#i think he would be the type to notice things and do something about it

[lovecla]

TBH ; LUKE HUGHES

PAIR ex-luke hughes x fem!reader, auston matthews x fem!reader

SUMMARY maybe luke hughes’ passion isn’t enough. he just doesn’t know about it, yet.

WORD COUNT 1.1k

WARNINGS suggestive, jealous luke, size kink, heavily inspired by the song ‘tbh’ by partynextdoor, lowkey toxic luke, mentions of sex.

FROM ME TO YOU listen, i know i have, like, one hundred and twenty things to write but this is one of my favorite songs and i just wanted to leave this here!!! this is something super short, messy and not at all my style, but i still wanted to do something with this song. i’d recommend reading this while listening to the song ;) as always, i love you and have a nice reading!

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HE COULD’VE swear he felt it when you entered the room.

It wouldn’t be easy to explain if he tried to, but with the way the hairs on his arms stood up when you stepped into the room, he knew he was screwed.

He was sitting on the couch across the room, with a couple of people standing in front of him, as he discussed with Curtis about something he now can’t seem to remember.

“Duude.” He heard Curtis calling him, and he nodded, his perfectly styled curls moving with his head.

“Yeah?” He answered, but he didn’t bother turning around to look at his teammate. No, he couldn’t. Not when you had just entered the room with no one other than the captain of the Toronto Maple Leafs, Auston Matthews.

Luke didn’t know what he was feeling, but he knew it wasn’t right. He was sitting somewhere angry and frustrated as he watched the way your body seemed to float towards Auston’s. The dress you had chosen for that night would probably be in his thanksgiving speech, because he was, indeed, thankful for the opportunity to see you wearing something like that: short, white, almost transparent with a huge slit in the middle, that left little to the imagination.

He didn’t even know why he was noticing you in the first place, since he remembers how he was the one who fucked everything up between the two of you, but fuck. He can’t really help it.

The way you’re laughing at the shit Matthews’s saying, the way you blush slightly under the warm lighting whenever he touches your waist or lower back. The way Luke can tell everyone thinks how much the two of you look good together.

And it infuriates him.

But now— now, you have finally noticed him. You were scanning the room with your eyes when you made eye contact with him, dropping your smile in a millisecond. He can see the way you gulp and hold Auston’s hand a bit tighter.

Luke watches as you force yourself to draw your attention back to the conversation happening in front of you, but he feels accomplished when he notices that, once in a while, you will look at him, for nothing more than a second.

Still.

He finishes the rest of his beer, feeling the bitter taste of it fill up his mouth. He wants to scream at himself to let you go, to stop staring at you like a fucking creep, to not let his mind wander through dangerous, dangerous memories.

Yet, he does none of these things.

He just watches the way your nipples pierced the dress you were wearing, hard and there for everyone to see. He licks his lips, remembering how happy he was when you’d told him you weren’t much of a bra type of girl.

You say something to Matthews before kissing his cheek and excusing yourself, walking towards what Luke assumed to be the bathroom.

“Man,” he hears Curtis, again. “She’s not yours anymore.”

And? He wants to ask. “I know.” Is all he says.

Knowing that you aren’t his anymore doesn't stop him from getting up and going after you, leaving the beer bottle on the table sitting in the corner before walking down the expensive hallway until he’s standing at the door.

“Luke, what—” he hears you asking, but he doesn’t say anything. He just walks inside the bathroom with you and closes the door behind him, hungrily eyeing your body, as he had been doing for the past few minutes.

“Y/n,” is what he says, and you have to pretend that hearing him say your name for the first time in months doesn’t affect you. Because it shouldn’t. “I miss you.”

“What the hell are you talking about, Luke?” You hear yourself asking— you’ve fantasized about this scenario several times before and you’re still not sure of what you’re supposed to do. “You can’t just say things like that. I’m with Auston now and God,” you put your right hand on your forehead. “If anyone sees us here, together, then—”

“I can see that you’re with him,” he scoffs. “It’s all over your face. The way you look at him makes me sick.”

“I’m afraid there’s nothing I can do about that,” you say, crossing your arms in front of your chest, not missing the way his eyes linger around your boobs for longer than they should. “Luke.”

“Does he know you used to belong to me?”

His question takes you by surprise, and you bite your lips, suppressing a frustrated moan. “If you let me end things with you because you didn’t want to make our relationship public, then why would I tell people about it? It was your choice not to.”

He knew you were right. And that made him even more upset.

“Then he doesn’t know about the things we did,” he whispers, standing tall in front of you, making you realize once again that he’s much larger than you, much bigger, much stronger. “He doesn’t know about how loud I could make you scream, how wet your pussy would get whenever you saw me, how you loved when I threw you around like you were nothing but a toy.”

“Luke—” you sigh, but he shakes his head, while pressing his thumb against your bottom lip. His touch burned.

“How when we first started dating you’d cry because you were so worried that I wouldn’t fit,” he chuckles, like the memory itself is enough to make him laugh. “And how you cried even more when I made it fit, when I forced my cock inside that tight, little cunt of yours.”

“Luke, stop,” you mumble against his finger. “You… you shouldn’t be telling me this. We’re— we’re over.”

“No, Y/n, we aren’t,” he says, kissing your cheek, gently. “I miss it when you’d lay with me, body so tiny next to mine it makes me hard just thinking about it,” he presses his finger harder against you. “I miss it, Y/n.”

You sigh, closing your eyes.

“So, tell me, baby, are you with me?”

You shake your head.

“No,” you say, even if you don’t want to. “Not anymore.”

“Y/n, fuck. I loved you.” He reasons, and you open your eyes, just to frown at him.

“Your passion, or whatever you want to call it, isn’t enough,” you answer, stepping away from his touch. “You don’t have what I need.”

“Liar.”

“Maybe,” you whisper. “But that’s just how life is.”

“You’re not being honest with yourself, Y/n, you want me.” He argues, scrunching his curls in his hands.

“Are you trying to convince me or yourself?” You ask, raising your eyebrow before turning around and leaving the room.

Leaving Luke and your history with him behind.

if you want more… ! (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

LUKE HUGHES MASTERLIST.

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[the-undeadwriter]

haiiiii if your requests are open could you please write something for the batfam with a he/they reader who's vigilante name is ghost, and who's going through a chronic pain flare up and feels bad about not being able to go out on patrol for a while, and have the rest of the batfam being really comforting and nice about it

ill love you forever

-🦈🔆 (so i can find this later)

Hi yes hello!!! Thank you for the request, hope I did it justice mwah

Requests are open!!

Warnings: mentions of medication! Brief mention of overdosing(once), Reader is masc, reader is a vigilante called ghost, general chronic pain discomfort, a few thought of feeling inadequate due to chronic pain… possibly ooc? Most of this was written before I went to sleep, spelling mistakes

Word count; 1,749 (!!)

Enjoy!

In your defence, you didn’t think it would be this bad.

Yes, you’d spent the past few days feeling shitty, taking as much pain medicine as you possibly could without overdosing or raising concern. Yeah, you’ve had to take so many breaks doing the simple things you love that you usually wouldn’t need to take, but you were sure you’d be okay to patrol tonight!

And, like you expected, you had felt fine before patrol. You suited up fine, double checked your gear and comms, started patrol…

It’s about thirty minutes into patrol that things start to go wrong.

Oracle had buzzed into your earpiece, voice firm and calm as she spoke into her mic. “Ghost, there’s a situation near you. A potential robbery. Think you can handle it?”

And, considering how close you were, it’d be silly if you didn’t try to do something. Isn’t that why you started doing this?

You’ve already changed course when you answer oracle, jumping from the roof to roof as quickly as you could. “Got it, on my way now.”

You hear a breath of relief on her end before the comms cut off again and you can hear the sounds of Gotham’s late night activities all around you as you hop off a roof across from the bank where this supposed robbery was taking place.

It’s easy to find a way in. It’s easy to find the group of two face goons who had been tasked with this crime. It’s easy to take them down.

Until it’s not.

Maybe you landed badly. Maybe the pain meds you’d taken hadn’t worked. But someway, somehow, things had started to go wrong.

You manage to take down the thugs, and you can’t help but feel frustrated at yourself as you open the comms line again. “Robbery’s been stopped, police are on the way. I…” You suck in a deep breath, leaning against your the closest wall. “I’m gonna cut patrol short tonight, Oracle. Pain flare up.”

A sigh. “Go home, Ghost. I’ll notify B.” You can’t handle the concern in her voice.

You mumble a quiet thanks before shutting off your communicator and pulling out your grappling gun and aiming for the skylight.

As you fly over the city, wind whipping past your face, you can’t help but huff. You swore that you could handle this. You told Bruce that you could patrol tonight. And now…

You reach to batcave quickly, at least.

Alfred is waiting for you, with a tray of refreshments and medicine. “Ah, Master [Name], I heard tonight wasn’t treating you well?” You groan, moving to sit on the closest thing— this being the large chair situated by the bat computer.

As Alfred sets down the tray beside you, he speaks up again. “Master Bruce and the boys have all been made aware of your absence, sir.” You curl in on yourself again. Great, can’t wait for that. You snatch up a sandwich and chew angrily, leaning forward and attempting to type up a report.

“[L/N]”

Spinning the seat around, you come nearly face to face with your youngest brother, Damian. Which… is odd, considering he’s supposed to be in patrol right now.

“Damian?” You mutter, standing from the chair and taking a few steps towards him. “What are you doing here, bud?” You notice that Alfred has disappeared, possibly returning upstairs.

Damian scowls, stomping closer and grabbing hold of your sleeve. You’re still wearing your suit, having not bothered to change. “Being the only sensible person in this house, it seems.” He mutters, practically pulling you out of the cave behind him by the sleeve.

You try to protest, citing the report you need to file, but Damian seems set on taking you to your room. He nudges you into the room and stands at the door, crossing his arms. “Get changed and then meet me in the theatre. Take your time.”

And then he’s gone, and the door closes.

Standing in your dimly lit room, you sigh. Guess you’ve got no choice but to listen to him. Little guy can be real stubborn. Just like you, huh?

Most of your clothes are soft. It’s practically mandatory, at this point. It’s times like these that you’re glad that Bruce was so willing to spend money on the people he cares about— your entire closet is filled with comfy clothes suited for lounging and relaxing.

Carefully cracking your door open, you can’t hear any noises. You don’t see Damian either… he must be in the theatre already.

The theatre isn’t too far from your room, just a couple hallways and one large room with multiple doors. It’s as you approach the theatre that the sound of voices reach you. It’s not quiet yelling, just… passionate conversation.

Yeah, let’s just go with that…

Cracking the door open and peering inside, you’re greeted with the entirety of your family arguing, surrounded by blankets and pillows.

Ah, so this was the plan.

Not everyone is here— Bruce and Tim still seem to be out— but there’s enough people in the room to make you feel warm. You still feel upset, of course, but you’re comforted by the fact that no one is upset with you.

You push the door open, stepping into the large theatre. Three heads snap to you immediately, arguing quieting down to a murmur. The others haven’t seen you yet.

They’re all sitting in a semicircle, blankets and pillows arranged on the floor for maximum comfort. There’s a few snacks on the far side of the blanket den, and the giant screen has been turned on, though nothing is playing yet. That must be what they were arguing about.

Cass smiles, urging you closer with a few gestures. Beside her, Damian’s face lightens when he sees that you’ve followed his instructions.

Settling down beside Damian and Jason, the others are finally aware of your presence and the arguing stops briefly for a few surprised exclamations.

Dick completely stops the conversation, moving closer to you and giving you a hug, one you lean into with a hum. As he pulls back, his expression seems unusually soft as he double checks you’re actually fine. “Hey kid, feeling a little better?”

The pain is still there, it never really goes away, but the pain meds seem to be working. If you had a leg compress or something you’d probably feel better, but you can manage without it for a moment. You nod, getting comfortable on the blanket.

Dick’s expression turns sheepish. “B and Tim couldn’t make- someone had to patrol tonight… they’ll get here later, ok?” He settles in next the Damian, Cass shuffling forward to sit with Steph and duke, watching them argue about what movie to watch.

Jason nudges your side, holding out a plate of your favourite snacks with a hum. You take it gratefully, taking a bite and sighing. You notice that Jason has the remote, and he’s started scrolling the movie options without care fore the argument happing to his left.

“Huh… any of these look good to you?” He asks you quietly, gesturing to the list of movies displayed on screen. Most are ones you’ve seen a thousand times, but you can spot your favourite movie. You snatch the remote and hover over it, letting the details pop up.

Jason huffs and takes the remote back, but doesn’t question your choice. Dick snickers and Jason swats at his head angrily. You and Damian share a look. This is why you don’t have movie nights often.

Thankfully, all arguing quiets down when the door opens again and someone clears their throat. You all look towards the entrance and see Alfred standing in the door way, seeming both amused and tired by the fighting.

He walks towards all of you, holding two trays in his hands. He sets one down on the blanket, revealing it to be a plate of cookies. They seem to be freshly baked…

He hands the second tray to you. It’s full of things you might need— a heating pad, a cold compress, more pain meds and sleeping pills, just in case. He lets you set it down before speaking again. “Miss Barbara wishes you well, Master [Name], and Master Tim has requested that I tell you that both him and Master Bruce will arrive within the next two hours.”

“Thank you, Alfred.” You hum, taking whatever items you think you’ll need and getting situated. You don’t take the pain medication— you took some back at the cave— though you do take the sleeping pills.

Alfred bows slightly and walks away again, likely to prepare the cave for Tim and Bruce’s return.

Before anyone can start arguing again, Jason presses play on the movie. Nobody complains as the beginning sequence begins, likely knowing that you picked this movie.

Damian settles against your side, arms loosely hanging around your stomach. Dick leans closer to the both of you, Jason tries to steal your snacks.

It’s perfect.

You manage to watch the first thirty minutes of the movie before the sleeping pills take effect and you slump against Jason’s shoulder. Surrounded by family, watching your favourite movie, you feel perfectly content to fall asleep.

Possibly hours later, you wake up to someone touching your hair.

Blinking open your eyes, you come face to face with Bruce. His expression is unusually soft, smiling gently at you. “Hey sweetheart..” He murmurs quietly, pushing your hair out of your face. His expression is soft, but slightly upset. Or proud? You’re half asleep, you can’t tell.

He stands up, rubbing his eyes and sighing. Behind him, you spot Tim looking over Steph and Cass, both of whom have fallen asleep together. Bruce glances down at you, smiling again. “It’s okay, kid, go back to sleep, okay?”

Humming, you close your eyes again. You hear him walk away, and feel Tim settle down between you and Jason. There’s some muttering and grumbling, but no fights break out.

There’s still a movie playing quietly, though you don’t recognise it. You think you hear a quiet click, but you can’t be too sure…

You drift off before you realise.

Two weeks later, Bruce has a new photo sitting in his home office, the office at Wayne Tower, his wallet, his lockscreen…

It’s a dark picture of his kids. They’re all curled up together, bathed in a pale blue light. They’re all covered in blankets, and pillows are strewn about.

It’s his favourite picture.

I hope this is what you wanted ^^

[vonbabbitt]

i found the chiba loredrop i sent to my staff thirty years ago. enjoy

CHIBA!!!! so chiba was born in a pretty broke family as an only child. she was always a super peppy kid with a lot of energy and so she made friends pretty easily and generally had a good time. she got along with her dad but he wasnt super involved, mostly the type that sees child-rearing as a woman's job and left most of the work to chiba's mom while he did Guy Stuff like drink and watch tv and go to work and sometimes chat with his daughter! chibas mom was also very old-fashioned so she didnt mind because she had pretty much the same mindset! so she'd do the cooking and cleaning and raising chiba while her dad would just kinda go to work and hang around. they were mad broke. neither of her parents were SUPER affectionate towards her and her mom was a bit more focused with making sure she stayed out of trouble than making sure she was happy, so while she was allowed to go run around and be a kid, she wasnt really allowed to do anything that would get her super dirty or disturb her parents

when chiba was about four, her mom got this idea in her head that she would be a fantastic child actor (and it would also pull their family out of debt which would be great!) so she starts taking chiba to auditions and local theatre and trying to get her an agent and such and such. chibas not really into acting but she likes meeting all the new people and she likes playing pretend so she really doesnt mind! except soon the push for chiba to act starts working and she starts getting cast in stuff. shes cute and extroverted and energetic so of course shed be good in an instant noodle commercial or whatever tf. the point is that she starts getting work and starts appearing on tv! her family starts making a bit of money and her mom starts pushing HARD to get her into bigger roles. this means that she also starts getting a lot stricter. chiba gets pulled out of school because theres no time for school when she has to be on set. tutours only. her mom starts making sure she's always dressed well and her hair is always neat and shes always clean and tidy and most importantly, always smiling! because its cute and makes her look approachable and pleasant to work with!

so by the time chiba is six, the push is going well. shes getting minor roles in random shows here and there, usually as an extra or minor character, nothing super massive but its definitely something. shes honestly kind of over the whole thing by now though. she misses being at school and seeing her friends. she misses getting to go out and play whenever she wants. she does not really like acting! but money is coming in fast and offers are coming in fast and her mom is not ready to lose the good life quite yet. her dad doesnt really notice or care cuz hes not that involved. but chiba is starting to burn out and its starting to show in her performance. her mom does basically everything she can think of - shes taking her to extra acting classes, shes trying to bribe her with toys and gifts, shes scolding her for not being upbeat enough - nothing is really working for her, sooooooo

at age seven, chibas mom puts her on caffeine pills! its fine cuz theyre only caffeine its not like its meth or anything.......is chibas moms defence. but chiba starts taking caffeine pills to boost her performance and now shes back in action. shes usually pretty exhausted but the important part is that shes awake and shes peppy and shes acting. huzzah!

so chiba is getting more and more popular and shes ending up on a lot of TV shows, usually shows aimed at other kids, which she thinks is neat because its almost like shes talking to other kids again but not really but still! so shes doing a lot of television and her family is making BIG money now. they move to a very nice place in kyoto on chiba's dime and from there her career is allowed to REALLY skyrocket because shes basically living in the media capitol now. shes on set constantly, her face is everywhere and shes hustling hard. its around age nine that chiba starts getting a bit bigger (because. yknow, age) and her mom does not love that. if chibas entire appeal is that shes a little angel baby girl, how can she get bigger? shes gotta stay small! so this is where chibas mom has a super brilliant idea: chiba should start smoking! nicotine is an appetite suppressant and chiba needs to keep thin, so smoking it is! chiba ABSOLUTELY FUCKING HATES IT, which she expresses, but then her mom cries and starts going on about how horrible of a mother she is and chiba feels bad so THE SMOKING BEGINS.

when chiba gets to be about twelve, her career is in full swing and shes picked up her first regular sitcom role as a lead, which is huge news. her family is ROLLING in money now and theres no way theyre ever going to give that up so shes basically locked into the industry for life. the only problem is that......shes twelve! so now puberty begins! chiba realizes her body is starting to change and FLIPS THE FUCK OUT BECAUSE SHE NEEDS TO LOOK LIKE A KID FOREVER THATS HER ENTIRE APPEAL IN THE INDUSTRY. sooooooo

chiba starts taking diet pills! now on a steady diet of diet pills, caffeine and cigarettes, you can probably imagine that chibas doing just fkin fantastic! shes a good actor of course, so very little of this ever goes noticed by anyone, because she does a very good job of appearing cheerful and peppy and healthy! but the fact is that shes horribly, HORRIBLY malnourished and exhausted and suffering from a lot of physical and mental health problems. however, shes making a LOT of money, so her mom just keeps encouraging her to keep going and telling her how happy their family is now that they have money and crying every time chiba talks about wanting to quit until chiba feels guilty and backs down. huzzah!

chiba is basically dead inside by this point. she just feels empty and sad and hungry all the time. this is when she starts realizing that the world she gets to live in on her sitcom - happy mom, happy dad, two big brothers who love her, funny plots and family love and yadda yadda - is a lot more appealing than her actual life! so if she could just be that character in that world forever, wouldnt that be awesome? so thats basically what she does! chiba starts just kinda playing pretend all the time. shes a little girl! life is good as a little girl! shes happy as a little girl! nothing bad or scary ever happens to her on tv, so if she can be that person from tv, nothing bad or scary will ever happen to her in real life either! all those insecurities she has about her body? her huge huge fear of ever appearing adult or being looked at in an adult way? no problem! shes a little girl!

+5 years and then shes in the killing game

[dimlylittorch]

my mind is just bee bopping around at this point- my one brain cell is pinging between arcane, cod and marvel.

My Masterlist🌱

Logan Howlett x sweetheart!virgin!chubby!pre-op!transmasc!reader (if you can’t tell this is a niche that only fits me atp😭)

small synopsis: have you really lived if you haven’t had boy pussy before? - me to logan (this ended up being WAY sweeter than i expected?? like i was squealing while writing it) (8.6k+ words)

Warnings: smut, loss of virginity, pretty soft sex, words like cunt, clit, pussy, etc.

Only having recently joined the x-men, it had been a bit of a struggle trying to meet everyone and keep all of their names and powers straight. But there was one man you simply could not forget. Logan Howlett. The Wolverine. The sexy old man that smoked 5 cigars a day and gave zero fucks. Unfortunately, this qualifies perfectly as your type. He says daddy issues, you say yes sir.

Your mutation was on the more tame side of things. You wouldn’t be sent out on missions, but you still helped to keep the mansion running. You did just about anything someone asked of you, always eager and happy to help. That was one of the first things Logan noticed about you. You always had a smile on your face. And when you didn’t, it was only because you were focused. The second someone spoke to you, a smile quickly formed. The thing about it that really got to him? The fact that the smile was real. It wasn’t a courtesy smile. It never felt forced or fake.

The first interaction the two of you had left both of you ever so slightly flustered. Scott had been giving you a tour and as the two of you passed by Logan, he grabbed Logan by the shoulder and told him to say hi to you. He rolled his eyes at Scott, but when he looked down at you he felt something.. shift. He couldn’t quite place it. When your eyes met his you quickly smiled, reaching out your hand to him.

“I take it you’re the Mr. Howlett I hear so much about?” You smiled shyly as you looked up at him. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”

He’d scoffed internally when he heard your words. But it was quickly followed by a fluttering of his heart- when he realized you were serious. You were being polite. That he wasn’t used to.

“Logan.” He said simply as he took your hand to shake it before slipping his hands into the back pockets of his jeans, trying to be as nonchalant as possible. Before you could say much of anything else, Scott started to guide you away down the hallway to continue with the tour. You and Logan’s eyes lingered on each other for a few moments before you finally broke away, following Scott’s lead down the hallway. Logan had huffed as he watched you walk away before turning away himself. He only made it a few feet down the hallway before his mutant hearing picked up your words to Scott.

“No one told me he was gorgeous” you laughed playfully as you weakly hit Scott’s arm, making him laugh. Your words made Logan freeze for a moment, quickly looking over his shoulder to see you and Scott turning the corner.

Ever since then? He could barely get you out of his head. Especially since your loud yet gentle laugh was ringing through his ears any time you were in the same building. How could anyone laugh so much? He doesn’t think he’s laughed as much in his whole life as you do in a week. His eyes always found your soft form, trailing along your body with interest. The two of you were complete opposites in his mind. Where he was hard, you were soft. Where he was rude, you were kind. You were everything he never thought he’d be. And of course, you felt the same way about him.

He’d started to memorize your routine whether it be intentionally or not. He always knew around what time you’d go eat lunch, or what time he’d see you chatting with Charles. He felt like he was going crazy at this point.. he was never one to obsess over someone. Not like this. There were small moments when the two of you would get to talk. It was a rarity, the two of you being completely alone. One he appreciated more than you knew.

The team had just gotten home from a long mission, Logan being one of them. It was the middle of the night when they arrived back at the mansion, and there you stood in sweatpants a sweatshirt and shoes, your hair ruffled, ready to help wherever help was needed. He had to admit- you were always a sight for sore eyes. But seeing you like this? All soft and cozy? It did something to him.

With your arms crossed over your chest you walked up to the ramp of the ship, eyes quickly scanning over everyone that got off. Pretty much everyone was unscathed, only a few with minor injuries which were quickly moved to medical. Logan was the last to leave the ship, wanting to ensure he at least got a chance to talk with you. When your gaze shifts to Logan as he walks down the ramp, a tired smile forms on your face.

“There he is” you say affectionately, as if talking to a beloved pet walking into a room to come see you. “You okay?” You ask softly as you glance over his tall form.

A small smirk forms at the corner of his lips at your words, nodding as he steps down. “Healing factor, remember?” He mutters.

Scoffing with a small smile, you shake your head with amusement. “Just because you can heal from every cut and bruise doesn’t mean you’re okay.” You say softly, reaching up to ruffle his hair slightly. “I know you’re all big and bad..” you say gently as you pull your hand away as soon as you’d touched him, as if catching yourself. “But if you ever need to talk after missions- or in general.. I’m here, yeah?”

He felt his heart skip a beat when you touched his hair. Christ, you’d hardly ever touched before. He couldn’t get over how nice it felt. “Yeah.” He repeats. “Cmon.. let’s get you back to bed.” He muses as his eyes glance over your attire once again, making you laugh softly.

As he walked you back inside, he saw how your arms were crossed over your chest and his eyebrow quirked. “You cold?” He questions.

Looking up at him and then following his gaze down to your arms, you chuckle softly. “No, no, I’m fine” you smile. “I just forgot my binder is all. When I heard you guys land I just threw some clothes on.. silly me.”

He stares down at you for a moment before he speaks again. “Binder?” He questions faintly.

Oh. Right. While he had lived a long time, you didn’t really know of any other trans mutants in the mansion.. it didn’t surprise you he didn’t know what a binder was. “Oh- sorry.” You chuckle. “It’s.. kind of like a bra. But for guys.” You say softly, hoping it was an answer enough without having to get into the whole transgender conversation at 2am.

Once you both went your respective ways, he showered and then got into bed. Opening his phone, he couldn’t help but look up the term. Binder. As he read, his eyebrows raised slightly. ‘Often worn by transgender individuals, transitioning from female to male.’ Well.. that answered a few of his questions. It made sense- you did have a bit of a higher pitched voice. He’d always just chalked it up to you being a feminine gay guy or something like that. But hey, Logan doesn’t mind. He’s too tired to give a fuck about what people want to do with their bodies, or how they want to live. If you said you were a guy.. well. You’re a guy. He was a simple man. And it seemed simple enough to him.

Your interactions grew more common, especially since he tried to make himself available to you whenever possible. He didn’t want to seem too eager by starting conversation- but he knew that if you saw him you would always walk up to him and say hi. You already had him wrapped around your little finger and you didn’t even know it.

Eventually, a mission does come along that you are sent out on. It’s fairly routine, but it’s more of an inside job this go around. Someone will need to be behind the scenes who is easily able to handle multiple things at once- and that’s something you had always been good at. Finally pulling your X-Men suit out of the closet was something you hadn’t expected. But it was nice to finally feel like part of the team.

Of course, Logan didn’t know until last minute you’d be coming along for this mission. He had a tendency to skip the briefings, thinking he would be just fine ‘in the moment’. So imagine the look on his face when he walks into the loading bay, seeing you in your tight leather uniform. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen you in something that fitted- maybe a turtle neck or leggings at best. But even then, you tended to lean towards baggier clothing.

Whenever you see Logan walk over in his matching suit, you can’t help but grin and walk over to him. “Hey- look” you chuckle softly, glancing down between the two of you. “We’re all matchy-matchy.”

He huffs at your words, but in reality he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. The idea of something so soft being under that leather.. it did something to him. “Didn’t know you were coming with us.” He murmurs.

You smile softly, slipping your hands into your pockets. “Yeah.. they just needed someone for background work- nothing crazy.” You say sweetly. “Yknow- I didn’t really think black was my color” you muse as you glance down at yourself. “But I kind of like it. What do you think?” You grin as you do a little turn so he could see all of you.

He groaned internally when he saw the way the leather fit you, but he made sure to stay quiet. A smirk forms over his lips, reaching out to ruffle your hair. “Yeah, kid. You look cute.” He murmurs.

You practically feel your face flush at his words, but you smile wider hoping he’ll contribute it to you straining your cheeks. “Thanks Lo” you say sweetly like always. “Hey.. can I sit next to you on the ride there? I don’t know if anyone else would want to talk to me” you chuckle softly, rubbing the back of your neck.

He smiles softly when he sees your face flush, and nods. “Sure thing, kid.”

The mission was going smoothly, everything according to plan. There was only one problem. Due to some unforeseen circumstances.. you and Logan are stuck in some shitty motel room together. The mission was going to take longer than they had planned for, so they decided they needed to put you in a more semi-permanent spot for the time being. It needed to be inconspicuous, so a motel seemed reasonable. And of course, they didn’t want you without protection. So Logan volunteered was assigned to stay with you.

Walking into the motel with your bags in hand, you sigh when you see how cramped the space is. A bed and a bathroom.. that was about it. Getting a two bedroom would’ve been too conspicuous at least that’s what Logan convinced you of. Logan closes the door behind the two of you, locking the door and propping a chair underneath the handle as an extra precaution. Setting your bags down on the one table in the room, you look around with tired eyes before sitting in one of the crappy chairs.

“Sorry you’re stuck babysitting” you mutter as you rub your face tiredly.

Logan looks over at you with a small smirk as he checks and makes sure no where is bugged. “Don’t worry about that.” He shrugs. “I’m glad to have a little vacation here and there.”

Looking up at him with a soft gaze, you rest your chin in your hand as you watch his form and how it flexes as he moves. “Still.” You murmur. “It won’t be all that fun.. they just have me on my computer most of the time.”

Walking over to sit in the chair adjacent to your own, Logan sighs as he sits down. “I’m just glad I’m not stuck with someone who annoys me.” He mutters.

Before you can stop yourself, one of your usual snippy remarks slips past your lips. “Wish I could say the same” you murmured with a small smirk on your face. When he looks over at you with a raised eyebrow, you can’t help but laugh. “I’m sorry- I’m sorry!” you beam at him. “I promise I didn’t mean it.”

Logan scoffs with a small smile on his face, crossing his arms over his chest and faking a pout. “I don’t know.. you hurt my feelings pretty bad.” He says through a playful smirk.

Rolling your eyes you stand up, walking in front of his chair and leaning down slightly. Gently cupping his chin, you pull him forward so your faces are only a few inches away. “I’m very, truly sorry.” You say softly with a smile. “Can you ever forgive me?”

Logan’s breath hitches as he gazes up at you, his smile fading and his mouth open slightly. His eyes flit over your smile, your nose, your eyes.. god he could look at you forever.

Gazing down at him, you smile falters when his does. You feel your heart speed up when you realize how he’s looking at you. And you can’t help but stare back. Looking into his hazel eyes.. christ. He really was gorgeous.

Time stands still as the two of you look at each other, taking in every facial feature you can, committing it to memory. After a few seconds your thumb gently shifts, tracing over his beard. Your eyes shift down to his beard, a small smile pulling at the corner of your lips. To Logan, you looked so.. absorbed. Focused on everything that was him. Meanwhile he couldn’t help but stare up at you dumbly, watching your eyes shift to different features of his face.

“I can’t get over how pretty you are.” You whisper softly, and your voice rings in his ears. Did you have any idea what you were doing to him? He’d never felt frozen before. Not like this. He was too scared to move. Scared this moment would end and he’d never feel your touch again.

Logan swallows roughly, his hand tentatively reaching up to hold your hand against his face. After a small moment he turns his head slightly, his lips pressing against the palm of your hand as his thumb strokes along your hand. “Don’t look at me like that.” He pleads roughly as he looks up at you, holding your hand against his cheek once again.

When his lips touched your palm, you felt a jolt flow through you, shocking your system. When was the last time someone kissed you? Let alone in such a sweet way. Did he have any idea what he was doing to you? As you look down at him, you feel your heart skip a beat. And your brain finally starts to snap out of it. Any confidence you had is draining away.. when you realize how real this is.. you feel like you’re frozen in place.

When Logan senses your demeanor shift, he knows it’s now or never. A soft thing like you might scurry away, and he’d have to work so hard just to get close to you again. Before he can stop himself, he stands up and wraps his arms around your torso, pulling you close against him to keep you from falling backwards. His lips meet your own in a deep yet gentle kiss.. one that conveys his want, but gives you plenty of space to stop.

Your brain goes fuzzy when he stands up to tower over you, and you practically short circuit when his lips meet your own. His lips press against your own repeatedly, but it takes a moment for your brain to catch up. When it clicks, your body naturally responds, your lips pressing back against his. He groans appreciatively when your arms slip around his neck to pull him down closer to you, and you can feel how his back muscles flex from such a simple action. It drives you wild.. knowing he was so strong- but chose to be soft with you.

Your lips gently shift away from his own, moving to kiss the corner of his lips, pulling a faint growl from him. Your fingers slip into his hair to calm him as your lips move along his jaw line, pressing tender kisses along his beard. Logan holds onto you tighter, one of his hands shifting down onto your ass. When your breath hitches simply from his touch, he can’t help but bury his face against the crook of your neck and smile against your skin.

“Who do you think you are..” he whispers playfully as he kisses along your neck. “Calling me pretty and thinking you can get away with it.” He teases.

Before he can go any farther, he feels your palm cup his bulge forming in his jeans and he tenses in your hold as your lips press against the shell of his ear. “You’re beautiful.” You whisper against his skin, your tone soft enough to make his heart stop. It was the most genuine thing he’d ever heard.

He lets out a shaky breath against your skin, trying to gather himself.. but he was falling apart at the seams. “You’re going to kill me one of these days..” He replies weakly.

The two of you stand still for a few moments, both taking shaky breaths as you hold each other close. “I have so many things to say” you whisper weakly through ragged breaths as you continue to palm his erection.

Logan groans from your touch, placing faint kisses along your jaw. “Tell me.” He whispers back.

“I need you.”

And that.. that was what broke Logan. Before you can say anything else, Logan is pinning you down on the motel bed, his hulking form lying over your own. He slipped his hands into your own, pinning your hands up next to your head as he nips slightly at your jaw. “More.” He murmurs softly.

Letting your head fall back against the mattress, you let out quick, shaky breaths. “I can’t help but stare at you” your soft voice confesses weakly. “You’re the most perfect thing I’ve ever seen.”

Logan groans at your words, kissing along the column of your throat, making your back arch. “Again.” He growls slightly as he pulls his hands away from your own, pulling your shirt up so he can see your stomach.

As your face flushes heavily, you use your arm to cover your eyes slightly, trying to aid the pain of being so flustered. “I wish I was an artist.” You admit softly. “I’d paint you.. sketch you- I’d do anything to see all of you.”

Sucking gentle hickeys into the fat of your stomach, his hand pushes up the tight fabric of your binder to reveal your chest. “Fuck..” he chokes out as he reaches out to grab your breast, feeling the fatty flesh under his palm. “I’ve got.. the prettiest boy in the world” he says weakly. “Right under my palm.”

“L-Logan-“ you cry out faintly, your body arching into his touch. You never thought you’d be this sensitive.. but it was like every nerve that came into contact with him was set on fire.

Before you can say anything else, he pulls you up to pull your shirt and binder off, tossing them aside. Gently laying you back down, he shifts onto his knees as his lips meet your breasts, his tongue gently swirling along your nipples. He pulls away for a moment with ragged breath. “Keep talking” he orders softly. “Keep being sweet to me.”

When you look down at him and your eyes meet, it feels like all of the air has been knocked out of your lungs. God he looked ethereal like this. While Logan keeps eye contact, he tweaks one of your nipples with his hand while his lips wrapped around the other one sweetly. Throwing your head back once more, you struggle to gather your breath. “I- I think about you- at night” you gasp out as his mouth shifts downcast, along the plush of your stomach until he reaches your pants. “I fall asleep- t-to the thought of you” you confess weakly.

As Logan makes quick work of unbuttoning your pants and sliding them off of you, you can hear how his breath catches at your words. “I know.” He says through ragged breaths. “I can hear you.. every time you say my name. Whether it be when you’re touching yourself or dreaming..” he murmurs lowly as he pulls your briefs down. “I always hear it.”

Logan feels how you tense when you realize he hears everything you do in your room at night. He can’t help but smirk as he pulls your briefs off completely, grabbing your legs and hooking them over his shoulders. “Gonna give you what you’ve been begging for at night baby” he groans when he presses his nose against your soft boycunt, sniffing deeply and making you squirm. He sees how flushed your face is, and he can’t help but smile as he presses tender kisses along your inner thighs. “You stay so quiet, sweet thing” he muses between kisses. “But ya decided to crush on the one mutant with super hearing, hm?” He chuckles lowly. “You tried so hard.. I could hear it. How you muffled yourself the best you could.. wasn’t good enough baby. Not for me.” He whispers against your soft skin.

Your thighs clench around his head as he places a small lick along your folds, and you can practically feel the smirk on his lips. “I’ve wanted to taste you for weeks” he groans softly as two of his thick fingers move to part your folds. “Fuck baby boy..” he murmurs as he gets a full view of your leaking cunt. “You got this wet just from me?” He mutters under his breath.

Letting out a shaky breath, you can’t help but nod shyly, keeping your head back against the mattress. “You’re really hot” you whisper faintly in reply as his hot breath fans over your fluttering hole.

He chuckles deeply at your words as he pulls your folds back to reveal your little bud, perking up and pleading for his attention. He hums as he leans forward, pressing a small kiss to your clit, making you flinch at the feeling. “Christ..” he breathes at how sensitive you are. “I think this is the prettiest pussy I’ve seen, baby.” He says affectionately as he presses a kiss to your leaking entrance, making you whimper. “Couldn’t have imagined how sweet my boy’s cunt would be.” He murmurs as he licks his lips.

Taking shallow breaths as you try to gather yourself, you can’t help but ask the question that’s been burning in the back of your mind. “Do.. you get with trans guys a lot?” You ask tentatively.

He pauses at your words, his gaze shifting up towards your face. “Never..” He murmurs. “Never really considered it before. Hope ya don’t mind.. I haven’t met a lot of trans folk in my time.”

Leaning up slightly to meet his gaze, you sigh softly. “You still see me as a guy.. right?” You question softly. “I mean- I know it’s kind of hard with a cunt staring you in the face-“ you start to ramble, but he quickly leans forward and slips his tongue past your tight hole to shut you up. When you choke out a moan and lay back down completely, he chuckles.

“Best of both worlds if you ask me” he muses. “Always liked soft things like you.. and I can’t deny there’s a bit of a preference for cunt on my end.” He fans against your folds. “But to get a sweet boy on top of it all? I’d say that’s the cherry on top.”

Sighing softly, you let out a faint breath of relief. “Glad I can be of service” you joke breathlessly with a small smile on your lips.

Chuckling faintly, Logan slips a finger into his mouth with a smirk before he prods at your tight hole, pushing in as gently as he can. When you groan weakly he starts to press small kisses along your thigh, his finger getting sucked in as deep as it can go. “Christ baby.. you really need to get fucked, hm?” He smirks. “Sucking me in like it’s nothing..”

Reaching downwards, you slip your hand into his hair and tug ever so slightly. Logan has to pull away from your cunt for just a moment, biting his lip with a groan. A flustered smile crosses your lips as you look down at him, eyes completely infatuated with him. “You’re so soft” you murmur softly as you feel his fluffy hair in your palm.

Logan looks up to meet your gaze, a fire lit in his soul with how nice you were being to him. God, just about every hookup he had wanted a quick and dirty fuck.. and here you were praising him. “Just for you” he murmurs, his words containing a small promise. Leaning back down, he starts to suckle your clit sweetly while his finger pumps in and out of your hole at a tantalizing pace.

Hissing slightly from the combined pleasure, you tug on his hair a little harder, and his arms wrap around your thighs, holding you in place. “A man like me doesn’t deserve a heaven like this” he whispers against your plush skin, gently retracting his finger and pressing a sweet kiss to your fluttering hole.

Letting out a weak breath, you gently sit up and reach for the fabric of his shirt, slowly unbuttoning the flannel with shaky hands. When you notice how he tenses at your action, you quickly pause and your eyes meet his own. “Can I?” You whisper softly. “I.. I want to return the favor.” You smile faintly.

Letting out a faint sigh, he sits up and moves to rest on his knees, letting you unbutton his shirt. Smiling shyly, your gaze shifts to his hairy chest as you remove his flannel. He watches closely and notices how your pupils dilate at the sight of his well built body. He can’t help but smirk as you look at him like he was a statue in a museum.. full of fascination. A little part of you wanting to touch. Gently grabbing your hand, he pulls it to rest against the dark curls in between his pecks. “Do whatever you want, baby.” He says lowly against your ear. “It’s all yours.”

Your eyes are glued to his bare body as you carefully pull his shirt off, grabbing it before pulling it into your chest, looking down at it as a small smile forms. “I love this one on you.” You whisper softly.

He smiles affectionately at your words as he gazes down at how cute you are. You were gazing down at his shirt like it was the most precious thing in the world. Reaching forward, he gently puts his hand on the flannel and pushing it out of the way. As soon as you look up, his lips meet yours in a sweet kiss. Letting go of his flannel you grin against his lips as he wraps his arms around your back. Shifting to where he falls to lay on his back on the motel bed, he pulls you with him to straddle him.

Laughing sweetly as you sit up, you can’t help but run your hands through the dark curls of his chest, admiring how warm he felt. He watched affectionately as you take in his form, eyes exploring his body like no one had before. After a few moments he can’t catch himself before his hips roll upwards slightly, sending his clothed erection to rut against your bare cunt.

“Shit” you gasp out at his movements, your mouth hanging open slightly at the feeling. You sit still for a moment, trying to get past your flustered state. Rubbing your hand along his side, your eyes shyly meet his own. “Could.. could you do that again?” You ask softly.

He grins at your words, quickly bucking up his hips so the rough fabric hits your boycunt just right. “Ohh, fuck yeah” he groans as he lets his head fall back against the mattress. “That’s the stuff.” Blushing heavily you experimentally roll your hips against his own, pulling a groan from him. “God.. you’re going to be gripping my cock like a vice. Can already tell.”

As his words send a heat through you, you can’t help but make quick work of his zipper and jeans, doing your best to pull them back, leaving mainly his boxers visible. When you hesitantly palm his erection, you see how he grips the sheets with a groan. Unable to wait any longer, you gently pull him out of his boxers, heat blooming in your core when you see how fat his cock is.

“Logan..” you whisper breathlessly, but before he can look up and answer you, you’ve already moved back, leaning down and starting to lap at his dick. Logan’s hips flinch at the feeling of your hot tongue, doing the best he can to keep himself still.

When you provide little kitten licks to his tip, he lets out a gravelly moan, but you could hear his resolve fading. “Holy fuck, baby” he says through clenched teeth. “You’re so good- so good.”

Little beads of precum started to form at his tip, which you hesitantly tasted. He sits up slightly, his eyes dilating when he sees how your small hand barely wraps around his cock. It’s clear you don’t want to overwhelm yourself, your eyes closed in concentration as you wrap your lips around the head of his dick, sucking softly before letting your tongue travel around the shaft.

You keep your eyes closed as you try to focus on his dick. You wanted to cement him into your memory, carving out a portion of your mind that would be dedicated to him and only him. Where you could recall how heavy his cock was against your tongue, how his abs against your plush stomach made him groan, or how his tongue felt against your little bud. He was just so perfect. You couldn’t stop thinking about it while your tongue traced his cock. His beautiful brown eyes, stoic personality- his protective instinct? How he always checked on you? It made your head spin. You never thought you’d have him like this.

Logan couldn’t help but run his fingers through your hair, ever so slightly pushing you down further so you’d lap at the base of his cock. When he feels a few cold droplets fall around his groin, he grunts and looks down, struggling to keep his eyes open. But within a few seconds, his eyes are open and alert as he stares down at you with wide eyes. You were crying. Your eyes were closed as you licked along his veiny cock, tears dripping down and gathering at the base. He quickly sat up, using your hair to pull you off of him gently. “Baby- baby, what’s wrong?” He said slightly panicked.

You’re a little confused when he pulls you away and starts to speak, your mind foggy and vision slightly blurry. “hm?” You hum faintly as he pulls you onto his lap, his hands quickly cupping your cheeks and wiping your tears away. When you register his worried gaze, you start to come back a little, moving your hand to wipe at one of your eyes. You look down with slight confusion to find that you had been crying. Crying on his cock when he hadn’t even done anything- jesus.. it was pathetic. Your cheeks quickly heat up when you realize how stupid you looked. “N-nothing” you stutter out quickly as you try to wipe your tears away completely, eyes downcast and unable to meet his own. “My- my body is just- being dumb.” You murmur quietly.

He huffs at your words, not taking that for an answer as he lifts your head up to face him. “Did I hurt you?” He asks, his voice much softer than usual. “You gotta be honest with me, bub.”

You quickly shake your head no, hating that he even considered he was to blame. “No- no. I don’t.. I don’t know why I’m..” you trail off, embarrassment flooding your body.

His eyes never leave your own, his thumb tracing over your cheek gently as his other hand falls to your hip. “Was it overwhelming?” He asks faintly. “I.. I know I’m bigger. Than average, I mean.” He murmurs.

You quickly shake your head, your eyes landing on his own. “I was just- thinking.” You murmur quietly. “While I was.. you know.”

His head tilts slightly, his hand shifting to brush his fingers through your hair. “You shouldn’t have to think, bub. M’supposed to take care of ya.” He sighs softly. “What’s going through that head of yours?” He asks.

You look downcast, leaning against his hand when he rubs your head. As you look down, you start to realize that your bare cunt is against his cock- but you’d ruined it. He wasn’t all that hard anymore, not nearly like he was. When his question registers, you sigh faintly. “Just.. about you.” You confess in a whisper. “You’re so.. warm.” You murmur. “And safe. And pretty.”

A faint scoff slips past his lips, a tiny smirk at the corner of his mouth. “So? You started crying because you like me so much?” He teases. But what he doesn’t expect, is for you to look up at him with a guilty look in your eyes. Christ.. he couldn’t catch a break with you. First you praise him more than he’s ever been praised, and now here you are crying because he’s too perfect? Fucking hell. When he sees the genuineness in your gaze, he stills for a few moments. “Baby.. ya can’t be serious.”

You look downcast once again, and you feel tears starting to form in your eyes, which you quickly start to wipe away. “It’s- it’s different.” You say quietly in your own defense. “I’m different.”

His eyes narrow for a moment in thought. “..different.” He repeats faintly. When you nod, he leans his head back against the headboard as his eyes trail over your naked form, his hands moving to knead at your thighs. “Different or not.” He murmurs. “I still want you.”

A weak smile forms on your lips for a moment. “I’ve never sat in someone’s lap.” You confess softly as you gesture down to how you’re seated on top of him. “No one’s ever seen me naked. Not like this.” You murmur with a shaky sigh. “No one’s ever.. held me.” You whisper, placing one of your hands over his own. “Made me feel warm. And safe.”

His body tenses when he listens to you speak. You were a virgin. And not just physically- it sounded like it was emotional too. No boyfriends to hold you? Cuddle you? Keep you close like you’re their personal teddy bear? The thought made him a little sick. Knowing you’d gone for so long without touch. Without another thought he wraps his arms around you, pulling you to lay completely against his chest. “Baby.” He whispers against your ear as he starts to rub your back. “sweet boy.” He adds faintly. “No wonder you were crying. I- I should’ve held you. Should’ve held you first.”

Your body tenses when he pulls you close, but you very slowly start to relax against him. God he was warm- like a heater. You couldn’t help but melt against him, your legs spreading as you rested against him completely, your bare chest against his own. “s’okay.” You murmur faintly. “i just wanted to touch you.. didn’t matter how.”

He sighs faintly as he holds you close, tucking his face into the crook of your shoulder. “Can’t get over how sweet you are.” He murmurs against your skin. The two of you stayed like that for a few small moments, but you can’t ignore the ache between your legs anymore. You tentatively press your lips to his collar bone, the kiss featherlight. You wanted him so badly- but you didn’t want to ruin the moment. A small smile crosses his lips when he feels your lips, and one of his hands travels down your back. “I can feel you dripping” he smirks against your ear. “No point in being shy now, yeah?”

You sigh softly, your cheeks burning hot against his skin. “can we?” You whisper tentatively.

He smiles softly, pulling his arms from around you to rest on your thighs. Leaning back slightly, he reaches down as you lift your hips, jerking himself a few times before aligning with your entrance. “Do you trust me?” He says as he looks up at you, his voice full of care.

Your hands rest on his chest, trying to ground yourself with a shaky sigh, your eyes closing. “With my life, Logan.” You say breathlessly.

His breath hitches and he gently guides you down with his other hand, heavy hold on your hip. You hiss slightly as his tip prods at your tight hole, and he lets out a groan. “fuck baby” he huffs. “need this pussy wrapped around me, yeah?” he grunts as you sink down a little further.

Your eyes are tightly shut, trying to calm down your breathing as you feel the little burn of his tip slipping in. It’s clear you’re trying to focus, and Logan can feel how tight you’re clenching around him. “f-fuck” you whimper, your thighs shaking as you try to go slow. When he feels how tense you are, his brows furrow slightly with concern. You needed to be relaxed- you needed to enjoy this. He needed to take care of you. Before he can slip in any deeper, he gently pulls you off of him, much to your surprise. You look down at him with concern as you rest on his thighs. “Lo?” You ask softly. “Did I do something wrong?”

He shakes his head no, lifting you up slightly so he can get onto his knees. He lets your back fall against the mattress as he shifts up as close to your boycunt as he can get. “Gonna take care of ya” he grunts as he puts his hands under your knees on the backs of your thighs, holding them up so he can position himself correctly. When he lets your legs go you sigh softly, letting them wrap around his waist. “I think you’ll like this much better.. I can get as deep as you want- all ya gotta do is ask.” You nod gently, watching as he moves to lean over you, his eyes closing as he grabs his cock, lining it up with your hole once again. “This time-“ he murmurs as he presses in slightly. “It’s for real, baby.”

You gasp weakly when you feel that burn in your pussy as it tries to accommodate him. Before you can even really comprehend the pain, his lips meet your own in a deep kiss, making sure you’re distracted from any discomfort. His other hand shifts down to your boycunt, his thumb gently tapping your little bud, trying to not get you too overwhelmed too early. “Logan” you choke out when he manages to press in almost halfway. “it- it won’t fit” you say quickly, but his thumb on your clit starts to calm your mind.

He presses a gentle kiss to your chin before drifting down to leave hickeys on your neck. “You were made for me, sweet thing” he whispers. “I promise it’ll fit.”

Logan swears he’s seen heaven at this point. The way your tight, warm walls engulf him are driving him to the brink of insanity. You’re squeezing him like a vice, and he can feel how goddamn wet you are. Out of all the people he’s fucked, he knows this one is different. The grip of your boycunt is like a loving hug, and the way your eyes flutter closed makes his lower stomach twist into knots. Could he even remember a time he knew a man this perfect? Sure, he’s had a few guys choke on his dick every now and then.. but this was something different entirely. He could feel himself submitting to you- even though he was taking the lead. Everything in his being was screaming at him to make you feel good. His legs wanted him to pound into you, his arms wanted to hold your legs back to make sure he could reach your deepest spots. It took everything in him to hold himself back, to make sure he didn’t overwhelm you.

Hearing your soft cries of his name made him clench his teeth. He’d never been overly fond of his name, but hearing it from your lips made it sound like the most beautiful thing in the world. He said your name over and over like a prayer as his arm wrapped around your torso, his face burying itself into the crook of your neck. “so fucking good- you’re so good” he groans against you as he starts to suck hickeys into your skin. He made sure the pumps of his hips were loving, grinding against you as carefully as he could, ensuring you could feel every inch of him over and over again. “ya feel me?” he grunts against your ear, making you mewl. “that’s right kid- this cock is all yours. Never givin’ it to anyone else.” He groans.

Your arms were wrapped tightly around his neck, holding him as closely to you as possible. He could tell how much you craved his touch, the warmth that his body offered, and he made sure to give you everything he could. “logan!” You gasp out, making him clench his teeth. “holy shit- don’t stop- please don’t fucking stop.” You pleaded into his ear.

He chuckled at your words, slowing his hips just enough to drive you crazy. The tender grind of his crotch against your puffy clit left you dizzy, your thoughts melting into nothing but him- exactly what he wanted. “Good boy” he breathes against your ear. “Keep takin’ this cock, yeah? Fuckin’ hell- never realized how bad I needed you, bub.” He sighs against your skin as one of his hands shifts to your chest, squeezing the soft flesh under his palm. He audibly groans when he feels how pliable you are for him, your head resting against the mattress as his hips roll into your own. He smirks at the sight, shifting his head down so he can take your nipple into his mouth, rolling his tongue over the peak.

You hiss at the contact of his hot tongue against your chest, the contrast sending a shiver down your spine. “Logan-“ you gasp as your hands shift into his hair, tugging on his strands to try and ground yourself. His lips let go of your chest with a pop, a grunt leaving him when you tug on his hair. It makes him buck his hips up, the hardest he’s done it yet. He freezes when he feels you gasp- had he hurt you? Did he get too eager? Before he can say anything, your hands cup his cheeks and bring him to meet your gaze. “do that again.” You said quietly, the order making him smirk.

“Yes sir.” He chuckles as he hikes up more onto his knees, giving him the leverage he needs to really fuck you good- just like he wanted to. He was thankful they were in some shitty motel instead of the mansion. There would’ve been no hiding the sound of his hips slapping against yours, or how your moans were getting progressively louder. And he couldn’t stop himself from moaning himself- your cunt just felt so good wrapped around his cock, squeezing it for all it was worth. “shit-“ he chokes out as his hand slips down to rub against your puffy clit, watching as your eyes roll back slightly. “i knew baby- i knew my hand couldn’t even come close to the real thing, yeah? So goddamn tight.. gonna milk me dry?” He grunts.

You nodded mindlessly, lost in how his cock kept hitting right up against that perfect spot inside of you, making your body tense up with ease. “Mhm” you whine in reply, your fingers tugging on his hair as your body clenches up around him. “Lo-“ you gasp weakly. “fuck-“

“That’s it” he coaxes as his thumb speeds up on your clit. “Cmon bub.. almost there. So close, yeah? You’ll feel better after you make a mess on me” he smirks as he places kisses along your collar bone, admiring the embarrassment radiating from your face. Before he can say anything else to tease you, he feels your boycunt clench up around him impossibly tight, stealing his breath away. He quickly grunts, crashing his lips against your own in a needy kiss as he tries to keep his hips moving, but he knows it’s a losing fight. You’ve got him locked down tight, cumming around his cock like you owned it. “Holy fuck, kid” he groans, his arms slipping around your form, holding you close to his chest as he braces himself.

As your mind went hazy from your release, you barely registered Logan pulling his cock out of you and rutting against your boycunt like a dog in heat. As you started to come to your senses you realize how he’s babbling against your neck as he chases his own high. “Holy hell, bub-” he chokes out. “this cunt- goddamn it’s mine.” He huffs. “fuck I’ve needed you- where the hell have you been all my life?”

Watching him with a fucked out look, you gently pull his chin forward to kiss him. But this time- this time it’s different. He feels himself cum the second you start kissing him like you love him. Like you care about him. Like he’s precious to you. His hips stutter before he lets his lower body fall onto yours, unable to form a coherent thought as you grace him with your lips against his own. You can feel the hefty rise and fall of his chest, his lungs trying to keep up with the rest of him. “Do you need some water?” Your soft voice whispered as you gazed up at him.

That look? That look was something he would never be able to forget. That look of soft dominance that came ever so naturally to you. You were smaller and weaker than him, but here you were concerned for his comfort. He was dominant, sure. He could command a room with ease, make himself the center of attention whenever he needed to. But you felt it was your responsibility to care for others without a second thought. And that’s something he could never imitate. You’re a good person through and through- and he couldn’t believe he was allowed to have you like this.

“I should be asking you that” he murmurs as he lets his head rest against your chest.

Sighing contentedly, your fingers gently trail through his hair. “You did all the work.” You huff with a tired smile. “Ten out of ten, by the way. Would fuck again.”

He snorts with laughter, sitting up to pull himself off of you. He sits back on his knees, looking over his handy work. Your abdomen painted white, chest rising and falling in tandem with his anxious heart. “Well” he smirks. “I’m always around.” He teases as he slips off of the bed, walking into the small motel bathroom. “Don’t move too soon- you might be a little weak” he calls out as you hear the sink start to run.

You slowly sit up, glancing down at how his cum shone on your skin, the trail being muddled from the rolls of your stomach. A small smile spreads on your face as you turn to look at yourself in the cheap mirror on the wall. Maybe it was your imagination.. but you felt it. That little afterglow that radiated off of you- maybe just for you to see.

After a few moments, Logan walks out of the bathroom but stops short in the doorway, watching how you admired yourself in the mirror. His smirk softened as he leaned against the doorway, clearing his throat slightly. “If you need a minute I can leave you two lovebirds alone” he teases, referring to you and your reflection. His heart flutters when he hears your laugh, and he makes eye contact with you through the mirror. “What’s got you all.. smiley?” He murmurs as he walks over to the bed, sitting near the headboard so he can get a good look at you.

You turn to look him straight on, your head tilted slightly like a puppy’s would be. “I just..” you whisper. “I don’t feel guilty.” You smile.

His smile falters, and understanding starts to set in. He gently pulls you into his arms, guiding your back to rest against his chest. He tenderly takes the warm cloth he had in his hand and starts to wipe you up, his lips against your shoulder. “I think you’re the first person that hasn’t regretted sex with me.” He murmurs faintly. “I’m bad news, kid.” He sighs.

You let your eyes close as he takes care of you, cleaning you up as gently as he could. His words make you scoff, a small smile on your lips. “Logan.. our entire lives are bad news.” You say softly, your eyes opening as you turn to look into his eyes. “You really think I’m adverse to risk? We’re doing a sting operation right now for god’s sake” you snort. Before he can reply, your eyes widen and you push yourself off of the bed, landing on wobbly feet. You catch yourself on the nightstand, a string of curses leaving you as he looks at you with confusion. “The mission!” You hiss, digging in your bag for your computer. When you check the time.. only thirty minutes has passed. Breathing a sigh of relief, you close your computer, tossing it onto the bed. “It’s only been thirty minutes? Seriously?” You huff.

Logan grins at you, lying back against the pillows. “Sex really doesn’t take that long. Unless you want it to, of course.” He smirks.

You smirk back, walking over to your bag and pulling out an oversized shirt you brought to sleep in. “I think I’m out of commission for the night” you chuckle. “But- if you say please I’ll let you take me to that diner down the road in the morning.”

Before you know it he’s up and behind you, his hands slipping around your waist. “That’s the gentlemanly thing to do.” He grunts against your ear. “Do I look like a gentleman?”

Turning in his arms, you look up at him lovingly. “Give me a week” you hum. “I can make it happen.”

He huffs, capturing your lips in a kiss. When he pulls away, one of his hands slip up to cup your chin. “Fuckin’ hell..” he breathes. “You’ve already won this war, you know that?”

You tilt your head with a smile. “I didn’t know there was a war to win.”

“Mhm.” He hums, letting his forehead rest against your own. “You’ve got a mutt in your corner now, bub.” He murmurs. “Throw me a bone and I’ll bark.”

RAHHHH I FINALLY FINISHED IT‼️ I really hope you guys enjoyed! This is officially my longest writing ever. Reblogs and notes are extremely appreciated!! I look at every notification I get :)

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Hiii, if you’re still open to requests, may I suggest either Tim/masky or EJ (or anyone you prefer really) with a super femme S/O who’s just really crass. Like they love all things cute and pink but they’ll take every opportunity to say the most outrageous thing they can think of

EJ and Masky with a hyper fem s/o who says outrageous stuff

A/n: hii!! Omg I loved this request specially because I'm kinda like that? I mean my mouth sometimes runs faster than my mind and I end up saying outrageous things but it is not, like, on purpose most of the time and I really like dressing super fem! I also really love writing for EJ and Masky :D. Sorry for the long rant I'm kinda lonely and need to run my "mouth" out a bit, anyway I hope you enjoy!!

A bit of a content warning for NSFW and generally gross topics but nothing too explicit.

Eyeless Jack

🎀 honestly you too contrast so much is kinda comical. EJ is the dark serious silent type and you are a cute and pink agent of chaos who honestly can talk a lot, specially considering you take every opportunity to say absurds.

🎀 Is pretty hard to surprise/get him off guard but when he first meet you he was pretty surprised, he thought you would be the shy "feminine energy" super polite girl you being really crass caught him a lil bit off guard

🎀 He isn't bothered by the things you say, he honestly find the fact that you're crass quite interesting

🎀 Yap sessions Yap sessions!! You'll let all of your wildest thoughts run out of your mouth and EJ will sit and listen. He won't judge but sometimes a thing you said will generate a long philosophical discussion about why you think that and he usually says something like "you do/say that just because you like to go against the norm or is it something deeper?" to start it off

🎀 You asked him once if his semen could be dyed with food dye BEFORE it came out of his body. It technically can? But like only because you can "tint" the urethra a bit with the dye but it involves a catheter and he's not going to put one in his dick because you want to see how much food dye would take to make his cum neon green. No matter how much you tried to convince him he won't budge ☹️☹️

🎀 You know that scene in some random old movie that I don't know the name with Marilyn Monroe that goes something like that:

"I know more than 200 ways to kill a man"

"You could glue a jar filled with rats to someone's face and then light a torch on the bottom so it would start to heat up and the rats would try to run away by chewing the person face off ☺️"

"201"

That's you two.

🎀 The only time when he will ask you to shut up and be polite is when you need it for your safety. I mean not everyone likes crassness and the most violent creepypastas would kill you without a second thought if you irritate them too much so he'll make sure you know beforehand when it's dangerous for you to be your true self

🎀 As I said in previous headcanons Jack doesn't really see stuff so he doesn't have a solid opinion on your style of clothing, he likes the texture of it though. Ruffles are great to run his hands through

🎀 Over time he just kinda stopped listening your crassness like, not in the literal sense but sometimes people around him point out and he's just "oh I didn't notice" he just filtered out that what you were saying was crass and just registered "my s/o is talking"

🎀 Overall a pretty good relationship, you two balance each other very well

Masky

🎀 He doesn't really like people who are crass or being crass himself. He's too old for that, but he will put up with you out of love.

🎀 Overtime he grew used to how you are, but that doesn't mean he wouldn't look at you like you're insane when you say something particularly out of pocket. Like creeps usually do stuff that's not really polite or demure but they don't typically say stuff out loud (or at least they shouldn't)

🎀 Your cute style is really a pro in his list on why he put up with your bullshit. It might not look like it but he has a soft spot for cute things

🎀 yapping with him might be a little difficult, he will listen to you of course he's not a bad boyfriend but he will shut you down pretty quickly if you're trying to convince him of doing some weird experiment or saying something particularly absurd.

🎀 He will use stuffed animals, cute clothes, nice dinner dates etc. to bribe you to be at least less crass when the situation call for it. You will shut up and be polite and not crass if he just asks nicely but you can't help but exploit him a little on this aspect and I can't blame you

🎀 if you ask him, he will gladly give you some lessons on good manners. He likes you however you are but this is something he thinks you can work on...

🎀 shuts you up with kisses. I will not elaborate

🎀 He has a secret ranking of most outrageous stuff you said to him/near him is only 5 itens long but he likes looking at it from time to time when he's missing you.

🎀 Assuming the Creeps exist in the same universe as us and not in a separate one: you told him about Twink Masky. He did not like it. It was funny

🎀 Despite everything he loves your personality, even if your crassness can be considered a "flaw"

[mcflymemes]

AS SAID BY NEVE GALLUS - PARTY BANTER *  assorted banter from dragon age: the veilguard

we're under fire! look out!

i've got you covered.

that's one way to handle it!

we're getting somewhere!

might want to stay quiet.

well, isn't that a treat?

i'll take your word for it.

you helped me as much as i helped you.

do i want to know where this is going?

what do you need?

guess i'm still stunned.

it's easier to hide.

a stake out's easier in the dark.

does it bother you?

it'll be just like old times.

you ran into him?

he was the meanest pie maker i ever met.

what was it doing in the middle of a crowded market?

where's the truth start and the rest begin?

that's how the whole job started.

i heard you and [name] arguing.

sounded like you were ready to kill each other.

i get why you're worried about [name].

we need both sides of the coin to have a shot at this.

the place has quite the atmosphere.

i heard it from a friend of a friend's cousin.

fair enough.

they seem like the types to enjoy a spooky story or two.

is fighting monsters about the hunt or about the victory?

you've got a funny idea of fun.

are we going to sell flowers?

guilt comes out in funny ways.

you hear something different?

you know [name]. probably sprained an ankle.

you want to know if i've tried it myself.

you keep things quiet.

he walked into my office.

there's a case. i've got a lead.

i'm not sure yet, but i'll get back to you.

you don't need magic for that.

i'm connected. whether it's well connected depends on who you ask.

i probably know someone.

that step's a formality.

someone's always willing to take a chance.

who's going to stop it?

you wonder why i'm busy.

someone's been visiting the fancy part of town.

i'm a sucker, that's all.

right, should have guessed.

you've done well for yourself since.

i wasn't trying to pry before about where you came from.

i just notice things.

might even get some sleep tonight!

for that, i'm sorry.

you'll give it your best shot.

i'll take your word for it.

you think they'll come through?

are you getting used to your new abilities?

you're getting the hang of those powers.

this should be interesting.

i watch everyone.

we don't know that.

we'll manage something. might even make it out alive.

that would make sense.

if you ask the question, maybe i can answer it.

are you mad at me for something i did in a dream?

you know him better than i do.

i'd hate for assassins to find me predictable.

don't flatter yourself too much.

i don't trust anyone on first meeting and i keep an eye on everything.

you're just so serious.

it wasn't personal.

does this mean you trust me less?

you don't have to.

find me at midnight and we'll test the theory.

it was your call to make.

i might have a weakness for seafood and candlelight.

we have our moments.

my work leads me to strange places.

you're not bad to work with.

thanks for noticing. not everyone does.

isn't this exciting?

you've got me there.

i've got the feeling i've missed something.

[vivianbernadetteaurora]

Mars in pisces blurred lines . ♓️ 🐟 🐠

Here we go again with Mars in pisces because it didn’t let me do it last time well it didn’t let me upload it I put so much effort into it guys like I did with the whole Mars series and really went into detail but this time it is going to work believe me now when we talk about Mars in places we talk about boundaries and lines being blurred think about the song blurred lines by Robin Thicke. That song became such a controversy because of it um basically some people believed it was about rape and how lines are being played and who are seeing what’s going on and the ironic thing is that sounds like is 11 years old now nearly I wanna say it probably is 11 years old I think it came out at the beginning of 2014 so I remember when I remember the video of rodakowski and the lot. On the naked version with Pharrell but Robin more than places also and he did the song blurred lines his dad is somebody called Alan thick from a program called family ties .Anyway this song is about bloodlines as we know so here's some examples of people who have their Mars in pisces.

Starting strong Elizabeth Taylor now for me Elizabeth Taylor was always like my favorite old Hollywood person but here’s the big **** with Mars in pisces which people online on the discord that a lot of people do not like pisces placements I have noticed it could be because I have a pisces ex and it’s coming on my for you page I don’t know but it seems prevalent that people joke about Mars in pisces and we wonder why why is this. Well it could be little things or it could be big things so Elizabeth Taylor she had a big Hollywood career in the golden age of Hollywood they called it from around the 1930s to around the 1970s I believe. Anyway I think she was evil with MGM will golden mayor with the horrible leader of that Louis B Mayer. Who was very nasty to people like Judy Garland and Marilyn Monroe. I saw online recently as well that she was allegedly jealous of Marilyn Elizabeth well Elizabeth had many marriages so this could be the deception part with pisces because with pisces it can be very sneaky they’re almost like covert narcissists some degree.

Now hear me out don’t hate me places cause I don’t hate you I’m just going through the Mars signs and like some signs works and others don’t and I particularly don’t like Mars placements in astrology anyway because I have a day chart and Mars transits are generally quite tricky for me and I just I don’t like my own Mars placement so right yeah she had a multiple places and she had a very extravagant lifestyle with a couple of her husbands her first marriage she got with one of the Hiltons I think anyway she had a very abusive first marriage that she had to escape she was very young I feel like she was about 18 years old maximum I think she might have had two boys with this man as well. Now the blurred lines here could be between marriages she was married to the Hilton guy then she was married to Mike Todd, eddie fisher, Richard Burton a senator Richard Burton again and Larry some Jewish name. I think she married him after she left rehab which was quite different for her because he wasn't her usual sort of type he wasn't executive so maybe she went for something different..... but somebody I think Barbara Walters even asked her was she addicted to marriage and I think she answered no she goes I think that’s just what you did back then you love someone you got with them you married and she was asked did you think it would work every time. Ohh yes you don’t get an A marriage not for it to work. she says. So I truly believe as a pisces she probably fell for it hook line and sinker excuse the pun... and they caught her like a fish but I don’t believe that she loved all these men the same she loved Mike Todd and Richard Burton the most and they at the time helped with our extravagant lifestyle, they bought her nice jewels took her on holidays they did drugs together they drank loads of alcohol all over the world went all over the world to different places had an extreme lifestyle and they were known for it. Harry and Richard where she fell in love with him on the set of Cleopatra now Eddie Fisher is a bit of a weird one because she was best friends with Debbie Reynolds who was married to Eddie Fisher and when Mike Todd died he came to comfort her where Carrie Fisher another Mars in pisces, said he went to my Elizabeth’s side and then to her front. Which was quite funny. But the themes of drugs in this placement is very prevalent even the ones who don't like to admit they're doing it to some degree and they can even shame other people for their addictions and fables I know my dad does certainly but that could be his Virgo moon Virgo moons can be quite cruel when they want to be too, he’s got very similar hook-ups to me and his chart. Like moon opposition Mars. Anyway I’m going off track here a little bit so yeah Elizabeth lived an extravagant lifestyle but she was the first person to go to the Betty Ford clinic who is a celebrity.... which was big back then she was also the first to do a celebrity perfume now Aries are always first to do things in situations and her Venus is in Aries. Her and Marilyn both have their Venus in Aries and Mars in Pisces. Now the deception there could be of the Jews the marriages etcetera etcetera.

Then you have Lisa Marie Presley who’s another person with their martin pisces who got with Michael Jackson who has a lot of pisces and ..,That’s what everyone else is saying at the time also... because she didn’t fit the type everybody thought he was a child abuser but personally I’m pretty sure Diana Ross did that to Michael Jackson.

Anyway more deception let’s go with Marilyn Monroe Mars in pisces now she’s in every girl’s bedroom across the world. Fears that one figure that men and women love alike where does the deception lie with Marilyn. Well the deception with Marilyn was the way she was treated by others I believe the Kennedys, allegedly Fidel Castro and many other powerful institutions so these were the blade lines between Marilyn they used her for sexual favours and in the movie blonde although it’s very disrespectful it shows how young Marilyn would have been treated in Hollywood so in a way it was very truthful people were hurt because it was painful to watch. So I think the deception with Marilyn and lies between drugs studio heads and the people who abused her those were the blurred lines between who she was as a person the full stop and she was such a wonderful person so likeable so beautiful so charitable she even set up her own company like.

Elizabeth Taylor did exactly the same with her aides found HIV and AIDS foundation, where she has had family members continue on I think with this. So a lot of these people people I know in real life as well like to give to charity and they like to help people less fortunate than them. Not all the time but look how Paris did it with Provo Canyon and we fell in love with Paris all over again in 2021 when she did that documentary and we realised that her mum is a cold hearted ditch and ironically her mum’s a pisces which really shocked me because she’s very cold. She must have a lot of earth in her chart I’m going to have I look at it after I’ve posted this for the third time.Let’s see where we get with this but like I said the deception with Elizabeth is with her marriages and her drug use and alcohol use with Richard Burton where the lines get blurred in fact this title should be called blurred lines.. because I know people in real life obviously my dad has his Mars in pisces and he.. be a covert narcissist well more of a malignant narcissist at times I fill with water placements in Mars you don't really ever get to know them. you don't know who they really are.. so this is me doing it for the third time it’s not as in detail because I don’t want to lose it all again and this is my take on Mars and pisces. I mean then you could look at Paris and say how she was made fun of a lot in the 2000s as well as having the perfect body she was also made fun of and people would do parodies of Paris and her songs but I actually think Paris is a really nice girl.. she was in her 20s when all that stuff was going on with Brandon Davis and Lindsay Lohan worried thought she was out of order for laughing but I would have done the same as the 20 year old girl probably. And here’s another bloodline with parish sex tape one night in Paris. By Rick Solomon who is a lot older than her and she says she thinks she might have either just been underage or only just legal and he was like bragging about it on Howard Stern yeah it was just sick so be aware when you watch that she’s underage probably when you just legal. With Paris I don’t actually think she set out to release it like Kim did so that’s probably where they’re fallout came from because for a Hilton that ruined their reputation but for a Kardashian it was a money maker .

[briarberrythornedhart]

Win Condition: True Love

Contains: fluff, Dustin and Eddie friendship, discussion of sex, boardgames, Eddie x fem!Reader

🦇 🎲 ♟️ 🎲 🦇

“So things are good with you, I take it?” Dustin asked, archedly, while he took his turn.

Dustin’s planned board game night FOR JUST THE GUYS was off to a rocky start because only Eddie had shown up. Dustin had brought out his dusty copy of Albion:The Land of Faerie which was 2-player.

“Yeah.” Eddie rubbed his new tattoo gently through its bandage. It was a black-winged-heart with some very special initials inside. He knew he could Not Stop Smiling lately and it was clearly noticeable to others.

“I didn’t think she’d be your type… not in a bad way, it is just surprising that you are together, no offense.” Dustin shrugged.

It was surprising to Eddie as well —and again -- not in a bad way.

He loved it.

He loved her.

“No offense taken, dingus. I don’t have a ‘type’.” Eddie laughed. “I mean, I do, but it’s about their smile, their eyes, their ... energy I guess… she’s really something special though…”

The way he’d catch her looking at him, a smile playing on her pretty lips - even when someone else was talking to her.

The way she tucked herself under his arm no matter where they were or who was watching.

The way she would wistfully ask for ‘just one more kiss??’ before she had to leave for work.

And also the way she was totally matching his energy in the bedroom.

And all the other rooms.

And even once outside in the shitty gazebo during a thunderstorm...

She’d suggested new positions. She’d dirty talk into his ear until he was basically melting. She’d be positively filthy with him. It was perfect. Was she Eddie’s type? Yes.

Eddie’s type was maybe... ‘a little slutty, but only for me”.

“It’s your move, Eddie.” Dustin was looking at him with knit brows.

“I’m just so surprised to be on the receiving end of this much…” Eddie waved his hands around in the air to try and conjure a word less crass than ‘horniness’.

Eddie was horny but she was -like- a sexy Angel for wanting him back so much, “ummmm… desire…yes. She is desirous of me. It’s fuckin’ great.”

Eddie spread his arms out wide and fell back into the recliner in Dustin’s living room, chuckled and sighed.

“I’m happy for you, can we focus…?” Dustin tapped the board and then gasped. “Oh shit! I’m totally gonna lose!! This sucks!”

“You know what she said yesterday…” Eddie huffed a laugh he couldn’t contain and rubbed his palms on his knees. “She said it’s stupid that people say ‘sucks’ for something being bad. She said it makes zero sense because most people like being sucked on somewhere and that it’s disrespectful to people who enjoy sucking on things.”

“Seriously??...” Dustin grumped. “… should I just concede now, because I’ve blown my win condition.”

Eddie put up one finger, “‘Blown’ is also a weird wording…”

“Eddie!! C’mon!!! The game????” Dustin was exasperated.

“Sorry, sorry, but, I have listened to you talk my ear off about the charms of ‘Red’ and Suzie, and more recently Lady Applejack- so be patient with me if I’m a teeny bit distracted just now by the charms of my... oh!? Well... shit.” Eddie looked at the board. Really looked. He wasn’t playing the best game of his life either. “...hmmm, let’s play Talisman instead?”

“Deal.” Dustin swept the chits off the table and into the box lid.

Eddie heard the others arrive - crosstalk, the shuffling off of coats and scarves and winter boots.

“Sorry for being tardy to the party, guys!” Lucas said, smiling and shaking a Surfer Boy box. “But we brought pizza!” He sang.

---

Eddie knocked on her apartment door.

She answered in her pajamas - which might as well have been lingerie with how good she looked to Eddie.

“Sorry I’m so late.” He said, scratching the back of his head and wincing.

Her smile was concentrated sunshine. “You can always just let yourself in with your key, ya’ big goof.” She had given him a key, and a whole drawer in her dresser, and put a few cute items into a milk crate in his bedroom and they were already talking about getting a place together and it felt right.

She tugged him by his waistband until he was pressed against her - her hands finding everywhere he longed to be touched. She buried her face in his shoulder, her lips kissing up his neck to reach his mouth. She kissed him like she hungered for him, biting, sucking (the good kind), devouring.

Eddie kissed her back like he needed her kisses in order to live.

She pulled back to ask. “How was Dustin’s boys-only game night? Did you win?” And then she took his hand and tugged him towards the bed.

“No, but I’m winning now.” Eddie realized out loud. “Win condition: met”

Inspired by @racoonboywrites

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Heyya! At first: Do not overwork yourself. We'll be as patiently waiting as possible! And at the end we all know, that our requests are in veryy good hands 🫶

At second: I have a little request for you: I saw your storys of the slow burn romances with Viktor and Silco (big shoutout). And I'm wondering, how such a romance would look like with Jayce. After he received so much hate during season 2, he deserves as much love as the other characters.

So, how about Reader and Jayce grew up together and are inseparable. They are both very affectionate towards each other with giving hugs or taking each others hand in their own when they are stressed. But they've never got over the friendship stage.

Even his own mother looses day after day faith in her own son, when he'll make the first move (secretly prays for Reader to do it, though).

It's pretty much fluff coded, but to be fair: Jayce is the golden retriever bf type.

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ᴊᴀʏᴄᴇ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (ꜰᴇᴀᴛ. ᴠɪᴋᴛᴏʀ, xɪᴍᴇɴᴀ) || ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ || 7226 ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ || ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ꜰᴇᴀʀ ᴏꜰ ꜰᴀɪʟᴜʀᴇ, ᴇxᴘʟᴏꜱɪᴏɴꜱ, ɴᴇᴀʀ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ (ꜱɴᴏᴡꜱᴛᴏʀᴍ)

ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ ᴀɴꜱᴡᴇʀ: ʜᴇʟʟᴏ ᴍʏ ᴅᴇᴀʀ ᴀɴᴏɴ! ɪ ᴀᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴏᴠᴇʀᴡᴏʀᴋɪɴɢ ᴍʏꜱᴇʟꜰ ꜱᴏ ɴᴏ ꜰᴇᴀʀ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ! ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴠᴇʀʏ ɢʀᴀᴛᴇꜰᴜʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʀᴜꜱᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ! ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ɪ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀᴅᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜɪᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ! ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ɪᴛ ᴍᴇᴇᴛꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴍʏ ᴅᴇᴀʀ! < 3 <3

ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ | ᴊᴀʏᴄᴇ | xɪᴍᴇɴᴀ

The early morning sun filtered through the dust-filled streets of the underbelly of Piltover. The air was thick with the sound of clanging metal, the distant chatter of workers, and the ever-present hum of a city that never truly slept. Y/N was no stranger to these streets. She had wandered through them countless times, scavenging for scraps, looking for anything useful she could find. Her hands were always dirty, her knees scraped, but it never bothered her. It was a part of life, something she accepted.

She was about ten years old, just starting to get a feel for the streets when she first laid eyes on him.

She had been chasing after an old junk cart, hoping to find some usable parts to take back home when a voice called out from behind her.

"Hey, you—watch out!"

Y/N spun around just in time to see a young boy, about her age, struggling with a pile of scrap metal that seemed too heavy for him to carry. The cart wobbled dangerously, the old wheels squeaking under the weight, threatening to tip over.

Without thinking, Y/N dashed forward, pushing the cart just in time to stop it from tipping over. The boy stared at her, wide-eyed, as she caught her breath.

"You... you helped me?" His voice was a mix of surprise and awe, his messy brown hair falling into his face. His hands were covered in oil stains, and there was a small scratch on his cheek. But his eyes were bright with curiosity, like someone who had never seen the world quite like she had.

Y/N shrugged, brushing her hands off. "Well, yeah. Didn’t want you to make a mess on the street. People tend to notice that kind of stuff around here."

The boy blinked at her, then chuckled. "I guess you're right." He stood up straighter, brushing the dust off his clothes. "I’m Jayce."

"Y/N," she replied shortly, still scanning the area around them for any signs of a good find. She wasn’t interested in making friends, not really. Not in this place.

Jayce noticed her distracted gaze and followed her line of sight. "You looking for parts?"

"Always," Y/N said, with a quick, sharp nod. "Got any more of those?" She gestured to the pile of scraps on the cart, her eyes gleaming with interest.

Jayce grinned, almost shyly, as he offered her a piece of metal. "You know, I could use some help with this. It's not easy doing this all by myself. But, if you help, I might share the good stuff." His tone was teasing, but there was an earnestness behind it—like he was trying to make an offer that might work in his favour.

Y/N raised an eyebrow, giving him a sceptical look. "You don’t know what’s ‘good stuff.’"

"I know a thing or two," Jayce said confidently, picking up a few tools and adjusting a small device on the cart. "I’m pretty good with machines. Not that I’m an expert or anything, but I’ve got some ideas for things I can build."

She eyed him for a moment, then shrugged. "You want my help? Fine. But if I find something better, I’m taking it."

Jayce laughed, his whole face lighting up. "Deal."

=

They spent the rest of the morning sorting through the junk pile, working side by side in a rhythm that felt oddly natural. He was careful, methodical in how he handled the pieces of scrap, and Y/N couldn’t help but admire how he approached the task. Even at that age, she could tell that there was something different about him—a certain determination in his eyes, a spark that made him stand out from the other kids she knew.

At one point, their hands brushed when they both reached for the same piece of metal, and neither of them pulled away. Jayce glanced up at her, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"You know, you’re not half bad at this," he said.

Y/N gave him a half-smile in return. "I know."

=

By the time the sun was high in the sky, they had a small collection of parts piled together. Jayce looked over at her, his grin widening. "So, I think we make a pretty good team."

Y/N’s expression softened just a little. She wasn’t used to working with others, but there was something easy about being around him. Something that made the whole thing feel less like work and more like... well, something she could get used to.

"Yeah," she said quietly, not wanting to admit it out loud but feeling it all the same. "I guess we do."

And just like that, a bond was formed. Not through shared words or promises, but through the simple understanding that they were both out here trying to survive. They didn’t know it then, but this would be the beginning of a friendship that would last through everything.

As they parted ways that afternoon, Jayce looked over his shoulder and waved. "See you around, Y/N."

"Yeah," she called back, a small smile tugging at her lips. "See you, Jayce."

The days after their first meeting flew by in a blur of shared afternoons spent scavenging the streets of Piltover. Y/N found herself looking forward to those quiet moments spent working side by side with Jayce. He was unlike any other kid she knew—smart, curious, and always looking to fix things. And for some reason, Y/N couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe she liked being around him more than she cared to admit.

But nothing could have prepared her for the news she would hear just a few weeks later.

Y/N was walking through the bustling streets of Piltover when she overheard a conversation between two older women near a market stall. They were talking in hushed voices, but Y/N caught enough of the words to make her stop in her tracks.

"...caught in that storm. His mother... they're both in the hospital..."

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat. She’d seen Jayce just a few days ago, and the thought of him being in any sort of danger hit her like a cold wave. Without thinking, she turned on her heel and sprinted toward the nearest hospital, her breath coming in sharp gasps as the worry gnawed at her.

=

The hospital was busy, as always, with people coming and going, but Y/N pushed through, her determination clear on her face. She wasn’t going to let Jayce go through this alone. She needed to know if he was okay. She needed to see him.

As she burst into the waiting room, she spotted Jayce's mother sitting in a chair, her face pale and drawn, wrapped in blankets. But it was Jayce who caught her attention—sitting by her side, his face a mask of exhaustion, his usual spark replaced by a hollow emptiness.

"Jayce!" Y/N called out, rushing toward them.

Jayce looked up, surprise flashing across his face before it softened, a small, tired smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Y/N… What are you doing here?"

Without a second thought, Y/N sat on the chair besides him, her hands gently resting on his. "I heard what happened. Are you okay? You and your mom?"

Jayce let out a breath, glancing over at his mother before returning his gaze to her. "Yeah... we’re both alive, but… I don’t know what happened out there. It’s all a blur."

Y/N frowned, her fingers tightening around his. "Tell me what happened. Please."

He hesitated, his eyes distant as he remembered the terrifying ordeal. "We were caught in the snowstorm on our way home. The blizzard came out of nowhere… My mother collapsed, and I couldn’t carry her anymore. We were lost out there for hours. I thought we were done for."

Y/N’s heart ached for him. She could only imagine the terror he must have felt, not knowing if they'd make it through the storm. She wanted to tell him how sorry she was, but before she could, he continued, his voice barely above a whisper.

"But then… someone found us. Someone came out of nowhere, out of the snow. They... they saved us."

Y/N leaned in, her brow furrowing with concern. "Who was it? Was it a traveler? Someone from the city?"

Jayce shook his head, a mix of confusion and awe in his eyes. "No. It wasn’t anyone I recognized. They didn’t even speak. They just… appeared. Like magic. They were covered in this cloak and when they reached us, the wind seemed to die down, like they were controlling the storm itself."

Y/N blinked, her mind racing. Magic? She’d heard of mages before—rumors and whispers of powerful individuals who could bend the world to their will. But she'd never imagined something like this could happen, especially here, in Piltover.

"Wait… you mean they were a mage?" Y/N asked, trying to process the possibility.

Jayce nodded slowly, still staring at the door as if expecting the figure to walk in. "I think so. I don’t know much about magic, but the way they made the storm quiet... I’ve never seen anything like it. They didn’t even say a word, Y/N. It was like they were more force than person."

Y/N felt a shiver run down her spine. The thought of a mage saving them, someone with that kind of power, both confused and awed her. "That’s... that’s incredible, Jayce. You said they didn’t say anything, though? Do you think they meant to help you?"

Jayce’s expression softened, his eyes still distant but filled with gratitude. "I don’t know. I don’t know why they helped us, but… they did. And I owe them everything. My mom wouldn’t be here if not for them."

Y/N squeezed his hand tighter, feeling the weight of his words. "It’s okay. You’re safe now. You and your mom. Whoever they were, they saved your lives."

Jayce looked at her then, his tired eyes meeting hers. "I don't even know who they were. But I’m grateful, Y/N. More than I can put into words."

Y/N smiled, a playful glint in her eyes. "And so am I," she said, squeezing his hand. "I mean, who else would help me reach the top shelves for stuff, huh?"

Jayce chuckled softly, the tension easing in his posture. "I guess I’m good for something after all."

"Definitely," Y/N teased, a light laugh escaping her. "Just don’t get yourself into any more snowstorms, okay? I need you around."

"I'll try my best." Jayce raised an eyebrow. "I’m pretty sure no one else could handle the task."

Y/N smirked, nudging him lightly. "I have high standards."

"Well, I’ll make sure to live up to them."

And as they shared a quiet moment of humour, Y/N felt a deep sense of gratitude not only for the mysterious mage but for Jayce’s presence in her life. No matter what came their way, they had each other—and that was enough.

=

The next few days were filled with hospital visits and quiet moments as Jayce's mother recovered. Yet, there was something about that mysterious figure in the storm that still lingered in Jayce’s mind. The unanswered questions gnawed at him, and when he finally got the chance to leave the hospital with his mother, he asked Y/N to meet him at a quiet spot outside of Piltover.

Y/N agreed, though she couldn't help but wonder what had brought Jayce to ask her for this. When she arrived at the spot, a small stone ruin hidden away in the woods, she found him waiting near an old, weathered structure, his hand gripping something tightly in his fist.

"Jayce? What’s going on?" Y/N asked, her curiosity piqued.

He turned toward her, his eyes serious yet filled with a sense of urgency. "I need to show you something," he said, his voice low.

With that, he opened his hand to reveal a small, smooth stone, its surface covered in intricate markings. The stone seemed to hum with energy, a faint glow pulsing from within it.

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat. "Is that…?"

Jayce nodded. "The mage… when they saved us, they gave me this. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever seen, Y/N. I think it’s more than just a stone—it’s a symbol of some sort, maybe even a key to something."

Y/N reached out to touch it, her fingers brushing the surface. The moment she did, the stone seemed to respond, the markings glowing brighter for a moment before dimming again.

"It’s powerful," Y/N whispered, awe evident in her voice. "But what does it mean, Jayce?"

He shook his head. "I don’t know. But whoever they are, I think they’re trying to tell me something. And I’m going to figure it out."

Y/N met his gaze, determination reflecting in her eyes. "I’ll help you. We’ll figure it out together."

Jayce smiled, the weight on his shoulders lifting slightly as he looked at her. "Thanks, Y/N. It means more than you know."

And with that, the bond between them deepened once more—not just as friends, but as partners in whatever mystery lay ahead. No matter the storms that came, they would face them together, side by side.

Years passed, and Piltover changed around them, but Y/N and Jayce remained constants in each other’s lives. Their appearances had evolved, reflecting their growth both individually and together.

Y/N had grown into a young woman with quiet strength and a newfound grace. The once unruly hair she used to wear in a hurried style had grown longer, now falling in effortless waves. Her features were more defined now, the sharp angles of her face softened with time, yet her piercing eyes—the same eyes full of curiosity—remained unchanged.

"You’ve come a long way, haven’t you?" Jayce would often say, noticing how much she’d matured, her focus and determination evident in her work.

=

Jayce, too, had transformed. The lanky boy from their youth had filled out into a man of presence. His broad shoulders and sharp jawline were a result of years of hard work, his once-messy hair now neatly styled, though a few strands always managed to escape.

"You’ve turned into someone who actually looks the part," Y/N teased, her smile warm as she watched him tinker with his latest invention. His eyes still held that familiar warmth, the idealism he’d always carried with him.

=

Despite their growing accomplishments, their bond had only deepened. Side by side, they navigated their studies, both pushing each other toward their shared dream of reshaping Piltover.

"It’s different now," Y/N would say, glancing at him after a long day of work.

"But it still feels like we’re just starting." Jayce would chuckle, his hand brushing hers for just a moment.

"We’ll always be in this together." And somehow, in those small gestures, they both knew it was true.

The streets of Piltover were as bustling as ever, the golden rays of the sun reflecting off the towering structures that symbolized the city’s wealth and innovation. Yet, nestled in the quieter corners of the Academy, there was a space where time seemed to slow. The sound of scribbling pens, the soft hum of machinery, and the occasional excited muttering of students filled the air—an atmosphere of intellectual chaos and creativity.

Y/N sat at a wooden table, papers strewn about in front of her. Her fingers absently traced the edges of her notes, but her mind was elsewhere. Her gaze kept drifting toward the door, where Jayce had just walked in with his usual energy. His broad grin was impossible to miss, and he winked playfully when he caught her eye.

"Still drowning in work, huh?" His voice was warm, the tone full of that familiar comfort that had always been there.

Y/N sighed, dropping her pen with a chuckle. "I swear, if I see one more experiment on basic elemental energy, I might just lose it."

Jayce chuckled and strode over, stopping beside her desk. Without hesitation, he pulled her into a quick, friendly hug, the kind they’d shared for years. "You’ll get through it, Y/N. You always do."

Y/N leaned into the embrace, letting herself relax for a moment. His presence was always reassuring, like a steady anchor amidst the chaos of their work. She rested her head briefly against his chest, taking in the familiar scent of him—oil, metal, and something unmistakably Jayce. She held on for a few extra moments, just savouring the quiet comfort of the hug.

"We’ve been through this a hundred times," Jayce murmured, his voice soft but steady. "You and me. Always together."

Y/N closed her eyes, her fingers curling around his in an unconscious gesture of connection. It wasn’t just the work they had shared for years; it was the moments like this—simple, steady moments that felt like home. In all the years that had passed since they were kids running through Piltover’s streets, the bond between them had remained unchanged. They had each other’s backs, no matter what.

"Always together," Y/N repeated quietly, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze before pulling back slightly to look up at him. The words came easily—had always come easily—but now, they felt like a promise. A promise they hadn’t yet needed to break.

Jayce gave her a small smile, one full of understanding. They both knew their lives had changed. Piltover had changed them, the Academy had changed them, and yet the core of their friendship remained the same. They were a team. Always had been. But sometimes, just sometimes, Y/N wondered if there was something more beneath the surface.

"I’ve missed this," she said softly, her voice barely more than a murmur. "I know we both have so much going on, but when it’s just us… it’s like nothing’s changed."

Jayce’s smile widened, and he shrugged casually. "I guess some things are meant to stay the same." He leaned down, brushing a lock of her hair behind her ear in that familiar way that made her heart race, though she couldn’t explain why. "You know I’m always here, right?"

Y/N nodded, feeling the weight of his words in her chest. "I know."

The days that followed felt heavier for Jayce. His usual energy seemed drained, his mind constantly preoccupied with the failure of his latest experiment. The project he'd been working on for months—an attempt to harness the power of the crystal—had faltered. His hands were still stained with soot from the failed trial, his brows furrowed as he sat in front of his workbench, staring at the half-formed piece of technology that refused to work.

Y/N had noticed the shift in him. There was a weight to his silence now, a frustration simmering beneath the surface that he couldn’t shake. She had seen him struggle before, but this was different—this felt like more than just another setback.

She walked into the lab, quietly closing the door behind her as she saw him hunched over the workbench. His back was tense, his shoulders stiff as if the failure had become something more than just a problem to solve.

"Jayce?" Her voice was soft, hesitant, like she wasn’t sure if she should interrupt his thoughts.

He didn’t look up right away. His hands trembled as he fiddled with a piece of metal, but the spark of determination that once burned in his eyes was gone. He exhaled deeply, his frustration spilling over in the quiet space. "I can’t fix it, Y/N," he muttered, more to himself than to her. "I thought I could do it. I thought I could make a breakthrough, but… everything I’ve tried has failed."

Y/N approached him slowly, her gaze soft but unwavering. She could see the toll it was taking on him, the way the failure had burrowed deep into his chest, making him doubt himself in a way she’d never seen before.

She reached out, placing her hand gently on his arm. "Jayce, you’ve always been the one to push the boundaries. You don’t need to fix it all at once," she said, her voice full of conviction. "You’ve come so far already, and you’ve done things others could never dream of. One failure doesn’t mean you’ve lost everything. It means you’ve learned something. You always learn something."

Jayce’s shoulders slumped, the exhaustion settling deeper in his bones. He met her gaze for the first time, his eyes full of uncertainty. "What if I’ve hit my limit? What if I’m just not cut out for this?"

Y/N shook her head, her grip on his arm tightening as she stepped closer, her presence steady and strong. "Jayce, I’ve known you for years. I’ve seen the way your mind works—how you never give up. You’ve come so far, and this? This is just a bump in the road. It’s not the end. You’ll figure it out. You always do."

She reached up, gently cupping his face in her hands. Her touch was warm, grounding him in the moment. "And you don’t have to do it alone. I’m right here, always. You’ve never been alone in this, and you don’t have to start now."

The words settled in the air between them, and for a moment, the weight of his frustration seemed to lift just a little. Jayce’s breath shuddered as he let the truth of her words sink in. The constant pressure, the fear of failure, had clouded his mind, but with her here, reminding him of who he was—of what they had always been—he felt that familiar spark reignite, though faintly.

He reached for her then, pulling her close, his arms wrapping around her as if holding onto the only thing that could bring him back from the edge. Y/N held him tight, her own heart beating steady and sure in her chest.

"I don’t know what I’d do without you," he whispered against her hair, his voice muffled but full of meaning.

Y/N pressed her cheek to his chest, breathing in the comfort of his presence. "You’ll never have to find out," she replied softly, her voice full of certainty. "We’ll figure it out together. Always."

For a long moment, they stood there, the world outside fading away, leaving only the warmth of their embrace. And in that quiet space, Jayce found something he hadn’t realized he needed: a reminder that failure wasn’t the end, and that no matter how many times he stumbled, she would always be there to help him rise again.

Years passed, and Piltover's skyline continued to stretch higher, its gleaming towers casting long shadows over the streets below. Yet, in the quiet spaces between progress, life for Y/N and Jayce had become even more tangled with their work, their ambitions, and each other. The city had seen both triumphs and setbacks, and so had they.

It all began when Jayce's apartment, the place where he had once found solace from the weight of the world, was shattered by an explosion. The crystal he had been studying—still unpredictable, still volatile—was to blame. What had started as a promising experiment to harness its power turned into a catastrophe. Some kids had gotten into the building, snatching materials from Jayce’s workshop, their reckless behavior causing the crystal to destabilize and ignite. The blast ripped through his apartment, leaving nothing but rubble and debris where it had once stood.

Y/N had been by his side in an instant, rushing to the scene as the chaos unfolded. The devastation was immediate, the shock of seeing everything Jayce had worked for reduced to nothing more than a pile of ashes weighing heavily on her chest. She found him amidst the wreckage, covered in dust, his hands trembling as he surveyed the damage.

"Jayce," she had whispered, the sight of him in that state almost too much to bear. She moved to him, her presence offering a small comfort in the storm of emotions he struggled to contain. "Are you…?"

Jayce looked up at her, his face drawn with frustration, disbelief, and pain. "It’s gone, Y/N. Everything." His voice cracked, the weight of his failure finally catching up with him. "The work, the ideas, all of it... destroyed."

Y/N had wrapped her arms around him, holding him close, her heart aching for him in a way words couldn’t capture. She didn’t have the answers, but she was there, as she always had been. "You'll rebuild it," she said, her voice steady, though she shared his grief. "We'll rebuild it."

=

In the aftermath of the explosion, the Academy had threatened to expel Jayce, the destruction of his apartment seen as a direct consequence of his reckless experimentation. The shock of nearly losing everything, compounded by the looming threat of expulsion, left Jayce reeling. But Y/N was there, a constant presence, keeping him grounded as the tension mounted.

"Jayce," she said one evening, after another heated discussion with the Academy’s council. "You can’t let this define you. You have to keep going. This setback… it’s not the end. You know that."

"I don’t know anymore, Y/N." His voice was heavy, full of uncertainty. "I thought I was close. I thought I had it all figured out. But now… now it feels like I’ve lost everything."

She reached for his hand, squeezing it tightly. "You haven’t lost anything. You’ve learned something. And we’ll figure out the rest together, just like we always have."

=

In the midst of everything, something unexpected happened. Viktor, the enigmatic scientist with a mind as brilliant as Jayce’s, entered the picture. The two had met during the tumultuous aftermath of the explosion, and though they initially had their differences, a shared understanding began to form between them. Viktor’s vision for the future, his work with the crystal, and his own struggles with Piltover’s more conservative academic circles resonated with Jayce in ways he hadn’t expected.

It was Viktor who first suggested that unlocking the true potential of the crystal didn’t lie in perfection, but in embracing its chaos, its unpredictability. And so, Jayce and Viktor began experimenting, testing theories and learning from their failures. They snuck into Heimerdinger’s lab late at night, using his forbidden equipment to push the boundaries of their research. The work became all-consuming, a place where both men felt alive with the possibility of what they could accomplish together. But it wasn’t until after the dust had settled, after they had spent nights unearthing new discoveries, that Y/N came to understand the depth of what they’d uncovered.

Jayce rushed into Y/N’s apartment, breathless, his eyes wide with excitement. He had moved in with her after the explosion destroyed his own apartment, and now, his sudden appearance felt like a wave crashing over her.

“Y/N,” he said urgently, voice shaking with a mix of awe and fear, “we’ve done it. We’ve figured it out. The crystal… it’s more than we ever thought. Viktor and I—” He paused, trying to catch his breath. “We’ve unlocked something incredible. Something… dangerous.”

Y/N stood up quickly, concern flickering across her face. “What do you mean, ‘dangerous’?”

Jayce ran a hand through his hair, his excitement tempered by a moment of uncertainty. “It’s not just energy, Y/N. The crystal—it’s alive. It reacts to emotions, to intentions. And Viktor, he… he thinks we can control it, shape it into something that could change everything. But I don’t know if it’s ready. I don’t know if we’re ready.”

Y/N’s heart raced, but she reached out, placing a hand on his shoulder to steady him. She could see the weight of what he was saying settling in his eyes. “Jayce, you’re not alone in this,” she said, her voice calm but firm. “Whatever this is, we face it together.”

For a moment, they stood there in silence, the gravity of the situation heavy in the room. Y/N could see the fire in Jayce’s eyes, the same spark she had seen in him all those years ago, and despite the uncertainty, she believed in him. She always had.

“I know,” Jayce said softly, finally letting out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. “I just… I need you to know everything. We’ve opened a door we can’t close.”

Y/N nodded, her gaze unwavering. “Then we’ll figure it out together. But you have to promise me one thing—no more secrets. No more keeping things from me.”

Jayce met her eyes, the unspoken bond between them solidifying once again. “I promise.”

It was another quiet afternoon in the Academy’s lab, the usual hum of activity filling the space as students and professors alike worked away. Jayce and Y/N were seated at the same table as usual, papers and notes scattered around them, deep in discussion about their latest findings. Their hands occasionally brushed as they passed materials back and forth, their movements so synchronized that anyone watching might have thought they'd been doing this for years. And in many ways, they had.

Ximena, however, wasn’t just anyone.

She stood at the doorway, watching the two of them from across the room. A smile tugged at the corner of her lips as she observed the effortless dynamic between them—the way Jayce looked at Y/N when she spoke, the subtle but comfortable touches that passed between them. The unspoken connection was palpable, and Ximena could practically feel the weight of the tension that hung in the air.

It was one of those days where she didn’t even need to be a mind reader to sense it.

She wandered over to their table, her presence enough to interrupt their focused work. Jayce glanced up at her, the usual friendly grin on his face, but it was the way he turned to Y/N, the way their eyes met, that made Ximena’s grin widen even further.

“Hey, lovebirds,” Ximena teased lightly, leaning on the edge of the table and giving them both a knowing look. “How’s the great scientific duo doing today?”

Y/N rolled her eyes but smiled. “We’re working, Ximena. Not sure where you’re getting these ideas from.”

Jayce chuckled, shaking his head. “You really know how to interrupt, don’t you?”

“Oh, I just know a thing or two about chemistry when I see it,” Ximena said, raising an eyebrow as her gaze lingered on the way they interacted—comfortable, natural, almost too easy to be just friends. “But hey, if you two are too busy to notice, that’s your call.”

Y/N, her cheeks coloring ever so slightly, quickly looked away and busied herself with a new set of notes. But Jayce, ever the easygoing one, seemed a little more on edge, a slight shift in his posture that Ximena didn’t miss.

“Really, mama?” Jayce asked, his tone teasing but with a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. “You’re not gonna start this again, are you?”

Ximena shrugged nonchalantly, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “I’m just saying, you two have been inseparable for years. If you’re not gonna make a move, someone else might. Just a thought.”

Y/N let out an exasperated laugh. “You know, you’re really bad at being subtle.”

“I’m not being subtle at all,” Ximena replied, crossing her arms. “Just speaking the truth.”

She gave them a moment, watching as Jayce shot her a playful glare, while Y/N's lips twitched in amusement. There was something undeniable between them—something that didn’t need to be said aloud, but Ximena couldn’t help herself.

“Alright, alright, I’ll leave you two to your work,” she said, holding her hands up in mock surrender. “But, just so you know, the clock’s ticking. And time waits for no one.”

With that, she turned and left, her light steps echoing as she disappeared down the corridor.

Y/N and Jayce shared a brief, lingering look. Neither of them said anything at first, but the unspoken words were there—familiar and heavy in the space between them.

Y/N cleared her throat, trying to shake off the quiet but growing feeling that Ximena’s words had sparked. “She’s insufferable, isn’t she?”

Jayce let out a quiet laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah. But I guess she’s not wrong about everything.”

Y/N glanced at him, her heart skipping a beat before she quickly looked back down at the papers in front of her, focusing on the task at hand. Despite everything, she couldn’t help but feel the weight of what had just been said—and the unspoken promise that hung in the air.

The air in the Academy’s grand hall buzzed with excitement for Progress Day—a celebration of innovation and breakthroughs. Y/N stood near the back, her eyes drifting toward the stage where Jayce stood, ready for his moment.

The years since the discovery of the crystal’s true power had been a whirlwind. Together with Viktor, Jayce had revolutionized Piltover’s understanding of energy. Their work had made waves, both celebrated and criticized, but its impact was undeniable. Now, Jayce was about to present their latest progress.

He stood tall, more refined than before, his youthful exuberance tempered by years of pursuit. Yet, that same spark remained in his eyes—a passion that had driven him from the start. He was Piltover’s embodiment—bold, brilliant, and unrelenting.

"Thank you, everyone, for joining us today," Jayce’s voice rang out, calm yet powerful. As he spoke, his gaze swept over the gathered crowd, his expression one of quiet determination. "We stand on the precipice of something truly extraordinary. What we’ve accomplished in the last few years has changed the way we understand energy, and it has the potential to change the very fabric of our society."

He paused, letting his words settle in the room, as the audience leaned forward, hanging on every word.

"But we’re not finished," Jayce continued, his eyes flicking briefly to Viktor, who stood just off to the side. "What we’ve unlocked is only the beginning. The crystal—this incredible energy source—isn’t just a tool. It’s a gateway. A way to reshape the future of Piltover and the world beyond."

Y/N watched from the sidelines, her heart swelling with pride. She knew the struggles Jayce had faced to get here—the doubts, the failures, the moments when it felt like the weight of the world was pressing down on him. But here he was, standing before them, delivering the speech of a man who had found his place in the world. A man who had never given up on his dream.

As Jayce spoke about the future of the crystal and the potential for limitless energy, Y/N couldn’t help but smile. He had come so far from the nervous young scientist who once stumbled over his words. But there was more to this moment than just his success—it was the culmination of everything they’d built together, the trust, the partnership, and the understanding they shared.

"You see," Jayce concluded, his voice growing more passionate, "this is just the start of a new era. We are the ones who will define what’s possible. Together, we will lead Piltover into a future built on progress, on energy that can change lives, and on a vision that can unite us all."

The room erupted into applause, the sound deafening as the crowd stood to their feet. Jayce’s eyes gleamed with excitement, but as his gaze swept over the room, he couldn’t quite find her. Y/N was always there, her presence a constant through the years, but now, amidst the sea of faces, she was nowhere to be seen. A moment of confusion flickered in his expression before he realized where she might have gone.

Excusing himself from a few lingering conversations, Jayce made his way through the throng of congratulatory well-wishers, his eyes scanning the hall until they landed on the balcony door. The glass doors were slightly ajar, and a soft breeze blew from the outside. He didn’t hesitate.

=

He stepped out onto the balcony, the warmth of the room replaced by the coolness of the evening air. The sun had set, casting a golden hue over Piltover’s towering skyline. His gaze immediately found her. Y/N stood there, leaning against the railing, her back to him, lost in the view of the city stretching out before them.

"Y/N," he called softly, not wanting to startle her.

She turned at the sound of her name, her expression unreadable, but the familiar warmth in her eyes was unmistakable. She didn’t say anything at first, just offered him a small smile that somehow held a world of emotion behind it.

Jayce stepped closer, feeling a mix of pride and something deeper that he couldn’t quite name. He had just made history, but in that moment, it didn’t matter nearly as much as what he shared with her.

"You were looking for me," she said after a pause, her voice quiet but steady.

"Yeah," he admitted, his grin turning slightly sheepish. "I didn’t see you when I finished the speech. I… I wanted to share this moment with you."

Y/N’s eyes softened as she studied him. She took a breath, her gaze drifting out over Piltover, the city they’d both poured their hearts into. The city that had taken so much from them and given them even more in return.

"You did it, Jayce," she said, her voice full of pride and something more. "All of you did. I’m so proud of you."

A faint blush tinged his cheeks at her words, and he shrugged, his tone light. "It wasn’t just me. Viktor, you, all of us. We’ve been through so much, and we’re here now because we stuck together. Because we believed in it."

A faint blush tinged his cheeks at her words, and he shrugged, his tone light. "It wasn’t just me. Viktor, you, all of us. We’ve been through so much, and we’re here now because we stuck together. Because we believed in it."

Y/N turned her eyes back to him, the city lights reflecting in her gaze. "You really believe that, don’t you? That this is the beginning of something bigger."

Jayce nodded, his voice quieter now, the weight of everything they had accomplished settling on him. "I have to. It’s everything we’ve worked for. Everything we’ve sacrificed."

There was a moment of silence between them, a quiet understanding that hung in the air like a shared secret. The distance between them, once filled with years of uncertainty and obstacles, now seemed to have narrowed. In the cool night, it was just the two of them—the steady hum of the city beneath them, the years of work and struggle, and the quiet bond that had never wavered.

Y/N finally spoke, her voice almost a whisper. "You’ve come so far, Jayce. I can’t imagine what it must feel like… all your dreams coming true."

Jayce took a step closer, his hand brushing the railing, his mind racing with the weight of her words. He opened his mouth as if to speak, to tell her how much this moment meant, to confess that his dreams had always felt within reach, until now. Everything he had worked for was unfolding right before him—the accolades, the recognition, the future of Piltover. Yet, as he stood there with Y/N beside him, there was still one dream, one wish, that remained just out of reach. The dream he had kept hidden, buried beneath years of friendship and the uncertainty of whether it could ever be more.

=

He could feel it—the pull in his chest, the overwhelming urge to tell her everything. To say that all of this, all of his success, felt hollow without her by his side. But the words got stuck, tangled in the fear of risking what they already had. It was a dream he had longed for, but he wasn’t sure if it was one she shared.

A frustrated sigh escaped Jayce as he looked down, his fingers tightening around the railing, as if holding on would somehow make the weight of everything more bearable. “There’s still… one more dream I’m waiting to come true.”

Y/N noticed the hesitation, the way his voice faltered, and her gaze softened with understanding. She could see the storm in his eyes—the victories he had earned were meaningless without that one thing still lingering between them, unspoken and uncertain.

"You’re not just talking about the progress, are you?" Y/N’s voice was soft, gentle, yet steady with the knowing.

Jayce met her eyes, a small but undeniable vulnerability flickering across his face. "I thought it was something I could bury, something I could put aside," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "But every step forward, every accomplishment… none of it feels complete without you."

The weight of his words settled between them, and for a long moment, they just stood there, the hum of the city and the warmth of the night wrapping around them like a soft blanket. In the quiet space between them, Y/N could feel the truth in his words, and her heart swelled, both knowing this moment could change everything.

"Maybe I’ve been reaching for it, too," she murmured, her voice steady now, as she took a step closer to him.

As he hesitated, Y/N’s gaze softened, catching the conflicted look in his eyes. She could see the struggle written across his face—he was holding something back, something important. Without a word, she stepped closer, her fingers brushing the edge of his tie as she gently pulled it, drawing him toward her.

Before he could react, she closed the distance between them, her lips meeting his in a kiss that was both tender and urgent. The cool night air seemed to disappear as everything fell away, leaving only the two of them. Jayce froze for a moment, his mind reeling, but then his arms found their way around her, pulling her closer as he kissed her back with a depth of feeling that he hadn’t known he was capable of.

When they finally pulled away, their breaths mingled in the cool air, their foreheads resting together. Y/N’s eyes were soft, her gaze steady as she met his.

"I couldn’t wait for you to say it," she murmured, a smile tugging at her lips. "I’ve known for a long time."

Jayce’s heart raced, a rush of relief and warmth flooding through him. "I guess I wasn’t as subtle as I thought."

"You never were," she teased gently, her voice light but filled with affection. "But I’m glad you finally got there."

He chuckled softly, shaking his head. "It’s just… I didn’t want to risk what we already had. But I’ve felt it, for so long. For years, Y/N."

Y/N’s smile softened, her thumb brushing across his jaw. "I’ve felt it too, Jayce. It’s always been there. But we were both too scared to say it."

And as they stood there, wrapped in each other’s embrace, overlooking the city that had brought them together, both of them knew this was only the beginning. Years of unspoken feelings, of waiting for the right moment, had led them to this. Whatever the future held, they’d face it together.

[nlovesbjh]

hello!!! can i ask you to write something about nct wish hyung line? or sion specifically :3

details are up to you🤭

𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑏𝑎𝑑! nct wish hyungs x reader ៸៸ fluff

( 시온 ) — sion

yall remember that one fancall when sion said he's always getting nervous around pretty women? yeah, i think about that one pretty much a lot especially because sion is super giggly and soft and just so idk gentleman type yk? i believe he'll adore everything and anything about you. even the things you didn't know existed in you or your habits he noticed that you would never think of. you'd never think that such small things would attract your boyfriend, which is cute obviously <3

"have you seen my lipstick? it was somewhere in the living room.." you'd ask him, looking for your other makeup stuff in your room, while your boyfriend were preparing for a movie night. you held some makeup in your one hand, searching through your things with another.

"why do you need this lipstick right now?" sion asked, look for it anyway. he'd literally do anything you asked him to, doesn't matter if it didn't make any sense to him like why would you need a lipstick on a movie night at home?

you walked out of the room, hand is still full and the other one is holding your bag. you placed everything on the kitchen counter, turning around to look at your boyfriend. "because i can't find it! i don't wanna lose it again, okay? i just bought it…" you explained, sitting down and placing your head on the counter and sighing.

"is it pink?" you heard sion ask. you only hummed approvingly in response. then you heard your boyfriend's laugh. his laugh was always so bright and sweet, you looked up with a slight smile. you couldn't bring yourself to be annoyed by his behavior, he was too adorable laughing.

"why? what is it?"

"it was in your hand all the time!" he pointed at the lipstick that you placed on the counter, your eyes widened, face confused. how could you not notice that? sion was still laughing, seemed like he was enjoying this situation a bit too much.

"im so stupid!" you laughed as well. and all the thoughts in sion's head at that time were about how adorable you are when you're clumsy and a bit silly like that, loosing something that right there where you can see it.

( 리쿠 ) — riku

i feel like riku is not jst clingy boyfriend type ( as we all know by the way he's acting w jaehee yeah ) but also super supportive and entertaining lmao. he'd literally embarrass himself just to make you smile and feel better even if you're feeling down :) he loves to see you happy and concentrated on things you like, he's extremely proud and supports you through all the way. he'll give you all the time in the world to finish something, will help you and if you need some space or wanna do it yourself — he won't push it. he's understanding and caring, but he cares more about your comfort and the way you can express yourself without his help.

you were feeling down all week, everything wasn't right. your hair looked bad, makeup was not looking good, pimples pissed you off and you had nothing to wear because of the tricky weather. your mood was ruined, that's why you didn't wanna go on a date with your boyfriend, afraid you'd ruin his day too.

"no, riku. im not going out today, sorry.." you said on the phone as your boyfriend asked you out to new restaurant down the street where you live. you wanted to go there as soon as this place opened, but now you can't because everything is not working out.

"you sure? why?" riku sounded a bit concerned and confused at the same time, because he knew you wanted to go just a week ago.

"i don't know, everything is pissing me off and i look bad.."

"you never look bad!" riku cut you off, making you smile a little as he continued. "we can order takeout from that place and just watch something at your place? how about on of the barbie movies?"

"you seriously wanna watch barbie with me?" you giggled.

"if it'll make you feel better, i'll do anything. i can be your personal clown if you want to," he says and you couldn't hold back a laugh.

"okay that might be too much!" you joked, feeling a bit better from the fact that your boyfriend loves you so much that he can do anything for you and to light up your day. "you can come over, yeah. thank you.."

( 유우시 ) — yushi

we know yushi is shy and a bit awkward and im more than sure that he's like that with girls. doesn't matter if you've been dating for a month or three years, he'd be shy around you especially when you're giving him all your attention. but he definitely thinks you are his best friend, he trust you enough and have a special spot for you. the fact that he feels comfortable around you, not ashamed of doing something wrong, can talk abt everything with you and not afraid to speak his mind is important for him. he knows you won't judge him, he knows he can tell you anything and knows you can be trusted >.<

"y/n, stop.." yushi whispered, hiding his face in your shoulder after you kissed him on the lips infront of his members. it was a quick little kiss, he obviously liked it, but he was too embarrassed to enjoy it for a little longer. sion started giggling, pointing at his friend and smiling.

"you two are so cute!" sion clapped and the other members agreed, making you smile. you knew yushi is always shy like that, but you wanted to steal that little kiss from him anyway. he deserved that kiss, you thought he deserved all the kisses in the world and that's exactly what you whispered into his ear.

"you're making me feel more embarrassed.."

"i love making you embarrassed when you're cute like that," you said, bringing your hand to his hair to gently play with them. he smiled, sighing, finally giving in.

"honestly, i love when you're making me feel like that.." your eyes widened a little after that confession, making your boyfriend more sit up and look at you more confidently. "it's okay when it's you. making me understand that i am wanted."

"awww!" you heard his members mocking, making you roll your eyes in annoyance at them but still kissing your boyfriend again.

[millieisawriter]

America's most wanted

dutch van der linde x reader

summary: when being 'partners in crime' with your boyfriend gets boring, you let yourself get seduced by a handsome stranger. but... is that his only intention?

wc: 2.7k

tw: smut, power play, dub-con, cheating, abduction[?]

all pics taken from pinterest

You didn’t know why you stayed with Beau. Or Gene Finley, as his real name was. But he was so pretty the public nicknamed him Beau. Damn it, he was gorgeous and aware of that. And he chose you because of your own ethereal beauty. Not because he fell in love, though. He knew together the two of you could be the greatest partners in crime America had ever seen.

Maybe that was true. You were on the run with Beau for a few months now, and the most honest money you’ve made was through poker games. Otherwise crime was the correct way. Train robberies, even bank heists, and you got away every time. It was no secret you two were the most wanted couple in America - legally, and carnally. The beauty of you both affected everyone, no man and no woman were safe.

Did you love Beau? Probably not. But you loved life on the run. Maybe that was the reason you stayed with Beau. Easy money, and the illusion of being untouchable. Don’t forget about all the gifts he had showered you with. It would’ve been such a shame if something ruined that little paradise you’ve built, but you were oh so sure nothing could.

It was just another night of the kind where you decided to make some honest money. After all, nobody ever ended up in jail for winning a poker game. Or for cheating during the game.

Beau sat at the table with you in his lap. His hands were busy with cards, so it was your job to keep the right amount of whiskey in his blood, and just enough smoke in his lungs. With every sip or drag you took, you then brought the cigarette to your boyfriend’s mouth.

But the game was boring to you. It could go on for a long time, and you knew nothing about poker. The eventual money was worth it, but your slightly hazed with whiskey mind wouldn’t mind a little entertainment. A different type of entertainment.

Your eyes scanned the room and all the other guests of the parlor. One gentleman caught your eye, dressed almost as fine as your Beau. Except the man looked older, you could guess his mid forties. His black hair was neatly combed back. The black coat he wore was well-tailored, but you could see it was slightly weathered. A golden chain peaked from underneath it, matching those golden rings on his fingers you noticed when he brought a cigar to his lips.

And he was looking at you just as much as you were looking at him. Thinking of an excuse to approach, you downed the whiskey you were sharing with your boyfriend.

You leaned in to whisper into Beau's ear, “I’m gonna go for a refill.”

Beau barely acknowledged you, too focused on the cards in his hand. He gave a small nod. “Don’t take too long sweetheart,” he murmured.

You slid off his lap, letting your fingers trail along his shoulder before moving away. You weren’t worried about him watching you. He was too confident to ever think you’d ever express interest in another man, too full of himself to ever notice that was exactly what you were about to do.

The stranger didn’t even pretend to look away, he made it clear he was awaiting your approach. You expected him to say something as soon as you’d approach the bar, where he stood, and you weren’t wrong.

“You know,” he said immediately, “a man would be a fool to let a woman like you wander off alone in a place like this.”

You turned your head slightly, firstly looking at his mustache before his gaze. Up close, he was even more intimidating. Sharp eyes, dark and intelligent, and a smirk that gave you an idea of what he had planned for the night.

“Good thing I don’t belong to a fool then,” you replied, keeping at least the initial facade of decency. You couldn’t just throw yourself at a stranger for the thrill of it.

The man chuckled, taking a slow drag from his cigar before exhaling the smoke to the side. “Who do you belong to then, miss?”

There was no hesitation. “Nobody.” How indecent that was.

“I don’t think the man in the white suit would be happy to hear that.”

“Beau and I are a… mutually beneficial arrangement.”

The man chuckled. “Doesn’t that ever get dull?”

“Maybe,” you paused to take a sip of your drink, “that depends.”

“On what?”

“On whether someone makes me a better offer.”

“I do like a woman who knows her worth,” the stranger mused.

Oh, you knew your worth well. You were aware of how big the bounty on your head was.

The man added, “And I make damn fine offers.”

You arched an eyebrow at the statement. “What a bold thing to say. I wonder if you could back it up, mister…”

“Van der Linde,” he finally introduced himself. “I’m renting a room just upstairs, why don’t we go and find out?”

For a moment you pretended to hesitate. Even gave the man a look of disbelief to give him the idea of possible rejection. “And how would the man in the white suit react to that?” You chuckled.

“He won’t even notice. I promise not to ruin you too much.” His hand slid gently to your lower back, just enough to guide you away from the bar, toward the staircase leading to the rooms upstairs.

You didn’t look back. Not at the poker table where Beau was still lost in his game. Something told you he wouldn’t notice you were gone. Maybe he wouldn’t even expect an excuse once you return. You just followed Dutch van der Linde, eager to see just how good his offer really was.

He didn’t bother to lock the door as he shrugged his jacket off, while you attempted to untie your corset. However, he stopped you, landing his hands on yours. You looked at the man standing behind you, or rather at his reflection in the mirror you were in front of.

“I doubt there’s time for this, miss,” he said. “We don’t wanna keep anyone waiting, now, do we?”

You were about to answer, but you failed when you suddenly felt the man’s lips on one side of your neck. He wasn’t marking you, his kisses were gentle. He wasn’t going to leave any signs of what was about to take place in the room.

He guided you to the bed, soft pressure urging you down, laying your chest on the mattress. You didn’t resist. The wetness between your thighs grew hotter at the thought of being used by a man you barely knew. Hell, you didn’t know him at all, and yet there he was, hiking up your skirts and pulling down your undergarments.

But before he freed his cock, he crouched down behind you. His face was perfectly lined up with your dripping cunt. The sight made him wanna devour you whole, and soon his mouth came into contact with your needy folds.

You wanted to stop the moans from leaving your mouth, but you couldn’t. His mouth was performing some kind of magic on you, and you never wanted it to stop. It was something new, something you weren’t used to, but it felt so good you could come on command right there.

When suddenly the man pulled away and stood up again.

You turned your head just enough to catch his gaze. “You know, I was enjoying this,” you whispered with a teasing smile.

“Don’t worry, miss, I have other tricks up my sleeve.”

You were gently guided to rest your chest against the bed again. Then, the man took your wrists and you felt him tie them together behind your back with something soft but durable. You didn’t protest, the restraint turning you on.

Neither did you protest when he pushed a scarf into your mouth.

“Wouldn’t want anyone downstairs to hear us,” he explained.

Something about being so helpless turned you on even more. Your cunt was practically begging for him to enter it already. Hands tied and mouth gagged, you were completely at a strangers mercy, and it gave you goosebumps.

You could hear Dutch undo his pants. Dutch van der Linde was a man who didn’t waste time, because he knew time is money.

Then, he slapped your ass, making you jolt a little, and a moan drowned in the fabric stuffed inside your mouth.

“Look at you,” the man teased, pushing just the tip inside your welcoming walls. “I bet that boy of yours doesn’t even know how desperate you get.”

You wouldn’t have replied even if you weren’t gagged. Your mind went simply blank. And as he pushed into you, stretching you with his girth, you were practically seeing stars behind your eyelids.

Your eyes were closed when you fantasized about the aftermath. Would Beau notice something was different about you? Would he hold you and kiss you and completely miss the fact your body was still worked up over another man’s touch? Or when he fucks you later on, would he notice he’s sinking his cock into the remains of another man’s release?

Just then, as if reading your mind, Dutch spoke, “You like this, hm? Knowing he’s there, while you’re up here taking my cock.”

You nodded, your body already trembling with pleasure.

Did Beau notice you’re gone yet? Or was he too focused on his little game still? As you remembered that the door wasn’t locked, you felt an additional wave of excitement. What if Beau decided to leave the game and look for you? What if something would’ve told him to check this specific room? What if he walked in on another man rearranging his girlfriend’s guts?

These thoughts combined with the skilled pacing of the man behind you sent you over the edge. Your lower belly tensed with pleasure that threatened to spill any moment now. Dutch felt it by the way your cunt gripped him tighter.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” Dutch asked, but he didn’t expect an answer. “Gonna cum over the fact that you’re cheating on your boyfriend? Like a whore?”

You whined into the fabric in your mouth, and when Dutch’s hand dived down to stimulate your clit, the tension in your body finally found its release.

The orgasm consumed you like a fire. Thighs trembling, brain empty, and your cunt spasming around Dutch’s cock. It had practically milked him, sending him towards his own high as well.

“Oh, fuck,” was all he managed to groan right before you felt him shoot his release inside you.

His cock was twitching with the seed that left his body as he buried himself balls deep. Your body was pressed into the mattress by the weight of the man’s own body as he ground his hips into your ass.

You felt him pull your undergarments up and get your skirt back in its place so that it covered you. Next should have been the fabric around your wrists, and the one inside your mouth. But that moment never came. Instead, Dutch grabbed you and turned to look at him

He was holding a gun. Pointed at you, which made your heart beat faster. You’ve never been in a position like this. Every time you were the one holding the gun. For the first time you were on the other hand, and you didn’t like it. For the first time a man outsmarted you.

You started to panic. He grabbed you and tried to drag you outside, but you fought. So he threw you over his shoulder like you weighed nothing. Where was this man taking you?

His cum dripping out of you, mixed with your own release, made a mess inside your undergarments, and added to the discomfort you felt. Dutch walked out of the door, you hanging over his shoulder, and sneaked through the door that led to the balcony. From there, it was quite easy to reach the stairs and sneak off into the night without anyone noticing.

Maybe Beau would have saved you, only if he knew what was happening. Only if he didn’t find out what you had done. But he was still at the table, you caught a glimpse of him through the window when Dutch threw you over the back of his horse.

It wasn’t that you didn’t fight back. You tried to yank himself away from the man before you were thrown onto his horse. But Dutch was way stronger than you. So you ended up over the back of his horse, being taken somewhere you didn’t expect.

“You really are a piece of work, miss,” he mused with a chuckle.

You squirmed, unable to do anything, but the bastard only reached one hand to adjust you so that you didn’t fall off his horse. You wanted to scream, wanted to bite, scratch, anything, but Dutch only chuckled at your struggles.

The horse came to a sudden stop after a short time. You looked up, and your eyes widened at the sight of the sheriff’s office.

“You were real pretty, darling. Fun, too. But I’m a businessman and I take my opportunities when I see them.” Dutch dismounted off his horse, and hauled you off to your feet.

You started struggling against his grip again, after all your feet were free. If you managed to escape his grasp, you could run away. But his hands held you tightly, so he dragged you up the few steps and walked inside where the sheriff slept in his chair, feet up on the desk.

Dutch barely hesitated before slamming his boot against the desk, jarring the man awake.

"What the—!" The sheriff jolted upright, fumbling for his rifle before his eyes focused on the two of you.

Dutch smirked. "I believe I have something valuable for you, Sheriff.”

You kicked out, nearly slipping from his grasp, but he yanked you back, making you stumble.

The sheriff blinked, squinting at you. Then his face lit up with recognition. "Well, I'll be damned. Ain't this the lil’ lady on that wanted poster?"

Dutch patted your shoulder like you were old friends. "The very one who rode with Finley."

The sheriff walked over to intercept you from Dutch. “Money’s on the desk, mister. Thank you for helping us catch her, she’ll lead us to Beau. Won’t she?” He looked at you and took the fabric out of your mouth right before opening the cell and throwing you in there.

Dutch, having counted the money to check if the amount is correct, added, “Actually, he might be at the saloon, gambling money away.”

“Oh really?”

You protested in panic, “He’s lying! Beau is— well, I don’t know where, but— he’s, he’s… ugh, fuck!”

The sheriff laughed, “I had no idea America’s most wanted woman would be that… well, that. With all the stories going around about her, I didn’t expect anyone to deliver her alive.”

“Well, everyone cracks just under the right amount of pressure,” Dutch stated, tipping his hat before heading to the door. Then, he turned directly at you, “Expect to see your boyfriend here soon. It’ll be a pleasure to watch you two get hanged together. So romantic, wouldn’t that be?”

You gritted your teeth, lunging at the bars with all your strength. “You son of a bitch!” Your heart pounded and a cold, genuine fear settled in your chest. Dutch had played you perfectly, luring you in with the promise of pleasure, of a nice change from your boring boyfriend, right before selling you off like you were nothing more than another opportunity to him.

Dutch only chuckled, amused by your rage. “Now, now, sweetheart. You play with fire, you’re bound to get burned. Excuse me, but I have another bounty to deliver.”

And with that, he was gone. But you knew he was going to return shortly, with your boyfriend. And perhaps on the next day at the same hour, there would be no more you and Beau.

[star-lights-up]

Get to know your mutuals! Thank you @panfroggy for mentioning me!!!! <3

What's the origin of your blog title? Well, back in the day (a little over a yearish ago) my usual moniker was "stargirl," but obviously that's pretty generic, so I was trying to think of something to do with star. I think I wanted "star_light" but that's also kinda generic, so for some reason I thought of the saying "lights up," like someone's face lighting up in a smile, and since I'm a friendlyish kinda person I was like! Oh! Perfect! And did star-light....s-up! So it can be read as star light as the main part or lights up as the main part!

OTP(s) + Shipname: Charles/Erik - Cherik (X men), Ben Solo/Rey - Reylo (Star Wars), Finn/Poe Dameron - Stormpilot or Finnpoe (Star Wars), Sylvie/Loki - Sylki (MCU), Fitz/Jemma Simmons - Fitzsimmons (Agents of SHIELD)

Favourite colour: Pink! Blue! Yellow! Sparkles!!!

Favourite game: Minecraft in creative mode. It's peaceful <3

Song stuck in your head: Not Strong Enough by Boygenius

Weirdest habit/trait? My nervous habits: Tapping my fingers so each finger brushes across my thumb once, and then brushing my thumb against my other fingers four times (so it's even), and mindlessly scratching the back of my neck (i've drawn blood when I'm anxious. it's bad)

Hobbies: Writing, drawing, singing, playing guitar

If you work, what's your profession? ): full time student.

If you could have any job you wish, what would it be? Realistically? Either something in genetic research (yes I liked this before I liked x men) or something in film! Maybe even a screenwriter!

Something you're good at: Um... Writing I guess?

Something you're bad at: Lots of things. Right now, it's logarithms.

Something you love: X MEN!

Something you could talk about for hours off the cuff: ALSO X MEN!

Something you hate: Teenagers. They're awful. I am one, I should know.

Something you collect: Nothing, unfortunately, I don't have the space ): I guess edits on my phone, if digital stuff counts!

Something you forget: THAT ONE GOOD IDEA FOR A DRAWING I HAD EARLIER!! WHAT W A S IT!?!? (this happens a lot!!)

What's your love language? Acts of service, caretaking, really. I'm always making sure people have enough food, and I carry around extras of everything in case anyone needs something.

Favourite movie/show: Friends, Gilmore Girls, Agents of SHIELD, Loki, X Men (FC and DOFP), The Last Jedi (Please don't kill me internet, thank you), Ten Things I Hate About You, While You Were Sleeping

Favourite food: Tacos, maybe? I really love ronto wraps from disneyland.... but considering you have to pay like 200 dollars for a ticket first i don't know if that counts....

Favourite animal: I love wolves!! Sharks, snails, and dogs are close follow ups!

What were you like as a child? Still am one, basically. I'm weird but friendly.

Favourite subject at school? Really, I don't mind them all. What class I like depends on the teacher and the people in the class.

Least favourite subject: PE. I'm asthmatic and tiny, I'm getting trampled!! Are you trying to kill me!?

What's your best character trait? I'm very loyal? I'm not sure!

What's your worst character trait? There's a lot of those. Uhm, probably my perfectionism. It goes a bit too far sometimes.

If you could change any detail of your life right now, what would it be? I would like to be 856 days older.

If you could travel in time, who would you like to meet? Probably one of the cool, important figures. I'm not super historically literate. Maybe rosa parks. It'd be cool to meet shakespeare, ask him what juliet being compared to light REALLY meant and if he even noticed he was doing it. Or maybe jesus. just to know what's going on with that.

Just typing in whoever pops up! Anyone is welcome to join!! @wishchip106 @mooniel @mapofyourstars @lucktv @stinkrat-aleks @chris-in-the-headlights @randomwholocker

Get to know your mutuals! Thank you to @joyful-soul-collector for tagging.

What's the origin of your blog title? I have a bunch of sideblogs dedicated to my most active fandoms and I am an insomniac. My first ever fandom sideblog started the trend as a joke and I just carried on the tradition!

OTP(s) + Shipname: Jayce and Viktor is the main one right now. I also love Ed and Stede from Our Flag Means Death.

Favourite colour: Iridescent white

Favourite game: Dungeons and Dragons for sure! I also like playing Jackbox games with friends.

Song stuck in your head: To Be Seen - Searows

Weirdest habit/trait? Sitting and doing things in the dark. I just prefer existing in dim light because lights can be overwhelming and the darkness keeps my mind calm. Doesn't help I'm stuck in fluorescent lighting all day haha!

Hobbies: Writing, Singing, Crafting, and Baking

If you work, what's your profession? I'm a medical laboratory technician in blood sciences!

If you could have any job you wish, what would it be? Realistically? Since it specifies realistic, I'd like to be a biomedical scientist in immunology. It would mean getting another degree but I don't mind that too much.

Something you're good at: I'm good at writing! I recently wrote my first children's book and intend to write more when the inspiration comes back. A poetic style of writing is my favourite to do.

Something you're bad at: Socialising. I'm quite awkward but I still like chatting to people.

Something you love: Snails! I adore snails, I used to have pet giant African land snails for a few years.

Something you could talk about for hours off the cuff: The immune system, pathogenic disease, my fifty million apocalypse stories, etc.

Something you hate: Willful ignorance and anti vaxxers. Both suck very much.

Something you collect: Pins! I have so many. They're on my lanyard, my dunagrees, my pinboard, and my ita bag.

Something you forget: The thing I was meant to be doing.

What's your love language? Gift giving and quality time. Also words of affirmation.

Favourite movie/show: Arcane for sure at the moment. I also love The Walking Dead, Good Omens, Our Flag Means Death, and a bunch of apocalypse/zombie shows.

Favourite food: Pizza

Favourite animal: Snails! 🐌

What were you like as a child? Strange is the best way to describe it honestly.

Favourite subject at school? Science! All the science.

Least favourite subject: Religious Education. No thanks.

What's your best character trait? I'm very passionate about the things and people I love.

What's your worst character trait? I tend to keep things bottled up inside until they come out all at once, I'm still working on not doing that.

If you could change any detail of your life right now, what would it be? Being able to sleep as soon as my head hits the pillow! That would be amazing.

If you could travel in time, who would you like to meet? I'm not sure, I'm not particularly enamoured by anyone in the past. Maybe Oscar Wilde.

Tagging anyone who wants to!

[deoidesign]

Someone killed my boss last night and he sent me this I'm so fired

god I can't wait to make this comic.

[hplonesomeart]

Hey. Sorry about the inactivity, but pretty sure no one cared that much anyways lol. Been a looooong time since I kept that distant from Tumblr…at least now I know I’m able to survive without checking posts every day/being chronically online! I’ve got an intense love-hate relationship with this lifestyle I’ve dug myself into. Think I’m getting a little bit better with the balance even if school isn’t really giving me an option. Got a load of work I need to keep catching up on if I don’t want to disappoint my professors. We’ll survive somehow. Here take a quick batch of Puzzle doodles k bye

[blujayonthewing]

one problem with felix is that I keep going 'oh you know what would be a completely logical consequence of the life circumstances he's experienced which are completely different than mine' where the answer is something I almost immediately recognize as being devastatingly relatable to myself

[termagax]

having a comic idea in my brain but i dont wanna get up and sketch it but i cant write it in the way i want to because i am cursed to think in pictures but i cant. draw it rn.