#and while running i put together that scott did it
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I had a dream where there was a murder mystery and some of the suspects were Obama, the couple from Ruthless People, Scott Bakula [like, present day, not QL era], three people from my middle school, and like half my immediate family, and upon getting an ending I didn't like [Scott was the killer] I woke up, remembered 90% of the dream including a final chase sequence, decided that ending SUCKED and I didn't wanna be awake yet, fell RIGHT back asleep, and returned right back to my fuckin dream and got a different ending that I now cannot remember [it wasn't any of the people I listed, but I also can't really remember who it was? It was a guy, and he was affluent, but I dont remember rip]
You WISH you were me
#i once had the same story 8 nights in a row. where id go to bed and pick up where i left off#imagine youre standing on the side of the road in a parking lot by ur old middleschool#and its nighttime and ur waiting for a couple from a movie you saw [apparently your friends]#to come pick up something they left in your car#and youre getting a bit nervous cause its nighttime and even tho ur in a safe area. thats scary#suddenly theres a man approaching and you get very anxious#holding your pepper spray in ur pocket#until he gets close enough and you realize its 70 yo st louis actor Scott Bakula#and hes looking for his dog. which was actually my dog in the dream but. ig my brain couldnt be fucked to make up a dog on its own#and since hes from st. louis originally you in your dream do not kick up a fuss because of course hes here. you do not even get starstruck#you treat him like any dude and start helping him look for his lost dog#cause his neck of the woods is like 10 minutes away. he doesnt know the area well. but YOU do#you guys get tired and you tell him that road is stacked like cordwood anyway and the traffic would be too slow to hit the dog#and you take a break at the local ice cream parlor thats been in this spot since before you could walk#and you see former president of the united states Barack Obama eating an ice cream cone. in full suit. with no one around him.#and instead of going âoh shit its obamaâ you think âhes out of town and has no one to sit with him#i should go sit with him. come along scottâ and so you sit with him after getting your cones#before you know it all three of you are looking for scotts damn fool dog which. again. is actually YOUR dog that he has ownership of instea#you find the fucker by the vape shop being played with by the employees and invite the merry band back to your house since its only#a short walk away. you text the Ruthless People couple to come to your house instead of that parking lot#and so on. man. what.#my house also wasnt my house. it was way bigger and had more rooms#someone got murdered. mystery began. i was the prime suspect and was gonna be thrown in jail Ace Attorney style#if i didnt come up with a different suspect in time#and i couldnt so i kicked out the screen of the window they were holding me in and ran out#and while running i put together that scott did it#and probably influenced by that stupid âim a runnerâ photo. who else but scott comes running after me#and he may be 70 but hes still 6 foot nothing and i have no strength and i still managed to throw the bastard down#which is around when i woke up. and i decided that sucked. and went back to bed#picked back up with me being convinced by scott that it WASNT him
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Poly!141 x fem!Reader
âLove, are you sure we need all these lights?â You glanced up from your position on the floor and glared at John who stood over you. His usual commanding presence and persona immediately disappeared once your eyes connected. âRightâŠsorry. Consider it done, Maâam.â A grin formed on your lips as you watched the man retreat, going back to where a bunch of Christmas lights were waiting to be hung.
Simon was already there, waiting for him, knowing there was nothing they could do against you during Christmas. After all, it wasnât the first time they spent with you, but itâs the first time you spent together as more than just friends. More than just a team, a task force.
âKin ah come in yit?â You chuckled at Johnnyâs whine. âNot yet!â He complained under his breath before you heard him retreat further back into the house you all lived in. Kyle, who was sitting on the couch, watching you wrap the gifts you had gotten for the Scott, chuckled. âYouâre mean. Heâs really clingy today, just wants to be close to you.â But you just shook your head, concentrating on folding the wrapping paper without ripping it.
After a few more minutes, filled with fin paper, sticky tape, and bows, you called Johnny and let him know that he could come back into the living room. He immediately sprinted through the house, before you felt him slipping across the floor and into your back, hugging you tightly. âFockinâ finally.â His face was nuzzled into your neck as he wrapped his legs around you as well. A laugh escaped your lips as you reached back, running your fingers through his mohawk. âSorry, I kept you waiting, Johnny.â
ââ Is alright. Gotcha now.â You hummed and leaned back against him, but were interrupted when complaints were aired. âLeave some for us, MacTavish.â Simonâs gruff voice made you grin, and without hesitation, you stretched your arms up and in his direction. Easily, almost too easily, he pried Johnnyâs arms and legs from around you and lifted you up, while you clung onto him like a koala.
âLetâs go inspect our work and then go to bed? Santa has to have time to come down the chimney after all.â You nodded, not letting go, as the Lieutenant carried you outside, to show off the decorations. A gasp left you as you took in the beautiful and colorful lights all over your house. âLike it?â John walked out the door, clad like a lumberjack, a look that did something to you. And he knew it. âI love it. Thank you, you two.â You quickly pressed your lips against Simonâs, before waving John over and kissing him as well.
âOi! I also want one!â Johnny came sprinting out of the house without even putting on shoes, closely followed by Kyle, who was wearing shoes. With a chuckle, you gave them kisses as well, before pulling back and gazing at the decorations, as well as at your men. A grin spread across your lips. âBest Christmas ever.â
Part 2
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â„ Make U Love Me
logan âwolverineâ howlett x mutantfem!reader
âȘ youâre tired of going places where you canât scream and shout âȘ
tags: featuring the biggest asshole, scott! cheating, a little angst, violence, mentions of blood and death, slight exhibitionism, kissing, edging, dom logan, sub reader, creampie, pregnancy, oral, multiple orgasms, falling in love, etcâŠ
note: heavily inspired by robin thickeâs song with the same title. wc: 4.7k â put my heart into this.
you were scottâs girl. nothing more, nothing less.
it wasnât what you thought it would be, well back then at least.
scott was loving when you two first started dating. he would take you out, treat you like a queen, and was very attentive. but, that all started to change when his first love died in the midst of battle. jean grey.
the day she died, is the day your relationship did too. that same guy you fell in love with, turned into the guy you hated. everything stopped. he was no longer the perfect boyfriend, he was more of a royal asshole.
he wouldnât make love to you, he wouldnât put you on missions with him and when you confronted him about the changeâit would always end in a fight. you didnât deserve this, you knew you didnât. but, you couldnât break up with him. that small piece of your heart wouldnât allow you.
you knew there was a part of him that still loved you. well, you thought he did. that all changed when you and the crew got the news. jean was alive.
âi donât want you going after her, scott! whatâs so hard to understand about that?â you raised your voice, brushing past your boyfriend and putting the onions you just chopped into the hot skilletâcontinuing your recipe for tonightâs dinner.
when the professor told everyone that she was alive, scottâs ears perked up and practically begged the professor to let him be the one to go and find her. charles urged scott that it wasnât a good idea. something could go wrong and she might no longer be the jean we all knewâŠ.she could be possessed by an evil force. the dark phoenix.
but, of course scott wasnât trying to hear that. his mind was clouded with thoughts of the red head. he was still deeply in love with jean. just the thought of her had him going crazy. you knew it and it pissed you off, which brought upon the current argument you two were having now.
âwhat i donât understand is why not? sheâs one of us! i have to bring her back, with or without your permission!â you turned to him, eyes slowly turning into a deep red; the flames from the stove started to riseâsearing the vegetables that sat in the iron pan.
scott started to slowly back up, swallowing thickly as you inched closer to him; afraid of what you might do next. he locked his visor onto the burning food, which he tried to pull your attention on to, but you didnât budge. that is until you heard someone clearing their throat.
your eyes went back to its normal state and you calmed down once you took a look at logan, who stood there watching the whole ordeal. you looked back at the food and turned the stove off before looking back your boyfriend, âcome back with her and see what happens, scott.â
âââ
you didnât come out of your bedroom for dinner that night and neither did he. hell, you barely got any sleep last nightâtoo busy tossing and turning in your bed, thinking about scott and jean together. and when you finally did get some sleep, the sun started to peak over the horizonâa beautiful hue of orange painting the sky.
when you finally woke up, you pulled yourself into a much needed hot shower, before putting on your favorite pair of flare jeans and a cute top paired with some leather bootsâheading downstairs to see what was happening for today. the children passed by, running and walking to hangout after class, while you made your way down the wooden stairsâlooking for your boyfriend.
you wanted to talk to him about yesterday, hopefully to make peace with what transpiredâbut it seems like he had other plans when you spotted him holding hands & walking with the newly resurrected jean. and to top it all off, he was wearing a big toothy smile like he was kid in a candy store. oh you were pissed.
they disappeared further into the mansion as you stormed downstairsâeyes darkening while you were hot on their tails, ready to confront them; that is until you were trapped between two big muscle bound arms. âlet me go logan!â you tried to free yourself from his grasp, but there was no use. he wasnât letting you go.
âneed you to cool off. donât need you to go all âflame on!â on them today.â he chuckled and ushered you towards the front door, both of you going towards the academyâs garage and pulling off in his car.
you tossed back your shot of vodka, grimacing at the strong burning sensation, before tapping your glass for more. logan had took you to a bar, so you could drink to your hearts content and stop that flame from igniting within you.
âheâs a fucking asshole.â you spoke, downing your drink again then turning to look at the male sitting right next to you. he nodded in agreement and sipped on his whiskey, letting you vent to him.
âI feel like such an idiot, falling in love with someone who doesnât love me.â
âhis fault he couldnât see what right in front of him.â you passed, wide eyed, looking at the side of his rugged face while he finished off his drink. what did he mean by that?
âpretty lil thing like you deserves to be treated like a princess, not by someone like him.â his compliment made you press your thighs together and shift in your seat.
âand whoâs gonna treat me like one?â you hummed, placing your hand on his arm, pressing against him. it might been the liquid courage that had you feeling so bold, but you knew exactly what you were doing.
logan grunted and smirked, shaking his head before his pretty hazel eyes locked on yours, âcareful, doll. donât know what you might be getting yourself into.â
âmaybe i do~â you flirted back, lips ghosting his ears, making goosebumps rise on his skin. you wanted him badly right now. you didnât care that the two of you were out in a bar, it made no difference. you wanted to take him right here and now.
âletâs play some pool.â he got up from his seat and grabbed your hand, making you sigh in response. maybe you were getting ahead of yourself?
âââ
the two of you played pool for the next couple of hours. logan was surprised to see that you were really good at the game, even more shocked that you had him on a losing streak. âgood thing you didnât put money on it.â you teased, striking the 8ball into one of the holes, winning your fifth game for the night.
âwould ask you to play another game, but itâs time we get back to the mansion. barâs bout to close.â he pointed out and you took a look around, seeing only four patrons left and the bartenders cleaning their glasses. you pouted and racked the balls back into the middle of the table, before grabbing loganâs hands and leaving the bar.
the two of you stood outside of the car for a bit, logan puffing on his cigar while you enjoyed the nightâs cool breezeâmind running rampant with what happened in the bar between you and him.
âloââ you began, making him turn his attention towards youâthe sight of him blowing out smoke did something to you; everything about the male aroused you. why didnât you see him like this before? maybe you wouldâve been happier with him.
âcan i kiss you?â you breathed out, stepping closer to him; body heat overpowering the crisp air outside. âdollâŠ.â he began, but you stopped himânot ready for him to reject your feelings just yet.
âI know you felt something in there with me. if i felt it, i know you did. so, kiss me. prove me wrongâŠ.â you pulled him by his flannel, eyes sparkling with hope and desire; as they flickered to his lips. he searched your face, before he flicked his cigar on the ground and pulled you in closeâhis lips melting on yours.
you wrapped your arms around his neck while his hands moved to the middle of your back, before falling to your assâsqueezing the plump flesh through your jeans. as much as he wanted to pull back, he didnâtâyou were so addictive, he just had have all of you.
his tongue slipped into your mouth and he picked you up and placed you on the hood of the carâkiss becoming passionate by the moment. the taste of the cigar he just smoked and traces of his whiskey had your mind spinning, and your cunt throbbing. âlogannn~â
âi know, princess. smelled how bad you wanted it inside of the bar.â he grunted and his thick fingers quickly unfastened your jeanâs button, tugging them down slightlyâbefore he slipped his hand into your pants, rubbing your throbbing clit through your yellow panties.
âshit youâre soaked. heâs never made you feel like this, right?â he grunted in your ear, pulling your panties to the side and finally connecting the tips of his fingers to your aching clit, rubbing it slowly.
âno never, he never made me wet like thisâfuckâonly you lo~â the sweet moan you let out drove him insane, it fueled him and he couldnât help but to quicken his pace; making your back arch off the hood of the car. gasping, you reached down to hold onto his wrist, trying to stop his pleasurable tormentâbut it did nothing. he kept going, making you buck your hips up into his palm.
âso needy. summers is such an idiot for letting this go.â logan moves his fingers down to your sodden hole, palm pressing right down onto your clit, making your body jolt in response. despite the tight confinement of your pants, his hand was able to work wonders on your lower halfâpumping in and out of your cunt.
you gushed over his fingers each time it hit your spot. the pressure that was building up in the pit of your tummy was becoming unbearable. you desperately needed to let go, show him how good he made you feel.
âgonna cumâall over your fingers!â you warned, eyes starting to roll back into your head as you felt that feeling you loved so much start to burst. that is, until he pulled his fingers away. your eyes shot opened and you watched him suck your juices off of his digits.
âgotta get you home, dollâ he fastened your pants and helped you off the hood of the car; before going to the passenger side, opening the door for you. shooting daggers at him as you stomped your way to the car, you watched as he hopped in the driver seatâignoring your stares.
you didnât bother opening your mouth to speak either. too frustrated, tired and horny to talk. so, you opted to lay your head against the window and watched as the trees became blurred on the way back to the mansion.
as logan pulled the car up the schoolâs drive, you could see the resurrected red head and scott standing outsideâtheir lips glued on one another. you shared a look with logan and shook your head. you didnât have the energy anymore, it was obvious where his heart lied.
getting out of the car, the two pulled back once they noticed the both of you approachingâscott looking like he had seen a ghost. âbaby! i-iââ
âgo to hell scottâ brushing past them, you slowly made your way to your roomâlogan a few feet behind. logan looked at scott and just shook his head. idiot.
he just planted you right into his hands, and boy was he going to keep you there.
âââ
the following weeks started to get better and better for you. getting closer to logan was the best thing to ever happen to you. the two of you would spend almost everyday together, most of the days ended with you finally getting to cum around his fingers and all over his face. you were happier, almost like you were in the beginning before scott ruined it. and he noticed it to.
but, you didnât care what he thought about what you were doing. he ruined his chances of being happy with you ever again and he knew it.
currently you and logan were in an empty class room, with him between your plush thighs; working a third orgasm out of you for today. small hands were tangled in his soft brown locsâtugging them as you grinded your orgasm out on his face. logan pulled away once you calmed down, his beard and half of his face being covered in your slickâwhich he happily licked up; well what he could.
he helped you off the table and pulled your skirt up while peeling your cold wet panties off. âthese? are for me,â you blushed, watching him put them in his pocket before pulling you close. his hands fell to your rear and those eyes that you loved to get lost in, stared right at you; before he pressed his lips against yours.
you melted in the kiss. your body relaxing as the two of you moved in sync, hands moving across each otherâs bodies. ever since that day at the bar, you noticed a change in yourself. a change you slowly welcomed. love. you were falling deeply in love with the wolverine. it was different type of love you and scott had. this one felt like one of those loveâs where you could see the two of you grow old and have a bunch of mutant babies.
you wanted to tell him how you felt, how he made you feel, but you were scared. scared that he might reject you. so, you opted for the latter. being his friend with benefits.
âlogan, I wanna suck your dick~â you pulled back, eyes traveling down to his noticeable bulge, then back up at him.
âdonât wanna hurt you princess. plus ive got a class in fifteen minutes,â he warned and you smirked, slowly sinking down to your knees. âso? ill make you cum in ten~â.
the clinking sound of his belt being dropped to floor, along with his pants, filled the room. he watched with low eyes as you pulled his fully erect length outâcock twitching when he heard you gasp. you now understood why he never fucked you, he was way too big. there was no way your walls would survive that, right?
your mouth salivated at the sight and you could slowly feel yourself becoming even more aroused. gripping his cock and swiping your tongue over the tip, you moaned at the taste of his sweet precum, before you took him into your mouth. he tossed his head back, loving the feeling of your warm wet mouth around him, while you slowly started to take him even deeper.
his big hands practically flew to the back of your head when he felt you gag around him, once he hit the back of your mouth, slowly creeping into your throat.
âdid you just cum? hm, princess?â he locked eyes with you, smelling the familiar scent of your arousalâknowing exactly how you smelled when you came.
you whimpered, still slobbering all over his cock before the grip on your head got tighter and he pressed your pretty little head down harder; nose nuzzled in his bush of brown hairs.
you gagged, but he didnât give you time to adjust as he continued to repeat his actionsâpulling you off of his cock by your hair before forcing you right back on; fucking your mouth to his liking. the more he moved the more arousing it became for the both of you, causing you to relax your throat, letting him fill it with his thick cock.
the sound of you gagging and sucking on his cock along with the smell of your cunt dripping with excitement, had the six foot two man going feral. his pretty eyes fluttered in the back of his head and he forcefully pushed your head deep in his bushâ letting out one of the sexiest growls you ever heard as he poured thick ropes of cum down your throat.
the warm sensation had you dripping right onto the classroomâs wooden floors, moaning at his taste before you swallowed. his grip loosened and you pulled back, gasping for air.
âtold ya i could make you cum~â
âââ
finding yourself back into your room, you were scared by the dark figure sitting on your bed; making you jump out of your clothes like a cartoon character. flickering on the light, scott sat on your bed wearing a plain look on his face.
âthe hell you doing in my room, scott?â you kicked off your shoes, glaring at the brunette. he adjusted his visor before getting up, towering over you a bit.
âyou and logan been really close lately. whatâs up with that?â you stared at him before giggling. he wasnât possibly serious? you ignored him and tried to move around him, only for him to grab you and pull you back.
âgrab me again and thatâll be the last thing youâll ever do. get out of my room and go be with jean. me and you are finished.â you stared into his ruby red colored visor, making sure he got the point. the mutant scoffed and shook his head, âfine. go be a whore for logan, sure heâd love that.â
you didnât even give him time to react before sending a fire induced smack to his face, causing him to yell out from the painful sensation. he was quick to recover, ready to aim his optic lasers at you; until a fist came flying at himâknocking him to the ground. logan stood there for a minute, taking a look at you to make sure you were alright, before pouncing on scott.
you watched as logan nearly beat him bloody before stepping in, tugging on his black button upâbegging him to stop. however, the raspy voice of the professor entered all of your minds, stopping everyoneâs movements.
âthe dark phoenix has risen and attacked me. jean grey is no longer with us. teachers, meet me in the infirmaryâ
logan looked at you and grabbed scott, slinking him around his shoulders, âgo meet me in the infirmary. im gonna take him to his room and have hank look after him.â you nodded and practically raced to the infirmary, meeting the rest of the x-men. they surround xavierâs comatose body, talking amongst each other about what was going on, until ororo started speaking.
âthe professor was attacked a few minutes ago by the x-men we once knew as jean grey. however, the friend we knew and once loved is now gone and is being possessed by a dark entity. this being is catastrophic and we must stop it before itâs too lateââ she paused and took a look at her fellow mutants, before raising an eyebrow.
âwhereâs scott?â
âheâs out of commission for a while. ill catch him up later.â loganâs arm snaked around you waist, appearing behind you and answering her question. she nodded and continued with the details of the mission, before listing out names of those who would be on it.
you and logan were the main frontmen for this mission. storm had converged a plan on how it should go down, along with a plan b; warning you guys that thereâs a slight chance it might end bad. she put her faith in you and the team, before dismissing everyone. the mission would take place tomorrow.
âââ
sitting on loganâs surprisingly soft bed, you relaxed while he was in the shower. your mind was running rampant about what could possibly happen tomorrow. being that this could possibly be the end, frightened you, especially since you havenât told him how you felt.
âlogan?â you called out, listening to the calming sound of the shower running.
âyeah?â he responded and you got up from his bed and stripped out of your clothes, joining him in the shower. the sight of his nude, wet body was breathtaking. so very breathtaking, that you couldnât help but break down and cryâsobbing as the warm water painted your face.
those thick eyebrows raised and he immediately pulled you close, rubbing circled on your back; along with rubbing your head. âhey, talk to me. wonât be able to understand you when youâre crying like this, princess.â
you nodded in his hairy chest before pulling back, sniffling. this was the time to let it all out, let him know how you feel.
âi love you. i love you so fucking bad, logan. youâre all i think about. i think about us getting married and having a litter or two of kidsâŠâ he laughed at and kissed your temple, before urging you to continue.
âyouâve been there for me for a while now. you uplifted me and showed me what true love is. and it pains me to know that thereâs a possibility that tomorrow could take this away from me.â more tears poured out of your eyes and he cupped your face, kissing away your tears.
logan honestly felt the same. he fell in love with you the moment you joined the x-men. even when you got with scott, he still loved you. he just knew it was fate that the two of you were meant to be. he moved his lips down to your soft plump ones, making you melt on the spot.
the kiss the two of you shared held such passion, that you wished you could stay like this forever.
âi love you too, princess. but, you will tell me this tomorrow; when we win.â he kissed from your lips down to your neck before stopping at the middle of your chestâkissing one of your mounds and holding the other; earning a moan from you.
âin the meantime, how about we get started on that litter?â you giggled and nodded your head, before your back was against the wall with his cock in between your legsâwarming up from your heat, while he pinched one of your perky nipples and sucked on the other.
slick started to pool and drip onto his cock as he continued to tease your sensitive breasts, fueling your arousal. âplease, babyâŠ.donât tease meâwanâ you inside of me~â
he pulled away from your nipple with a âpopâ echoing after, still teasing the other one with his rough hands, a smirk painted on his rugged face. âyou sure youâre ready for that, doll?â he asked and you nodded profusely. lifting up your leg, he rubbed himself on your slick coated slit, using your essence as lubricant and then pushed himself into your tightness.
he threw his head back from how you felt, and your walls clung to him; clenching and unclenching around him. the pressure he was putting on your clit, had you cumming prematurely. he smirked and pulled himself out, making you whimper; already missing how he filled you upâeven though it was just the tip.
he repeated that process, pushing his cock in and pulling you out, earning more lewd noises from you and your pretty pussy. âlogannn, please fuck me already!â he grunted in response and slammed himself insideâfilling you to the brim with his cock. you squealed from the pleasurably painful sensation that coursed through you, kissing him to distract you from the pain.
the grip on your leg tightened as he started to pound your sweet little pussy, walls stretching past its normals limits. the more he fucked you, the more your cunt became molded to the shape of his cock. it was evident that you were made for him.
by now, the water had gotten cold and he continued to rut inside of youâcunt coating his cock with your creamy white fluids. he was drowning in your sweet fluids and he didn't need a floatieâhe had reached nirvana.
in one swift motion, the shower was off and you were in his armsâlegs wrapped around his waist while he was still inside; carrying you out of the shower & over to the bathroom sink. he pulled out momentarily as he placed you on your feet and turned you around, your fat ass facing him; while he plunged right back inside of your middle.
pushing your arch down, placing his hands on your hipsâhe reached deeper than before, causing you to scream. âdick too big for you baby?â you nodded and he chuckled, grinding himself against you until he started to pound you silly.
you tried to open your mouth to speak, to warn him that you were going to cum, but your mind was too fucked out to process anything; so you let out a sweet moan. âgo ahead and cum for me princess. could feel her twitching around me.â
it was amazing how he knew your body so well already and it didnât take long for you to heed his words, cumming hard on his dick while he continued to make your cunt his. the tightness of your walls squeezing him, broke him and he couldnât help but to cum buckets inside of youâfilling your tummy up with his kids.
the two of you panted, bodies shaking as your orgasms came over youâyour head being pulled back so he could press a kiss to your lips.
âi love you, princess.â
âââ
blood covered the blue and yellow suits the team wore as the dark phoenix made paint out of their blood. the fight wasnât going so good. some of you were gravely injured, possibly on the brink of death, while some of you tried to catch your breaths; still able to fight.
you looked over at a bleeding logan, worried about the wounds he had received, catching his eyes. âdonât worry, itâll heal.â
he charged towards the being, claws fully unsheathed, with you and few others following suit; only to be tossed away like peons. you laid there in pain, ready to accept defeat, until you heard the crunching of the dirt nearby. turning your head you were shocked to see scott, staring down the possessed body of his old lover.
scott turned to look at you and logan, and smiled before inching closer toward them. your eyes shot open, you knew exactly what he was going to do. âscott! wait,ââ but it was already too late.
with the help of colossus, the leader of the x-men was tossed over to jeanâgrabbing onto her before a red flash of light blinded you all. once it cleared, the two were gone. the only thing that stood where they once were, was scottâs yellow & red custom visor.
you sat there in disbelief. you never expected this to happen. yeah, you his guts, but you never expected him to sacrifice himself. better yet, die.
âcâmon doll, letâs go home~â loganâs raspy voice pulled you out of your thoughts, holding out his hand which you gladly accepted. you turned around, looking at where he was one last time, before turning around heading back to the jet.
ââ
5 months later.
âand here lies the visor that was once used by our leader and hero of the x-men, cyclops. he will be missed.â logan spoke to the new students joining the academyâgiving them a tour, stopping at scottâs memorial.
âlogan~â your voice called out to him, making him turn his attention over to youâhis beautiful pregnant wife. âalright kids, gonna turn this over to our new teacher; ms. frost,â the blonde stepped up with a smile and took over while your husband jogged over to youâkissing your growing belly before moving up to your lips.
âweâre gonna be late! this is the appointment where we get to see the babyâs gender!â
it mightâve started off rough, but you were finally happy and in love.
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Love your stuff! You are such a good writer!
Could you write something about Scott and reader being in a secret relationship and she's javis little sister and every guy on both teams have been told she's off limits. Reader is more Innocent and sweet so javi is super protective of her Scott and the reader didn't listen and have been seeing each other and at the hotel one night they were making out in the truck and javi catches them and him and Scott get in fight where Tyler and Boone have to break it up. Things are said bw the reader and javi and he storms off. Scott and the reader go to her room and she cleans up his cuts from the fight and they say their first I love yous and decide no matter they are staying together have a romantic night of love making makingâ€ïž(maybe since the reader is sweet and innocent she can be a virgin thats up to you)
Pairing: Scott Miller x fem! Reader
Genre: Romantic smut, fluff at the end
Word count: 6.8k
Warnings: Secret relationship, arguing/fighting, p in v sex (unprotected), shower sex
a/n: The virgin idea is completely up to the reader bc I never clarified. Also I lowkey went off the rails with this one, but hopefully this lives up to your expectations <3 thank you for the request and your compliment đ
As Javiâs little sister youâre used to his overprotective antics, starting from the day you began going to school with him. Heâs always been very extreme in making sure no one gets their hands on you. Which is infuriating, to say the least.
So once you started chasing storms with him and his team, it truly was no surprise that he made sure to make it known that you were strictly off limits. But unfortunately for him, you caught the eye of his extremely tall, handsome, and romantic friend.
Scott isnât as big of a dick as he pretends to be, which you found out after running into him at your brother's place a couple months ago. Scott had caught you coming back from the bar alone and walked you to your room. He made sure you got inside okay, he helped you change clothes, get into bed, and then even stayed until you fell asleep because you didnât want to be alone.
Heâs a total sweetheart, but youâre the only one to see that side of him. That fact is what drives you closer to him. I mean being the only person to get his princess treatment, that's enough to make you crazy for him. Youâve been secretly dating him for the past couple months since you met each other.
A soft knock on the door brings you out of your thoughts as you begrudgingly slip out of your warm bed. Opening the door you see your older brother and audibly sigh. âJavi, it's too early.â You whine.
Scott stands behind Javi and smirks, he crosses his arms and leans against one side of the doorframe. He chuckles when he hears your whining, he always did get a kick out of how cute you are when youâre half asleep. Scott looks you up and down for a moment, letting Javi speak first though.
âCome on we need to head out soon,â Javi gives you a cheesy smile while your eyes drift to the man behind your brother, your secret boyfriend. Your body straightens as his presence wakes you up instantly.
âRight okay, give me a minute.â You quickly slam the door in their faces as a blush creeps up your cheeks. Scott was the last person you expected to see, especially while looking like this.
You quickly throw on a pair of jean shorts, a little shorter than necessary, and a pink baby tee. Brushing your hair as you check your appearance in the mirror. You put on a little bit of red lipgloss and mascara, hoping that your outfit will catch the attention of Scott and finally lead to something more than a few heated kisses.
When you open the door both Scott and Javi are still standing in the hall in front of your room. Scottâs eyes widen when he sees you come out of your room, his heart rate picks up at the sight of your exposed skin. Javi on the other hand, rolls his eyes and shakes his head at the outfit youâve picked.
âAre you really going to wear *that* today?â Javi says with a hint of disgust in his voice. Scott, on the other hand, is struggling to keep his eyes from wandering over your body.
âWhy? Whatâs wrong with my outfit?â You cross your arms over your chest as your brother hands you his flannel.
âCover up, Y/N.â Javiâs voice is firm as he clenches his jaw, stepping between you and Scott. You roll your eyes as you slip the red shirt on annoyed at his antics.
Scott canât help but stare as you slip on Javiâs flannel, he can literally feel himself drooling while he watches you do up the buttons, covering up your baby tee and short shorts that he was enjoying a minute ago. âJesusâŠâ he mumbles under his breath as he tries to snap himself out of it.
âWhatever Javi, are you gonna force me to wear pants too?â You slam your door shut and lock it before he can agree to your suggestion. Walking past the two men as you head down the stairs.
Javi rolls his eyes once again at your stubbornness and follows after you down the stairs. Scott stands still for a moment as he watches the way your hips sway with each step. He sighs before slowly following after Javi and you, his eyes not leaving his view of your backside.
âItâs too hot to be fully covered.â You murmur to your brother with a soft glare, âI donât see why you have to insist on me covering up all the time. Iâm an adult you know.â
âI donât care, I know how men think, the less skin they see the less theyâll think of you.â Javi snaps back as he follows you out of the motel and towards the parking lot. Scott watches from behind you both, not saying anything but secretly agreeing with Javi in his head.
âWhatever.â You roll your eyes. âIâm not riding with you today. Iâd rather go with Scott. Or anyone else.â Your words are slightly more venomous than intended but itâs just because youâre irritated with his attitude.
Scott smiles at your comment, Javi however, is not happy about the fact that you chose Scott over him, groans as you brush past him. âWhy do you always have to be so difficult?â Javi mutters irritably.
Scott walks over to the passenger side door and opens it for you with a soft smile. You slide into the seat, excited to spend some more alone time with him. Javi shakes his head as he walks off toward his truck, clearly annoyed with you.
Scott shuts your door behind you and strides around to the driverâs side, still with a smile on his face. He gets in and starts it up. âI donât think Iâve ever seen you defy your brother like that before.â He says with a chuckle, âIâve never seen him so pissed off either.â
You glance over at Scott, your expression softening. âItâs about time I tell him the truth, heâs so frustrating sometimes.â With a sigh, you buckle up. âPlus it means we can spend the day together you know,â you smile at him while beginning to unbutton the flannel.
When you unbutton the flannel, Scottâs heart immediately skips a beat, his mind going back to the previous sight of your baby tee and denim shorts. âYou better stop before you get us in an accident,â he mutters through gritted teeth, keeping his eyes on the road even though itâs extremely hard not to just stare at you.
A blush paints your cheeks as your hands fall from the shirt. âWhat do you mean?â You say softly with widened eyes.
He lets out a little laugh, âYouâre going to give me a heart attack sweetheart. Wearing those damn shorts and then unbuttoning the flannel right next to me? I swear youâre trying to kill me.â Scott gives you a quick glance, his eyes wandering over the shorts that were still exposed.
âWell, Iâm glad you like it.â biting down on your lip, âI tried to dress so Iâd catch your eyes.â You murmur, letting your gaze wander out the window.
A low growl leaves his throat, his hands grip the steering wheel a little tighter as you mention dressing up for him. âJesus Y/N, do you have any idea what youâre doing to me right now?â He says with a hint of irritation and lust in his voice.
Reaching over you move your hand over his, âI didnât think it would work this well,â you giggle softly as your fingers interlock together.
A small shiver courses throughout his body before he shakes it off. He lets out a breathless chuckle, âOh sweetheart, you have no idea how badly I want to pull over right now.â He lifts his hand up that youâre holding and kisses your knuckles.
Your face reddens with the implication of his words and the warm feeling of his lips against your skin. âIâm sure Javi would have something to say if you did,â
âPlease do not mention your brother right now, his name is a total mood killer,â he says with a smirk as he brings your hand into his lap, his thumb gently stroking the back of it as he drives.
âââââ
After chasing the storm and getting all of the intended data you find your way back at your brother's side. The group is bustling with conversation as everyone discusses the data they collected so far. Scott, however, has a one track mind, and it centers around you.
Watching as you talk to the others, he canât help but stare at you. Heâs always been the most observant man, but right now, he wants nothing more than to take you away from the others and keep you to himself. Your eyes flick over to Scott as you give him a sweet smile.
Scott returns your smile with his own smirk, he watches as you turn your attention back to the data reports you and everyone else collected.
He then slowly crosses over to you, standing close behind you as he listens in to your conversation. You intentionally take a step back, pressing your body against him softly.
Scott tenses when you press yourself directly against him, a small gasp leaving his mouth before he has a chance to hold it in. He takes a deep breath to steady himself, the feeling of your body against him has his mind going a mile a minute.
âOkay guys why donât we head back to the motel? We can review the data some more later.â Your brother's voice breaks up the chatter.
Hearing Javiâs voice, Scott snaps out of his daze. He clears his throat before glancing over at him, watching his expression as he looks from you to Scott and then back to you.
You give your brother an innocent smile before walking back toward Scottâs van. Javi narrows his eyes as he watches you walk with Scott back to his van, his lips pulling into a tight line. He canât explain it, but the way Scott is acting with you is making Javiâs skin crawl.
Scott tries not to walk too quickly, but heâs honestly just trying to get you away from the others. He opens the passenger side door for you, his eyes locked on yours the entire time. You smile up at him as you buckle the seatbelt.
For a brief moment, Scottâs gaze flicks down to your lap, his eyes lingering on your smooth legs before going back up to your face. A lump forms in his throat as he shuts your door, his mind wandering with thoughts of what he wants to do to you.
He quickly walks around to the driverâs side and gets into the van, letting out a huff of air and muttering, âJesus Christ, this is torturous.â
âTorturous?â You question while glancing over to him, a confused expression finding its way on your face. Scott starts the van up, the low hum of the engine filling the awkward silence for a moment.
âItâs torturous to be so close to you,â he says with a slight growl in his voice, âand not be able to put my hands on you the way I want to.â
Reaching over you grab his hand, guiding it to your thighs as he follows the rest of the team's trucks. âYou *can* touch me Scott.â Your voice is quiet as you flush once again.
A guttural groan escapes his throat when you guide his hand to your thighs. His heart rate picks up as you give him permission to touch you in the way he had been craving for months.
Scottâs hand grips the soft flesh of your thigh, his fingers digging in just slightly. He feels your smooth skin against his rough hand, his palm heating with every inch of contact.
You lean back in your seat, moaning softly at his calloused touch. Scottâs breathing becomes heavier as he hears the quiet moan you let out. He squeezes your thigh in response, his hand slowly inching higher and higher.
âSweetheart, the things I want to do to you right now,â he says with an almost pleading tone in his voice, âYou have no idea how much youâre killing me.â You grasp onto his arm softly.
After Scott is finally able to pull his hand away, he grips the steering wheel tightly with both hands, his knuckles turning white. He takes several deep breaths, trying to regain his composure.
Scott takes a glance over at you, his eyes roaming over your flushed skin, the way youâre looking at him. It takes everything he has to not pull the van over and have his way with you
âScott? Whatâs wrong?â You look at him with a slight pout, unhappy with the lack of his touch. Scott lets out a shaky breath as he parks the van and shuts it off. He shakes his head, trying to get his mind back in the right place.
He looks over at you, your pout making his chest ache with desire, âPlease sweetheart, donât look at me like that right now,â he groans with desperation in his voice, âIâm trying my best to take things slowly with you, but your making it incredibly difficult.â
The rest of the team heads toward the motel as you and Scott stay put in the van. Unbuckling your seatbelt and leaning closer to him you sigh out âScott⊠who said we have to take things slow?â
When you unbuckle your seatbelt, he canât help but tighten his grip on the steering wheel again, his muscles going rigid at your words. He looks at you with eyes darkened with lust as your face inches closer to his, but he stays in his seat.
âI-â Scottâs voice is low and hoarse, he swallows hard. âI donât want to rush into things with you, I donât want to mess this up. I donât want to push you into something youâre not ready for,â he groans softly.
âScott,â you let out a breathless sigh as you pull him by his collar pressing his lips to yours. All the willpower Scott has left snaps at the feeling of your lips on his. He groans into the kiss, his hand instantly going to the back of your head, holding you close.
He deepens the kiss, his tongue slipping past your lips and into your mouth. âF-fuckâŠâ he mutters between kisses. Your hand reaches up, cupping his cheek as you lean into him.
Scottâs head spins with the taste of you, youâre so sweet itâs almost overwhelming. He slowly moves his hand to the nape of your neck, his fingers gripping your hair and pulling you even closer. He lets out a low moan of your name as he kisses you desperately, needing more of you.
Before you can go any further, Scott is ripped out of the van and slammed into the ground. Your eyes widen as you see the fury in your brother's expression. âJavi?â You mutter, rushing out the vehicle you try to stop your brother.
Scott lands on the ground with a heavy impact and is met with Javiâs furious face looking down at him. Every ounce of Scottâs being wants to beat the shit out of Javi right now, but instead he stays put as you rush to get in between them.
Scott gets up with a grunt, spitting a little blood from his mouth âWhat the hell Javi?â
âY/N, move.â Your brother's voice is cold as he rolls up his sleeves. âI told you to stay the fuck away from her and you couldnât listen.â Your feet stay planted on the ground.
When Javi tells you to move, Scottâs eyes instantly land on you. He can see the determination in your face to stay between them.
His hands ball up into fists at the sight of Javi moving closer towards him. âSheâs a goddamn adult, she can make her own decisions and Iâm not letting her brother boss her around,â Scott says with an equal amount of coldness in his voice.
âIt doesnât matter what *you* think sheâs my baby sister.â Your brother pulls you back despite your resistance and throws a punch to Scottâs jaw.
Scottâs jaw snaps to the side with the force of the punch. He winces at the pain, but turns his head back and looks up at Javi through a split lip.
His mind is a million miles a minute, a part of him wants to fight Javi, to put him in his place. But the other part of him is worried for you. âStop Javi,â he grunts out, âthis isnât about what I think or donât think, Y/N is old enough to choose who she wants.â Scott swallows. âAnd she wants me.â
His words fill your brother with more rage as he stalks forward, not letting up on his stance. You try to hold your brother back by his waist.
âJavi stop it, please.â You try to plead with him but he just tells you to stay out of it, peeling your arms away from him.
Scott doesnât want to fight Javi, but he canât just sit and let him attack him either. He throws punches at Javi, landing a few in his gut and in his face, bloodying his nose. Every punch he throws is filled with a mixture of anger and worry.
âStop Javi, this is insanity!â he mutters between clenched teeth. Tyler and Boone come over with confused expressions as they separate the two.
âJavi? Whatâs going on here?â Tyler questions as they successfully separate the two. Scott glares at Javi through the blood on his face, breathing hard from the fight. When he sees Tyler and Boone, his eyes flicker over to you, checking to make sure youâre okay.
Javi has bloody knuckles and a swollen lip. He points at Scott with his bloodied hand. âHe was disrespecting my sister,â he growls out.
âHe wasnât disrespecting me Javi!â You step in front of your brother, crossing your arms over your chest. âYouâre acting like a child. Iâm allowed to make my own choices.â Your voice is harsh.
Javiâs expression hardens as you speak, standing at his full height and towering over you as you step in front. He scoffs at you as you tell him you can make your own choices.
âIâm trying to protect you! Heâs only going to break your heart. Heâs not good enough for you,â he practically snarls at you.
âI donât need your protection.â Your eyes narrow, âJavi I can take care of myself. I donât need you to protect me anymore.â
Javiâs expression darkens as you say you can take care of yourself. He shakes his head, letting out a scoff. âWhy are you so hellbent on defying me all of a sudden?â He glares at you. âDo you seriously think Iâm going to just stand by and let him break your goddamn heart?â
You let out a frustrated sigh as Boone and Tyler release the two other men, noticing their less aggressive demeanors. âJavi just stop it, please.â your eyes soften as you look at him.
Javiâs expression softens as you look at him with pleading eyes, his shoulders drooping at the sight of your look.
âFine.â He mutters before walking past you, âBut Iâm only backing off because you askedâŠâ He storms off to his motel room and shuts the door behind him.
You let out an exhausted sigh as you thank Tyler and Boone, apologizing for your brother's outburst. They both assure you that itâs okay and understand that your brother is just looking to protect you in his own way.
Scott stands off to the side, watching the whole time and trying not to interfere. He uses the back of his hand to wipe the blood from his lip and chin. Everything is quiet for a moment before he speaks up. âSweetheart..â
You turn to him with worried eyes, âAre you okay?â your tone is soft as you brush a hand over his bruised cheek.
Scottâs expression softens at your question. He lets out a small sigh and reaches up to gently grasp the hand youâre using to touch his cheek. Scott leans into your touch, his eyes studying your face.
âIâm fine,â he replies in a quiet voice, âI just canât stand seeing you caught in the middle like this.â
âDonât worry, Iâm used to him being so hot headed.â You murmur softly. âCome, letâs go to my room. Iâll clean you up.â teeth clamping down on your lip as you gaze up at him.
Scott nods silently, a small smirk forming on his cut lips. He reaches down to grab your hand, intertwining his calloused fingers with yours as you lead him to your motel room.
âYou sure your brother wonât kill me when we go in there?â he teases, referencing the earlier fight. You roll your eyes playfully while pulling him behind you.
âJust forget about him Scott,â you unlock the door leading him inside. Scott lets out a quiet chuckle as he follows you into the room. He runs a hand through this messy hair as he stands by the bed, suddenly realizing how disheveled he must look. The blood on his face is starting to dry and the bruise on his jaw is starting to purple.
Grabbing your first aid kit you turn back to him pressing a hand to his chest as you push him down onto the edge of your bed.
Scott canât help but let out a soft gasp as you push him back onto the bed. He looks up at you, trying to ignore the way his heart is racing in his chest.
âYou going to play nurse for me, sweetheart?â He teases. You brush an alcohol wipe over his lip, cleaning up the blood.
âMhm,â your eyes focus on his wounds, âafter all Iâm the reason you got beat up.â Your touch is gentle as you slip between his legs to get a closer look.
Scottâs hands rest on your hips as you clean the blood from his face. He watches the expression on your face as you tend to his wounds.
He canât help but notice how beautiful you are as you focus on him, your face so close he can almost feel your breath on his skin.
âYouâre the reason I got beat up?â He mutters with a slight smirk, âNot really. Pretty sure thatâs your pain in the ass brotherâs fault.â You sigh quietly.
âIâm sorry, I didnât expect him to see usâŠâ your voice trails off as you cup his face.
Scott leans into your touch, nuzzling against your palm as you cup his face. He looks up at you with the same gentle look and sighs.
âYour brother knows how to pack a punch, Iâll give him that, but donât be sorry sweetheart.â He mutters, speaking softly.
Scottâs heart stutters in his chest at your soft voice and the way youâre looking at him. He swallows hard, his heart aching with the words he wants to say in reply. âY/N, I love you.â
Your eyes widen at his sudden confession, âI love you too, Scott,â you practically whisper in response.
The words you speak make Scottâs chest tight with elation. He couldnât fight the way his lips turn up into a soft smile, eyes watching your face intently.
Scott reaches up to cup your face in his large, calloused hand. His fingers brush against your skin as they slip into your hair. âSay it again.â He mutters.
âI love you.â You slip onto his lap, your arms moving to his neck as you press a delicate kiss to his bruised lips. Scottâs arms instantly wrap around your waist as you settle on his lap, pulling you as close as possible. He lets out a soft moan against your lips as you kiss him, a mixture of pain and pleasure.
The feeling of you on his lap ignites a fire in his chest. As you kiss him, he groans against your lips, pulling you closer by wrapping his arms around your waist and holding you against him.
He nips at your lower lip and deepens the kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth. You pull away from his lips, gasping for air as you whisper into his ear. âScott.. I want you,â
You feel Scott shudder slightly as the breath of your whisper caresses his ear. He lets out a low groan, his grip on your waist tightening.
"What are you trying to do to me, sweetheart? Are you purposely trying to drive me mad?"
Scott moves his attention to the sensitive skin of your neck, placing soft kisses and nips along the skin there. You moan desperately as your hips move against his.
âScott please,â you gasp softly as he flips you onto your back, his body hovering over yours.
The sound of you moaning his name is almost too much for Scott to handle. His heart thumps in his chest as his body presses yours against the bed. He gazes down at you as he hovers above you. Scott can see the way your chest rises and falls rapidly as you breathe.
He lets out a low growl as he grinds his hips against yours. âPlease what, sweetheart?â he mutters, his lips millimeters from yours.
âPlease..â your eyes squeeze in embarrassment as you groan out, âtouch me, anywhere, everywhere, please.â
All the air leaves Scott's lungs as you say those words. His eyes rake over you, taking in the sight of you lying beneath him, breathless and begging for him to touch you. Scott's body feels like it's on fire, he's burning from the inside out, and knowing he's the one who's made you like this only sends him further into a frenzy.
He leans down and presses his lips against your neck. âYou have to be more specific,â he whispers against your skin. âWhere do you want me to touch you, sweetheart?â
You bury your face into his neck, âScott, donât make me say itâŠâ you sigh, your body trembling slightly against his.
"It's okay, baby," he whispers, his voice as tender as a lover's caress. "I'll take it slow, just show me where you want me to touch." His hand moves to the hem of your shirt, his touch feather-light as he starts to peel it up, revealing your smooth stomach.
You gasp, your body arching slightly as he presses a gentle kiss to the soft skin just above your navel. His eyes never leave yours, searching for any sign of discomfort or hesitation. He's determined to make this moment perfect for you, to cherish every inch of your body like it's the first and last time he'll ever touch you.
With trembling hands, you grasp Scott's wrist and guide his hand down the length of your body, until it rests at the apex of your thighs. His eyes widen with understanding, and you nod shyly, silently begging him to touch you there. His fingers trace the fabric of your shorts, feeling the heat and dampness emanating from you.
His eyes never leave yours as he gently presses against the seam, eliciting a whimper from your parted lips. The warmth of his palm sends waves of pleasure through you, and you squirm beneath his touch, desperate for more. Scott's eyes darken with desire as he slowly begins to rub the spot that's driving you wild, his thumb making delicate circles that have you biting down on your bottom lip to stifle the moans escaping your throat.
His touch is electric, sending jolts of pleasure to every corner of your body, and you can't help but arch into his hand, silently urging him to continue his sweet torment. Scott's eyes remain locked with yours as he slowly pulls your shirt over your head, his gaze lingering on the way your chest rises and falls with each shallow breath you take. He takes his time, his calloused hands moving with surprising gentleness as he unbuttons your shorts and slides them down your legs, leaving you in nothing but your lacy underwear.
You watch him, your heart racing as you feel his breath against your skin, his hands roaming over you with a mix of reverence and hunger. He leans down to kiss you again, his mouth moving from your lips to your neck and collarbone, leaving a trail of heat in his wake. With trembling fingers, he traces the edge of your panties before his hand settles back between your legs, his touch setting your nerves alight.
You gasp as he gently presses against your dampness, his thumb making slow circles around your clit. The room seems to spin as the intensity of his touch grows, and you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, desperate for more. His mouth finds yours again, the kiss deepening as his hand works its magic, his thumb applying just the right amount of pressure to send you spiraling towards the edge of pleasure.
"Scott, please," you whimper into his mouth, your hips bucking against his hand. "I need you inside me." Your voice is shaky with desire, your eyes pleading with him to take the final step. His own passion flares up at your words, his eyes darkening even further. He leans back slightly, his hand moving away from your underwear, making you whine in protest.
But he only does it to pull off his shirt, revealing his broad, muscular chest, marred slightly by the bruises from the fight. He reaches down to his belt, his movements jerky with need. "Are you sure, sweetheart?" he asks, his voice thick with lust. You nod fervently, unable to form coherent words. He smiles, a smug look crossing his face as he undoes his pants, his erection straining against the fabric.
He pulls his boxers down just enough to free himself, his cock standing tall and proud. You bite your lip, unable to tear your eyes away from the sight of him. He reaches down to touch you again, his fingers slipping under the fabric of your panties, and you arch into his touch, desperate for more. He groans against your neck, his hand moving to the back of your head, holding you in place as he kisses you deeply.
His other hand hooks into the waistband of your underwear, pulling them down in one swift motion. You're fully exposed to him now, and the vulnerability makes your cheeks flush even redder. But Scott's eyes are full of love and want, and you feel safe, cherished. He kisses you once more, then pulls away, his gaze dropping to your bare skin.
"You're so beautiful," he murmurs, his voice full of awe. "And all mine." With that, he positions himself at your entrance and pushes in, inch by torturous inch, carefully filling you completely. You cry out, your nails digging into his back as he starts to move, his hips setting a slow, steady rhythm that has you seeing stars.
Each thrust is heaven, his body moving in sync with yours as if you were made to fit together. Scott kisses along your neck as he moves his hand down to cup your cheek, holding you in place as he takes you in. His eyes never leave yours, searching for any sign of discomfort or hesitation, but all he sees is the love and desire reflected back at him. His cock stretches and fills you completely, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.
Heâs so careful, so tender, as if heâs afraid he might break you. His movements are slow and deliberate, each one designed to bring you closer to the edge without pushing you over it too soon. You can feel the tension in his body, the way heâs holding back, trying to keep control.
But itâs not just his body thatâs on the edgeâitâs his heart too. Heâs never felt this way before, never been this in love, and heâs afraid of losing you. So he takes his time, savoring every second, every gasp, every shiver that runs through your body as he makes love to you.
As he whispers sweet nothings into your ear, you know that this isnât just a fling or a fleeting momentâthis is something real, something thatâs going to last. And for now, all that matters is the feel of him inside you, the sound of his breath in your ear, and the love thatâs growing between you with every beat of your heart.
Scott's eyes darken with need as he watches you come apart beneath him, feeling your inner walls tighten around him. He can't hold back anymore. His strokes become more erratic, more desperate, as he chases his own climax. His teeth clench and his hips piston into you as he whispers your name against your skin, his whole body taut with tension.
You're so close, so incredibly close, and the sight of you like this, lost in pleasure, is almost too much for him to handle. He feels your orgasm building, the way your breath catches and your body tenses, and he knows he's not far behind. With one final, powerful thrust, he releases himself inside you, groaning your name as he fills you completely.
The world fades away as you both ride the waves of pleasure, lost in the intimacy of the moment. For a brief second, there's nothing but the sound of your ragged breathing and the feeling of his warmth spilling into you.
With a final, lingering kiss, Scott gently pulls out of you and scoops you up into his arms. You wrap your legs around his waist, feeling boneless and utterly satisfied as he carries you into the bathroom. The cool air of the room contrasts with the heat still radiating from your bodies.
He sets you down on the edge of the bathtub, the sound of the water filling the small space. He then carefully picks you up again and steps into the shower, holding you tight against his chest as the water cascades over the both of you. The warm water mixes with the sweat on your skin, washing away the evidence of your passionate encounter.
With a sudden surge of desire, you pull Scott closer to you, deepening the kiss as you crave more of his touch. Your hands roam over his slick, soapy back, feeling the contours of his muscles and the warmth of his skin. His own hands move to cup your breasts, kneading gently as the water rains down on you both. The steam in the shower envelops you like a warm embrace, amplifying the sensations as your bodies press against one another.
Scott's kisses become more urgent, his tongue dancing with yours as the warm water runs down your faces. You moan into his mouth, feeling a renewed energy as your passion reignites. He lifts you again, your legs wrapping around his waist, and you can feel his hardness against you. The slickness of the soap makes it easy for you to slide against him, teasing and tempting.
Your breath hitches as he breaks the kiss, looking into your eyes with a fiery gaze that speaks volumes of his love and need for you. "I can't get enough of you, Y/N," he murmurs, his voice husky with desire.
You whimper as Scott enters you once more, his movements measured and precise. The cold tiles of the shower wall press against your back, sending a shiver down your spine that only adds to the exquisite sensation of him filling you completely. Your legs tighten around his waist, urging him deeper as he starts to move, his hips rocking into yours in a steady, rhythmic motion.
The warm water falling over your bodies mingles with the heat of your passion, creating a steamy cocoon around the two of you. His hands move to your hips, holding you in place as he picks up the pace, his eyes never leaving yours. The love and intensity in his gaze only serve to fuel your desire as you begin to move with him, your bodies in perfect harmony.
Each stroke sends a bolt of pleasure through you, and you can feel yourself inching closer to the brink of ecstasy once more. Your breath comes in short gasps as you lean into him, your mouth finding his in a desperate kiss. His tongue tangles with yours, mimicking the motion of his hips as they drive into you, over and over again.
The water runs in rivulets down your skin, mixing with the slickness of your arousal, creating a symphony of sensations that threaten to overwhelm you. As he deepens the kiss, you can feel his love, his need, his everything, all wrapped up in the tender way he holds you, the possessive way he claims you with every thrust.
Your moans become louder, echoing off the tiles as the pressure builds within you, your orgasm looming just out of reach. And when he finally brings you to the edge, you let go, moaning his name as you shatter in his arms, the warmth of his love surrounding you like the water that drenches your bodies.
Scottâs body tenses, and with a final, powerful surge, he cums into you, his head resting on the tiles next to your neck. The warmth of his release fills you, and his breaths come out in heavy pants against your skin. You hold onto him tightly, feeling the tremors of his climax as he whispers sweet nothings into your ear. His arms wrap around you, supporting your weight as your legs slowly unravel from around his waist.
The water from the showerhead runs down your bodies, mixing with the passion that lingers in the air.
Scott's hands are gentle as he helps you clean, his touch tender as he runs a washcloth over your body, removing the stickiness that lingers from your love making. His eyes are filled with a soft adoration that makes your heart flutter in your chest. As the water rinses away the soap, he kisses you again.
The quiet of the bathroom wraps around you, leaving only the sound of your breaths and the occasional drip of water as you stand there, lost in each other's embrace.
The tempest of emotions inside of you only grows stronger as you realize how deeply you've fallen for him. The way he looks at you, the way he touches you, it's all so real, so raw, and so beautifully overwhelming. You can't imagine ever wanting to leave this moment, this cocoon of love and passion that you've created together.
Scott reaches for a towel, wrapping it around you with the same care he's shown since the moment he first touched you. His eyes are filled with a softness that makes your heart swell, and as he dries your skin, you can feel his love in every stroke. His touch is gentle, his gaze lingering on every part of you as if he's memorizing every curve and freckle.
You stand there, soaking in the warmth of the towel and his affection, feeling cherished and desired. The motel room outside the bathroom is forgotten, and it's just the two of you, in this intimate space, sharing something so profound that it feels as if nothing else in the world matters. Each time he wipes away the water, it's like he's also wiping away the stress and the worries that have clung to you, leaving you feeling lighter, cleaner, and more alive than you've ever been.
His hands move over your skin with a tenderness that makes you shiver, he takes his time, ensuring that every inch of you is cared for. When he's done, he wraps the towel around your body and pulls you into his arms, holding you tightly as if he's afraid to let you go. His heart beats against your chest, a steady rhythm that matches the beat of your own heart, reminding you that you're not alone in this, that he's there with you, loving you with everything he has.
And in that moment, you know that no matter what Javi or anyone else might say, you've made the right choice in giving your heart to Scott. You lead him back into the room laying down on the bed with exhaustion.
He lays next to you, pulling you onto his chest. As you lie in Scottâs arms, you feel his hand gently caressing your bare back. The motel room is quiet, the only sound being the soft hum of the air conditioning mixed with the soft sounds of your breathing. Scottâs thumb rubs small, soothing circles along your spine, the touch both comforting and sensual. You can feel the firmness of his chest against your cheek, the steady rise and fall of his breath syncing with your own.
The silence is comfortable, a testament to the bond that has grown between you two. You feel safe, cared for, and loved.
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Cute SMUTTY moments I like to imagine with Logan ~
CAUTION: smut. Lol. Like straight smut and nsfw ideas
-Logan having a bad day, sitting in a chair while he complains about Scott, or Wade, or just some aashole pissing him off. Hes so absorbed in his complaints he didnt notice you pulling all your clothes off, and standing in front of him butt ass naked. His mouth hangs open when he realizes as his eyes take you in.
"Better?"
"Yeah." He nods simply, leaning back in his chair, taking a sip of the whiskey you had handed him too. Spreading his legs and still eyeing you.
-dont worry, he still gets to vent and you listen to him. He just gets to do it with you naked and on his lap.
-Logans thrusting into you and its passionate and clumsy and youre both panting and accidentally bonk your heads, leaving you both giggling, your arms wrapped around each other in a romantic embrace, taking a moment to just kiss and enjoy being together
-lazy sundays (sorry god) where youre both just being naked together in bed, holding each other. His hands explore every part of you as if he hasnt have your whole body mapped out in his head already. Its not so much sexual but more intimate
-messing with his dick. Hes sprawl on the bed and youre between his thighs, playfully jerking him off, and tapping his tip against your lips, giving him teasing kitten licks ams grinning when he groans. Part of him wants you to make him cum already, another part doesnt want you to stop playing with him.
-him coming up to you, his fingers pushing into your jeans, hooking into your panties and lifting, then snapping them against your skin- making you yelp while he grins devilishly.
"Just wanted to see what pair you got on today."
-wearing a dress (esp for plus ladies!) That accentuate your curves and belly. Yknow that cute belly pouch us ladies got? That shit would drive logan insane if youre wearing the right clothes to show that off.
-he sees you in the dress, the lighting just makes you look so damn good, hes pushing you somewhere private to get you both off (the dress stays ON)
-logan would kneed on your tittes or ass when fucking you like deadass.
-surprising him for the first time with lingerie. Omg hes so excited. The way his face lights up like a kid on christmas morning.
-hed probably torture you for an hour because he cant stop looking over how good you look. Hes tracing his fingers over the lace and shape of your body. Hes literally obsessed.
-hes praising you and everything. Calling you pretty girl, how sweet you are to put this on for him. Hes gonna treat you real good for this.
-for girlies with love handles, logan definitely makes good use of those. (Theyre called love handles for a reason đ€)
-sucking him off and after he cums, you just rest your head on his thigh, your hand running soothingly up and down his other thigh. Its soft and intimate and makes logan feel like you really love him. (You do)
-i made a fic about this but fucking in the shower and then washing each other afterwards. So intimate!!
-the first time you and logan do it, youre so giggly and swooning over him. It ends up being more playful and romantic, which somehow makes it 10 times better. Youre comfortable with each other. Theres a lot of praising here. Logan is smiling like a fool in love over how giggly you are (plot twist he is)
-old man logan. Making him cum, praising his body and soul, giving him sweet kisses over his chest and face while he recovers post-coitus. His eyes shut and hes panting, because he hadnt felt that good in awhile. I want him to feel relief in his body, and know thay i love him â€ïž
-dofp (70s and future) logan, yall I want this man to fuck me so hard i black out, he finishes, rolls to the side and lights a cigar while his cum leaks out of me and im shaking violently, and he turns back with his cigar, soothingly rubbing my back and telling me what a good job i did. (Snuggles and praises the rest of the night)
-origins logan, i wanna ride him on the floor of his cabin, while he holds my hips and looks up at me with that lovesick puppy face he makes. Him to whisper how he loves me, and wants us to spend our lives together UGH
-trilogy logan. This man is a mix of desperate sub and mean dom. I want him to fuck me hard into the mattress, hand on my neck- all the while begging me to let him come inside. Telling me im so pretty and he cant hold on much longer. Hes biting your lip, demanding that you cum bc he needs you to so desperately bc he cant finish unless he knows youre taken care of.
-worst logan. I want him to be so rough and mean because he hasnt known a soft touch in ages, only to be so gentle with him and he suddenly melts. Hes slamming into you bc he just has so much anger built in him and then your cradle his face and kiss him softly and he realizes that you really do care, and he slows down, melting into your body as he fucks you hard still, but more lovingly.
-youre wearing a skirt sitting next to logan at a table. He begins to put his hand on your thigh, going on your skirt till he gets to your panties and starts teasing you.
-logan doesnt take baths but then you surprise him with one (youre in it) and suddnely hes asking you everyday if you want to take a bath with him.
-you and logan just fucked and youre getting out of bed to do whatever, and he smacks your ass, a cheeky grin on his face as you yelp and give him a playful scowl
-two can play this game
-next time he gets up, you wind yourself out to smack his butt next, and you do it so hard he actually jumps forward, his hand coming over his cheek where your handprint very quickly faded.
-lets just say youre bent over his lap after that getting punished.
-i said in the fluffy logan scenarios thatll he lay om your titties and ass. Yes.
-hell bite em too
-youre naked on your belly in bed, he comes in and you feel him crawling onto the mattress and then you shout bc you felt his canines sink into your ass cheek, when he then runs his tongue over to soothe it. You glare at him but he doesnt notice bc now hes snuggling his face against your cheek. Does that little head shake to get comfy and content sigh too. What a dork.
-he'll bite your titties too. Its cuteness aggression.
-logan just bites a lot.
-sucking him dry. Like so dry his regenerative factor hasnt kicked in and hes just sprawled out on the bed nearly comatose and you climb up and kiss the tip of his nose and snuggle into his chest.
-once again im imploring you to think about giggly sex with logan. Hes thrusting into you against the wall, and you both cant stay serious, just laughing and moaning into each others mouths. Youre happy. Hes happy.
-awkward things happen in sex sometimes. But you and logan can laugh it off. A quick kiss, and back to it.
-nearly getting caught in the broom closet at the mansion. One of logans moments of grabbing you and yanking you into the most private place nearby. The close call makes you call it off, but he still takes your panties and keep its in his pocket.
-you visting old man logan during his work. You surprise him by requesting his ride. You have very sweet and soft sex in the back, where he praises you being such a sweet girl to him
-logan with his superhero suit i think we all agree drives us insane. The first time you see it on him you practically jump his bones. Hes loves that it drives you so crazy.
-also we talk about him praising us (and believe me as a girly w a praise kink i get it)
-praising HIM. The first time you do it, he becomes so flustered. He gets red in the face, starts stammering on his dirty talk and pretty much cums right then. He gets even more flustered by that but you praise and reassure him that it was SO hot
-youre riding him, the evening sun shining in the window over your figure, and hes looking at you, holding your hips, leading up and down. He looks so lovesick and he tells you how in love with you he is.
-logan has those big puppy eyes. Trilogy logan is super guilty of this. Old man logan is too. It doesnt matter the variant though, they all break out the puppy eyes when they want to fuck you.
-i mean, he definitely got that devilish seductive smile and bedroom eyes that he'll use to seduce you
-but if youre busy or dont seem to pay him enough attention or notice the bedroom eyes, hell break out the puppy eyes and borderline whine for you. (Sometimes you just like to hear him beg. Its all in good fun bc he does it with you too)
-no matter your size, logan definitely loves to pick you up, thrusting into you, hands supporting your ass and hips. Hes like displaying his strength on you. (Esp if youre a bigger girl. He doesnt want you to think he cant fuck you just as hard )
-if youre out in public, in meetings, etc, and logan wants you to know hes feeling mighty attracted to you, his hand will find its way somewhere on yoh (hand, waist, knee) and he'll just rub that spot over and over. Its discreet, but you learn it.
-youre in bed, and he comes home from work/mission/being out and about, he doesnt hesitate, just immediately shedding his clothes as he makes his way to the bed and plants himself firmly between your thighs before he even utters hello. Eating you out is his stress relief.
-having hardcore rough sex, before collapsing on either side of each other, sweating, covered in each others cum, and you both look at each other, and start to smile and laugh. (Yall are so nasty)
-logan getting so giddy when you want to suck his dick like he gets SO excited. Hell def have the dom moments where yknow hes like "cmon baby get working" but then you have those nice moments where hes just a man happy to get a blow
-you convince him to swap underwear. You wear his boxers and he your panties. Hes unsure at first bc it seems embarrassing but then he gets super turned on at wearing your essence around. Sure hes a little uncomfortable bc he cant exactly FIT...but youre happy so.
-(he bends over and you spot the red thong on him and you pull his shirt down before scott notices)
-getting on his knees and pressing kisses to your belly.
-waking up in the morning, having sleepy sex. He sleepily thrusts into you,muttering how good you feel. Eventually you both cum and fall asleep with him still inside.
-he loves fucking you with one of his tshirts on. Loves how it covers your body, just barely hiding the way his dick is burying itself into you over and over
-logan deciding to be super romantic for you one night. He lights candles, rose petals, your favorite wine(or sparkling juice if you dont like alcohol)
-its soft and sensual, his hands touching you, how he thrusts into you. Its almost too much.
-interconnecting hands while fucking, you kiss his knuckles, the space where his claws come out, and he has to regain his composure over it, because youre just so soft and sweet to him. He realizes just how you arent scared of him, how you really accept and love him
"You really do love me... dont ya bub?" He asks, a soft genuine, almost childlike fascination as he looks down at you, and you smile and nod at him, and he moans, before going to work to conpletely wreck you while making plans in the back of his head on how hes gonna keep you happy the rest of your lives...
Thats all for now! Im sure ill come up with more though...đđđ
Thank you for reading lovelies!!
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first kiss

s1!stiles stilinski x gf!reader
creds: roseraris for dividers!
you were perched on stilesâ bed, watching him pace back and forth across his room, his hand moving animatedly as he talked about the latest werewolf drama involving scott.
the police radio scanner on his desk crackled with static, and his wall was covered in red string and newspaper clippings - his latest attempt to piece together all the supernatural happenings in beacon hills.
âand then scott practically wolfed out in the middle of practice!â stiles exclaimed, running a hand through his short hair.
âlike dude, we talked about this! control! but no, apparently catching greenbergâs crossbody was worth risking exposure to the entire lacrosse team!â
you couldnt help but smile at his sarcasm. this was classic stiles - all nervous energy and rapid-fire words, trying to keep his best friend alove while maintaining some semblance of normalcy in their increasingly bizarre lives.
âstiles,â you said, trying to interrupt his rambling to no avail. âstiles!â
he stopped mid-gesture, turning to look at you with those warm brown eyes that never failed to make your heart skip a beat. âyeah?â
âcome sit down before you wear a hole in your floor.â he glanced down at the path heâd been treading, then shuffled over to sit beside you, his knee bouncing with restless energy.
âsorry, i just⊠thereâs so much happening, yâknow? between scottâs furry little problem and trying to figure out who the alpha is, and my dadâs cases, and-â
âand youâre carrying all the weight of it.â you finished softly, placing your hand over his fidgeting ones.
stiles fell quiet, a rare occurrence that made you look at him more closely. his eyes were fixed on where your hands touched, and you could practically see the gears turning in his head.
âhow do you do that?â he asked suddenly.
âdo what?â
âjust⊠know exactly what to say? how to calm me down?â he turned his hend over to lace his fingers with yours.
âyouâre like my personal adderall, except, yâknow, prettier and less medical.â you laughed, feeling your cheeks warm.
âdid you just compare me to you ADHD medication?â
âi did, didnt i?â stiles groaned, his free hand coming up to cover his face.
âthat was supposed to be romantic. in my head, it was definitely more romantic. can we pretend i said something smooth instead? like, i dunno, âyouâre the moon to my werewolfâ â wait no, thatâs worse, thatâs definitely worseââ
you cut off his rambling the only way you could think of â by leaning forward and pressing your lips to his. for a moment, stiles froze, and you could practically hear his brain short-circuiting.
then his hand came up to cup your cheek, and he was kissing you back with all the pent-up energy he usually put into solving supernatural mysteries.
when you pulled away, stiles blinked at you several times, his mouth opening and closing without sound â another rare occurrence.
"did you justâ" he started.
"kiss you? Yeah."
"and Iâ"
"kissed me back? also yeah." a grin slowly spread across his face, the kind that made his eyes crinkle at the corners.
"that was... wow. that was awesome. can we do that again? we should definitely do that again. like, right now. or whenever you want. im free for the next, like, foreverâ"
this time when you kissed him, you were both smiling too much for it to be perfect, but somehow that made it even better.
the police scanner crackled again in the background, and somewhere in beacon hills, scott was probably getting into more werewolf-related trouble, but for now, none of that mattered.
stiles pulled back slightly, resting his forehead against yours. "just so we're clear," he whispered, "this means you like me, right? because i really like you, and it would be super awkward ifâ"
"stiles?"
"yeah?"
"weâve been dating for 6 months."
"oh yeah⊠cool," he breathed, then immediately cringed.
"i mean, not cool like 'whatever' cool, but cool like 'this is the best thing ever' cool, and im going to stop talking now because im pretty sure im ruining the moment, andâ"
you silenced him with another quick kiss, and felt him smile against your lips.
"you know," he said when you separated, "i think i just found my new favorite way to be shut up."
the police scanner suddenly burst to life with his dad's voice reporting a disturbance downtown, and stiles' eyes lit up with that familiar mix of curiosity and excitement.
"want to go investigate a potentially supernatural crime scene with me?" he asked, already reaching for his keys.
you laughed, standing up and pulling him with you. "only you would think that's a romantic second kiss location."
"hey, i contain multitudes," he protested, but his grin was infectious as he led you toward his jeep.
and just like that, life in beacon hills continued â only now with the added bonus of being able to kiss your adorably sarcastic boyfriend whenever he started rambling about werewolves.
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scott x reader where they have insane sexual tension and everyone notices (and is fed up) but them so they keep forming elaborate plans to get them alone together
Next Time (scott miller x reader) part I - 18+ MDNI
warnings: sexual tension, swearing, scott being scott, not enemies but not friends to lovers, eventual kissing, eventual smut
a/n: i thought iâd put a twist on this request and make it a multi-part fic! i hope anon doesnât mind that itâs not specifically the pov from the crew/other chasers but rather the tension filled journey between scott x reader :,)
my inbox is open for requests! rules for requests are on my pinned post :)
part two | part three (coming soon)
This wasnât your first season chasing with Scott. Youâd first met him at a little gas station in the middle Oklahoma. Scottâs rigid demeanor intimidated you, but your friend Javi had practically pushed you two together. Your first chase with Scott was tension filled and awkward, you could tell he didnât exactly respect you.
That was 3 years ago, and now, you were more than used to Scottâs dull personality. The tension-filled relationship had only grown between the two of you, but neither of you cared to admit how you felt to each other.
âWhich cell is it gonna be?â
Youâre standing in a gas station parking lot, holding an iPad in front of Scott, a radar image pulled up on the screen. The rest of the Storm Par crew was dispersed around their vehicles and Javi was off somewhere, you assumed heâd gone to get snacks and drinks for the crew.
âYou tell me.â
Scottâs answer was short and direct. You knew this game- heâd let you choose and then tell you that he thought otherwise.
âWest.â
You inquired, your response just as short and direct as Scottâs.
âYou sure? East looks better.â
Scottâs eyes met yours from under his sunglasses. You couldnât see his eyes, but you knew they glistened with cockiness.
âIâm always sure.â
You rolled your eyes at him, putting the iPad at your side. Javi came running out of the gas station, plastic bags in his hands. He stopped to give bags to other members of the crew before making his way over to you and Scott.
âYou guys want snacks?â
Javi held two bags in front of each of you.
You took a bag from him and peered insideâ all of your favorites. You smiled.
âThanks, Javi.â
Scott took the second bag and muttered something that sounded like a thank you before walking to your chase vehicle.
âWhere are we headed?â
Javi asked, but you could tell he already knew the answer.
âWest.â
You winked and smiled at him before turning and walking to the SUV.
â
âIâm tired of your little game, Scott.â
You broke the silence in the vehicle. It was a silence youâd gotten comfortable with, you knew Scott wasnât one for small talk or casual conversations- especially with you.
âWhat game?â
Scottâs eyes were trained on the road in front of him, Javiâs truck not far in front of your SUV.
âThe whole âEast looks betterâ bullshit.â
You adjusted in your seat. Typical of him to act like he didnât know the way he treated you. You heard something that sounded like a scoff come from him.
You expected an arrogant response but it never came. You wondered if youâd caught him off guard with your declaration.
âItâs been 3 years, Scott. I can understand not liking me, but you should respect me. I think Iâve shown that I deserve that, at the very least.â
You knew you were venturing into dangerous territory by the way his jaw clenched and his eyes narrowed. But, you were almost eager to push his buttons- to tell him everything youâd bitten back for 3 years. You wanted to be mean to him, drill the words into him and break him down like the times heâd broken you down for making simple mistakes.
Again, no response. You wondered if he was doing this on purpose, making you sit in his silence while he plotted how he was going to pull you aside and belittle you after the chase.
âI donât dislike you.â
After a few minutes, his words cut through the silence. Your mind did a full stop.
âWhat?â
âI donât dislike you.â
Scott repeated. His eyes darted to you for a second before returning to the road. The words cut through you. Everything youâd ever assumed he thought about you had just been squashed.
The familiar silence returned. You werenât sure what to say, or even what to think. You stared at the yellow lines that split the road into two lanes. It felt like they went on forever.
â
âHey, good job today. Sorry we didnât get anything.â
Javi handed you the key card to your room. The two of you stood in the parking lot of a cheap motel. The rest of Storm Par had either gone to their rooms or were dispersed throughout the lot, talking with other chasers or cleaning out their vehicles.
âOh well. Thereâs always next time.â
You managed a half smile. Sure, you were disappointed, but you were tired and ready to be away from everyone.
âYeah- well, goodnight. See you tomorrow.â
Javi smiled, patting your shoulder before walking off. You almost felt bad for keeping the conversation short but you were glad to be left alone. You started walking to your room, ready to be in the warmth of a bed.
âHey.â
You heard a voice behind you. You swore you let out a curse under your breath before turning around. Scott was standing there, clipboard resting under his arm.
âWhat?â
The word came out harsher than youâd meant for it to but you didnât care. This was supposed to be your time, you just wanted to be away from him.
âEast looked better.â
You stood there. You bit your tongue, holding back the long line of curses that threatened to spill from your lips.
âYou followed me over here to tell me that?â
You managed, turning to walk away from him. You wanted to be away from him.
âNot so fast.â
He caught your arm with his hand.
âYou arenât always sure.â
Asshole, you thought. You knew he was doing this on purpose, this was just another one of his ways of giving you shit, but you werenât in the mood.
âFuck off.â
You shrugged out of his grasp.
âWhy? Is there somewhere you need to be?â
Scott tilted his head, crossing his arms in front of his chest, clipboard resting under them.
âYeah, there is. Away from you.â
You spat, walking away from him again.
Scott watched you walk away for a moment before following you.
âI said I donât dislike you. This is what I get for that?â
You scoffed.
âThen why do you treat me like shit?â
Scott shrugged.
âBecause itâs fun.â
You stopped at the door to your room and turned towards him again. His arms were back to his sides. You were almost too tired to care about what he was saying.
âI see. Goodnight.â
Sarcasm dripped from your voice. You turned to put the key card in the lock. You opened the door and slammed it shut, leaving Scott standing outside like a dog on your doorstep.
You quickly changed clothes and climbed into bed. The softness of the sheets and warmth of the blankets instantly relaxed you. You closed your eyes, enjoying the peacefulness.
â
You didnât know how long it had been before there was a knock at your door. You ignored it. There was another. You opened your eyes. Sighing, you turned on the bedside lamp and got up. You unlocked the door, not even bothering to see who was there before you did. Opening it, you felt every ounce of peace fade away.
Scott stood there in his black undershirt and a pair of sweatpants, a plastic bag in his hand. His curls hung in the low light of the hallway. It was rare you saw him in anything other than his white Storm Par button up and perfectly ironed pants. You hated to admit that he looked good.
âWanted to give this to you.â
He extended the bag towards you. You blinked at him. Maybe if you blinked enough, heâd go away.
âTake it.â
Scott held up the bag. Wanting him to go away, you took it from him. You pushed the door shut when his hand stopped it, pushing it back open.
âWhereâs my thank you?â
He raised an eyebrow.
âThanks.â
You rolled your eyes and shut the door.
You opened the bag. A few of your favorite snacks were inside, along with a note. Curious, you picked up the note.
Thereâs always next time.
- Scott
âAsshole.â
You said out loud, putting the note back in the bag and throwing the bag on the table by the door. You climbed back into bed and turned off the lamp. You closed your eyes again, sleep finding you not long after.
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The one part of 3rd Life Renchantyn/Treebark we never talk about
Whenever we talk about Treebark/Renchantyn/Martn and Ren in context of 3rd Life, it's almost always about the beheading - the ultimate test of trust between them two, where Ren claimed his place as the Red King, and Martyn finally fullfilled his duty of being his loyal hand.
However, there's one part we don't talk about even half as much, while I think we should.
"On the 3rd Life server, there is a rule - that if Red attacks yee, yee may attack the Red back."
The second half of their test was to see whether they trusted each other enough to not attack each other despite being on two opposite ends of the spectrum - with Martyn being green and Ren being red. Ren passed the test with flying colors right away - despite pointing out the possibility that as a red, he could attack Martyn, he never did - he never even grabbed a weapon to attack him with.
And what about Martyn?
Immediately after Ren pointed out the rule, he was holding a cobweb in his hand - so that if Ren went on to attack him, he'd be able to trap him. He ran away and only came back upon Ren saying that he won't do it.
However, he was given a choice. Ren punched him, not even shedding any of his hearts - but as per that rule, Martyn could attack him back. He was armed with both his sword and Red Winter, he even started placing the cobwebs so that Ren couldn't run.
"Are you with Red King to the end, or will you take Dogwarts for yourself?"
He could very well slay Ren again at that moment. It would not break any rules - Ren attacked him first, so it would count as self defense. Ren was ready for that, maybe even expected that.
"No! I won't do it!"
But Martyn didn't do it. For that one moment, the guy who mostly travelled the server and didn't have the place to call home aside from Dogwarts, decided to trust his only friend and not take everything they worked for together all for himself. He allows the walls he built around himself to crumble ever so slightly, to let that one man in.
...
But what if he didn't?
I can't stop thinking about what would happen if at that moment, he hesitated. If at that moment, despite spending so much time with Ren, he still didn't trust him enough. If his survival instincts kicked in and he attacked Ren again, making the Red King the first fallen player. If he remained at Black Heart Altar alone, with Dogwarts all to himself. If he decided that if not many players trust him, it's better if he doesn't trust anyone, as well. The walls are not ready to be broken down yet.
And then imagine the rest of the games afterwards.
Last Life, where he teams up with Southlanders first - if he turns on them, he'd be outnumbered, so it's like forcing himself into submission. Him hesitating to join Shadow Alliance - he killed Ren last time, why is that man trying to put trust in him again?
Double Life, where he ends up separating from his soulmate either way. He would end up backstabbing Cleo, anyway, so it's better if he starts on his own. Ren still tries to get his attention, but why? What's up with this guy and his weird obsession with his first murderer?
Limited Life. Ren is suddenly gone, so there is nobody else around to pester Martyn. The walls gets thicker and thicker. Scott is nice enough to him, but that pisses him off even more. Reminds him of Ren. This time, he backstabs him with no hesitation, and that leads him to victory. Why trust people, when working on his own led him to his goal?
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Anyways I have a new idea for a treebark fic, idk if you guys are interested?
UPDATE: It's here, chapter 1 is finished! Enjoy, and brace yourself :>
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A Chemical Reaction Called Love
Chapter 1: A missing case in a small town
~Pairing: Steve Harrington x F!reader
~Summary: Being the daughter of Hawkins Middle School Science teacher, Scott Clarke, has its perks. Constantly having to explain things to 'King' Steve Harrington wasn't necessarily one of them but it was something you had gotten used to. He might not be the brightest guy but at least he tried, and you appreciated that. You had big plans for the future, but they might be forced to change thanks to a phone call...
~Warnings: Sensitive topics might be brought up so reader discretion is advised.
~Word Count: 3.3K
~Authors Note: Hey everyone! This is my first time posting my fanfics in tumblr, I have them in ao3 or w-tpadd usually, but I've wanted to post them in tumblre for a long time. If someone knows how to do the fancy chapter thing where you add the numbers at the top please let me know! Any support is very much appreciated! This fanfic is still in the works! You can find me on Ao3 as Lilpipsqueak and W-tpadd as friendlyfanperson!
~Narrator's POV~
"And to that, you need to add?"
"Hydrochloric acid," Y/n says turning to look at her dad as she remembers the answer, both of them walking through the car park of Hawkins Middle School as Y/n revised for her chemistry test which was in a couple of minutes. She always did well in her exams, especially her science ones, given the fact her dad was a science teacher so he always helped her out, but she still liked to revise before each exam.
"Great, you're all set for the exam," He tells her with a smile.
"Thanks for helping me out dad," She says.
"Morning Mr. Clarke!" Dustin shouts as he walks up to them, Lucas behind him, "Morning Y/n"
"Good morning Dustin, Lucas, how are you boys doing today?" He asks them.
"We're okay," Lucas tells him.
"Where's Mike?" Y/n asks them, knowing the three, though usually four boys, always arrived at school together.
"He should be here soon," Dustin told her, "What are you studying?" He asks.
"Chemistry, I have an exam first period, I should probably get going," She tells them with a smile, "See you later kids, be careful, and I'll meet you at your classroom after school dad"
"Good luck with the exam, honey," Her dad says as she walks away.
"Bye Y/n!" The two boys add waving at her.
She takes out her headphones and puts them on as she starts listening to "Oh, Pretty Woman" by Roy Orbinson, walking to Hawkins High School and focusing on the lyrics. She looked back at the boys who were happily talking with her dad, and all she could think about was the 4th member of their party, Will Byers, who had gone missing yesterday. She knew him really well, after all, she was always helping Joyce by looking after him while she and Jonathan worked, he was like the little brother she never had. When she heard the news about Will's disappearance she was devastated, she couldn't imagine Will running away or getting himself in some kind of trouble, but she also couldn't imagine him getting kidnapped by anyone in Hawkins, sure you had your usual creeps like every other town, but none that would ever do such a thing. All she could do, for now, was help around with the investigation and stay alert for anything weird so he could hopefully be found soon.
"Jonathan!" Y/n shouts as she sees him walking to school in front of her, she pauses the song taking off her headphones and walks towards him.
"Y/n, hey," He says, looking more tired than usual.
"Have you heard anything?" She asked him, hoping for some good news.
"Nothing yet, I'm going to check and see if my dad has something to do with it though I doubt it, he never cared about us" Jonathan explains to her as they start walking towards the main doors.
"Well if you need anything at all, just let me and my dad know okay?"
"Okay, I'll make sure to let you know," He says.
Y/n smiles at him, she looks down and notices a paper in his hand.
"What's that?" She asks him.
"Oh, just a missing poster my mom and I made, I'm going to put it in the school news board so people can keep a lookout," He tells her handing her the poster.
She takes it looking down at it, 'Have you seen me?' is written in capital letters on the top of the page with two pictures of Will under it, the general information about him and the clothes he was wearing when he went missing.
"We'll find him, I'm sure of it, Will's smart, he'll be okay," She tells Jonathan handing the paper back to him, hoping that the words coming out of her mouth will come true.
"I hope so, I really hope so," He says as they walk into the school, "I'll see you later"
"Yeah, I'll see you around" She adds waving goodbye at him as he goes over to the news board.
Y/n puts her headphones back on as she starts walking down the corridor, she sees Nancy and Barbara standing with none other than Steve Harrington, Tommy Hagan and Carol Perkins, which she found extremely surprising, after all, Nancy and Barbara are not popular, at all, so it was strange to see them together, she had heard rumours though that Steve was going out with Nancy, so she guessed they must be true because there's no other reasonable option for them to be even near each other. Y/n gets along well with everyone really, she's nice to people and helps them out during lessons so luckily no one had ever really found a reason to bully her, which allowed Y/n to get through her so far 3 years of high school without a problem.
She talked with Nancy sometimes, they weren't necessarily friends but they were more than classmates, especially given the fact she knew the Wheelers quite well. Barbara and Y/n had interacted before but they didn't really talk, she got the feeling Barbara didn't like her very much, but she could never figure out why. She never really spoke to Tommy or Carol except when they needed help during class, but they didn't bother her so she didn't really care about them.
And then there was Steve Harrington, Y/n had known him since middle school, growing up in a small town means you pretty much grow up with everyone you go to high school with, in middle school they didn't really talk, Y/n had her friends and Steve had his, it wasn't really until the start of sophomore year when they started sitting next to each other in science that they started talking. Steve isn't the brighter student, but he has parents that have high expectations for him, so he needs to do good in school, lucky for him he sat next to Y/n. The first thing he said to her when she sat next to him on that first day of sophomore year was "Clarke you're smart, help me out here" and she did exactly that.
Did Y/n think Steve was a bad person? Not really, he had always been kind to her and he actually put effort during lessons when she helped him, so she appreciated that. Did she think the rumours about him were true? Yeah, Steve is famously known around the school not only for being the King of Hawkins high school, but also for making all the girls fall in love with him, and sleeping with them, and as far as Y/n knew that was true, most of the girls she knew had liked him at some point, most except her, and her best friend, Robin Buckley. Robin had an entirely different reason for not liking him than Y/n did though, Robin couldn't like Steve, Y/n on the other hand technically could, she just didn't see anything special about him, sure he's good looking, she accepts that, but he's a bit of an asshole to some people, he's way too popular and has a huge ego, and she didn't really like that.
"Oh, god, that's depressing" She heard Steve say as she walked past them, she knew they were talking about Jonathan, he was known around as a freak, but those weren't news to Y/n.
"Should we say something?" Nancy asked them.
"I don't think he speaks," Carol told her, chuckling.
"How much you wanna bet he killed him?" Tommy asked.
Y/n stopped walking, listening to what he said, she was a nice person, and she was calm, but like any decent human being, she had her limits.
She turned around to look at them as she opened her mouth ready to snap at Tommy, but before she could say anything, Steve pushed Tommy shaking his head.
"Shut up," He said, not much, the minimum actually, but his tone did show that even he knew Tommy had gone too far, she knew that in comparison to her telling Tommy something, he would at least listen to Steve, and so she decided to keep on walking away as she put her music back on.
Sometimes Y/n asked herself how things would be if Steve didn't hang out with assholes like Tommy and Carol, she believed, from what she knew and saw, that in comparison to them Steve was actually a good person, which she supposes isn't something necessarily hard to be, but from what she had learned about Steve from sitting next to him in the last year and a half, she could tell he was actually a kind person with a good heart when he was away from them, and she guessed he had probably ended up being the way he was because of the friends he has.
"Earth to Y/n!" She snapped out of her thoughts as she looked up, seeing none other than Robin in front of her, "Morning weirdo"
"Morning freak, how are you doing?" She asked Robin, pausing her music and taking off her headphones, stopping at her locker and opening it.
"I am actually doing pretty decent today, which is unusual given the fact I have a stupid math exam first period, and I also have to seat next to Jim, but I guess I shouldn't complain about being in a good mood" She explains to Y/n, rambling, as usual, thought Y/n didn't mind, she actually enjoys listening to Robin over share.
"Well, regardless of the math exam and having to seat next to Jim I'm glad you're having a good morning," Y/n tells her smiling as she takes out her books and puts them in her locker.
"How are you doing?"
"I'm alright, just worried about the chemistry exam and Will," She tells her closing her locker and turning around to fully look at Robin.
"I hope they find him soon," She tells her, worried, even though Robin had never spoken to Will she knew he was Y/n's friend, and she also knew no kid deserves to go through the trauma of going missing.
The school bell starts ringing, Y/n and Robin look at each other with worry.
"Time for the stupid exam," Robin says as they start walking to their classrooms.
"We've got this, it's just common sense," Y/n tells her trying to make sure she doesn't get too stressed.
"Right, just common sense" Robin repeats, not believing a thing, "I'll see you at recess, good luck, love you"
"Love you too, good luck" Y/n tells her as she walks away and into her chemistry room.
She walks inside the classroom and takes a seat at her table, putting her bag on the floor as she takes out her chemistry book, she knows Mr. Thompson gives them some time to do some last minutes studying, so she can at least look over things one last time.
"You could've phrased it differently," She says turning to look at Steve walking over to his desk.
"What?" He asks looking at her confused.
"What you said about Jonathan, well, more like the way you said it, about him putting up a poster being depressive, it actually is, his brother is missing and his family have already been having a hard time, it's not really something to joke about" She explains to him.
"Oh, right, well I'm sorry," He says, and to Y/n's surprise she can actually tell he means it and is being serious, "Today's the exam right?" Steve asks as he takes a seat next to her.
"Yeah, did you study?" She asks him.
"You'll be proud to hear I actually did, so I think I'm going to do pretty well today," He says smirking at her, taking out his notebook.
"Well I am proud, I can't believe you actually studied"
"Neither can I, it was only for like an hour though so don't be too proud," He tells her chuckling.
"Right of course, that I am not surprised about" She adds smiling at him.
The class ended up having 5 minutes to study, which were all taken by Steve asking Y/n a bunch of questions regarding his notes and the things he hadn't understood, but at least she was able to explain things to him before the time ran out.
The exam lasted an hour, for Y/n it was an hour of her just answering the questions, which were surprisingly easy, but for Steve, it was an hour of either trying to remember what he just read or looking over at Y/n with puppy eyes trying to get her to help him up, and she did, for like two questions, the hardest ones in the test, because she knew that giving him most of the answers would help no one, not even him.
Once the time was up Y/n and Steve, along with the rest of the class, stood up and left the paper on Mr. Thompson's desk.
"How do you think you did?" Steve asks Y/n as they walked back to their desks and grabbed their bags.
"I think I did pretty good, how about you?"
"I actually think I did decent, but we'll have to see," He tells her as they walk out of the classroom.
"I guess we will," She tells him.
"Thanks again for helping me out with the two questions, I really didn't understand them"
"It's alright, they were a bit hard and took away a lot of points, I'll see you next lesson Harrington," She tells him, as she starts turning around to go to her next class.
"Yep, see you later, Einstein"
Einstein, Steve's famous nickname for Y/n, he came up with it after she started helping him in science, he called her Einstein for two reasons; The first one being the fact that in his eyes she was extremely smart, like genius smart, she didn't personally think she was that good at science, but she knew she was better than average, or at least better than Steve; And the second reason was that Albert Einstein was the only scientist Steve actually knew something about, because if he really wanted to give her a nickname that actually made sense, he would've called her Marie Curie, given the fact Y/n was better at chemistry than physics.
The rest of the day went by smoothly, just like most. Y/n had her lessons, then her breaks, and talked with Robin, it was a simple day, which was all she could really ask for.
"And I mean he doesn't even like her, I don't understand what she can see in him" Robin complained as they walk out of the school.
"I mean most girls probably like him based on looks purely, I bet most haven't even had a proper conversation with him, and come on Robin you can do better than wannabe Madonna anyway," She tells her.
Wanna be Madonna is their nickname for Tammy Thompson, they couldn't just go around the school talking about the girl Robin liked without a worry in the world, someone could hear and that would just be chaos.
"I guess, I mean she's just so pretty, and don't know what but there's just something about her that I find hypnotic almost" Robin explains as they walk to the bus.
"I mean she's pretty, but let's be honest how likely is it for her to be anything else but straight?" She asked Robin, whispering the last part.
"Not likely, like at all, god I'm going to be single forever," She said moving her hands to cover her face in defeat.
"No you won't, Robin I guarantee you that one of these days you're going to meet the girl of your dreams and we'll look back at this moment and laugh about your crush on her, trust me," Y/n says moving her hand to Robin's shoulder.
"I hope so, but we'll see, I'll see you tomorrow, take care weirdo," Robin says as she gets on the bus.
"Goodbye freak" Y/n shouts at her walking away to the middle school.
She sees Dustin and Lucas rushing out of the school towards their bikes, in a panic.
"Hey! What's the rush?" She asks them.
"I-umm, nothing, it's nothing, don't worry" Dustin shouts as they get their bikes and pedal away.
"Well that was weird" She mumbles walking inside the school.
She made her way through the corridor and knocked on her dad's classroom as she walked in.
"Hey dad," She says smiling.
"Hey honey, how did your test go?" He asks her, organising some papers on his desk.
"I think it went well, we get the results next lesson"
"Well, I'm sure you did wonderfully," He tells her.
"Hopefully, how were the boys feeling today?" She asks, taking a pile of the papers.
"Well Mike didn't come to school, his mom called to say he wasn't feeling well, he seems really worried about Will" He explains to her as he gets his bag, grabs the other pile of papers, and starts walking out of the room.
"I can't even imagine how worried they must be, I really hope they find him, have they heard anything?"
"Well apparently Earl saw Will, so I'm going around with some others to help look for him," He tells her, locking the door behind him.
"Can I go? I want to help, I don't want to sit at home doing nothing"
He looked at her unsure, ever since Will's disappearance he had been worried sick about some lunatic going around Hawkins, he was worried about something happening to Y/n, but he also knew it was better to let her do things before she found a way to do them herself.
"Sure, but you'll be with me the whole time, okay?"
"You got it chief" She smiled.
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"So, what exactly do we need to look for? Apart from a small boy, of course," Y/n asks her dad as they walk through the woods.
The evening was a cold one, but it was early November so it was to be expected, the woods were covered in darkness, the only thing giving them light being the flashbacks they had. There were at least fifty people around looking for Will, so hopefully, they could find something.
"Well, we need to look out for anything that might give us a clue to someone being around here, maybe blood, some clothes, an object of his" He explains looking around the ground for anything.
Y/n nods looking around as well but stops when she sees a small hole, she wasn't sure if it was part of the sewers or if it led somewhere else, so she kneeled down in front of it as she looked inside, the space was small but big enough for a small kid to go through it.
"Will!" She shouts, she waits for a response, but there's none, and then she sees it, a ripped-out piece of clothing.
"Dad! Dad! I found something!" She says, Scott immediately turns to her kneeling down.
"What is it?" He asks.
"Look, it's like someone came out from here and ripped a piece of their shirt, don't you think?" She questions.
"Maybe," He says, he takes his whistle and alerts the Chief of police Hopper that they found something.
"Hey, what do you got?" Hopper asks as he runs up to them.
"Not sure," Scott tells him.
"I found this, in there," Y/n tells him, handing him the ripped piece of shirt.
"No way a kid can crawl through there" Officer Powell says, looking inside.
"I don't know, a scared enough one might, his brother said he was good at hiding," Hopper told him.
"And he's small, I could see him fitting through there" Y/n adds, "Do you think it could be Will's?"
"I don't know kid, we'll have to see," Hopper says standing up and walking away.
Thank you for reading!
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are you currently open to doing reactions for teen wolf characters? cause if you are iâd love to see how you think stiles & allison would react to seeing a fem reader naked by accident hehe
yeah, as it says in my Rules, I love doing reactions and MLTs (especially cause they're fun, shorter fics that I can write quickly in order to get to know the characters better. they're a lot of fun)
so here we go
Requests for Teen Wolf are OPEN!!! Please read the rules first, though <3 also vote in this poll if you like Teen Wolf fics
How would Stiles Stilinski and Allison Argent react to seeing you naked by accident?
Warnings: mentions of sex/arousal/sexual desire (characters wanting to fuck the reader after seeing them naked), sexual themes but no explicit smut, reader is described as having breasts/is called a 'girl', mentions of Scott/Allison, mentions of Jackson/Reader (background, unimportant), mentions of the reader taking nudes/nude pictures, Allison's section is way longer than Stiles's oops (but that's because I've never written for her before and I got excited).
Stiles would be coming to visit you on a random Saturday - something that he did often. And after letting himself in with his spare key and bounding up the stairs to your room, he would hear music coming from your room and think nothing of simply letting himself in. He could imagine that you were cutely dancing in your pajamas, using your hairbrush as a microphone - something that he would tease you for, but secretly loved.
He hadn't even thought to knock. The two of you were so close - best friends since you were in diapers, having grown up together, gone through everything together.
So when he opened the door and found you standing at the foot of your bed, naked, rubbing lotion over your skin almost sensually - a towel in a rumple at your feet as you had clearly just gotten out of the shower - in seconds, it changed his entire perspective of you. Seeing your gorgeous breasts, the roundness of your thighs, the perfect swell of your ass, the softness of your stomach - it put nothing but downright filthy images in his mind. And in seconds, you went from being his dorky childhood friend to a woman he now desperately wanted to fuck.
He didn't get to stand there for long and stare before you noticed him, but the image of you so beautifully bared was easily seared into his mind forever.
"Stiles?!" You screamed when you noticed him in the doorway, and he felt so terribly caught.
His instinct was to turn and run, but he was dumb from the amount of blood pooling in his cock. He tripped over his own feet and rammed headfirst into the doorway - hard. He became dizzy from the hit fell to the floor within seconds, groaning loudly in pain (and embarrassment) as he clutched the bruise blooming on his forehead.
You rushed to pick up your towel to cover yourself, and then rushed to see if he was okay.
"Oh my god, Stiles." You sighed, kneeling down by his side. "What is wrong with you?"
Well, he could add 'intense sexual desire for his best friend' to that list now.
Allison loved having you over at her place. Between the chaos of dating and not-dating someone that her family had vowed to kill, and being trained by that family to kill others of his kind in the most traumatic and tiring way possible - you were a breath of fresh air in her life. You were the soothing relaxation she needed among the chaos.
She invited you over as often as possible because of this. Whether it was dinner with her family, studying, sleepovers where the two of you talked all night and ate junk food - you were over at her house often. Her family knew that the two of you were the best of friends, and they loved you because you were a smart, respectable, normal girl.
On this night, the two of you were having a regular study session. Nothing special - just sitting on her bed going over some homework. More so, enjoying each other's company in quiet while you worked individually.
"Do you have the notes that Mr. Hoffman wrote down today?" Allison asked you, looking up from her book. "I know he didn't want us to do all the problems, but I can't remember which numbers he wrote on the board."
"I took a picture of it." You told her, unlocking your phone and passing it to her. "Just flip through my camera roll, you'll find it. I gotta pee."
You slid off the bed and left her room for the bathroom, and she opened your camera roll looking for the picture of the blackboard that you had taken. She grinned when she saw that the first picture was of a random squirrel that you had seen outside during lunch. Very you.
Then - a picture of Stiles making an ugly face. Of course. He had stolen your phone during lunch. Then - Scott and Stiles. More Scott and Stiles. Then, pictures of your outfit that you had taken in the bathroom that morning at school. Then - wait, what?
A picture of you naked.
Allison's insides tensed.
It was a gorgeous picture of you, and though she felt a twinge of guilt over the fact that she knew she wasn't supposed to see it, she couldn't stop staring. You were laying on your bed, the morning sun pouring in through the curtains - it had probably been taken before school that morning. The picture showed everything from your collar bones to the tops of your thighs, your arm holding the camera high up to get a good angle of your amazing body.
Your breasts relaxed and your nipples peaked (it had to be from you teasing them up for the picture and not from the cold air, your room was always soft and cozy), your stomach so wonderfully soft, your pussy on display - showing off the dusting of pubic hair that you had their. Your knees pressed together, presenting your thighs in a soft, alluring position.
It made Allison's throat dry.
Before she could even think to keep looking for what she had actually needed, you came back into the room.
"Hey," You grinned at her as you moved to sit by her feet at the end of the bed. "You find it."
One thing that Allison knew by now - lying was useless and something she absolutely hated. You were one person in her life that she upheld honesty with as her greatest treasure.
"No." She said, taking a moment to re-moisten her mouth with saliva before she continued. "But - I found this."
She turned the phone screen toward you and your jaw dropped slightly before snapping shut again with a harsh sound.
"Oh." You breathed out. "That." You paused for a moment. "I - uh. Sorry you had to see that."
You took back your phone from her and locked it, staring at the floor with shame.
"I'm not." Allison said quickly. "You - you look beautiful."
It would be a few days before you fully unpacked what she had meant by this. Even Allison herself still hadn't fully acknowledged that she felt anything more than friendship for you.
You nodded. "Thank you." You took another moment. "I - just - I'm sorry it's awkward."
Allison nodded. She wasn't sure why she didn't feel as awkward as you did.
"Well - who was it for?" She couldn't help but to wonder.
She could only assume that you had taken the picture with the intention to send it to someone.
"Um, well... it was for Jackson." You told her.
The two of you had been texting a lot more frequently since he had broken up with Lydia.
Allison frowned.
"You are way too good for him." She insisted.
And that was the comment that stuck in your mind - that truly got you thinking about what your relationship with Allison meant.
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I just recently rewatched the Witcher and WOLF WITCHER DEREK HALE and jaskier coded Stiles. I absolutely love the witcher and teen wolf and their ideas kinda overlap.
Geralt and Derek have to same character dynamic âGrumpy, I could kill you on sight, only soft for one person, enough gulit in their shoulders to kill atlas. But in the end a good person who wants to be good, (Derek wanting to be a good alpha, Geralt wanting to be a knight)
Stiles and jaskier have the same coded character, uses a mask to hide the real him in public, cunning and smart, sarcastic little shits, someone who has an infinite patience for a grumpy man.
Iâm going to go a little off script because although derek and stiles fit the mold of the character archetypes they would have different backgrounds/motives
So for Derek Iâm picturing:
maybe he was from a rich family that were killed by the Argents (Kate đ€ą) and he goes to Kaer Morhen (the wolf school) and goes through the trails. Boys his age donât really survive the trails so the fact that he did made him the strongest to survive so they put him through the trails again making him the âalphaâ. The hale pack Erica, Boyd, and Issac were also from the wolf school. He later gets called âthe butcherâ after he finds Kate later on and kills he and a few knights.
Or
He was dropped off at the wolf school as a child and Talia takes him under her wing as he goes through the mutagenâs that turn him into a Witcher. Kate is one of the witches that are working on the boys, she manipulated him and uses him to sack Kaer Morhen leading to the death of most of the hale pack. Peter goes feral and he is forced to put him down leading to the nickname butcher.
For Stiles there are many different option one could go with because although he shares many traits with jaskier I cannot see him as a bard. Maybe heâs also a Witcher from the cat school who ends up traveling with Derek after it gets a little to dangerous to as a lone Witcher.
Maybe heâs a traveling healer/herbalist/apothecary who keeps running into Derek and healing him. He graduated from Oxford, and helped smuggle out elves into safer locations(spy stiles). Maybe Derek trusts him to save him because stiles smuggled him out of an argent jail cell, a move that could have cost Stiles his life. So as a thank you Derek swears to help protect him in times of need (overprotective bodyguard Derek, my beloved). Stiles allowing Derek to play out his knight fantasy by protecting him.
âLooking after you is my dutyâ
âIs that the only reason you do it?â (Taken from Epic the movie)
Or maybe Stiles is a spark, he studied at one of the main mage school like Aretuza, and joined the brotherhood. While there he finds a conspiracy to create new Witcher loyal to the crown and the mage schools. One of the trails, Scott. So he grabs Scott and betrays the brotherhood, leading him to seek out Derek to help. Together with the hale pack the take down the corrupt leader and the argents.
There are so many options but the potential is so amazing!! Derek who hates everyone but stiles. The soft intimacy of their interactions. Stiles healing Derek in soft candlelight, light touches on his skin as not to overwhelm him. Derek being surround by stiles scent, a safe place to rest.
#sterek#stiles stilinski#derek hale#stiles x derek#derek x stiles#derek hale is obsessed with him#Derek loves everything thing about stiles - his scent - his intelligence- how he talk a lot#Witcher Au#the Witcher Netflix#overprotective derek hale#alpha derek hale#Geralt and Derek are the same person#so are jaskier and stiles
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Indecent Proposal (14)
Summary: Your boyfriend wants to be part of their empire. You are the pawn heâs willing to sacrifice.
Pairing: Mobster!Stucky x fem!Reader
Warnings: sexy mobsters, fluff, established Stucky, angst, implied smut, caring mobsters, pregnant reader, lactation kink?
Indecent Proposal (13)
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âStevie, you need to help me,â Bucky pants heavily. He barely had the time to catch his breath before you were all over him again. âShe has her cravings again. And she doesnât want to eat food but dick!â
You snicker. Itâs the first time Bucky refuses to have sex. Heâs usually as horny as you are but today, heâs too exhausted to even lift a finger.
âY/N,â Steve sighs deeply. âI told you to get a rest. It was an exhausting day for a pregnant lady.â
âPregnant lady,â you snort. âStevie, not two hours ago you called me your whore and threatened to put another baby in my womb.â You roll onto your back and spread your legs to show Steve your cunt. âWhy donât you come over here and get a taste of Bucky and me?â
âNo.â Steve crosses his arms over his chest. His shirt strains against his chest and thick arms, making it harder for you to focus on anything but the greedy bitch your pussy turned into. âYou will have a shower. Both. No sex. We had plans for today.â
âPlans,â you huff and roll to your side to snuggle into Buckyâs side. âTell him that we are too tired for plans, Bucky.â
âDoll, Steve is right. We agreed on taking it slow for the next few days,â Bucky gently runs his hand over your arm. âPlease listen to him.â
âGuys, it was nothing,â you groan loudly. âHaving light cramps in early pregnancy is normal for a woman. Itâs caused by the change in my hormones and my womb starts growing.âÂ
âThe doctor said,â Steve tries to convince you to take things slow and not even leave the bed.
âThe doctor said the same, Stevie,â you slowly sit up and wrap the blanket around your body. âThey checked on me and ran all the tests. Iâm fine, and the baby too. If you worry all the time youâll miss out on so many things during this pregnancy.â
âThe doctor said itâs nothing serious. But you must tell us if anything doesnât feel normal, or if you are in pain. We should be careful, Y/N.â
You pat Buckyâs head. âI cross my heart and swear it. The baby is important to me too, and Iâll do anything to keep it safe.â
âWe know that doll,â Steve softly says. âWe are worried, is all. You are important to us, and the baby too. The last thing we want to happen is that you get hurt or lose the baby.â
You gave in and allowed Steve to tug you in. It wasnât necessary to spend the day in bed, but you didnât mind cuddling with Bucky while his husband tried to read another book about pregnancy.
For a few hours, you forget about how your relationship with them started and that they killed Scott.
You still werenât sure if it was a good idea to become pregnant so soon. It wasnât in your plans to give birth to the child of two mafia bosses, nor did you imagine ending up between them, stuffed with their glorious cocks.
You giggle and press your legs together at the memory of the naughty position you, Steve, and Bucky tried not two hours ago.
âWe should start buying things for the baby,â Bucky suddenly says. âRight, Y/N, Stevie? We are officially pregnant. I want to go on a shopping spree with our beautiful baby momma.â
âHeâs going to spoil the baby before the little bean is even born,â Steve says, making you chuckle. Steve acts as if he didnât buy every book about pregnancy, and the female needs during pregnancy. âWe need to keep an eye on him.â
âHeâs excited, is all,â you lean closer to Steve to whisper in his ear. âLet him be giddy and all. I prefer Bucky over an absent father any time of the day. We only need to keep him away from the toys.â
âGood plan,â Steve wraps his arm around your shoulders and pecks your cheek. âHeâs busy buying stuff on his phone again, I just know it.â
âWhat?â Bucky looks up from his phone. He was busy searching for a pre-natal course. âDid you say something? Do you need Bucky to take care of you?â He smirks at his husband. âAw, come here baby. Iâll eat you alive if you let me put my hands on you.â
âBuck, keep it in your pants,â the blonde tuts. âWe agreed on having a sleepover and watching movies with Y/N. No sex.â
âFine,â Bucky harrumphs and turns his attention back toward his phone. âJust you know if you wake with my mouth around your dick itâs your fault. I havenât seen it for a long time.â
Steve shakes his head and sighs. âItâs been two hours, Bucky baby. Youâre insatiable since Y/N is pregnant.â
âHey, thatâs not my fault. Your husband has been a horny dog since I met him,â you point out and glare at Steve. âDo not blame my womb for his horniness.â
âIâm not a horny dog,â Bucky dips his head to look at you sitting in the middle of the bed. âI only try to stay healthy by burning calories.â
âYouâre a bad liar, Mr. Barnes,â you point out. âBut donât worry, we like you. A lot.â You pat his thigh. âNow, what did you buy?â
âI didnât do a thing,â Bucky grumbles under his breath. âI was looking for a pre-natal course, and recipes for pregnant women.â
Steve and you stare at Bucky. âWhat?â He shrugs. âI can do more than make you two orgasm, doll. Iâm a responsible and thoughtful partner and try to find out what youâll need during your pregnancy.â
âYou okay over there?â Steve furrows his brows.
âAnd maybeâŠI tried to find out how to get her pregnant again,â Bucky snickers when you throw him an angry look. âDo not give me that look, young lady. You agreed to have my babies. All of them. Iâll keep you barefoot and pregnant for the rest of your life.â
âHorny bastard,â you conclude and decide to get some sleep before Bucky gets his hands on you again. âIâll get some sleep. Tomorrow, we should have a look at a baby store and buy a few things.â
âCrap!â Bucky jumps off the bed and starts pacing the room. âSteve! Weâll need a nursery and playroom. We need to hire the right people to renovate two rooms for us.â
âA playroom,â you snap your eyes open and stare at Bucky. âUh-huh. That sounds dirty!â
âFor the kid, you horny milf!â Bucky tuts, but his eyes drift toward your chest. He already imagines you all swollen. âIâm gonna suckle on those tits when they are filled with milk.â
Steve inhales sharply while you, well you lick your lips. Bucky is as kinky as you are. Heâs all too eager to help you explore every kink. âBuck, if anyone tastes her milk itâs me!â
Part 15
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#steve rogers#bucky barnes#mafia au#stucky x reader#stucky x female reader#female reader#stucky x you#stucky x y/n#Indecent Proposal (14)
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A ficlet based on the idea that the snails just hang around after the end of the session and also reflect their respective players true feelings. (yes I saw the one someone made earlier about Pearlâs snail with Gem but I had this written already and Iâm not gonna not post it just because someone else posted the idea first.)
Pearl was, frankly, sick and tired of the snails. She kept checking the seams of their new base to ensure that nothing can get in. Her fingernails had bits of debris caught underneath them from each time she ran them over the corners, over the grout holding the cobblestone walls together, over everything. Grian said the snails wonât want to kill them anymore, but Pearl wasnât taking any chances. Cleo and Scott seemed content to have theirs hanging around, and even Impulse wasnât as wary, but while she thought they were cute at first, itâs a little less cute when theyâve killed you twice.
âAw look at it! It loves Scott!â Cleo cooed happily. Pearl was actually trying very hard NOT to look at Cleoâs especially. Like Cleo, it was stitched together of green undead flesh. But unlike Cleo, Pearl had no affection for it and thus her disgust overpowered anything else. When she did take a glance at her teammates, Scott was happily patting ZombieSnailâs shell as it snuggled into him. Snailjor was similarly content to curl up against Cleo, who was petting it almost like a cat.
Impulse was reacting a bit more normally in Pearlâs opinion. ISnail was following him around as he changed into a more comfortable set of clothes to sleep in (cargo shorts are very practical, but not very soft), occasionally nudging at Impulseâs ankle. It made Pearl ache to be back on Hermitcraft, with Olive getting in her way as she tidied up. They had to stay the normal length of the session though, even if they had cut the killing short. It would be a few more days before anyone could go anywhere.
Then there was Pearlâs own snail. It was, frankly, nowhere to be seen. It seemed to want as little to do with her as she did with it. Oh well. Another soul bound (that is what Grian had called them, right? It seemed like he was making things up to torment Pearl specifically at this point) rejecting her. Whatever.
Maybe she had spoken too soon, she thought, as a light rustling came from outside the walls. It was followed by the sound of those stupid propellers the things had been using to fly around all session.
âIâm not in the mood, dude,â Pearl called out, as she, like Impulse, searched their chests for the sleep shorts she had brought. As her back was turned, she could hear the snail still approaching, and sighed as its cold and slimy body nudged against her leg. âSeriously, can you just-â
Her words caught in her throat as she looked down at the snail. Instead of the brown shell, navy blue jacket, and oddly long hair that she had been running from all session, there was a light orange shell and little set of overalls. Gemâs then. Pearl crouched beside it, eying it suspiciously. She still really didnât get why Gem was so angry at her, but it couldnât be a good sign that her murder snail was here.
âWhatâs up little Gem?â Pearl asked, putting her hand out. The snail, predictably, bit her, drawing blood with its oddly sharp teeth. Pearl drew back with a yelp, curling the hand into her jacket. âDang it! Jeez Louise Gem, if you wanted to kill me outside of session time, wait till weâre back home at least,â
And home had been odd, frankly. It seemed like Gem might have been avoiding her on Hermitcraft. The Life Series wasnât normally like that. It got kind of fuzzy when you werenât in the server proper. Only a couple of weeks after Pearl had slaughtered them both in Double Life, she had been planning with Impulse and laughing with Cleo. She had done some clean up for Scar the same week she had put up a wall between her and the Clockers. Hell, even right after Secret Life her and Gem had hung out like nothing was the matter, chatting about the series casually. Something about being back here had dug up feelings Gem had clearly chosen not to address with her, and could Pearl really be blamed for that? No, she decided, and she wouldnât take Gemâs snail letting out those feelings like this either.
âWhoa, what happened?â Scott had come rushing over at Pearlâs yelp. She sighed, gesturing with her now bleeding finger. Scott hissed through his teeth, âWoof, thatâs nasty. What did you do to tick off Gemâs snail?â
Pearl growled, frustrating welling up. âThe same thing Iâve done to Gem! Nothing! It came up to me to bite me! I literally didnât do anything!â
Scott put his hands up, looking for all the world like he didnât believe her.
âAlright, alright, let me look at that finger then, donât want it to get infected. Youâve already lost more lives than you can afford.â His tone was joking, but Pearl couldnât help but be a little hurt. She wasnât trying to lose lives! Really! She didnât want to win, but she didnât want to go out first. It was just hard with the wild cards to find her normal footing.
Usually in these games her biggest strength was the ability to hide and outlast her opponents, but the twists had made that impossible. She was a good fighter, could hold her own when inevitably there was only a handful of people left and she had to fight, but she usually avoided getting involved until then. Now, she might be dead before those final bloodbath days, when the whole server was red and all was going to hell, even happened.
While Scott took the time to properly clean out the cut, the snail nudged at Pearlâs ankle again. She shook it off with a frustrated huff.
âSee what I mean? Itâs trying to come up to me! What am I supposed to do about that?â Scott finished wrapping her finger and looked down at the snail, which seemed frankly uninterested in him, beady green eyes fixated on Pearl alone.
âMaybe itâs like an abused cat,â he proposed, âIt wants to show you affection but when you do it back, it starts hissing and biting. Youâve just got to let it come to you and pretend you donât even notice it,â
âOr, we could leave it outside the base and hope it goes back to Gem?â She suggested, hopefully. Scott gave her an exasperated look.
âDidnât it fly over the wall to get her in the first place?â Pearl pouted and huffed, crossing her arms.
She titled her head to get a good look at the snail. Her right eye had gone red tinted and it made it harder to see out of, forcing her to crane her neck at odd angles to see with the left. The Gem snail had come crawling back and was circling the log Pearl had sat down on. Every subsequent circle, it got closer and closer, until it was brushing Pearlâs leg. Finally, as Pearl sat still so as to not provoke another attack, it settled on the log beside her, leaning its weight against her thigh. Pearl ignored it pointedly, holding back a shudder at the weird feeling of its slug-like body.
It wasnât until the next morning that the Gem snail finally left. Pearl had barely been able to sleep, halfway between comforted and afraid of the thing snoozing beside her. She didnât want to provoke it. She hadnât wanted to provoke Gem. Maybe she was doing all of this wrong. Or maybe Gem was. Either way, she just wanted to go home and have things be normal again.
Somewhere, in the forest, Pearlescentsnail found a tree and climbed up it to sleep. She looked around, making sure there was no one else there, sank into her shell, and stayed there until the session ended. She went out alone.
#pearlescentmoon#geminitay#smajor1995#zombiecleo#fanfic#wild life SMP#THIS IS NOT A SHIP FIC#you can read it that way if you want but it is not written with that intention#shiny duo#life series#fic
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Okay, now I need more Logan and Bunny!Girl đ©
a/n: ur wish is my command.
guilty as sin. logan howlett x bunny!femreader. part OO2.
a/n 2: btw I'm trying this new cute little layouts tell me if you like them:) i've been really inactive bcs of work shit and been really sick too, but im writing i swear
synopsis: After peace came to the mansion after your arrival, you did not have another encounter with Logan, so spending time with Ororo became a regular thing for you, although Logan doesn't seem to like it.
cw: PTSD related to prostitution and sex, depression, harrasment. a bit of ooc logan, mentions of sex.
words: 2.7k
first.
You liked Logan.
Well, âlikeâ is a pretty vague word, but thatâs the one that fits better. You liked him. He was handsome, he was fun, he was sweet with you and you were comfortable around him. You liked that teasing game that you used to have with him, mostly he was bothering you until you slapped his shoulder while he laughed.
So, why wouldnât you date him? He was clearly into you too
Oh, such a silly answer. You got shy.
Because of your nature you are almost forced to be shy, but you werenât that shy, you were pretty extroverted when you had to, you didnât really mind talking to people, and you were a teacher, so you had to be slightly extrovert to have that job.
But after that night in the kitchen, when Loganâs hands hugged your skin while taking you in the sweetest way, you couldnât look him in the eye without getting red all over and shaking like a scared bunny before running away. Logan frowned everytime you would run away from him, but that didnât stop him from looking at you when you gave classes and just roamed around you for the following months.
He was obsessed with you. He could watch you for ages, watch that white, curly, pretty hair of yours, how it fell through your back till your lower back, how your shirt was lifted by your puffy tail and how your ears bounced whenever you got surprised or scared. You were so pretty, so cute, and so perfect to corrupt.
He was a bad man, but for you, he would turn into a gentleman.
But you were avoiding him, but you werenât alone, of course. You had Ororo, who was slowly turning into your best friend. Really slowly. After being abandoned by the one you thought was your best friend, it was hard to trust again. But Ororo was patient, kind, and really funny, hanging out with her had always left you tearing up and grabbing your belly because you would laugh so hard.
You liked spending time with her, but sometimes the activities she would like doing triggered you in some way.
The therapist said that it was normal that many memories are blocked to protect yourself, but that they could be expressed and manifested in certain ways. It wasn't a lie. The trauma was clearly very heavy, enough for you to forget most of the events. There were days where you didn't want to leave your room, the pain in your chest wouldn't let you move from the bed, and as soon as you tried, you would collapse on the floor next to the bed in desperate tears.
Ororo had insisted on having sleepovers together, but you refused. There was something about it that took you back to a deep, dark place, a room where the only thing you can hear are the echoes of suffering women, yours mixing with those of others. Sometimes, checking to make sure you were okay, Scott and Ororo would look into your room and see you curled up in a ball in the upper corner of the bed, uncomfortable, as if you needed it. A part of you didn't want to get better, it was easier not to know, to live in unconsciousness, but you knew that it was not healthy, that that life was not healthy.
Thatâs why you started to go clubbing with her, you had already gone two times, this one being the third one. Ororo was sitting next to you, applying a pale pink blush in your pale cheeks before putting some gloss in your lips.
âYou are done, girl.â She stood up and passed you your gloss.Â
âThank you, love.â You smiled warmly. You grabbed your bag and began walking downstairs with her. âReady to go?â
âYeah, let me call a cab.â Ororo grabbed her while speaking.
A little creek in the kitchen made you raise one of your ears.
âItâs me, bun, donât worry.â
Fuck.
Out of all the people in the mansion. He had to show.
âGoing out?â He crossed his big arms and leaned in the doorframe.
âYeah! Iâm taking her to a club that I know sheâll love.â Ororo smiled.
â âKay, Iâll drive you.â He said, patting his jeans to find his keys.
âItâs not necess-â
âGod! Thank you, cab cost an arm and a leg.â Ororo huffed a laugh as you sighed.Â
You were glad that the blush in your cheeks was dissimulated by your makeup.
You were sitting in the passenger seat, pretending to be on your phone as Ororo grabbed a coat she had forgotten upstairs. You wanted to kill her, she left you alone with him, gosh, wasnât it obvious how nervous did you get around him? Maybe not, and she just enjoyed seeing you like that. Yeah, that was your best friend. And worse, he was smoking. Looking so hot and nonchalant.
Logan coughed a bit before looking at you, up and down, and huffed.
âWhat?â You dared to say, without looking at him.
He shook his head. âNothinâ, bub.â
âNo, go ahead.â You left your mobile aside and crossed your arms.
Logan looked down to your chest covered in your black sleeveless corset and smiled.
âYou look gorgeous, bunny.â He said, looking at the window and taking a puff from his cigar.
You closed your eyes shut, almost your whole body getting blushed at the compliment. Not pretty, not cute, not good. Gorgeous. He said that word.
âThanks.â You mumbled shyly, your breath started to get a little worked up. He noticed, of course, and the sight made him smirk.
âIâm back!â Ororo got back in the backseat, and you exhaled like you had been holding your breath for years.
The ride was quiet to you, your mind was peacefully roaming around the lights on the road, even having Logan next to you. That until his hand went to rest on your bare thigh. God, he had to ruin your peace, of course.
His fingers moved to the inner part of your thigh, his palm resting on the front of it. His fingertips massaged your flesh gently, like he knew what he was doing, like he knew how wet you would get with that.
You finally got to the club, some loud music was muffled by the closed doors. You grabbed your jacket and your purse to get out of that freaking car, you could almost scent your own arousal by that moment.
âWanna join us, Logan?â Ororo suggested.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
âGuess someone has to take care of you two.â He sighed and got out of the car.
Ororo slapped your shoulder a bit when Logan was away. âYou'll thank me later.â and she left too.
You sighed and began to get out of the car too, starting to regret all of that.
âGonna stick in the bar, you guys have fun.â He said, quickly getting in to go where he said.
âWell, I guess I won't have to thank you for anything.â You said, almost glad that he had left.
You started to get slightly happier and expectant for that night, you could have fun, you wouldn't get too drunk and maybe, if the music wasn't so good for dancing, you could seat and enjoy it. Yeah, a good night.
(...)
Everything you thought that wouldn't happen, happened. You were some long hours into the party, and music was great, surprisingly great. Not some weird music that teens just used as background sound to get drunk and high. Shakira, Britney Spears, Katy Perry, Madonna and Christina Aguilera were sounding all the time, and you couldn't feel happier. That until âSingle Ladiesâ by BeyoncĂ© started, you almost freaked out, and started screaming the lyrics with Ororo.
It was relevant that you were⊠drunk. Not in the clouds, just drunk enough to feel funny and energized to dance.
âAll the single ladies, now put your hands up.â You sang with Ororo while lifting your hands.
Logan, as a totally mature man, he huffed. Single? Huh, if it were up to him, you'd be tied to the bed right now, and not in those shorts that hugged your butt beautifully and in a thin green tank top with thin sleeves. Between both garments he could see the edge of your baby blue underwear and that beautiful, round, adorable bunny tail.
God, you were beautiful, and he was disgusting, he couldn't take his eyes out of your ass and your tail and how you moved your hips smoothly in circles, almost provoking him. On those âwhoa-oh-ohâ you would move your hips up to the left, up to the right, making your tail bounce.
Was this the karma of provoking you back in the car? Because it was working perfectly, he was hard as a rock.
âCause if you liked it then you shoulda put a ring on it.â
Oh, he was. If he saw one more man looking at you again, he was putting a fucking ring on your finger if that would make you stay at home with him.
In the blink of an eye, a man appeared behind you, you heard quietness when his disgusting fingers grabbed your buttcheek like he had the right too. The muscular memory to pull against it like you were taught to almost won, it didn't because you saw Ororoâs look in her eyes, a look of displeasure and anger.
Your body tensed at the realization of the situation, and that happening in a matter of seconds, your nails went to sink on his shoulder, only Logan's hand stopping you.
âWe are going home.â He said, firmly grabbing your wrist.
You were in the passenger seat now. And you didn't really know how you got there, you supposed Logan had to push you there because you couldn't move, the ghost feeling of that stranger touch, that at the same time felt so familiar.
You were quiet, Ororo and Logan too, but their thoughts were louder than yours, you could almost hear what they were thinking.
Once he pulled over at the mansion, you slowly climbed off the car, putting on your jacket as you walked in. Logan frowns, worried, Ororo had just a concerned look on her eyes as they both follow you in.
You felt almost dizzy, desperate to reach your room, to go and shower, clean yourself up from the touch, from the nonconsensual hands that touched you recently and in the past. The feeling of a dirty touch in your clothes made you want to rip them away. You used to do that since your fur was warm enough for you, but now the feeling seems to have pierced your jeans and burned your clothes.Â
You couldnât hear Loganâs voice calling you, you just went upstairs and locked in your bedroom.
Logan sighed and looked down at Ororo when she spoke. âShe just needs to rest, to think.â She began. âIâve never seen you this worried.â
Logan shrugged. âDonât know whatâs she doinâ to me.â He sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. âWhatever this shit is that iâm fucking feeling, feels like shit.â
âI know what it is.â She gave him a knowing grin. âAnd you know it too.â
Logan raised an eyebrow, confused, before opening his eyes widely in surprise. âWhat? Iâm not in love with her, Ororo.â
She just chuckled and began heading to her room. âIâve never said that.â
Fuck. He was one hundred and eighty years old and he fell for the same old trick. He was turning into a silly teen because of a goddamn bunny.Â
But god, he knew you werenât just that, you were the most gorgeous creature he had ever seen in his life, he was the one that got all drunk with you, all bunny-drunk.
He spent the night thinking about you, how were you, how did you feel, could he help you out on something, did you need anything, did you need him? Maybe he was acting like a teen but he couldnât help it, he was so worried, his heart beated hard in his chest at the thought of you in the state in which he saw you when you came back. When dawn came, he got up like he had nine hours of sleep, when he had just had three, and walked through the mansion, hoping to take a glance at you, but nothing. You werenât around, Ororo said that you were probably not even awake yet: you could sleep for half a day when one of your episodes hit.
Suddenly, you appeared. You had your curly white hair pinned up, your bunny ears held there too, your face gray of tiredness, wearing some wide black sweat pants and a black hoodie on top. His face lit up when his eyes met your tired figure, while slowly worrying about your state. He didnât know what to say to you, he couldnât do the usual âgood morningâ because it was nearly lunchtime and it was clearly not a good morning.
âMade coffee for you.â He said as taking a sip of his beer, you looked at him with slight surprise. âItâs right there on the machine.â
You smiled gently but tired. âThanks.â
You sat in front of him with your coffee, putting your feet in the wood base of the chair while quietly drinking as he read the newspaper. Something about the domesticity of the situation made you feel a lot better, his presence being like a bandage to your suffering. You looked up at him and gently smiled.
âYou can go to rest more if you want, Iâll wake you up when lunch is ready.â He said, lifting his eyes from the paper.
âI donât want to be alone anymore.â You said lower than usual. âAlthough Iâll love to take a nap on the couch.â You said, standing up and stretching.
Once you were on the couch, comfortably resting your head on the edge of the headboard, it didn't take long for Logan to go and sit besides you. He hovered his hands over your body until you gave him a gentle nod, telling him he could touch you. He moved your body so you were on your side, resting your head in the pillow, and he moved behind you to hug your waist in his hands, pulling you closer until you felt his warmth pressed against your back. He sank his nose in your neck, exhaling in relief when he finally got to have you in his arms, his hands caressed your soft fur up and down to get you relaxed.
"Wanna talk about it a bit?" He asked in such a comfortable, warm voice, you couldn't tell him no.
"I almost leaned in." You said. "It was like muscular memory, i got so... normal about harrassment, so used to it that... I almost leaned in."
Logan heard you, that's what you loved about him. He listened, all the time.
"I feel bad about it." You said, caressing his hands.
"Why is that?" He asked while gently pressing your flesh.
"I like the touch, the contact, the sex, the provocation." You said, your fingers started to play with his. "But not from anyone. If I would had the chance to choose, I would've wanted you to touch me."
Logan smiled in your neck and pressed his lips there, leaving a small trail of kisses. Nothing sexual, just loving kisses.
"I am touching you now." He started talkin in your neck. "You like my touch?"
You nodded. "When it's from you, I like it." He gave you a playful bite in your shoulder which made you giggle.
"Listen, bunny, this world is a shit. You went through hell, and of course that type of touch will make you go through it again. I don't want that pain in you, but I know I can't remove it." He gently flipped you around, accommodating a strand of your white hair out of your face. "I just want to be with you when you need me, to hold you, bun. I know that damn therapist told you that you can have your time alone when you need it, but..." He looked at your ruby eyes, his eyes softened and holding your cheek like you were porcelain. He longed for you, you could see that in his eyes: it wans't something casual to him. "...Whenever you need me, I'll make a fucking whole in the goddamn universe to go find yo-"
"I'm in love with you." You said like it was trapped in your throat. "I'm in love with you, Logan."
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Life Series Incorrect Quotes
Martyn:Â As top in this relationship, I think we should- Ren:Â I can't believe you're pulling rank on me.
Impulse:Â Are you sure Skizz's even gay? They barely even looked at me.
Skizz:Â How do you know how to kiss? Like who teaches you? Impulse:Â Well itâs actually a class, but unfortunately itâs full right now. Impulse:Â Would you like me to tutor you? Tango:Â That was smooth.
Gem, in Impulseâs bed: Morning⊠howâd ya sleep last night? Impulse, knocking Gem off: WHAT THE HELL?! Gem: Owâ Impulse: What were you doing in my bed? You were supposed to sleep on the air mattress on the floor! Gem: I had a nightmare. Impulse: You had a nightmare? What are you, five years old? Gem: Listen, I needed to feel comfortable and I was getting this perverse power dynamic vibe from me sleeping on the floor and you sleeping up there- Impulse, in a royal accent: Why yes, how high and mighty I am up on my twin XL! Gem: That is not what I meantâ Impulse: Silence in the presence of your king, who sleeps a lofty twelve and a half inches above the ground! Gem: Listen, Iâm not ashamed. I slept comfortably when I got up on your bed and Iâm sure you did too. Impulse: Yeah, okay- Gem: You know what? I wanna know. Howâd you sleep last night? Impulse: âŠThat was the best Iâve slept in a while. Gem, gasping: The king slept comfortably with a peasant in his bed! Impulse: I did not consent to this- Gem, dramatically: But my liege, our love is forbidden! Impulse, on the phone: Hi, is this the front desk? Yeah, thereâs a bed bug in my room and sheâs six-foot-one, heâs got red hair. Gem: Ask them if they have one of those âDo Not Disturbâ signs. Iâll put it on the door next time we⊠do it. Impulse: Okay, I'ma go shower and wash all of the you off of me. Gem: Oh, maybe together we couldâ Impulse: NO. Gem: Just to save waterâ Impulse: No! You donât even pay for the water! Gem: âŠGood point.
Bdubs:Â What do you call quantums of electromagnetic radiation that donât get along? Ren:Â What did you just say- Bdubs:Â Foetons! *Laughs* Ren:Â Wh-what?
Grian, at an awards show:Â Well, first of all, Iâd like to thank Scar, the love of my life, for telling me Mumbo was going to win so donât bother to prepare a speech.
Cleo:Â Bdubs, can you help me? All of my clothes keep disappearing for some reason. Bdubs, wearing a hoodie that's 5 times bigger than their size:Â Spooky.
BigB:Â What situation is not instantly improved by the addition of fishnets, I ask you. Scott:Â Being a fish. BigB:Â Well, shit.
Grian:Â I am an expert at identifying birds. Bdubs:Â Okay, what about those ones flying over there? Grian:Â Yeah, they're all birds.
Ren:Â Iâm gonna die alone. Pearl:Â Ren, youâre not gonna die alone. Ren:Â Bdubs, was my safety net, okay? They got married and now I have to get a snake. Scar:Â Uh-huh. Why is that? Ren:Â If Iâm gonna be an old lonely person, Iâm gonna need a thing, you know? A hook. Like that guy in the subway who eats his own face. Ren:Â So I figured Iâll be âCrazy Man With A Snakeâ, you know? Crazy snake man. Ren:Â Then Iâll get more snakes, call them my babies. Kids wonât walk past my place, they will run! RUN AWAY FROM CRAZY SNAKE MAN!
Cleo, holding out a cookie for Lizzie:Â Look! This ones a heart, thatâs how I feel about you! Lizzie:Â *Ugly crying* Cleo, holding out another cookie for Pearl:Â This ones like Michigan, thatâs how I feel about you! Pearl, throwing their hands in the air:Â What does that mean?!
Grian: Did you wash the dishes? Mumbo: I thought you wanted to do that... Grian: *chuckles* You were WRONG.
Bdubs:Â Ren, I beg of you. Please, PLEASE go to the doctor. Ren:Â Hey, I'm sorry. Is this OUR stab wound?
BigB:Â Respect my trans homies or Iâm gonna identify as a fucking problem.
Impulse:Â Everybody shut up, I'm thinking. Tango, patting them on the back:Â Well, donât think too hard. I wouldnât want you to hurt yourself.
Joel:Â What's with the new hat? Scott:Â Oh, this? It's nothing. Scar:Â It's the loudest nothing I ever saw. Cleo:Â Scott, you just can't mosey in here with a brand-new hat and act like you're not wearing a brand-new hat. Scott:Â Look, I'm trying something new, okay? Just take it easy. Etho:Â He's right, guys. Come on, let's not go down this path. It's ugly... Kinda like that hatâ Scott:Â I got this from a nice store! Joel:Â What store? The one before you exit the Al Capone Museum? BigB, entering the room:Â What's up, Scott? Did you just finish Bling Ring-ing Bruno Mars' closet? Scott:Â I'm being brave, okay? You guys are sheep. You may want to take a long, hard look in the mirror. BigB:Â Better us than you. You look like a park ranger from a cartoon. Scott:Â Joel, do you think the hat looks bad? Joel:Â Oh, uh, me? Um, I... I wouldn't say it was bad. Like, I think it's just different, like something you would wear in Indiana... Jones and the Temple of Bad Hats.
BigB:Â Well Grian, I have to say, I'm really disappointed. Grian:Â Well, you didn't HAVE to say it. You could've just thought it.
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PLS WRITE A SMUT FOR RUBY PLS PLS I FUCKING BEG

WHERE'S YOUR GOD? (18+)
RUBY x Y/N
Warning: this is not for under 18s, pls stop reading if you're 16 and reading this; broski, put your head in some booksNOT SMUT BOOKS đÂ
I apologise if it's not as good as the Scrim one, I'm still getting used to writing reader x the boys.
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Tonight was the last show of the year, everyone working their asses off to make everything run smoothly. You were part of the sound tech crew, spending every single day with the team.Â
The set finished over an hour ago, leaving you to wind down in your hotel room with a few of the other females that were on this tour, some of them were girlfriends of the crew and some were just groupies.Â
âAnyone else joining the party tonight?â Sammy asked from the bathroom. She was brushing the frizz from her hair. She was one of the merch boysâ girlfriend.Â
âProbably not.â You answer, getting a few boos from the girls that were deciding on going.Â
âGirl, come on, you know Ari will be there, and he has had his eyes on you for a while.â Sammy turned to look at you, placing her brush down onto the counter.
âNo, he doesnât, girl quit lyin.â One of the groupies called out, she had been hitting it with Aristos and Scott since she came on tour a few weeks ago.Â
No one knew that you and Ruby had slept together one night on this tour, however things werenât the same anymore after he had won by getting into your pants.Â
You didnât feel like you could turn to anyone about the situation as many of the girls liked to gossip on their social medias. Ruby was his alter ego and although you knew his real name; you felt like you werenât titled to call him by his name.Â
âSheâs right, he doesnât have his eyes on me. He has his eyes on drugs and free pussy.â You mumbled the last part, hearing the pin drop in the silence that you had created by that one comment.Â
Sammy sighed as the girls began to pile out of the room, shaking her head towards your direction as she walked out of the room without another word said to you.Â
You were begging for this free time all on tour, allowing you to think of everything⊠that Ruby did to you that night.Â
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Your breathes were shortened as your fingers worked faster against the now sensitive, swollen skin, silently screaming for a release. You had been alone for the last two hours, everyone wouldnât be back until late; giving you time to get the frustration you felt out.Â
âFuck.. Ruby..â You whined, biting down on your lower lip as your eyebrows furrowed together, that all familiar feeling began to form in the pit of your stomach.Â
Toes curling, sheets grabbing and your back arching off of the mattress; you came against your fingers. Gasping at the sensation that shot through your body, you were shaking, needing that release desperately.
âDamn, you couldâve invited me.â You screamed from a voice startling you from the direction of the door.Â
There in the hallway, stood Ruby, smirking at the sight of your half naked body. If you could die in embarrassment, this would be the time as you tugged the blanket over your body. âGet out!â Your cheeks flushed, how much of this did he see?
"Come on, don't be like that, you wanted me here, and here I am." He stepped into your room, the atmosphere shifting as he gripped the corner of the blanket and ripped it from your body. "We have a few hours." He mumbled.
He was right, everyone would be getting slaughtered, but why wasn't he? "Why aren't you at the party?" You asked quietly, swallowing the small lump that had formed in your throat as he began to unbuckle his belt.Â
"Wasn't the same without you bein' there." Your cheeks darkened as his knee pressed down onto the mattress, grabbing your left leg before he pulled you to the corner of the bed.Â
His fingers slowly ran between the forbidden set of lips, slipping his middle and ring finger inside as you gasped quietly. The high still there as he worked his fingers in and out slowly.Â
"Stop ignoring me, Y/N.. you've been killin' me all this tour." He muttered as his lips grazed against your neck. The heightened feeling of his lips against your skin and fingers inside of you made your brain foggy.Â
Had you been ignoring him or had he not been paying you any attention of his?Â
Your eyes roll as his fingers quickened, the curling motion inside had you moaning softly. You were trying to fight to open your eyes, but how could you when his fingers worked magic?Â
A softened whimper left your lips as the empty feeling of his fingers leaving you was replaced with his wet tongue. "Fuck.." Your fingers tangle roughly into the untamed mane on his head.Â
"Say my name again." He mumbled before rolling his tongue against your skin, more whimpers and moans were falling from your lips from the pleasure his tongue put you through.
You could barely form any words as his tongue slowly pushed into you, his thumb slowly rubbing circles on that one spot on your clit that placed you into a moaning mess; he remembered how you liked it.Â
His lips enclosed around your clit, sucking softly before he pulled away. The whimpers and moans becoming louder. âSay my name.â He muttered; this time his length was lined with your entrance.
âR-RubyâŠâ You stuttered, gasping loudly as he slowly entered you.Â
Your face burning from the embarrassment you felt as his eyes roamed your face, does he think Iâm ugly? He gave a small smirk, gripping your thighs as he pulled you closer to him.Â
Feeling each inch, he gave you as he slowly pulled out then entered again. Your moans were continuous, gripping his arms for some support as you felt yourself slipping away from him each time.Â
His hand moved to your neck, fingering the small, thin chain that held a cross against your collarbone. Faith is something you had been struggling with recently. âWhereâs your God, now?â He mumbled to himself as he bucked his hips roughly, burying himself deeply inside of you.
Your screams muffled by your fist that you had decided to bite down onto. All your embarrassment and worries gone as Ari flipped you onto your knees; ass in the air as your chest was pressed against the bed.Â
His hips moving in a way that had you cursing and moaning with each thrust. Your thighs trembled as his hands held your hips, tightly gripping them; using them as handles to guide him back into you.Â
âFuck⊠Y/N.â He muttered, slowly rolling your hips in a circle with the help of his hands.Â
That familiar burning filled the lower part of your abdomen, stomach muscles tightening as you gave no warning before releasing around him. Your moans became louder, gripping the sheets of the bed as Ari helped you ride out your high.Â
âShitâŠâ Ari pulled out, groaning under his breath as you felt the wet, sticky substance covering your inner thighs. âTell me youâre on some birth control?â He mumbled.Â
âNoâŠâ You answered, breathing heavily as you closed your eyes; biting your lower lip as you sat on cloud nine.Â
âWell shit, shawty.â The movements of him moving around and the sound of the door closing behind left you in a state of confusion and excitement. Heâll be back again.Â
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