#PLSS SHE’S ALWAYS ROLLING HER EYES

[forcefielde]

sue being eternally moody is … me

[cheonstapes]

omg plss do a miguel x bimbo reader im in love <3

miguel o'hara stars in... 'HANDY MIGGY'

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a/n ~ I. LOVE. BIMBOS!!!! thank you for the request sweetie, love you💗 miguel would deffo love a cute little bimbo, i just know it

summary; you don't know how to change your tyres. why would you? that's what your boyfriend's for!

pairing; miguel o'hara x bimbo!reader

wc; 1.4k+

cw; SMUT!!!!, breeding kink (can you tell i have a breeding kink), semi-public sex, fuckin on the car, reader speaks a bit of spanish, daddy kink, meanish!dom miguel, sub!reader, reader is a bit stupid, princess treatment!, reader is a bad bitch, overstimulation, squirting, orgasm control, teensy bit of aftercare, THEY'RE IN LOVE YOUR HONOR, nawt proofread - i cannot drive, yet.

surely you weren’t that dumb? were you?

standing there in the 40° heat - wedge sandals, short skirt with your thong riding high on your hips, sweat-sheened tits spilling our of your cute little crop top. a girl always has to look her best, even when she’s about to melt into a puddle from the sun. doing things that required you to use your brain wasn’t something you did often, that’s what your boyfriend’s for! 

to be fair, you were never big on cars. barely passing your drivers test, and your daddy getting you your first car shortly after - you didn’t really want to drive around everywhere yourself, the pink porsche taycan collecting dust in your garage, being a passenger princess is the lifestyle now. unfortunately for you, your boyfriend - even though he would collect all the stars in the sky for you if you asked - refuses to let you put that car to waste. so now you’re forced to resurrect the thing, cleaning it up a little bit - and…you have to change the tyre’s. 

you even forgot about the punctures, after you accidentally drove over a few spikes in the road coming out of the wrong exit - sometimes you question why you ever qualified for a license. all the tyres were severely fucked up, deflated so much they look like they melted into the floor. your daddy gave you a bunch of spares in case (he knew it would) it ever happened. they were just so heavy, though. you weren’t built for lugging around fucking tyres - but your boyfriend is!!

so you called him, in the middle of the day, knowing he’s probably busy doing his big man job or whatever - but you knew he would drop everything to come and help you, this is an emergency girl! to no one’s surprise, he got there within 15 minutes of you ending the call, speeding into your driveway as he jumps out of the car. sometimes, you forget how mouthwateringly sexy your boyfriend is. 

a tight black compression shirt, matching shorts that clung to his thick thighs - black rimmed sunglasses matching yours pushing his hair back. not to mention the little grimace on his face from stepping out in the heat. “what’s up, baby? you ok? need me to get anything for you?” aw, he was so worried. he’s gonna be so pissed when he finds out what you really need him for.

“hi papito, so glad you’re here.” let’s try to sweet talk him a little bit, maybe it won’t be so bad if you give him a little love - the one thing he can’t resist. you hold his face in your hands, pressing a glossy kiss on his puckered lips. his brows furrow slightly, big hands resting on your hips as he pulls you close him, a low moan escaping him as he pulls away. “good to see you too, angel.” he had an amused smirk on his face, lightly caressing your ass under your skirt. “now, tell me what you need help with.”

nodding, you shyly take his hand in yours and lead him to the garage. it was a mess, to say the least - tools scattered everywhere, tyres rolling around where they’re not supposed to be, something that looked like grease spilled on the floor. “the fuck were you tryna do here, babe?” you smiled sheepishly, looking down at the floor before looking back up at him with round eyes. 

“…’m tryna change my tyres.” 

he rolled his eyes, placing his hands on his hips as he stared at you - an unimpressed look on his face. “god, you’re really a-

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- dumb, fuckin’ slut, aren’t you?” the hood of your car was covered in a mix of your shared arousal, drool dripping out of your swollen lips down your chest. “only good for taking this fat cock, hm?”

hard nipples rubbing against your windshield, body jolting violently as your boyfriend abused his cock into your cunt. he was stretching you out so deliciously, his arms under your legs to keep you stable. “m-miggy, mm- fuuuuck, ‘s too much!” he really didn’t care, not when you looked so pretty under him. secretly, he loved how much you would rely on him - seeing that look on your face when you’d ask him for help, shit if it didn’t make him so fucking hard. but, god did he love to punish you for it. 

“too much for your stupid, little brain, baby? y’re so cute, you know that?” nodding dumbly, you grind your hips back onto his, flipping up your skirt to slam your ass onto his pelvis so he can watch the cheeks ripple. miguel let out a low growl, slamming a hand down by your head so he can lean against your back, the other gripping your hip. “just wanna fuck you ‘till you’re nothin’ but a senseless breeding bitch f’r me.” his breathing was heavy against your ear, sharp teeth nicking at the sensitive skin. 

“you’d like that, wouldn’t you muñeca? quieres que te llene de mi semen. esta linda barriga toda pesada con mis bebés. wouldn’t let you raise a finger again, ‘m gonna do everything f’r you - since you’re too fuckin’ dumb to do it yourself, gorgeous.” he had such a mouth on him, didn’t he. that didn’t sound too bad, being a stay at home mum. as long as you don’t have to do anything, then you’d happily stay plugged up with his cum all the time.

his balls were heavy, smacking against your stiff clit as he worked your hips back on him. the sensations were overwhelming. every ounce of your body was feeling the pleasure, the reflection of his strained face through the windshield making you clench tightly around him. he hissed, smacking your cunt before gripping your neck and holding you against his hard chest. “stop fuckin’ clenching. if there’s anything that small brain of yours should comprehend, it’s don’t cum till i tell you to.” 

“papitooo- please, i need’ta cum - i can feel it, baby!” you, poor, poor thing. too bad he doesn’t give a fuck. he pounded into you even harder, blunt head bullying your cervix. he quickly flipped you around, pressing your back onto the car as he gripped your hips, grinding slowly into you. “hold it.”

angling his hips just right, he drove his fat cock deeper into you, coarse hairs tickling your clit. his fingers trailed up your body, ripping your shirt as he flicked your nipples, spitting on your chest to get them nice and wet. “y’re so pretty, mm, my pretty baby.” his balls tightened, cock twitching hard inside of you as his tip drooled all over your walls.

“gonna cum in your tight, fuckin’ cunt, babe - rub your clit f’r me, or is that too hard for you?” he was so cruel but so sweet. sadistically watching your shaky fingers work your aching clit as his pelvis slammed into you. “goood girl. squirt f’r me, muñeca.” he gazed deep into your eyes, big hands caressing your cheek. 

it all gushed out at once, a heavy stream jetting out of your and coating his chest as he let out a deep chuckles, plugging you up with his girth. he fucked you through it, pinching at your throbbing bud as you shook in his hold. “w-wait, miggy, ‘m too sensitive!” he grabbed your wrists, pinning them to the car. he let out a low snarl, covering you completely as he rammed deep inside. “quiet. keep that pretty mouth shut.” he didn’t realise how much that would set him off, his orgasm coming before he could even process it.

his whole body tensed up, ass clenching, fingers bruising your hips, hips jutting in and out of you - filling you to the brim with his cum. he was breathing sluggishly, pulling your hips down towards him to keep all his seed inside. “you…you did so good, baby. i love you, yeah? so much.” he whispered, leaning down to kiss your face affectionately. “i love you too, papito.”

you stayed there for a few minutes, wrapped up in each other as you found each others lips, making out smoothly on the car. you pulled a way, placing a hand on his chest - staring at the new tyres that he fixed on for you. “migs?” he nodded, kissing and biting your neck.

“how do i change the oil?”

-quieres que te llene de mi semen. esta linda barriga toda pesada con mis bebés - you want to be filled with my cum. this cute tummy all heavy with my babies.

-muñeca - doll

-papito - daddy

-i wanna be a bimbo doll!

[dilfl0v3rss]

love you better

summary: connie’s gotten sick of watching you hold back from getting full happiness, so he handled it.

(i do not speak spanish, but i’m trying my best. plss don’t kill me yall)

cw: cheating, readers dad is a deadbeat…

word count: 1.3k

(ay coño/oh fuck. el muchacho es un jablador/the boy is a liar. mamagüevo/cock-sucker. no me estés divariando, respóndeme la pregunta/stop talking gibberish, answer the question)

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“ay coño. you keep ridin my dick like that and ima have t’marry you ‘kay?” connie moaned, heavy hand repeatedly squeezing and slapping your ass as you continued to ride him in reverse. your hands wrapped firmly around his ankles as you worked your body in ways he loved. on late nights like this one it was normal for the two of you to smoke each other out and make each other feel good, letting the good vibes of the day carry on into the night.

“m’cummin again pa” you quietly breathed out as you began to bounce your ass harder, tattood hands spreading you open to get a better view of the sin being committed by the two of you. “give it t’me mama. let papi have it” connie groaned before throwing his head back in the pillows. the way your ass moved on his dick was heavenly as your walls continued to get wetter and wetter around him. there was nothing that could possibly make this moment any more perfect.

*ring ring* the sound of your phone snatched him out of his bliss, making a mean mug appear before he snatched it from its spot next to him. “j-jus leave it da fuck m’so close” you continued your ministrations, oblivious to the evil grin the man behind you adorned as he looked at your phone. notification after notification from your ridiculously toxic boyfriend. connies been telling you to leave him, but there was always an excuse. “he was all i had at one point” “my family loves him and ion wanna upset them” “he said she was just his best friend”. you always had an excuse for this dickheads actions, letting him slide for shit like forgetting your anniversary all the way to blatantly cheating on you with his “girl best friend” which made him want to beat his ass.

you felt that you were no better, given your situation, so you chose to just stay and bare with it to keep up this stupid appearance for your family. your mom used to be with a man like connie and look where it got her. raising you as a single mother, trying her hardest to keep you far away from men like your father so you didn’t end up just like her. when you first brought your boyfriend home she was so happy, as were the rest of your family. you knew connie was different though. he gave you a happiness your boyfriend could never bring you. catering not only to your body, but your heart and soul as well. he was who you knew you should be with in the end, but your family would never accept him because of his lifestyle.

you were terrified about how your family would look at you if they found out you’ve switched out being with the golden, grade a student to fornicate with the big bad “thug” from the other side of town. “el muchacho es un jablador, mami. he don’t deserve you.” connie said before grabbing a blunt from the bedside table, putting fire to it as it sat between his pretty lips. “you know how my family is. they not..fuck..not fond of men like y-you” he rolled his eyes, giving you a rough snap of his hips to make you lose your balance.

a pretty cry flew from your lips, hands squeezing around his ankles while making a sly smirk appear on his face. “men like me huh?” he mimicked you. before he could add on to it, he was interrupted by your phone ringing again. ‘must be a sign to handle this shit once and for all’ connie thought before quietly picking it up and laying it down on the bed next to him. you were of course oblivious to this as you let him maneuver you into the backshot position. he grabbed the phone with one hand, placing it at his ear while he pushed your back down with his other hand. “m’not helping you ma, throw that shit back and work for this nut.” you quickly listened to his demand while he continued on the phone. “yo?….yea she here man. lil busy tho but she present” a chuckle rumbled from his chest as he listened to your frustrated boyfriend on the other line. “don’t worry about why i got her phone mamagüevo. just be glad she safe and feeling good”

you were so busy fucking your self on his dick that you didn’t even recognize that he was talking to your boyfriend on the phone. pretty whines falling from your lips as you continued to move your ass back and forth on his long dick. you reached back for connie and all he did was laugh at your weak attempt, pushing your back down to deepen your arch. all of your moans flew loose in the comfort of his room. “please help j-jus a little bit. like when you hit my spot daddy” you clenched around him, continuing to move your hips just how he likes so he could fold. connie could never get enough of you. and he knew you were just as in love and crazy for him. he’ll be damned if he had to spend another night listening to you cry and blame yourself for the actions of a bitch like your “boyfriend”.

connie moved the phone towards your mouth. this was the end of your suffering. “yea? like when papi fuck you like this?” his hips began to move, dick touching you in a sweetest places while he smiled. listening to your pretty moans. “aauughh yesss jus like that papi shittt” your wetness began to spread all over him, strings of your previous releases connecting the two of you with wet squelches. “uhh huh. let em hear you ma” let who here what? your brain finally starting working properly after you heard yelling coming from somewhere.

“you not furreal…you cheating on me bro?!” you whipped your head around in horror. connie just continued to fuck you with a proud look on his face. feeding you deep strokes as he held the phone in front of your face. “i-i..” he rolled his eyes before snapping his hips into you harder. your scream was pornographic as you began to forget all about your boyfriend on the phone. “ughh ‘i-i’….no me estés divariando, respóndeme la pregunta, mami.”

his heavy hand landed on your ass, bringing you back to reality before you continued with your previously forgotten sentence. “ion think t-this gon work out shittt” you spoke as normal as you could, but it wasn’t normal enough. you could basically feel the anger coming from your phone as your now ex boyfriend threw curses and insults your way. “you dirty bitch. you think your family gon be proud after they find out you gave up being wit me for some thug’s dick?” while he spoke connie kissed up your back, stopping at your neck before whispering dirty words to you.

“you like this ‘thug’ dick don’t you girl? like when daddy makes you feel good and gives you what you want?” he deepened his strokes, laying one hand flat on the bed next to you while his other continued to hold the phone speaker towards your ear. “i-i love him and my family gon have to…fuckk… have to accept it or they gon end up jus l-like you, cut off.” your words surprised connie, making his dick even harder before kissing and sucking behind your ear and neck. “y-you need me…i was all you had, remember? you fatherless, selfish slut” he mumbled the last sentence, but connie still heard him. he was trying his hardest to hurt you with his words, but there’s no way in hell connie was letting that happen. chuckling while moving the phone from your face before taking it off speaker and holding it to his ear.

“i’m her daddy now bitch”

[softspiderling]

i’ll call you mine

summary:

“Sorry, what were you saying?”

“I think you’d really like my friend Jaycee.”

Jaycee. Cregan imagined a blonde, not much different from his cousine. The girls in her sorority looked like a dime a dozen. He couldn’t say he was particularly enticed.

“I’m not really looking to date right now, Sar,” Cregan hedged and Sara only groaned.

“Oh come on, Cregan, I really think you should-“

Cregan didn’t really hear the rest of Sara’s words, because Jace walked into the lecture hall, his eyes scanning the seats before stopping on Cregan, giving him a small wave. Cregan lifted his hand to call him over, before shoving his bag off the seat.

“Hey Sara, I gotta go, class is starting.”

OR; Cregan has a crush on this guy in his class, and his cousin wants to set him up with one of her sorority friends. Also, he’s still kind of in the closet. Good times.

pairing: jacaerys velaryon x cregan stark, modern au!

warnings: slight ooc, comes with modern aus, imho

word count: 2,1k

author's note: the jacegan/haylor 2.0 brain rot is real. this idea came to me literally this afternoon and i just wrote it down lmfao. hope you like it <3 plss pls pls leave some kind words/reblogs! this is for jacegan nation <3

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Cregan had always known he was into guys ever since he was younger. Whenever he was hanging out with his friends, they moaned and talked about Rhaenys, the singer of the The Conquerors, and occasionally about about the drummer Visenya. Cregan tried to chime in as much as possible; they were pretty. He was just impartial to Aegon, the lead guitarist. If Cregan ever chose to tell his friends he was into guys, he didn’t think they’d judge him, they had seemed fairly unbothered when one of their teachers had turned out to be gay.

But Cregan had never felt the need to tell anyone he was into his guys; after his first two girlfriends everyone had assumed he was straight and Cregan never corrected them. While he did have an occasional crush at a player from the opposing team or a frequent customer at the coffee shop he used to study at, it was never something he found worth pursuing.

That changed, however when Cregan got into university. Every other guy was insanely hot and made him question if he ever was into girls in the first place. One especially, Jace, from his Gender Politics class, had Cregan sweating every Wednesday morning, with his lean arms, his brown curls and the freckles on his nose.

“Hello? Are you even listening to me?”

Cregan frowned, pressing his phone harder against his ear. His cousin, Sara, had been chatting about her sorority for the past fifteen minutes and he had clinked out about the second time she said “so rad.”

“Sorry, what were you saying?”

“I think you’d really like my friend Jaycee.”

Jaycee. Cregan imagined a blonde, not much different from his cousine. The girls in her sorority looked like a dime a dozen. He couldn’t say he was particularly enticed.

“I’m not really looking to date right now, Sar,” Cregan hedged and Sara only groaned.

“Oh come on, Cregan, I really think you should-“

Cregan didn’t really hear the rest of Sara’s words, because Jace walked into the lecture hall, his eyes scanning the seats before stopping on Cregan, giving him a small wave. Cregan lifted his hand to call him over, before shoving his bag off the seat.

“Hey Sara, I gotta go, class is starting,” Cregan said, effectively cutting her off. She only sighed and he could basically see her rolling her eyes at him.

“Fine. But you’re not getting out of this so easily.”

He knew he wasnt.

“Bye Sar,” Cregan said, ending the call just in time to see Jace scoot into his seat. He looked great, as usual. The sunglasses on his head pushed his curls back slightly, his button up open over his white tank top.

“Hey, who were you talking to?”

“Just my cousin,” Cregan said, sliding his phone into his pocket. “You look good.”

“Thanks!” Jace said, beaming at him. “Have you done today’s reading?”

Cregan nodded, pulling a face as he opened his Macbook.

“Yeah and it was awful.”

The lecture passed quickly, just like it always did when Jace was there. Cregan wasn’t sure what it was about the other guy, but they just instantly clicked the first time they talked. It just felt like they were supposed to know each other. When the professor ended the lecture, Cregan and Jace both packed their stuff. Cregan always looked forward to Gender Politics, not necessarily because it was an interesting lecture, but because it was the only class he had with Jace. He hadn’t been bold enough yet to ask him to hang out privately.

“Alright, I’ll see you next week, right?” Jace asked, shouldering his backpack.

Cregan nodded, giving Jace a grin as the brunet turned to leave. To Cregan’s surprise, he stopped, looking back at Cregan.

“Hey, I don’t really know if it’s your thing or not,” Jace started, making Cregan hold his breath. “But there’s a party tonight at Alpha Phi. Do you maybe want to go? With me, that is?”

Surprised, Cregan was stunned for a second before he nodded, an easy grin on his face.

“Yeah, sure. Sounds like it could be fun.”

“Cool,” Jace said, pulling his phone out of his pocket, handing it to Cregan. “Put your number in, I’ll text you the details.”

Gingerly, Cregan typed in his number, making sure it was correct, before handing it back to Jace.

“Cool,” he repeated, his cheeks pink. “Um, I’ll see you tonight then.”

Cregan nodded and Jace saluted at him, turning to leave.

“Don’t keep me waiting, Stark!” he called over his shoulder.

The frat house was packed when Cregan arrived a little after ten later that night. This was a bit out of his comfort zone. While he liked to go out every once and then, frat parties weren’t really his thing. He only went once, during his intro week, and Sara had promptly danced on the tables in her bra. He was mortified.

He had been contemplated asking Sara to come, so he wouldn’t be by himself, but inviting Sara meant questions. Why are you going to a frat party? Who’s Jace? How come you never come to frat parties when I ask you to come?

Cregan really didn’t want to deal with any of those questions. So he sucked it up and went by himself. Squeezing past the people at the front door, Cregan immediately smelt cheap alcohol, sweat and beer. He just hoped he’d find Jace soon. With some difficulty, Cregan shouldered into the living room, looking to find a familiar head of curly hair, when he finally spotted Jace by the backyard door. Though he wasn’t by himself.

A prettt dark skinned girl was pressed into his side as she talked, her blonde hair curling around Jace’s shoulder. Cregan couldn’t help but feel a surge of jealousy. Jace had asked him to go to the party, why was he cozying it up with someone else?

When Cregan saw the girl lean in even closer to whisper in Jace’s ear, making him bowel over in laughter, he couldn’t help but feel a pit of disappointment in his stomach.

He should’ve known.

With a small groan, Cregan rubbed his eye, turning on his heel to leave, bumping into several people, but he ignored their exclaims. Of course a guy like Jace was straight. He had probably asked Cregan to come to be his wingman or whatever. Resigned, he took his phone out, texting his cousin.

Cregan: you can go ahead and set up the date with your friend

sara: omg!!! finally!!! i promise you guys at eso perfect for each other

He felt bad for letting Sara set up the date, but honestly, maybe her friend was cute and could help him get over this crush on Jace.

“If I had known that you were in such a bad mood, I would have set the date for another day.”

It was close to noon the next day, and Cregan was staring daggers into the foam of his coffee. It was just his luck that Sara had managed to set the date right for the next day, and she hadn’t even given him a chance to back out again. He was still in a foul mood. After he had left the party last night, Jace had been texting him a handful of times. He hadn’t really made up an excuse to text him back yet.

Jace: hey, got a beer waiting for you. when are you gonna be here?

Jace: ?

Jace: not cool, dude

Cregan still didn’t know how he was supposed to see Jace in class for the rest of the term. He considered just dropping the class, maybe retaking it some other time. He leaned back in his seat, as Sara checked the time again.

“Your friend’s not really big on punctuality, is she?” Cregan asked and Sara gave him a look.

“Jaycee’s not-“ She broke up, her eyes widening in recognition. “Nevermind. Finally.”

Cregan craned his head to look at the entrance, hoping to get a look at Jaycee before he had to talk to herc but there was no girl to be seen. Only Jace.

Wait.

Cregan nearly choked on his own spit when Jace walk into the cafe, raising his hand to wave at Sara as he approached their table.

“That’s your friend Jaycee?” he hissed, his eyes wide.

“Oh yeah, good thing you’re bringing it up,” Sara said, distracted, as she waved Jace over. “Don’t tell him I’m calling him that, he hates it.”

Jaycee.

Jacey.

Jace.

Holy fuck. He had it all wrong.

“You were setting me up with a guy?” Cregan asked incredulously and Sara only turned her head, giving him a look.

“Cregan, I’ve known you were into guys since like 10th grade, how dense do you think I am?”

Cregan gaped at her and she glanced over to Jace, before she looked back to him.

“Close your mouth and don’t embarrass me in front of him,” she muttered under her breath, before she stood up, raising her voice. “Hey Jace.”

“Hey Sara,” Jace said, giving her a quick hug, pushing his sun glasses up.

“Jace, this is my cousin Cregan,” Sara said, turning back to introduce him. Cregan barely had time to close his mouth, before Jace looked at him, his eyebrow raising.

“Cregan, hey.”

“Hey,” Cregan replied, his cheeks growing hot. Sara glanced between them, her eyes suspicious.

“You guys know each other?“

“We have Gender Politics together.” - “Your cousin stood me up last night.”

“What?” Cregan asked, confused. Jace only looked back at him, like he was daring him to prove him wrong.

“Uh, I think I’ll let you guys talk…” Sara said slowly, giving them one last look before she went left. Cregan glared daggers at his cousin’s back, before he looked at Jace, who seemed to be amused, more than anything else.

“I didn’t stand you up last night,” Cregan started; he didn’t like being called flaky. He would never stand someone up, much less Jace.

“I asked you to go to a party with me and you didn’t show up without even giving me a heads up,” Jace pointed out. “I’d call that standing me up.”

“I was there,” Cregan replied, frowning. “There was this girl all over you when I arrived, I didn’t want to interrupt.”

Jace frowned at him, his lips pursed before it dawned on him. “Oh, you must be talking about Baela.”

Cregan raised his brows at him.

“Baela, my cousin,” Jace clarified and Cregan felt all sorts of embarrassment run down his back.

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh.”

Cregan leaned back in his seat, dumbfounded. “So you were asking me on a date?”

Jace stared at him. “Was it not obvious?”

“I don’t really tend to go to parties on a first date,” Cregan pointed out and Jace winced.

“Okay, fair enough. But I wasn’t sure if you were into guys or not, and I figured a party was a safe bet in case you weren’t.”

Cregan grunted, seeing the logic in Jace’s plan. “Well, I am into guys,” Cregan said, even if it felt a little weird to say it out loud. Jace lifted his head, a smile growing on his face.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Cregan replied, pausing. “I’m also into you.”

Jace flushed, nodding, shifting on his feet. “Cool…. Me too.”

They just stared at each other for a few seconds before a loud groan came up behind them.

“For the love of god, just sit down, Jace!”

Sara maneuvered Jace into the booth, pushing him next to Cregan and more or less slammed another coffee in front of them.

“Just to be clear, this was my doing. I accept thanks in cash and venmo.”

“Get out of here, Sara,” Cregan snapped half heartedly as Jace only snickered into his coffee. Sara lovingly flipped him off, flicking her hair to the side before she exited the cafe.

“So Sara is your cousin?”

“Let’s not talk about Sara,” Cregan said, scooting closer to Jace, dipping his head, leaving him enough time to pull away if he wanted. “I’d much rather talk about us.”

“I’d much rather not talk at all,” Jace quipped, before he closed the last distance between their faces, putting his lips on Cregan’s in a soft kiss.

Cregan was fine with not talking for a while.

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author's note: YOOOOO so what are we thinking?

[soxcietyy]

helloooo !! i have a request 4 Yuta (if ur taking requests) can u do brat tamer yuta x reader plss?? <33

Reasons

"Hey keep it down will you? I’m not in a good mood and my head is pounding." Yuta says as he hold his head.

You were currently arguing with someone over the phone about something being misplaced. You’ve been at it for twenty minutes and it didn’t seem like it was ending anytime soon. He had told you to quiet down a few times by now but you managed to get louder each time.

"Fuck you, I know you took it! You always take my things because you won’t admit you wear makeup!" You sigh.

Yuta had just finished training and revived a heavy blow from Gojo not too long ago. That leaving him with the worst headache ever. He had to visit Shoko for a check up just for her to tell him to rest up.

"Do you know how expensive that was? Why you little piece of fucking shi-"

"Who in the world are you talking to like that with that mast mouth if yours." Yuta cuts in your sentence.

"Maki! She stole my concealer and won’t admit to it! Yuta tell her to give it back." You whine.

Yuta rolls his eyes and grabs the phone from you. He didn’t know whether he was spoiling you too much just because you were a year younger her that him.

"Hey Maki sorry about y/n. Yea I know you didn’t take it. Don’t worry I will scold her about that. Have a great night." Yuta hangs up and throws your phone on the bed.

He turns to look at you with his arms crossed. "Y/n you shouldn’t be talking to people older than you like that. We’ve talked about this."

"Your taking her side? What the fuck, you always do this. You always taker her side over mine! You obviously like her more than me because you’re always dick riding her. Like it’s not fair at all, if you’re not gonna get my shit back for me then get out of my face." You say angrily trying to push him out the door.

Obviously your attempts did nothing to him and he stood in the same spot.

"You’re really going to move on from disrespecting her to me? You really want to get it huh?" Yuta pulls you by the arm as he puts you over his lap.

"All you do is whine and whine. Crying over a stupid makeup product that I can always buy you again. I’ll give you a real reason to cry." Yuta says as he pulls your bottoms down.

At the end you were being held by him as if nothing had just happened. It’s just like he spanked you until you were begging him to stop by telling him sorry. He tries to make up look at him but your too mad to even see him.

"No more attitude okay? I only like girls who are nice and respectful."

[drewsbuzzcut]

Plss I am begging for you to write a little piece on them going on a family walk with wren around their neighborhood and how hot mat would look with the baby 🥹🥹

warnings: unedited

“Who’s my precious boy? Who’s mommy’s little baby?” You coo to Wren as you place him in the baby carrier that’s strapped to your husband’s chest.

As you’re putting him in, he scrunches his legs which makes both you and Mat smile at each other.

Just like your other children, Wren loves being outside. He loves feeling the sun and seeing new people. Since the weather is starting to warm up again, you decided to go for a walk.

“Are my men ready?” You ask, peeking at them from above your sunglasses.

Mat is already shirtless, his muscles perfectly flexing due to him holding your youngest.

“Yes ma’am,” Mat grins at you and leaves you breathless.

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“Wait! You two look so cute. I want a picture,” you grin and point your phone at them.

Wren is sporting a little bucket hat and a one tooth smile. Mat’s smile is similar except his full rows of teeth.

“How come you’re not in the picture?”

“Because I’m sweaty,” you say with an eye roll.

“So am I,” Mat responds.

“Yeah but you look effortlessly beautiful with the sweat lining your muscles. Plus your thighs are looking really good in your shorts, and you know I love these shorts,” you breathe out, fanning yourself from the heat that just washed over you.

“First of all, you’re still sexy as hell. Second of all, you can tear my shorts off later.” Mat smirks, paws at your ass and pulls you into his side for a kiss too deep for public.

You continue your walk for about a mile before more of your neighbors start their own trek on the very same path. You swear the women peek out their windows, searching for your husband. They always come out when they see Mat gleaming with sweat. It doesn’t help that he’s extra attractive with a giggling Wren strapped to him.

Sensing your annoyance, your husband intertwines his fingers with yours. He squeezes once and then kisses the back of your hand.

“Mathew! Is that you?” You hear one of your neighbors call out from behind you.

Begrudgingly, you both turn around and you’re forced to watch this lady act as if you aren’t there.

She makes small conversation with Mat, who answers curtly with a small smile as to not come off as rude.

“Oh my look at baby Wren. He’s so handsome,” the woman marvels, acting as if she just noticed you and your son.

“Yeah, just like my husband. They’re practically twins! Hell all our babies look just like their daddy,” You feign nonchalance as you lay your left hand on Wren’s back. You watch as her eyes track the two large diamonds on your finger.

You smirk triumphantly when her smile falters. When you adjust your stance, you make sure to lay that same hand on your husband’s large bicep.

“Y/n, I saw your recent magazine cover. Beautiful as always,” she compliments you stiffly.

“My girl, I’m so proud of her,” Mat sighs and presses his lips to your temple.

“If you want a copy, I might have some extras in the house,” you reply with a certain snark that makes a fire spark in Mat’s body. He loves when you get feisty.

“No thanks, but I wouldn’t mind a signed puck or hockey stick,” your neighbor retorts with a sly smirk.

“Mmm sorry. You have to actually go to a game to get those. Anyways, have a good afternoon,” you say and give her a wave before walking away.

“God, you’re so sexy. All these women want you, but they can’t have you. I love you so much. You’re such a good husband to me and the best daddy to our babies,” you whisper in his ear, grasping his jaw so you can take his lips in yours.

“I love you more, baby. So fucking much,” he mutters into your mouth.

The neighbors behind you stomp their feet and huff in jealousy, watching you walk away with the true love of your life. Someone who truly loves and worships you.

a/n: This is kind of lame, but I still hope you enjoy!

[kat-thepoet]

Veins of Violet

Logan Howlett x Fem!Reader

Part 7: I feel like I'm drowning

SMUT! MDNI.

A/N: This is my first time writing this type of stuff so plss be nice 😭

Previous Chapters ☞ HERE ☜

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"So he just walked off?" Vanessa asked, her brow furrowed in confusion.

"Yeah," I replied, frustration lacing my words. "I have no idea why... He hasn't spoken to me since Tuesday, and it's really pissing me off." I took a sip of my coffee, trying to calm my nerves.

It was our day off, so I decided to grab coffee with Wade and Vanessa. I invited Logan, but he didn't even say anything—just closed the door in my face.

Vanessa tried to suppress a laugh, a mischievous glint in her eye. "I think he likes you," she teased, unable to hide her smirk.

Wade snorted, rolling his eyes. "Likes her? Try obsessed with her," he quipped, leaning back in his chair. "Logan's got it bad, Peach. He's just too stubborn to admit it."

I frowned, not quite getting the joke. "What are you talking about? He's just being weird and distant. I don't see how that equals liking someone."

I glanced between Vanessa and Wade, genuinely confused as they exchanged knowing looks.

Vanessa shook her head, still smiling. "Oh, Violet, you're really not seeing it, are you? The guy is practically brooding every time you're around. Classic 'I'm falling for you, but I don't know how to handle it' behavior."

Wade leaned forward, grinning. "Yeah, seriously. It's like watching a rom-com where the hero has no clue he's head over heels. You're the only one who doesn't see it."

They both laughed, leaving me even more perplexed. I stared at them, still baffled. "You guys are ridiculous. Logan and I are just... I don't even know what we are right now, but it's definitely not that." I shook my head, feeling a mix of frustration and confusion. "He's just being moody, like always." 

Vanessa and Wade exchanged another amused glance, clearly not convinced by my denial.

Sensing the need for a change in topic, Wade leaned back and crossed his arms. "Speaking of something more exciting than Logan's brooding, my boss dug up a lead from that warehouse we took down." 

I perked up, grateful for the diversion. "Really? What did he find?"

Wade smirked. "Turns out, that place was more than just a hideout. They've been trafficking some high-tech weaponry. We're talking next-gen stuff."

Vanessa raised an eyebrow. "Any idea who the buyers are?"

Wade shrugged. "That's the juicy part we're still trying to figure out. But my boss thinks it's linked to that uptick in underground auctions we've been hearing about."

I sipped my coffee, mulling over the information. "Sounds like we're gonna have our hands full."

Wade grinned, leaning back in his chair. "Yeah, my boss is gonna text me the address tonight. There's another hidden warehouse, and we're supposed to go in and play 'find and shut down the bad guys' again."

Vanessa chuckled. "Sounds like another fun field trip."

I couldn't help but smile at Wade's casual tone. "Count me in. Let's make sure they don't slip through our fingers this time."

Wade winked. "Oh, they won't. We'll crash their little party before they even know what hit 'em."

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That night, Wade took it upon himself to let Logan know about the mission since Logan and I still weren't on speaking terms. I suited up like always, pulling my hair into a tight ponytail. I waited in the kitchen, listening for Logan to finally emerge from his room. When he did, he didn't even glance my way—it was like I didn't exist. 

I rolled my eyes at his attitude, trailing behind him as I closed the door behind us. We made our way to Wade's apartment in silence, the tension between us almost palpable. When we reached Wade's door, he swung it open with a wide grin. 

"Well, look who decided to join forces again," Wade said with exaggerated cheerfulness. "You two planning to give each other the silent treatment the whole mission, or is this just foreplay?"

Logan shot him a deadly glare. "Shut the fuck up, Wade." 

Wade chuckled, unfazed. "Ooh, touchy. Someone's clearly feeling the love tonight," he mocked, his eyes darting between the two of us.

I glanced at Logan, who was still glaring at Wade, and couldn't help but wonder if what Vanessa and Wade had told me earlier was actually true. Could his coldness really be hiding something else? Wade, never one to back down from teasing, smirked and added, "You know, all this tension could be solved with one good make-out session. Just saying."

Before I could react, Logan's fist flew faster than I could blink, landing squarely on Wade's jaw. Wade stumbled back, clutching his face in shock.

"Logan! What the hell is wrong with you?" I yelled, rushing forward to check on Wade, who was now rubbing his jaw with a laugh.

Logan didn't say a word, his face a mask of barely contained fury. "I'll wait outside," he muttered, turning on his heel and stalking out of the apartment.

I watched him go, my heart pounding, a mix of anger and confusion swirling inside me. Wade let out a low whistle, grinning, "Man, he's got it bad," he said, shaking his head. As Logan stormed out, I turned to Wade and smacked him on the shoulder. 

"Ow!" Wade exclaimed, but the exaggerated tone in his voice made it clear he was only pretending to feel pain. His grin widened as he rubbed his jaw, clearly unfazed by the punch. 

"Really, Violet? After Logan sucker-punched me, you're gonna pile on?"

I rolled my eyes. "You deserved it, and you know it."

Wade just laughed, the mock pain quickly forgotten. "Totally worth it, though. Did you see the look on his face? I've never seen him that riled up—priceless!"

I couldn't help but crack a small smile, though I was still annoyed. "You're impossible, Wade."He winked at me. "And that's why you love me."

We made our way outside to the waiting taxi, where Logan was already sitting in the front seat, staring straight ahead. Wade glanced at him and then back at me, a smirk forming on his face. 

"Damn," Wade whispered loud enough for only me to hear, "he must be really mad if he can't even sit next to you."

I shot him a look, both annoyed and concerned, but didn't say anything as I slid into the backseat. Wade followed, still grinning like he was enjoying every bit of the tension.

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Dopinder dropped us off a good distance from the warehouse, right behind a patch of overgrown bushes. The yard surrounding the building was wide open, so we'd have to be extra careful about making our approach. 

As we crouched behind the bushes, Wade surveyed the scene with a grin that told me he was already thinking up something dramatic. He turned to us, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Alright, team, listen up: We're all going in, taking out anyone who so much as looks at us funny. And trust me, it's going to be spectacular."

He pointed toward the warehouse with a flourish. "Once we've turned this place into our personal Marvel action movie set, we'll find the weapons. And you can bet I've got a few tricks up my sleeve to make sure we leave a lasting impression."

I raised an eyebrow. "Wade, we're supposed to keep this low-key, remember?"

Wade waved a hand dismissively. "Sure, sure, low-key—except for the part where we make everything go boom. You know, just to keep things interesting." He winked. "After we've secured the goods, I'll call my supervisor to come and pick up the pieces."

Logan just grunted, clearly resigned to whatever chaos Wade was about to unleash.

Wade's grin widened. "Alright, let's go give these fuckers the show of a lifetime. And hey, if we're lucky, there might even be some fireworks."

With that, we moved out from behind the bushes, Wade already plotting his next big explosion as we made our way toward the warehouse.  

The plan was going smoothly—almost too smoothly. We had taken down the guards outside with minimal noise, and the fighting inside the warehouse was in full swing. It was chaotic, with punches, kicks, and the occasional dramatic flair courtesy of Wade. But then, as I was taking on one of the last guards, a sharp pain shot through my arm.

I staggered back, gritting my teeth as I looked down to see blood seeping through my sleeve. I'd been hit.

Logan was at my side in an instant, his eyes wide with concern. "Violet, you're hit!"I shook him off, the pain making me wince. "I'm fine," I snapped, pushing myself to my feet. "It's just a scratch."

Without waiting for a response, I turned and threw myself back into the fight, ignoring the throbbing in my arm. Logan stood there for a second, stunned by my determination, before shaking his head and following me back into the fray.

After taking down another guard with a swift kick, I retreated to a quiet corner of the warehouse. The pain in my arm was throbbing, and I knew I needed to take care of it before it slowed me down any further. I found a moment of respite behind a stack of crates, out of sight from the chaos, and focused on my wound. 

Placing my hand over the injury, I closed my eyes and concentrated, feeling the familiar warmth of my healing powers flow through me. The pain began to fade as the tissue knitted back together, the bullet wound closing as if it had never been there.

Meanwhile, Logan and Wade were still in the thick of the fight. Logan was a blur of motion, his claws slicing through the air with deadly precision. He moved with an almost primal intensity, taking down anyone who dared come near him. His eyes flicked to me occasionally, ensuring I was safe, even as he fought off multiple attackers.

Wade, on the other hand, was in his element. He dispatched guards with a flair that was almost theatrical, mixing brutal efficiency with a twisted sense of humor. One guard got a boot to the face, another was sent flying with a well-placed explosive, and all the while, Wade kept up a running commentary of snarky remarks and taunts.

"Come on, guys, I was hoping for more of a challenge!" Wade shouted, dodging a swing from one of the remaining guards and delivering a swift counterpunch. He spun around, firing off a few rounds with pinpoint accuracy, the guards dropping like flies. "Seriously, this is just embarrassing for you!"

As the last few guards rushed at them, Logan and Wade worked in tandem, a seamless display of brute strength and chaotic precision. Logan took the lead, his claws flashing as he tore through the opposition, while Wade provided cover fire, his bullets finding their marks with deadly accuracy.

Within minutes, the warehouse was cleared. I walked over to join Logan and Wade, stretching my arm as I moved, making sure the healing had done its job. The three of us began to search the warehouse for the weapons, moving cautiously through the dimly lit corridors. 

As we turned a corner, something caught my eye—a hidden door partially concealed by a stack of crates. Wade nudged the crates aside, revealing a keypad. Logan cracked it open with a single swipe of his claws, and the door slid open, revealing a stark, white room that immediately sent a chill down my spine.

The room was unsettlingly clean, with a sterile, almost clinical atmosphere. It looked more like an operating theater than a weapons cache. Medical beds lined the walls, each equipped with heavy restraints. The metallic gleam of surgical tools laid out on trays added to the room's sinister vibe.

I walked further into the room, my heart pounding as a sense of familiarity washed over me. There was something about this place—something I couldn't quite place, but it felt disturbingly familiar.

"Does this place look... off to anyone else?" Wade asked, his usual bravado tempered by a hint of unease. He glanced around, his fingers twitching near the trigger of his gun. Logan's eyes narrowed as he examined the room. "This isn't just a weapons storage. They were doing something else here."

I nodded, my gaze lingering on the restraints. "This setup... it's not just for storage. They were experimenting on people here. Testing something."

The realization hit me like a ton of bricks, and I took a step back, the memories of similar places flashing in my mind. I couldn't shake the feeling that this room was tied to something dark—something that connected to my past.

Logan noticed my reaction and moved closer, his voice softer. "You recognize this place?"

I hesitated, my mind racing as I tried to piece together the fragments of memories. "It's similar to places I've seen before. But I don't know why it feels so familiar..." We continued to search the warehouse, our footsteps echoing in the eerie silence. After a few minutes, we stumbled upon another door, this one almost invisible against the wall. I stepped forward and placed my hand on the keypad, using my powers to unlock the mechanism. The door slid open, revealing a room filled with exactly what we were looking for: weapons.

As we stepped inside, the cold, clinical atmosphere hit me again, sending a shiver down my spine. The room was packed with high-tech gear, but something else caught our attention—devices that were clearly designed for something far darker. Among the weapons were what could only be described as mutant torture devices.

Wade walked up to one of the shelves and picked up a metal collar, holding it up for us to see. 

"Well, would you look at that," he said, his tone oddly light for the situation. "This little beauty is just like the one they slapped on me in mutant prison. Suppressed my powers, brought back my cancer... good times."

He tossed the collar back onto the shelf with a nonchalant shrug, but the tension in the room was thick.

As Wade continued to joke, I scanned the room, my eyes drawn to something at the far end. My heart skipped a beat when I saw it—a stick, simple yet ominous, displayed on a pedestal. The label read Scepter. I moved closer, my breath catching in my throat as memories rushed back.

This was the same scepter that once held the gem—the very gem that had given me my powers. But the gem was gone now, leaving only the empty stick behind. I stared at it, the familiarity of the place washing over me like a cold wave. The smell, the sterile environment, the instruments—it all clicked.

"This is one of Strucker's warehouses," I whispered to myself, the realization hitting me like a punch to the gut.

Logan and Wade turned to me, sensing the change in my demeanor. "What did you say?" Logan asked, stepping closer.

I tore my eyes away from the scepter, my voice steadier now. "This place... it belongs to Strucker. He used it for his experiments. This scepter... it was part of how I got my powers."

Wade frowned, his usual humor gone. "So we're standing in the middle of one of that psycho's old labs? Great, just when I thought this place couldn't get any creepier."

I nodded, trying to steady my racing thoughts. "We need to get out of here—and fast. But first, let's make sure this place is destroyed so no one else can use it."

As the realization of where we were sank in, I turned to Logan and Wade, determination hardening my voice. "Stay back," I ordered, stepping away from the group. "I'm going to make sure this place is wiped off the map." 

Wade's eyes widened as he realized what I was about to do. "Whoa, whoa, hold up!" he exclaimed, throwing up his hands. "My boss wants the weapons, remember? We can't just blow everything to hell!"

I paused, glancing at Wade with a mix of frustration and urgency. "These weapons... they're not just dangerous, they're connected to something far worse. Strucker's experiments, the scepter—it's all part of it. We can't let anyone else get their hands on this stuff."

Wade scratched his head, clearly torn. "Okay, I get that, but the big guy is gonna be pissed if we leave here empty-handed. Can't you just blow up the creepy torture devices and leave the shiny toys for him?"

I considered it for a moment, my gaze drifting back to the scepter and the other weapons. I knew Wade had a point, but the thought of leaving any trace of this place intact made my skin crawl.

"Fine," I relented, my voice tight. "I'll take out the worst of it, but we're not leaving anything that could hurt anyone else."

Logan nodded in agreement, stepping back to give me space. Wade sighed, clearly still unhappy but resigned. "Alright, just don't take out the whole building. I'm not in the mood to explain that kind of mess to my boss."

I focused my energy, feeling the familiar surge of power within me. With a controlled burst, I directed it at the medical beds, the restraints, and the devices meant for torturing mutants. Each one exploded into pieces, leaving nothing but scorched metal and debris behind.

Once I was satisfied, I turned back to the others. "Let's grab whatever weapons we can salvage and get out of here before anyone else shows up." Wade gave me a thumbs up, clearly relieved. "Now that's the kind of compromise I can get behind."

After salvaging what we could from the warehouse and ensuring the rest was nothing but rubble, we headed back to the taxi. As soon as we approached, Logan slipped back into his usual spot in the front seat, his expression dark and brooding. He didn't say a word, just stared straight ahead with that familiar scowl on his face. 

I sighed, sliding into the backseat next to Wade. It was like the tension from earlier hadn't dissipated at all—if anything, it felt even thicker now. Logan's silence was practically deafening, and I could feel the distance he was putting between us.

Wade, sensing the shift, leaned back with a dramatic sigh. "Well, wasn't that just a delightful little field trip? Nothing like a good warehouse raid to bring everyone closer together," he quipped, though his eyes flicked to Logan with a hint of curiosity. Logan just grunted, not even acknowledging Wade's attempt at lightening the mood. The taxi began to move, and I found myself glancing at Logan's rigid posture, wondering what was really going on in his head.

Wade, never one to let things sit quietly, leaned over and whispered to me, "Y'know, for a guy who just survived a mutant torture lab, he sure knows how to hold a grudge."

I forced a small smile, but the weight of the evening hung heavy on me. Logan was still pulling away, and I couldn't shake the feeling that there was more going on beneath the surface—something that went beyond just the mission.

As the taxi sped through the night, I stared out the window, lost in thought, trying to figure out how to break through that wall Logan had built around himself.

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We pulled up to our building, the taxi coming to a stop in front of the entrance. Logan was out of the car before it even fully stopped, his strides long and determined as he made his way inside without a word. Wade and I lingered behind, watching him go, the tension between us heavy.

As Logan disappeared into the building, I turned to Wade, the weight of the evening pressing down on me. "Can I sleep at your place tonight?" I asked, my voice quieter than usual. Wade shot me a look, a mix of sympathy and exasperation. "Nope," he said flatly, shaking his head.

I frowned, not expecting that answer. "Why not?"

He gave me a small, knowing smile. "Because you need to talk to him," Wade said, his tone surprisingly gentle for him. "You can't keep avoiding whatever this is between you two. It's just gonna keep festering if you don't deal with it."

I sighed, the thought of confronting Logan weighing heavily on me. "He won't even look at me, Wade. How am I supposed to talk to him?"

Wade shrugged, his usual nonchalance returning. "That's for you to figure out. But trust me, hiding out at my place isn't gonna fix anything. Besides," he added with a smirk, "I've got plans tonight. Important, superhero-y stuff."

I couldn't help but chuckle despite the situation. "Fine," I muttered, knowing he was right, even if I wasn't ready to admit it.

Wade patted me on the shoulder. "Go on, V. It'll be fine. You've faced way worse than a grumpy Wolverine."

With a resigned sigh, I nodded and turned toward the entrance, steeling myself for whatever conversation awaited me inside. I walked into the apartment, the door closing softly behind me. The space was dimly lit, the quiet almost unnerving after the chaos of the mission. As I stepped further inside, Logan emerged from the bathroom, drying his hands with a towel. He didn't even glance in my direction, his focus fixed on the kitchen as he walked past me without a word. 

The silence between us felt heavy, thick with unspoken tension. I stood there for a moment, watching him as he moved around the kitchen, his movements deliberate and controlled, as if he were doing everything in his power to avoid acknowledging my presence.

Taking a deep breath, I decided that Wade was right—I couldn't let this go on any longer. I had to say something, to break through the wall Logan had put up between us.

"Logan," I called out softly, my voice sounding almost tentative in the stillness of the room.

He paused for a fraction of a second but didn't turn around, continuing to busy himself with whatever he was doing. My heart sank a little, but I wasn't going to let him shut me out.

"Logan," I said again, more firmly this time, taking a step closer to him. "We need to talk."

Logan didn't turn around as I spoke. Instead, he kept his back to me, his hands gripping the edge of the counter. "I have nothing to say to you," he muttered, his voice low and tense.  

His words hit me like a punch to the gut, and I felt my heart lurch in my chest, pounding so hard it felt like it might burst right out. My nerves were a tangled mess, like I was standing in front of a caged animal, unsure when—or if—it was going to lash out. The air between us was thick with tension, and I could barely breathe under the weight of it. But I knew I couldn't back down now, no matter how much fear twisted inside me. This wasn't just about what happened tonight—this was about everything that had been building up between us, all the things left unsaid. 

Taking a shaky breath, I forced myself to step closer, my voice trembling but determined. 

"Maybe you don't, but I do. We can't keep pretending this isn't happening, Logan. You can't keep shutting me out."

Before I could say more, Logan spun around, his eyes wild, blazing with a fury I hadn't seen in a long time. "What the hell were you thinking?" he growled, his voice rough and barely restrained. 

The intensity in his gaze was almost overwhelming.

"You weren't careful! You could've been killed!"

 I stared at him, stunned by the force of his words. "Logan, I'm fine. It was just a bullet—"

"Just a bullet?" he cut me off, his voice rising to a roar that echoed off the walls. "This isn't a joke, Violet! You need to be more fucking careful!"

His words hit me like a physical blow, the sheer intensity of his anger sparking my own. After days of silence, he chose now to finally speak? To break the silence by yelling at me? My blood boiled, the frustration of the past week bubbling over.

"Why the fuck are you yelling at me!?" I snapped back, my voice sharp enough to cut through steel. "I wasn't being reckless—I know what I'm doing. And where do you get off ignoring me for a days and then suddenly acting like you care?"

Logan's fists clenched at his sides, his entire body coiled tight with barely restrained emotion. His eyes burned with something raw, something dangerous. "I couldn't stand it," he bit out, his voice thick with emotion. "Seeing him all over you, touching you like that... It made me fucking furious."

I blinked, confusion and anger battling within me. "Wait- you're mad because of some guy? Logan, I was just flirting. It's not a big deal!"

He let out a harsh, bitter laugh, his hands running through his hair in a gesture of frustration. "Not a big deal? Violet, it was driving me insane watching him put his hands on you. And you... you were just letting him."

The accusation in his voice was like a punch to the gut, stealing the breath from my lungs. My heart raced as I tried to make sense of his words. "Logan, we're not together. I didn't think... I didn't know you'd care."

He turned away from me, pacing like a caged animal, as if trying to rein in the storm raging inside him. But when he turned back, the look in his eyes made my heart stutter. They were wild, desperate, filled with a longing that terrified and thrilled me all at once.

"Of course, I care!" he burst out, his voice cracking with frustration. "You think it's easy for me to just sit there and watch that? I've been trying to keep my distance, trying not to let this... this thing between us get to me. But I can't. I can't hold it in anymore."

His words crashed over me like a tidal wave, leaving me breathless, my mind reeling. "Logan..."

He stepped closer, the space between us charged with a dangerous energy, his voice dropping to a rough whisper that sent shivers down my spine. 

"I'm jealous, Violet. I hate seeing other men look at you like that, touch you like that. It makes me want to tear them apart. But I've been trying to hold it in because... because you deserve better than that. Better than me."

I couldn't stop the sob that tore from my throat as his words sank in, my heart pounding in my chest. I reached out, my hand trembling as I placed it against his chest, feeling the rapid, frantic beat of his heart beneath my palm.

"Logan, you don't have to push me away. I didn't realize how you felt... but I care about you too. More than I've been willing to admit."

His eyes softened, the anger and frustration bleeding away, replaced by something tender and raw. "You do?" he whispered, the vulnerability in his voice nearly undoing me.

I nodded, a small, trembling smile tugging at my lips. "Yeah, I do. And I don't want to keep pretending I don't."

The air between us shifted, charged with a tension that was no longer filled with anger and jealousy but something far more intense. Logan's hand cupped my face, his thumb brushing against my cheek as he leaned in, his breath hot against my skin. When his lips met mine, the kiss was a storm of desperation, need, and unspoken feelings, a collision of emotions that had been building for far too long.

The world around us dissolved, leaving only the two of us lost in the overwhelming intensity of the moment. His lips moved against mine with a fierceness that took my breath away, his hands gripping my waist as if he was afraid to let go. I melted into him, my fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer as if I could fuse us together, as if I could drown in the wild storm that was Logan.

When we finally pulled back, gasping for air, our foreheads resting against each other, Logan's eyes were dark with emotion, his voice rough with need as he whispered, "I don't want to see you with anyone else, Violet. You're mine. And I'm yours."

I looked up at him, my heart swelling with a fierce, undeniable emotion as I pressed a soft kiss to his lips. "I'm yours, Logan," I whispered back, my voice filled with a certainty that left no room for doubt. "And you're mine."

The words between us lingered, heavy with a promise neither of us could resist. Logan's eyes were dark, a storm of emotions swirling within them—desire, need, and something far deeper that made my breath catch. The space between us felt electric, charged with a tension that had been building for far too long. My heart pounded in my chest, my pulse quickening as his hands, rough and urgent, traced the curve of my waist, pulling me closer until our bodies were flush against each other.

Without a word, Logan's hand found mine, his grip firm yet trembling with barely contained desire as he led me toward his bedroom. Each step was a battle against the overwhelming need that consumed us both, the air thick with anticipation. The moment we crossed the threshold, it was as if a dam had burst. Logan's mouth crashed down on mine with a force that stole my breath away, his lips demanding and possessive, claiming what he had fought so hard to deny.

My back hit the wall with a thud, but I barely registered the impact. All I could feel was him—his hands, rough and calloused, roaming over my body with a desperation that made my knees go weak. The scent of him, that intoxicating mix of leather, pine, and something uniquely Logan, filled my senses, making my head spin. I breathed him in, my mind clouded by the sheer force of my desire for him. It was more than just attraction; it was an obsession, a craving that had been simmering beneath the surface for far too long.

"Violet," he growled against my lips, his voice thick with desire, sending a shiver down my spine. His hands slid down my thighs, lifting me effortlessly as he pressed me against the wall, his body pinning me in place. The raw strength in his grip made me feel small, vulnerable in a way that was intoxicating. He wasn't just touching me; he was consuming me, every stroke of his hand, every press of his lips setting my skin on fire.

I could barely think, my mind clouded by the sheer force of my desire for him. I had never seen Logan like this, so unrestrained, so utterly lost in his need. And it thrilled me. My pulse raced as he carried me to the bed, his lips never leaving mine, the kiss growing deeper, more desperate with every passing second. By the time we reached the bed, my entire body was trembling with anticipation, my skin flushed with a heat that only he could satisfy.

The moment we hit the bed, the world around us ceased to exist. Logan tore at my suit, his hands trembling with a need so fierce it left me breathless. There was no gentleness, no hesitation—only a primal urgency that matched my own. My suit fell to the floor in a tangle, and when Logan finally discarded the last of his own, I gasped, my eyes widening in shock as I took in the sight of him.

He was big—bigger than I had imagined, his dick thick and veiny, the sight of it sending a rush of heat through my body. My breath caught in my throat, my heart racing as I stared, unable to tear my eyes away. The sheer size of him was intimidating, yet undeniably arousing, and I could feel my body responding, the anticipation almost unbearable.

Logan noticed my reaction, and a slow, knowing smirk spread across his lips. "Like what you see?" he asked, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down my spine. I swallowed hard, my cheeks flushing with a mix of arousal and embarrassment. 

"You're... you're huge," I whispered, my voice barely more than a breathless gasp. 

His smirk widened, a flash of something dark and primal in his eyes as he stepped closer, his hand cupping my chin, tilting my head up to meet his gaze. 

"I'm going to make you feel every inch of it, Violet," he promised, his voice rough with desire. 

"And you're going to love it." With that, he captured my lips in a searing kiss, his hands gripping my hips as he guided me back onto the bed, his body pressing me into the mattress with a weight that made my heart race. The moment he positioned himself at my entrance, the anticipation was almost too much to bear. My breath hitched as he began to push into me, the stretch intense, almost overwhelming, but the pleasure that followed was indescribable.

"God, you feel so good," Logan groaned, his voice thick with need as he buried himself deeper inside me, filling me completely. The sensation was almost too much, the sheer size of him sending shockwaves through my body, making my back arch off the bed. I clung to him, my nails digging into his back as I tried to adjust to the feeling, but the intensity of it was unlike anything I had ever experienced.

"Fuck, Violet," Logan growled, his voice strained as he began to move, each thrust slow and deliberate, driving me wild with need.

 "You feel so right, so perfect." His words sent a jolt of electricity through me, making me clench beneath him, causing him to moan. I could barely think, my mind clouded by the overwhelming pleasure that pulsed through me with every movement. Logan's pace quickened, the force of his thrusts building until the bed beneath us creaked ominously.

"Look at you," he murmured, his voice a low, rumbling growl as he watched me with dark, hungry eyes. 

"You're so fucking beautiful like this, Violet. Falling apart beneath me." I whimpered at his words, my body responding to his every touch, every thrust from his balls hitting my ass causing me to pull his hair, making him moan. 

"That's it baby, just like that", his voice rough and possessive, only made the pleasure more intense. I was losing control, my mind a haze of need and desire, and all I could focus on was him—his scent, his touch, the way he filled me completely, as if we were made to fit together.

"Logan," I gasped, my voice breaking as I felt the tension coil tighter within me, threatening to snap at any moment. I could barely form the words, my mind consumed by the intensity of what he was doing to me. He was driving me insane, his pace punishing, and I could feel the bed straining under the force of our passion, the frame creaking ominously.

"Don't hold back," Logan urged, his voice rough with command as he thrust into me harder, deeper, his grip on my hips tightening. 

"I want to hear you, Violet. I want the whole fucking w- world to know you're mine." His words pushed me more into my edge. 

With a cry that tore from the depths of my soul, I shattered, my body convulsing around him as the waves of pleasure crashed over me, stealing my breath, my thoughts, everything. The world around me blurred, my senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the orgasm that ripped through me, leaving me trembling and weak beneath him.

As Logan neared his own release, I could feel the tension in his body coil tighter, the muscles in his back and shoulders flexing as he drove into me with a force that was almost brutal. His breath was hot and ragged against my skin, each thrust more desperate than the last. And then, just as he was on the brink, I felt it—the unmistakable sensation of his claws extending, his grip tightening on my hips as he lost control. The sharp tips of his claws brushed against my skin, not cutting, but a reminder of the raw power he held.

"Fuck, Violet... I can't—" Logan groaned, his voice raw, and with one final, shuddering thrust, he buried himself deep inside me, his release tearing through him like a storm. He came inside my pussy, filling it all up. The force of it sent shockwaves through both of us, and with a loud, splintering crack, the bed beneath us gave way, collapsing under the sheer intensity of our lovemaking.

We tumbled onto the floor in a tangle of limbs, the sudden drop knocking the breath from my lungs. But neither of us could stop the laughter that bubbled up in the wake of our passion, a wild, breathless sound that filled the room, mingling with the ragged gasps of air we both struggled to take.

Logan rolled over, pulling me into his arms, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. The claws retracted as he held me close, pressing a kiss to my forehead, his lips lingering against my skin. 

"I think we broke the bed," he said, his voice filled with a mix of satisfaction and disbelief. I laughed, a sound filled with exhaustion and contentment as I curled into him, my body still humming from the aftermath of our passion.

"I guess we did."

For a long moment, we lay there, tangled together on the broken bed, the aftermath of our passion leaving us both breathless and spent. But even as the world around us slowly came back into focus, the intensity of what had just happened lingered in the air, a reminder of the raw, unfiltered need that had driven us to this point.

Logan pressed another kiss to my forehead, his lips tender as he whispered, "You're mine, Violet. And I'm never letting you go." I smiled, my heart swelling with a fierce, undeniable emotion as I pressed a soft kiss to his chest, breathing in the scent of him that I was so obsessed with—the scent that was now forever linked with the memory of this night.

"And I'm never letting you go, Logan. Not ever. "And in that moment, wrapped in his arms, the world outside faded away, leaving only the two of us, bound together by a love so intense and fulfilling.

The bed lay broken beneath us, the aftermath of our passion evident in the shattered frame and the wild, tangled sheets. But as the haze of desire began to fade, a gentle calm settled over us. Logan's breath was still heavy, his body a warm, solid presence beside me, but his fierce intensity had softened into something tender and protective.

After a moment passed, Logan shifted, careful not to move too quickly, his hands gliding over my body with a gentleness that was in stark contrast to the wildness of moments before. 

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice low and filled with concern as he brushed a strand of hair away from my face.

I nodded, still catching my breath, my body humming with the lingering echoes of our lovemaking. "I'm more than okay," I whispered, my voice soft but filled with the truth of it. 

Despite the intensity, despite the overwhelming force of what we'd just shared, I felt safe with him, cherished. But Logan wasn't satisfied with just my words. His eyes, those deep, expressive eyes that had held so much fire, now scanned my face, searching for any signs of discomfort. 

"I didn't hurt you, did I?" His voice was laced with a vulnerability that tugged at my heart.

"No," I assured him, reaching up to cup his face, my thumb brushing gently over his cheek. "You didn't hurt me, Logan. You never could."

His shoulders visibly relaxed, the tension easing as he let out a breath he'd been holding. He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead, his lips lingering there for a moment before he pulled back to look at me again. 

"I'm going to take care of you," he murmured, his voice filled with a quiet determination.

Gently, Logan untangled our limbs, his hands sliding beneath me as he lifted me effortlessly into his arms. Despite the broken bed and the chaotic state of the room, he moved with purpose, carrying me to the bathroom with a tenderness that made my heart swell. The scent of him, still strong and intoxicating, surrounded me, comforting in its familiarity.He set me down on the edge of the tub, his hands lingering on my hips for a moment as he looked at me, his eyes filled with a warmth that sent a shiver down my spine. 

"Just sit tight," he whispered before he turned to run the water, testing it with his hand until it was just the right temperature.

As the water filled the tub, he returned to me, His touch was reverent, as if he were handling something precious, and I couldn't help but feel a deep sense of gratitude for the way he cared for me.

Once the tub was ready, Logan helped me in, the warm water enveloping me in a soothing embrace. He slid in behind me, pulling me back against his chest, his arms wrapping around me as we settled into the warmth. The tension in my muscles began to melt away, replaced by a profound sense of peace.

Logan's hands moved in slow, gentle circles over my shoulders and back, massaging away any lingering aches. His touch was so tender, so full of love, that I felt a lump form in my throat. I leaned back against him, closing my eyes as I let the sensation of his hands, the warmth of the water, and the steady beat of his heart against my back wash over me.

"You're so good to me," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the sound of the water.

"You deserve it," Logan replied, his voice rough with emotion. 

"After everything... you deserve this." We stayed like that for a long while, the room filled with the soft sound of water and the steady rhythm of our breathing. Logan's hands never stopped moving, tracing soothing patterns along my skin, his touch grounding me in the here and now. I felt completely at ease, completely safe in his arms.

When the water began to cool, Logan helped me out, wrapping me in a thick, warm towel before drying himself off. He led me back to His bedroom—or what was left of it—with a soft chuckle at the sight of the broken bed.

"Looks like we'll need to get a new one," he said with a grin, but there was no regret in his voice, only satisfaction. 

"We'll just sleep in mine," I said with a smile.

We walked into my bedroom, and I slipped into bed first. Once I was settled, he joined me, sliding in beside me and pulling the blankets over us. As he wrapped me in his arms, I felt the warmth of his embrace, a sense of comfort washing over me. I nestled into his chest, breathing in the comforting scent of him as he held me close. His hand stroked my hair, his fingers combing through the damp strands with a tenderness that made my heart ache with love. 

"Sleep, Violet," he whispered, his voice low and soothing."I'm here. I'm not going anywhere." And with those words, a deep sense of peace washed over me. 

The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of us, cocooned in the warmth of each other's embrace. As sleep began to claim me, the last thing I felt was Logan's lips pressing a gentle kiss to the top of my head, a silent promise of his unwavering love and protection. In his arms, I knew I was safe. And as I drifted off, wrapped in the comfort of his care, I knew that no matter what, we would face whatever came our way—together. 

Part 8: COMMITMENT

[yujinnieswifeu]

Can i request for any gaeul smut ? pretty plss,,

pairings: sub fem reader x dom Gaeul

warnings: smut, scissoring, Gaeul is a tease :(

a/n: Hi anon, tqsm for requesting, do feel free to request since they’re open hehe :) also, hear me out, i wanted this to just be a short imagine but it turned out to be a rather lengthy oneshot since i kinda got carried away and wrote my thoughts out 😮‍💨, and since anon said antg i kinda wrote dom gaeul since im more towards dom idol x reader and i have this mommy kink so hope you don’t mind it too🤭 Hope you guys enjoy this oneshot!

Gaeul comes off as a softie, someone that is more reserved with others, but that changed when you and her got together. She did not know she had this side of her, but she can’t help it, being flirtatious and playful with you, and only you. When you came over to their dorm, after creeping in from the back so no one would notice, ringing the bell, Gaeul would immediately know it was you, sprinting towards the door as she opens it for you, before giving you a goofy smile as she brings you in, the first thing she says was how good you look, and her eyes checking you out shamelessly, like she was proud of it, giving you those knowing eyes as you bite your bottom lip, face slightly red.

Her dorm mates would then shake their heads, giving you a look of pity.

“Gaeul ah, stop making the poor girl uncomfortable!” Wonyoung would say, a small pout on her face as she looks at you with a sorry look in her eyes.

Gaeul only laughs, before snaking her hand over your waists as she drew circles on the skin. It only makes you shiver as you stand at the doorway, heart racing. “Am i making you uncomfortable y/n ah?” She turns her head to you, with that stupid grin that you want to remove from her face as you roll your eyes playfully, making her giggle a little.

Her dorm mates were cringing a little now with how Gaeul was acting, feeling like they were interfering with something. “Get a room you two!” Yujin immediately says, covering Leeseo’s eyes and Gaeul snaps her head to look at her, grinning as she turns her attention back to you, grabbing your wrist.

“You heard them y/n let’s go to my room!” Gaeul says, giving you a small wink as she pulls you to her room instead, closing the door behind you two as she locks it.

She turns to look at you, and you sighed, brushing your hair back with your fingers frustratingly. “Gaeul, how many times must i tell you to not do that?” You whisper, scared her dorm mates could hear you from outside and she only giggles, taking your hands in hers as she gave your fingers small kisses.

“I can’t when you always look this good sweetheart. Just look at this dress, it fits on your skin nicely..of course it would be better off.” She mutters the last part, her eyes slightly hazy as she looks at you up and down, her hands over your waist as she pulls you closer to her.

You let out a whimper at her action, but not stopping her as your heart raced. “Love, we can’t do this here.” You whined, trying to remove her hands that was now creeping up to your zipper.

“We can, you just have to be quiet. You can be right? I know you can.” She whispers against your ear, her tongue darts out to play at the skin there as you bite your bottom lip, letting her run her fingers through your hair as she slides it to where the zipper was, slowly unzipping your dress as it falls.

“Good girl, you look so good like this, even better wouldn’t you agree?” She says against your lips, and you held back the urge to kiss her, waiting for her next move instead as she darts her tongue out, swiping over your bottom lip.

Watching her do that makes your breathing heavy, your hand slides to her shirt, and she lets you remove it from her body. She kisses you right after the shirt is off, giving you time to remove her shorts as you slide it off eagerly. Her teeth nibbles against your bottom lip, pulling at the flesh as she pulls away from the kiss, her hand on your neck as she pulls you to her bed, straddling you.

Her lips was on yours almost instantly, grinding down on you as you moan into the kiss, her hand goes over your bra, squeezing slightly over the material and you gasp into the kiss, she takes the opportunity to slide her tongue past your lips, moaning softly at the taste of you.

Gaeul pulls away, a string of saliva connecting you two as she looks into your eyes, now dark with lust. “Tell me you want this.” She says, her fingers now tracing patterns at the back of your neck, sliding lower as you whimper underneath her.

“Please, i need you so bad.” You say breathlessly, and that was all it took for her to unclip your bra, throwing it next to her bed before cupping your breasts, her eyes watches your blissed out face as she plays with your nipples, before diving her head down, taking one nipple in her mouth as her fingers draw circles over the other, feeling it harden against her.

She moves down, taking her time to tease you and watch as you try to hold back your moans. You bite your bottom lip, a whimper escaping past your lips from time to time.

When she nears where you need her most, she takes a whiff of your scent, giving you that goofy grin and you could feel your cheeks turn red. “You’re so wet for me and we haven’t even started.” She teases you, and you shove her face lower, which she did not like as she took your wrist together to stop you.

“Please no more teasing?” You squeaked out, and she only blew against your clothed and now damp spot, watching you writher under her as you whimper in need.

“G-gaeul!” It comes out as a stutter, and she only giggle, before letting go of your wrists, her fingers pressing against your throbbing clit instead and you let out a gasp, your eyes snapping shut as you try to move your hips over her fingers.

She only watches you, feeling the throbbing feeling between her legs as she thought of an idea, pulling her fingers away from your throbbing clit and you whine out. “N-no! Please love, need more!”

“Shh baby, be patient.” She says, her fingers now hooked under your panties before removing them, bitting her bottom lip as she places it in her drawer and you could feel your cheeks burning red at this point.

She giggles at your reaction, and you roll your eyes at her playful nature. “You know i need it for later.” She says with a wink, which makes you turn even redder if that was possible.

She then proceeded to remove hers as well, and your breathing hitches, seeing the damp spot on her panties, knowing you were the cause of it had you throbbing between your legs.

She threw her panties some where across the room and slides herself between your legs, and you immediately know what she was up to.

A shiver runs down your spine when she pushes herself down on you, the feeling of her clit rubbing against yours makes you let out a small moan, before quickly covering your mouth as your heart races, eyeing the door.

The thought of someone walking into the room and seeing you naked on the bed with Gaeul as she fucks you makes you even more drenched.

She starts to move her hips, grinding down on you as her fingers wraps around your neck slightly, her lips inches away from yours as her breath fans against your lips.

“What did i say about being quiet? You don’t want any of my members to walk in on us right y/n?” She husked out, her eyes darting from your eyes to your lips and back up, and you whimper.

“Y-yes mommy, i’m sorry.” You whine back, the nickname rolling over your tongue makes her smirk, speeding her movements as she continues to grind her wetness all over yours, her lips attaches to yours this time to silence your moans as you claw at her back.

She hisses into the kiss, the pain turning to pleasure as she continues to grind down on you, feeling her stomach tie in a knot.

“M-mommy mmp— pleash wanna c-cum.” It comes out muffled as she continues to kiss you, your eyes rolling to the back slightly as her clit bumps against yours repeatedly.

“Cum with mommy sweetheart.” She says breathlessly, feeling her orgasm near as her movements become faster and sloppier, you bit your bottom lip harshly, not wanting to make a sound as you came all over her, her hips spasming as she grinds over you slowly, cumming with you.

She moans a little in your neck, it comes out muffled as she stays there for some time, neither of you saying anything as you come down from your highs.

After a while, she looks at you, her goofy smile plastered on her face. “We need to do that more often.”

[thelovelylolly]

hey hey 🫶🫶

i saw ur requests were open so i thought eh why not 😚😚 can i plss get an eddie x like a hippie reader?? like crystals, stevie nicks, tarot cards the works yk??

tyyy 🩷🩷

Crystal Chick

Summary: Eddie, the metalhead and freak, has a crush on you, the resident hippie of Hawkins High. Warnings: fem!reader (she/her pronouns are used), reader is described as shorter than eddie, let me know if i missed any! Notes: ive recently gotten into crystals and tarot, so i love this request! im not like a full on hippie, but im definitely leaning towards it lol

"Wait, wait, wait, you like the crystal chick?"

Eddie grumbled and looked away to hide his blush. His friends, the Hellfire Club, just put two and two together and he knew they were gonna tease him. He noticed you on the first day of school, driving by him with Stevie Nicks blaring from your car. Since then, you've always caught his eye whether you knew it or not.

"She's not just a crystal chick, Mike," Eddie answered, glaring at Mike and the rest of the table. "She's a hippie, I think."

"That means she's a crystal chick."

"Does it matter? Eddie Munson likes a hippie!" Dustin added.

Eddie rolled his eyes and leaned back in his chair.

He remembered when you two first talked. You were in the theater room, where Hellfire is usually hosted, and you were doing a tarot reading. Eddie walked in and you looked up at him, a little upset that he messed with your reading.

"Can I help you?" You had asked him, already collecting the crystals and cards you had laid out.

"Oh, uh, my club meets here..." Eddie answered, trailing off as you stood up.

Your outfit was eclectic, but flowy. You had stacks of necklaces on, some with moons and suns, other with crystals. Your rings were the same, you had on bangles and your earrings dangled low. You put your things in your patched up bag and stood in front of him, breaking him from his thoughts.

"You a metalhead or something?" You asked, looking up at him with your hands on your hips.

"Are you a hippie or something?" He countered, a smile pulling at his lips.

You smirked before walking past him and calling back, "see ya around."

With that, you were gone and Eddie had a crush on you.

"Hey, look! Here she comes!" Dustin said a bit too loudly, breaking Eddie from his flashback.

You walked past the Hellfire table with your patched up bag slung over arm and your lunch bag in your hand. You had on beat-up bellbottom jeans with a flowy top that tied in the front, and you had on your usual eclectic accessories. You glanced at Eddie as you passed by then continued to your usual spot.

The other guys went crazy when they saw you look at Eddie, who was still watching you as you reached your spot in the corner of the cafeteria and sat down.

"You should go talk to her!" Dustin eagerly suggested, the others agreeing with him.

Eddie shook his head, picking at his food as a distraction. "No, I...I don't think she would like me. I'm not her type."

"How do you know that?" Gareth asked.

"Have you seen her? She's beautiful and her style is so cool, plus she's pretty smart to remember all those crystals and cards and stuff. I'm just, y'know, me."

"Boo! Enough self-doubt, just go try! You don't know what's gonna happen," Dustin replied.

Eddie thought about it for a moment, weighing the pros and cons. Pros: you'd actually like him back or at least want to be friends with him. Cons: he embarrasses himself and further cements his place as a freak. But he didn't really care. He sighed and got up, the rest of the guys cheering as they watched him walk over to you.

You were picking at your food and reading a book with crystals on the torn up cover. You heard Eddie's footsteps as he got closer and looked up. You closed your book and leaned forward when he sat across from you.

"Hi," he said.

"Hi," you replied, a small smile on his face. Since your first interaction with him, you found out that Eddie Munson was the school freak and the leader of the D&D club. You also found out that he was in fact a metal head and was in a band. You wanted to talk to him more, but you never found a good time.

"I, uh, I saw you walk over here and thought I'd join you," Eddie started, then quickly added, "but I can go if you want to be left alone. I don't want to intrude or anything."

You giggled at his awkwardness. "You can stay. I don't mind, Eddie."

"Okay, cool..."

You two were quiet for a few minutes, the rest of the chatter from the cafeteria keeping it from being too awkward. You noticed how he fidgeted with his rings, a habit you have yourself. You smiled and covered his hands with yours, stopping his fidgeting and causing him to look at you with blush on his cheeks.

"You have a question for me, don't you?" You asked.

"H-how'd you know?" He replied, not pulling his hands away from you.

"I had a feeling," you answered, "and maybe my cards told me."

Eddie laughed. "Well, uh, I was just wondering...would you wanna hang out with me sometime?"

"I would love to," you said, "I was gonna ask you the same thing but I never found the right time."

"Great, um, would you wanna meet after school? I know this spot where we can hang out and it's just by the football field. Maybe you could give me a tarot reading?"

You giggled. "Sounds like a plan."

[ssturniolo]

Chris meeting your family for the first time and he loves playing with your younger sisters and cousins?? Plss

Tea-time

𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 - Chris x fem!reader

𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶 - after being nervous to meet the fam, Chris realizes its easier than he thought.

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 - foul language, I think that’s it

Glancing over to the passenger seat of her car, y/n examines Chris’s nervous features. “It’s ok Chris, my parents are gonna love you” she says, refocusing her attention on the road.

Looking up at her, Chris let’s out a nervous laugh. “I’m not worried about your parents, it’s the little ones that are scaring me” he says, running a hand through his unruly hair.

“Oh come on, they’ll love you too” y/n reassures him, stretching one of her hands across the center counsel, to rest on Chris’s constantly moving one’s. Knowing that Chris plays with his fingers when he’s nervous, y/ns eyes soften.

“I pinky promise” she says quietly, holding her pinky in the air, waiting for Chris to link his.

Slowly, a smile forms across Chris’s lips as he raises his pinky to interlock with hers. “Ok, but if they don’t, I’m actually gonna kill you” he jokes, grabbing ahold of her hand as her house comes into view.

“Home sweet home” she whispers to no one in particular walking up to the door, pausing before leading Chris into her childhood home.

After introducing Chris to her parents, and non-immediate family members, y/n notices her little sister peeking from around the corner. Bending down, y/n calls for her sister knowing her little cousin couldn’t be too far behind. The two giggling girls run up to y/n, tackling her in a hug.

“This is my boyfriend Chris!” She says cheerily, as Chris awkwardly waves.

After a moment of silence, her little cousin grabs ahold of Chris’s hand, leading him into the playroom, closely followed by her sister. Giggling, y/n tells Chris she’ll be back, before bringing all of their belongings up to her old room.

This is the first time y/n had been home in a long time, so she spent some time looking through her old stuff, being hit with waves of nostalgia.

Remembering she had left Chris alone with the two little ones, y/n ran down the stairs stopping outside the playroom door.

She looked in, only to find Chris sitting in a very small chair at her sisters tea table. He was dressed in a pink tutu, with a glimmering silver tiara atop his head. Holding a plastic teacup in his hand, he conversed with the two girls, also dressed up like princesses.

Y/n’s little sister noticing her at the door, she ran over, a huge smile plastered to her face. “Look, look y/n! It’s princess Chrissy!” She squealed, leading y/n to the table by the hand. Now being close to Chris, y/n could see the pink, sparkly blush, poorly applied to his cheeks and she couldn’t help but laugh.

“Oh my god, this shits funny” y/n said, pulling out her phone to snap a picture of her newly glammed boyfriend.

“Excuse me ma’am, but we don’t use that kind of language during tea-time” Chris replied, taking an imaginary sip out of the plastic tea-cup. The two girls burst into a fit of giggles, rolling around on the floor.

Laughing, y/n crawled over to Chris wrapping her arms around his neck. “I told you they’d love you” she whispered into his ear.

“What can I say, I’m good with kids” he replied, that goofy grin she loves so much spreading across his face.

“Of course you are love” she says, walking over to the costume bin to get rightly accessorized.

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100 followers? That’s crazy! I write to clear my mind, and it’s always been a safe space for me, so to think people actually enjoy my stories is amazing. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed, please send more requests I’m out! (Also happy birthday to the sturniolos again lol)

XOXO - Zoe

[katherines-imagines]

HEARTLESS PT 2?? PLSS

Heartless Part 2

pairings: Ao’nung x reader warnings: cussing and crap writing

He tried bringing her shells, catching her hefty fish, walking with her, apologizing, and yet the girl was stubborn.

She refused accepting his shells, didn’t take the fish, walked away from him, ignored his profuse apologizes.

The girl was trying to send a clear message to Ao’nung, everyone could see what it was.

Stay away from me.

After multiple disheartening attempts, Ao’nung continued his pathetic pleading.

As he tried yet again to plead to the girl, whom she refused to even look in his direction, from afar, two boys were watching the scene.

“Damn, she still hasn’t forgiven the idiot,” Lo’ak asked his older brother.

“No,” Neteyam answered with a slight shake of his head, a frown present.

“And she has every right not to,” Neteyam stated.

If she didn’t want to talk to the idiot who had left Lo’ak at sea, she didn’t have to, and Neteyam would stand by her choice no matter what.

“C’mon bro, he already apologized, and it’s just getting sad now,” Lo’ak said, manically waving his hand in the pairs direction.

“It’s getting so annoying.”

Neteyam sighed but nodded in agreement.

“You are right, it is very pathetic, but Y/n knows what is best for her, and I will not interfere.”

Lo’ak groaned at his brother’s stubbornness, annoyed at the way Neteyam was acting.

“Bro, clearly Y/n loves the idiot, and at this rate, things will never get better between them. As annoying as Ao’nung is, for some reason, she cares about him. And she’s only so upset because she loves us. We have to do something, cause it’s our fault.”

With a humourous gleam in his eye, Neteyam said, “You mean your fault? Your the one who followed him.”

Rolling his eyes, Lo’ak mumbled, “besides the point.”

“Just- Will you help me,” Lo’ak asked.

Thinking thoughtfully, Neteyam looked at the teenagers in front of him.

Ao’nung was on the brink of crying, keeping a safe distance, but hands reaching out to touch her.

Y/n, looking off, trying to seem distant, but her eyes showed hurt, wanting to forgive, but the loyalty to family overcoming the want.

Sighing, Neteyam finally faced Lo’ak and nodded.

“I’m in.”

As their sister left the chief’s son standing in his regret, the boys walked towards him.

Clasping his shoulders, Lo’ak shook them.

“Bro, you really fucked up,” Lo’ak said playfully.

Ao’nung shrugged the boys hands off harshly, and shot the boy a glare.

Raising his hands in defense, the boy took a slight step back.

“No need to be hostile cuz, I’m trying to help you.”

Failing to comprehend, the future chief spluttered.

“W-wait, what?”

“He said we’re here to help your skxawng ass,” Neteyam finally spoke up.

Looking at the siblings in confusion, Ao’nung questioned as to why they were helping him.

“It’s because we love our sister, and we know she loves you-“

“Though we have no decent clue as to why,” Lo’ak interrupted.

Quickly scolding Lo’ak, Neteyam continued.

“So we’re going to get our sister to forgive you,” he finished.

Ao’nung profusely thanked the pair before Lo’ak interrupted him.

“Just don’t fuck this up cuz, ok?”

“Yeah, I won’t,” Ao’nung responded, pulling his hand into a fist.

I will never make her cry again.

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A/N: Hey guys, im back! I’m afraid I won’t be able to post everyday again, but I’ll try to. Thank you anon for reminding me to do this! I’ll try to work on Part 3 of Heartbreak and Part 8 of “Don’t be a skxawng, just ask her.”

Thanks for the love and support as always <3

tagged: @aonungmyaddiction, @mirrorball-6, @im-in-a-pansexual-panik, @totesnothere04

[bwoahtastic]

Max being so shy!! They have gala they need to attend and they’re staying at a hotel for the weekend. Max was so excited and went shopping. He doesn’t let himself indulge in very omega things often but he got himself a really pretty lacy lingerie set. He also got himself some really soft silky pyjama’s. He wants to look pretty for his alpha. When they’re actually in the hotel room Max starts getting really shy and second guessing it. He knew it would happen, he always chickens out. So he has some oversized pyjama’s that he sleeps in sometimes. But Nico finds the tiny panties and bralette in his suitcase and asks him about it. Max is blushing like crazy and he’s embarrassed. He tells Nico that he was just being silly. Nico asks him if he’d consider trying it on for him. When Nico finally sees Max in the lingerie she wants to go crazy. He looks so pretty, it hugs his pretty curves and it makes him look really soft and feminine. Nico wants to jump Max at that point. But she’s so careful because this is her baby omega. She gets her hand into his panties, happy to make him cum from her playing with his clit but Max is surprisingly relaxed and she can finger him. They haven’t done anything kinky so far, but Max looks too pretty with some fingers in him. She keeps him on edge for as long as she can. He’s thrashing around wanting to cum but she keeps playing with him and stopping whenever he gets too close to cumming. Nico’s only ever fucked him gently but she’s a bit harder and she’s so happy when Max enjoys it so much. Max looks absolutely defiled afterwards. He’s got hickeys all over him and his legs are still open showing off the cum dripping out of him and all the slick covering his thighs. The pack is so happy to see him when the weekend is over. They’re all happy that Max had fun with their alpha

Plss!

Max is so excited to be alone with his Pack Alpha and happily shops for pretty lingerie abd pyjamas! He is so excited abd wants to impress nico, but once they are finally in the hotel room he feels shy...

He wears an oversized shirt instead and Nico is a little confused why Max smells a little disappointed, was it something she did? But then she sees the little lace set in his open suitcase and picks it yo, asking him about it. Max blushes and admits he thinks it will look bad but nico tells him she will always think he is gorgeous! He puts it on for her and blushes so sweetly. The lace looks beautiful against his soft pale skin, perfectly fitted against his curves and Nico salivates at the sight!

Nico getting her hand in those little lace panties, playing with his clit as they make out slowly and Max comes undone so easily under her touch! She can finger him too without problem and it touches her he is so comfortable with her.

She dares to be a bit more firm when she fucks him and he loves it, eyes rolling back nd he is holding her so close!

He looks so pretty after, little bralette still on and panties stuck around 1 thigh, while his pussy looks slick and is dripping cum! Nico cleans him up but doesn't bother finding his pj's. It's better for both to sleep naked for some skin to skin contact!

The pack loves seeingnhow relaxed Maxy is after his time with Nico and are so glad they both enjoyed it!!!

[somewhatinlove]

Happy anniversary babydoll !

Summary:- It is y/n and elijah's anniversary and y/n decided to surprise Elijah by giving him a lap dance.

Warnings:- first of all fluff and also smutty. Plss be 18+ before reading this.

Today was y/n and elijah's aniversary. Elijah set up a huge romantic date. He was looking extremely handsome in his suit where y/n wore a red colour gown. They had a nice dinner date and now Elijah and y/n were sitting in the car to get back home.

"Elijah, I have a surprise for you."Y/n said blushing and looking at Elijah who was driving.

"What is it babygirl?" Elijah says taking y/n hand and kissing it.

"Well it's a surprise. I just hope you like it."

"I will babydoll. Always. I love you." Elijah said smiling at y/n.

As soon as they reach their home Elijah opens the car door for y/n and both of them start to walk towards the door. As soon as Elijah opens the door. He lets y/n walk in first and then following her after. As soon as the door closes y/n turns back and pushes Elijah on the wall and kisses him passionately.

"Are you ready for your surprise Elijah?" y/n whispers seductively in Elijah ears.

"Always sweetheart." Elijah says smiling at her.

Y/n grabs elijah's wrist and makes him sit on the chair in their living room. The lights in the house were dim and it cold that night.

Y/n placed the chair facing the fireplace they had in their house and as soon as Elijah sat on the chair. Y/n undressed herself leaving her with only a set of expensive lingirie on her skin.

Elijah's eyes widen at the sight. He tries to move and get up but y/n pushes him back and makes him sit again. Y/n goes and starts the seductive music and comes near Elijah again. Running fingers on his chest. Slowly y/n takes off his tie and opens the first two buttons of his shirt. Elijah's breathing got heavy.

Y/n sits on elijah's lap and started rolling her hips. Flipping her hair and looking at Elijah straight into his eyes. She rolls her hips side to side on the beats of the music and also occasionally grinds on elijah's lap. Her hands were wondering around tugging at his hair lightly running her fingers on his chest and around his hips. Elijah was enjoying the show.

"Babe! You look so beautiful!" Elijah says grabbing y/n by her waist and holding her in place. On his lap. Other hand slightly pulling on her hair to make her look at him.

"Shh. Elijah." Y/n says and rubs herself on his thigh again and the slightly rough material of his pants makes contact with her clit and a moan escapes her lips.

Elijah quickly stands and with his vampire power he pressed y/n against the wall her hands pinned above her head.

"Ahh. You naughty little babygirl." He whispers in y/n ears and she melts.

"Elijah please" y/n whispers closing her eyes desperately needing Elijah.

"please what babygirl?". "Use your words, darling". Elijah says and speeding both of them to the bedroom and throwing y/n gently on the matress and hovering above her. Caging her by his weight so y/n could not move.

Do you want this? Elijah says kissing her neck and collarbone while pinning her hands above her head. He slowly starts to move downwards kissing the valley between her breast and kissing her near her belly button.

Do you like this babydoll? You want this? Elijah says smirking while kissing her inner thighs.

"Yes Elijah please"

Woho! I am running away leaving you guys on this peak point😂🏃do you guys want a part 2? I promise it will be hella hot smut! I swear guys writing a dance is hard. Sorry if there are any mistakes. If you like it plss give it a heart and share as much as you can. Love you all. Thankyou so much for reading.💗

@rere-the-writer @l-r-christian @smuttybish @elijah-mikaelsons-princess @elijahs-wife @starkleila 💗

[newtonsheffield]

Country roads spicy Sunday plss 🙏🏽🙏🏽 need more forest daddy Anthony

Ooh for spicy Sunday (it’s morning here but it might be over in Oz) could we maybe see Country Roads Muffin and Bear Kanthony?? Something really intimate and loving? Xoxoxo

Ahh in honour of the fact I'm hoping to update this tomorrow: let's do it

In hindsight, Kate shouldn't have been surprised.

They'd been laying in bed when she'd said it, completely unthinkingly. Anthony had been wrapped around her, his chest so warm and broad she'd almost needed to kick off the quilt, the warmth stifling, his legs intertwined with hers, beard tickling her cheek as they enjoyed the last few moments before they had to part.

"What're you and Newton doing today, Muffin?"

She hummed, pressing her lips against the bare skin of his chest. Because of course he slept in only his boxers in February, when there was still snow clinging to the ground in the forest. "I wanted to go outside and paint but it's too cold, I'd give up after 5 minutes."

Anthony had grunted, his nose tilting her chin up before his lips claimed hers, tongue slipping over hers, so gentle her chest ached.

"I can fix that. Give me two weeks."

She had no idea what he meant. Of course she didn't. She'd walked into the living room that afternoon to find Anthony with a pencil behind his ear, tape measure in hand his handsome brow furrowed and confusion had risen in her chest.

"What're you doing, bear?"

Anthony hummed, his eyes flicking towards her as her jotted down a number, staring at the wall closest to the forest. "Measuring."

She rolled her eyes wrapping her arms around his waist from behind "Yeah, Babe, I figured. What for?"

" 's a Surprise."

She was used to this by now. The short sharp sentences he used to communicate when he didn't know how to tell her what he was really thinking.

He'd walk through the front door in the afternoon from time to time, his socks shuffling against the floor, bending to scratch Newton behind the ears with a soft smile before he'd wrap his arms around her, breathing in deeply against her neck.

"I saw a badger today. Had babies with it and I took a pictures because I thought it would make you smile."

And it did, it always did, first of all because baby woodland creatures were adorable, but also because she saw it for what it truly was: Anthony thinking about her.

and she could tell, whatever it was going to be: He was doing it again. Standing in their living room with a heart she'd embroidered on his sleeve. So she let it slide.

A week later, Anthony shifted awkwardly as he stood at the door at 3am on a Saturday morning, his hands shoved in his pockets,

"Muffin, I have to go into town this morning if I'm going to get this done by the end of the day. You need anything?"

"Get what done?" She'd poked his ribs curiously, smiling at the affectionate way he caught her wrists, tugging her against his chest, his lips finding hers.

" 's a Surprise. I'll bring you a pastry." snatched one of his flannel shirts off the sofa where she'd torn it off his body last night. He tucked her into it now, his hands slowly buttoning it over her pyjamas, kissing her forehead before he turned her by the shoulders, slapping her arse lightly. "Back to bed, I'll be back before you wake up properly."

He was.

Kate woke to the noise of the machinery she'd gotten so used to since she'd first rented that cabin, months ago now; Whirring away, closer than usual.

Kate padded downstairs, a little confused at the furniture dragged out of place, the freezing breeze whipping through their house. And then she froze.

Anthony was perched on a ladder, a circular saw in hand, cutting away large sections of the wall that led outside. The entire wall disappearing before her eyes. She whirled around, peering out the front door her mind still slow from sleep, heart hammering in her chest when they landed on the enormous panels of glass on his truck outside.

Anthony was building her windows.

"Anthony!" She called out over the noise of the saw startling him a little has he turned around, questioningly. "I love you!"

His smile was still so breathtaking. "Love you too, Muffin."

Kate waited, impatiently for Anthony to finish, for the last window to be sealed into place. She'd watched the day dawn and then dusk, perched on the sofa while Anthony toiled away, sweat beading on his forehead in the single digit weather as he grunted and heaved his muscles flexing, tool belt around his waist and honestly. She'd never been more attracted to a man ever.

She was breathless by the time he finally lay down his tool, hands on his hips as he surveyed his handiwork, her thighs squeezed together tightly as he turned towards her.

"Now you can be inside and feel like you're outside." Anthony said a little awkwardly, gesturing at the windows, then he shrugged, "I've cut a little recess for your easel in the floor."

The view was breathtaking. Anthony with his hair curling against his cheek, set against the backdrop of the forest: his element. The thoughtfulness of him stinging at her eyes, tightening her chest, her skin already on fire.

"Anthony take me upstairs right now."

His brow furrowed. "But I- I thought you'd want to see, the deer will be-"

Kate stood from the sofa, intertwining her fingers with his, tugging him against her chest, standing so close their lips brushed with every word, eyes burning together.

"Anthony, you showed me how much you love me: Let me show you how much I love you as well."

Anthony swallowed convulsively, "I'm... really sweaty."

"Good. Let me take care of you, Bear."

A growl rose in Anthony's throat his hand on the back of her neck crushing their lips together roughly, claiming her in a searing kiss that had the room reaching boiling point already.

Anthony's hands groped at her, tugging her legs up and around his waist stumbling back towards the stairs, his hands holding her tightly against him as he climbed the short flight, tearing through their bedroom door.

Kate had been breathless for hours, but now it was as though all the air had been sucked out of the house, of the entire forest, his body covering hers on their mattress as their lips met against and against. Anthony's hips were cradled in hers, already rocking steadily into her between the layers of their clothing. A stuttered grown rose in her throat as her hands tangled in his hair, tugging it free from its confines, his lips nipping roughly at the skin he was exposing hands sliding effortlessly over his own shirt on her body.

Kate's hands tugged roughly at Anthony's clothes desperate to feel his bare skin against hers, desperate to have something else along with the heady masculine scent that clung to him. Sandalwood and pine, and sweat engulfing her, the knowledge that he'd worked for her driving her forward towards him, as she slid his jeans down his legs.

His eyes were locked with hers as she pushed lightly against his chest, a clear sign she wanted him to change position, and just like always, Anthony; a huge man responded to the lightest touch almost instantly. He let her straddle him, high on his stomach for now, her bare skin sliding against him as his hands settled on her hips, eyes rolling backwards as she rolled her hips against the hard muscles of his stomach.

"Do you feel that, Anthony? Do you feel what I felt when I watched you work for me?"

"Fuck Kate." His shoulders were already heaving, his eyes glazed, and she'd barely touched him, the knowledge settling confidently in her chest.

"You worked for me Anthony, you had such a hard day. Let me take care of you."

Kate held Anthony's eyes as she slipped backwards straddling his hips now, never ceasing her grinding, her stomach clencing in anticipation.

I can't- Fuck Kate it's already so good and you haven't even-

God she was burning for him, chuckling lightly as she snapped her hips towards him, a tandem groan rising between them as they joined together.

Oh Fuck! Kate! Kate babe please! Oh fuck, Please!

Anthony's hands tried to clutch at her, tried to force her to canter towards the finish but Kate kept the pace between them steady, agonisingly slow even while her own mind screamed at her to pin him against the mattress and snap her hips against him with reckless abandon until he screamed her name.

Her fingernails dug into his chest at the feel of them together, every movement a slow roll towards the crescendo as the sound of them bounced off the walls mingling in the air together. The tension was floating in the air with their gasps and moans, with each other's names, thickening the atmosphere around them as they ground together again and again.

Kate's chest was aching while Anthony's heaved and truly, she'd never seen anything more beautiful in her entire life. His hair was like a halo around him, his face shining with exertion, his entire body slick with sweat, cooling instantly in the air around the, whine after whine filling the air, swallowed by Kate's lips the taste of them heady on her tongue.

Something feral rose in her chest, compelling her to dart forward, her teeth biting roughly at the juncture of his shoulder and neck desperate to mark him as hers.

Kate, babe, I'm so close, I'm so close, please baby.

She could barely hang on, the taste of his sweat on her tongue has heady, the feel of him against her, in her more than she could handle as they moved together clinging to one another tightly.

That's it Anthony. I love you so much. So much, Anthony.

A growl ripped fro his chest again, roaring through the room his hips snapping upwards in a savage motion, catching her completely by surprise changing the angle just slightly and-

Anthony!

The coil of heat that had been winding tighter and tighter inside her snapped completely, fingernails tearing at his chest in a bid to study herself while the world fell apart around her.

And still all that mattered was Anthony.

Anthony's back was arched against the mattress, desperate to get even closer to her, his hips stuttering erratically as a roar burst from his chest, warmth flooded her, and everything went still as Kate collapsed against her boyfriend's chest.

"Jesus fucking- If I knew that would happen I'd have built you something a while ago." Anthony gasped, reaching for the back of her neck again to seal their lips roughly together, his tongue flicking against hers flithily.

Kate's breathless laughter burst into the room, muffled by Anthony's chest. "You need to eat some granola, Bear, because as soon as you're ready, you're standing against the window while I suck your dick."

"Yes, Ma'am."

[separatist-apologist]

we’re roommates and you drunkenly passed out in my bed; move over I’m coming in For Elucien plss

I know I said I'd answer prompts tomorrow, but this one spoke to me.

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Just one drink. Famous last words, Lucien reflected from the archway of his bedroom door. Elain was sprawled across Lucien’s bed in the pale-yellow dress she’d worn earlier. Vassa was trying to make Elain feel at home now that she lived with them, a tall order considering this fortress belonged to her once fiancé. It had been Jurian, though, who’d convinced Elain to have a drink with a cajoling, just one drink.

Lucien had quite enjoyed watching Elain and Vassa play a loud game on the lawn that humans enjoyed, tossing little bags of beans into a board with carved out holes. Elain had laughed and jumped and clapped her hands, even hugging Vassa in delight when she made a particularly advantageous throw.

She’d been a surprise, showing up on the front door, bags in hand with Cassian beside her. Elain lives here now, Cassian had announced, as if it were just that simple. Elain had stood there utterly silent, face pale and eyes dull. Three months had passed and Lucien while didn’t know what had prompted the Night Court to exile her, he did know he had no intention of sending her back.

“Elain,” he called. She didn’t move. Lucien stepped into the room, ignoring his pounding heart at the sight of her laying atop the umber colored blanket he routinely slept beneath. He sat beside her head, poking her in the ribs. “Elain.”

“Go away,” she whispered, swatting at him.

“This is my bed,” Lucien reminded her. Elain peeked open an eye.

“Not tonight,” she informed him with a boldness that inflamed his blood.

“You sure about that?” Lucien taunted, kicking his boots off theatrically. Elain’s eyes narrowed.

“You wouldn’t dare,” she whispered, unaware of what Lucien would dare in an effort to be closer to her. Lucien rolled her over, ignoring the squeak that escaped her lips.

“Scoot over,” he grumbled when she applied resistance.

“You’re going to knock me to the floor!” she complained, swatting at him again. They engaged in that battle of wills for a moment before Lucien reminded himself he was much stronger than her. He half lifted her to the opposite half of the bed, flung his part of the blanket back, and crawled beneath before she could gain back her lost ground.

“You’re rude,” she whispered, back facing him. Lucien yanked his shirt over his head, skin burning with heat.

“And you’re spoiled,” he replied, pleased when she looked over her shoulder. Her eyes darted from his face to his bare chest, eyes widening.

“Put your shirt back on,” she whispered.

“Absolutely not,” he replied, obsessed with the soft, musky scent that was radiating from her part of the bed.

“I’m a lady.”

“The hell you are,” he retorted, settling against the pillows, hands behind his head. “What kind of lady crawls into a strange males bed?”

Elain rolled onto her back, head turned to look at him. “I don’t like my room,” she admitted. “I think its haunted.”

Well that was news to Lucien, he thought with fascination. “Oh?”

“I hear moaning—”

He cut her off with his laugher. “That’s just Jurian next door. He’s always touching himself.”

She fidgeted. “It was Graysen’s room,” she finally admitted. “I found some of his things.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Lucien replied, some of his amusement fading.

“This is my punishment. I figured…” she figured he’d done it purposefully to hurt her.

“Punishment for what?” he demanded, rolling to his side and scooting closer. “Why did they send you here?”

Elain turned to her side, too, head propped up on her forearm. Their faces were close enough he could smell the faint scent of wine on her breath. Darkness blanketed them and though he saw well enough, he wished he had a light so he could really study her.

“I’m supposed to be watching you,” she admitted. Lucien bristled at that.

“You’re spying on me?” he asked, surprised by how the thought of her betrayal stung so badly.

She snorted. “No. Every letter I’ve sent back is the same. I tell them you don’t leave, that you spend your time reading and drinking.”

“All true,” he replied, his anger abating. “Why wouldn’t you tell them the truth?” The truth, of course, that Lucien had been teaching her Prythian politics when she allowed it. He’d divulged his own knowledge to her, things he didn’t want anyone but her to know. Things that would give Night Court an advantage if they knew his allies, his contacts, his enemies.

“You’ve always been nice,” Elain murmured, biting her bottom lip as she considered her next words. “And I told them I didn’t want to do this, and they ignored me anyway. Everyone ignores me and if they don’t, I’m just…decoration, if that. And you never made me feel like that.”

“You’re my mate,” he replied, hating how she winced when he said the word. “I could no sooner ignore my own beating heart.”

The alcohol was making more than just her bold. He hadn’t meant to say that. Elain didn’t move, even when he dragged his hand from behind his head to brush hair from her face. “You can spy on me if you need to.”

“Maybe I want to tell you all their secrets,” Elain whispered, inching closer. Lucien smiled.

“I already know them, Elain. You don’t need to compromise your loyalty.”

She exhaled gently. “Then what use am I to you?”

“You’re a fun drinking partner,” he replied with an unrepentant grin. “You aren’t required to serve a purpose, though. You can do whatever you like.”

“What if I want to sleep in your bed every night?” she asked, coming a hair closer. Lucien’s breath hitched in his throat. Hoping she didn’t know how badly his body ached from her words, he replied, “You can sleep wherever you like.”

“And if I wanted to kiss you?”

“You’ve had a lot to drink,” he said nervously, swallowing thickly.

“No more than you,” she told him and this time it was her who brushed hair from his face. “Are you too drunk to kiss me?”

He couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe as she came closer and closer. She pressed soft, smooth lips and against his own while Lucien fought every instinct that urged him to drag her against him and do much, much more than kissing. Still, he kissed her back, letting his lips slide between her own.

He was over before it began, utterly chaste and life ruining in its intensity. He’d long fantasized what it would be like to kiss her and nothing he’d ever dreamt up compared to the real thing. Elain smiled sweetly, curling herself around his body with a loud yawn.

“I’d like to do that again.”

“If you remember in the morning.”

She didn’t protest when his arms wrapped around her. “As if I could forget kissing you.”

[tfw-tajaaa]

how do you think Misty Day would be asking F!Reader (or gn!Reader) to marry? Do you think she would want to get married? hc plss

Holy...We're married??

Hc with Misty asking F!reader to marry her, this is the cutest shit ever. Im actually at lunch rn, but i COULD NOT pass up this opportunity and put it off. I love this sm.

So she would wake up one day and make the decision. Literally, she woke up one day, looked at her pretty lover, kissed your nose as she always does and said to herself, "gosh, im gonna ask you to marry me...today" under her breath.

She would treat it like such a normal day, she would wait until you woke up to the slow rhythm of "People Are Strange" by The Doors, greet you with the loveliest "g'morning sunshine" and wait to cook breakfast with you.

You wouldn't even expect for her to propose, but Myrtle did. Myrtle could tell waaayyy before you even let the thought cross your mind, maybe because of the way Misty came to her asking if the greenhouse had bloomed enough for the prettiest proposal.

The topic "should we get married" has come up before but not once has she EVER doubted herself in this. She knows she wants to marry you, she knows how elated she'd be to finally call you her wife, she can already feel the words "We're married" roll off her tongue like her favorite flavor, she can hear your beautiful voice she loves so much answering to "Oh beautiful wife of mine.". This is a vision she's had, this is something she wants and lord, she wishes you want it too.

And why wouldn't you?? this is literally THE mist day. The misty day who notices the slightest tone change when Madison says something, the Misty Day who literally looks you in the eye when confessing her love. The Misty Day who knows your body better than you yourself. Your Misty Day, yours.

So obviously when she said she had something important to ask you in the greenhouse, your heart dropped a few inches. Bc why was she being serious now? kinda scary when she grabs your hand, her smile lines fade, and she leads you somewhere... but you trust her. You trust her to know she'd never hurt you.

As the greenhouse is lit, and the flowers are blossoming as though spring is right around the corner, and the other witches form on both side. Misty fishes something from her pocket, turns to you holding your left hand so delicately

"Y/n, will you marry me?"

Those words slip through one ear and out the other, tears automatically welling in your eyes, "dear, oh my lord, yes, Misty" just a flood of emotions, everything good.

The best part is when she slides a simple silver band on your finger. "I know it's not much but-" she starts off looking down at it, "Now you shut your mouth Misty, Anything from you is more than enough. I love you more than anything money can buy. This is not a representation of our love, it doesnt have to be." She breaks out into a smile and finally you both go in for a hug.

This hug is different than all the others, you're both crying, you're both shaking, but you're happy. Content.

This is what people mean when they say "I found my person", bc you did. You found her and now she's with you forever.

Nsfw:)))

Dear lord, this sex is so sweet. so soft. Full of giving. She's a mix of a pillow princess and a giver, but tonight in her opinion was all about you. Meanwhile, for you, tonight was all about her.

So while she was moaning your name, you was going down on her in the best possible way. Squeezing her thigh, kissing along her entrance, and eating her out as though this was your first and last meal of forever.

she felt the softness of your skin, blazing. It was as though this was all amped by 1000. The feeling, the orgasm, the love in the air. It was heavy and hot, but slow and sweet.

This was the beginning of something to not end for a loooong time.