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the-undeadwriter · 2 days ago

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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 ^^

#batfam x reader #dick grayson x reader #tim drake x reader #jason todd x reader #damian wayne x reader #cassandra cain x reader #stephanie brown x reader #duke thomas x reader #this is a long list jeez #masc reader #batfam x male reader #male y/n #🐬🔆 anon

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paperbackpanic · 2 days ago

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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"

#creepypasta #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta x reader #slenderverse #eyeless jack x reader #eyeless jack headcanon #eyeless jack #eyeless jack creepypasta #masky x reader #creepypasta masky #masky headcanons #masky marble hornets #tim marble hornets #tim marble hornets headcanons #tim marble hornets x reader

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dimlylittorch · 15 hours ago

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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. “Keeping talking” he orders softly. “Keeping 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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vibratingskull · 3 days ago

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Hello, I had an idea for fic but it's a bit different to what you typically write so I understand if you wouldn't want to write it.

Imagine some rebels...maybe members of ghost crew intercepts some of Thrawns correspondence thinking that it's really important intel only to find it's some sweet back and forth between him and his SO.

They would be so surprised to find the big bad Grand Admiral being all cute in his messages. 👀

Interesting idea, let's see what it looks like!

⁺ 　 . ✦ Thrawn x F!reader ✦ . 　⁺

Tags: Kallus POV, pregnancy mention, Thrawn and reader are secretly married

Kallus types on the keys, eyes fixed on the screen.

Everyone is asleep in the Ghost but Kallus cannot sleep. They have been hunted mercilessly and now they are exhausted, Hera found a hideout and everyone fell face first in their pillows.

But Kallus is obsessed with a thought, something he did not have time to investigate while he was still a mole in the Empire.

He still needs to prove himself to his new rebel companions and he hopes that lead could be his ticket! Back when he was under the Empire he noticed ghost communications emanating from Grand Admiral Thrawn’s personal comms and terminals and while he found them suspicious they were not coded as orders that he needed to dig for the rebellion.

But now those communications shine in a very suspect light and he wants to get to the bottom of it.

He is no master hacker and Thrawn evidently changed all the codes of his ship to prevent Kallus from recovering them now that he is a rebel, but Thrawn cannot decide how to modify such encryptions, it obeys a very specific bureaucratic imperial logic.

Logic Kallus grew accostumed to.

For 4 weeks he tried to break the code, spending sleepless nights on this forsaken screen destroying his eyes in the dark and tonight he finally got it!

This is a one-time thing, knowing Thrawn as he does he will realize someone broke his security and stole his secrets.

And considering the encryptions on those communications, he will be absolutely furious and the hunt will get worse.

Kallus knows it

He enters, gathers a maximum of information, eliminates as many proofs of his presence, and runs to wake up Hera to change hideouts immediately!

He thought he would discover a one-way channel through which Thrawn transferred his plans to the Imperial palace to the Navy’s siege or even Lord Vader or the Emperor...

But he noticed those data left the Chimaera to return straight back to it...

Internal ship discussions do not use the triads to be sent and use an intranet and a computer to communicate informations. But Thrawn decided to muddy his trail by sending the data to a triad that recodes it again before sending the data back to the Chimaera.

With whom was he communicating and about what!?

He finishes typing his command and a new window pops up before his eye

A Discussion

To a certain “Ch’acah”

He never encountered that word. Is that a title? Nobody on the Chimaera is named Ch’acah.

...

What the hell...?

Ch’acah: ”How was your day, Thrawn?”

Thrawn: “Uneventful. My planning brought us to victory again and we are gaining in the rebels. Only Konstantine remains a wild card.”

Ch’acah: “Again? When will he learn that we need his cooperation for the plans to work as intended? He can’t allow himself to do what he wants like that!”

Thrawn: “I agree.”

Ch’acah: “I will try to have a word with him.”

Thrawn: “Thank you for your concern Ch’acah, but I would prefer you refrain. It will only had to your stress, and you do not need stress right now.”

Ch’acah: “I am pregnant, not dying, silly.”

Thrawn: “I prefer to be safe than sorry.”

...

Kallus blinks and reread all of that.

Pregnancy? Daring to call Thranw ‘silly’?

What did he stumble across?

He keeps reading

Thrawn: “I would never forgive myself if something happened to our baby.”

Ch’acah: “Nothing is going to happen to me or the baby, especially when I am with you on the Chimaera. I know you will do your best to protect us.”

Thrawn: “I am doing my best. Nothing will ever reach you two while I am alive, I swear it Ch’acah.”

Ch’acah: “Hihi, I know my love, I know.”

Thrawn: “I miss you daily even though we see each other every day. Hiding ourselves from the world tear my heart to pieces.”

Ch’acah: “You can reenact your marriage proposal on the bridge before everyone else if you want! <3”

Thrawn: “ (Y/n)... You know I cannot.”

Kallus almost spat out his caff

YOU?

You and... Thrawn are together? A couple? And you are pregnant?!

He remembers chatting with you from time to time and honestly praising your performance when he was still loyal to the Empire, when he turned to the rebellion he started avoiding you, judging you as a danger to his cover.

He always found you competent and intelligent, and visibly Thrawn thought the same and got seduced.

He would have never guessed Thrawn would get his heart stolen! And by you?

You were more dangerous than he first judged!

Thrawn: “If we are revealed you would become a target. The rebels and the Empire will try to get to you, to the baby, to reach me.”

Ch’acah: “I know... I was joking. Me too I would prefer to be free to hug you whenever I want...”

Thrawn: “Soon, Ch’acah, soon... When my true plans will succeed, when I know everyone in the galaxy is safe from that exterior threat, we will be together and free. I love you, ch’eo Ch’acah, more than anything.”

Ch’acah: “Me too, my love, more than anything.”

Kallus takes a minute

This is not what he expected

Not at all even

He feels like he walked in on something he should have never seen...

He never suspected that... softer... side of the Grand Admiral Thrawn.

He doesn’t know if that humanizes him in his eyes or gives him the creeps.

Thrawn is deadly and Kallus doesn’t really want to discover how he is when someone were to stand between him and you...

Between him and his baby...

Kallus thinks, does he even have it in himself to target a pregnant woman?

Would it not be what an Imperial would do? A rebel would probably have more morals than that...

Kallus contemplates the messages, the love that was hidden even to his eyes. He remembers you as a diligent and loyal officer to Thrawn and the Chiss showed respect to your person and gave a lot of consideration to your opinions on his tactics and plans in retrospect.

Now that Kallus has those informations, a lot of things click in his mind, about you and Thrawn’s behaviors in the presence of the other.

A secret couple

A hidden pregnancy

Thrawn is right about one thing, the Emperor will certainly try to get that baby, the offspring of his most prized tactician

This is literally a death sentence for you, it is only a matter of time. No rebel will even need to intervene: if Thrawn does nothing, the Emperor will get to him himself.

Kallus decides to exit the conversation

Destroys as much proof of his visit as he can

And stand up to wake up Hera and flee somewhere safe.

Thrawn will never allow such secret to spread and will do his best to hunt the intruder until he slits his throat

But somehow

For some reason

Kallus sympathizes with his new enemy, he would not want to be in his position

Never.

@bluechiss @justanothersadperson93 @thrawnspetgoose @thrawnalani @twilekchiss @dance-like-russia-isnt-watching @obbicrystaleo @elise2174@davesrightshoe @holylonelyponyeatingmacaroni @princesslunamoon19 @janjtje @helrose8

#thrawn #grand admiral thrawn #mitth’raw’nuruodo #thrawn x reader #thrawn x you #thrawn x f!reader #thrawn x y/n #fanfic #vibratingskull

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mcflymemes · 1 day ago

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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.

#dragon age #rp meme #mcflymemes #rp prompt #rp memes #roleplay memes #rp starters #roleplay prompt #ask memes #ask meme #roleplay meme #roleplay inbox prompts #rp inbox meme #inbox prompt #inbox meme #sentence starter prompt #sentence starter #sentence starters

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vivianbernadetteaurora · 1 day ago

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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 .

#fypage #astro observations #astro placements #astro community #astrology #astrology observations #astro notes #astroblr #iconic #mars signs #mars in pisces

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nlovesbjh · 21 hours ago

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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.

#⠀ ⟡ 𝒩. 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴 #nct wish #nct wish x reader #sion x reader #riku x reader #yushi x reader #nct x reader #nct imagines #kpop drabbles #kpop imagines #nct drabbles

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deoidesign · 4 months ago

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

god I can't wait to make this comic.

#not me making a prelaunch link so I can share it on art of them that I do and then immediately being like hm #feels kind of weird to link a comic that doesnt exist yet #HAHAHAHAH #theres just no pleasing me #oh well I'll stick to my guns. I thought about it a long time #and doing things that feel weird is kind of the name of the game when it comes to making art #we were legion #zagan #this is so funny to me #its like not even that funny but #I love him. idk I think because I know what the comic is gonna be like stuff like this is 1 million times funnier to me #he sucks so bad and it would suck to read if he were the only one in the comic but because luciel is also there #then its just funny. cause juxtaposition #I love luciel too but theyre less good for standalone drawings and memes without comic context #so my brains like erm... theres nothing there....#also my tags are bugging out when I type them on the ocmputer idk how to explain whats happening but its kind of annoying #jumping around all over the place. makes it hard to read while I'm typing them. its fine #if theres typos its cause somethings going weird with my computer #lately when I've opened firefox its just shaking all over the place #til I alt tab out of it and back to it. I have straight up no idea why #and my internet has been bugging out. the LAN connection keeps flickering and then going out...??#YES I switched the ethernet cable connecting the modem and the router NO I dont know whats going on #I dont wanna deaaaaaal wiiiithhh customer serviceeee its fine. I'll do it later if switching the coax cable doesnt help #uh. anyways none of that matters cause I can still make my fuckin comics babeyyy #as long as I've got my comics. I'm good. though it is annoying when I cant look up references or spelling of words cause I do that constant #but its fine!#love I can draw without internet I dont even notice when it goes out sometimes aughajkghagj #anyways I'm super excited about this comic and if you're intereted theres a presave link now so #yeay #I'll post places other than webtoon but I'm just doing webtoon early so TTA readers can switch over easier

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hplonesomeart · 3 months ago

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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

#the hell am I so anxious about? maybe it’s just overstimulation stuff #hoping it’ll die down because I can’t keep enjoying myself when I’m like this #seriously is starting to mess with my flight responses over the tiniest things #like yea obviously I needed to stay logged out of Tumblr so I would focus more on schoolwork #but uhhhh gonna be transparent and say a huge part of it is the jolts of anxiety :(#like even the thought of logging back here has caused me to feel like sweating #my brain kept saying ‘no I don’t want to I can’t do that’ even when I felt bad for missing out on others posts #like I want to be here so I can support my mutuals dammit!!!#I’m a mess. I’m such a broken mess oh great lovely spectacular #maybe the culminating stress of final exam deadlines is worsening stuff as well #I can’t tell you why I’m like this I just am 🙃#anyways thinking I’ll start adapting to the distance. Sorry but being a shut-in is more appealing right now #I just need time to be with myself and not be so invested in the lives of others #anyways what’s something mildly positive I can wrap this up with so I don’t seem pathetic….#ah yes the final Puzzle sketch here was drawn today before a class period #one of my fellow classmates noticed and audibly asked me ‘is that Mr. Puzzles?’#IT TOOK EVERTHING IN MY WILLPOWER TO NOT LET OUT A GIDDY SHRIEK #Felt like my eyes bulged and I jolted in enthusiasm jskjsksp spontaneous happiness?? actally experiencing the feeling of fitting in??#anyways I responded with a very normal ‘WAIT YOU KNOW ABOUT HIM???’ while trying to suppress grinning or going ‘teehee’#anyways now it’s my personal mission to keep initiating conversations with her because AUUUUUGH SHE KNOWS WHO HE IS I’M LOSING IT #proceeded to talk about Murder Drones & TADC like holy SHIT I didn’t think I would ever find animation peeps in my psychology class auuu 😭💜#it’s a MIRACLE man this may be a sign that college won’t be isolating anymore yaaaaayyy #PUZZLE IS SINGLE HANDILY HELPING ME TALK TO PEOPLE BOTH ONLINE AND IRL THIS IS WILD #all hail the best comfort character seriously holy shit—like imagine she never noticed me drawing Puzzles!! I’D STILL BE LONELY AS HELL #okay sorry I’ll stop typing like a teenager and go back to pretending to be well-versed in speech & conducting myself ‘normally’ :3 #doodles #sketches #hplonesome art #not tagging with Puzzles because hahaaaaa don’t look at me

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star-lights-up · 16 hours ago

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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!

#tag game

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blujayonthewing · 8 months ago

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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

#AWFUL. HOW DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING.#and then every time being like 'OKAY DAMN MAYBE NOT THIS THEN'#but on the other hand it MAKES SENSE AS COMING FROM WHATEVER BACKSTORY THING I WAS BUILDING IT OUT OF--#the thing about OCs in general is you can't help spilling yourself into them and it Feels Some Type Of Way every time I notice #but with felix it keeps happening upfront and I keep noticing immediately and going HEY STOP THAT.#[trait] or [feeling] or [preference] stems from a COMPLETELY different place for me!#why does taking wildly different paths from different starting points keep bringing me to the same horrifyingly telling destinations #or in the other direction-- 'oh I want him to have [trait] because that will be fun to roleplay and fits his concept'#'hmm I imagine a reason he might have [trait] would be [DEVASTATINGLY RELATABLE FEELING/ THOUGHT PROCESS]'#nooo oh my god that CAN'T be why. it can't be because of something directly inside of my me I have to think of something else #the thing is it's not JUST that it's devastating in the Too Real sense or devastating in the Too Revealing sense #or that it's embarrassing because it doesn't feel very creative #I also do!! want him to continue to be his own guy!! I don't WANT him to drift towards true self-insert #that kind of loses the shine for me a little :') it's better if he's-- like all my other OCs-- his own guy #whom I can also work through and/or project SOME!! stuff onto. SOME!! a normal dnd character amount!!! auughhh

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termagax · 1 year ago

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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.

#OH WELL. i just wanna know what their story mode journal entries would be like and i have some ideas #fish resents the entire concept of being forced to keep some kind of log and mostly uses it to complain about shit. l dear dumb diary #type shit like dear my stupid fucking diary that my stupid fucking boss is making me do. but they do actually do it because they cant bring #themselves to be mean to winston they just do it mad the whole time #they try to bother the boys into showing hir theirs and i think junkrats using his like a sketchbook to do little doodles instead of #actually writing anything and people just let him. maybe he lies and tells mercy he cant read so command just lets him get away w it #in my mind theres a tangential conversation where he has a lot of doodles of sojourn doing cool stuff and fish points out that he knows a #lot about overwatch and hes like yeah? i watched the old broadcasts as a kid. and theyre like ??????? how did you get a fucking tv in the #wasteland. and hes like OH well my mum was real handy where do you think i get my brilliance from. in my mind his mom was a tinkerer and a #fairly compassionate and decent woman who kind of taught him some of the basics before she died sometime when he was a kid/tween #anyways then they notice roadhog is spending a weirdly long time writing his and he wont show it to them so they just fucking wrassle it #away from him. i cant decide the funniest thing to be on there between genuinely journaling with a lot of emotion or hes writing some #shitty original novel or something. like brigs poetry where its just really bad but very earnest.

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luveline · 3 months ago

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𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐬

You’re in love with Spencer from the minute he gets you in his bed. [4k]

c: fem/afab. smut mdni, p in v sex, oral, fluff, aftercare, early intense feelings, spencer in sweetheart mode, flirting.

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It’s a cold day in November when you see him across the bar. He’s sitting at a table of friends drinking from a tall glass of coke. He’s normal. Non-imposing, undeniably cute, laughing with a smile that shows his teeth. His tie is to his belt and his suit jacket’s been thrown over the back of the chair.

He looks like he might have fun with you, if you can catch his attention. Something about him seems… eager to please.

You watch him, and you watch his friend. He seems more your usual type, muscled, confident. He’s the key. You let your gaze linger on the curly-haired boy until the friend glances your way. You give him a look. Hey, who’s your friend?

You look away once you see an arm rise. There’s elbowing, arguing. You sit relaxed at the bar and twists your straw through cherry spritz, ice cubes tinkling. After a minute you think, Oh, come on. After two you worry you aren’t his type.

Then comes salvation. The curly haired boy slots between your seat and the next, beckoning the bartender forward with a nearly perfect, “Excuse me?”

“Right there with you.”

You wait. He seems cute, but you’re not trying to take him home if he doesn’t have the chops for it. And not because you see yourself as some deadly thing to be pleased, but you can’t spend another night fluffing someone else’s feathers.

“Hey,” he says finally, surprisingly without the nerves you’d read before. He must’ve breathed through them. “How’s it going?”

You lift your gaze from the dark purple of your spritz. The first thing you notice are the beauty marks you couldn’t see before, along his cheeks and hiding among a light shadow of stubble. “Hi, handsome,” you say softly. You can’t imagine him liking a firm touch, but that might become more apparent later on. “Nothing’s going on, I suppose I was just waiting for you.”

“Yeah?” he asks.

“Mm-hm.”

He puts one arm on the bar. You let your eyes dawdle on his hand. “Are you here alone?”

“I was with a friend,” you confess, lifting your gaze to his, making steady eye contact for as long as he’ll allow you to. His gaze flits to your mouth as you continue. “But she met somebody. I was told not to wait up.”

“So you’re in need of company?”

You tip your head to give him the best glance at you, all eyes and gentle smiles as you nod. “Would that be you?”

“What are you drinking?”

“Cherry spritzer.”

“Can I buy you another one?”

“Just one, please.” You believe in the overarching reach of sexuality, of being with someone, but you don’t believe in drinking and sex, nor allowing a man to pave the way. “This is my first. If I have more than that I’ll be too tipsy to do what I want tonight.”

“What’s that?” he asks.

You tap your nose. The boy —the man— to your delight, seems to like the gesture very much.

The bartender approaches. Your unknown, lovely looking man asks for a coke and a cherry spritzer, extra cherries, though you didn’t tell him too. He nods to your little plate of cherry stems and asks, “Can you tie a knot?” But before you can answer, he adds, “I’m good at it.”

Spencer proves to be good at a few things. Kissing, touching, his face in sweet places and his spit-wet thumb to a nerve. One moment you’re sitting at the bar wondering if he’ll take you home and the next you’re taking a taxi, you’re lying in his bed being stripped of your stockings, being laid on top of. You didn’t know he had it in him, this sweaty, adoring kissing in the dark; there’s a difference between kissing for hunger’s sake and kissing with love, and for some strange reason Spencer doesn’t seem to know the difference.

“Have we met before?” you ask, the ache between your legs sharper than ever as his hand flirts with the boundary of your stomach and the apex of you, begging to go back there and prolong what he’d started.

“No.” His lips are on your neck, kissing as he slips a finger behind your ear. “I’d remember.”

His chest pushes into yours again, triggering a breathy gasp as the button of your nipple takes the brunt of him. He turns your face, that flirting hand abandoning your wanting cunt to squeeze at your sides, your ribs, the soft hill of your breast.

“Do you wanna cum again?” he asks softly. The best part is that he’s earnest, not a second of bravado in it as he lays his lips against your cheek.

You could. He’d done stuff with his mouth you’ve never experienced before, fingertips teasing your wetness as he told you something about tantrics and pleasure, his hand under your knee, holding you open. You’d felt so suddenly out of control and —and honestly, you’d thought yourself half in love with him for the way he was kissing you alone. No shyness, but softness. No rushing, no annoyance when it took you time to tip into pleasure. He’d been delighted when you seized, had sat up to draw the climax out with circles, matching pace to your rising chest.

You slip a hand into his curls and treat him with the same sweetness he’d given you, kissing him like you love him: for whatever time this is, you really do. He’s the prettiest boy you’ve ever fucked. All it took to meet was a snowstorm and a need to escape the rigid cold.

“I think you should fuck me now,” you say, scratching his scalp lightly, not so frantic, no more pulling. “Please.”

He kisses you, kisses your jaw, and doesn’t pretend he isn’t eager as he snatches the condom from the dresser. For a while things are giggly and breathless, nervous for a pause, then achingly tight. You stay and Spencer wraps his arms behind you, kissing your neck as you let your leg fall to the side.

“When did you tell me your name?” you ask, breathless again as his kiss matches his rhythm, slow grinds of his hips, flirting as his hand had been, just a few inches from filling you completely.

“I don’t remember,” he says through a kiss.

“Spencer.”

“Yeah?”

“I just thought I’d try it,” you say, covering your eyes with your hand as his hips flex and he touches that worst part of you over, and over, and over.

Spencer turns your face to take your hand, slowing to a crawl. He checks your gaze, and sinks into you again. Slow fucking, long kisses, his hands rubbing up the juncture of your neck and down again, then stroking your arms, comfort for a pain you don’t feel.

“What do you want me to do?” he asks quietly.

“Just this.”

“No, but what do you want?” he asks, lips pulled into a smile that didn’t quite make it into a laugh. “What feels best? I can get you there again.”

So you end up more on your side than your back. He helps you lift a leg over his hip and then he’s back to kissing you senseless. You can’t think of anything but being kissed, being fucked, it doesn’t just feel like an okay pastime with a vaguely handsome guy heightened by a drink, it’s fucking with intent. He curls an arm behind your back to hold you against him and he lets you have everything.

Something must give you away, a shaking leg, the way you breathe; he knows you’re ready before you do, kissing down your chest as his hand sinks between your hot thighs. Slick or not, he finds where he wants to touch, your eyes filling with heat as he slows.

He draws it out. The second his lips find your chest you trip into cumming for the second time. You hadn’t realised he was close but you cum and he quickly follows, his nose at your collar. He sounds insane. Beggy, breathy moans, a shade from laughter.

“Can I keep going?” he asks just under your ear.

You can’t say yes fast enough. He’s kind, ignoring your desperate tone.

You don’t count the number of times you fuck that night. It’s not clear, really. They aren’t separate occasions. You come down and he’s stroking the skin of your neck as you catch your breath, drawing lines down your arm, murmuring, “You okay?” as you nod and slip a hand behind his back.

He hugs you like he’s known you for years. When you kiss his blushing chest, kiss downward, he turns breathless. It goes on like that for a while. Afterwards, he situates himself between your legs and lets his weight force your thighs into your abdomen, just enough to feel the pressure, searching kisses pressed to your knee.

It’s not that you fuck all night, it’s just different than before. And when he encourages you under his sheets to lay behind you, there’s a part of you that wants his hand to stray between your legs again, no matter how tired you are.

“I’d say sorry for keeping you up, but you sounded like you liked it,” he murmurs in the dark, wrapping a solid arm around your stomach and pulling you tightly to him.

You have no regrets. For perhaps the first time ever, it feels as though all your gasps and teary sighs were adored, and not just smugly kept. “You didn’t notice me falling asleep?”

He laughs at your teasing, his breath kissing the back of your neck. “When did that happen?”

“…I don’t want to fall asleep, now.”

“You don’t have to… I can make you a cup of tea, or…” He draws another line down your arm, ending in a swirl before your elbow. “You could shower.”

Both sound nice, but no. Your legs are still weak from being held, the ache of a good fuck taking home in your stomach. Truthfully, nothing could make you wanna leave whatever it is he’s doing to you now. The shape of his lips warms your shoulder.

“That was amazing.”

“You’re amazing,” he says, wrapping you up all over again. He can’t decide how to hold you. You grab his hand and keep it there under your breasts, letting your eyes flutter closed.

How can he say that? He has this strange way of touching that’s making you feel yards prettier than you usually do, and he’d just fucked you like a dream. You couldn’t manage that sort of pleasure alone.

“Where have you been hiding?” you whisper, toying with his fingers. Might as well do everything you can while you can.

“Nowhere.”

“So where have you been?”

He takes a breath. “Turn around?”

You begin turning and he takes you like a dance, leaning in slowly to kiss you, until his smoothness gives way to a smile. He pulls back. In the barest lick of light from the window, you can see a blush spreading across his nose.

“Sorry. I should ask, I shouldn’t just kiss you,” he says, cupping your cheek.

How might you go about marrying this boy? You decide to play it cool, kissing him until you fall asleep in his arms, your lips still parted for another lazy press of his as he pulls the sheets over your shoulders.

—

You wake to something new. There isn’t a man against you hinting for a morning tryst, nor an empty bed, a note to let yourself out when you’re ready. There’s a real, gentle hand on your neck. It slides to your shoulder and rubs.

“You okay?” a voice asks.

You force your eyes open, blurry vision further occluded by a face.

His hair is damp. Like he showered a while ago. Spencer’s hand travels to the back of your neck and touches accordingly. “I wouldn’t have bothered you, but it’s almost one. I was worried you might be sick.”

You close your eyes, smiling, better when he scratches the back of your neck with short nails. “I was up late.”

“I know, I’m sorry.”

You wait for him to tell you why you have to leave, any manner of excuse, but nothing comes.

“So are you? Okay?” he asks gently.

“I’ll leave soon.”

“That’s not what I’m trying to say. If you’re not sick, you can go back to sleep.”

“And just lay in your bed all day,” you murmur, disbelieving.

“If you wanted to. Or… you can shower, and I can make you something to eat.” His thumb takes to your cheek. One night stand sex can’t be something he does often, or there’s a real possibility that he’s the first man to ever do it right.

His eyes are so much bigger than you realised. “Do you wear glasses?”

He stammers, embarrassed, “How would you guess that?”

You raise a hand to his face and draw a short line against his nose. “You have the marks here. Were you reading?”

“Just while I was waiting for you.”

“What do you do?”

“What?”

“I didn’t ask what you do, I don’t think we managed to ask each other much of anything,” you say, rewarded for your vulnerability with a chest-aching smile, his canine teeth peeking from under his lips. He still looks kissed, lips a shade of sore you’re sure you’d see on yourself in the mirror.

“I work for the government,” he says, catching your hand to cradle your wrist, “for something called the behavioural analysis unit.”

“Like, statistics?”

He lets your hand fall against his chest, a thin grey t-shirt under your knuckles failing to hide the shapes of him, of which you’d explored at length last night. You kissed as much of his chest as you could and it hadn’t felt like enough, Spencer leaner than you’d realised with a stomach on the soft side, easy to kiss relentlessly.

Your mouth is drying thinking about it. Spencer watches you wordlessly, before saying, “I guess it is like statistics, especially for me. We try to think about serial criminals in terms of their motives. It’s an attempt at math for something not usually quantitative.”

“And you’re good at it.”

“I’m good at math, yeah.”

“Probability of a,” —your breath betrays you, slightly too hopeful as it catches— “morning kiss if I brush my teeth first?”

His eyes light up. He leans down carefully, and gives you a chaste, firm kiss.

You forget that you’re naked, not worried about being shy. The sheets fall away from you as you lift up to meet him. He holds them to your naked waist, the other hand skirting just below your breast. You wish he’d touch you like he did last night, but he isn’t so forward. His kiss is kind. You frown as he pulls away.

“I had a really great time, last night,” he says, tip of his thumb setting your nerves aflame as it drifts over your skin. “Really great.”

“Me too.”

“And you’re okay?”

“What do you mean?”

“Nothing hurts?” he asks.

“No, of course not.” Your confusion clears. “No, you weren’t like that. I think my legs might be aching but that’ll go away in the shower.”

“I can run you a bath, if you want. It’s a half bath so you might not be able to stretch out, but it’ll help.” He gives you a smile. The familiarity between you doesn’t want to ebb.

“Shouldn’t have showered without me,” you say, soft, lest playful be something he doesn’t want on a new day.

“My hair was greasy. Someone kept touching it.”

You sit up. Spencer’s hands fall to yours.

It’s hard not to play with someone’s hair when it’s in their face, and when they’re trailing kisses in warm places. He doesn’t blame you really, you can see it in his eyes.

For a pause, you just sit.

This is nice. Not being thrown out, left with that aching gap in your chest like you gave something you hadn’t intended when it started. Sex will never be easy again, you realise, not when you know it can be good.

“You’re not working today, are you?” you ask.

“No, why?” he asks in turn, his thumb brushing over your knuckles.

“Maybe we…” He waits. He’s pretty enough to force your hand. “We could get to know each other,” you say, gaze taking refuge on his hands. “If you want to.”

”Really?”

“I’ve never had that with someone. Maybe we’re, I don’t know, compatible in more ways than one.” You remember yourself, lifting your head, startled by the sheer want in his expression as he holds your fingers. “You’re handsome, and you seem kind. We could have fun.”

“We could have so much fun,” he says, that flushed blush already spreading across his nose again.

You draw a line up his chest. “I might need help getting my back, in the shower. That’s not a tight squeeze, is it?”

“We might have to stand very close.”

You giggle wildly as he pulls you up, worse when he drapes a sheet over you worrying about the cold. It’s treatment you could grow used to.

—

Spencer’s trying to figure out how he got here. You, across the bar sending him looks —Derek swore you were— and the second he got to your chair he realised you were out of his league, but he had nothing to lose beside his pride.

Then there was you, in bed, pulling on his tie murmuring sweet somethings, sweet pleadings, really, taking another kiss as he moved as you asked.

Then you, the morning after. You’d slept for long enough to scare him, but when you woke you were exactly the girl you’d been the night before, only slower. Ever so slightly bashful. We could get to know each other.

Spencer’s not sure how he managed it, but you don’t go home. And on Monday you go to work and come back. On Tuesday he meets you outside of your building to take you for dinner, and you come back with him again, another night up in his arms, tangling his hair with enthusiastic fingers. The sex is good, it is, not just ‘cos his past catalogue of lays were with women who wanted casual experiences solely, or those few times with Ethan where it ended too fast and left him useless. You fuck him like you love him. It’s crazy, except he’s acting the same way.

When you’re not fucking you’re in his lap, or sitting at the coffee table with your face on his thigh driving him crazy, or you’re laying with your feet tucked under him telling him something about you. He is desperate for the details.

Like, this is it. You’ve pulled your chair as close to his as humanly possible and thrown both legs over his, basically sharing his seat as you laugh around a messy mouthful of Thai noodles.

“Don’t look, I’m being disgusting–”

“You’re never disgusting, let me–”

He’s heard you pee. He’s kissed you all over. The human aspects of you don’t bother him.

“Spence, can you–”

“It’s going up your nose–”

“–stop, holy s–”

He pinches your nose clean. “Tada. Kiss now?”

“You wanna share?”

“Yes!”

“No.” You press your hand to your mouth before he can lean in.

He lets you swallow your mouthful. Your ankle is cool in his hand. When people talk about love, it’s about meeting someone, the dates and the phone calls, the big questions. Spencer didn’t know you could do it like this. Every time you go home, you’re asking if you can come back or pestering him to come your way.

“Can I kiss you now?” he asks imploringly.

“No, we’re done kissing for a bit. I want another one of those massages.”

He can’t joke about it or he’ll turn crimson. You enjoyed a polite leg massage, until he got to your thighs, and things got out of hand.

“No massages.” He taps you under the chin, letting his hand travel wherever it wants over the side of your face.

“Fine, no massages. Unless you want one?”

“No, we agreed tonight we’d just– sleep. My boss is onto me.”

You wink involuntarily as he cups your cheek, his fingers pushed lightly over your eyes.

You aren’t fiends, but finding someone who matches as you do makes it hard to abstain from the fun. Last night was tame, though; he’d made sure you were happy and fallen asleep to grateful neck kisses. Tonight, he won’t say no, but these all-hours affairs have to stop. Derek’s suspicious of him, Hotch has the situation entirely sussed, he's sure, and Spencer’s sixty percent sure Rossi saw you both outside of Quantico tonight kissing against a toll booth.

Not that it matters. Spencer has a good feeling you’re not a fling.

“I got you some stuff earlier,” he says.

You pull his hand from your face and ask, “What stuff?”

“Like, stuff you need here. I don’t know what you like, but there’s a cleansing balm– are you allergic to chamomile?” You shake your head. “Um, it might be weird, I got you underwear, just ‘cos of the situation yesterday–”

“I liked wearing boxers, they were snug in a certain region is all–”

“–and some shampoo. That sort of stuff. Just so you can stop suffering with mine.”

“You know what shampoo I use?”

“I deduced it.”

“Ah, yes, mister profiler,” you mumble, bending into your knees to hold his face. “If I hadn’t looked you up online I’d think you were a stalker. How can you guess my favourite ice cream flavour when I never told you?”

He smiles shyly. “I just can.”

“Is there anything else you’ve guessed about me?”

“Every meal with you takes a half hour. You’re easily distracted.”

He laughs as you protest, “You’re distracting! You don’t need to guess that.”

“You distract me, too.”

You gather yourself up and stand over him to kiss his nose. “Spencer,” you whisper, your fingers sliding into his hair, “thank you. You don’t have to buy me stuff, I could’ve just gone home.”

“I don’t really want you to.”

You raise your head to see him eye to eye. “I don't want to either. This is… I like you.”

He hums, wrapping his arms around you. The hugs are rarer than kisses, but only because you’ve shared so many of the latter in the dark. He’s been thinking of kisses as the extension to fucking, that they’re okay as long as it’s done in bed, but the more time you stay, the more kisses you’ve shared for no reason at all. You kissed his cheek on the train earlier and he felt it like a shock, tipping his chin down to peck you on the lips, your arm curled behind his back as the traincar rattled over a bend.

“I like you too,” he laughs.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, of course I do.”

“Not just…”

“It’s not just the sex,” he says, waving his hand behind your shoulder as you curl into him all over again. It feels amazing.

“Should we go out, then?”

“We do.”

“No, should we date? We could be partners, officially.”

Spencer can’t take it, scooping you into his lap, though you do sit obligingly on his thigh. He shifts to take the weight.

“Please, let’s be partners,” he says softly.

“Maybe we shouldn’t, it’s still soon.”

“Five days and counting. That’s longer than some marriages, you know.”

“Maybe we can be, like, tentative boyfriend and girlfriend. If you change your mind, no hard feelings.”

“And if I don’t?” he asks.

“Then we get married in Vegas.”

“You could meet my mom.”

“I’d love to meet your mom.”

“Do you really wanna be my girlfriend?” he asks.

“I mean… there’s not such a big difference in dating and what we’re doing, right? This is relationship stuff, we just sort of skipped the awkward first dates.”

“We did,” he says, failing to hide his grin.

You stroke his cheek with your nose.

Your attempt at abstinence doesn’t last, but neither party is to blame. You have to celebrate somehow. So you finish your takeout dinner and wash dishes bumping hips. He locks the door for the night and you, giggling, struggle to change his A/C. When he drags you by the sleeve to the bedroom, he doesn’t intend on jumping right into it, and for a while he doesn’t. You lay on top of him between his parted legs and he spends a sluggish hour stroking your hairline, listening to you talk. But his devotion turns to your ear, and he’s kissing behind it, and you’re hitching yourself up his chest soon enough.

“That cherry spritzer was worth it, huh?” you ask lowly, scratching his jaw as you sit over him.

You really are pretty, amplified by your syrupy smile.

“I guess that depends what you think. Was I as good at making knots as I promised?” he asks.

“I can’t remember.”

“I can remind you?”

“That might be prudent, Dr. Reid.”

“I never should’ve told you about that,” he murmurs, your lips atop his, ready to be parted.

“I would’ve found out eventually. I’m gonna find out everything about you, honey.”

Spencer lets his eyes shutter closed. Me first, he thinks, giving in to another endless kiss. He has the advantage, after all.

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