitude.
“No sir, I’m afraid my friend here laughs when they’re nervous”
David chimes in and there was visible tension. If you hadn’t been half asleep while working he wouldn’t have to be here. You felt guilty for the entire situation.
“Well… that is certainly interesting. What’s your name soldier?”
The cadence of his voice is enough to make you quiver in fear. Yet you stand your ground and give him your name. The Darkling hums in approval and turns to look around at the labs once again.
“You girl will be staying by my side until the labs are rebuilt”
His voice commands your attention and you can’t help but feel nervous. David looked at you, worried you’d get in one of your ‘moods’. Of course by ‘moods’ he was talking about your episodes where’d you would act impulsively and end up getting hurt. The Durast was your best friend and the only one in Little Palace who understood your Borderline nature.
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Part two awaits
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allegra-writes · 2 years
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"Call it Magic"
Prologue: Unfitted
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Billy Russo x Reader
Teen and up (for now)
Warnings: Language, brief depiction of war setting, self esteem issues. I'll be honest here, this turned out angstier than intended.
Series summary: Single dad Billy Russo doesn't feel qualified for parenthood, so he hatches a plan to get his baby girl the perfect mom. Needless to say, he isn't looking for a love match... but that's exactly what he is going to get.
MY MASTERLIST | BUY ME A COFFEE
"Come on, dude! You can't do this to me…" Billy knew his case was weak, his plea a useless, unconvincing hail Mary. Frank had already made his mind up, and Billy knew he was as unmovable and unyielding as a monolith. He usually loved that about his friend, made him the most reliable business associate a man could have, but right then, he thought it was the bane of his existence. 
"No dice, Bill. You knew monday was Amy's last day, she gave you her two weeks notice a month ago" Frank's tone was stern on the other side of the line, "You also knew it was my day off, and I was taking my kids to Liberty Island today, yet you made no other arrangements or called the agency for a replacement-"
"I can't just leave Lily with anyone, you know that!"
"Yes, I do, that's why I told you to start interviewing people weeks ago, but as usual, you didn't listen to me" Not for the first time, Billy felt a pang of jealousy at his friend's firm but not angry or threatening voice, his "dad voice" that Billy, try as he might, was afraid he would never perfect. "Look, Maria loves the kid, and so do I, you know that, Bill. But we already looked her four days this week. We won't babysit for you without notice every time you fail to arrange something else. I made plans to spend time with my family today, Bill, you should do the same from time to time" 
"Frankie, wait, just-" Billy could do nothing but curse as the line went dead. 
It wasn't a matter of self awareness, Billy was man enough to admit to himself he was a selfish son of a bitch too egotistical and clueless to be a father, and that he had been abusing his much more experienced and fitted friend (and his family's) kindness. But that was exactly it, he wasn’t suited to be a father, especially to a little girl as sensitive as his Lily, his sweet baby who didn't deserve all the suffering she had to go through at such a young age, didn't deserve to be as traumatized as she had been… He had often wondered if he had made the right choice, taking her for himself, denying her the chance to maybe, just maybe, fall into the hands of a nice, normal family like Frank's, but so far his little girl seemed cursed as him by the Russo luck, and all he had been able to think as the social worker explained her situation to him was that no child of his would grow up in the system. No, Billy Russo was going to give his daughter the best childhood money could buy.
Only lately, it had started to look like money wouldn't be enough. Amy had been a great help, she had, and Billy wasn't sure how he was going to cope without her, she had been the only one to get his shy, quiet baby out of her shell, but still, the girl only took care of Lily during the day. Between his daughter's night terrors and his own fears waking him up in the middle of the night, demanding him to check to make sure his baby girl was safely tucked in her crib, he hardly even got to sleep anymore. Not to mention sex was nothing but a distant memory now, bar hoping and hook ups were not something he could spend his nights doing anymore. All in all, Billy thought he was entitled to a child free day or two. A day to focus solely on Anvil or, heck, on himself. A day he wasn’t daddy, a day he could be just Billy again. 
He was about to learn the dangers of getting exactly what you wished for, as he turned back around after Frank had hung up on him, to find his two year old daughter gone.
Never in his entire life, having walked through hell and back, having fought in two different wars, having found himself trapped behind enemy lines, pinned down by enemy fire with no back up, no escape plan, watching his team fall one by one like flies while a hail of bullets rained on him, had he felt such debilitating, bone wrecking, marrow deep fear as in that moment he realized Lily wasn't there anymore. And he wasn't a fatalistic man, he was cold blooded and calculating, he was logical, he was a fucking first lieutenant for the United States of fucking America, God dammit, but in five seconds a thousand horrible, horrifying, nauseating worst case scenarios flashed through his adrenaline fuelled brain and his baby was so small, so precious, so fragile, so fucking helpless and he knew, he knew better than anyone the awful, fucked up things bad people could do to children and he'd eat led before letting anything like that happen to his baby. 
In five seconds flat he had already visually scanned the cafeteria, so he knew Lily wasn't anywhere in the open space. Less than a handful of companies had access to the 39th floor lounge, so anyone in or out needed to have his badge scanned, which meant anyone in or out could be easily identified, and the fact that it was his company the one in charge of the air tight security there in Fisk Tower… Well, let's just say if anyone took his daughter, they would not be able to take her very far. He was already dialing his head of security number -it was time saving that it coincidentally was the last person he had spoken to- when he heard it. It was muffled by the distance and glass, but the sound was so rare and so precious, he could have recognized it anywhere: Lily's laughter. 
There, about twenty yards away from where he was standing, inside the wood paneled walls of the posh coffee shop dominating the patio, his timid, almost mute baby girl was laughing, loud and uproarious, babbling away at the woman holding her in her arms as if they were long time friends. 
If Billy Russo had believed in souls, he would have recognized the way his knees went weak as the moment his returned to his body when he saw his daughter, safe and happy and in no danger of any kind. He would have realized that was exactly what took control of his body as his legs carried him on their, seemingly, own accord through the patio and into the high end Cafe. If he had believed in destiny, he would have identified the fatidical moment his dark eyes met the woman's holding his daughter for what it was. 
But he didn't, so he chalked up the way his heart skipped a beat to adrenaline and the peculiar, fluttering feeling in his stomach to stress related heartburn.
"Papa!" Lily made grabby hands for him, almost throwing herself off the stranger's arms, as soon as she saw him, but her big, so uncharacteristic smile was still firmly in place on her little face, and she appeared unharmed. Billy told himself that was the only reason he didn't strangled the woman holding her immediately on sight. 
"Mister Russo?" Well, at least she had the good sense to appeared abashed, cheeks darkening with embarrassment, maybe even fear, as she took in the frantic, worried look in his eyes and dishelved state. "Y-you're Lily's father?" 
Billy didn't reply, couldn't reply through the knot in his throat, as he took his daughter from her in a way probably a little more forceful than necessary. 
"I'm sorry, is everything alright, Mister Russo?"
"Stay away from my daughter!" He barked, startling both the woman and Lily, whose face instantly scrunched up in displeasure, lovely smile gone, eyes filling with tears in front of him, because of him.
God, he was such a shitty parent! 
It was too much for him after so much tension, especially as he realized every eye in the store was starting at him, probably judging him after witnessing how he had left his daughter alone, lost her and then made her cry. 
After witnessing what a failure of a father he was. 
Feeling his own eyes fill with moisture, he turned around and left without a word, before those people could see him make an even bigger fool of himself. 
To be continued...
This fic is dedicated to @marvelmusing and her amazing CEO!Billy fics and edits that were a big inspiration for this version of Billy, and to @ammarantas because her darklina florist x tattoo artist au kept me awake in the middle of the night, picturing how Billy would have reacted had he been in Aleksander's place and I just couldn't shake it off until, well, this happened.
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kayhi808 · 10 months
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Brat
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Ben Barnes Character Masterlist
Billy Russo Logan Delos Ryan Brenner Nick Tortano Benjamin Greene  King Caspian  John Whittaker 
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the-purity-pen · 2 years
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inspired by @mattmurdocksscars making a matt murdock rp account.....
which ben character would everyone prefer for me to make an rp account for?
billy russo logan delos benjamin greene ryan brenner the darkling
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dreamsuvivor · 1 year
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I just saw someone on twitter call Ben Barnes ugly?!
THIS MAN???
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UGLY??!!
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Imagine being so tasteless…
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ollie-alooffloof · 1 year
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Hello Tumblr, here is my big community group drawing. I drew most of this on the bus during an exam period so it was never touched by perfectionism and it is certainly raw in places.
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whumpypepsigal · 1 year
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Shadow and Bone s02e06: “Know that I loved you, Aleksander. Know that it wasn't enough.”
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merlinpinkpant · 9 months
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新一波的点图👌
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russosafehaven · 1 year
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what ben barnes characters would do during a random pregnancy according to A.I
Logan: Tell you about his 40 kids
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Benjamin: Be nervous
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Darkling: Propose marriage
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Nick: React like a human
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William: Ask for proof like a reasonable person
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Caspian: Call it a scandal but be supportive
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Billy: Threaten to hire a hitman
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iamthehamburglar · 3 months
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celestialspecial · 9 months
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Billy drabble yeee. I like all the smutt-smartness, but 13 sounded most him to me 😄
“Get back down here, we’re not done yet.”
You squealed tossing the covers at your attacker. Billy growled, the corner of his mouth quirking up in a decidedly feline expression.
You felt a strong hand grasp around your ankle tugging you back onto the bed. Losing your balance and toppling onto your boyfriend who grinned as he pinned you against him.
"Let me go!" You giggled pushing against his chest, shrieking as you felt his tongue against your cheek, teeth nibbling on your earlobe. "I'm gonna be late for work!"
All your best efforts were futile as his grip only tightened, holding you flush to his bare chest. The smell of him, of the sex that coated your sheets from your past....two hours?
"Nuh-uh, not til' I've had my fill." He murmured, face pressed to your neck. You could feel the bulge underneath you, growing harder by the minute.
Leave it to Billy to be ready to go another nine rounds before work and after only one cup of coffee. The pleasurable ache between you legs almost convinced you to stay.
But....bills. Bills need money. And unfortunately your job was a part of that equation.
"You've had your fill." Flicking his nose tenderly, gaining an inch of purchase on the bed away from him.
"I'll fill you." He pulled you back realizing you were inching away.
"You already have." Smirking down at him, running your hands through his hair, tightening your fingers in the longer top strands and tugging.
His eyes drifted close at the sensation and he let out a low groan. In his moment of weakness, you kissed his forehead before pushing backwards breaking hold of his grasp.
"Hey!" He shouted as you took off for the front door, grabbing your bag in the process. "Just wait until you come home- then you'll pay for that!"
You sure hoped so, it would be the only thought getting you through the rest of your day.
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I just miss Benjamin and Logan. That is all.
Hi Dani!! Hope you're doing well!!
I miss them, too. Especially Logan. I have no idea when I'll be able to return to those stories, but I do firmly intend to... someday. Core Drive WILL get finished if it's the last thing I ever do.
I don't have anything new to share for either Benj or Logan, but I did just find this in my cutting room file - a scene that never made it into CD from the morning after you met Logan at that wedding:
He’s still here. You had the thought before you could even open your eyes, the sunlight still managing to wake you through your closed lids. He...His scent hit you as you inhaled through your nose, and while it wasn’t as strong as it was when he’d draped his jacket around your shoulders the night before, it was almost more intoxicating to smell his cologne on his skin, muted by the sheets. He didn’t leave. Thought he’d- Your thoughts short circuited as you felt his touch slide over your hip and behind you to press to the small of your back, his fingers splaying out to palm your curves. Eyes flying open as your heart started pounding, you saw that his were still closed, saw that his breathing was still quiet and relaxed, even as he pulled himself closer to your body. He’s still asleep, he doesn’t realize that he-
“You tryin’ to leave this bed anytime soon?” You held your breath as he asked the question, his voice muffled by the pillow and still thick with sleep. Oh, shit. “You kickin’ me out?” Logan opened his eyes, narrowing them at you as he adjusted the arm he had beneath his pillow. Could anyone? Has anyone?
It got cut because I decided not to include the scene in the flashbacks, but it still very much happened in my HC for the story, so do with that what you will. ;)
Thanks for dropping by, Dani!!!
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