#AND NOW THAT I THINK ABOUT IT IM LIKE... 'OH NO WHAT WILL I DO IF I ADMIT IT WHAT WILL HAPPEN TO MY REPUTATION!! ILL BE CRINGE!!' and like.

[mooningningg]

notes, im rlly picky with the requests but honestly thank you guys! but this one was @sadrna such a fun scenario!

★ Roommate!Sukuna experiences a pregnancy scare.

You didn’t knock. You never did.

That alone should’ve been Sukuna’s first red flag.

The second red flag? You walked into his room holding your phone like it had personally threatened your entire bloodline. Hair a mess, hoodie too big — his hoodie, actually — and a look on your face that screamed do not fuck with me.

“Hey,” you said, voice weirdly even. “I’m late.”

Sukuna, lying half-naked on his bed in sweats, barely glanced up from his phone. “Yeah, no shit. I’ve been waiting on the sushi you promised—”

“Not late like that,” you snapped.

He finally looked at you. Really looked. And blinked.

“Oh,” he said.

Oh.

The word dropped like a boulder in the middle of the room.

You stared at each other. One heartbeat. Two. Then he sat up slowly, phone forgotten on the mattress, and scrubbed a hand over his face.

“You’re serious?”

“I’m not playing, Sukuna.” You crossed your arms, pacing like a caged animal. “I’ve been, like—craving weird things, and I’ve been nauseous for three days—”

“You’re always nauseous. You eat gas station ramen like it’s gourmet.”

“And I want mochi. Like every day. Don’t you think that’s weird?!”

He gave you a look.

“You crave mochi every other week.”

“Yeah, but I want it more now. Like emotionally.”

He looked like he was buffering. “How the fuck do you emotionally crave—”

“I’m telling you I might be pregnant and you’re grilling me about snack cravings?!”

Sukuna stood. Not dramatically — just slow, like he wasn’t quite sure how to stand anymore. His mouth opened, closed, then opened again.

“I mean—fuck. Are you sure?”

“I don’t know! That’s why I’m here!”

There was a long pause. Then Sukuna did something you didn’t expect.

He nodded. Just once. Then he scratched the back of his neck, exhaled hard, and said, “Alright. We’ll get a test.”

You blinked. “What?”

“Test,” he said again. “I’ll drive. The CVS near 4th still opens late, yeah? You don’t have to go alone.”

That was all. No shouting. No blaming. Just a slightly pink flush in his ears and a suddenly gentle tone.

“…You’re not freaking out?” you asked, arms still folded like a shield.

He rolled his eyes. “Why the fuck would I freak out?”

“Because you don’t even believe in using a hamper, Sukuna.”

He gave a short laugh, heading to grab a hoodie and his wallet. “Yeah, well. Hampers are for weak men. Babies are different.”

That shouldn’t have made you smile. But it did.

As he shoved his feet into his sneakers, he glanced at you again.

“You okay?” he asked.

You shrugged. “Not really.”

“Well, shit,” he muttered, brushing past you and pulling you by the wrist so you’d follow. “Then hurry up. Let’s get answers before you spiral into full psychosis.”

You glared. “You’re such a dick.”

He smirked. “You still let me hit raw though.”

“You’re literally the reason I might have a gremlin growing inside me.”

“I am the gremlin,” he corrected.

Later, after CVS. After awkward jokes in the aisle. After a tense drive and three whole minutes of pacing in the bathroom while he waited outside the door.

You stepped out slowly, holding the plastic stick like it was a grenade.

He looked up at you. “Well?”

“…Negative.”

Sukuna leaned against the wall, exhaled, and let his head thunk back. “Jesus.”

You stared at the test. Then him. Then the floor. “You’re disappointed.”

He scoffed. “What the fuck? No, I’m—just. Processing.”

“You are disappointed.”

“I’m not!”

“…You thought the baby would look like you.”

“Shut up.”

You cracked a smile.

And for a beat, in the thick silence between too many almosts and too much tension, he said, “You sure you're okay?”

You nodded. “Yeah.”

Then you turned to walk back to your room.

“Hey,” he said, just before you closed the door.

You looked over your shoulder. “Yeah?”

“…You still want mochi?”

You paused. “Actually… yeah.”

He shoved his keys in his pocket. “C’mon, then. My treat. For, y’know—surviving your meltdown.”

You rolled your eyes, but your lips curved upward anyway.

And as you walked out together — bickering, exhausted, weirdly… closer — Sukuna muttered under his breath,

“Emotionally craving mochi. What the fuck.”

You didn’t let it go the whole ride there.

notes, nooo cause let me tell you this is one of the scariest things i've experienced in my liiifeee.

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[lostintransist]

Rudy. Fucking. Told.

Either him or Alejandro told Lieutenant Sanderson of your "death bed confession" as he called it when he first asked you about it. Fuckers. You were going to send them the nastiest coffee beans you could find.

"Hey," Roach grabbed you by the arm, turning you back towards him instead of letting you continue down the drab hall. "Talk to me."

Heaving out a sigh you let your face fall from the neutral smile you had trained to live there.

"What do we have to talk about, Bugs? I've told you I have nothing to say."

You couldn't call him Roach. When Soap had first heard you he laughed and pressed an elbow to Gaz's ribs.

"Called 'im bugs 'cause they're scared o' roaches."

They had laughed and you had glared.

"Simon is afraid of butterflies and Price can't stand spiders. Roaches are scary. Fuck off!"

Maria had snorted and glanced at Ghost. "Butterflies really?"

"They drink blood. They can live through nuclear bombs," he shrugs as if that explains it all.

"Alejandro pulled me aside before we left and told me what happened. About how Valeria's man said we weren't coming for you and you agreed with him before Rudy put him down." Roach's eyes punch you beneath his dark, furrowed brows.

Despite the hold he has on you the boots on your feet shift further back. "I don't have anything to say, Bugs. I don't want to talk about this, I nearly died—what a normal Tuesday for us all."

"Why did you think we wouldn't save you?" The hurt in his voice, as light as a descant played against the melody, is what did you in.

"Because you didn't!" The words roar out of you, all pent up anger and hurt rip through you. Nothing is left untouched. Like a dam breaking, the flow of words can't stop. "You didn't come for me! Los Vaqueros came for me and you know what? They managed it with a three man team."

Roach is still holding your arm, now more out of confusion than trying to pause you. Stepping forward, his elbow bends. Ripping your body from his grasp, your words keep picking up debris as they head for lower ground.

"I talked to Rudy afterwards. The five man team Price ran to get Maria? Unnecessary. You all could have taken it with two men. But no! I love Maria, I do. She is amazing and a perfect fit for the team." Your volume is growing. Trying to adjust it now will trigger the bomb of tears and you can't afford that to happen. Not now. "But not once have I ever truly felt a part of this team and the fact not a single fucking one of you could stand losing Maria, but could lose me? Fuck me, I guess. I am always the one left behind! Do you know how many times I have been left at the bar? Or nearly left behind on ops for that matter?"

The floodwaters take out the bridge, tearing it clear from its abutments as you continue. Roach can't cut in. Confused horror paints his face, watching as people and things wash away.

"Six! I stopped going to the bar because every-fucking-time I get left behind. 'Oh they'll catch up!' or 'They already left!' or no one even notices I didn't make it back to base! But god forbid someone else steps outside for a smoke. Then? Then it's 'oh where is Soap? Can't leave him here' or 'Roach is visiting the head.' I don't go to the bar with the team anymore because all it does is remind me that no one wants me to be a part of the team. The last time it happened?" You voice breaks. You push forward, repeating your last question before saying more. "I had gone to the bar to get another round for everyone and came back to an empty table."

The waters are swallowing you now. Creaking in your voice and slipping into your nose causing it to run.

"One mistake nearly a year ago and you all still treat me like I don't exist. You wanna know what really happened that day, Gary?" You cough once, hard into your hand to clear the phlegm from your throat. "I couldn't take the shot because there was a man, a man who looked exactly like you. The idea I might have taken you out instead? I froze. Come to find out it was your brother. My mistake of caring about you so much it makes my heart hurt led to me being pushed out in all but paperwork and the death of four-hundred and sixty-two people."

One sip of air is all you get before the trees ripped from the earth pin you under the water as it continues to move.

"So, no, Gary. I really don't want to talk about it."

Walking away from the gas fire the flood of your emotions started is easier than it should have been. Gary stood frozen. His mouth hung agape on his face as you walked away, wiping at the tears streaming down your face with a pulled down sleeve.

Fuck.

Maybe you should put in those transfer papers that have been taking up space in your brain and on your desk for the past six months.

A/N: OOOW. Well damn. That hurt.

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The cold metal touched you forehead.

"They aren't coming," the words are flavored with an accent and the pleasure of your pain.

The team didn't want you, not like they wanted Maria.

Maria, who served savagely and drank wildly. Maria, who could be called stoic and was everything expected of a member of Task Force 141. Maria, who they wanted, who they would save when presented the choice. Maria... Maria... Maria who was your friend and you hoped to the gods beyond the stars they reached in time.

You were nothing like Maria, bright and full of laughter. You fought with the devil at your back but one mistake (and not meeting the visual standard of a special forces soldier) had damned you to a lonesome death.

"I know," the wretched whisper, acknowledged everything that could no longer be ignored.

When the bang of a gun rang out, you flinched—it wasn't your body that fell.

[jamglii]

❀ pro-turned-dog! — bnha

incl / katsuki bakugo

warn /

note /

thinking about a quirk that accidentally hits your pro-hero crush, bakugou except you didn't know it was him untill after he transforms back.

things seem to be going well for the man, you seem sweet, pretty talkative but maybe it was like that for all dog owners.

all he needed to do was wait untill the quirks wore off and he's be back to normal sooner or later.

"ya' know you remind me alot of one my favorite pro-hero's ever, wanna guess who?" your eyes practically sparkled when you began talking, now his attention was focused.

"dynamight, ugh, he's just so cool I wish I could meet him one day."

bakugou choked on his spit in dog form, causing you to immediately start checking up on him, "oh shit, are you alright?" your hands were under his ears, rubbing the pain away while simultaneously embarrassing him more.

it shouldn't have been that shocking, he was the number 5 hero after all, it'd be more shocking to say someone else.

the thought did nothing to calm his mind.

"here have some water." you placed a small round bowl in front of him which he gladly lapped up.

it was either this or the humiliating task of trying to drink from a normal waterbottle and failing miserably.

the second night katsuki was there you'd unknowingly complimented the man so much he ran out of the room, he almost wished the quirk had docked his intelligence with it, you were just so passionate and it was starting to get to him.

the third night you'd tried to take your clothes off im front of him and katsuki almost hit himself trying to escape the bathroom.

the fourth night you'd somehow conviced the kan to sleep in your bed, bad idea. he woke up wrapped in you arms unable to stop himself from cuddling you closer, thst was untill you woke up screaming and practically shoving him out the door.

when katsuki came knocking the next day you wanted to cry, all thoes things you said about him.

what you didn't expect was a little note containing his number and and invite to dinner.

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[tobesolnelyx]

Fratboy Shauna who is starts talking to reader and is genuinely concerned with readers protein intake 😭 and starts bringing her the most insane foods to eat because of it? Has a conversation with reader about how her eating simple carbs and her energy being low makes sense. Just the most insane nutrition nonsense 😭 fully tries to reinvent girl dinners to make them more balanced. Probably even convinced the other girls to help her sneak protein into your plate or whatever, for some reason i just think Shauna would be the one who’d be so intense about it and endearing maybe the more she goes out of her way the more she’s realizing she’s into reader

a/n: im sorry, but this made me giggle. I SEE THE VISION THO, so here it is

Shauna looked up from her phone just in time to see you sit down at the table. The spoonful of her protein oatmeal, stuffed with God knows what, froze midair. She frowned, watching as you heavily placed your bowl of cereal on the table beside her. She glanced around, as if to make sure everyone saw the crime against humanity you were committing, but Natalie was too busy devouring yesterday’s pizza. Jackie was sprawled out with her notes across from you, and Lottie was watching some dumb video on YouTube.

Shauna sighed in frustration.

“What are you doing?” she asked, grimacing slightly. No one even looked up. Only you frowned and responded with a snort.

“Eating breakfast,” you replied, not quite understanding what her problem was this time. You ate this almost every day like some kind of ritual before classes. You were probably in the frat house more than anyone else, steadily clearing out their fridge. No one can blame you though.

“You call that breakfast?” Shauna raised her eyebrows, nodding toward your bowl of cereal. Now Jackie looked up, scanning the scene in front of her, but apparently decided it wasn’t worth her attention.

“Shauna, I eat this almost every day, what’s your problem now…?” you began, sighing. Typical. Shauna finding problems where there aren’t any.

“Exactly,” she said, gesturing toward your bowl before shoveling another spoonful of oatmeal into her mouth. “That’s the problem. That doesn’t even look like breakfast.”

Silence fell. Broken only by sounds from Lottie’s phone and the crinkle of the pizza box. You turned around as if to check whether this was some kind of joke.

Shauna was dead serious. Ugh.

“Nat is literally eating pizza,” you said in your defense. Nat finally looked up, still chewing a piece in her mouth. Shauna let out a frustrated growl, quickly swallowing another mouthful of oatmeal.

“But it’s Nat,” she gestured, as if that explained anything. Nat looked at her like Shauna just insulted her.

“What do you mean ‘but it’s Nat’?” she grumbled, clearly displeased. Lottie snorted under her breath. Shauna rolled her eyes and pointed at you, speaking as if to an idiot.

“It means you’re not her,” she clarified. Very thoroughly.

Nat blinked. Once. Then again.

“I know I’m not her,” she raised her hands in a defensive gesture, her voice an octave higher. “So what, not being her means I don’t deserve your dietary advice?” she scoffed. More teasing Shauna than anything.

“Nothing’s gonna help you anyway,” Shauna shot back immediately, tired of the exchange. “Anyway, what I mean is…”

“Och, come on,” Nat swallowed the last bit of her pizza and stepped closer with her face still stuffed, smacking her lips. She looked at your cereal bowl, inspecting it. “Looks like breakfast to me. Yeah, Lot?”

Lottie glanced at the now kind of soggy cereal. Compared it to Shauna’s oatmeal, as Shauna was now leaning over you in frustration.

“Well, I mean… it could be better. I guess,” she finally said, looking around the table. Jackie shot a glance that said she was trying to figure out why a cereal debate was unfolding in front of her.

“Exactly!” Shauna immediately perked up again. “You’re not eating the way you should be.”

“Oh, please,” you scoffed, leaning back in your chair. Nat playfully poked your forehead. “Unlike you, I don’t go to the gym. I don’t have to eat… all that,” you muttered.

Shauna leaned in even closer. Her muscles showed through the tight, black T-shirt.

“The point is to eat healthy. More… protein, fiber, and shits. You always complain about being tired,” Shauna pressed again, now clearly deciding she was your personal dietitian. “It’s because you don’t eat right,” she muttered, frustrated.

“Since when do you care?” you sighed, starting to eat your cereal, but Shauna was already sliding her oatmeal bowl toward you.

“Since now,” she muttered like a sulky child.

“She’s got a point. Kind of,” Jackie admitted without even looking up.

“Seriously?” you groaned, looking around the group. Nat just shrugged and gave you a flick on the forehead before walking off. “Thanks, coach,” you murmured sarcastically and Lottie snorted.

Ochhh, imaginee. Shauna deciding, just because, that she was going to change your eating habits. She started packing you lunches for classes. High protein ones that looked way worse than they tasted. She got obsessed with making you protein shakes and prepping your dinners. And when one of the frats came home, the air would be filled with the smell of food though she usually only made portions for the two of you.

“Fucking asshole,” Lottie mumbled, smacking Shauna lightly on the back of the head. Shauna just adjusted the arm wrapped around you and pulled you closer to her chest. Her eyes stayed glued to the laptop screen where the two of you were watching a movie.

“Are you full?” she asked, and when you nodded, a kiss landed on your forehead.

“Good.”

And if anyone asked her why she cared so much? Just because. Definitely not because she cared about you. Definitely not.

[kenyummy]

jasons selective hearing turning on everytime he has a conversation with spidey 🥹🥹🥹

IT DOES!!! IT REALLY DOES!!!

jason will NOT listen to a thing he doesn't want to (even if he really needs to) hear! maybe a word or two will get through to him, but it'll likely be a very drastic type of sentence like you dying or getting hurt, ikely pairing with something about his fault etc.

which obviously sounds bad out of context... but that's the thing. there IS context, but jason just doesn't want to hear it. all he hears is either the best or the absolute WORST of what you say, and it's so, so frustrating.

spidey: you can't keep acting like this just because you feel bad! it doesn't matter if you hover over me or not, and you can't expect to follow me around 24/7. i survived by myself for almost six years and I've been fine! what makes you think I'm unable to protect myself now?

jason: six years... i abandoned you for so long—we need to spend time together to mend our relationship. im so glad you agree 🥹🥹

ofc this is very exaggerated... but you get the gist. this probably plays into jasons HEAVY abandonment issues and he just can't believe he's become the thing he hated most... so he's just so desperate to make it up to you

... even if you very clearly do NOT want it. oh well. not like you can deter him with your words, anyway. he's just a committed big brother.

[hermajestythesun]

okay so this is my theory as to why john and paul worked well as a duo bc yk. i’m obviously a psychic who knows everything and can make these assumptions despite seemingly minimal evidence…

- in paul’s case, we have an emotionally distant / abusive father who is unreliable and mother who had to overcompensate to support the men in her family (though this often meant being dismissive about emotional matters). his mother dies when he is 14 and he never gets any time to say goodbye. this destroys his already emotionally unstable father and forces paul into a parentified position. life becomes more about survival and maintenance than truly existing, feeling, and enjoying oneself. this makes paul appear cold and guarded, despite him being a heavy feeler. additionally, paul resents the masculinity he grows up with but ultimately does not know how to live without conforming to heteronormativity. this makes paul constantly battle his own desires and thoughts.

- john grows up without his father and surrounded by female figures. while aunt mimi is a dependable and loving caretaker, she is incredibly harsh and stern regarding certain matters, as well as tough and unyielding. he remains in contact with his erratic mother who is more like a friend than a familial figure, and she also dies when john is a teenager. so, despite having a guardian, john has to learn how to be independent and reliant on self. he also lacks strong masculine figures, and while dependent on women, he struggles to make a gendered identity for himself (keep in mind this is like the 50s). this combined with heavy childhood trauma results in somebody who wants to be better, but often lashes out violently and unpredictably.

together, the binaries of gender, love, and partnership got blurred in favor and benefit of the other:

- paul reestablished that maternal care john needed and missed. paul would help john cook, clean, calm down, and wake up without ever infringing upon john’s own autonomy. this was especially good for john because paul was NOT a woman. in fact, paul was younger than john and even looked up to john as a guiding figure. this wifely role taken on by paul as well as his “effeminate” display of manhood, fame, wealth, and partnership allowed john to feel like he had somebody he could be vulnerable with while not being controlled by that person.

- in fact, i would argue that john took on more of a parental role in many ways and served as an emotional regulator for paul. paul, who has a brain that moves a million miles per minute, often internally panics at any perceived threats (ex. regarding money, abandonment, etc). i think paul even struggles to understand his own feelings half of the time because of how regularly he had to suppress them. john hardly needed words to understand paul; instead, john was able to read paul in an almost intuitive way and understand paul’s actions for what they were rather than how paul wanted them to be understood (ex. john never buying into paul’s “oh im totally fine” act, and john knowing how to calm paul down even when paul seemed impossible). i don’t think john gets enough credit in this regard. for once, not only did paul now have somebody who was willing to do anything for him, protect him, defend him, stand up for others on his behalf, inspire him to be more independent, etc., but paul could exist and be understood in ways i doubt other people were able to do at all.

together, paul was able to play into the more feminine role he subconsciously took on and provide love to somebody who loved him back the same amount (if not more), and john was able to convey a more subdued masculine version of himself that was fully dependent on paul’s need for john’s affection and presence.

anyway. i have 0 evidence to provide for any of this tbh. it’s just kind of the vibe i get from things i see/read, and it’s a bit ballsy to make all of them assumptions without a true basis for them LOL. also i had ten minutes to write this so i apologize for any typos or weird sentences or whatever !!

[bahrtofane]

home is where the heart is

Hiccup x run away princess! Reader

in which you’re thousands of miles away from your home you fled. Now calling the edge home after months of tracking the dragon master till you were face to face with a man no older then yourself, with round eyes and a need to figure you out.

But whispers travel fast on the wind, disturbing everything you’ve built for yourself.

Word count - 4.4k+

Watch it - some angst w happy ending dw

Im binge watching race to the edge can u tell

On most days Hiccup barely has the time to think. 

There's so much to do, so much to be done. There's always more waiting for him. Go do his rounds, come back and deal with the endless squabbling that never ends, go out again and add more watch towers, do a lap around the island, patrol the neighboring ones, come back and yell some more till everyone listens, see who actually did what he asked of them, eat dinner and pray they listen to his new list of things to do for the next day. Rinse and repeat. 

And yet at the end of a day, when his bones ache and muscles are sore. Stiff and aching from the hours hunched over toothless, he’s glad he has you. 

He doesn’t know how to properly say it, not yet at least. He’s never been good with words in a way that really matters. Always failing him, never making it past more than a faint breath past his lips as the words fade into the wind. He wishes he could be more like the twins, pushing past any judgment and saying whatever they wish when they wish. But he is not them, and instead he tells you he’s happy that you’ve made the edge a home. 

He remembers the day you came to them. You had come searching for him specifically, begging for the knowledge that no one around you had. Which was funny considering you arrived on your own dragon. A desert wraith. Not many of those around here. 

Rmel is a dragon so unlike any he’s ever seen. Tidal class, yet completely content out of the water. He thrives in the sand. Burying deep into it. Breathing with it. You two complement each other. 

Here you are months later, with your own modest hut on the edge and more knowledge than you could have ever hoped for. And a few scars for your troubles. But it's a good life. 

Unfortunately, your time comes to an end and you have to go back to your home soon. Your real home. Hiccup has forgotten what it’s like around here without you. But it’s not your place to call your own. It's time to pack up and head out. If not for you, for Rmel. 

That's what you will continue to tell yourself. To avoid the trouble of thinking about your actions. 

—--

Hiccup finds you laying on the sand, watching the clouds as they roll in. 

“Hey there stranger.” He calls out, slipping off Toothless is one smooth motion.

You smile, sitting up and patting the sand off you. Rmel is half buried in it. But beach sand can never replace his true habitat. Can't replace what you’ve left behind. 

“Hey Hiccup.” you watch as Rmel comes out of the sand to say hello to Toothless, jumping up and down as they play. 

He takes a seat next to you, sighing softly. “You know, your hut will always be here.” an invitation. Stay please, he wants to say. 

You smile, "I know. But I have been away for too long. It’s not good for him.” It's not my place to stay. 

“I understand.” I don’t, don't go. 

But does he? No, not really. No one here does.

Oh well. 

—--

“Are you sure? You've made your own home here.” Astrid says, handing you a pile of metal as you sort through the store house. 

“What else is there for me to do? Rmel needs the desert, and I miss my home.” a white lie. The words home betray you as you say them, what is your home at this rate. 

“I know but- it’s nice having you around. We all think so.” she tries. And it only tugs at your heart. 

“I have my own duties.” 

“You and Hiccup are the same, you know. Always thinking of the people before yourselves. “ 

You shrug, “it’s the duty my birth has assigned to me.” a well repeated mantra that's been hammered into you for longer than you can remember. If you dare to reap the benefits of your birth, you must answer its calls. You mustn’t ignore your duties. 

How silly considering you ran away from them, only to regret it all on an island thousands of miles away from everything you know. 

You don't tell Astrid this, you tell no one. Instead you finish setting the mental scraps in the corner, old weapons in other. On to the next task. 

Astrid doesn’t say much more. Not thinking too deeply into the words

—-

“Fishlegs!!” A yell comes from above. You crane your neck to watch as Snotlout comes barreling into his hut, screaming as if all hell broke loose. 

You hold back and laugh as you watch Hiccup groan so loudly it wakes Toothless up next to him. He marches up to the hut, yelling obscenities and waving his arms around wildly. 

“What is going on?” Heather muses, back from patrol, sunkissed and watching the spectacle unfold fondly. 

“Oh Hiccup is going to kill Snotlout.” Ruffnut replies, flipping through a modest pile of sheep hide. 

“Thats nice..” she takes her leave, heading to her own hut and waving everyone a collective goodbye.

You sigh, leaning back in your chair farther, trying to make out if Hiccup is punching Snotlout or biting his ear off. Could be either or honestly. You'll miss this. 

—

You get knocked out of the sky during a training drill, Rmel isn't fast enough and you end up in the water. Thankfully close enough to swim to shore. 

“Thank you Rmel! All that training and you can't catch me from the sky!” you yell, fist in the air. 

Hiccup flies down with Rmel by his side. He bites back a smile as you wring your clothes out. Your dragon is indifferent, watching you grumble. 

“Dont even.” you warn.

He laughs anyway, “Im sorry im sorry!” 

You sigh, "I'm going to hide your leg then who will laugh.” 

It only makes him laugh harder as you stomp up to him, waving a finger in his face. “You will be the next in the water just wait.”

The laughs sputter and die in his throat as he looks at you with wide eyes. Watching the water droplets drip from your eye lashes, down to your lips. Where his eyes become fixated on. Unable to look away. 

You turn on your heel to scold your dragon. Ignoring him. 

Hiccup thinks you just might be the most gorgeous thing he's ever seen. More than a sunset at Berk, more than when the clouds give way to clear skies. More than anything at all. 

It hits him all at once really, the sinking realization that these really are the last few times he will be able to look at you like that. 

—

“Oh well today is ‘everyone hates Hiccup’ day then!” comes a shout from the armory. 

You turn to investigate, peeking inside and finding a very exasperated Hiccup on his knees digging through piles of weapons. 

“What are you doing?” you close the door behind you. 

“Oh, I'm glad to see you. Do you have any spare iron ore? I would say I'm on my last leg but it fell into the ocean." He points to his stump.

“I do not. But fishless does. Need a hand?” you offer your hand and he gladly takes it. Steadying himself as you wrap his arms around you for better support. Guiding him out of the armory and to his precious iron ore. 

You try not to pay attention too closely to the details. The curl of his fingers where they rest cautiously on your hip. His steady breathing. Just how close your faces are. Why did it have to be Hiccup? Beautiful smart Hiccup. 

You would use your dragon, but you sent Rmel off to play on the beach for the afternoon. Go figure when you really need him huh. 

“Thanks again.” Hiccup mumbles, trying to concentrate and walking with only one foot. 

“No problem.” you hum. 

You get to fishlegs, even if your hands are clammy and face warmer then it was where you entered that storage room. 

Fishlegs only squints but takes Hiccup inside. Well you know what everyone's going to talk about at dinner. 

—--

“Go after her, or watch her fly away.” Heather says, watching Hiccup work on his newest creation. Well its more a hunk of gronkle iron right now but not the point. 

Hiccup can only sigh. “I can’t force anyone to stay here.” Hammering away at his work. 

“Yes, but you also can’t say anything.” Heather tries. 

“Why not. It's easy.” he grunts. “ I can go about my life,” thwap goes the hammer,  Settle down and forget.” the hot sizzle of coal echoes. 

“But will you truly forget? You aren't the most subtle Hiccup. Trust me.” she crosses her arms, raising a brow. 

Hiccup stops to look up at her, brows furrowed. 

Is he really that obvious? 

—-

“I heard you're leaving.” Snotlout says. Watching you get ready for one of your last patrols. 

“Not right now.” you mumble, tightening your girth and checking your buckles. 

“I know.” 

You don't say much more. Putting a few rations of food into a satchel. Scratching Rmell behind the ears for his good behavior. Should be everything. You hoist yourself up on the saddle, watching Snoutlout cross his arms. 

“Listen I know its breaking your heart to part from this much viking manliness-” 

You tsk. 

“But think about sticking around some. You know, it'll be cool.” 

You don't reply. Curling your fingers into the reins and taking flight. You don't look back, if you would you'd see Hiccup peek from around the corner, shaking his head while Snotlout shrugs. 

“I tried!” 

“Really Snotlout because she didn't seem to listen to a single ‘manly viking’ thing you had to say.” 

“You talk to her Hiccup why send me come on.” he storms off, muttering under his breath. 

In hindsight sending in Snotlout probably wasn't the best idea. But he was the only one available. 

Hiccup really does need to talk to you. 

—-

“When do you leave?” is the first thing Hiccup says to you when you're back from patrolling. 

You look around to an empty room “Where is everyone?” 

“Back on Berk. Picking up supplies.” 

“Okay,” you hop off your saddle, “I'm leaving in 2 weeks.” Undoing the girth and sliding the saddle from Rmel who rumbles in happiness. “I know buddy I know. Feels good huh.” you mumble into his neck, resting your head against him. 

“You always take his saddle off?” you're reminded Hiccup is in the same room. You've been trying to avoid him. 

“Of course I do. Don't you think it would be uncomfortable if you had to wear it 24/7?”

“Well yes but what if you need to get in the air fast.” 

“Then I'll ride him with no saddle. You complicate things, you know that Hiccup.”

“So I've been told.” he sighs. “Listen, I'm serious about you staying. We could use the extra dragon, and it looks like you could use a place to call home too.”

“I have a home Hiccup. This isn't my home.” You wave to the space around you. “You aren't my people, you don't speak the same tongue, you don't have the same way of life, I'm not one of you I will never be.”  don't make this harder then it is. 

The words sting, but he presses on. “Nonsense, you're always welcome here you know that.” 

“Listen, I know you need all the dragon ridders you can get around here but my people need me. You're not the only one with a father who leaves big shoes to fill.”

“I didn't know im-”

“I’d prefer if no one knows okay. I have my duties as do you. And mine are to return. Please don't ask me to stay again.” 

“Okay.” he gives in, nodding softly. 

—-

“You and Hiccup huh.” Astrid teases. 

You are both out patrolling. Spending 2 days doing the rounds before going back to the edge. They're using you while they can before you leave it seems. You don't blame them. 

You groan. “No! There's nothing going on.”

“Right right.. Sure.” she hums, nodding along. 

“Oh come on I haven't even been here that long. Besides, aren't you guys like, you know an item.”

She laughs, clutching her stomach while trying not to lose balance off of Stormfly. “No. I kissed him once or twice sure when we were kids but he’s not exactly my type.”

You roll your eyes, clutching onto your reins. “Sure sure.” 

—

“Youre seriously leaving? But we've made so much progress with the book!” Fishlegs says at dinner. 

You try not to let your eye twitch. “Yes. I'm sorry but I have to.” 

“Whose leaving.” Tuffnut says, wiping his head to you. 

“Leaving who?” Ruffnut echoes. 

You groan, putting your hands in your head. “Me. I'm leaving. It's me.”

“It is because she smells like fish. It's okay I'd leave if we didn't ride the same dragon.” Tuffnut nods. 

“Shes leaving because you never stop talking.” His sister rolls her eyes. “You can't go wrong smelling like fish anyway.” 

“No she's leaving because you guys are annoying," Snotlout says.

“No really please reconsider, for the book! It just needs a little more and we can even make a second edition.” Fishlegs tries again. 

“Guys enough.” Astrid tries, but it falls on deaf ears as everyone begins to debate the reason for you leaving. 

“She doesn't have to tell anyone, guys.” Hiccup says, but it gets drowned out by the rising voices. 

“I left but came back, maybe she's doing the same.” Heather shrugs. 

Everyone's voices overlap at once, giving you a migraine. You get up, shoving your chair in harshly, taking your dinner with you and leaving. 

“Geez someone's upset.” 

“Shut up Snotlout.”

—

Hiccup follows you. Of course he does. He comes to your hut, banging on the door and not taking your go aways as an answer. 

“Im not leaving!” he shouts from the door. 

You're crying. You don't know why but you're crying. Tears streaming down your face as you watch the moon rise from your window. 

Why must things become so complicated? Why are you so far from everything you know just for the chance and feeling in control for once in your life? 

You did everything asked of you, and now for just the start of freedom you are forced to pay dearly. 

The shouts and knocking stops, and a part of you wishes he would've tried harder. But you are too hard headed, cold hearted and mean it means for anyone to want to try harder for you. All you care about is chasing a feeling you dreamt up in the corner of your room as a child. Sticking your hands under the sun to feel a warmth that can not be replicated. 

You should leave now, no? 

—--

You manage to get Rmel ready in record time, slipping out the back of your hut and taking flight with blurry vision and a heavy heart. What you don't see is a night furry hot on your tail. 

“Stop! Don't leave now!” Hiccup's voice sounds from behind you. 

You wipe the tears from your face, slowing down till he flies beside you. “What do you want, Hiccup? Just let me leave. “ 

“Come on, I'm sorry for the way they acted, but don't make any rash decisions.” 

“There's nothing more to decide. I'm on my way home. “

“No you're not.” 

You turn to look at him with enough furry to knock him out of the sky. “Dont tell me what to do Hiccup.” 

“Im not trying to!” 

You glare at him, “That's exactly what you're doing.”

“You don't have all your things, your girth isn't tightened. You're slipping right and you haven't noticed. Just- come back so we can get you properly sorted out.” He pleads. 

“I don't care.” 

“Dont do anything you will regret.” he tries. 

You look down, your center of balance is off. Your girth is hanging open, you're missing a lot of equipment honestly. It's not worth running Rmel to the ground to prove a point. You fly in silence for 10 minutes before you stop. 

“Just you.” you mumble. “I don't want anyone else to see me.”

He smiles. “Then no one will. You have my word.”

Silently you follow Hiccup back to the edge, landing back to your hut. 

—-

You work in silence refitting your saddle, tying your knots and double checking everything. Toothless is half asleep while Rmel fights off his own exhaustion. All the patrolling has really given him a run for his money. 

Hiccup is on the other side of him, fitting a satchel to his underbelly. 

You can't leave now, you risk him falling out of the sky. 

“Hiccup, stop. I can't leave now.” you mumble softly. 

He looks up at you so tenderly it's as if you're the moon. Shining his way.  “Okay.” 

So he helps you take everything off. Setting it in the corner and letting Rmel go to bed. “I should take Toothless to bed.” 

“Come back after?”

He perks up.” I will.” 

—-

He comes back as promised. Sitting in your one chair while you sit criss-cross in yours, now in your pjs. 

“What made you change your mind?” he picks at his fingers. 

“Rmel, you. He’s in no shape to fly all the way home. I would be cruel to ask him that.” 

He hums, “You don't owe me an explanation, but why do you need to go back?” 

“I need to go back to get married, Hiccup.”

Silence. 

“It’s my duty to my people. You understand as the son of the chief. Our roles are so much different to everyone around us. And mine is to marry well. To bridge gaps through alliances. I have studied my whole life for this, and I finally feel ready to actually do it.”

You bite back the feeling of a lie. 

You escaped the first engagement, your intention was to stay here. Far away from where anyone could find you. But with news of a brewing war between your home and that of your ex fiance, you are the only hope to end the budding violence. 

You crave freedom more than you can ever express. And you got it with Rmel, but as everything in this life, it costs a price. A hefty one of war. You can not live while your home becomes painted in bloodshed. All because you wanted something more. You wanted to be selfish. 

The neighboring prince is pig-headed, stubborn, with very little interests outside of ruling. But if it means saving your people then so be it. You were promised to him and you ran. Now you answer to war. 

“That's not the real reason is it?” he whispers. 

You look away. “What is it to you?”

“I care about you. You've been here for just about a year you think I'd just let you loose without trying to understand.”

You sigh. “It's complicated.”

“Everything in life is.” he tries, getting up and taking a seat right next to you. Hand on your knee. He’s warm, radiating heat that feels closer to the feeling of sunbathing on a cool fall day. Closer to the one you've been chasing. 

“I’ll tell you about it some time.” you rest a hand on top of his, smiling softly.  “Thank you Hiccup. Really.” you give him a chast kiss on the cheek. And he blooms pink like a tulip in May. 

“Of course. I'll let you sleep.” he slips out of your door and you try to sleep. But your worst fear is coming true. Falling for another while on your way to go home and get married to end a possible war. 

What a life you live. 

—-

You tell Hiccup, you tell him everything. It becomes too much. 

“I have to go back. Too many will die and it will be on my hands.” You confess, huddled in the corner of his room. 

“How do you know it's true?” his face is grim, hand on your shoulder while you pour your heart out. 

“I have an inside man, my cousin who's been keeping in correspondence.”

“And you trust him?” 

“With my life.” 

Hiccup shakes his head, “verify the information before you leave. Any can be a trap. Trust me.”

“How? Go all the way there to see if it's a war and then come back?” your shoulders sag, eyes narrowing. 

“No. We’ll ask Johan. He’s been south.” 

Johan. Oh you know him. Who doesn't. 

—-

“Ah Princ-”

“Oh Johan, so good to see you too!” you interrupt him with a glare. 

He sighs. “Yes, very good to see you, this far north.” 

The other riders and Berkians are busy looking through his ship while you and Hiccup look for answers. 

“Any news from down south?” you ask. 

“Same old same old. Your father is furious at you leaving. But he’s sort of adopted a policy where you don't exist.” he strokes his beard thoughtfully. 

“Thats nice. And the war?” 

He blinks. “War. What war? With the mosquitos sure. But no bloodshed on that side of the sea as far as I know.” 

“Are you absolutely sure Johan?” Hiccup stresses. 

“Master Hiccup, what would I gain by lying? The young woman seeks to stay in Berk, that is her business. I continue my trade through her sea ports nonetheless.” 

—

Hiccup takes you for a ride with him, to clear your mind and give Rmel a break. 

“You know, when I first started flying I had this little cheat sheet for his tail.” he tells you fondly. 

You hum, arms wrapped around him and face pressed into his back. “How many times did you crash?”

“Honestly not that many. could have been way worse but we sorta just I don't know- clicked.”

“I knew Rmel since he was a weee hatchling. He used to play in our garden before he got too big.” you chuckle. 

“Yeah? I wonder what Toothless looked like as a baby.” Toothless whines at the mention of his name, shaking his head. 

“Hmm prolly a small little guy, less spines. Soft.” 

“Sounds about right.” he chuckles softly. 

“Knowing him for that long made it much easier to ride him. I was a friend.”

“Cant say the same for us.” he clicks his tongue.  “I shot him out of the sky.” he mutters. 

“Oh I've heard. Quite the coming of age story.” you tease. 

You feel him laugh, “that it is. What was yours? Coming of age story.”

“This is.”

He brings a hand to cup yours, letting Toothless cruise through the clouds with ease. Bringing your hand to his lips, pressing a chaste kiss. You're only making it worse for yourself. 

—--

“I have to go see for myself.” you tell Hiccup. 

He lets you go. Even though he knows if it is true, you won't come back. He helps you pack up, fingers brushing against yours and you tie your leather together. Buckling pieces and looping knots. 

“Thank you for everything Hiccup. If I don't come back-”

“Dont say that. Have faith.” He stops you before you can finish, holding your hands. 

“Do you?” you look at him, eyes searching his.

“I do.” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your lips. 

You part, looking into his eyes for the last time before you are set for the skies. For a home you fear will never be as you left it. 

—--

As your oasis town comes into view your heart drops in anticipation of the worst, but in the end you were right after all. It isn't the same, it will never be. 

The father you once treasured more than life itself tries to shoot you out of the sky the moment you are seen in the clouds. Standing from his perch on a watch tower commanding legions of the men who were sworn royal to you, now raising their arrows into the sky, right at you. That's okay. 

You manage to make it to your cousin's home. It's empty save for a few scrolls. When you open them your heart drops. 

His handwriting has been copied, word for word letter for letter. They've found out he was speaking to you. There lies a single note on the wall, marked with the nickname he used for you growing up. 

To my little princess. If you're reading this it means I too have long left. I will find you, do not fear. But your search for freedom has inspired more than you know. Until next time, little dragon.  

And Johan's words are confirmed. There is no war. It was all to get you back. It’s time to go back to the home you've been building. 

“Youre not my daughter you hear me! You're a pathetic excuse for a princess!” Your father roars, shooting any kind of weapon he can get his hands on. You only smile. Looking down at the people, safe and sound. Going about their days, even if their minds have been filled with hatred for you. It will heal in due time. 

Your brother, the oldest prince will take the throne, your sister will mary, and you will become like a phantom. Only spoken of on occasions that deem it a necessity. But your family has chosen their side. And it is not with you. 

You will never be a princess again. Gone are the days of lavish nights and slow mornings. Your wealth is reduced to nothing more than what you can carry. Once smooth hands now replaced with callused ones from holding reigns for hours on end. 

A completely reimagined version of yourself. One that dares to take what you yearn for.  Something that was almost taken from you. 

You hope the neighboring prince is having a horrible day. 

It's time to head back. After Rmel gets his fill of desert sand of course. 

—

You come back to the edge 4 months after you first left. Lights on and everyone is home for dinner. Perfect. 

A dramatic dismount is in order, diving from the sky and shooting a few shots. Heads peek out and shouting before it dissolves into shouts of joy, of cheers. 

“Miss me?” you don't have a second more to speak before everyone piles onto you for a hug. 

“Oh thank thor.” Hiccup sighs when you manage to break away from the pile. 

You laugh, loud and bright. “No war after all.” you hum. 

He kisses your lips, slotting them against yours as you hold into his arms desperately. You get a few fake gags but you only roll your eyes. It's good to be back. 

[rafeslvbug]

im reaaally loving your recent smau and the robin!reader <33 also curious on how do interactions with rafe and robin!reader goes

i. at her dad’s parties.

your eyes had drifted over to him too many times, always having to blink it back to focus on the conversation your dad’s business partner was having before your mom could lightly smack your arm. he was staring, blatantly. giving you a soft smile whenever you looked his way that caused a crimson blush to spread onto your cheeks.

then your mom suggests speaking to the camerons, and your dad agrees it’d be a good idea. but he does so, not without throwing you a look, because he knows– more than your mom– that you and the cameron boy have something going on. you don’t catch the glance. regardless, it was something you’d admit outright if you had to.

ward and your dad are deep in talk, finance and taxes. inflation and stock prices. rose and your mom discuss the upcoming galas, and you and rafe are standing off to the side. you’ve begun rambling about this bird whose wing had broken off by the lake, and rafe’s nodding along. though his eyes sit above your head, throwing glares at every judgemental person who’s listening into your conversation, horrified your mind isn’t filled to the brim with lace and the newest purse.

“rafe what are you looking at?” you rarely realise this type of thing, but you’ll notice anything about rafe. like you’ve studied him as well as those little insects on trees. your head whips around, eyes scanning over the people looking at you, and they keep going because you don’t see anything wrong with that.

rafe gently spins you back around to him, fingers hooking through the loop of the silk bow at the front of your dress. “just thinkin’ about how everyone here isn’t nearly as pretty as you,” he flatters, and you smile, accepting the compliment with as much grace as you can.

then you ask, blinking innocently up at him, “is the dress so pretty, that we can’t still go check up on that bird?”

rafe huffs out a laugh, “your mother’s gonna kill me if i take you.”

“well i’ll just go by myself otherwise,” you shrug, tilting your head up at him which he mocks.

“is she looking?” he mumbles out, and your eyes slip to the side before you subtly shake your hear. rafe breathes out a sigh, a moment of peace then he darts out the door, hand in hand with you.

ii. at the lake

(a. the party) his dress shoes trod over dried mud, rafe occasionally looking back to make sure you were okay in your high heels. but you were just fine. navigating through sticks and stilettos with ease, like it didn’t hurt. you dropped his hand, rushing forward towards the swing, hem brushing the ground. the bird was laying on it, wings tucked at it’s side. you were about to sit on the ground next to it, before rafe hastens to scoop you into his arm. “rafe!” you exclaim, trying to get out of the bridal hold while he sits down on the ground instead, gathering the fabric of your dress onto his trousers to protect them from the dirt. “i think i know how to sit by myself.” “oh definitely, but this dress i’m sure was expensive, and if i’m in trouble with my future in laws for helping you escape in the first place, i’m not trying to make shit worse,” he grumbles, arm around your back. letting you lean forward towards the wooden plank and injured bird, watching as you gently brush it’s feathers back.

(b. in general) you swung your legs from the branch you had perched yourself on, counting the ants in a line on the bark. “i don’t get it,” rafe groans, running a hand down his face. “you beg me to build a swing– i build the swing– now you don’t want the swing? you want to climb the tree!” his words travel through one ear and out of the other, too busy murmuring the numbers out loud. “nine….ten…..eleven..twe– did i count that one?” “what are you even saying?” he asks, looking up at you from his spot on the ground, palms faced up, hands out in surrender. “i’m counting the ants..but i need to start again!” you call back down, returning to the task as quickly as you can, because you never know if they’ll move. rafe’s face drops, rubbing his head as he sits down on the swing he made for you, waiting for you to finish your counting. “take your time, then.”

iii. random dialogues (bringing him a baked good)

“what is this?” rafe’s lip curls upwards when he opens the door. “a cherry pie!” you hold the dish out to him, little splatters of the cherry filling on the edge. “why the fuck have you brought me this?…no offence.” he adds. “well..my mom says baking for people might make them forgive me for my ignorance..so here!” rafe looks up at you confused, then softens. “you did nothing wrong, so no need for an apology or my forgiveness,” he mumbled, accepting the dish anyways, and tugging you inside along with it.

note: also tysm to that anon <3

[natsswife]

fwb nat x fem!reader

something silly i wrote while listening to naked in manhattan<3 also im literally out of inspo rn HELP send ideas or sum PLSS

summary: nat broke the silent agreement of not falling in love w u:((

cw: mention of drugs, kinda suggestive, kinda toxic nat(?, oblivious reader, lmk if i missed smth!!

notes: def not my best work but i mean it when i say im out of inspo, writers block hitting too hard nsjkdksjd

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༘⋆ it all started with an innocent kiss during some party, you and nat were both wasted and almost didnt know what were doing

༘⋆ except for nat who for some reason got sober out of nowhere as soon as she realized that ur lips were on hers!! was almost hard for her to tell that it was real but oh boy seeing the girl she has complicated feelings for (love for sure was one of them) made her world upside down

༘⋆ the next morning was kinda awkward, the way u were very VERY oblivious/ignorant of what happened last night made her hopes go down instead, or well atleast that was what  nat thought

༘⋆ but what she didn't expect was for you to drag her behind the bleachers after a match and question her on everything that happened last night

“i have a feeling that i- we kinda fucked up last night right? tell me everything nat or im breaking with u”  fucked up??? That's what you call a long make out session with her?? it amazed her the way you didn't notice how that wasted kiss almost changed her life while u were there thinking that it was a MISTAKE????

༘⋆ after she told you everything nat could swear she noticed the way you were kinda happy? with everything that happened? after almost telling her that it was a mistake, you're now suddenly kinda curious about it, asking for details AND asking if you could do it again?

༘⋆ but who is nat to reject you and your brought from heaven lips??, so of course she kissed you again, this time longer, kinda messy but full of love (from her pov), careless that jackie or someone might be near and see u both, if you wanted to retrieve what happened last night she will make sure the job will be done ten times better than before!!

༘⋆ it almost turned into a routine, everyday, behind the bleachers, after a noisy jackie left because one day she almost caught you kissing and Nat being hands deep in your bra, till one day you made sure your parents left for 2 weeks and invited her over, everyday, after classes, till midnight.

༘⋆ those 2 weeks for you both were the best of the best, the sloppy makeouts, the way you let her touch your body, how you let her be the top and take care of everything, but for nat were something more, she knew that all this was just some silly extra friendship activities because all the mornings after in school you were still treating her as your “bestie”  but her heart was taking another direction, she started to enjoy it way too much for her liking, she hated the way her heartbeat increased every time the bell rang and you, like any other day, came to her desk, wait for her and then walk to your home and start the same “we are probably fucking up our friendship but oh god does it feels good” routine

༘⋆ but what she hated the most was that horrible feeling every time she watched you spend too much time with lottie, hated the way during lunch you ditch her and instead run up to lottie and spend the whole break with her instead of your “best friend” , the way sometimes you make your conversations about perfect charlotte mathews and how she’s a badass on field, has a lot of money, and how she gifted you some of her expensive jackets that she "swears goes very perfect with your cute style” and especially how you started wearing them almost everyday.

༘⋆ was it jealousy? maybe but nat wont accept it, anddddd wont accept that after seeing you spend a lot of time with lottie she started bad talking about her with you

“did you hear that rumor that lottie is using dirty ways to get clothes?”

“ I mean I'm no one to criticize her ways, but if she has a lot of money then…”

“ do you think lottie do drugs but the heavy ones? kevyn told me that he saw her taking some big white pills a few days, and let me tell you that those are the hard kind”

“also do you think that's the reason she’s so good on field? i heard theres some drugs for that”

༘⋆ especially wont accept how happy she got when after hearing the last one about lottie being on hard drugs you started to see her less often, now you're all for her again!! now there's no lottie or another disgraceful presence taking you away from her.

༘⋆ but nat should have know better, should’ve expected that having you, such a beautiful person, will always attract someone, and now there is no one else but her damn captain, jackie, someone nat knows cant mess with…

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Do not translate w/o permission, copy or use for ai training, train your useless brain instead<3

[luvyeni]

ꕥ TYRANT ⸝⸝⸝ j. sungchan !

[ req? yes / no ]

⧼ 📎 ⧽ 一 pairing。 ⸝⸝ jung sungchan x fem!reader 𓄵 genre。 contains! infidelity , unprotected sex , terrible sungchan and even terrible mc { back to library }

𝗦𝗖𝗘𝗡𝗘 ── everyone warned them … they warned her to watch him … they warned him to stay away …

𝕼 ㅤ𓈒ㅤ𓈒 yeni’s note .ᐟ why does my creative juices start to flow when writing morally fucked ppl … also this is based on tyrant by beyoncé i can’t get the song out my head…

hangman, answer me now you owe me a debt , you stole him from me …

they tried to warn her — everyone tried to warn her , “that girl is trouble” they told her. “she’s a maneater , she sinks her teeth into men , it doesn’t matter who.” she just laughed it off. “you laugh now , but she has eyes on your boyfriend and when she wants something , she gets it.” she should’ve listened, but sungchan always reassured her. “im not like those guys , she can’t take me away from you.” if only she’d listened , if only she kept and eye on you just a bit harder — if only she’d realized her boyfriend was just a man at the end of night.

sungchan thought he was different, that he couldn’t be moved. so when everyone voiced their concerns with the way you stared at him in clubs or parties. “bro she’s into you.” shotaro told him. “look, she’s practically fucking you with her eyes.” sungchan would just flag him off. “i have a loving girlfriend at home , i don’t need another girl to pleasure me.” he would say, and he really didn’t his girlfriend truly satisfied him — but there was something about you.

hide your man when the hangman come in town

succubus; is what people called you. girls clutched their boyfriends tightly whenever you were around . with the way you sunk your teeth into these men and took everything from them , leaving them with nothing but a few broken pieces for them to put back together — whether it was themselves… or a heart broken girlfriend.

you knew from the start sungchan would be easier than he thought he was. he was too reassuring to his girlfriend, it was like he was fighting himself every time he saw you , but he pretended that he was uninterested.. but that couldn’t be far from true.

she’s a tyrant every time i ride it, every time i ride it make it look so good, try to justify it

sungchan thought he was safe; that he couldn’t be swayed — now he could only think ‘how do i explain this to her?’ but his thoughts were completely ruined as your pointy stiletto nails grabbed his cheek. “that’s so cute.” you kissed his neck , he sighed. “even until now you’re thinking about her.” he moaned out as you sunk down on his hard length. “fu-fuck shut up.” he hissed as you rocked your hips back and forth. you let out a giggle — it angered him , it angered him so much. “why are you acting like i’m forcing you?” moaning out , your hands resting on his chest. “you want me to stop?”

he grabbed your hips. “do-don’t fucking stop.” with a smirk still planted on your smile , your hips moved fluidly. “fu-fuck you’re so big.” you moaned out. “fuck!” he cursed. “so fucking right.” he gripped your hips , his head thrown back as you began to bounce up and down on his cock. “fuck slow down before i fucking cum.” scraping your nails along his bare chest , your lips brushing against your ear. “that’s my goal baby.”

hands gripping your ass , he could hear his phone ringing over your moans , he knew who it was, he’d promised her that he’d call. “mmmh -shit- ignore it , she can wait.” you moved faster. “oh fuck.” he cursed. “make me cum.” you whined. “make me fucking cum.” his hand coming up to your throat , squeezing as he bucked up into you. “fuck fuck fuck!” he growled. “gonna fucking fill you up.” he was fucking you with everything he had in him— was it anger? lust? you didn’t know but you were reaching your peak. “sungchan, im gonna cum!”

“oh fuck!” your shaking legs as you felt him emptying himself inside you with a hiss , tightening his grip on your throat as you both rode out your highs , you gasped for air and he let you go. “fuck i’m sorry.” he said breathlessly , you laughed. “it’s all good, i loved that.”

you don’t stay ever , why would you? “we can’t do that again.” sungchan said , you just smiled. “okay.” was all you said putting on your shoes — his phone lighting up once again. you looked down at it , looking back at the boy. “you might want to answer that.” you said , making your exit , leaving the boy. he reached for his phone , cursing at 6 missed calls and 4 new messages.

‘sungchan? are you there?’ ‘someone said they saw you leave with her…’ ‘tell me it isnt true?’ ‘sungchan???’ ‘you promised me…’

“fuck!” he cursed , running his hands through his messy hair — your perfume still lingered on his sheets. your presence still wrapped around him , squeezing him like a python squeezes its victims.

he’d fallen right into your trap.

©️LUVYENI

[moistmailman]

*Jaune agreed to give Pyrrha a massage after she complained about back pains*

Jaune, holding massage oil: *walking to his dorm* I hope I'm good enough to actually give her a good massage. Hopefully I don't fuck this up.

*Jaune reaches his dorm before opening the door*

Jaune, walking in: Hey, sorry for being late. Took a while to find the- *quietly gasp*

*Inside the room is Pyrrha in a revealing white bikini sitting crisscrossed in her bed while she's on her scroll*

Jaune, blushing madly:..........

Pyrrha, smiling: Oh there you are. I was wondering where you were. *Slides her legs across the bed so she's now sitting with her legs off the bed* What took you so long?

Jaune, face on fire: I-I I uhm- I was uhm, I-I had to go to a few stores t-to find t-the oil.

Pyrrha, smiling: Oh, I'm sorry then. I shouldve been the one to get it then, since I am the one getting the massage after all

Jaune, looking at the ceiling: It's alright. I d-didnt mind. You're fine- I'M FINE!

Pyrrha: ??????

Jaune, taking great interest in the ceiling:.........

Pyrrha, who is now much closer to Jaune: Are you alright?

Jaune, who is now realizing a bikini clad Pyrrha Nikos is currently standing right in front of him: *voice cracking* G-great. I'm d-doing great.

Pyrrha, confused:......*follows Jaune's eyes to see what he's so interested in before waving her hand in front of his eyes* Hello?

Jaune, finally staring at Pyrrha again: S-sorry. I-I just thought i-I saw a bug is all. Y-yeah, a bug! That's the reason!

Pyrrha: Oh, okay then? Are you ready then? *Stretches her arm* I think my body has been begging for a massage lately.

Jaune: Y-yep! I'm as r-ready as I'll e-ever be!

Pyrrha, smiling: Great! Let me just go lie down in my bed then. *Turns and walks towards her bed*

Jaune, internally: DONT LOOK DOWN DONT LOOK DOWN DONT LOOK DOWN DONT LOOK DOW- FUCK!!!!! IT LOOKS PERFECT! WHY IS SHE WALKING LIKE THAT ANYWAY?!

Pyrrha, now lying down in bed: Okay, I'm ready!

Jaune, mind running a mile with dirty thoughts:........A-actually, hold on! I-I n-need to do something real quick!

Pyrrha: Wha-

Jaune, leaving quickly: Be right back!

Pyrrha: ?????

Jaune: *banging on RWBY's dorm*

Yang, opening the door: Whoa, vomit boy. Where's the fire?

Jaune, blushing: I have to give Pyrrha an oily massage as she's in a bikini!

Yang, confused: Okay? Congratu-fucking- lationt, dude. Are you bragging or something? *Goes to shut door*

Jaune, stopping the door: I need advice, woman!

Yang: Advice?! Here's some advice, thank whatever God you've prayed to because he finally threw you a bone. *Shuts door*

Jaune, banging door: Wait! That's not enough! I'm just a man! A weak man!

Pyrrha, poking her head through her door: Jaune? Are you okay?

Jaune, freezing up before turning: Y-yeah, I just.....I just needed some quick massaging advice from Yang. I-Im good now.

Pyrrha, smiling: Great! I'll just go back to lying down again. Make sure you wow me with those hands of yours. *Goes back inside*

Jaune, face on fire:........I'm so fucking cooked.

[kelsunnie]

What Isn't Said (Deltarune Kris X Reader)

HI GUYS... U CAN PROBABLY TELL THAT THIS IS INCOMPLETE.... AND IM VERY SORRY FOR THAT...... BUT..! I HOPE THIS IS SATISFACTORY ????????????????

Chapter 4: A Simple Diversion

You slowly walk ahead, not even noticing your three companions heading off first. You continue observing everything around you, disbelief at the sudden change in your surroundings settling in your chest like static in the air. Just a few hours ago, you were sitting in the library’s computer lab—teasing Berdly and using his words against him. Now, here you were: standing in the middle of a glowing, mechanical dreamscape that looked like someone dropped a city into a motherboard.

Suddenly, you hear your name being called out by Ralsei, breaking you in your trance, “There’s a guidebook here!”

A guidebook? You tilted your head. Why would there be a guidebook lying around in this cybercity-esque world?

You walked towards Ralsei’s direction, taking a peek at the guidebook he mentioned. You were appalled to see that it really does exist. You flipped through the pages, skimming the content. 

“‘SPARE’? ‘PACIFY’? What do these mean?” You muttered to yourself.

“Oh! Let me explain!” Ralsei excitedly chimes in, eyes lighting up behind his glasses as he adjusted them with both paws, “In the Dark World, battles aren’t always about hurting others. We can end fights peacefully—by SPARE-ing enemies when they’re no longer hostile, or by using magic like PACIFY to help them calm down or sleep!” 

So, like a video game? You blinked at the pages, still trying to wrap your head around it. “So… you’re telling me I don’t have to fight?”

Ralsei nodded, “Exactly! With your previous battle with the Werewires, you’ve already learned how to ACT, which is a way to interact with enemies—talk to them, help them, or even dance with them, if it helps!” 

You tilted your head, still absorbing the information. “So it’s really like a video game…” You glanced down at your grappling hook, then back at Ralsei. “But how do I know what to do? What if I mess it up?”

“That’s okay!” Ralsei encouraged. “Everyone finds their own way here. ACTing is about understanding. Sometimes it takes a little trial and error. But you’ve got us with you.” He beamed, looking at you with soft reassurance. “You won’t have to do it alone.”

You glanced at Kris, who stood silently a few steps ahead, unreadable as always. Then your eyes flicked back to the guidebook, fingers trailing over the word SPARE, bold and underlined like it was daring you to believe in it.

“... Weird. But kinda nice,” you muttered, sliding the guidebook back into place. “Guess I better start thinking like an RPG character now.”

“Hey, nerds! There’s treasure here,” Susie shouted, her voice echoing slightly.

You, Kris, and Ralsei head to where Susie is, finding her already prying open a chest. With a loud clink, the lid pops open, releasing a faint neon shimmer into the air. Inside was a glowing wristband—thin and pulsing with a soft, green light.

“Don’t need it,” Susie tosses it to you without warning, then showing off her spiked bracelet, “mine’s already way cooler.”

You catch it with your free hand, the material feeling cold to the touch, yet the glow softening slightly in your grasp.

“Guess I’ll try it on,” you murmured, sliding the band over your wrist. The moment it clicked into place, a soft glow pulsed against your skin. You chuckled, flexing your fingers slightly, amused, “Now all we need is a concert.”

“Dibs on the drums,” Susie grinned, motioning her hands like she was hitting  like she was ready to demolish a whole set.

“The violin’s mine,” you quickly chimed in, raising your hand with a grin as if claiming your spot in a band that didn’t even exist yet.

“And Kris gets the keyboard, of course,” you mused, casually slinging an arm over Kris’ shoulder, their mouth twitching into a smug smile once you said this.

“What about Ralsei?”

Ralsei perked up with a sheepish smile, clutching his scarf, “Um… I can sing…?”

“Hell yeah! Now we’re a band!” Susie fist bumped the air, “I call us, Susie and The Nerds.”

“How come YOU get to pick the name? I have the bracelet,” you flashed Susie the newfound glowing bracelet, “therefore, I get naming privileges.”

“But I found that, therefore, I decide that we’re Susie and The Nerds,” Susie howls, “and besides, you’re sounding more like a nerd now!”

“It’s lame! I say we become… uh… Neon Meltdown!” you countered, stifling a laugh, “it’s edgy, it’s cool, and it actually fits the vibe!”

Susie barked out a laugh, “Pfft—Neon Meltdown! What are we, a soda flavour?!”

“You’re just mad because it sounds way cooler than Susie and The Nerds,” you retorted with a smug grin. 

“Well… both sound great in their own way…!” Ralsei offered gently, though he was clearly trying to avoid picking sides.

Kris shrugged, unbothered as always, but the small smile on their mouth said otherwise.

“Okay, okay,” you sighed, “we’ll table the band name after we save Noelle. But I’m putting it in the running.”

Susie rolled her eyes. “Fine. But if we perform and your dumb name flops, I’m blaming you.”

“Deal. But when we sell out concerts, I want royalties.”

“Oh, man, we’re gonna sound so cool! I bet we’d—”

You laughed softly under your breath, the warmth of the moment lingering in your chest. The four of you stood there, enjoying each other’s presence with casual banter. You never expected you’d have so much fun in this weird world you’re in—with Susie, nonetheless. Not that you hated her, but you never really got along with her at school. Or you just never bothered to talk to her, afraid of her image. Seeing this new side of her made you look at her in a new light—that she’s just like all of you. You took a mental note of your previous judgment and current viewpoint of her, promising to yourself to treat her better in this world and the normal world. 

But before you could bask in it any longer, something shifted. Kris abruptly turned on their heel. Their movement was stiff. Sharp. Like they’d suddenly remembered a deadline they were late for. Their playful smile vanished, replaced by that blank look again. They walked off without a word, ignoring the small lyric suggestion Ralsei was about to say and the sentence Susie hadn’t finished.

“... Kris?” you called out, your feet moving instinctively to follow. No response. They didn’t even look back. 

Ralsei had an indescribable look on his face, while Susie blinked, confused by the sudden change, “Dude, what’s the rush?”

Kris still didn’t answer. They just kept walking. And as the others followed them, you stayed still, the heaviness settling in your chest. You watched their back move further and further ahead. Something was… wrong. That familiar warmth from earlier—the subtle, grounded presence you’d felt holding their hand—was just gone. Now, Kris moved with urgency, like they were being pulled by something invisible. Something wasn’t right. You didn’t know how, but you felt it deep in your bones.

You stared at the spot they stood in just a few moments earlier, wondering what happened. Tracing every step and analyzing every word everyone said. Was it something you said? Did they feel uncomfortable when you touched them? 

… That’s impossible, you argued with yourself. If Kris really was uncomfortable, they would’ve told me. Asriel taught us to be vocal about our feelings. Kris would never forget that.

With hesitating steps, you followed suit, not caring that they were already way ahead of you. 

… Or maybe it was that deep for them, you paused in your tracks, a hollow ache settling in your chest, guilt creeping in. I should apologise.

But instead of meeting with the group and confronting Kris for their sudden change of attitude, a Werewire hits you from behind, making you topple over and fall flat on your face.

“Ow—” you hissed at the pain, slowly getting up from your fallen position, soothing the pain throbbing in your head by rubbing the spot with your palms.

“Shit,” Susie cursed, beckoning you to run to them, “get over here, you’re gonna get yourself killed!”

You quickly stand, dusting yourself off before you made your way to them, “Not my fault you guys went ahead!”

“You’re just slow,” Susie stuck her tongue out in an attempt to tease you, “slowpoke.”

“Wha—” you furrowed your brows in frustration, then took a deep breath, “let’s just do our thing, I’ll get back at you later.”

“Kris, what’s the plan?” 

“Attack,” Kris commanded, the speaker-like voice coming back. 

Kris’ piercing gaze met yours, sending shivers down your spine. Was this really the Kris you knew? Their confusing mannerisms sent your mind into a spiral—it was only a moment ago that Kris instructed the group to act, but for some reason, they wanted all of you to attack the Werewires. You shook your head, filling your mind with excuses for Kris’ 

Kris points at the Werewires with their sword, voice cold as ice, “Do it.”

You glanced at the grappling hook on your dominant hand, gripping it tight the moment Kris’ voice echoed in your head. Your heart pounded in your ears.

“What happened to trying to help them? To SPARE them?” You asked, voice quiet and uncertain. 

No answer. Kris just kept their blade raised, red eyes gleaming. Their stance was unreadable—steady, unwavering, detached. You swallowed hard, the weight in your chest sinking. Were they angry? Was this still the friend you trusted? 

“Maybe… maybe we can still find another way,” Ralsei murmured, unsure and glancing at you and Susie for guidance. You wanted to agree. Desperately. But the tension in the air had grown too thick to breathe. Kris was still staring—no, waiting.

“... I don’t want to hurt them,” you spoke, mostly to yourself, but loud enough for Kris to hear, “we can do that ACT thing, could be fun…?”

For a second, you thought you saw something shift in Kris’ eyes, just a flicker of something softer beneath the cold exterior. But it was gone just as fast. Your breath hitched, hands still refusing to use the grappling hook for violence. Even if the Werewires had hurt you, it was accidental, and knowing how they became like that and seeing their trembling figures—shackled by the power cord that stuck to them and hurting them—made your stomach twist with guilt. Your gut screamed at you, telling you that there were no evil intentions behind them. They were scared. Lost. Confused.

“Fine,” Susie muttered, stepping in front, ”I’ll attack first. Maybe we’ll knock some sense into them.”

“... Alright,” Ralsei hesitantly readied his attack, posture unsure, like his heart wasn’t in it. 

You stood frozen as they rushed forward, attacking the Werewires. Your legs wouldn’t move. You watched as Susie charged with her axe swinging wide, and Ralsei cast a hesitant, half-hearted spell, his eyes closed as if to shield himself from seeing the attack he was going to cast upon the Werewires. The Werewires staggered from the blows, sparks flying from their metal frames—but it didn’t feel right. It didn’t feel like victory. As quick as they could, the Werewires let out an electronic screech and scrambled back. Their movements erratic, limbs twitching as they dragged their bodies away, retreating. 

“... They ran,” you whispered, your voice tight, unsure if it was relief or guilt clawing at your throat. 

No one responded immediately. Kris simply turned away, heading off first. Susie exhaled, rolling her shoulders as she followed Kris. Ralsei lowered his hands, his mouth pressed into a grim line. You stared at their retreating figures, back feeling heavy from the guilt, unable to move away from your spot. You swallowed hard, still gripping the unused grappling hook in your hand. You hadn’t done anything. You weren’t even sure if that was the right choice.

Let’s just go, you tried to dismiss the guilt crawling on your back, I’m gonna get left behind again.

You forced your legs to move, the cold hum of the air lingering on your skin. Hesitantly, you followed behind Ralsei, eyes keeping check on Kris. In your mind, maybe Kris just wanted to try and see what attacking will do, which, you admittedly were curious to see, but deep inside, you knew the results already. You took note of Kris’ steps being rushed compared to the three of you. What were they rushing for? Maybe they just want to go home quickly? If that were the case, you would sympathise with them, but with how cold they were acting just moments ago, in the back of your mind, you dreaded for the worst.

Susie calls out your name, halting your train of thought, “C’mon, dude. We gotta get up these teacup things.” 

“Teacup? What—”

In front of you was a large, metal, oval platform, a large slotted screw in the middle with three teacups bolted down like a carousel. The teacups were painted white, and were big enough to fit someone of Susie’s size. 

“... There’s only three cups,” you pointed out.

“You could share with me!” Ralsei, the ever-so-sweet white goat, offered. While you appreciated his offer, sharing a seat with someone who looked eerily like your absent friend-slash-older-brother-figure… it felt too close. Too raw. The resemblance was comforting, but also unsettling, like a memory that refused to fade. 

“Well.. uh—”

“Hurry up, dumbass, we don’t have all day,” Susie grumbled, already sprawled  out in her own teacup like it was a throne. 

Your eyes drifted at the last cup. Kris was standing inside, silent, their crimson eyes locked on the middle screw, like they weren’t really present. The teacup gently rocked as it turned, and the empty space beside them felt like a quiet invitation. 

Your heart squeezed a little. You hadn’t missed the way they’d been acting—sharp, cold, distant. How could you not? The change was too drastic—too distinct. Like something was wrong. 

But… it had to still be Kris, you tried to convince yourself. Somewhere underneath the strange tone of voice and the eerie calm, they were still your childhood friend. They had to be. Maybe if you had a moment with them—maybe if you talked—it would spark something. A memory or a feeling. Something that reminded them they weren’t alone. That you still saw them, even now under this uncomfortable feeling of… whatever this thing was going on in Kris. And maybe, selfishly, you just wanted to be close. To prove yourself they were still in there. 

“… Got room for one more?” You approached Kris’ teacup, eyes meeting their crimson ones.

“Go—“ Kris’ voice caught mid-word as they coughed lightly, eyes averting yours, “for it.” 

You blinked, raising an eyebrow, “Oookay. Thanks,” you replied, sliding in beside them.

The moment everyone got comfortable, the platform gave a sudden jolt, making the entire structure tremble beneath you. You felt yourself getting lifted, like an elevator. 

“… So. What’s up with you?” You whispered, glancing at your blue-skinned best friend, “Something I should know about?” 

“… Can’t,” you’d have missed their reply if you weren’t constantly looking at Kris’ face. “… listening.

Listening? Susie and Ralsei are listening? You furrowed your brows, looking over to the two. Susie sat slouched, lazily sharpening her teeth with one of her claws, her gaze not particularly focused—though you knew better than to think she wasn’t paying attention. Ralsei looked the other way entirely, his hands resting on the rims of his teacup. Kris’ reply to your question said a lot, even though he only spoke two. Probably something important enough for them not to know.

“Okay, just,” you pursued your lips, “I’m here, okay? You don’t have to carry things alone.” 

Kris didn’t respond—not with words. But their hands slowly reaching over, fingers brushing yours before gently lacing them together explained more than anything they could’ve said. 

You tried to breathe through the unease bubbling in your chest. This place was weird, yes, but there was something else now—something unspoken. That shift you noticed in Kris… it was still there. But so was this warmth. The way their thumb brushed your knuckles absentmindedly as the teacup ascended—that was still them, wasn’t it?

Albeit your extreme confusion with the situation, you savoured this moment, indulging in the comforts and warmth of Kris’ hand. And maybe, this time, you’d hope that this small moment of normalcy was enough for you to accept and understand what Kris is going through. 

You could only hope.

[stoop-fairy]

“sugar! honey! love!” — lh44

summary — lewis and you have been dating for years and fans are obsessed with you, but it seems you guys are obsessed with announcements.

fc & cw — kali uchis. this takes place in 2023 until the ferrari announcement and then the marriage announcements are in 2025! so imagine the pics are taken in said time and the baby was born in 2024 okay? okay. i think this is my best work yet im actually proud of it.. the summary is weird but wtv.

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yourinsta visualizer for ‘te mata’ is out now babies 👼🩷 have a couple more surprises for you so stay tuned, mwah mwah.

sincerely, yn.

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lewishamilton you already know how i feel about this one 🖤 proud of you honey

yourinsta mwahhh

sabrinacarpenter coolest woman alive

yourinsta says you 😩

user17 i cannot handle more surprises 💔 every single thing you do is fucking amazing

user10 mother

bellahadid beautiful work baby 🩷

user18 she’s actually not real

user63 wdym more surprises???? please stop

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yourinsta aprovechando que my man is home for the whole week 😚

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georgerussell63 man’s glowing. but not as much as he does with me 👀

yourinsta get tf out of here u won’t steal my man again

user17 the power you guys hold is actually unfair

user38 i want what they have 😭😭

user92 parents are baaaack 🫶

lewishamilton best place to be 🤍

yourinsta i miss u :((

lewishamilton i’m in the bathroom baby..

user20 miss seeing her in the paddock:((

user78 why do i feel like everything’s about to change and this is the calm before the storm..

yourinsta funny.. that’s exactly how it feels 👼

user78 wdym???? miss girl we need you to be specific.. ELABORATE???

user89 “funny” … girl don’t do this to me

user83 you look like you know something we don’t and it’s upsetting me personally

yourinsta maybe i do or maybe i don’t 🤷‍♀️

user69 sis you’re playing with us and i need u to stop RIGHT NOOOW

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yourinsta happy to announce that my second album en español will be yours in just two weeks 🫶 can’t wait for u to hear it, thank you for growing with me through every layer. los amo 🩷

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lewishamilton can’t wait for the world to hear and see what i’ve been lucky enough to witness every day 💐🖤

yourinsta couldn’t have done any of it without u 🤍

user70 growing with you has been the greatest soundtrack

user80 mother is SERVING vocals, visuals, growth, everything

user63 SO THIS WAS THE SURPRISE??? god i can’t wait

rosalia.vt mami 🐚🌞🌺

yourinsta timing is crazy huh 🤍

user27 HUH????

user81 sorry what?

carmenmmundt orgullosísima de ti 💐

yourinsta y yo de ti preciosa 🩶

alexandrasaintmleux can’t wait to hear and see you more ❤️

yourinsta you’re gonna be sick of me lmao ❤️

user15 i fear they’re confirming that lewis is going to ferrari 💔

user16 why is nb talking about the bald pic 😭

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lewishamilton my final year with Mercedes marks the end of an era, one i’ll forever be proud of. thank you to every single person who’s been part of this journey.

a new chapter begins with Ferrari, and with it… the most beautiful changes in my life. feeling nothing but gratitude and love for what’s ahead ❤️‍🔥

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user17 this is the best day of my life..

user18 OH. oh my god she’s mother fr..

yourinsta forever proud of you ❤️‍🔥✨ can’t wait for what’s next

lewishamilton my love ❤️

georgerussell63 won’t be the same without you… but can’t wait to battle it out 😤

carmenmmundt so much love for you two 🤍

charles_leclerc welcome ♥️

roses_are_rosie an era ends, a new one begins. so happy for you 🖤

user75 FUCK IM CRYING SO HARD

alexandrasaintmleux felicidades a los dos, c’est un début magnifique 🕊️ — congrats to you both, it’s a beautiful beginning

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yourinsta i look good in red don’t i?

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lewishamilton red’s never looked better ❤️‍🔥

yourinsta on you yes it has

bellahadid can confirm u do

sabrinacarpenter no one’s doing it like u mama 🫦

user63 you’re not just a hot mom.. you’re thee hot mom

rosalia.vt mami mía 😍

yourinsta 😚❤️

user82 this baby’s gonna have more style than me by the time they’re 3 days old..

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lewishamilton first race weekend of a brand new chapter. grateful for every beginning on and off the track. now i’m more grounded, more focused, more in love than ever. to the new beginnings 🤍

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georgerussell63 lewis hamilton, the myth, the legend, the father & the fiancé

user88 FIANCÉ?????

yourinsta forever 🤍

user33 oh my god. FINALLY

user43 it’s gonna be THEE wedding, i can feel it 🙂‍↕️

user55 mi corazón ya no puede con tanto amor 💔 — my heart can’t take so much love

charles_leclerc what a year already.. congrats mate 🖤

lewishamilton 🖤

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yourinsta my family 🙂‍↕️ baby pooks and i are missing dada so much but we’re so proud of him 🩷

can’t wait to have forever with these two boys.

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lewishamilton love you more than words can express ❤️

carmenmmundt baby pooks is the luckiest already 🥹 sending all the love to you guys!

yourinsta te extrañamos muchísimo 🙁 — we miss you so much

scuderiaferrari the heart of the scuderia beats stronger with this family ❤️‍🔥🥹

georgerussell63 big love to the whole crew 🙌 can’t wait to see you all soon!

yourinsta see u soon crikey!

user16 this is what true love looks like 😭😭

alexandrasaintmleux proud to say that i’ve held baby pooks before, the cutest little guy

yourinsta he absolutely adores you and charles

[alexanderlightweight]

Hello!

So I have had a day, already. And I was really hoping for some dark possessive fluff. Im looking for Alec being insecure and unsteady, coming back to himself to realize that all of a sudden this guy who he just met is now his everything. And he’s not complaining or anything but they just met. Everything is different now and he is entirely dependent on Magnus. As far as he can tell the only thing Magnus is getting out of this is a shadowhunter/former shadowhunter. So he builds a wall just like he did for the clave where he uses parts of himself to be everything they wanted (soldier/leader/good son) but now it’s what he thinks Magnus wants (good boy/obedient/trophy/what have you) to protect the rest of himself. It’s not like it’s a lie, it is a part of him but this way he’ll still have pieces when Magnus gets board and leaves and get to enjoy now.

Magnus is over here like oh my sweetest darling aren’t you adorable! I see what you are doingbut there will be none of that. You are not allowed to hide any piece of you from me because all of you is mine and I will never leave. I will cherish, adore, and hoard every piece of you for the rest of our very long lives. Just dark possessive fluff

NSFW/SFW and in any of your works where it fits

i hope you feel better and have a better tomorrow day and tonight night! because that sentence held the weight of a very rough day.

this actually helped me jump a gap in one of my fics. because there is a reason alec gets comfortable with magnus so quickly and the prompt help me pick a direction to go! hope you enjoy! last bit of fic here.

*Nightshade

<3 lumine

maybe i'm the villain

Alec’s tail flicks despite his efforts to control it which only leads to annoyance and his ears further betraying him by bristling… at himself.

It’s with a silent sigh that Alec ignores Magnus’ amused gaze and instead figures out what to do with himself.

Magnus likes him for sex, that much is clear and while Alec isn’t quite sure how to go about being sexy, he does know what Magnus likes. Which seems to be in his best interests to adhere to.  Alec understands that he’d traded one role for another, but being Magnus’ well, whatever he is, is less dangerous and easier to do.

The parts that Alec will need to hide or destroy aren’t things that are integral parts of Alec.

Alec’s used to having his orders ignores and his plans left unfollowed. Ignoring the part of his mind that makes leaps and tracks things won’t be hard. Alec’s had to ignore his instincts his whole life.

Likewise Alec already knows to hide most parts of his personality and he’s already been able to express himself far more than he’s used to.

Alec can manage this much.

—

Whatever Alexander is thinking about so fiercely, it must be very important.

Yet Magnus can’t help but be amused.

Alexander is adorable and despite his best efforts, he can’t help himself.  His tail curling over Magnus’ wrist even as Alexander’s ears flatten against his scalp.

At long last, his kitten seems to come to a conclusion and Magnus watches as a part of Alexander’s eyes dim. The bright intelligence and sharp interest that were only dulled by pleasure fades.  It’s as if a curtain has suddenly closed, the stage nothing more than a hollow shell.

Magnus blinks, surprised and more than a little irritated.

Does Alexander think Magnus wants him simply to be a sex toy?

That’s not what Alexander is and that’s not what Magnus wants.

Magnus likes his kitten, fierce and fighting with biting wit and intelligence than even pleasure can’t fully override.

He wants Alexander exactly how he is, tamed to his palm and touch alone.

Magnus lets Alexander kneel and rest his head on Magnus’ knee.  A gesture he’d appreciate in any other context than the one its meant.

Magnus claws scrape against skin as he drags them through Alexander’s hair and down his cheek to pull his face up.

“Who said you could hide from me, Alexander?”

—

It’s not the question itself that shocks Alec, it’s that Magnus noticed.  Or, maybe not even that.  Maybe it’s that he noticed and actually cared enough to mention it.

“Isn’t that what you’d prefer?”

“If I want you to stop thinking, I’ll fuck you stupid.” Magnus tells him and Alec can’t help but be relieved and amused by his equal bluntness. “I like you how you are, Alexander. You. I stripped you bare of the Clave and I enjoyed what I saw darling. I liked the fact that I had a predator who’d bite back except for one fact.”

“That being?”

“The same reason you came to me, even without knowing you were already mine.  You wanted to be mine, just as much as I wanted you.”

The thought that Magnus could want him, as Alec is in his entirety seems as impossible as Magnus wanting Alec as much as Alec wants him. This is a win for Alec for many reasons. 

This is nothing but trouble for Magnus.

Alec is nothing but trouble for Magnus.

“Magnus that doesn’t make any sense—” he tries to explain but Magnus hushes him, the claw on Alec's chin sliding up to rest on his lower lip.

“What does logic have in the face of a dragons wants, Alexander?”

And well, that stops of Alec’s arguments because really who can argue with a dragon and their instincts.  If Magnus wants Alec, as he is, not chiseled down to fit a mold; then Alec will cling to that.

Until it stops being true.

—

Magnus is beginning to wonder if he’s going to need to find a downworld therapist for his treasure.  Honestly, when he’d first encountered stories and rumors of living hoards, he’d never thought mental health would need to be one of the priorities. Mostly his opinion had been on proper shielding and securing.

Alexander can hardly thrive while diminishing himself and Magnus wants to exalt his gem in all of his splendor.

If Magnus could, he would wrap Alexander in his flame and show him how darkly he stood out amid the brightness of it.  The darkness of his essence drew Magnus to him like light to the void. It was a cooling feeling, one of soft relief during overwhelming inferno.

Magnus felt that if Alexander were there to whisper in his ear or purr against his touch, then surely his temper and rage would be less. And so to would the headaches that came from his temper being kept to embers rather than the wildfire that lustfully wished to devour all.

It was easier, being near him.

Magnus found it easier to laugh, to smile and to be calmed, to even feel fondness which had been rare and fleeting as of late.

Alexander inspires it.

From the tufts of his ears to the tip of his tail, Magnus wants to coddle him. To wrap him in his coils and scales and cover him with Magnus’ own wings. Keep him warm with the coals in Magnus belly, the lava that flowed through his veins and the hot air that fell from his maw.

Magnus wants it with a passion.

Magnus had forgotten what it was to want.

Stagnation.

The most fatal blow against dragons and the most natural and rarest.

Yet Camille had inspired it in him.

A loss of interest.

Slowly the world had dimmed and Magnus felt less and less desire to seek out enjoyment, everything a bitter disappointment in the end.

Until now.

Magnus likes Alexander.

A practical leader and a disciplined soldier both.

Yet also so much more.

Magnus wants to tease out ever hidden bit of personality and character and hoard it away, his alone to see and share.

Not even Alexander is allowed to deny him that.

It belongs to Magnus, as parts of his hoard.

--

also like, there is a reason (context clue) that's missing here that does help alec's thoughts go to thinking magnus just wants him for sex.

alec missed something in the vows and kind of gave control over his orgasms to Magnus. so basically he magically can't come unless magnus gives him permission.

the idea was that it would cause him to hunt magnus down. because obviously he would figure it out.

except alec booked it from the clave because his life was in danger and he'd rather go take his chances with a dragon that liked him because his lifespan is pretty short compared to a dragon. even if magnus gets tired of him fairly quickly, he'll still have better chances and a longer more enjoyable life than with the clave.

so alec finds out about the vow AFTER he's already run to magnus. magnus finds this super delightful and amusing. it means alec finds out while trying to masturbate over magnus in the shower to relax and gets a very amused magnus.

however this does align his thoughts to 'okay he likes me for sex' which for someone with trauma and stuff like that, makes sense.

Magnus is trying to figure out how to fix his Alexander.

That's his Alexander you see.

alec is just really shocked and enjoying the fact that someone noticed him putting up a wall or pulling back emotionally. magnus recognized him detaching from the world and that means something to alec. that's a huge part of his trust in magnus.

camille also basically caused dragon depression.

Alec hits all of his buttons and is the first truly new and inspiring thing magnus has been interested in for decades. also alec doesn't disappoint. he intrigues and inspires and magnus likes that.

[emberphoenixisgoingtolive]

PLEASE READ IF YOU EVER WANT OR DO HAVE KIDS

dear parents,

for disability pride month, here are some prompts for how to react if your child tells you they think they might have a disability

thanks for telling me

i can tell it was difficult for you to say and it's super brave of you to tell me

i love you so much, and i will love and support you no matter what

i'm so sorry you've been in pain/sick/dealing with these symptoms. if there's any way i can help you cope with them, please tell me

i believe that you're struggling and in pain and i trust your perception

you're a whole and wonderful person with or without disability

im proud of your disabled identity and all the parts that make you who you are

i don't know everything about this but i'll learn for you, and we can learn together!

if you think [solution/treatment/mobility aid] might help, it's worth looking into

if you're up for it, we'll research this now

do you want to see a doctor about this?

i can tell you're tired, we can talk more about this another time; right now would you like to [insert fun thing your child likes to do]

would you like to continue talking about this?

and here is how NOT to react and what NOT to say (starring things hoes (my parents) have said):

…a mobility aid? /somewhat disgusted

i don't think that will help your joints get stronger

won't it decondition you/make you worse?

*ignore your child and look into other treatment options before considering what THEY think could work best*

*listen to a doctor over your child. doctors are not always right*

*imply you don't want a disabled child, or you'd prefer they weren't disabled (key note: being disabled for a lot of us is a very important part of our identity and there is deep history, culture and solidarity in the disabled community. and even if we don't like being disabled, what message does it give us that YOU don't like a part of us? what happened to unconditional love?)*

assume that it's mother fucking psycho somatic, ahem, DAD

ADDITIONS FROM @slut-4-remuslupin:

"you think this is hard for you? How do you think *i* feel? I have to watch you like this and take you everywhere, and do xyz, and I was supposed to have my own life again after you turned 18. This is way harder on me.” how the fuck do you think WE feel being in pain/having horrible symptoms all the time????

are you sure you’re not just faking it for attention?

I think that you’re exaggerating your symptoms, there’s no way you could feel like that all the time and still do (xyz)

your problem isn’t that you’re disabled/sick, it’s that you’re lazy and you don’t exercise enough

if you just got up and exercised like a normal person you wouldn’t have these problems

If you’re really so sick that you need that [mobility aid], then you have no business going out and doing stuff, so either you do those things without [mobility aid] or you don’t do them at all

*when your child says they feel really sick, or that they’re in a lot of pain* Oh, here we go AGAIN. It’s always something.

there’s no reason why you should need prescription pain medication. When *I’m* in pain I just take Tylenol and it works fine for me

maybe we should just put you in a care home if you’re really so sick that you can’t do these basic things everyone over the age of 7 should be able to do”

EXERCISE IS NOT ALWAYS THE ANSWER!!! OFTEN TIMES IT WILL MAKE US WORSE ESPECIALLY IF WE DON'T EXERCISE IN A WAY THAT SUITS OUR BODIES!!!

ADDITION FROM @disabled-planet

don't assume it's anxiety. often times it is something completely different that gives similar symptoms (postural orthostatic tachycardia syndrome, for example), or it can be something completely separate from anxiety symptoms. either way, trying to convince us it's anxiety and invalidating our problem is NOT the way to go

[damimami1994]

SA-VAAANN-AHHH!!!

This is ME and I am literally just a ghost while writing this!!!!! ALSOOO IM STILL SO HONORED YOU ASKED ME TO READ IT 🥹 AND ILL READ THIS OVER AND OVER BECAUSE I LOVE IT! 💕

He is such a damn menace BUT I just love him so much!!! Going back in the past and the first thing on his mind is his seeing his girl?! SIIRRR!!!

Lowkey jump scaring her on her break LOL, he’s such a presence though and just being his cocky self, “guessing” who she is and even telling her she doesn’t like to smoke (you don’t know Logan even though you actually do 🤣) this line I just love so much because I think in my head seeing him do that would send me up a wall!!

“You stared at him incredously- unbelieving of the nerve of this stranger, but your expression quickly fell and heat bloomed in your cheeks as he stuck your cigarette between his lips, and you could see his tongue run over the end- like he was trying to taste you off it.”

She’s so hypnotized by him right away (and I don’t blame her!) At the end of the day yes going with a stranger she just met and doing the things they did is like WHAAAAT but then there is this pull to him and her wanting something different in her life which girl SAME

“However, a nagging feeling resided in you- a feeling of wanting to see more. Like there was something out there- Meant for you.”

That man, Logan, had hit the nail on the spot for what you wanted in your life- especially right now.”

Especially if a man like that came up to me looking like he did, I wouldn’t say no to him 😏🤭 ANYWAY BACK TO THE AMAZING FIC

The creep from the diner earlier too!!! HES SO GROSS and I just love protective Logan coming to swoop in at the right time and help the reader out!!!

"Don't touch her, don't look at her, don't even fucking think about her- or these are going to go where the sun don't shine, got it?"

SUCH a turn on!!! BUT OMG her mama being there!!! I was like OHHH NOOOOO! Calling Logan a mutie too I was like

It was HARSH but I love how it doesn’t phase him AT ALL 🤣💞

“S’alright sweetheart, I’ll see you later.” He winked at you”

Her sneaking out too and again him being right there I was like OMMGG 🤭 I just loved the whole drive and getting something to eat because of course Logan knows her but to her it’s all new and already falling for him! All of it was a cute bunch of moments, especially when she asked again who he was and how he knew so much! 🩷

"You'll find out." He says. You blink. "But l'm a friend." He quickly adds.

"That is SO cryptic oh my god!" You laughed, shaking your head.”

And then when he asks her about college and she starts yapping away 🥹💕

“You answered, telling him about your degree. He listened to every word, eyes focused on you. He smiled at the stories you delved into, yapping away without realizing. It just felt comfortable to talk. It simply isn't easy for you to open up to anyone-especially a stranger like Logan. There was an energy between you that fit. He interjected occasionally, his own sarcastic comment or to compliment you. You talked like you were old friends.”

NOWWW THAT SMUUTTTT SAVANNAH (again with the government name I’m sorry I just need to LOL) IT ISSSS WOW MY BRAIN WENT DUMB 🥴

It’s crazy because as I read it I got bashful and nervous like the reader because I literally can see that man in my head and first of all Logan to want you like that and talk you through it all OMMMFFGGGGG!!

"C'mon, give me some more sugar."

Now it was your turn to giggle. "That was so cheesy!" You teased him, ignoring the rush your body felt when he said it.

"You liked it though, didn't you?" He hums, pressing his forehead against yours.”

I JUST NEED THIS MAN ITS INSANE!!!!

I love too how you added how the slight reality of it all LOL like her realizing like hey what am I doing?? But memories RIIGHHT!!

“Maybe putting your full trust into someone you met wasn't the smartest thing to do. You, all inexperienced and awkward shouldn't be hanging with a man twice your age-

But hey, its memories, right?”

Logan telling her too this is what it’s suppose to be like and how a man treats you throughout THE MENACE OF IT ALLLLLLL BUT YESS KING!!!

"Thatta girl." He smiled against your lips.

"That's what this is all about, taking care of each other. Understand?"

"This is how a mans supposed to treat you darling. Supposed to gentle, make sure you're happy.... Got it?"

"Course, with me, you don't need to worry about that." He rests his forehead against yours, a breathless sigh escaping him.”

When she was undressing him too LORRDD VANNN!!

“Tugging the zipper open, you found he didn't even have underwear underneath. Greeted by a bulging vein and a mess of dark curls that disappeared deeper into his jeans, you looked up at him with wide eyes.”

My reaction ⬇️

I was in shambles the whole time as I’m like gasping and putting my hand over my mouth literally going NUUUTSSS 🥵🥵🥵

And how they KEPT GOING!!!

“Just as it ended, you wanted more.

Logan seemed to understand that. He never stopped. His eyes falling open to look up at you as your chest heaved and aftershocks ran through your limbs.”

THEN VAN OMGBWBWVWG!!!! THIISSSS RIGHT HERE OVARIES BODY EXPLODED

“You heard a snapping noise, and look down at him.

He snapped his fingers from his free hand to get your attention, his eyes open while half his face was buried in your cunt. He made a motion with his freehand, telling you to keep watching.”

"Look at this baby-" He murmurs, "Gorgeous sight ain't it?"

God he's such a pervert. He's right though.”

Telling her to watch??!!!! He is such a pervert but he’s MY PERVERTTTT!! Logan seriously possessed you and I’m here FOR IT!!!!! 😍😍

THHEEENNN LOGAN TELLING HER TO SAY HER 🐱 IS HISSSS IM ACTUALLY GONE GIRL 😵‍💫🥴🤭

I can keep going on and on because you were ON FIREEE with thisss!!!! ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 I’m hugging and squeezing you again girly!!! THANK YOU again van for letting me read this beforehand, I was so giddy and happy to help (even though it’s all you girl the best!!) <333

Magic Man

70s Logan Howlett X F! Virgin Reader

Try, try, try to understand, he's a magic man

A/N: This man bout to risk the whole future for some pussy.

Anyway big thanks to the lovely @damimami1994 who has been like a cheerleader for me and read this fic so many times I lost count and helped me so much!!!! <3

Warnings: MAJOR SMUT. 16K+ Word Count, reader is 20+ college student, loss of virginity, logans a goddamn menace, creepy dude flirts and gets rough with reader, reader doesn't really have a survival instinct (its the 70s) , unprotected piv, handjob, F! Oral recieving, fingering, missionary + doggy (yay!), logan is NOT beating pervert allegations, overbearing mother (tbh i can't blame her), 1 (one) booty smack, logans dirty talking off the roof, cum eating?, mutant politics kinda, reader smokes a few times, some fluff, and aftercare

Magic Man - Heart

“Where the bloody hell are you going now?” Logan glanced back at Charles, who stared at him with crossed arms and an indignant look on his face.  “We leave in the morning, Logan. You are the one wanting to pull off this heist.” “Don’t worry, I’ll be back before then.” “Yeah?” “Yeah. Got something pressing.” “More than saving the future?”  Logan smirked, “I’m going to see my girl. See ya later.”

“Yeah can I get a uuuuuh…..Toms Triple Decker Burger- but leave out the lettuce, tomato, all the healthy crap, can you do that darling?”

You forced a smile. “I sure can! just bacon and cheese then?” 

“Yeah sweetheart….a side of these uh…Toms extra cheesy cheese fries too. And a diet coke.” 

“That’ll be all?” 

“And your number?” 

Your smile dropped, and you quickly replaced it- more forced than usual. Your skin crawled at the look that your customer was giving you. Greasy, twice older than you, and had his two kids at the table with him- both staring at you with confusion. An awkward laugh escaped you as you finished writing down his order. 

“Not on the menu sir. But thank you-” You gave him a polite nod, then smiled at his poor kids before turning to walk away, ripping the order off your notepad and shoving the notepad and pen into your apron and making a face of actual disgust at your coworkers who watched you with amusement. 

“How bad was he?”

“Asked for my number in front of his kids.” You scoffed, handing it to your fellow waitress, Maria, to take to the cook. 

“Why it always the greasy ones?” Kim sighs. 

“As if you wouldn’t.” Maria teased her, “Remember Arthur?”

“Arthur was nice!” Kim remarks, her nasally voice becoming high-pitched in her defense. “He was a good father,”

“He was a good husband too, till you came around.”  

You laughed, shaking your head while Kim huffs around. 

“Oh, by the way….” Maria shot you her msichevous look. “ you’re very popular today.” Maria leans onto the table and nods to something behind you. Her voice turns low and saccherine. “That handsome fellow has been watching you for a while. Tried to get his order but he waved me off- Staring at you.” She poked at your shoulder with her manicured nail. A her painted lips tilted into a sly grin.

You didn’t look right away. Twiddling your fingers nervously. Finally you lifted your head, turning to look at who she was talking about. You felt your heart stopped when you met his eyes. 

He was handsome. And he was staring right. 

At. 

you.

“Oh my god.” You muttered quickly looking away.

“Are you going to talk to him?”

“Me?!” You stammered. “Oh, Maria, no way. I could never. Plus he’s like…Way older than me!”

“The older the better.” Kim winks. Maria cackles. “You should talk to him! It’s just talking, what’s the harm?”

“Yeah, poor guy looks hungry.” Maria makes a mock sympathetic voice, tilting her head and pouting her lip. “Go on, try to get his order.” 

You sigh, butterflies turning in your stomach. You hopped off the diner stool, scowling at your friends as you forced yourself to walk to the corner where your so-called admirer sat. It felt like there were rocks in your feet, every step hesitant and slow as you approached him, not looking up until you reached his table. 

You pulled out your notepad and pen, “Hello sir, how are you today?” You looked up- your best customer service smile plastered on your face- only it quickly melted into a real smile just by the look in his eyes. He looked even better up close.

Hazel eyes looked back into yours. Chestnut brown hair slicked upwards, mutton chops that ran down to his chin. Broad shoulders and nice hands. A nose you wanted to nip and lips you wanted to kiss. You couldn’t dream of a finer man than him.

“Was wondering when you’d make your way over here.” He smirked, his voice a low rumble that made your knees weak. 

“Well… Yeah, sorry about that.” You nervously tucked your hair behind your ear. You hoped he didn’t catch how flustered you were feeling. Fortunately, working customer service is a wonderful opportunity to mask emotions. 

Usually anger, but you can improvise.  

“Can I get your order?” 

“That guy over there, with the two kids. He make you uncomfortable?” 

You mouth fell open, as you looked back to the table you were previously at. The kids were fiercely drawing with crayons on the paper you’ve given them- brows concentrated on their masterpiece. Their father seemed to have no interest, reading a newspaper he picked up at the door. 

“Oh, no it’s- it’s fine.” You smiled shaking your head. “He was just being friendly.” 

“Mm.” The man was shooting daggers at the fathers back. 

“Sir?” 

His attention snapped back to you. You gave him a kind smile, tilting your head and your hair fell over your shoulder. “Is there anything I can get you? Maybe a coffee?” 

He stared at you. There was recognition in his eyes, something soft and loving but you didn’t know. He was intense, you could feel a certain aura of darkness to him- something that should send warning bells off- but it only made you curious.

“Yeah, sweetheart. A coffee would be good.” He nods, clasping his hands together and resting his elbows on the table. 

“Cream and sugar?” 

He paused, a heartbeat passed. “Black is fine.”

“Anything else?” 

“What would you recommend doll?”

“Uh…Well,” You considered the choices. “We have this really good c-”

“Chicken sandwiches?” He asks. You smiled, tilting your head with a small scrunch of your nose- wondering how he managed to finish your sentence. “I’ll take one.” 

“With fries?”

“Sure.” 

“Okay!” You returned your notepad to your apron. “It’ll be right out.” 

“Thanks.” He replies leaning back in his seat. You lingered for a moment, wanting to talk to him more- but you didn’t know what to say, just nodding and turning to return to the counter where your friends were both smiling at you devilishly.

“Let me guess, he ordered something?”

“Shush, maybe he wasn’t hungry yet?” You argued, going around to their side of the counter, where you went to a pot of coffee that was brewing, and grabbed a mug from the shelf above it. As you poured, you snuck a glance back at the man. He was still watching you. 

Quickly snatching your eyes away from him, you focused on the coffee. 

“Oh, breaks over.” Kim looks at her watch, “It’s your break.” She looks at you, reaching for the coffee, “I’ll take over till you come back.”

“No-” You took it away, tone defensive before realizing your mistake as Kim raises her eyebrows “I- I’ll give it to him. Then go on break.” 

“Alright.” She smiles, side-eying Maria who looks equally amused. Embarrassment filled your soul as you sigh dejectedly, going back around the counter, avoiding the stares of the girls as you brought the coffee to the mans table.

“Thanks sweetheart.” He reaches for it, his fingers brushing over yours in a move that felt purposely, he looked up at you as he set it on the table. “Going on break?” 

“Uh..” You blinked in surprise. Eavesdropping much?

“Yeah.” You nodded. “Um, she’ll-” You nodded to Kim at the counter, “Will bring out your food for you.”

“Alright,” He sips his coffee. Brows raised in surprise. “Pretty good. Was told you guys had great coffee.”

“Oh, yeah uh…The owner gets a real special brand. He’s a real stickler about good coffee and all. Wants the diner to be one of those diners that can truly say it has the worlds best coffee.” You threw your hands up, before smoothing them over your apron.

He nods, leaving you both in quiet silence. 

“Um, well…” You smiled, “Enjoy!”

“I will.” He looked up at you, taking another sip of the coffee. “Enjoy your break.” 

“Thanks. You too!” 

He quirked a brow, the corner of his lip tilting up in amusement. 

“I-” You didn’t bother coming back from it.

You turned around, making a face at yourself and walking away from his table where you headed towards the kitchen, making fists at your side. Why did you have to be so awkward?

“He’s checking out your ass.” Maria mutters to you as you passed her- and you felt the embarrassment dig itself deeper. Ignoring her, you entered the kitchen passing the cook and out the back door- grabbing your purse on the way, scoffing at yourself for being a complete weirdo. 

Cold wind blew over your face- giving you a feeling of freedom from your job that you can feel is slowly taking away bits of your soul with every fatty meal you serve. 

You found a quiet spot at the back of the restaraunt. Your usual spot to hide from nosy coworkers or customers so you can decompress. The diner back into a vast woods, one that you have explored many times growing up and knew like the back of your hand. It was your favorite place- the only place where you could taste freedom, to be open and curious about the world. 

Reaching into your purse, you pulled out a pack of reds and a lighter, picking a cig from the pack and placing it between your lips. Truth be told- you didn’t actually like smoking. It tasted awful, made you smell, and was honestly a waste of money.

Yet you liked the feeling of choosing to do it anyway.

You used your hand to protect the flame of the lighter from the wind as you creased your brows in concentration, taking a deep breath as the butt begins to burn and ash. Smoke filled your lungs- and made you cough. 

You stared off into the distance- watching a cardinal as it lands on a branch, its wings fluttering as the cardinal seems to decide it’s next move. Then tipped your head up to the sky. Blue with some white fluffy clouds that seemed to idly float by. 

“Shouldn’t be smoking those.” You heard a deep voice by your side. You nearly jumped out of your skin, almost dropping the cigarette. You looked at him with wide eyes, and he just smirked. Reaching over, he plucked the cigarette out from between your fingers. “They’ll make you sick. You don’t even like em.” 

You scoffed- open your mouth wanting to share a few choice words for how he just walked up to you and snatched your cigarette away. You stared at him incredously- unbelieving of the nerve of this stranger, but your expression quickly fell and heat bloomed in your cheeks as he stuck your cigarette between his lips, and you could see his tongue run over the end- like he was trying to taste you off it. 

“How do you know?” You managed to say, sounding less angry than you wanted, your eyes looking up at him from your stolen cigarette, which was now resting on his lips. You were trying to be accusatory, to stand up for yourself against the stranger who’s presence had now become overwhelming- but your voice was instead quiet and timid. You didn’t realize when he was sitting in the booth just how big he was. He was towering over you. “You don’t know me.” 

His eyes trailed over your figure. “No, I don’t.” He says, a moment of hesitation in his voice. He took a puff of the cigarette. “But I can take a guess. You’re a pretty, young, innocent, lil lady, going to college in her hometown, working at a little diner just to make ends meet. You got an overbearing mother, you drive a ‘61 Chevy Corvair, passed down from your granddad. You like art, painting especially, blare your music with the windows down, and you hate ketchup- you think it smells weird.” 

You blinked. “Have you been stalking me?”

“It’s just a lucky guess, sweetheart.” 

You scoffed, crossing your arms and looking away. Now put off by him, figuring you encountered just another creep- this one happened to just be handsome.  “Well, maybe you should go away.” 

“Aw, cmon.” He removed the cigarette from his lips, dropping it to the ground and stomping it out with his foot. “Don’t be like that.” His hand came to your cheek, gently leading you to look back at him. He was even closer to you now. The scent of cigars and cologne clung to him, and made you lightheaded. “I can make a few more lucky guesses about you…” He grinned. ”That you carry the world on your shoulders, considerate and kind. You crave adventure. You want to see the world and what it’s got to offer….” 

His thumb brushed over your bottom lip. His eyes flicked down from yours, tracing over your parted lips. His turned low and suggestive. “and you want someone that’ll take good care of you, don’t you princess?” 

Now your heart was pounding out of your chest, holding your breath, unable to take away your eyes from the handsome stranger who had now completely captivated your attention. He had this arrogant look in his eyes but you couldn’t bring yourself to care despite all the signs that told you he was trouble. You could only imagine how you must look to him. 

“What…What’s your name?” You asked, remembering to breathe.

He seemed to pause for a moment. “James. But you can call me Logan.” His voice turned soft, lips forming into a handsome grin. Your knees went weak at that smile. His hand dropped to his side, and he braced the other against the wall as he leaned towards you. 

“Logan.” You repeat. “Why did you come back here? Don’t you have food you were waiting for?”

“Guess I was missing your face already.” He says. “You don’t see someone as beautiful as you often.” You pressed your lips together and looked away, bringing your hands together and anxiously fiddling with them. This man was so strange. 

You were used to unsolicited flirting, but for once you couldn’t mind him. Despite how…Brazen and odd he was being.

“Couldn’t wait another 10 minutes?” You remarked.

“Clearly.”

You smiled, a bit bashful as you avoided looking at his face. Silence filled the air, and all you could think about was how good he smelled. You could feel him staring at you, unable to take the silence longer- you decided to deflect him, distract from the strange feeling you had in your heart. 

“So..Logan, why are you here? Like why did you come to this little town? Not much to see around here, y’know. Unless it’s to lecture me about my habits and ask my recommendations off the menu…” 

A smirk at your comment. “Passing through.” He responds, his smile dropping. “Just uh……” He trailed off, and you could see him thinking. “Seeing a good friend of mine.” a half smile grew on his face as he says it and a glimmer in his eye. 

You nodded, dropping your gaze to the concrete and crossing your arms.”Who? I probably know them. Almost every knows everyone around here.”

“Ah, you wouldn’t.” He says. You looked back up at him.

“Try me.” 

He chuckled, shaking his head. “You really wouldn’t, sweetheart, trust me.” 

You sigh exasperated, and in the back of your head, it made you wonder if maybe it was a woman. There’s no way a man like him doesn’t already have a lady- probably multiple ladies under his arms. It irked you, to know that you’re likely not the first- or only woman who’s going to flirt with today. 

You’ll likely never see him again, though. 

“Where’d you come in from?” You ask, in attempt to find out more about the stranger- who seems to be so “lucky” at guessing about you. It’s not like you told him that it was true, but you needed to know his story.

How did he know your story? Was it that common? Were you predictable?

“New York. Westchester.” He says. 

“That’s a nice area. You live there?”

“Not exactly.” 

You pout. He smiled. 

“You’re cryptic aren’t you?” You mutter.

“For good reason, don’t worry about me.” He says. He reaches out, fixing a strand of hair back into place and smirking. 

“It’s still a little weird you know so much about me.” You say crossing your arms. “Or-” You caught yourself, “What you think you know about me.” He chuckles, silent for a moment- His eyes observing you.

“Your friends told me.” He says finally, letting the truth fall out. Your face fell. He smiled sympathetically. 

“I’m going to kill them.” You sighed dropping your arms to your side. Your friends mean well, always encouraging you to do more, especially in romance- but this was too much.

“I asked.” He tipped his head towards you. You looked up at him.

“Couldn’t ask me yourself?”

“You seem a bit shy…”

Embarrassment rushed through you. Only you were distracted by his hand gently gripping your chin to turn you to look back at him. 

“That’s okay.” He smiles. “It’s cute, seeing you like this.” 

The phrase was strange, but you couldn’t pay attention to that when you looked into his eyes. A pretty hazel color, you found a new sense of appreciation for it- It almost green in the sunlight. You couldn’t help but lean in closer to him. His smile grew. 

“Your breaks over- Ah-! Sorry!” Kim stops in her tracks as she pushed the door open. She suppressed a grin at the intimate moment you found yourself with the stranger. You quickly stepped away, while Logan dropped his hand to his side. 

His expression held a tiny bit of annoyance, not glancing at Kim. 

“Better get back to it, little missy.” He teases you. You rolled your eyes, 

“Your foods ready by the way, sir-” Kim says a bit awkwardly. He nods. 

“See ya inside.” He winks. 

He turns to walk back around the building, and you stood there watching him- completely dumbfounded. Kim was watching to, a faint smile on her face as she turned to look at you. You finally broke you stare when he turned around the corner, and met with Kims eyes. 

“That was cute.” She scrunched her nose. 

You shook your head, “I’m not talking to you.” you say in passing as you walked inside. 

“wh-What? I didn’t mean to interrupt the moment!”

When you went back inside, to your relief- or despair, Logan was gone, having taken the sandwich with him. He left behind his payment, and a hefty tip. You went to split it with Kim, since she technically did half of what you did. 

“No no, that was definitely all for you.” Kim giggled pushing the money away. 

“You literally gave him the food.”

“Yeah but he wasnt even at the table anymore when I brought it out. That tip is for you. Didn’t leave his number though…” 

“Are you sure?” You ask. “You said earlier you were strapped for cash.”

“Yeah but I helped that creepy dad with his kids while you were on break too, and he gave me a huge tip, and his number.” She winked. You gave her a forced smile, nose scrunching in digust.

“Your taste in men worry me.” Maria remarks. “Have you considered a therapist?”

You went through the rest of your work day, it was slow, and when you got off work decided on spending some of your hard earned cash at your favorite shop.

You drove down the familiar suburban streets and parked in the towns square, a busy little center of your small town with a park in the center, and various shops and restaurants surrounding it. As you walked the sidewalks, you found yourself searching for Logan. If he was visiting a friend, surely they would come hang out somewhere around here? Your little diner was just a fluke place that happened to be nearly on the outskirts of town- almost everything was located inside the square. 

You didn’t spot him anywhere to your disappointment- his eyes lingering in your memories. Shaking it away, you continued about your day, entering your favorite shop.

You stepped outside of the shop after a half hour of browsing, indecivisely deciding on what you wanted to buy. New records, jewlery, perfume, and a candy bar- for a treat.

Looking at the small park that was filled with people. Children were riding bikes, shooting out in front of cars who lay their horn. Couples holding hands as they walked down the street. Various other folks, playing frizbee, jogging, or just enjoying the afternoon. 

Your little small town was a beautiful place- and you did appreciate and admire it’s quirks and people. However, a nagging feeling resided in you- a feeling of wanting to see more. Like there was something out there- Meant for you.

That man, Logan, had hit the nail on the spot for what you wanted in your life- especially right now. 

Who was he really?

You thought about his face, his eyes and smile. It was like he walked right out of dream. You hope you’ll see him again; then again, maybe not. Him, with an awkward girl such as yourself? 

No chance that’s happening. 

You were lost in thought, walking on autopilot as you thought about the mysterious man that was Logan, and honestly, what an odd interaction it was.

You didn’t notice the man you were walking towards, but he noticed you.

“Well, hello again, honey.” 

You almost didn’t hear or notice him until his hand went to your shoulder to stop you. You looked up in surprise, and felt your stomach sink in dread.

Your customer from earlier, the father who had more of an interest in a girl twice younger than him, rather than an interest in spending time with his children. The one who somehow managed to get lucky enough to appearance Kims poor decisions and have her take his number. His smile made you uncomfortable, and the grip on your shoulder sent alarms off. 

Gently stepping away, you forced a smile.

“Hello,” You say simply. 

“You off work?” 

“Uh…”

“Silly question.” He laughed, “Seeing you got groceries and all. I’m done too, yknow, babysitting.” He makes a cringing face, as if spending time with his kids was unwanted thing. 

“Okay.” You nodded, glancing around for an excuse to escape this awkward interaction. 

“Now I know you turned down giving me your number earlier but uh…Seeing we both got free time, maybe we can go get a coffee?”

“Oh-” You forced a smile. “I’m sorry but I’m just not interested, and I have assignments for classes that are due tomorrow and all.” You nod, hoping he’ll take that for an answer. He doesn’t.

“It’s just for an hour, what’s the harm?” 

“I’m sorry but no-” You say firmly, turning away to get away from the creep. Only you felt him grab your arm and yank you back to him. 

“Why are you being so rude? I was polite to you lady.” 

“Hey, let me go-” You try to tug your arm free, but his grip tightened. 

“Your generation is full of stuck ups, you know that?” He sneers. “I-”

“Hey bub.” 

You and the man both turned your heads, where Logan stood- an unimpressed look on his face. He grabbed the wrist of the hand holding you- squeezing it so tight the asshole had to let go of you, which you quickly yanked yourself away and watched with wide eyes.

“Hey! Mind your business, let me go!” He shoves at Logan who didn’t even budge from his touch, before attempting to wiggle his arm free. Logan twisted it, making him shout in pain, before his other fist come up to his face.

You watched in bewilderment as three sharp and boney, claw-like appendages slid out from between his knuckles, in front of the eyes of your attacker. He shouts in surprise.

“What the hell?!” 

“Don’t touch her, don’t look at her, don’t even fucking think about her- or these are going to go where the sun don’t shine, got it?” 

He barely lets out a whimper before Logan shoves him to the ground. You let out a small gasp, your eyes staring at the claws on his fist- not even the man as he attempts to scurry away in fear. You watched them retract back into his hand- small bloody cuts that healed over just as quickly as they appeared. 

You were so flabbergasted you didn’t even hear Logan ask if you were okay. 

“Hey-” He snapped his fingers in front of your face, snapping you out of your trance. “You got your head in the clouds sweetheart, you need to be careful.” 

“Oh- Um..Thank you.” You say, blinking a few times. “I didn’t even notice him.”

“That’s what I mean, he’d been watching you since you left that shop.” He says, brows creasing as he looks down at you. “Gotta get out of the pretty head of yours and focus on what’s going on around you. Wouldn’t want you to get hurt.” 

“Right.” You laughed nervously, attempting to snap out of the haze you were finding yourself in. You couldn’t get the image of his claws out of your head, as your eyes went down to his fist again. He caught you staring. 

“That scare you?” He asks, and you watched his fist clench at his side. 

“Well it was…A little strange to see- Did I see that right?” You looked up at him. He smiled, noticing people approaching from behind you. His hand went to your hip, gently encouraging you to step to the side into an alleyway next to where you were.

He didn’t need to be flashing those all over the place anyway.

Your mind went to the feeling of his hand on your hip- noticing how warm it felt, like it belonged there. 

“Why don’t you see for yourself?”

His hands made a fist, and you gasped as you heard a Snikt! Revealing boney claws protruding from between his knuckles. Your mouth hung open, as you reached your hand up to touch them- but stopped, looking at him. 

“Go ahead, just be careful, they’re sharp.” 

You nodded, touching one and feeling the rigid surface. “That’s…” You shook your head. “That’s amazing! And you can heal too?”  

“I sure can.”

“Is it…Like magic?”

He smiled, like he knew you were going to say that. “I’m a mutant sweetheart.” 

“A mutant? I thought…” You pulled your hand away. “I thought they… were dangerous.” 

He frowned, his claws retracted back into his fists. “Who told you that?” 

“Well….” You looked away, a nervous laugh escaping you. “You know how the world is. Everythings bad news now.”

“Do I look dangerous to you?” He stepped closer, his voice low. You looked down, fiddling with your hands, stammering with your answer but his hand came up to cup your chin- forcing you to look up at him. “Hm?” 

“You…You seem nice.” Your voice was practically a squeak, and he smirked. “I just…You hear all this stuff about them.”

“I know. You don’t know better. Yet.” 

You blinked up at him. His eyes regarding you with gentleness, understanding. It felt like he understood you. Like he gets it, everything you feel. Like he saw right through you.

“Logan?....” 

“Yeah?” 

“I-”

“Who is this?” 

Your body and soul jumped at the shrill sound of your mothers voice. You stepped back and Logan only looked extremely irritated. 

“Mama-” 

“What are you doing?” She walks over. “You- Stay away from my daughter-!” She points at him, but he didn’t look too impressed. 

“Ain’t here to hurt her, ma’am.” His tone one of annoyance. He dropped his hand to his side, claws retracting.

“Sure you’re not, you mutie.” She hisses. “I saw your…Your claws! You freak!” She sneers, and spits at his shoes, but he only smirked. “Come on, I’m taking you home.” She snatches your arm, dragging you along with her out of the alleyway. 

“Mom!” You tried to argue but she only tugged you to continue following her.  “I’m sorry,” You looked back, apologizing to Logan, but he smiled. 

“S’alright sweetheart, I’ll see you later.” He winked at you, before moving to pull a cigar out of his jacket. You stumbled, and looked back at him- fascination growing in you as the magic man stood in the alley, watching you with half-lidded eyes as he smoked. 

Something inside you stirred, hearing his words. He’s so sure of it.

You were going to make sure of it as well. Initially brushing Logan off wasn’t the plan anymore- You felt like a magnet, drawn to him.

Your mother shoved you into her car, before her heels clicked against the concrete loudly as she walked to the drivers side. She was silent as she got in, keys clashing and her purse tossed to the floor of the car by your feet. 

“I have my own car.” You argued, 

“Well clearly you can’t be trusted to be alone. We’ll go get it tomorrow.” She mutters. You scoff in disbelief, but she didn’t say another word.

You didn’t say a word either. Frustrated by your mother's protectiveness. She insists the world is out to get you. You had to fight tooth and nail to go to college, to have most of your independence. Some days you feel like you won the war, your mother letting go of her tie on you just a little bit more- but then things like this happen.

It was silent the entire drive home- but you held your own. Irritation of her interrupting your conversation with Logan. Yes, maybe you were curious, Logan was handsome, he seemed kind, he had your attention - but you’re not dumb. 

You kept your head high and shoulders straight. 

It wasn’t until she pulled into the driveway that she finally spoke. 

“Why were you with him?” She asks, her tone full of irritation. “Who was he?”

“A customer. I was saying hello to him because I saw him earlier today.” You say casually. 

“So what, he was just…showing you his…Mutation?” She says with disdain. 

“So what if he was?” You asks. “You always acted like mutants are sooo terrible, but why? They’re just people. They’re bad people out there too, that aren’t mutants.”

“We’re not talking about other people we are talking this man you’re hanging out with. How old is he? He looks much older than you.” 

“Okay? And?” You say. “We were just talking.” You finally turned towards her. “He actually helped me, I was being harassed by another man and he scared him away.” 

Your mother scoffs, shaking her head. “Using his claws?” She asks in disgust. 

You rolled your eyes. Grabbing your shopping bag and purse, you left the car without saying another word to her.

On one hand, you knew your mom meant well. She was screwed over by your father who you never met- young and left alone to raise a child in a society who looked down on her... There was a time where you two were best friends but as you grew older, curious, and wanting your independence she clung to you tight- but it would made you struggle harder. 

On the other, the hatred she spews about other people. Especially mutants. You never took her too serious. The way she treated Logan though- awful.

You went straight to your room, changing from your work uniform into a simple outfit, jeans and a blouse. There was a paper for class due in a few days - but working on it seemed futile. Logan kept crowding your mind. After another attempt to reread a passage of the book your paper was about- you slammed it shut and looked at the ticking clock that sat on your messy desk. It was evening now, as you glanced out the window and saw the sky was beginning to fade, the blue of it still visible, but the evening sun had grown tired and was beginning to set. 

You hadn’t snuck out in a long time. A very long time. Able to more boldly leave the house in the past but this time you didn’t feel like having another argument or dealing with the headache of your mother's worries. 

You wanted to see Logan, a man who just seems magical to you. He seemed so confident, sure of himself and the world. 

Walking over to it, you shoved your broken window up, the frame was uneven, making the window nearly impossible to open without having to smack your palm against it to push it up. It squeaked, fighting against you before you finally got it up enough that allowed you to squeeze out. 

You turned back to grabbed your bag, and when you looked out the window-

You’re greeted by the sight Logan on your lawn. 

“Sneaking out darling?” He calls up to you.

“What!- What are you doing here?” You kept your voice low, at risk of your mother hearing you- or noisy neighbors who snitch. 

“Was going to do some old fashion serenading but I forgot my guitar.” He smirks at his sarcasm. “You going somewhere?”

“Uh….” You turned to sit on the windowsill, looking away from him. You didn’t want to admit you were sneaking out to see him. You wanted to talk to him more, you liked his kindness, fascinated that he was a mutant- but you couldn’t admit that.

Or maybe it was the way he looked at you. Someone to be desired.

“I was thinking about just going out.” 

“Why not use the front door?”

“I got into a fight with my mom.” You say, embarrassed at how childish it sounds. You began to fiddle with your hair, trying to style it and distracting yourself. 

“And don’t feel like dealing with her more, yeah?” 

You sighed, letting your hands dropping in your lap. 

“I don’t blame ya. Come on sweetheart.” He waved his hand at you to come out. “Lets go for a drive.” 

You face fell at his offer- you probably shouldn’t go drive around with a man you just met, but then you look at him and your mind led you to wonder if Logan was searching for something more than the pleasure of your company- with the way you see his eyes scanning over your figure; and you wouldn’t mind giving it to him. 

So you smiled, and nodded. Returning to climb out, you first stuck your legs out until your hips were out the window. You had to be careful, your window was located several feet from the ground. Not a terrible fall but wouldn’t feel great if you did. 

Fortunately, you’ve had a lot of practice. 

Twisting yourself so you were now facing your bedroom, you began to climb out. You felt his hands on your hips, holding onto you securely as you climbed out, allowing you to hop to the ground safely. He didn’t let go of you, making you bump into his chest. 

“Sorry,” You looked up at him, but he just smiled- his hands tightening on your hips, before letting go, reaching for your hand and taking it in his.

He led you to his car, a black Buick- a nice car. You couldn’t help but wonder if he had some money. He did say he was from Westchester. 

When you reached it, he reached over and opened the passenger side for you, letting go of your hand so you could get into the car. 

“Buckle up.” He winks at you, before shutting the door and walking to the other side. 

He climbed in, a small groan escaping him as he shuts the door, and starts the car.

“You need to put on your seatbelt.” You tell him, repeating the same sentiment. He smirks. 

“I don’t need it.” He throws the car into drive, 

“What, you can heal so you just throw yourself into danger anyway?” 

“Something like that.”

You both were in silence, save for the radio that played rock music. You reached over, turning it up to fill the silence. a Led Zeppelin song was playing- one of your favorites.

“Knew you would do that.” He says quietly, a thoughtful look on his face. You looked at him, adjusting yourself against the seat.

“How?” 

“You…” He stopped, “Just seem like the type to like this band.” 

You made a face, unbelieving of his expression. “Sure….” 

“You hungry? You have dinner yet?” He asks, quickly changing the subject.

“Um no dinner yet.” You shook your head. “I’m a little hungry, but you don’t need to buy me anything.” He turned on his blinker despite your words, turning into a parking lot of a fast food place. As he reached the speaker, the cashier spoke up asking for the order.

Before you could tell him what you wanted- He said it. The exact order you were going to ask for. You stared at him in disbelief, brows creased and lips set in a frown. After he finished yours, he said his own. The cashier gave the total and told him to pull up to the window. 

He began driving, glancing at you, and then a double take when catching your expression. 

“What?”

“I-” You shook your head. “You know what, I’m not going to ask. I’m just gonna assume maybe your mutation includes reading minds or something.” 

He smirked. He pulled up to the window, taking out his wallet and paying the cashier, grabbing the food and handing them to you. 

“I can pay you back,” You offer.

“No,” He shook his head. You reached into the paper bag, searching for Logans order, and unwrapping it for him before handing it over. “Thanks sweetheart.” He took a bite, as he continued to drive. 

“Where are we going?” You asked.

“Any requests?” 

You shrugged, tossing a fry into your mouth. “Why are you um…Y’know, trying to hang around me?”

You thought you knew, but you wanted to hear his excuse.

He quirked a brow. “The last few times we’ve run into each other is just a coincidence.” He says, before taking another bite of his food. 

“Sure…” You spare him a side glance. He showed up at your house. Another moment of silence. “Did you see your friend?”

“Yeah, I did.” 

More silence.

“Logan.”

“Yeah?”

“Who are you?” 

He didn’t say anything, but you swear you saw the corner of his lips twitch, resisting a smile. You watched him, observing the details of his face. Your eyes glanced around the car you sat in, and went to casually toss another fry in your mouth, still staring at him suspiciously. You could tell he was wracking in his head an answer to tell you.

“You’ll find out.” He says. You blink. “But I’m a friend.” He quickly adds. 

“That is SO cryptic oh my god!” You laughed, shaking your head. 

“I know it doesn’t make sense but-”

“No, no, far be it for me to yknow…Be nosy I guess.” You shrugged. He smirked. You heard the turn signal flip on, and he turned into a park. It was a place you’ve went to before with friends. It had a big lake to swim and boat in, and hiking trails. 

“Heard the sunset was pretty to watch here.” He says, changing the subject, again.  

“It is.” You ate another fry as he parked the car. “I would come here to watch it with my friends.” 

“Yeah.” He sits. “C’mon, lets watch it.” He opens the driver door, stepping out. You stared at him dumbfounded as he walked around the car, and opening the passenger side. He waves with two fingers for you to hop out, grabbing the fast food bag for you. 

He had you sit on the hood, laying his jacket over it and lifting you up to sit. Everytime his hands touched you- you thought about the claws. You didn’t feel a single ounce of danger though. Logan felt safe, his touch was warm, and the way his eyes regarded you- it made you bashful, unable to look at him for long. 

You ate together in silence. 

“So, what do you want to do, after college?” He asks.

You don’t recall telling him you’re in college- oh well.

You answered, telling him about your degree. He listened to every word, eyes focused on you. He smiled at the stories you delved into, yapping away without realizing. It just felt comfortable to talk. It simply isn’t easy for you to open up to anyone- especially a stranger like Logan. There was an energy between you that fit. He interjected occasionally, his own sarcastic comment or to compliment you. You talked like you were old friends.

At some point his hand reached over, brushing against your thigh. You glanced at him with a curious look. 

He quirked a brow, “Just grabbing my cigar.” He says, hand climbing into the pocket of his jacket.

“Oh.” 

You watched him. A single claw popped out, slicing the cap of the cigar off, before he stuck it between his lips, lighting it with an old flip lighter. 

“Can I try?” 

He glanced at you. “You don’t like smoking.” 

You rolled your eyes. “I just wanna try.”

He clicked his tongue, handing the cigar to you. You barely under how to hold it- to big between your fingers like a regular cigarette. So you settled to keep it pinched between your thumb and forefinger. Your brought it to your lips.

“Just don’t-”

You took a deep inhale, only to fall into a rough coughing fit that brought tears to your eyes. You gave it back to him, hacking a lung and he reached a hand over to rub your back. 

“Okay.” You cleared your throat, quickly wiping away the tears. “You’re right I don’t like it.” 

“It’s about the taste sweetheart. You’re not supposed to inhale it.” 

“Yeah? I’ll pass anyway….” You trailed off, now embarrassed that you hacked a lung out in front of him. 

The sky changed into oranges and pinks, the deep blue slowly bleeding into it as the sun disappeared in the horizon, leaving you and Logan in the dark. Your food was finished, and you both sat in empty silence.

“Ready to go home?” He asks. 

You didn’t want to. You didn’t want to leave Logan either. You nodded anyway, taking Logans hand as you hopped down from the hood. He grabbed his jacket and pulled it on, before following you to the passenger door and opening it for you.

“Logan.” You stopped, leaning against the open door. 

“I don’t really want to go back home yet.” You say quietly. He smirked.

He brought you to the motel on the outskirts of your little town.

“Stay here, I’ll pay for a room and come back, k?” 

You nodded, watching him climb out and leaving you in the car. You waited quietly, listening to the crickets chirping softly outside. You were left to your thoughts until a knock on the window took your attention. The door opened, and you climbed out, where Logan put his arm around you and led you to the room. 

He unlocked and opened the door, before handing you the key. 

He walked in after you, shutting the door behind him. “One of the nicer motels I’ve been to…” He mutters quietly looking around the room, walking to peer into the bathroom, and then the closet- he looked like he was checking for people. “Should be safe, but keep that door locked.”

He was right, you never actually stayed in a motel before but heard stories- this place, It wasn’t bad, it looked clean with simple cream painted walls, and the typical brown checker patterned curtains and bedsheets and red carpet to match.  You look at him over your shoulder.

“You’ve been to a lot of motels?”

“I’ve traveled a bit.”

“Yeah? Like where?” Your face brightened, as you turned to sit on the edge of the bed and tilting your head.

He chuckled, walking over to sit next to you, the mattress groaning under his weight. “Lots of places. Been all over the states, and a few countries.” 

“Wow, really?” You brought your legs up, criss crossing them on your lap. “For fun or?”

“Uh. Work.” He says. “Mostly. Some of it was because I didn’t have a home, so I was just wandering.” 

“No home?” You asked softly. “You don’t have any family or anything?”

“Well….” He looked at you. “I do. I just didn’t always have them in my life.” 

You smiled. “They are now?”

A heartbeat passed, a solemn expression on his face before he quickly turns neutral. “Yeah.” 

You nodded, taking a deep breath, before looking back at him with excitement. “So, the places you visited?”

“Ah, heh.” He leaned back on the bed on his side, using his elbow to brace him up and looked up at you. “Few places in Europe, France, Germany, England, some other smaller countries around there. Vietnam, Japan.”

“Vietnam…” You fiddled with you fingers, glancing down and back up at him, “Were you in the army?” 

“Yeah, I was.”

You nodded, deciding not to ask more about it. It was a sensitive topic these days anyway. 

He continued recounting a few places he traveled. “There’s city called Madripoor I was living in for a bit- for work- it’s in Southeast Asia.” 

“Really? What was it like?”

“Ah, this place was disguised to look like a paradise but it was filled with trash. Crime-ridden and everything. It had it’s own charm though.” 

“Sounds like an interesting place.” You sounded amused. 

“Heh, you…” He trailed off, his smile fading for a moment. “You didn’t-” He stopped, correcting himself. “- wouldn’t have liked it, so you’re not missing out.” 

You added that to your growing list of odd things about Logan.

“No?” 

“Nah.” He pushed himself back up. 

“Well, out of all the places you’ve been to, which one would I like? Especially since you seem to know so much about me anyway….” 

He laughs, and without hesitation answers your question, looking off at the wall with a dreamlike expression. “France. You would like France.”

“Yeah? Sounds nice…Too bad I probably won’t ever get to go there one day.”

“Ah, don’t worry sweetheart. I get the feeling you will.” He reached a hand over, placing it on your knee and squeezing it. You looked up at him, 

“Must be true, because you know everything about me.” You mention again. He didn’t say anything, but looked at you. “How do you know it all?”

“I’m just good at reading people.” 

You laughed, shaking your head. “That’s more than reading people!” You giggled. “You knew I don’t like ketchup because of it’s smell! You knew my exact order at that restaurant, That i’m a college student and..those other things…I know you said that you asked my friends but they said you didn’t ask them anything, unless they’re lying…” You shook your head. “Is this just some…Really elaborate prank?” 

“No prank sweetheart.” He says. 

“No? So…” You clasped your hands together in your lap. “Why are we here?” 

“You asked to come here.” 

“Well-” You stammered and looked away.

He smirked, leaning in closer to you. Your heartbeat grew fast at his proximity. “I just- this is really strange I mean…You’re visiting your friend, and I’m...just some random waitress?” You glanced down at his lips. 

“You’re not just some random waitress. You’re also gorgeous” He hums. You laughed again, attempting to hide your fluster. 

“You’re changing the subject.”

“For a good reason.” He leans in closer. 

“Being?” You didn’t budge, even as you could feel his breath on your lips, your eyes didn’t leave his even in his close proximity. Your heart was pounding out of your chest. 

He hummed, his lips brushing over yours as he talked. “Remember how you called me magic earlier?”

“Yeah…”

“Lets just say all this is magic. Alright baby?” 

You stared at him incredously, your lips just barely touching, and you burst into laughter. “Magic, yeah?” 

He chuckled at your mirth. “Yeah, it’ll make sense one day.” 

You didn’t stop him as he leaned in to press a kiss against your lips. It was so soft you could barely feel him. You felt yourself leaning into him. His hand resting on your knee squeezed it gently, before sliding up your thigh. 

It was like something triggered in you, and you stood up abruptly and stepped away from him.

“Shit, I’m sorry.” He says standing up, concern on his face.

“No! No, don’t be. I just…Realized how insane I’m being right now.” You reassure, and nervously laugh. “God I just- What am I doing?” You looked at him. He raised a brow. “I don’t know you but I just…Snuck off with you like it was nothing?” 

“Well…”

“Every time you look at me I just get this feeling like…Like in the pit of my stomach-”

“I could probably tell you what that is.” His tone cocky as he smirks, but you just shot him a scowl. 

“Not that.” You scoff. Although you couldn’t deny you felt that too. “It’s like… Like I’ve always known you. I never felt that before. Like I could trust you. Then you act SO weird and know all this stuff and honestly I should have ran away back at the diner but instead I just want to be closer. Now I’m here in some random motel- with you, I only known you a few hours, and it feels right but…” 

He stepped closer. “Then why deny it?” 

“I…Don’t know.” You looked at him, wides eyes and nerves on fire. “I don’t know what I should do.” 

He brought his hand to your cheek. “C’mere. I’ll show you.” 

Leaning in, he met you for another kiss. Sweet and gentle- you never shared one that felt so loving. Past kisses felt awkward, forced, but his felt like he knew how to fit his lips against yours. You leaned forward, deepening the kiss. His hand moved from your cheek, climbing into your hair. 

His lips moved against you, parting open to lick your bottom lip for entrance and you let him in. The feeling of his tongue surprised you. Warm, invasive- you weren’t sure how to counter it. A small chuckle escaped him. 

“Don’t be shy gorgeous.” He purrs. “Just follow my lead.” 

You swallowed, heart pounding in your chest. You pushed down your doubts, hesitation, for once you were going to take the leap and do something absolutely insane. Finally nodding, you kissed him back, attempting to return the same passion he was giving you. Another warm chuckled escaped him,

“Hey!” You muttered, “I’m new at this….”

“I know darling, you aint’ doing nothing wrong.” He brought his other hand to caress your cheek. “C’mon, give me some more sugar.” 

Now it was your turn to giggle. “That was so cheesy!” You teased him, ignoring the rush your body felt when he said it.

“You liked it though, didn’t you?” He hums, pressing his forehead against yours. 

“Maybe….” 

“And you like how I taste, hm?” 

Your face turned hotter, your thighs pressing together at his words. You nodded in reply. He was impossible, but you couldn’t stop now.

“You have no idea sweetheart, the things you can do.” He mumbles. “Don’t worry about me, alright, because all I am to you is someone who wants to take care of you- alright?”

Meeting his eyes, they were so intense the way they looked into you- right through you. You nodded. Maybe putting your full trust into someone you met wasn’t the smartest thing to do. You, all in-experienced and awkward shouldn’t be hanging with a man twice your age-

But hey, its memories, right?

He met your lips again, and you responded with the same eagerness. Slowly, but surely, you began to figure it out- melting into a deep sensual kiss that made you moan- your body pressing into him and your hands tightening its grip on his jacket. You were becoming light-headed- unused to the lack of air- you had to pull yourself away gasping, a string of spit connecting your lips. 

Logan’s eyes looked dark, he didn’t give you much time to catch your breath, his hand came to cup the back of your neck, pulling you back to him again as he captured you in another deep, searing, messy kiss. He swallowed your moans, responding with his own that made your panties uncomfortably wet.

His free hand, settled on your hip, slid up your shirt, cupping one tit and you gasped pulling back. 

“Too much?” He asks gently, 

“I- I just…”

“It’s okay, we don’t gotta do anything you don’t want to…” He mumbles gently, bumping his nose against yours. You shook your head,

“I want to. I just never did anything…like this.” It makes your face burn to admit that, a hit to your ego- especially to admit it to a man like him who is likely able to get ass whenever he wants. It made you wonder, 

Why me?

“S’alright. We can take it slow, stop whenever you want. How about we start with me first?” He smiles. He leaned back, grabbing your wrists. “Take off my jacket.” 

You nodded, helping him slide it down his arms, dropping it to the floor. He leaned down, catching you in another kiss as he brought your hands to the first button of his shirt. Your fingers traced over the cool fabric, before you carefully undid one button. 

“Thatta girl.” He smiled against your lips. “That’s what this is all about, taking care of each other. Understand?”

You nodded, undoing another button, and another, your fingers working quicker with each one to get the shirt off him faster, anticipation filling your lower belly. He rested his forehead against yours, waiting patiently as you undressed him and helped you slid the shirt off his shoulders. 

Your eyes practically bulged at his biceps, your hand coming up to stroke his muscles- you noted that his bicep was bigger than your entire hand. 

“You like it?” He smirked at your expression. He flexed, making the muscles, along with several prominent veins pop out. Your mouth fell open in a soft gasp.

You’re not going to survive this.

You traced your hands to his chest, where a white undershirt left it covered, your hand resting where his heart was beating. You didn’t catch the look he gave you- a look of yearning, an ache in his eyes. 

“You like your layers don’t you?” You smiled looking up at him. He laughed. 

“I’m from Canada.”

“That explains a lot.” 

He grabbed your hand, pressing his lips to your palm. “That suppose to mean something?” he mumbles into it. You stared at him a bit dumbfounded by his lips against your hand. He smiled down at you, leaning forward to catch you in another kiss- reminding you of where you both were. 

Feeling more confident, you grabbed the bottom hem of his tank, tugging it free from being tucked in his jeans, you lifted it over his head breaking the kiss, only to immediately return again. You pulled away once more, hands pressed to his pecs as you take in his chest- wide, hairy, muscular, you bit your lip and began wondering how the actual fuck you got so lucky.

You noticed the dogtags that rested on his chest. Your hand slid over to take them between your fingers. Two sets of tags, one had his name. “James Logan Howlett” You whispered.

“That’s me.”

The other, “Wolverine?” You looked up at him. A gentle expression in his eyes, he brought his hand over yours. 

“That’s me as well.” 

“What does it mean?” 

“It’s a long story.” He says. “Not all of it good. But it’s led me here…” He stepped closer. “In your arms.” 

You looked up at him with bright eyes, and nodded. “You’re here with me.” You say. He smiled, squeezing your hand.

“Now…Want to see more?” He asks, his low, almost a purr. He took your hand, bringing it down to his belt. “You can take it off.”

You stared at the belt, fascinated by the buckle that you traced with your fingers. Hesitation at first- wondering if you thought you were ready. You looked up at Logan, who waited patiently for your next move, and he gives you an encouraging nod. 

The belt clinked as you removed it, and then in turn focused on the button and zipper of his jeans. Your hands shook slightly, as you noticed the bulge that sat in the confines- but curiosity only made you keep going. 

Tugging the zipper open, you found he didn’t even have underwear underneath. Greeted by a bulging vein and a mess of dark curls that disappeared deeper into his jeans, you looked up at him with wide eyes. 

His arrogant smirk grew wider as his thumbs hooked into the belt loop of his jeans and he pushed them down. 

An audible gasp escapes you as you take in his girth. He was big. Hair covering most of him. His cock hung heavy, a thick vein ran from his pelvis to his tip, red and swollen- you could almost see it throbbing. 

You felt your mouth water staring at it. 

“What do you think?” 

“I-” You couldn’t think of a reply. He once again grabbed your hand, placing it on his belly. 

“Go on baby, you can touch it. It’s all for you.” His voice rumbles low, sending shivers down your spine. Your nails gently scraped the skin of his belly, lowering to his base. You fingers tracing the vein to the tip- soft, like you were afraid you would hurt him. “Here…” 

He gently led your hand to wrap around him. You noted how firm he felt, his skin hot, and he throbbed under your touch. “I like it like this.” He squeezed your hand, making you hold him tighter. A small groan escaped him. “Normally, you want to get it a little wet first.” He removed your hand, and spit into your palm, then nodded at you to return. You obliged, and began stroking him up and down. “Good girl..” He breathes, “Just like that.” He tipped his head back, his Adams apple bobbing in his throat as he swallowed hard. “Lil faster…..” 

You watched a milky white fluid bead at his tip, your hand coming up around it, and rubbing your thumb over the slit.

“Fuck- that’s good baby, keep doing that.” He mutters. His hand on your shoulder climbing into your hair, and he tugged you forward to kiss him. Hot, open mouth kisses, he began pressing them along your jaw and neck. You slowed your stroking over him, distracted by the feeling of his teeth and tongue, a small wince when he nipped at the crook of your neck. You heard breathy groans leaving him with each press of his lips as you stroked him faster- now wanting to watch the end result as you felt him grow harder in your hand. 

But he stopped you. 

Breathless, he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “That’s good sweetheart-” 

“But-”

“Lets save that part for the end yeah?” He mumbles, taking your hand off him. His head fell to your shoulder and you watched his stomach flex- resisting the building orgasm until the tension in his belly disappeared. 

“Want to give yourself a try?” He mumbles into your ear. 

“I….Maybe. I think so…” You say quietly. You had butterflies, a million worries in your mind over the thought of undressing and being with this man- for your first time ever. 

“Don’t worry, you’ll enjoy it.”

His voice was like a growl, goosebumps ran down your arms as he met your lips again. He slowly took your shirt off, before returning to kiss your lips, before messily moving down your chin and your neck. You shrieked when he suddenly picked you up, hands on your thighs and placed you onto the bed. 

Moving down to press kisses to your collarbone and the top of your breasts, his hand kept him supported above you, while his free hand roamed over your curves. 

“Just tell me if it becomes too much, alright?” 

You nodded, but you already knew you didn’t want him to stop at all. It didn’t matter how overwhelming it felt, how the butterflies in your belly felt like they were ravaging your insides. You wanted him, 

You needed him.

He had some kind of spell on you. He talked to you like he’s known you your whole life. His eyes carried something inside that made you want to discover what it was. His hands, calloused and rough, still felt delicate when he touched you. In your head flashed the claws that he so menacingly threatened the creep from earlier today with- but you felt no fear. He mapped out your body like he knew it- he was a stranger to you but his touch wasn’t strange.

He grabbed the cups of your bra, tugging them down to expose your breasts. Your nipples peaked to the cool air. You heard him muttering, ‘perfect’ under his breath. 

You gasped when you felt his tongue swirl over a bud. Then he switched to the other one, repeating the same motion. He pressed kisses over your breasts- gentle and filled with tenderness as he worships your breasts before finally taking one into his mouth and sucking, using a free hand to play with the other one. 

The feeling of his lips and tongue made your core ache, almost painful. Your hand came up into his hair, shutting your arms and arching your back into him, desperate for more. 

He let go of the first one, turning his attention to the second and repeating the same action. His tongue flicked at your peaked nipple as he looked up at you with a sinful smile. 

“You got some pretty tits darling.” He grinned, and heat rushed through your body to your core at his words. Only managing a small gasp in response.

He continued pressing pecks over your breasts, upgrading to small love bites before he moved down your belly. 

He hands moved to your jeans, sitting up to unbutton them slowly and carefully watching your reactions. You were nervous- but you were nowhere near ready to stop. “Want me to take this off?”

You nodded, helping him by lifting your hips off the bed as he slid your jeans off, along with your shoes and discarded them to the side. He stood over your, his eyes grazing over you barely-clad figure. 

He leaned back over you, slow and careful in his movements. One hand on your knee, he gently pushed it open, allowing him to slot himself between your legs. He braced himself on an elbow over you, his free hand reaching to snap at your bra.

“Lets get rid of this pesky thing, hm?” He asks. You nodded. His hand clenched, and a single claw came out, making you gasp as you watched him carefully tuck it under the center piece of your bra, and ripping it. He then ripped the straps, and tugged the torn remnants of your bra to the side, leaving you completely bare over him.

He towered over you, his weight a comforting- but a significant presence against you. His cock rested on your belly. He pressed a few more soft kisses to your lips, and along your jaw. 

“Doing alright darling?” He hums in your ear. You brought your arms to wrap around his waist, and nodded. “Yeah? You sure?”

“I’m okay.” You reassure.

He pressed a kiss to your temple, leaning down to nip your ear. “Fun fact about me sweetheart….The claws, and the healing factor ain’t the only thing I can do.” 

“No?” You tilted your head to look at him. 

“No. I got some good senses too. I can hear how fast your pretty heart is beating.” 

Your lips parted as you processed what he was saying. He moved to press a peck to the tip of your nose. 

“Could hear how fast it was every time I got close.” He was looking into your eyes now. “I can smell you too- how wet you were getting. How wet you are now.”

His hand slithered between your bodies, finding your panties and pressing over them, two fingers rubbing circles into the fabric where you clit was. He smirked at your expression. “Panties are soaked. First time a mans touched you like..Right?”

“Uh…”

“Nothing to be embarrassed about.” He leans down to nuzzle against your cheek. “I’ll show you how to be taken care of- just the way you like it.” 

Pressing another reassuring kiss to your cheek, he began working down your torso again, leaving kisses to each tit, and then a trail down to the hem of your panties. As he reached your core, he pushed your thighs onto his shoulders, before dragging you down to the edge of the bed with his arms hooked around them. 

“Mm.” He hummed, admiring your wet panties, leaning forward to take a deep inhale. “Fuck.” He cursed under his breath. You covered your mouth at the sight of him. “Smell fucking amazing sweetheart.” He groaned. He stuck his tongue out, lapping at the wet that stained your panties and moaned, his eyes rolling back as he licked at it again, using more pressure that made your muscles tense in reaction. He noticed, opening his eyes to look up at you. “Relax darling, it’s going to feel better if you do, promise.” 

You watched him return to your core as you attempted to settle your nerves. Leaning forward, he found your clit through your panties and wrapped his lips around them.

“Oh!” You gasped, your head falling back at the warmth that engulfed you. You stared up at the popcorn ceiling, mysterious stains speckled over it but you couldn’t focus on that as Logan sucked on your clit through your panties. 

His hands cradled your thighs, small groans escaping his throat as he savored your taste. He finally lifted his head, tugging your panties off and discarding them to the side. You closed your legs as he returned his hands to your knees.

“Come on.” His hands squeezed your knees, his eyes heavy with lust. “I want to see your pretty little pussy.”

You nearly imploded at his words, but he just grinned and forced your legs to spread, his large hands felt warm against your skin, pushing them apart 

“Ah!” You couldn’t tear your eyes away. He was looking down at your core, practically drooling at the sight. You saw his cock jump against his stomach, his tip beading more pre-cum. His hands firmly kept your thighs spread as he lowered his face to your core and began teasingly lapping at your folds. Your breath hitched at the feeling of his warm tongue, hands snapping into his hair. His eyes opened to look up at you, lifting his head up just enough for you to see, he teasingly flicked over your clit with a sinful grin. 

Filthy.

Your grip in his hair tightened, and he groans, diving further into your pussy, as he continues to drink up everything you were giving him. Only coming up once to speak,

“Taste like fucking heaven darling-” He coos, his beard and lower half of his face glistening with your juices, before returning to his place.

You squirmed, his tongue swirling over your clit in circles. Lifting your hips off the bed, you began to wiggle, your hands tugging at his hair. You grind your hips against his face involuntarily, your body instinctively seeking out the finish you were craving. 

“Logan-” You whimpered. His hands came up, pinning your hips to the mattress. He mumbled something against you but you couldn’t understand or bother to even focus. 

You felt his tongue delve into your hole, and you tugged at his hair hard- it must have hurt, because he moaned in response. Loud.

The longer he lapped at you like a man dying of thirst, the tighter the feeling in your lower belly grew. Your muscles tensed, and you squeezed your thighs around his head. His lips wrapped around your clit again, and finally you reached your peak. 

It was stars in your eyes, ripples of pleasure rushing through your body. Your mouth fell open, repeating Logan's name over and over- you didn’t even know what you were doing, your body just reacting on impulse. 

You never felt something so good before.

Just as it ended, you wanted more. 

Logan seemed to understand that. He never stopped. His eyes falling open to look up at you as your chest heaved and aftershocks ran through your limbs. His tongue returned to playfully flicking your clit, making you flinch from the overstimulation. 

“How’d that feel sweetheart?” He hums, adjusting his position, bringing two fingers to his mouth and began to suck on them while waiting for your answer..

“I….” You couldn’t think. 

“Yeah that’s what I thought.” He chuckles as he pops his fingers out. He brings them to your pulsing hole, soaked with your arousal and his spit, gently teasing it. “You looked real pretty cumming like that. Lets do it again yeah?” 

He sunk one finger in slowly and you gasped at the feeling. His hands were already big, that one finger making you feel full already. Slowly he began to pump it in out and of you. He pressed his thumb to your clit, rubbing teasing circles into it and smirked at your face. 

“Barely got started and you’re already fucked out.” He hums. 

“No…” You let out a small whimpered and shook your head. “I don’t want to stop-”

He pressed soothing kisses to your inner thigh. “Who says anything about stopping sweetheart?” He coos. Slowly, he adds another figure. Your breath hitches at the feeling of his fingers stretching you open. “You okay?” He asks as he stroked his fingers in and out of you slowly, curling them to press into the perfect spot inside you- like he knew exactly where to touch. 

You took a shaky breath and nodded.

“That’s my girl.” He grinned, moving to press kisses along your pelvis. His words sent shivers down your spine. 

He continued gliding his fingers in and out of you, stretching you open. Pulling out, he stuck them into his mouth, sucking them clean with a deep moan. “Can’t get enough of you…” 

He leaned down to latch on your clit again, returning his fingers inside you and continuing to curl them, pressing into the same spot that was making you see stars. Small satisfied grunts escaped him as he swallowed down your essence. 

You managed to prop yourself on your elbows, tipping your head back,a grin grew across your face. Your second orgasm was fast approaching. Logan wasn’t slowing down, seemingly picking up on your cues. 

You heard a snapping noise, and look down at him. He snapped his fingers from his free hand to get your attention, his eyes open while half his face was buried in your cunt. He made a motion with his freehand, telling you to keep watching. 

You nodded, your hands clenching the sheets. Your second wave of pleasure finally came, taking ahold of you but just as Logan ordered- You didn’t look away, didn’t shut your eyes. He wanted to watch you come undone on his mouth and fingers. He wanted you to see him.

Your body shook with each pulse that Logan dragged out with his fingers and tongue. You could barely register the drunk look on his face as he swallowed you, unable to get enough. 

You finished, muscles relaxing and collapsed back on the bed. 

Holy shit.

He sat up, an arm going around your waist and pushing you further up on the bed as he settled between your thighs. 

“Looked real pretty that second time princess.” He coos, nearly breathless and face flushed. He gave you a quick peck. You could taste yourself on him, his face drenched with your juices. He licked his lips. “Ready for the main course?” 

Without waiting for your answer he sat back on his knees, hands going under your thighs to spread them open further. His cock resting over your pussy. With a small thrust, he pushed through between your folds. A loud wet noise filled the room. You squeaked in embarrassment, your hands rushing to cover your face. 

You didn’t know why that made you so embarrassed. It was lewd, uncomfortable sounding, yet Logan didn’t pull away. You could feel him resting on you. Hot and heavy, an occasional twitch before he slides through your folds again in a swift motion. You pressed your lips together- unable to look at him or anything.

“Why don’t ya take a peek, darling? Don’t be scared.” He cooed. His hands came to your wrists, gently pulling your hands away from your face and pining them to the mattress, revealing a flustered expression and pouty lips. He smirked. 

Your eyes finally glanced down to where his cock was resting between your folds. He begin with long, drawn out thrusts, his tip bumping into your clit- sending shivers into your thighs as you gasp from the dirty sight. 

“See? Don’t you like how that feels baby?” 

You nodded, pressing your lips together as you watched him push his cock through your folds. More pre-cum beaded at his tip, leaking onto your clit. 

He didn't seem to pay mind to the wet noises your bodies were making together. He kept moving, gathering all your wetness over his cock. He was watching it- admiring it like it was art. 

“Look at this baby-” He murmurs, “Gorgeous sight ain’t it?”

God he’s such a pervert.

He’s right though.

He told you he was going to do things, just the way you like them. Yet you didn’t even know what you liked yet. You just knew that you did like everything he’s done tonight, how could you not? 

“Logan…” You were breathless. The butterflies raged inside you as you considered your next word. “Inside?”

The grin he gave you was devilish. “Whatever you want.” He leans down to give you a soft kiss, one arm going around your hip to lift you up more comfortably. He gathered a bunch of spit on his hand, using his free hand to lube his cock and aimed his tip to your hole. Leaning forward to hold you in a kiss, he pushed inside. 

“Oh-” You gasped, the sting of the intrusion was already too much as you felt yourself being stretched open. You grabbed onto his arms in response to the sting, tempted to tell him to stop, but you didn’t want him to stop either.

“S’alright, deep breaths.” He pressed his forehead against yours. “You can take it baby. I know you can.” 

Your nails dug into his skin while he gave you a moment to adjust. Then he pushed deeper inside.

“Logan-” You whined. A part of you wanted to do good for him- to take all he had to give. He just has a lot to give.

“Oh I know darling.” He coos softly. “It’s a lot ain’t it? But you’re being a such a good girl. You feel so good, just give it a minute, just relax.”

He leaned down to press his nose against your cheek, continuing to praise you as he went deeper. You took deep breaths, spreading your legs wider to accommodate his size as tears began to spring in your eyes. His fingers didn’t compare to the size of his cock, but you couldn’t complain. The longer it went on, the more the ache went away and you find yourself melting into the mattress feeling the warmth he filled you with. 

“There we go… Feels good now, doesn’t it?”

“Mhm.” You barely nodded, shutting your eyes, and tipping your head to the side. You took deep breaths, still growing used to the feeling of being so full. He cradled your head with his arm, while keeping his other arm wrapped around your hips and slowly pulled out, before thrusting back in, equally as slow. “It’s a lot” You breathed, your arms wrapped around his neck. 

“Just keep breathing baby-” He coos, “I got you.” 

You nodded, eyes squeezing shut at the feeling of him inside you. He buried his face into your neck, pressing soft kisses and murmuring sweet things into your ear, as he slowly thrusted in and out of you. 

He lifted his head up, hand coming up grip your face and make you look at him. “This is how a mans supposed to treat you darling. Supposed to gentle, make sure you’re happy.… Got it?”

“Mhm.” Your lips puckered as he squeezed the plush of your cheeks together. He smirked.

“Course, with me, you don’t need to worry about that.” He rests his forehead against yours, a breathless sigh escaping him. “You ready for more princess?”

“Yeah…” You nodded. Your brain was static- the feeling of him inside made you dumb, never felt this way before. 

You and your friends have gossiped about sex before. Most of your friends who have lost their virginity complained about it being boring- the guys they were with not knowing what they were doing. Other friends described it as the most magical thing of their lives- and you’re pretty sure they were lying. 

You didn’t know how your first time would go- you expected, or at least hoped it would be with someone you cared about- who cared about you. That it wouldn’t be painful- or a snooze fest. 

He braced a hand beside your head, his arm still cradling your waist as he began thrusting faster. A new shock of pleasure ran through you as his cock glide against your walls. Your mouth falling open and your eyes growing heavy. 

His moans graced your ears, as he kept a steady pace thrusting into you. Your body melded into his, as your head rolled back and forth- the new pleasure that Logan was giving you was so much. Your nails dug into his back, and you hooked your ankles around his hips- wanting him to be as close as possible.

Definitely not a snooze fest.

“Taking my cock so good sweetheart-” You heard him, “Like you’re fucking made for me.” 

A whine escaped you as he began thrusting faster, one hand coming up to cradle you face. 

“What’s that sweetheart?” His thumb brushing over your lips. “Feeling good aren’t ya? Doing okay?”

You nodded, shutting your eyes. You felt his lips on yours, giving you a messy kiss as he continued to fuck your brains out- You were in another world, mind lost in a swirl of new pleasures and unable to return his kiss. 

“C’mon-” His hand gripped you face again, making you open your eyes. “Kiss me properly darling.” 

You pouted, only making him more arrogant. 

“I know my cock feels so good doesn’t it?” He cooes, almost taunting. “but if you don’t want me to stop you better give me a real kiss.” He began to slow down his thrusts. The heavy swirl deep in your belly began to fade and you cried out.

“No, no! Don’t stop!” Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him down as you kissed him desperately. Hands climbing into his hair and tugging as he returned to his pace, his body pressed yours into the mattress. Your thighs tightened around his hips, refusing to let him go. 

You moaned into his mouth, and he swallowed each one with a moan, licking into your mouth, as spit was shared and left your head spinning. You couldn’t focus- his cock pounding into you, while his lips distracted you, and his body weight kept you trapped underneath him. 

The feeling returned, your felt your legs shake, in the back of your mind, you registering how hard the bedframe was slamming into the wall. Hopefully you don’t have neighbors.

“Logan-” You whimpered,

“Huh? Getting close baby?” 

You nodded, mouth falling open as you tipped your head back, you felt Logans hand press over your clit, circling over it with two fingers- sending a new wave of pleasure through you.

“Cum for me sweetheart, don’t be shy.” 

“Oh- Logan…” Your body tensed up, your core felt like fire as he fucked you through your third orgasm of the night. This one more intense- seeing stars in your eyes. You squeezed his cock so hard he could barely pull out. Pleasure wracked your body, tensing your muscles as you silently screamed Logans name- voice becoming hoarse from your moans. 

Logan didn’t stop, continuing to thrust as he pants and grunts in your ear. He watched you come undone on his cock, feeling your cream soaking both him and sheets. You felt him rut into you hard, before quickly pulling out. A low moan- nearly a growl graced your ears and you opened your eyes to watch as he jerked his cock to completion- warm cum painting your belly. His mouth was open, brows creased angrily, sweat beading his forehead and muscles. 

“Fuck-” He moaned, the last spurts of him leaking out as he slowed his rhythm over himself. 

He chuckles breathlessly, sweat beading his brow as he looks down at your fucked-out form, spread open, sweat and shivers running over your body. He noticed you staring at the mess he’s made on your belly. 

“Want a taste?” He asks with an arrogant grin, his voice still on edge from his coitus.

A swiped two fingers over your belly, collecting a generous amount of his cum onto it, before bringing it to your lips. 

“Open up.” 

You listened, any common sense, intellect, pride, was gone the moment Logan pushed his cock into you. You acted on baser instinct- and that was to let him do whatever the hell he wanted as long as he didn’t stop. 

He pushed his fingers between your lips as you parted them, swiping them over your tongue. You naturally closed your lips around his fingers, and a shaky breath escaped him. 

The taste was different- not what you expected, but not entirely unwelcome either. You shut your eyes, sucking his fingers clean, teeth grazing over the skin of his fingers, your tongue flat against them, ensuring every bit had been licked clean.

“You’re a natural.” He grins. You opened your eyes, exhaustion plaguing you. Leaning down, he catches you in another deep, searing kiss. It shoots down your spine, and you find yourself wanting him again even as your legs tremble and your body wanted sleep. 

He must have read your mind, his hand swiping up your body. “Want more, yeah? Don’t blame ya.” He purrs, leaning forward to kiss you. 

You ignored the sarcastic remark. 

He sat up abruptly. “How about I show you a different position.” 

He picked you up, manhandling you with such ease and pushing you into a new position- on your hands and knees. His hand pushed your knees apart, while the other pressed into the arch of your back. 

“It’ll feel better like this babe.” He says, another hand going to your shoulder to lower your top half to the mattress. His hands moved again, grabbing your hips and pushing his cock through your folds again. 

He’s already hard again?

You admittedly didn’t know much about mens biology. You were led to believe it was one and done. Logan however seemed eager to go at it much longer. The exhaustion that was plaguing you faded, disappearing as you prepared yourself for another round. 

Your hands gripped the sheets as you felt him push inside once more. 

“Goddamn.” 

You glanced over your shoulder, watching him tip his head back with parted lips. A burst of pride went through you, over how good you were making him feel. 

Feeling confident, you arched your back more and began rocking your hips against him- unable to wait longer and wanting to show him that you aren’t some naive little virgin- even if that was exactly what you were. Your eyes rolled back at how good he felt, especially in this position. His hands tightened on your hips almost enough for his nails to break skin, as he tipped his head back forward. Watching with half-lidded eyes, he smirked. 

“Gonna take a ride, sweetheart?” He hums. He lets go of his hold on you, hands falling to his side. “Go on, show me what you got.” 

You continued rocking against him, going faster every time you felt confident you could maintain the rhythm. Logans moans spurred you on, you could feel his hips slowly start to move with each bounce on his cock. Unable to sit still for long, Logan began meeting you with his thrusts- sending a rush through your body.

Grabbing your waist and pushing it down on the mattress, he began thrusting into you- rolling his hips slowly and dramatically with each thrust, making sure you felt every inch of his cock in and out of you.

“That’s it beautiful- take it all.” He moans. He began thrusting faster. You squirmed, wanting to meet with each thrust but he had you pinned. He leaned over you, his chest pressing into your back, heavy breaths in your ear. “This pretty pussys all mine, got it?” He growled. You whined. “C’mon, I want to hear you say it.” 

“It’s yours-” You breathed out, eyes rolling back. 

“Not like that, tell me your pussys mine.” He demands, nipping at your ear. “You can do it baby, word for word.”

Despite the fact that you were currently being railed, embarrassment rose. You already were so vulnerable with him, and now he wants you to say those words?

They were filthy!

A twisting in your stomach as you urged yourself to just say it. His hand, braced on the mattress slithered up your body and over your throat. He didn’t squeeze, just tilted your head enough to make eye contact. 

“Say it.” He says firmly. His cock glides in and out of you with ease. Your mouth fell open, staring into his hazel eyes. The corner of his lip twitched upwards. 

“I-” You couldn’t take your eyes off him. “My…” Your lip quivered, humiliation pricking your senses. “My pussys yours…” 

An evil grin grew across his face. “Damn right it is.” His hand came up to squeeze your cheeks, forcing you to keep looking up at him as he pounded into your cunt. 

You felt another orgasm approaching. You fell apart completely in his arms again, a sob escaping you, your eyes squeezing shut as you are pushed into overstimulation and he still didn’t stop. 

“Logan-” You squirmed, your hand reaching around, digging into the skip of his hip. Your eyes opened and looked up at him again begging. A look came across his face, something thoughtful came across it. 

He leaned forward, catching you in another kiss. This one just as messy, but sweeter. Tears pricked your eyes from his cock pounding into your sensitive walls, your body was becoming numb. He dropped his hold on you, both hands falling to brace himself on either side of you. He began rutting into you, small grunts escaping him before he quickly pulled out with a shout of your name, spilling himself onto the mattress. You dropped your gaze to the mattress, just in time to see the claws slid out as he grunts. They prick the bed, his hands clenched in tight fists. They retracted, leaving behind only the holes in the sheets.

Logans heavy pants filled the room, as he continued to lay over you, before pressing a few gentle kisses to your shoulder. 

“Stay right here sweetheart.” He says in a softer voice. You barely nodded, not that you could move anyway. 

He climbed off you, the mattress groaning from his disappearing weight. You heard footsteps, and the flick of a light switch. The sound of a sink running before he came back and gently rolled you onto your back. 

He gently cleaned you with a warm wet rag, careful not to be too rough. Your body shook while you were afloat in your after-sex dream world, barely able to register a thing around you. You could feel Logan's tende care though.

“Need some water?” He asks, brushing your hair back gently. You cleared your throat, shaking your head. 

He tossed the rag to the side after cleaning himself off, climbing back onto the mattress and pulling you into his side, tugging the sheets over the both of you. Your shaking slowly turned into small shivers, as Logan softly rubbed your back.

“You okay?” He asks. You nodded against his chest - noting how much you liked being close to someone- especially him. 

He was warm and flush still from your proclivities. Your arm wrapped instinctively around his waist. Sleep calling your name. His hand climbed into your hair, softly running his fingers through it. 

“You did good sweetheart.” He turns his head to kiss the top of your forehead. “Amazing even.”

“That was my first time.” You mumbled quietly, opening your eyes again to stare at the wall.

“Yeah, what do you think?”

“It was nice.”

A warm chuckle escaped him. “Yeah, it was. Get some sweet baby.” He turned to press a kiss to your forehead. “I’ll be here.”

When you woke up, it was when you felt Logan stirring. Drool was stuck to the corner of your mouth, dried onto his chest, but you could barely register anything before he spoke up. 

“Shit…” You heard him mutter. “Sweetheart, you up?” 

“Mm?” You grumbled, pulling yourself closer to him- Not ready to get up and leave the comfort of him. 

“I got to go.” 

Your eyes snap open. He gently removed your arm as he climbed out of bed. You watched with fluster and desire as he crossed the room ass naked, gathering your clothes first and setting them on the bed- and then grabbing his. 

You frowned sitting up, using the sheet to cover yourself. “Go?”

“Yeah, I got some stuff I need to do.” He says, stepping into his jeans. You watched with disappointment as his lower half disappeared, before shaking your head and snapping out of your lustful gaze. 

“C’mon, I’ll take you home.” He looks at you, before tossing some of your clothes your way.

You looked at him, a tad disappointed. On one hand- you knew that he wasn’t going to stay, another man just looking to get his and leave. You didn’t regret the night, knowing it was an experience you’ll remember forever. On the other, you were attached already- he just fascinated you. With his claws and his magic healing, the way he talks and looks at you- like you’re his world.

No one’s ever treated you the way he does.

A bit of stubbornness ran through you as you sat in place. Logan turned to look at you as he pulled his undershirt on.

“Well?” 

He waited for you to say something, but you didn’t. A small laugh escapes him as he walks back over to you. “Should’ve known you’d be too stubborn to leave. Never been one to miss out on a good thing, are you?”

You blinked in confusion at him. 

“Listen baby, I have to go.” He says in a soft voice, hand coming to tip your chin up at him. “ I got something important- really important to take care of. You- You got your life to live.” 

Your nostrils flared in frustration at his words and his smile grew. 

“Am I going to see you again?” You ask in a small voice. You wanted to come off more angry than that, but you came out more disappointed than you wished to seem.

“Yeah you will.” He says softly, his thumb brushed over your bottom lip. “It’s gonna be awhile though. A long time. You’re going to go through some serious stuff. You’ll get through it though.” He smirked, eyes glancing at your lips before meeting your gaze again. “And when we see each other again I might not going to remember this-”

You open your mouth but he holds his finger up. “There’s a good reason why- So just trust me, alright?” 

“Why can’t you tell me?” You asked. 

“It’s a long story sweetheart. I promise you though…You’ll come back home to me.” He leans in, kissing you gently. 

You melted into that kiss. The back of your head told you this was utterly ridiculous, that he was feeding you a bunch of bullshit excuses. 

Yet, another part of you can’t help but believe him. He parted. 

“We good?” He asks. 

“I guess.” You say, letting a small bit of attitude out. You had to resign yourself to accepting it anyway. He chuckles, seemingly unphased as he snatches your shirt and teasingly tosses it to your hands. You looked down at your shirt. “You ruined my bra.” You look back up at him. 

He just winks, standing back up to grab his other shirt, pulling it up and beginning to button it up while you got dressed.

Your body was limp, tired, and when you stood to pull your panties and pants on you fell back onto the mattress- unused to the shaky feeling in your legs. Logan looked over, let out a small sigh. 

He walked over to you, crouching down. “You okay? Not hurting too much are you?” His large hands rested on your thighs, gently massaging them- and you found yourself wishing he would finger you again. 

“I’m fine.” You say, a tinge of attitude in your voice, looking away as you smoothed out your pants from wrinkles. Logan smirked. 

“After the way you screamed my name last night? I know you are.” 

You gasped, shooting him a glare and he laughed, standing back up and quickly pressing a kiss to your forehead. You pulled on your pants with a grumble and stood up, only to be greeted with a smack to your ass. 

“No more attitude.” He says firmly, like he was lecturing you. 

“You’re not the boss of me.” You muttered quietly as you quickly slipped on your shoes. You really hated how much you liked that though. You followed him to the car where he once again opened the door for you.

The drive back was a bit awkward. While you claimed to understand Logan, you couldn’t help but feel used. No matter how many times you told yourself that you knew that he was just wanting some fun. 

“You got class today?” He breaks the silence.

“Um, no. Tomorrow.” You say. “I got this paper I’ve been slacking on. Probably won’t get a good grade. Going to have to work on it all day today.” 

“You’ll be fine.” He says. “Hey what’s the date again?”

You glanced at him, “It’s Thursday…the….18th.” You wracked your head. “Why?” 

A solemn expression on his face. “Uh…Nothing. Just…Be careful going to class tomorrow, alright?” 

“Okay.” You say softly just by the look on his face. You decided not to inquire more. He’ll just deflect anyway. 

When he pulled onto your street- there was a sinking feeling in your stomach. Your mother.

Fuck!

You’re surprised there weren’t cops covering the street by now, that your face isn’t plastered on every milk carton and telephone pool in the town. She’s going to be pissed.

You glanced at Logan, eyes trailing over his figure, down to his hands. Your mind fell to the soreness of your legs and core from last night.

Fuck it. Worth it.

When he pulled over in front of the house, you stared at it, unmoving. 

“Hey.” His voice drew you out of your thoughts. You looked at him. A sweet smile on his face, “You’ll be alright sweetheart. Don’t worry, we’ll be together again one day. Alright?” 

You nodded. He hopped out of the car, walking around to open your door. You stepped out, looking at the ground, before glancing up at your house again.

Your mother stood on the porch with her arms crossed. You merely glared at her back, before turning back to Logan, who only looked satisfied. His eyes met yours, and he reached for your hand, to kiss the back of it. 

You weren’t satisfied with that. 

Just as he leaned back, you stepped forward to kiss him. Grabbing his collar, standing on your tip toes and pulled him down to you. His hands rested on your hips and he kissed you back despite the growing smirk on his face.

You parted. “I’m going to totally kick your ass if you’re lying to me.” You mumbled quietly. 

“Wouldn’t expect anything less.” He hummed, brushing some hair behind your ear. You let him go and turned around, walking up the sidewalk to your porch until you reached it, your mother looking down at you.

“I hope he was worth it.” She says simply. 

You bit your lip, glancing back at him. He was still standing by the car and watching. “Yeah momma, he was. He’s a magic man.”