#I kinda like this ending and want it to stay the ending

[stinkysam]

Choi Subong “Thanos” - 420.

Warning : death, blood, drugs.

Genre : angst ?

Synopsis : “thanos’s bf also ends up in the games and like during red light green light, thanos still doesnt notice him and he’s like high outta his mind too. and you know how this mofo was literally pushing people during it? so i was thinking that’d he’d like trip his bf (still doesnt realize that it’s his bf) and the situation is kinda like how ali saved gi-hun from getting eliminated in the first ssn during red light green light, but someone (u can pick cus idk who 😭) ends up saving thanos’s bf like ali did. and like when it turns green light thanos realizes that he almost killed his own bf and idk like what happens after that 😭😭” - anon

Reader : male (he/yours)

A/N : bold is in English // pt.2 Fuck 388. // I’m scared I hope it’s good 😥

“A bee ?!” 196 screamed, vividly moving and jumping as she turned around before calming down. “Crap, I just moved.”

Hah ! She lost the game. No money for her !

Thanos wanted to laugh, but before he could a sniper had shot her in the head, her blood splattering his face. He looked at her body as she fell to the ground immediately.

The man from before yelled again to not move, to stay still.

Thanos was beginning to panic, horrified.

“Player 196, eliminated.”

He looked at her, blood accumulating on the sandy ground, the bee she got scared of on her cheek.

He heard a woman scream near him, then another gunshot, followed by sounds of rushed footsteps and more gunshots. But he didn’t look at the mess, his eyes remained fixated on the girl, her forehead, the bullet hole, blood seeping out, endless.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck !

“Let me repeat. You can move forward while the tagger shouts ‘Green light, red light’. If your movement is detected afterward, you will be eliminated.”

A round passed and no one had moved, too scared. Everyone was waiting for something to happen or for it to end, completely forgetting about the timer running.

Green light.

Still no movements. Except from Thanos who quickly opened his sweatshirt and grabbed his cross, freezing right as he was about to open it.

Red light.

His heart was pounding, breathing shakily and unevenly. As his eyes were on his cross, he could still see 196, her eyes were open, empty, dead.

Maybe if he hadn’t said there was a bee she would still be alive ?

Green light.

Again, no one moved except 456, now standing before everyone else.

Quickly Thanos opened the cross and took one of the colored pills inside, popping it in his mouth, chewing it before rapidly swallowing.

Red light.

456 yelled something again.

Everyone listened, all waiting for the green light, ready to move forward.

Thanos had calmed down, the sun was bright and warm, and it felt like the colors were diffusing in the air whenever his eyes moved no matter where he looked. He felt so light.

The blood trickling from 196’s forehead looked so colorful he almost got thirsty looking at it dripping down.

And was there music playing ?

Green light.

This time everyone moved, quickly forming lines as they hid behind each other, following closely the person before them.

They managed to take a few more steps before freezing.

Red light.

Thanos was fully relaxed by now, even finding the situation fun. His hands began to itch him, fingers wiggling as he hid behind people, an idea plaguing his mind.

He pushed the person before him, and then there were three people on the ground. He smiled as they looked at him in confusion and horror, their scream quickly being cut off by a bullet in the head.

“Ding ~”

Green light.

He was the first to move, jumping with his arms in the air, and the last to stop. Always finding the right timing. He was careless, skipping and dancing. Heel clicking.

Red light.

He froze arms in the air, some people hiding behind him. He should move next round so they wouldn’t be able to stay hidden.

His hands began to itch again. Thinking about only one thing.

He looked around, the colors blurring together the more his eyes moved, making it harder to read the number on people’s back. Surely there must be an interesting number.

Green light.

He remained still as he looked around himself, quickly spotting player 420 not too far from him. Hah !

“Oh yeah, you’ll fucking do.” He said, laughing to himself, rushing toward the player. Leaving the people he covered on their own. As he hid behind 420, he pushed the person hiding right behind him, making them…

Red light.

…fall.

Gunshot.

Dead.

Thanos’ heart was pounding, standing right behind the man, hands itching more and more, he couldn’t help but shake his hands behind him, a weak attempt to get rid of the invasive feeling overtaking his body.

He couldn’t stop giggling quietly.

Green light.

The man moved, jumping over a corpse and running for a few seconds as Thanos did the same. Right as 420 slowed down to freeze for the red light, Thanos pushed him with strength, sending him forward.

420 cursed as he tripped, flailing his arms as he was about to eat dirt, but another player yanked him back up just in time, 420 hit against the other player before grabbing onto him to not fall over and stay still.

Red light.

Fuck, he had pushed him too early.

Thanos rolled his eyes, biting his tongue, upset that his plan didn’t work this time. Maybe he could push the two ? He smiled, hands moving toward them, the itching starting again.

“Subong ?”

His eyes widened as he heard his name. He looked at the two players in front of him, 388 and- you ? What were you doing here ? When did you turn into 420 ?

Fuck.

His stomach dropped.

You looked at him with a shocked look before frowning, hurt, mad. This fucking bitch ! Your mouth opened, ready to curse him out.

Thanos was barely understanding what was happening.

“Babe ?” He whispered, trying to make sure it was really you and not a hallucination.

“Why did you-”

Green light.

“Run.” 388 told you, letting go of you and moving away. But instead of doing what the man told you, you stayed where you were, grabbing Thanos by the collar, pulling him up slightly, forcing him to stand on his toes.

“Why did you fucking push me, dickhead ?!” You yelled as he placed his hands on yours.

“I’m so sorry ! I didn’t know it was you !”

Red light.

“I’m so gonna kill you.” You glared at him.

Thanos was never scared of you. But at this moment, his heart was pounding, he was sure you were gonna push him to his death. But instead you stayed still, holding him tightly.

Were you hesitating ?

Green light.

“We can go.” He said, patting your hands, signaling you to move with a nervous smile.

“Pull that shit once more…”

“I won’t ! I get it ! Come on…”

You let go of him only to grab his hand, pulling him with you before slowing down and freezing.

Red light.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered, eyes looking at you. You could feel his thumb press against your skin gently, anxiously.

“Shut up.” You whispered back, tightly holding him.

You continued like this till you reached the finish line, hands on your knees as you tried to calm yourself. You were shaking, breathing loudly.

You were alive.

“Babe, I’m sorry.” Thanos said, approaching you, a hand rubbing your back.

“Go away.”

“Come on… You know I never would’ve pushed you.”

You straightened up, hitting his arm, making him stumble in surprise.

“You fucking bitch ! Why the fuck are you going around fucking pushing people ?! Huh ?” You hit his arm once more. “What’s wrong with you ?!” And once again.

“I said I’m sorry !” He grabbed your hand before you could hit him again, squeezing and rubbing it gently.

“I fucking hate you.” You sighed, rubbing your face with your other hand, trying to calm yourself.

“Sorry.” Thanos pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around you but you dodged him.

“Don’t push your luck.” You said, walking away, looking at the people still in the game. They were so close, but time was running out.

“Baaabe.” Thanos whined, following you.

Then, you noticed a man, 444, on the ground, shot in the leg, crying for help.

You wondered why he wasn’t killed like the others.

“He’s so gonna die.” Thanos said, standing next to you. You ignored him.

Suddenly, a player rushed to 444 before freezing. It was 456.

You looked at him, amazed.

Then a woman came to help, allowing them to cross the line 1 second before it was too late.

You let out an impressed chuckle, smiling. They were so cool. Thanos rolled his eyes.

Your smile quickly fell at the sound of a gunshot, 444 dropping to the ground, bullet in his head.

Oh.

You looked at Thanos with a glare.

“What ? Not my fault !” He defended himself, hands on his chest.

You rolled your eyes.

Quickly the armed guards regrouped everyone, forming a line with Thanos behind you.

As you walked out of the field you looked at all the bodies covering the ground, sprinkled everywhere. You could’ve been with them, laying inert, lifeless. Thank god that man saved you. What number was he again ?

As you walked down the narrow corridors in silence, Thanos poked your shoulder.

“What are you doing here anyway ?”

“Debts. Why do you think we’re here ?”

“Wait. You have debts ?” He was surprised, you never spoke about it.

“You have debts ?” You imitated him, looking him up and down before continuing walking. “Mister one point nineteen billion won.”

You didn’t know he did too, until he appeared on the screen earlier as they announced how much he owed.

He chuckled, rubbing your shoulders, and sighed.

“Ah, it’s not like that.” Then replied before realizing something. “You didn’t tell me either, anyway.”

“I guess we’re even then. Oh, wait no !” You looked at him, wide eyed. “You almost killed me !” You chuckled dryly.

“Oh, come on, I told you I was sorry !”

“Oh, well, everything is fine then. I apologize for my outburst.” You replied before punching his arm.

“Stop hitting me ! Come on !”

Thanos sighed, he had fucked up big time.

He truly was sorry, really. Why won’t you just forgive him, he didn’t mean to almost kill you. Don’t you believe him ?

He sat in the lobby in front of you, sniffing and fidgeting, his comedown was slowly creeping on him.

“Are you alright ?” A guy with long-ish hair asked, sitting to his right.

“Don’t worry.” Thanos replied, waving his hand. “I’m okay.”

You sighed, patting his head gently from behind.

“Fucking asshole.” You mouthed, looking at him. Though you were still mad, your heart tugged at his state. You’ve seen him like that enough times to know it wasn't very pleasant or a fun thing to experience.

He leaned against you, his back hitting your folded legs as he rested there. Your hand was still in his hair, trying to soothe him.

Then the lights were turned on, a group of masked men entering with guns.

People quickly reacted, trying to hide behind others or under the beds. You just stared at them, wide eyed, surprised.

“Congratulations for making it through the first game.” One of the masked men said with a square on his face. “Here are the results of the first game.”

On the screen, the number 456 began to change, counting down rapidly till it reached 365 as the masked man continued to speak.

Suddenly an old woman walked to the front, holding a younger man, begging to spare their lives, promising to pay her son’s debts. And rapidly more people began to join them, begging on their knees.

“Close 3 of the consent form !” A man yelled from the back, silence falling, everyone looking at him.

456. The man who tried to save 444. The man who yelled about dying at the beginning of the game.

“‘The games may be terminated upon a majority vote.’ Correct ?” He walked to the front, confident.

That’s right, they spoke about it earlier, you’ve even read it on the paper you had signed.

“That is correct.” The masked man replied with a nod.

“Then let us take a vote, right now.”

“Of course. We respect your freedom of choice.”

Quickly people sighed in relief, and so did you. Your head fell back, heart racing. You could get out of here. You closed your eyes.

“But first, let me announce the prize amount that’s been accumulated.”

What ? You reopened your eyes, looking at the square guy.

The lights dimmed down, and from the ceiling, an empty glass piggy came down and then, stacks of money fell into it.

Quickly, everyone gathered together, Thanos and you walking toward it as well to have a better view.

“The number of players eliminated in the first game is 91. Therefore, a total of 9.1 billion won has been accumulated.” The masked man said.

You were shocked, all that money and it didn’t even fill half of the piggy.

“If you quit the game now, the 365 of you can equally divide the 9.1 billion won and leave with your share.”

“How much is that ?” A man asked.

“Each person’s share would be 24,931,500 won.”

“Fuck. We almost died and they’re giving us 24 million.” Said the guy who spoke to Thanos earlier, running his hands through his hair. “That’s fucking bullshit...”

“20 million ?” Your boyfriend asked, confused before continuing, now frustrated. “You said 45.6 billion !”

“The rule is that a million hundred won will be accumulated for each eliminated player. If you choose to play the next game and more players get eliminated, the prize amount will increase accordingly.”

“So we can take a vote again and decide to leave after the next game ?” Another man asked.

“As promised in the consent form, you can take a vote after each game and decide to leave with the prize money accumulated up to that point. We always prioritize your voluntary participation. Now, let’s begin the vote.” Replied the masked man as the door behind him opened to install a box with two buttons.

After a few minutes, the man spoke again.

“If you wish to continue the games, press the O button. If you wish to end them, press the X button. The vote will be held in reverse order of your player numbers. Player 456.”

You looked at the man who slowly walked toward the buttons, choosing X without hesitation.

Thanos scoffed before turning to you, leaning closer.

“No way I’m getting out with only that.” He pointed to the piggy by the ceiling. You looked at him with a glare. “What ? You’re gonna pick X ?”

“Fuck yeah, I wanna live.”

“I thought you were here because you had debts too ?”

“I don’t wanna go through more near death experiences.” You replied, squinting your eyes, shaking your head.

“I didn’t do it on purpose. Come on.”

“Right.”

He sighed, looking back in front of him, watching the people vote one by one.

When your number was called, you slowly made your way toward the machine. Mind racing, thinking about Thanos’ words and all the money you owed. Maybe you should stay ? One more game ? Just one ?

You stared at the two buttons, heart racing.

“If you wish to continue the games, press the O button. If you wish to end them, press the X button.” Repeated the square guard.

You looked away and closed your eyes, your hands touching both buttons.

“O !” You heard Thanos yell.

“Shut up !” You yelled back, pressing X immediately.

You took the red patch they gave you, sticking it on your chest before turning around, walking toward all the other Xs. You knew Thanos was looking at you, disappointed. But you didn’t bother to look back at him, showing him your back as you stood with the other Xs.

[ablobwhowrites]

I really love your New home sweet home au and I really want to see the toys taking care of Y/N since he’s has a fever :

Like one day, Y/N comes back from work and sees the toys in the living room and then he says something and passes out due to the fever. And the toys taking care of him since he saved them.

Everyone thinks y/n thinks they just died. Until dog day just found out they just have a fever. All it was is a cold and basically the only ones who kinda know how to help with a cold is the smiling critters and miss delight. They basically try and take care of y/n because they kinda know what their doing as miss delight knows how colds work as she's a teacher and knows basics of human anatomy and a lot of other stuff because well she was made to be a teacher back in playcare so that's what she had kept in here memory.

Yarnaby isn't allowed to be in the room with y/n because the moment he is, he's hopping onto the bed and laying down with y/n and may even get yarnaby sick. So yarnaby kinda sits at the door of y/n's room, doey every 5 minutes goes up to check on y/n as luckily he can stretch his neck and arms to get to y/n. Because once he went to the second floor and ended up nearly breaking through it but luckily didn't. He's like 900 pounds of dough so that pretty heavy but he can go upstairs for a little bit but not for long. But he tries and always checks up on y/n and poor dude is worried cause so many toys in the safe haven got sick sometimes and Doey was so worried for them the whole time.

Mommy long legs basically looking through cook books and cook books for something that y/n could eat without having to throw up or just having something easy for the stomach. The doctor, he thinks this worrying is just idiotic as he knows y/n will get better but still, Harley does make sure y/n is living and breathing. And the bunzo comes up into y/n's room to kinda talk about random things to keep y/n entertained and not bored but bunzo ended up talking about a random green spring he found and the newest episode of a show. Boogie bot is kinda the only one who kinda takes y/n's temperature, gives medicine and other stuff and all because it's hard to get a robot sick plus dog day and Doey are genuinely tweaking because they are in the safe haven mind set thinking that there is no medicine and stuff like that.

But after y/n feels healthy again. The toys are relieved and Harley is relieved as well because he wants to keep his room and bro is not willing to give up this nice ass house life. Also yarnaby goes back to sleeping in y/n's room again after y/n gets better. As soon is catnap in his smaller form as it helps him keep a eye on y/n and also to sleep more peacefully than hearing KickinChicken snore for the whole night.

(thats it for my yap session, hopefully my writing is getting slightly better but If you like that please don't feel shy and request any ideas for stories or anything. But for now please stay safe and drink water!)

[lipglossanon]

Until the End

Real son!Leon S. Kennedy x real mom!reader (one shot)

Warnings: incest, dead dove, mom/son, simp Leon, cnc (reader’s “not” into it at first 😉), kissing, dirty talk, teasing, oral (f receiving), just the tip 😩, unprotected sex, creampie, mommy kink to the extreme

not proofread ✍️ it’s been a while since I’ve worked on anything so hopefully this doesn’t suck lmao the ending is just kinda meh

shoutout to the discord; I posted some of this WIP and they gave me the inspo to finish 🤭

title from the Breaking Benjamin song

It’s a quiet affair when you sign the divorce papers. Your husband—of twenty four years—deciding that he’d rather live overseas with his secretary instead of sticking it out; it’s not something you would have foreseen, but as they say hindsight’s always 20/20. It upset you at first but once the indignation died down, you realize you feel more relief than anything. Things have been strained for years and then in the last five, he’s barely been home long enough to chat about your days. 

The one who took it the hardest out of anyone is Leon. Your husband offered him a place to stay, but he chose to live with you (being a mama’s boy through and through). After his father left, Leon angrily refused to speak with him anymore and instead focused on his work and trying to pick up any slack around the house. Not that you hadn’t already been doing that for years, but it’s sweet of him to want to take care of you. 

He dotes on you now, making sure you’re eating and drinking and taking care of yourself. His friends tease him about it or rib him about having a milf (which you had the unfortunate chance to overhear as you walked into the living room). Meeting Leon’s mortified gaze, you smile tightly and walk through to the kitchen. He kicks them out and apologizes profusely to you, face buried in the crook of your neck, lips brushing your skin as he murmurs how sorry he is and promises it won’t happen again. 

Things go back to normal for a while. The absence of your husband is something you don’t even notice anymore. Leon is more than capable of moving out and living on his own, but he says it’s closer to work and easier to keep an eye on you if he lives at home. Besides, he told you with a serious face, he doesn’t have a girlfriend to make things awkward so for now you just need to chill out and let him take care of things. 

He gets a promotion at work, no longer relegated to being just a traffic cop, and you couldn’t be more proud! Your offer to take him out to a nice dinner gets turned down; in its place is an evening of take out and drinking. Since it’s the weekend, neither of you are worried about being hungover the next day, so you both end up drinking more than you usually would. 

Later, Leon walks with you from the dining room to the living room, each of you laughing at some silly joke that you can’t even remember. 

Settling together on the couch, he tucks into your side, face nuzzling against your neck like he used to do as a little boy. You giggle and run your hand through his hair. 

“You’re so sweet, Leon,” you murmur, “but aren’t you a little too old to be cuddling your mom?”

“Uh uh,” he whines, making you laugh harder, “always need you, mama.”

“Okay, okay,” you pat his head, slumping further into the couch, the alcohol buzzing through your veins, “my little boy’s all grown up.”

Feeling maudlin now at remembering that the passage of time waits for no one, you sniffle and it draws Leon’s attention.  

“What’s a’matter?” He mumbles, hazy blue eyes sharpening to see your tears, “mom?”

You smile and cup his cheek. Neither of you have shied away from physical affection; however, you remember on more than one occasion you thought Leon went overboard with cuddling and snuggling with you. Now that seems like a silly thought, he just missed you during his long hours on duty. 

“Nothing, just so proud of you,” you smile, dropping your hand to rub his shoulder. 

He kisses your cheek and you coo softly. Moving closer, he lands another soft kiss to the corner of your lips. Blaming it on the alcohol, a warm thrum of heat sings through your stomach. 

“Mama,” he whimpers, lips clumsily landing on yours. 

You freeze, body heavy and thoughts slow. Leon presses his mouth more firmly against yours and you gasp, lips parting under his and he eagerly kisses you harder. Whining, you try to tug your head away but he follows you, kisses becoming rougher while pressing you deeper against the couch. 

Your hands come up and tangle in his hair, but instead of pulling him back they scrape against his scalp, making him groan deliciously. He shifts, pulling away to tilt his head at a better angle before pressing another hot kiss against your lips. You sink into it, clit pulsing in arousal, mouth tingling from each sloppy kiss from your son.

Finally, you twist away, panting heavily while Leon rests his forehead against your jaw. 

“Mama, why’d you stop?” He presses a soft kiss under your ear, making you shiver.

“Leon, this—this isn’t right,” you plead, eyelashes fluttering as he nips and sucks your neck.

“Just this once,” he murmurs, lips dragging against your skin and sending chills down your body. “Let me show you how much I appreciate you, mommy.”

His words and actions are muddling your mind… and you’ve been lonely for so long. Swallowing, you breath out a shaky breath, mind made up.

“O-okay,” your body feels hot, muttering that out loud.

Moaning, he bites your jaw then kisses your cheek. “Thank you.”

He shows his appreciation by kissing the breath from your lungs; your son’s excitement ramps up your own, cunt pulsing with need as slick fills your panties. Wet, drugging kisses pass between you until you completely lose yourself to the feeling, making out with Leon until your lips are swollen. 

You jump, feeling his fingers trail along your thigh, slipping under your skirt and brushing against your panties.

“God, you’re so wet. Wanna bury my face in your pussy.”

You moan, and he teases your cunt through the soppy fabric.

“You can’t,” your hips grind down into his hand.

“Okay, promise I’ll behave,” he chuckles.

Without another word, he flips your skirt up and slips your panties down your legs to bunch at your ankles.

“Oh mommy,” he moans, fingers tracing your slit up and down before circling your clit, “your pussy’s so soft. Fuck me.”

Your hips buck and he bites his bottom lip, fingers rubbing up and down your pussy lips. 

“So, so soft,” he whispers, eyes glued to where his fingers are touching, “my stubble’s gonna feel so rough when I kiss her, mama.”

You whine high and reedy but shake your head, “No, no, this is all I’m allowing, Leon. You promised.”

“Just a kiss or two,” he murmurs, voice low and smoky, “she needs it, look how soft and sweet she is, just begging for my mouth. C’mon, mama, just let me have a couple of kisses.”

Your resolve cracks at his pleading. 

“Just a couple, then we stop,” you try to sound firm but your voice comes out breathier than you’d like. 

“Mmhmm, thank you, mama,” he kisses the side of your cheek then the corner of your lips.

You feel a little disappointed that he stops to kneel between your legs. He brings his hands up to spread apart your cunt, slick dripping from your hole as his mouth hovers over your mound. 

“Oh fuck, mom,” Leon whines, tongue lapping at your clit, “so fucking wet. Am I making you this wet? God, your pussy’s so fucking sexy.”

Another groan and he’s fluttering his tongue across your pudgy bud before sucking it gently into his mouth. He pulls back and kisses the hood of your clit. You moan softly and cant your hips up. 

“W-we shouldn’t, baby,” you plead, fingers tangling in his hair again, but not pushing him away. 

“Been wanting to do this forever, dreaming about how I wanna lick your pretty pussy til you cream all over my face,” he pants, dilated eyes watching your face, “gonna make you cum over and over tonight.”

“Fuck,” you gasp as he thrusts his tongue into your pussy, walls clamping around the slippery muscle, “Leon! 

He hums and grinds his nose against your clit as his tongue fucks in and out of your hole, spit dripping down your ass onto the couch cushions. Your eyes flutter as your orgasm winds tight in your abdomen. 

“Need to eat you out everyday, mama,” he pulls back, slick shining across his lips and chin, “treat this pussy like she deserves. Don’t you wanna feel good?”

He sucks your clit back into his mouth, hot tongue flicking against the sensitive bud. It only takes a few more teasing licks before your climax breaks over your body like a tidal wave. Toes curling, your hands tug on his hair making him moan, tonguing at your fluttering cunt until he finally pulls away with one last sucking kiss. 

He crowds you on the couch, thick forearms hooking under your knees to keep you spread open. He nods down to his jeans; your eyes flit from his face to the bulge pressing obscenely against his zipper. 

“Pull it out,” he murmurs, blue eyes nearly black. “Take my cock out so I can stuff your cunt, mommy.”

Shaking your head, your voice cracks, “No, baby. That’s going too far.”

He whines, “But it hurts, mama. You’re being so mean. At least jerk me off.”

Biting your lip, his pouty mouth has you reaching forward, undoing his pants and tugging them down his thighs. You gently ease his dick from his briefs, uncut head sticky with precum. You both moan when you grip his stiff cock, the blood hot skin against your palm turning you on more than you ever thought. Thumb pressing against the slit, you smear the pearlescent sheen across his tip until he’s whimpering. 

“Mommy,” his hips thrust forward, “it’s sensitive.” 

He sags forward, and your legs slide up his arms until your calves press against his biceps. This new position has his dick grinding against your swollen cunt, the head grazing across your pudgy clit. Your fingers loosely circle the base of his cock, the backs of your knuckles brushing against his balls. 

“So good, fuck,” he chokes out, humping your pussy. “Just let me cum like this, let me mark you up, mama. Yeah, just coat this sexy fucking pussy with my cum.”

Keening, you let go of his cock to feather your fingers against his heavy balls. “You can, you can cum all over me.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” he chants, pink lips parted and eyebrows furrowed as he watches his cock slip between your pussy lips to rub against your hole. “Mommy, just let me put the tip in, please? Promise it’ll just be the tip. Please.”

You know you should say no, but then again you should’ve put a stop to this before it even started. Just the tip wouldn’t be so bad, you think, eyes greedily taking in his fat, drippy tip. It wouldn’t hurt to let him try it out.

“Just the tip, Leon,” you murmur, flicking up to meet his blown out gaze. “But only this once.”

“Thank you,” he groans, “love you so much, mama.”

Moving one hand from his hold on your leg, he grips his cock and guides the head to your clenching hole. His thumb presses down on the head as he rocks forward, slipping the tip into your wet cunt. You suck in a deep breath at the same time he grunts. The other hand gripping your thigh tightens, fingertips tightly digging into the soft skin. 

Leon blows out a breath, tongue darting out to wet his lower lip. “You feel so good.”

He ruts the head of his cock in and out of your pussy, the wet schlick loud in the otherwise quiet living room. Your hands move over your head to drape over the back of the couch, fingers grasping at the cushions. 

“Can I—,” he cuts himself off, eyes squeezing shut. “Can I go a little deeper, mommy?”

Your slick hole clenches down on him and he whimpers. 

“H-how much deeper?” You hear yourself say, mouth running away from you. 

“Just an inch or two,” he gasps, feeling overwhelmed by the heat of your cunt. “Pretty please, mommy.”

You nod, eyes unable to look away from where he’s splitting you open, dick driving deeper and deeper—going so much farther than a few inches—into your pussy until he’s completely buried in your pulsing walls. 

“Leon!” You cry out, head falling back as your cunt stretches around the fat girth of his cock.

“Sorry, mama,” he practically slurs, pussy drunk already. “Didn’t mean to, it just slipped.”

You whimper at the pleasure pain of his tip kissing your cervix as he grinds himself against your cunt. Clit rubbing against his pelvis makes you squeeze and clench around his dick, in turn making him groan from deep in his chest. He barely pulls out before fucking back into your sopping wet hole. 

“So perfect,” his face pinches in pleasure. “God, mom, your pussy—gonna make me cum so fast.”

You dig your hands into the couch and roll your hips down into his thrusts, “You need to pull out, baby. It’s bad to cum inside. You’ve gotta pull out of mommy’s cunt.”

He makes a broken sound from the back of his throat and drives his cock into you with harsh, pounding thrusts. 

“No, I’m gonna cum in you, make you nice and full,” he bites out, sweat dripping from the straight line of his nose onto you. “Stuff you so full, mama.”

You can’t hide how his words make your pussy clamp down on his cock, his own hips stuttering as your cunt tries to milk his cock. 

“Yeah, mommy, squeezing me so good, so fucking good,” he pants. “Fuck, ‘m gonna cum.”

He reaches down, hot palm a brand across your mound as his thumb teases your clit. You thrash against him, but it’s no use as he strums your swollen bud in rough little circles that makes your thighs tremble. 

“Leon,” you moan, a second orgasm quickly building in your core. “Oh god, I’m so close.”

He doesn’t stop the frantic pumping of his hips, fucking his cock into your squelching heat while he rubs your clit—his blue eyes jumping between your face and your pussy. Mouth dropping open, he groans, mumbling praises and promises under his breath. Pinching your clit between the knuckles of his first and middle finger, he gives pulsing squeezes to the sensitive bundle of nerves until you’re cumming loudly. 

Your back bows, fireworks going off in your brain, dimly realizing that Leon’s gripping your hips as he wildly fucks your cunt. 

“Fuck, fuck, mom,” he chokes on the word, burying himself balls deep in your soft, wet walls and spilling his thick cum as deep as possible. 

You whimper, squeezing down on him as the hot splash of his spend fills your cunt. He eventually stills, hips still snugly pressed against you as close as possible. Slick and jizz begin to slowly leak out from around his softening cock. He hisses when he pulls out, then immediately whimpers, fingers playing with his cum dripping from your hole.

“Leon, stop, it’s sensitive,” you gasp, eyes slipping closed when his fingers slide up to rub across your fat clit. 

“Sorry, mama,” he pulls back only to drop to his knees, eyes dark, mouth hovering tantalizingly close to your sloppy cunt. “Let me kiss it better.”

[beelanddiavolosimp-blog]

The brothers take MC to a kink club

*NSFW obviously*

Lucifer

He was only going because MC had asked him to. He also feels he would keep you the most safe there so he didn't think twice. He stay close to your side when there and once he started getting into the flow of everything he ended up basically showing you off. Stating you could use almost all the toys set out with ease since he uses a lot of them on you. Or that you can take some pain because he likes to be rough. Just him feeding into his pride and indulging in you his two favorite activities.

Mammon

You asked him and he was reluctant at first. Since he parties with asmos often he has seen and been around those types of things often. He isn't grossed out or anything just finds some stuff extreme. He caved since you really only need to ask twice for him. He never let you out of his sight and had a pretty red hue that deepened the more as time progressed. He was often taking notes of things to do to you when walking around the club.

Levi

You basically tricked him by getting him to even enter such a place. He thought it was something anime related and once those doors shut and he saw someone being spanked he realized this was not for anime. He clung to you in fear instead of protectiveness alike his older brothers. He did however get a little excited when you whispered to him about the things you were planning on doing to him once you two were done.

Satan

He went because asmos couldn't attend with you. He was there more so for your safety he says but he was curious. He has read a lot about kinks and such but never saw it in person. He kinda was taking mental notes not being a good bodyguard because he would stand and admire something happening or an item. You often times had to find and drag him around with you. He did however stall a little longer on a pet play scenario. You attempted to drag him away when he suddenly stated "I think about you that way" and you suddenly stall and your face flushed a deep red.

Asmos

He takes you to these things for fun or for inspiration if you two were experimenting with stuff. He often times joins in just for a little as you watch or he sometimes gets you to join as well. He somehow makes it a fun time instead of only freaky. It's still highly sexual but still.

Beel

He went alike Satan as a bodyguard for you. He did protect you well from people who wanted you to join in a lot of different things. He if you agreed would stay and watch with a red face and hard on. He wouldn't do anything but admire you. After you two exited he suddenly asked if you'd be willing to do such things for him. Why would you ever deny?

Belphie

He went for shits and giggles at first. But once inside he didn't find it as funny. He watched as you interacted with things and took notes about you. When you asked him his opinion on something he purposely teased you by placing you in the sub position as he spoke. He ended up enjoying teasing the hell out of you throughout most of it.

[yourlowkeyidiot3]

The day people will realise Inho's taunting Gihun in the end for "playing hero" is hypocritical cause he was the one who pushed Gihun to go that far by purposely sabotaging all his previous plans of stopping the games (he indirectly sabotages his plan with Junho's team by paying Captain Park to make sure they never find the island, and he then sabotages his plan to convince the players to leaves after red light green light by voting O. Which would then also make him indirectly responsible for the Os outnumbering the Xs in all the other votes) is the day I'll finally rest.

What Gihun did wasn't right. But Inho's the one who sabotaged all his previous plans which would then, cause him to come up with the "revolution" plan. I think we need a friendly reminder that, Inho is actually,,, actively sabotaging Gihun because he wants him to give up hope so he could break him emotionally. He wants him to fail, because failure just makes him more desperate. And the more desperate he is, the more likely he is to make morally ambiguous choices. Which would make breaking his spirit easier, he knows that, and he's taking advantage of it. Also I think we have forgotten that generally speaking...Inho as a character is genuinely..a bit of a hypocrite. He says the games are fair. How are they fair when those people have no idea what they are getting themselves into? He changed the voting system..for what? To make it seem "fair"? To make it seem like the players are responsible for what they choose their fates? Cause while yea majority of them voted to stay, but a lot of them also voted to leave. How is it fair when the one who voted to leave are still being forced to play even tho they didn't chosed that? How is it fair in the frist place when the people those games recruit, are poor people in debt with shitty lives who are also being threatened or have family they need to take care of?

I could talk more about this but I feel like I've said enough.

Tl;dr: Inho is kinda a hypocrite and y'all blame Gihun too much

[loves0phelia]

Red And Blue

Summery: His canon event.

Words: 1.9k

Warnings: kinda gore at one point nothing too crazy, grammar mistakes.

A/N: I'm so sorry for the amount of mistakes this probably has but i cant be bothered to care more i just want to get this fic out. Listen to my tears ricochet as you read

Rafe had always been good at hiding things. He kept his head down, stayed out of the spotlight, and made sure no one looked too closely. But ever since the bite, since the powers, since the responsibility that came with it, lying had become second nature.

Especially to you.

It killed him, really. Every time he bailed on a movie night, ignored your texts, or showed up bruised and breathless with a half-baked excuse, he saw the confused and hurt look in your eyes. But what was he supposed to do? Tell the truth? That he was ditching every time to swing across rooftops, and fight criminals? No. That wasn’t an option.

Tonight was no different.

“Are you serious, Rafe?” You leaned your head down, phone pressed against your ear, voice sharp with frustration. “You're leaving me again. You promised this time. I know you don't like school events but just once please”

“I'm sorry” he muttered, running a hand through his already-messy hair. “Something came up.”

“Something always comes up. What is it this time? And don’t tell me it's homework or family stuff, because I know when you’re lying.” 

“I just…” He exhaled, as if a weight was pressing on his chest. “I can’t tell you, okay?” He swallowed hard.

Silence. At first he thought you hung up but he could still hear a faint shuffling from the other end of the phone call.

The silence was somehow worse than you cursing him out for bailing.

“Why not? I thought we told each other everything.” your voice was softer this time, more fragile

God, how badly he wanted to. He wanted to tell you about the fights, the injuries he had to patch up alone, the weight of trying to be a hero when all he wanted was to be a normal guy. But if he told you he'd put you into too much risk.

He couldn’t let that happen.

So he did what he always did.

He lied.

“I just need you to trust me,” he said even if his chest ached. “Please.”

You thought for a long moment, then shook your head with a sad smile even if he couldn't see you. “You say that like I don’t already.”

And that hurt more than any punch he’d ever taken.

Because he knew he was running out of chances. The more he lied the more it felt like you were walking away.

“Welp” you said, popping the P, as if trying to lighten up the mood, before taking a small pause. “I'm already half ready and Gwen really wants us to go to the party so if you change your mind just call me?”

"Okay," he whispered into the phone.

"Bye, Rafe." The call ended with a soft beep, leaving him alone with the silence. 

“i suck” He let out a heavy sigh, groaning as he flopped onto his bed. The mask, half-folded over his face, slipped down, unfolding on its own. It rested against his nose—a quiet, relentless reminder of the responsibilities he has over the city.

"Heyyyy!" Gwen called out, sprinting toward you from the front steps of the school, where she had been waiting. Her face lit up the moment she spotted you approaching.

You hesitated, glancing at the building behind her, you could hear music thumping from inside. 

“Rafe is not with you?” she asked, looking around you thinking she might have missed him.

“No, you know how he is. He bailed again” you sighed.

“What is his problem?” She didn't wait for an answer and continued, “you know what? let's forget about him and just have fun” she looped her arm with yours and instantly began dragging you.

The homecoming party was in full swing, music pounding against the walls, and laughter echoed through the gym where it took place. It reeked of sweat, and the floor was already sticky as if someone had dropped bottles of juice on the floor and honestly if Rafe was here you would have begged him to leave with you already.

You tried to enjoy the moment, despite the nagging feeling in the back of your mind. You clutched a red Solo cup filled with non alcoholic fruit punch, swirling the liquid mindlessly. You knew you’d only take a few sips—just enough to look like you were part of the fun.

Beside you, Gwen nudged your arm with a playful grin. “Come on, loosen up a little! It's homecoming, not a funeral.”

You laughed, rolling your eyes. “I’m trying, okay? This just isn’t really my scene.”

 “You mean you don’t love being crammed in a gym full of sweaty high schoolers who haven't  learned what deodorant is yet, with music so loud it could cause permanent hearing damage?” Gwen dramatically gasped.

“Shocking, right?” You smirked.

“Alright, no excuses. One dance. Then I’ll let you go back to brooding in the corner with your untouched fruit punch.” She grabbed your hand, pulling you toward the dance floor

You sighed but let her drag you along anyway , attempting to let go of the tension in your chest just for a few minutes.

But it didn't last long. 

A single phone rang loudly, cutting through the music—then another, and another, until the entire gym was filled with the sound of alerts. Conversations stopped, and a wave of confusion swept through the crowd as people scrambled to check their phones. Those who had left theirs at home leaned over shoulders, desperate to see what was happening.

It was an emergency alert.

A link attached to the notification led to a live report from a hovering news helicopter. The shaky footage showed Spider-Man in a brutal fight with something massive—a creature that towered over him. Gasps and murmurs spread through the party as people recognized what they were seeing.

Another lizard.

New York had seen its fair share of Dr. Curt Connors copycats, but this one was different. It was bigger—almost dinosaur-sized; its scaly skin was reflecting the city lights as it tore through the streets. The ground seemed to shake even through the screen.

“This… this one’s huge,” someone whispered, their voice barely audible over the growing panic.

The realization hit all at once. This wasn’t just another mad scientist playing with forbidden experiments and  chemicals. This was something worse. And it was heading straight for the school.

The battle outside was relentless. The massive Lizard roared, its tail whipping through the air, sending cars flying like toys that weighed nothing. Rafe gritted his teeth, webbing up debris and yanking himself through the air to keep up with the monster’s destructive path.

Every web he shot was torn apart and all his strength did nothing against the creature. Rafe's body ached, exhaustion creeping in faster than he wanted to admit. The Lizard was too strong, too fast, and it was pushing forward, heading straight toward the school. Toward you.

He forced himself to move, barely dodging a swipe of the creature’s paws. His vision blurred for a moment, his limbs trembling. His suit was torn. He was too weak. He wasn’t going to make it.  

Then he saw it. In that small moment of hesitation, that single breath he allowed himself to take, the monster had surged forward. Its massive feet slammed into the school celling, reducing the entrance to ashes. Dust and debris shot into the air as the walls groaned under its weight. His chest tightened—he had wasted precious seconds

A deafening explosion sent shockwaves through the school, knocking people off their feet. walls shattered, dust lifted in the air, screams filled the gym, all the lights were shut off putting the school in full black out and the once-lively party descended into chaos.

Everyone was running frantically, The entire building shook as you all felt the creature getting closer seeking destruction. All you could hear was the scream of people desperately trying to find an exit. 

“We have to go!” Gwen took your hand and began running but there was nowhere to run, the school was falling piece by piece.

The next thing you knew, the Lizard’s massive paw tore through the ceiling, debris raining down. Screams got louder and louder. It wasn’t just destroying the building—it was tearing apart anything in its path.

Even students.

You barely had time to process the horror unfolding before your eyes. The sickening sound of ripping metal, the desperate cries for help—it was too much. You wanted to run, to do something, but your body felt frozen in place, paralyzed by terror.

And then you saw it.

A lifeless hand, limp beneath the rubble. A shoe that hadn’t been there seconds ago. Blood smeared across the floor where moments earlier, there had been laughter.

Your breath hitched, your chest was tightening with a grief so sharp it felt like it might crush you. This wasn’t just destruction. It was a massacre..

You barely had time to process  it before a chunk of debris came crashing down—right toward you and a figure dressed in red and blue dropped from the ceiling and came at you as fast as light could travel.

In a blur of motion, you were flying through the air, held tightly against a strong chest. 

“You need to go!”  Spiderman yelled as soon as he dropped you back on your feet. But you couldn't hear him over the roars and the screams.

Before you could respond, a violent force knocked you both apart. You tumbled across the floor, the wind knocked from your lungs and the monster hovered over you. 

Spider-Man lunged, webbing the creature’s face and yanking it backward. “Run!” he shouted at you, desperation in his tone. He fought with everything he had, flipping, dodging, striking with all the strength he could collect. But the Lizard was relentless.

Then, in the chaos, you tried to run—but the Lizard’s tail lashed out, striking you hard. The sound of impact was harsh. You hit the ground with a sickening thud.

“No!” Rafe’s voice cracked, Something inside him snapped. Rage flooded his veins, and every ache, every ounce of exhaustion vanished.

With a furious roar, he attacked. His punches came harder, his movements faster. He webbed the Lizard’s limbs, yanking it into the ground with a force that shattered concrete. He didn’t let up. He couldn’t. Not after what had just happened.

Finally, with one last web the monster was tied to the floor unmoving and unconscious, the host of the lizard and succumbed.

But none of it mattered.

Rafe stumbled toward you, collapsing beside you before pulling his mask up to truly see you.

 “No, no, no—come on” he pleaded, his hands lifted your head up and he felt the liquid pouring out of the large gash behind your head. His blood stained hands trembled as he brushed the hair from your face, his vision blurred with tears. “Please, Y/n—”

Your eyes fluttered open slightly, breathing shallow. A weak, bittersweet smile ghosted your lips. “I always knew,” you whispered. “I always knew it was you.”

Rafe froze, his breath catching in his throat.

“I just… wished you told me,” You murmured, fingers barely gripping his suit. “I still would’ve… loved you.”

Tears streamed down his face. “No, don’t—don’t talk like that. You’re going to be okay. I promise, I—”

But you exhaled one last breath, your hand slipping from his suit. Your body went still.

“Please, no. i love you” he lifted your body further into his as if his warmth could bring you back but it didn't.

And after that moment the canon remained intact.

[luaxjin]

Whats the best Seokjin fanfic you have ever read? Like its literally stuck on your mind. And you still reread it time to time.

Actually i am looking for some good Seokjin fanfic nowadays but unfortunately i didn’t find any in my liking.😞😢

links to my favourite seokjin fanfiction ! (i kinda dont use tumblr for anything else other than reading so idk how posting links properly really works so if any problems occur lmk!) + almost all of these contain smut it's dom jin!

Kiss Me

All I Don't Want For Christmas Is You!

Last November

With You

Cherry Topper

Elysian

Fast Lane

Lost and Found

Made Up Love Song (actually literally just go through @floralseokjin 's acc)

Sit. Stay

The IKEA Test

Don't Go Baking My Heart

Cupid's On Holiday

The Devil Wears Armani

Pretty Girl Don't Get Hurt (SO GOOD UGH)

The Horrible Un-haunting of Elliot House

The Flower Bridge (TEARS)

Cinnamon Bliss (just go thru @yoonia's all sj fics their writing is fireeee)

The Sea Prince

Counterfeit Culture (SO GOOD)

God of Mischief (AMAZING)

The Leather Loafers (CUTEEE FLUFFY)

All An Act

Birthright (CRAZY)

Grapes of Wrath (the typa fic that makes u question urself)

Raspberry Truffles (🥺🥺)

Courtship Chronicles

Kitchen Confidential

Riding Fakie

Kitchen Romance (🥰 )

Fall in Hatred (the ending makes u so happy)

Borderlines (can't forgive the author for not finishing this)

Mine For Today

Lay Me Gently (so diff that usual!)

High Heat

Fey and Wilde

Hideaway (somehow heart warming)

My Tiny Secret (goated i fear)

Whims and Inconsistencies (period aus save me...)

On The Ropes (TEARS)

Serve Me

Payment Plan (FUCKED UP)

Isn't It Romcomic (so funnn)

Revenge is a Dish Best Served…Hot?

Burn After Reading

Lady's Honor (do not support the whack ai cover use tho there's like a hundred photos of prince jinnie)

The NewsCasters

Steps In Your Shoes

Snow Globes

Last Christmas

Danger

Tangled Lights

Chameleon Boy

All Along

Off Script (I'm gonna end it all...)

Autumn of Terror (GOATED)

Let's Get Married As A Joke

Lutes & Lies

Flowers That Speak Poetry

Thin Lines

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

It is Axl roses birthday today and i request a fic celebrating that

A/n: I know I'm a day late but I had shit man😔 not like anyone asked for anything on STEVENS BIRTHDAY

Kinda glad I waited though because this is a much better idea

Warnings: Angst, reader just kinda cries a lot but Axl ends up comforting her and taking her upstairs to his room, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

This pic has me giggling. Fair god mother ass pose

Axl wasn't always around to keep an eye on his house, so he hired you. You were young and needed a way to pay for university, it was a good paying job, close to the school and Axl gave you a room year round for company mostly.

When he was home he helped you, mostly with cleaning and moving furniture around but he did his best in the kitchen.

Despite what your family and friends thought he was really sweet to you, always doing what he could to help, even with your studies; he had no idea what you were doing and got stuck every time he looked at your work, but he made trips to the store and got you snacks, he'd stay up late with you.

For your birthday last year he gave you a car, he usually just leant you his, sometimes he'd drive you himself or he'd pay for a cab. It's not that he minded doing any of that, he just knew how you felt about it.

You felt like a burden, he was really just the sweet man that took care of you and felt terrible every time you asked for the smallest thing. Axl had no one, he had friends, obviously, but he had no family. All he wanted was this big, happy family, and he never got it. He would do anything to spend more time with the few people he liked, especially you.

Since he had done so much for you you wanted to do one thing for him, so you planned and you cooked, you ordered a Queen cake that was really meant for a kids birthday but it was just for the two of you, it was the thought that counts.

When planning for things you had to keep it a surprise, so you told him you were studying for finals. It worked perfect, he never asked about anything, although he did buy a concerning amount of energy drinks.

It all came crashing down on his birthday. You'd spent so much time planning out your idea for his birthday you hadn't taken into account that he would make plans for his birthday.

Worst case scenario was that he would invite more people over, which you initially thought that morning of, but then you found him nowhere in the house as you scrambled around to set things up.

Finally, you checked your phone to find a text from him. "Decided to give you some time to yourself for your studying, be back later, don't worry about food." He sent a little heart and winky face emoji. All your work, the time and effort to get food and preparations together. For nothing. You were ruined.

You shot him a quick text, as tears filled your eyes, asking when he'd be home. He said around 10:00 pm, it was late but it gave you a chance to at least try and do something.

You cried for the first few hours, really. It was hard, he got you everything you ever wanted, and you couldn't do this one thing for him. You had to try, so you decorated the dining room, setting up the small table where you two ate together.

You wrapped your present for him and set it on his seat, just before the clock hit 10:00 you got the cake out and brought it to the table, a lighter at the ready for when he came home.

Five minutes and he hadn't shown up, he was just saying his goodbyes and it had kept him.

Fifteen minutes late, he couldn't end his stories, just a little bit longer.

When half an hour had passed and he hadn't come back you decided to text him, asking if his dinner was almost done. Ten minutes passed before he texted back that he'd bring you back leftovers, no indication of how much longer he'd be.

After forty-five minutes you put the cake back in the fridge, wiping your tears from your eyes and sitting back at the table. You couldn't bring yourself to go back to bed, you brought your feet onto the chair and hugged yourself, resting your chin on your knees as tears rolled down your cheeks.

It didn't take long for your crying to get worse, your body trembling and sobs choked out of you.

It was around 12:00 when you finally heard a car pull into the garage. You did your best to wipe away your tears but you could only do so much. Your makeup was ruined, eyes red and puffy, lip quivering.

Axl came in, finding the house dark. He planned to be quiet and just head right up to bed, doing his best to not disturb you, however, the dining room was right by the stairs so he saw the light on, and the streamers and balloons, everything you set up for his birthday.

Most importantly, he saw you sitting alone at the table, having clearly been crying.

His brows furrowed and he rushed over to you, taking the seat next to you and cupping your face in his hands. "Sweetheart, what happened?" He asked, voice deep and soothing as he looked over you with great worry.

You sniffled, wiping your eyes a final time before speaking. "I-I got everything ready and you-you weren't even here..." You mumbled.

Axl's worry shifted to confusion. "You got everything ready?" He asked. "What did you get ready?" He could take a guess from the decorations but he still asked the question.

"For your birthday!" You said, looking up at him, a desperation in your eyes. "I got a-a cake and decorations, I got it all together, and you-you weren't even here." You knew it wasn't his fault, he didn't know a thing about all this, but you were tired and hurt.

Axl pressed his lips together, eyes flickering over your face. "You really did all that? For me?" You nodded, letting him pull you into his arms. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart... I had no idea." He kissed your temple and pulled away from you, just enough to look you in the eye. "How about I make it up to you?"

Your pout deepened for a second at his offer. "But it's your birthday, I-I was trying to do something special for you!" He nodded and pulled you right back into his arms.

"I know, I know... but you've been stressed, right? With finals."

"There are no finals, it's fucking February, the semester just started." This was getting him nowhere so he lifted you up and carried you upstairs. Your room was just down the hall from his so you didn't question it, and it wasn't the first time he'd carried you around the house, he often found you crashed on the couch or elsewhere and brought you back to bed.

You wrapped yourself around him and only questioned it when he brought you into his room. "What're you doing..?" You asked, voice soft, but you weren't protesting.

"You wanted to surprise me on my birthday, and I want to make you feel better." He explained, setting you down on your back on the bed before crawling over top of you. "Two birds, one stone." You stared up at him, wide eyed and... oddly, very turned on.

Axl kissed down your neck, unbuttoning your top. He brushed the fabric aside and kissed over your chest, watching you carefully and making sure you were comfortable with where he was heading. "You can tell me to stop if you want." He assured, leaving a last kiss on your chest before helping you take your shirt off.

You gave a small nod, holding yourself up and unclipping your bra. "I know." You tossed your clothes to the side and laid back down, smiling warmly up at him.

He smiled back at you and continued to trail kisses down your stomach, your breathing getting heavy, tears drying up quickly now. He stripped you down to your panties, taking his time and muttering praise all the while. "You did a good job, sweetheart, getting a little dinner for us, for me." He mused, placing a final kiss on your lower abdomen, just above the lace of your panties. "You did perfect, now just relax and let me do the work."

[st4ytiny]

Using your distress as foreplay (UYDAF)

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Kinda wanna kiss your girlfriend if you don't mind Feat. Jisung

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Release date : ???

Teaser : But baby, I like flirting, a lover by my side. Can't be a good good girl even if i tried. Cause after midnight, i'm feeling kinda freaky, maybe it's the moonlight?

Tracklist : problematic relationships, slight size difference, reader is older than Han, jealousy, cheating (reader cheating on her boyfriend with Jisung),

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Its hot when you're going through hell Feat. Changbin

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Release date : ???

Teaser : Ruined my credit, stole my cute aesthetic. Who knew we'd let it get this bad when it ended? If karma's real, hope it's your turn. I heard from Katie, you're loosing it lately.

Tracklist : desperation, smashing things, ruining a relationship, crying, problematic relationships, Make-up-sex, smudged makeup, crash out

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I leave a mark so you know I'm the best Feat. Bahng Chan

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Release date : ???

Teaser : Young lust, last long. When we drive in your car, I'm your baby. Loosing all my innocence in the back seat. Say you love me. Break all the rules 'til we get caught, fog up the windows in the parking lot

Tracklist : cheating???, jealousy, cursing, reader being a fan, exes to lovers, switch Chan / switch reader,

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Want to pre-order this album ? Please comment <3

Hi !! This is my first one-shot series I've ever done, I hope it scratches your brain all the ways it scratched mine <3

I also acknowledge that Chappell Roan's music is primarily WLW, I've listened to her music while writing and gotten ideas from her lyrics.

I appreaciate reblogs (with and without tags), likes and comments <3

Pleaseee stay tuned! I have started the first drafts already :)

This series is pretty problematic. sorry not sorry

[gatorbites-imagines]

Can I request some boba fett cockwarming (sith) male reader?👉🏻👈🏻

Boba Fett x Sith Tusken male reader

Headcanons

Why is the reader a tusken raider? I don’t know, I just really love them. This takes place back when Boba was still a bounty hunter, so younger spicier Boba. I really want to write more about tusken raiders, please ask me about tusken raiders. Reader doesn’t work for palpatine, but became a sith on his own, kinda.

Did y’all know a good chunk of tusken raiders aren’t actually the species, but humans or near-humans who joined their tribes? So, what the reader is, is up to y’all, he’s just got the bits needed for fun. I may have done more lore than smut, but yeah, star wars brings it out in me.

You had always been part of the sand tribes of Tatooine, born into it and raised their way. The peaceful life, or as peaceful as it could be, ended when the one with the flaming sword slaughtered them all.

You had not even passed your coming of age at the time, forced to watch as your clan members, mother and father were killed like womp rats.

There had always been a power inside you, one that the clan elders told you connected you to the stars and the sand, which would one day allow you to become the clan’s storyteller and lorekeeper, maybe you could even become the next tribe leader if the stars and suns smiled upon you.

This power kept you hidden from the glowing one, hidden under the bodies of your clan and loved ones. You had never thought of what your clan did as evil, it was needed to survive, and the settlers didn’t deserve the sand’s gifts. But it was enough to doom you all.

There you laid for hours, days even, listening to the power of the stars and sands telling you to wait, be cautious, or you too would die. This time let you surround yourself with the pain and suffering you felt, having lost everything.

The Tusken people were not peacekeepers like jedi, and knew that one needed to kill to survive. This meant there was nothing keeping you cautious of the dark side, allowing you to embrace it and pack it inside yourself.

No other tribe dared let you join them, your connection to the universe was too powerful. Their own storytellers and lorekeepers shook before you, letting out shaky guttural requests for you to leave them be, and take the eternal darkness you carried with you.

You were not evil, but you were not kind. You stayed by yourself for a long time. You found a cave underground where you could meditate, train as the stars taught you. Here you discovered a glowing orange stone, one that sang when you held it, and screamed when your darkness turned it red.

Yet it still purred like a loth-cat when you placed it inside your specially made garderffi stick, which also worked as a spear when you wielded the stones power.

You truly only left your self-isolation when you felt the universe shift. The light that had existed was snuffed out with a pained shriek as darkness filled the void left behind.

A hidden light settled on Tatooine, but he could not hide from you. Your darkness covered the planet in your own blanket, shielding it from outsiders who wished to look inside, it kept you but also these new lights hidden.

He called himself Ben, but you knew it was a lie. His vocal cords could not pronounce your true name, instead he simply called you Abyss, which was close enough to some part of your name that you accepted it.

You were not friends perse, but you two would sometimes wander the sands together, and you would lead him to places with water, and black melons, where he would not mess with the planet and her resources.

Bounty hunters were common on the planet. Tatooine was hutt owned, meaning all kinds of evil came through her ports. Spreading their evil like disease. Something your energy struck back at like an evil spear when the opportunity presented itself.

Boba Fett was like the mandalorians your past storyteller spoke of, except his armor made him noticeable in the force, as Ben called it. his mission was to find your light companion, and with nothing to do you decided to confront him.

He must have believed you were like any other Tusken, wielding only a gaderffi stick and maybe a rifle. But he stood no chance against the vacuum of darkness you possessed. You didn’t kill him, there was no need too, plus, his cursing and spitting was entertaining.

In the end Boba forgot all about his bounty, instead focusing on you since you proved to be a lot more interesting. How funny that fighting could be seen as flirting in both your cultures, as something hotter brewed between you as he shot at you, and you flicked it away with a small motion.

You had never left Tatooine and her embrace, but you ended up leaving with Boba. Something developed between you, and you decided why not see the galaxy. Of course, the colonizers were horrified to see the bounty hunter leave with you behind him, but no one dared say anything.

Ben gave you a small farewell in the mind bond you two had developed to be able to speak together, before you both closed it off, not wanting him to be found through it.

You ended up meeting Vader, who made your darkness grow from a pit to a black hole, as he was the burning one who took everything from you. Even in his new form there was no hiding it, and only Vaders slavemaster kept the battle from happening.

The old corpse admired your strength and ability to hide, nihilus reborn, he sang. Whoever that was. You had no interest in his ideas and plans, instead you left with Boba. A deal was settled between you and Vader, he left you alone, and you left him alone.

At some point during your travels with Boba your clothing had to be changed up. You wore your robes and bandages for as long as possible, since it was who you were. But it became a bit of a problem on different planets.

In the end, Boba got you something more flowy but it covered just as much. apparently, Sidious had sent it. It had a strange mask as well with red detailing, with another note about this Nihilus. You didn’t care. You kept wearing your goggles, though you put away the mouthpiece for now.

It allowed for a lot more touch between you and Boba, and the bounty hunter could get quite physical. It wasn’t common in your culture, so in the beginning you would growl and push him away with your dark powers. But over time you got used to it, even allowing his hands to linger on your thighs.

The first time he tried to slide his hands under your robes had you knocking him unconscious though, nailing him in the helmet with your gaderffii stick.

Courting took a long time for your people, at least in your tribe. And involved a lot of sparring and fighting alongside each other, which you two did plenty. Getting intimate was strange too, as it was mostly for breeding in your tribe, but Boba made quick work of showing just how good it felt.

For the most part you only allowed Boba to move your robes and layers enough to expose your cock, and luckily that was all he needed most of the time.

Kisses wasn’t really a thing in your culture, instead you two would press your foreheads together which was a display in the Mandalorian culture instead. It got especially intimate when Boba would ride you and press his forehead against yours.

Seeing all his exposed skin could be very erotic and blasphemous to you, but it had the power inside you striking out and grasping at him like a starving krayt dragon clamping onto a bantha.

Boba was able to teach you how to fly a ship as well. He claimed it was so you could be the getaway when bounties went back, but you had a feeling it was so he could act out his fantasies of cockwarming you.

The first time you allowed him to expose you kickstarted his hunger, something he had suppressed for a long time because it made you uncomfortable to think about.

He was always on you somehow, be it when you would steer the ship or when you meditated. Having his mouth on you was such a culture shock that you spilled the moment his lips wrapped around you.

The mind link you two had started developing also taught you that the act of warming you and pleasing you assisted in calming his mind as well. It made the intimacy between you stronger, deeper.

Boba never got to see your face, at least for a very long time (think after he joined the tribe in the Boba Fett series), but he did succeed in pushing your robes up more and more, so he could grope as your pecs and muscles.

The force was also a great help, as the dark side was fueled by darker wants and urges. So, you may have used it once or twice to keep him in place and supply him with air, so he didn’t need to breathe. Boba loved it though.

On the matters of sithlords, you never claimed you were one, but you got called one anyways. How that pans out with the resistance and the fall of the empire is for later though.

[hexgirl13]

nobody gets me

wc: 1,329

summary: one night, two loner teens find comfort in one another

warnings(?): fluff, smidge of angst, cursing, shitty dads, smoking, use of y/n

a/n: another edition to the rafe x maybank!reader series. lwk the ending is kinda bad 😭 but i tried. lemme know if y'all wanna see more!!

the cool waters lapped against the shore, washing up little treasures from the ocean. taking a long hit from your vape, you leaned your head back to let the smoke fall from your lips. you slightly grimaced at the watermelon flavoured smoke. it had been a while since you did nic, but jj finished up your last joint. you found comfort in the cold and silence that was wrapped around you. it had been a long night for you.

you came home from your workshift to find jj gone. probably out with john b and all of. however, shortly after, your dad barged into the house. definitely drunk and definitely angry. that was, sadly, something that wasn't new. you took another hit and closed your eyes, trying to drown out the hateful words that he spewed at you.

"maybank?" you heard a voice call out to you.

you opened an eye to find none other than rafe cameron staring down at you. it was a surprise to see anyone, but especially someone like him, this late at the beach.

"what're you doing here?" he asked, moving to stand in front of you. his hair was messy, like he'd run his fingers through it a bunch, and his clothes were disheveled. and was he... crying? you couldn't tell in the dark.

"i could ask you the same thing." you eyed him up and down. his movements were jittery, while his eyes darted across the beach. he didn't stop fiddling with the hem of his shirt either. either he was about to have a panic attack or he was high. maybe both. "you wanna sit down?" you offered, your voice a gentle tone. his blue eyes made eye contact with you, before shakily nodding "y-yeah."

he dropped down next to you on the sand. knee bumping yours as he did so. you glanced at him through the corner of your eye. his gaze stays focused on his hands. numbly picking at his fingers. "stop doing that, you'll bleed." you pushed his hands down. almost immediately you realized what you'd done. "sorry," you mumbled, letting go of him.

he wearily watched you, but stayed quiet. when he wasn't with his asshole friends, he wasn't that bad. he was practically hated by your friends. especially by your brother. you never thought of him that way. with you, he was nice and... shy. "i'm sorry that i interrupted your quiet time or whatever," he muttered, now intently watching you.

"it's okay. it's a public beach, rafe. not just mine," you replied lightly. a minor way to lighten the mood. he let out a quiet chuckle. "maybe not, yeah. but i find you here often. speaking of, why are you here? thought i saw your pogue brother and his friends having a party."

"oh, uh, i'm not a big party person. prefer to be alone and stuff like that." you take another quick hit. his eyes drop down to where the smoke falls from your lips and he suddenly feels his mouth dry up. he swallows. “do you mind if i…?” he asks hesitantly.

you feel yourself stiffen up when you notice him looking at your lips. however, you soon realize he was talking about your vape. “huh? oh, yeah, here ya go.”

he gratefully takes it from you and hits it. a slight grimace spreads on his face when he tastes it. “watermelon, really?” he asked.

you let out a soft laugh. “yeah, sorry. jj finished my last joint. can't even find my dispo, either.”

“you know, i, uh, i sell. all kinds of shit. like, weed, geekbar, whatever you want. if you're interested, obviously. you don't have to feel-” he started to ramble.

you place a gentle hand on his bicep to stop him. “rafe. i get it. i’ll keep that in mind.” you could feel his body stiffen under your touch and gently smiled. no way rafe cameron was getting nervous around you. your hand trails down to hold his wrist, swiping at his pulse point.

his heart was racing.

“you wanna talk about why you’re here so late?” you asked softly.

his breath hitched at your feather like touch. “uh, m-my dad. him and i got into a fight. some stupid shit about the family. i mean, he acts like i don’t care!” he begins to ramble, hands shaking and eyes welling with tears, “b-but i do… i do care, i just don't understand why he can't see that. he makes me feel like shit, y/n… and i-” his voice breaks as some tears fall.

“oh, rafe,” you cooed, guiding his head to your chest. you ran your fingers through his blonde hair, brushing his bangs out of his face. his shaky hands gripped the front of your sweater, tears soaking it. it was so odd to see a typically strong and cocky boy break so much. you always hated ward cameron. he was a terrible man, both as a person and a father. it was defnitely clear to see now.

there was always an unspoken connection between the two of you. despite growing up on opposite sides of outer banks, you both felt like you shared more qualities than most. both of you always were the odd siblings out, like the black sheep of your families. so you understood what it felt like to be practically hated by your father, yet still craving to be loved and accepted by him.

“i get it, rafe. it sucks to feel like that because of your dad,” you whispered into his hair. “but you're not a careless person. i can see that you care, you just… show it differently. you're a good man, rafe. don't let him make you feel like you're shit or anything less than.”

he sniffled, lifting his head from your chest. “you think so?” he asked shakily.

“course i do. despite what others say, i can tell who you are. who you really are.”

i can tell who you are.

rafe had never heard those words before, and if he had, he'd probably never have believed it. yet coming from you… he did.

“thanks, y/n. i know i don't say it much, hell, i rarely say it, but you're a good person to me. no matter what,” he said, smiling gratefully at you.

you smiled, noticing something. “you called me y/n…”

“what?”

“you called me by my name. like, my actual name. you never do that.”

he hadn't even noticed that. “huh, i guess i am. can't exactly call you by your last name, right? that's reserved for your brother, who i’m… not particularly fond of. i kinda like you though,” he said with a slight wink.

there he was. the rafe that you knew and grew up with. “alright, rafe,” you replied, playfully shoving him. “i literally hate you.” yet there was a smile on your face.

“nah, you love me,” he countered.

you were thankful for the moonlight, or else he’d see the blush blooming on your face. “whatever.” a few moments of silence pass by, but it's not awkward at all. suddenly, you ask, “you wanna go to the gas station with me? i’d rather not walk there alone.”

his head turned towards you, blue eyes shining. “hell yeah. you got a car?”

you shake your head. “dude, i’m a pogue. i barely got any new clothes.”

he laughs softly and it makes you feel giddy. “that's okay, i don't have mine with me. we can just walk.” he stands up, dusting off the sand from his shorts. holding out a hand towards you, you accept it. once he pulls you up, he doesn't let go. neither do you. “c’mon, let’s go.”

the two of you walk towards the boardwalk, a blanket of silence covering the two of you. it isn't awkward though. understanding, and perhaps something else, passes between you two. and maybe, that's all either of you needed. somebody who understood.

[lostsyren]

I have a request where rafe gets into a fight because someone said something about sofia, and later in the bathroom sofia is cleaning the cuts on his hands. (Btw I LOVE ur writing 💗💗)

ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 watcher

{summary: after hooking up a couple times, rafe and sofia are no contact, but neither one is happy with the arrangement…}

{a/n: ok so i decided to do something a little different– it still fits what you wanted but i kinda went a different direction. essentially it’s them after 3x09! and thank you for ur kind words lovely, sorry this took so long}

{warnings: graphic violence, mentions of sex, stalking?}

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ 𖦹 ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ 𖦹 ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ 𖦹 ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ 𖦹 ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ 𖦹 ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ 𖦹 ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

After staying over at Tannyhill a couple times, Sofia and Rafe didn’t talk again. She tried to shy away from the pang of hurt that it caused– when he left her on read, when he waited until she was on the other side of the bar to order his drink, when he stopped looking her way with a smile and kind eyes. What made it worse was the fact she had to see him…everyday single day.

Sofia mentally made a note never to sleep with a customer ever again. The prickling shame that coated her skin, the sticky regret that settled in the lot of her stomach– it was all too much. The prospect that Rafe used her, as simply just a warm body he could fuck, a temporary distraction– it made her sick. She knew it was silly of her; they barely knew each other after all. But he was so surprisingly sweet to her. And now it’s like he’d flipped a switch, doused in a sudden and biting apathy.

It shouldn’t have been a shock to her– she knew that, she wasn’t dumb. He was a kook at the end of the day and she was the club bartender (no matter how much she hated that fact, it still remained true). But she liked him. God– she liked him a lot. She thought he was different.

Sofia shook her head vehemently. Stop thinking about him when he doesn’t even give you the time of day.

The Kildare night was dark and balmy, the late-summer humidity stifling. The moon was out tonight, shining like a pearlescent marble on a bed of black tar.

Sofia’s shift had ended, so she was packing up her things. A couple stragglers were left dotted around the outdoor bar and restaurant. One of them was Rafe. He always lingered at the bar, nursing a fleet of never ending drinks. Initially Sofia was worried. She’d seen this before in her father, a drink always in hand, his eyes slung low in a drunker stupor. But eventually she reflected the same frigid apathy back on to Rafe. He wasn’t her problem to worry about.

But it was hard to deny instinct. Sofia had been infatuated with Rafe for a while now, even before he’d noticed her presence. It was like her eyes were magnets and he was metal. So before she left, her gaze brushed over his figure, taking in the broad shoulders, the faint lines of veins skeining down his tanned arms, before trailing up to his face. And that’s when she realised he was already staring straight at her. Fuck.

He looked distraught, but like he was trying to hide it. The lines of his face were deep and the strain of his jaw was tight, blue eyes red rimmed. She quickly looked away, gripping the strap of her purse tighter and scampering out towards the exit.

Sofia got on the bus. Her car was in the repair shop (for the third time this year). So she had to walk half-way home since the bus routes in the cut were all situated a good distance from her house. Her work shoes clicked against the uneven asphalt, her pace brisk and nimble. She didn’t think anything of the footsteps behind her at first, but when she realised how close they were, as if shadowing her movements, Sofia’s heart sank.

She’d heard stories of muggings around and about these streets. So her footsteps quickened, her heart rate a sputtering mess.

Fragments of prayers escaped her lips. Prayers for protection, for refuge and everything in between. But the shadow that stretched like pitch across the pavement just seemed to elongate the closer it got to her.

Sofia swallowed a shuddering breath and chanced a look behind her. She hated that she was right– a group of maybe three or four men were tailing her.

She wanted to run but they were tall– they’d easily outperform her. Sofia reached into her purse slipping out her phone, the white glare form the screen opening on to her contacts. But before she could even call anyone, the looming presence behind her suddenly jolted forward, Sofia jerking up in surprise.

A hand yanked her phone away from her, the device smashing on the concrete. Sofia gasped, the sound shaky and convulsing as she felt two hands grip her wrists.

“Who you tryna call huh?” One guy goaded, as the other three encircled Sofia.

Shit. Shit. Shit. The panic that fringed her nervous system completely inundated her– blood rushing, heart pounding, skin sweating.

“Please, just take whatever you want and let me go,” she pleaded, her eyes wide and watering.

The man let go of one of her wrists, gripping the pliable flesh of her cheeks, squishing them together with sharp nails.

“How about we just take you then?” His words were low and pointed, like a knife being pressed against her jugular. Chitters of laughter emanated from the other guys walling her in. Fear gave way to anger as Sofia spat at him then used her leg to swing a knee in his groin. He grunted in pain, allowing for Sofia to slip from his grip.

“You fucking bitch!” He growled, yanking her back by the hair before she could sprint away. Sofia hissed in pain, her scalp burning from his relentless grip.

She thought she was done for, denigrated to putty in these men’s hands. But suddenly, out of the encroaching darkness of the streetlight, came a figure who threw a punch directly square in her assailant’s face.

Sofia flew back on to the pavement, scraping her knee on the concrete. Grabbing her phone, she scrambled backwards to witness the scene before her. Her vision was slightly blurred so it took her a second to piece together what was happening.

In amidst the guttural yells and sickening sound of fists hitting flesh, Sofia saw Rafe mercilessly grapple with her attackers.

Her brain was so frazzled she didn’t even consider the oddity of his presence in this situation– all she felt was a sudden rush of relief and an overwhelming gratefulness that she didn’t have to find out what these men were planning to do with her.

But worry quickly eclipsed her repose.

They were decimating him.

“Help!” Sofia yelled, her voice cracking and shrill.

One of the men had Rafe in a headlock, his beefy arm clasped around his windpipe. Sofia scrambled on to her feet and grabbed her keys from her purse. With a quiet stealth, she snuck up behind the towering guy before lodging the key in between his shoulder blades. The man shrieked out a string of curse words, dropping Rafe and swinging round to strike her instead. Sofia cowered from his touch, but Rafe didn’t let the guy’s wrath reach her.

“You fucking touch her again and I’ll kill you,” he growled, Sofia’s heart lurching at the sight of his black beady eyes and bloody lip. He looked feral.

Rafe’s swinging punches began to look rhythmic as he hit his knuckles repeatedly against the guys jaw. Sofia’s stomach roiled in sickness at hearing the crunch of bone. The repetitive thwack of skin hitting skin.

Before Rafe could knock the guy in unconscious, the wail of police cars sliced through the violence, distant glows of red and blue dancing around the darkness.

“Fuck let’s bounce,” said one hooded man before all four of them dispersed, leaving Rafe breathless and bloody, barely able to stand.

Sofia rushed towards him, quickly hoisting his swaying body on top of hers.

“Come on, my house is a couple minutes away.”

Rafe didn’t say anything. He just nodded, letting Sofia lead the way.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ 𖦹 ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ 𖦹 ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ 𖦹 ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ 𖦹 ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ 𖦹 ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ 𖦹 ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

Rafe sat on the toilet of Sofia’s bathroom, waiting as she rifled through the cabinet for some cotton wool.

Neither said anything, the tension in the small space feeling like thick fog that clogged their throats.

“You’re different…I like that. You’ll do the right thing– I’m sure you will.”

Those were the last words Sofia had said to him– the last time they’d spoken. It wasn’t because he didn’t want to talk with her. He did. Desperately. But for once Rafe Cameron decided to do the decent thing, the right thing, as Sofia put it, and leave her out of his bloodsoaked life. Because that’s what happened whenever he cared about someone. They got hurt. Like his father leaving on a plane all bloody and maimed, cut by the blade of his son’s betrayal. The reminder of Ward sent a ripple of regret through him.

It has been hard to leave Sofia behind fully. She was addictive. Sweet like candy and soft like silk. He missed the air of her laughter– that easy, wispy sound which draped over him. He missed the warmth of her body– her small frame slotting against his larger one in the massive bed. Though she’d been in his life for an embarrassingly short amount of time, her absence left a hefty lacuna in the sepulchral hallways of Tannyhill. She became just another person who was no longer there.

And Rafe hated it.

So he resigned himself to stolen glances whilst she was working, watching as she danced freely at parties that she didn’t know he was attending, also following her home from work to make sure she got home ok.

And it’s a good thing he did– when he saw those men grope and paw at her, sullying her with their filthy hands, rage burst through his capillaries.

He could see the result of his violent outburst now in the dull yellow glow of the bathroom lights, his knuckles split and hemic, rivulets of blood flowing through the grooves of his skin.

Sofia ran the cotton wool under the hot water of the tap, gently lifting his hands up so she could clean the blood.

Her eyes fixated on the task at hand, as Rafe revelled in the gentleness of her touch. He usually had to patch himself up after fights, struggling alone behind a closed bathroom door, whimpering as he licked his cuts clean like a bad dog.

As she worked to clean him him, Rafe’s eyes dipped downward and saw the graze on her knee, a sizeable red scrape against her golden skin.

With his free hand, his fingers instinctively brushed against it, causing Sofia to jump up in surprise.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, retracting his hand away. Sofia just shook her head gently as if to say ‘it’s ok’.

She was close enough so that he could smell her strawberry shampoo– remembering the sensations of her tresses tickling his chest as his face nuzzled up against the crook of her neck. He honed in on the way her fingers skimmed his hands with the cotton wool– mirroring the touch of her fingertips gripping on to his shoulders as he pressed into her warmth. Rafe stirred with a heady desire from this inundation of memories that made him lightheaded, suddenly standing up in the tiny bathroom.

“Is everything ok?” Sofia asked, looking up at him with a furrowed brow.

He nodded quickly.

“Let me clean you up too.” His hands floated over the curve of her hip, directing her to the bathroom counter, lifting her slightly to place her on the flat surface. Sofia let out a little gasp as he suspended her in the air, her eye contact unwavering.

The image of fucking her in her own bathroom passed through his mind, her soft body pressed up against the basin, the mirror fogged up from their combined breaths. Rafe shook away his thoughts but it was hard to do when she was so damn close. Rafe wetted some cotton wool, hooking his hand under the meat of her thigh, before cleaning the cut gently. He tried to control the tremors of his fingers, but it was near impossible.

Sofia’s soft breath fanned his nape, hitting his sensitive skin as he looked down at her leg. He shuddered slightly imagining her lips hitting that spot, her tongue supping away at his neck. The memory of her kisses hit him like a truck, the skilled manoeuvring of her mouth, leaving him trailing after her with inexperience.

Fuck he missed her.

Rafe plastered her knee up, rubbing his thumb up and down the plush of her thigh, before regrettably letting go.

Sofia starred up at him with her big, hazel eyes– they were almost imploring. But imploring him for what he didn’t know.

Their faces were inches a part. Rafe could see her scattering of freckles, each individual eyelash.

As if by instinct, his face hovered closer, the slope of his nose brushing against her cheek. Sofia’s breath hitched, the swell of her breast rising and falling with each uneven pant. Her lips opened, pink and wet and shiny. They looked so inviting. He could slip his tongue so easily between her mouth right now. She was right there.

Rafe could see her hands gripping the counter edge, her knuckles contrastingly white to his reddened ones.

“I should go,” Rafe murmured, eyes flickering over her face. Sofia did the same, her gaze alternating between his lips and eyes.

Sofia’s hands reached over to hold his, wrapping her fingers around his raw skin, “thank you Rafe.”

“No problem.” His voice was a raspy husk.

Rafe moved away from her and his heart clenched at the sudden distance. He left her sitting alone on her bathroom counter, her hair tousled around her pretty face and legs pressed deliciously together.

But despite how badly he wanted to destroy the space between them, pressing her up against the tiles, hooking her leg around the curve of his waist, Rafe still turned and faced the door.

“Wait.” Her voice was small and soft and hopeful.

He stood still, turning to face her slowly.

She jumped down from the countertop. “Why don’t you stay the night?”

Rafe’s heart faltered. Say yes, you idiot.

But he couldn’t do this. The past couple weeks watching Sofia, inhaling her like she was his new drug, he learnt just how different the two of them were. She criss-crossed around Kildare like a saint– dropping her siblings off to school in that scrap metal car of hers, volunteering at her local church, slaving away at her job and plastering a smile on for asshole customers. Even at the parties, she never was selfish or hedonistic. She minded her friends with care, she oftentimes was the designated driver and she smiled at everyone no matter kook or pogue.

Sofia was kind. Sofia was good.

Who was he to use her for his own personal gain? Even now, when he was lauding her saintliness, he couldn’t help but envision her at his mercy, inside of her, her name on his lips, his hands in her hair.

“It’s ok Sofia, I need to be heading home anyway.” He mumbled stupidly, palming the back of his neck.

Her face flashed with hurt– eyebrows stitching together, lips frowning in a pout. But she quickly recomposed herself.

“Ok.”

Rafe turned to leave, opening the bathroom door.

“What were you even doing here in The Cut?” Sofia suddenly asked.

Rafe froze. Fuck. He turned to face her slowly.

“Meeting a friend.”

“Oh,” Sofia intoned, “a friend? I thought you wouldn’t have any pogue friends.”

Rafe smiled, amused at her pointedness. “Then what are you then?”

“I don’t know…what am I?” Her tone took on a meanness that was uncharacteristic.

Rafe swallowed thickly, embarrassment tinging his cheeks, “Sofia–“

“You ghost all your friends? Or just all your fuck buddies?”

“Sof–“

“A text would’ve been nice. You don’t have to pretend like I don’t exist.”

“I’m sorry.” That was all he could come up with. One measly apology.

Sofia sighed, running a hand through her hair, “I’m sorry too– you don’t owe me anything. I– I just thought that you…I just thought that we…” she trailed off, a meekness settling over her body.

“You just thought that we– what?” Rafe probed, stepping closer. He wanted her to say more. Wanted her to give him a reason to stay.

“Nothing, nothing. You can go, it’s fine.”

“Sofia–“

“Please leave Rafe.”

His shoulders sagged with that all too familiar weight. And with a brief nod of the head, he left her there, finding his way back to his car parked a couple blocks down, the one he used to follow her down the street in, watching her with an obsessiveness he didn’t know what to do with, monomania seeping uncontrollably from his pores.

Rafe was about to drive the car back home, when he circled back, parking outside the house he was just in. Turning the engine off, the headlights flashed away into nothingness, leaving the car undetected from the street.

His eyes crawled up to Sofia’s bedroom window. She never closed the blinds. She was so naïve. So trusting. He was doing the right thing leaving her out of his instability, his fractured, messed up self. He’d hurt her like everyone else. And he didn’t want that.

But that didn’t mean he couldn’t watch.

Watch her slip out of her work clothes, imagining it was her was undressing her. Watch her examine the band-aid he put on her knee, recalling how her supple legs felt under his fingertips.

Watch her unhook her bra, slipping into her pyjamas then into bed, savouring the memory of how it felt to fuck her.

Rafe drove away quickly, shunning away the perverted thoughts that whirled around his mind.

He wondered if Sofia still thought that about him. She said he’d do the right thing– but Rafe didn’t know what the fuck that meant. He told himself he’d stop it. Cut all contact from her. Even the obsessive surveillance.

But the next morning, he made sure to arrive early at the country club, so he could watch her at the bar, like always.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ 𖦹 ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ 𖦹 ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ 𖦹 ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ 𖦹 ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ 𖦹 ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ 𖦹 ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

[blissfulbluee]

Hiii I know it’s kinda a rare pair but do you have any Salesman/Gi-hun headcanons? I love these two I think it would be funny if they ended up being enemies to lovers or smth

Yes I do! Sorry for making you wait. Hope you enjoy :) Let me know if you want more of them or if I should try another pair!

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-The salesman thought gi-hun was cute when they first met, especially when he wanted to slap him back

-in another universe, the salesman asks gi hun out for drinks instead of giving him the card. surely, the boss will understand ;)

-gi hun accepts of course, not knowing its a date. maybe getting to know this guy will be good for him financially. he can make money doing this game with him. who cares if he has to get slapped? he’ll get better at the game.

-the salesman of course doesn’t make it obvious that its a date. he just stares at him, menacingly, and gi hun has to figure it out himself

-gi-hun, after realizing its a date once the salesman gives him a compliment he can’t even begin to be oblivious about

-gi hun stays. who wouldn’t? he hesitates a little after remembering how pumped the salesman was about slapping him, but it’s okay. he’s used to it. off-putting gay men seem to have a thing for him.

-the salesman is smooth af

-gi-hun surprisingly is good at romancing him back

-the salesman definitely the type of bf to break into gi huns house to see him

-he also sometimes breaks in just to leave things in gi-huns house

-gi hun kind of likes his craziness

-gi hun sticks little notes and candies and stuff in the salesman coat pocket before he leaves for work (its up to you if he knows what his job is)

-they def share clothes

-the salesman for sure caves and folds when gi-hun asks him to do something. what can i say his job is following orders, and who can say no to those pretty brown eyes?

-the salesman, unfortunately for gi-hun, is a MAJOR freak ifykyk

-gi hun likes the salesman’s a-symmetrical eyes, finds them cute

-one day gi-huns loan sharks stop attacking him and never contact him again. guess gi hun will never know what happened to them

[urween]

| I'm marvel fan, of course..

i’m marvel fan, of course i stay ten minutes after a random movie’s end just in case

i’m marvel fan, of course i think i have spidey sense when i catch something before it falls

i’m marvel fan, of course i had my Loki phase

i’m marvel fan, of course i’ll defend most of the films even if they sucks

i’m marvel fan, of course i don’t trust happy ending

i’m marvel fan, of course i’ll kneel for a horned dark haired man

i’m marvel fan, of course there is still hope even when the character is dead

i’m marvel fan, of course i still act like i didn’t know that was Bucky behind this mask

i’m marvel fan, of course i want you to look constantly at the screen when we’re watching the movies

i’m marvel fan, of course i have a love/hate relation with the Logan movie

i’m marvel fan, of course i have to pause the movie because i got lost in the timeline

i’m marvel fan, of course i want every single stupid merch about my fav characters

i’m marvel fan, of course i have to make the character development myself because they’re so bad

i’m marvel fan, of course i want to see the whole movies in order even if i already saw them

i’m marvel fan, of course when i saw a happy scene i know they’re gonna die

i’m marvel fan, of course i cry while cherik beach divorce

i’m marvel fan, of course i analyze every random movies i see even when it’s not necessary

i’m marvel fan, of course i hate women representation in the MCU

i’m marvel fan, of course i wish Erik was there for Wanda

i’m marvel fan, of course i’ll cry while endgame even if i saw it multiples times

i’m marvel fan, of course i don’t trust politics

i’m marvel fan, of course aliens are just Asgardians

i’m marvel fan, of course i want Alpine in the MCU

i’m marvel fan, of course Wade is pansexual chaotic

i’m marvel fan, of course i hate the heterosexual culture in the MCU

i’m marvel fan, of course i kinda hate Steve for leaving Bucky alone

i’m marvel fan, of course i think Rodey was right about baby Thanos

i’m marvel fan, of course you HAVE to shut up when the intro is playing

i’m marvel fan, of course i think Pietro death was unnecessary

i’m marvel fan, of course you’ll see me whispering dialogues if we watch the movies

i’m marvel fan, of course i think the x-men would beat the avengers

i’m marvel fan, of course i want to know why was Thor crying

i’m marvel fan, of course i know words in russian

i’m marvel fan, of course i wish they hadn’t fuck up every single female characters’ development just because they are “sexy”

i’m marvel fan, of course i want the sam to my bucky

i’m marvel fan, of course i love marvel memes

i’m marvel fan, of course i blush when first Loki episode/Thor dark world/Steve first avengers

i’m marvel fan, of course i suffer while ovulating and watching Captain America : The Winter Soldier

i’m marvel fan, of course i think the x-men are a healthier group than the avengers

i’m marvel fan, of course i have a kink for Bucky’s metal arm noises

i’m marvel fan, of course i think Loki is funny

i’m marvel fan, of course i think Sweet Dreams is Pietro coded

i’m marvel fan, of course i want to hug broken characters

i’m marvel fan, of course “since uh☝️ when”

i’m marvel fan, of course i hate how they build characters’ power differences

i’m marvel fan, of course i’ll defend cherik canon my whole life

i’m marvel fan, of course i love how Steve starts a civil war against his teammates for a dude that try to kill him

i’m marvel fan, of course most of the times i disagree with Charles

i’m marvel fan, of course i would say thanks if my fav characters walk on me

i’m marvel fan, of course “i’m a god you dull creature–”

i’m marvel fan, of course i think Zemo’s coat is ridicule but i like it anyway

i’m marvel fan, of course i contain myself to not make a marvel ref every minute

i’m marvel fan, of course know what snirk and bamf means

i’m marvel fan, of course i know mission report : december 16 1991

i’m marvel fan, of course Magneto was right

i’m marvel fan, of course i wish deleted scenes were kept

i’m marvel fan, of course i watched every bts

i’m marvel fan, of course i have child eyes when i see marvel merch even if it’s a toothpaste

i’m marvel fan, of course i think Tony is babygirl

i’m marvel fan, of course when i see a MCU actress/actor i’m like “eh i know you”

i’m marvel fan, of course i love both Sam!captain and Steve!captain but hate John Walker

i’m marvel fan, of course i hate MCU choices sometimes

i’m marvel fan, of course x-men is queer friendly

i’m marvel fan, of course i know every character’s voices just in case

i’m marvel fan, of course i don’t want to live in New York

i’m marvel fan, of course my comfort characters and movies are not comforting

[jeffrrandell]

Explanation for the connection I made lol 👇

I'm gonna at least slightly explain Tord and Gravy being roommates. I'm not going to lie to you guys, this was a joke made because when my friends and I were watching "Technical Foul" from 8 Crazy Nights we were like "that's like if Tord crashed at Gravys house tbh" and then it turned into "Tord somehow becomes Gravys roommate after he leaves Edds house, for like maybe 2-3 years. And it's almost like a Disney movie. Tords just happy he has a place to stay, and he knows Gravy is just soooooo nice but man is he annoying. So he's not mean to him, he just is autistic and only ever likes Edd anyway basically. But he warms up to em. Gravy works a ton of jobs, and Tord cleans up around the house. And an odd but actually important detail is Gravy smokes weed (because of all of these jobs), and Tord took interest in that. Getting high together kinda made it easier for his nerves to be calmed down, and it made it easier for him to realize "oh Gravy is just a guy". Of course afterwards, Gravy turns back to jumpy goofy Gravy, but Tord learned to appreciate the energy. Tord and Blonzie were already slight acquaintances, actually before Tord met Gravy. Somehow for whatever reason Tord ends up at the auto shop he works at, probably asked about a pile of spare parts that looked like junk and Blonzie said "take em". So they had that for a while. They're mechanically intelligent together. Plus Tord finds his stunts REALLY cool, as he loves destruction too. He'd love to invent little things for him to try out. They also both have "I'm gonna be silent now" autism. Anyway, he never in his life expected for Gravy to be like "meet my boyfriend" and "oh whataya know, it's the guy that calls me Tiny and gives me spare parts". Not sure if it makes sense for Tord to still be living with Gravy when he gets with Blonzie or not, but either way they'd make a really weird fun trio. Gravy definitely opened up Tords weird side for him. Because Tord is just so closeted around everyone, even Edd didn't know a few secrets about him (for probably crush related reasons, intimidation.) But with Gravy, it sorta didn't matter to him what he told him. He'd listen, and I mean it's sad but. Gravys a huge loser who's pushed around EVERYDAY, and for a bit Tords view on that was "well he has it worse than I do so he can't judge me"

But yeah, they're friends lol

In a WTFuture timeline, this was also a joke that turned out to be something that we all kinda liked. I believe in Tord clone theory btw! Basically one day, Not Tord shows up to Gravys house one day. Reminder that if this is a bad timeline, Blonzie is dead sorry. But yeah Gravy notices something is off about him. Very off. Like, somehow this Tord knows Gravy would call him "buddy" buuut.. Tord never called HIM "buddy". Blah blah blah somehow Gravy is in the Red Army. And I don't mean as a soldier, the last thing Tord wants is for him to die actually. As in any timeline, Gravy will work a million jobs. And that's exactly what he does. I'm talking coffee runs and goofy shit like that. Because to me, yeah Red Leader is "WOAAHH crazy leader man scary he's taking over the world" but it's EDDSWORLD, so he's also "aw man. My helmet stinky" "play just dance with me I'm bored" like y'know. Before this concept, I was like "yup. Gravy is the first to die in this timeline" and then it turned into "Tord wants to keep him alive because he'd be dead bored without him"

And I'm serious it's gets so goofy. To a point where THIS Tord also opens up to Gravy, crying about Edd and being like "I'LL JUST GET RID OF ALL THE COKE IN THE WORLD I CANT LOOK AT IT ANYMORE!!" and then he's like "😲💡" and then Gravy talks about his feelings too.

Potentially as well, since Gravy is trained in medical, he could also technically take care of wounded soldiers and almost act as a doctor but ONLY back at headquarters, he's not allowed to go anywhere he'd be in danger. Anyways. Yup. My sick and twisted mind.

[loganbcrnes]

Blooming Embarrassment

Logan Howlett x fem!reader x Victor Creed

no warnings. just fluff

The Xavier Institute was a place of peace and healing, or at least that’s what everyone kept telling you. The walls were sturdy, the beds comfortable, the food edible—most of the time. It was supposed to be a refuge for mutants like yourself, a safe haven after the nightmare endured at the hands of an anti-mutant organization. Yet, for all the safety it promised, it had presented an entirely new problem: Victor Creed and Logan Howlett. It wasn’t fair for two men to look that good. Victor was tall, broad, with a sharp grin that promised nothing but trouble. Logan, the same height, carried the same raw presence. The way they moved, all lethal confidence, had your heart beating wildly every time you caught sight of them. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the only thing happening. Flowers. From your feet. Your powers were mostly useful—controlling animals, growing plants—but when flustered, they took on a life of their own. The moment nervousness, shyness, or embarrassment struck, flowers sprouted beneath you like a fairytale curse. Which was why speaking to either of them had been successfully avoided. Until today.

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Heading to the kitchen for a late-night snack, you see him. Victor Creed, standing in the hallway, arms crossed, watching your approach with something that resembled mild interest. Shit. Turning back would make it obvious you were avoiding him. Instead, you take a deep breath and keep walking. Maybe if you just keep your head down— “Hey.” Oh no. Glancing up, you meet his amused golden eyes. “Uh. Hi.” Victor tilts his head, examining you like a puzzle he’s trying to solve. “You’re new.” “Been here a while,” you mumble. “Just… quiet.” “That so?” He takes a lazy step toward you, predatory by nature, even when he isn’t trying to be. “Figured you were a ghost or somethin’. Always see ya walkin’ by, but never hear a peep.” The size difference feels overwhelming. “I just… keep to myself.” He smirks, about to say something else—when it happens. Flowers. Right at your feet. Bright pink peonies bloom in an instant, curling around your ankles, vibrant against the dull hallway floor. Victor’s smirk falters as he glances down, then back up at your face. “What the hell?” “Nothing!” you squeak, before promptly turning and fleeing in the opposite direction.

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An afternoon in the mansion’s living room should be relaxing. Ororo sits beside you on the couch, flipping through a book, while Kurt lounges in a chair across from you, happily munching on a chocolate bar. The quiet hum of conversation fills the air, a rare moment of peace in a house full of chaos. It’s nice. Comfortable. Then Logan walks in. You don’t notice at first, but Ororo does. She glances up from her book, a smirk tugging at her lips. “Here comes trouble.” Kurt chuckles, following her gaze. “Ah, ja. Our dear friend is about to have a moment.” You frown, confused, until a familiar voice speaks up. “Didn’t expect to find ya here, sweetheart.” Your stomach flips. Logan strides in, casual as ever, a towel draped over his shoulders from what was likely an intense training session. He smells faintly of sweat and soap, his damp hair curling slightly at the ends. The sight alone is enough to make your face burn. Stay calm. Stay calm. Stay— Flowers. Dainty white lilies and tiny purple violets burst from the floor beneath you, creeping around your ankles like they were always meant to be there. Logan pauses mid-step, eyebrows raising. His lips twitch, eyes darting from the flowers to your mortified expression. “Huh.” Ororo elegantly places a bookmark in her novel, watching with open amusement. “Fascinating.” Kurt barely suppresses a laugh. “A most unique reaction.” You want the earth to swallow you whole. Logan takes a slow step forward, deliberately closing the distance. “So, what kinda flowers ya think I’ll get if I—” He reaches out, nudging your chin up with a single finger. Sunflowers. Bright, golden, utterly betraying you. Kurt actually snorts. Ororo hides her grin behind her hand. “Oh, this is delightful.” Logan chuckles, stepping back. “Gotta say, darlin’, you’re makin’ this real fun for me.” You bury your face in your hands. “I hate this.” “No, you don’t,” Ororo teases. You do. (You really don’t.)

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A few days later, Victor approaches with a mischievous glint in his eye. “Got somethin’ for ya,” he drawls, holding out a bouquet of wildflowers. The gesture alone is shocking enough to leave you speechless. “Figured if you’re gonna be sprouting these things, might as well bring my own.” You stare at the flowers, then at him. “You’re messing with me.” “Always.” He grins. “But I do wanna take ya out. Walk in the woods, just us. What do ya say?” Despite yourself, warmth spreads through your chest. “Fine.” The next evening, you walk together through the dense forest, the cool evening breeze rustling the leaves. Victor is surprisingly quiet at first, the usual smugness replaced by something more contemplative. Occasionally, his arm brushes against yours, and every time it does, your heartbeat picks up. You brought carrots for the deer, and when a small herd appears in the clearing, you both watch them with quiet appreciation. Victor chuckles as one nudges your hand for more food. “They like you.” “They’re animals,” you point out. “Of course they do.” He watches you carefully, something unreadable in his gaze. Then, his smirk returns. “Bet if I tried real hard, I could make ya bloom right now.” You scoff. “Not happening.” “Oh yeah?” He steps closer, his voice dropping an octave. “What if I—” “You wouldn’t.” “I would.” You jab him lightly in the ribs, laughing—until you suddenly find yourself pinned against a tree, Victor’s large hands gripping your wrists. His sharp grin fades just a little, his gaze darkening as he studies your face. “Y’know, you really are somethin’ else.” The teasing drops away for just a moment, leaving something more raw, more real. You barely have time to react before he crashes his lips against yours, rough and consuming. His grip tightens, the heat of his body pressing against yours, overwhelming in the best way. Your breath hitches, and just as expected—flowers bloom wildly at your feet, spiraling up the bark of the tree behind you. Wild roses, soft petals brushing against your ankles, betraying every emotion swirling inside you. Victor pulls back just enough to see the display, then smirks against your lips. “Knew it.”

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Logan’s low growl echoed across the room as he leaned against the door frame, arms crossed, a smug grin plastered across his face. “So, you’ve been avoiding me. What’s the deal, sweetheart? You’ve been making flowers grow like it’s your job every time we talk.” You shifted uncomfortably, your cheeks blazing with heat, and, as always, you felt the telltale tingling in your feet. Sure enough, delicate white blossoms began to bloom at the edges of your shoes. You swore you could hear him chuckle under his breath. “I—I’m not avoiding you,” you stammered, trying to hide your embarrassment. "It just happens." “Oh, I know. You’re trying to keep your cool, huh?” Logan’s voice dropped a little, teasing. “But these flowers sure are a giveaway.” Your feet were now covered in a carpet of white petals, the bright flowers seeming to mock your every move. You wanted to disappear, but at the same time, you couldn’t help but feel drawn to his attention. “You know, I think I’d like to see what happens if we keep talking,” Logan continued, stepping closer, his eyes twinkling with mischief. He leaned down slightly, taking in the sight of your feet, the flowers blossoming like a spring garden in full bloom. “I’m warning you,” you mumbled, but you couldn’t help the small smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. The situation was too ridiculous, and yet, Logan’s presence was somehow reassuring. “If you keep teasing me, you’re going to be covered in flowers too.” Logan raised an eyebrow, his lips curling upward. “You think I’m scared of a few flowers, sweetheart? I’ve fought in wars, but nothing scares me more than a shy, flustered woman with flowers growing at her feet.” You rolled your eyes, trying not to let the heat creep up to your ears, but it was useless. The teasing was working, and you were getting more and more embarrassed by the second. “Fine,” Logan said suddenly, reaching behind him and pulling out a small bouquet of vibrant, wildflowers. “I figured I’d bring you some of your own kind.” He grinned like a cat who had just caught a mouse. You stared at him, wide-eyed. “You—brought me flowers?” “Yeah, figured it might get me some points,” he replied, his teasing tone softening just enough to show he was being sincere. “I might have teased you about these flowers, but I kind of like the way you make them grow.” He handed you the bouquet, his fingers brushing yours as he did, sending a spark of warmth through your chest. You took the flowers, your heart pounding, and glanced at Logan. “You’re really persistent, huh?” “I am,” he agreed with a wink. “But I like the challenge.” His smile widened as he stepped a little closer, his presence intoxicating. “So, how about we get away from this garden of yours and go grab dinner? Maybe you can show me what happens when we’re not standing around all awkward.” Your breath caught, and you almost wanted to say no, but the way his eyes were fixed on you made it impossible. “Are you asking me out?” He chuckled, low and rich, the sound rumbling through his chest. “Wouldn’t be much of a date if I didn’t.” “I don’t know, Logan…” You feigned hesitation, despite the butterflies swirling in your stomach. “I might get nervous again. And you might have to put up with more flowers.” “Then I’ll make sure we’re sitting somewhere with plenty of room for your garden to grow,” Logan teased back, his voice turning softer as his hand brushed against your cheek. “Just say yes, and I promise we’ll make it worth your while.” With a deep breath, you smiled, the air between you both thick with anticipation. “Alright, fine. Dinner sounds good.” Logan’s grin widened, and as he leaned in closer, you felt your heart race.