#look at that perfection and synchronisation

[vampyricclaws]

Bellow the cut is a pinned post for one of our sideblogs.

… Catrina! Also known as Kitty, Catra or Rina.

my old blog was @murruspins , but I decided to start using my real name on here. plus, a lot of info about me on that blog is outdated and no longer how I identify …

I use they/it/xe, but I am completely gender apathetic and don’t care about terms. I do present feminine though. I am intersex and completely nonhuman. A list to my kintypes can be found here, but the main things to note is I’m a feline cladokin and I fully identify with Catra. We are bodily 15.

some interests of mine;; orange is the new black, arcane, true crime (I’m not in tcc), shera, biology, psychology, hermitcraft, HTTYD, warrior cats, monster high, metal bands, etc…

anon list; none atm :( i love to talk! feel free to send asks.

extra info …

I’m the host of a DID system, though i don’t talk about it much. a few of my headmates don’t share the same ideals as me, which is why they don’t post here. they have their own blogs. They may be linked in the future !

jinxie’s blog - @jinxedstims , dead dove do not eat stimblr.

jinxie’s 2nd blog - @punkpotion , her personal blog, ddde.

vi’s blog - @fistfulfury , personal blog, no warnings.

however, alters that do post here are: Catrina, Finn, Elle, Ollie and Violet (with supervision). However, mainly Rina.

I don’t have a strict dni, as long as you don’t harm anyone then you’re good with me (anti c for paraphilias and keep anything problematic you enjoy within fiction and we’re chill). The only dni we have is endogenic systems, I don’t mind your personal view on them and we don’t engage in syscourse, we just don’t wish to interact with them personally.

… tag list:

˖°📷 ༘ picture perfect : main tag / posting tag

˖°🐾 ༘ adventure time : talking about life / story telling

˖°💌 ༘ "you’ve got mail!" : inbox / asks

˖°🧵 ༘ synchronised hissing : lyric posting

˖°🐈 ༘ meowling heights : reblogs

[prlssprfctn]

Jason refusing to admit that Bruce and him are alike, while Bruce being oblivious to their raging similarity is the funniest case scenario ever.

Tim, waking up after a nap, and seeing a familiar big figure standing with his back to him: Hey, Jason.

Bruce, turning around, confused: Jason left an hour ago.

Tim: ...Sorry, you look like twins

Bruce, sighing: I wish. But we are not, really.

Tim: ??????

Some goon, shivering from fear: B-Batman, please, spare me!

Red Hood, leaving the shadow, even madder than before: Do I look like fucking Batman to you, man?

Goon: I-I mean, when you are standing in the darkness with your arms on your chest, and say "Now, talk"—

Red Hood, irritated: One word, and I am putting a bullet in your empty head.

Goon: Yesss, sir.

Damian, staring as everyone in the house first put cereal in the bowl, and then add milk, while Jason and Bruce demonstratively (and obliviously) do it in the opposite order in the perfect synchronisation: Why do they—

Alfred, shaking his head: Please, don't point it out, Master Damian. Either way, they will start arguing, and Master Jason will instantly teach himself to do it in the opposite way.

Damian, rolling his eyes: Whatever.

Dick: So, do you all know that Bruce and Jason refuse to admit that they are alike?

Everyone: (nod)

Dick, smirking: I fucked up Bruce's files and Jason's guns in the span of a minute...

Everyone: Why would you do that—

Bruce and Jason, from the opposite sides of manor, in the same furious voice: RICHARD JOHN GRAYSON

Dick: ...Just to demonstrate to you THIS. Now, if you don't mind, I'll go get back to Blüdhaven.

[outtathisworld-imagines]

Runs warm

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Pairing: Bob Reynolds x Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Warning: Here we go againnnnnnn! Smut! MDNI 18+. Just pure filth. Unprotected sex, Oral (M&F rec), threesome (MMF), cum-swapping, Bob is a lil slutty submissive mess, and of course he has a praise kink, dirty talk, double penetration, teasing, eating out, swearing, overstimulation. You name it, it’s probably got it. Not proofread!

A.N: A continuation of this fic! Two of our faves again, just as filthy as the first part 🥲 Happy reading!

Please let me know what else you guys would like! I do have a few other fics on the back-burner (for now!) that I'll start to post soon and just let me know if you'd liked to be tagged in further works too ✨

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Bob almost came in front of everyone in the living room when you and Bucky walked past.

Dressed in tight tactical gear, the two of you in deep conversation meant you didn’t notice. Bob swallowed hard seeing the outfits perfectly cling to all the curves of your bodies that he practically begged over a week ago. How the zippers came up to your necks that he kissed, and how tight the material was over your breasts that he moaned into.

The pair of you looking like goddamn models who could kill more with their looks than their knives and guns.

“We’re going to practice in the training room guys,” Bucky spoke up.

“Thanks for warning in advance!” Yelena called out. Everyone knew what training meant for the two of you.

“Yeah, and remember to clean up after yourselves after your ‘training’.” John chuckled, using his fingers as quotation marks. You rolled your eyes at his sly dig of a comment.

“Can’t help it if training gets us all hot and bothered, Walker.” You shot back at him but your eyes were locked onto Bob who was practically drooling at this point. “Knock before you enter next time.” You smirked and his face contorted before a shudder took over his body remembering the sight he saw the first time he accidently walked in.

Bob’s nostrils flared in jealously that John got to witness that.

He watched as the two of you walked away, perfectly synchronised with the most perfect view of that tight suit showing off the curve of your asses as you disappeared down the hall.

“You got that boy wrapped around your little finger, baby.” Bucky squeezed your hip, pulling you close. “Goddamn world, if we weren’t so busy with being sent out onto the field-“

You cupped his cheek “Don’t worry sweetie, we’ll have him again soon. We’ve got a few break days, and the party too.” You kissed him gently “We’ll have our fun with him again.” Bucky held onto the hope you had as the two of you reached the training room.

You grabbed a couple of pieces from the training equipment cabinet, your back facing Bucky. He mischievously smirked, twisting his fingers over the handle of his mock training knife and threw it at you. You quickly turned and caught it, surprising him. “You shouldn’t have turned your back,” he finally said in a teasing tone.

You walked towards him with a small frown on your face, reaching it out to hand him it back. “You shouldn’t have done that.” Your eyes were sad but the rest of you was begging for trouble. Bucky took the knife from you and as soon as he did, your calf met his neck and he fell to the floor with a groan. You lowly chuckled and walked away, not before he grabbed both your ankles and you hit the ground. “So this is how it’s gonna be today…” you huffed out and wound the rope you grabbed over your hand and between your fingers. “Game on, Barnes.”

Bob played his cool for at least 30 minutes.

Even then it was 30 minutes too long for him.

He made an excuse of going for an afternoon nap to get him out of the shared living space and then made his way to the training room. He watched from the door the two of you throw each other about, flipping the other to the ground, how one of you sat on top before being expertly pushed off and then pinned down. It was like he was watching foreplay but with more fly kicks.

“Hey cutie,” his ears pricked up at the mention of his nickname you had given him. He peered in a little more and saw you on one side of the room with Bucky on the other, both of you panting laboured breaths and stars of sweat droplets scattered over your foreheads. “What’s up?”

He cleared his throat, his fingers twitching against each other, something he always did when he was nervous. “Can I train with you guys?”

You and Bucky shared a glance. “Train or watch?” Bucky asked licking is his lips as if Bob was his next meal, slowly approaching him.

“Watch…” he lowly breathed out with a nervy smile.

Bucky pulled him into the room and shut the door. “You hear that, Y/N. He wants to watch.” Bucky’s hands found Bob’s shoulders and rubbed them “You like watching us?” He nodded with a gulp “I know how much you love it when we give you a show.” He kissed his cheek and you approached the two men twirling a mock-knife which somehow turned Bob on even more watching your slender fingers in action. “We’ve missed you.”

“So much,” you added. “Missed having my boys,” you squeezed yourself in the middle between them both, your free hand moving up and down Bob’s side whereas your other pressed the fake knife to Bucky’s neck, reminding him your little session wasn’t over until someone won. The two men gasped seeing you remain so composed but so willing at the same time. “Excuse us, Bob. We have a show to perform.” Bucky grabbed your arm and flung you to the middle of the training mat, remarkably landing on your feet. “Now he’s just showboating!” You told Bob, teasing Bucky who playfully growled.

He ran towards you and you leaped into the air, your legs wrapping around his torso as you spun and flipped him to the floor. You let out a laugh and Bob didn’t know what to do so clapped instead of what he wanted to do which was whipping off his sweats and touching himself at the scene unfolding before him. “Fuck!” Bucky groaned and tried standing back up but you turned him over and grabbed your rope. He knew he had lost now. You placed his hands behind his back and Bob watched in awe effortlessly you bound Bucky.

And just how much he would have loved that.

“I win,” you rolled Bucky back over and stuck your tongue out at him, your legs strangling his waist.

However, Bucky wasn’t backing down quite yet and thrusted his hips up making you moan in surprise and suddenly you were now on your back with him on top. He smirked, shooting a wink to Bob before taking your zipper that was near your neck between his teeth and slowly dragging it down beyond your cleavage and to your bellybutton. Showing enough skin to really rile both them up.

Bob thought the show in the kitchen you gave him was hot, but this was like he was thrown into a pool of lava.

You darkly laughed at the two of them and then used your strength in your legs to flip him back over. You left your suit unopened “Nuh uh, I always come out on top.” You were now straddling his chest. “You hear that Bob. Always on top.”

“Sometimes you cum on the bottom,” Bucky added and you smirked knowing that could be one of two options.

“Or in between…” Bob said which caught you both off guard.

You looked up to Bob “Well, since I’ve won, how do you think I should celebrate, Cutie?”

Bob looked between you and Bucky, a newfound, almost authoritative confidence surging through his veins.

“I think you should sit on his face.”

His straight to the point answer made both you and Bucky gawk.

“You heard me. Take off that hot as fuck suit and sit that pussy on his face.” He practically commanded. You quickly and wobbly stood up and removed your suit and underwear, both men groaning in pleasure at the sight. You felt very exposed especially with the two of them still fully dressed but a wave of excitement crashed over you.

You did as Bob asked as sat your pussy over Bucky’s eagerly awaiting opened mouth. You moaned feeling his hot tongue explore every inch of your wet folds. Your hands found his hair as you gripped onto him, he tried to free his own hands but with no luck from your tightly wound bound. “Oh fuck,” you groaned.

“That’s it, Bucky. Eat her out.” Bob stepped forward a little. “Ride his face, Y/N, rub that pussy all over his face. Get it nice and wet for me.” You were on the verge of cumming already from Bob’s words and Bucky’s talent.

You moved a little, doing a 180 turn to hold onto Bucky’s sides. Bucky’s mouth gasping for air at the opportunity. “Are you joining us or not?” He asked before you sat on him once more.

“Sor-sorry for watching. Again.” He near enough skipped forward, his palms sweating and being reminded that he always ran warm, even more so now.

“You like watching us, Bob?” You asked, toying with your breasts for him.

He let out a choke disguised as a laugh. “Can’t you tell…? Got a fucking boner from you guys just fighting. Anything you both do is hot as fuck.”

You giggled, his authoritative mask slipping a little to reveal the slutty little mess you both got to enjoy the week before. “Well you wanna practice fighting still or you wanna fuck? Although I think your dick has spoken for you.” You nodded towards his crotch with a smile.

He came over and kissed you, his hands roaming all over your body, his fingertips gently pinching your nipples and making you moan into his mouth. His lips trailed down your chest, his tongue now replacing his fingertips as it swirled over your nipples, leaving sloppy kisses in his path. You felt Bucky struggle under you, how much he wanted his arms to be free to embrace the pair of you. You saw the struggle his cock had too against the tight material. When your eyes locked onto it, Bob’s gaze then followed.

“You should give him a hand…or a mouth.” You grinned between moans.

Bob gulped and nodded, moving down Bucky’s body, his shaky hands undid his belt and with a deep breath, pulled down his tactical gear to his knees. “Fuck…” he breathed out. No matter how many times he saw you both, you were as fucking gorgeous as the last.

You saw him hesitating. “Cutie?” You called out for him. “Everything alright?” You and Bucky both slowed too, wanting to make sure he was okay.

He lowly laughed and ran his hand through his hair. “It’s just…I’ve never sucked anyone off before.” He shrugged.

His innocent inexperience made your heart burst. “Aww,” you cupped his cheek and stroked your thumb over his skin. “That’s alright! Bucky loves a first timer, don’t you sweetie?”

“I sure fucking do, honey.” He said once you moved allowing him to answer and catch his breath. “Don’t worry Bob, she’ll tell you everything I love. There’s no wrong, just wanna feel your mouth on me.”

Bob felt the nerves ease, something he now realised the two of you always effortlessly did. You moved from Bucky’s mouth and Bob watched as you hovered over him. “Don’t worry, Bob, I’ll get him warmed him up for you.” Your lips met his as you sat yourself on Bucky’s cock. The two of you moaning at the sensation. You didn’t move, you kissed Bob as Bucky’s cock twitched inside you. “Oh he’s so excited for you,” you moaned against his lips and then moved off him, taking your rightful place on a throne otherwise known as Bucky’s mouth.

Bob bent down, his lips meeting Bucky’s head before biting the bullet and almost swallowing him whole. He moaned tasting the remains of you on him mixed with his salty pre-cum. “Fuck! Fucking fuck!” Bucky roared into your folds which made you cry out in pleasure.

“Just like that Bob, use your tongue to lick him too, he loves that so much.” He responded to your guidance, moaning against Bucky’s cock and feeling it hit the back of his throat when it twitched with pleasure. Bob gagged and you both let out a gruff at the gorgeous noise, you could feel yourself about to cum on Bucky’s face, that tightening coil in your stomach only wound more from the sight of Bob pleasuring Bucky with his mouth and continuing to gag on his cock. Bob looked up to you through his eyelashes and that was enough to send you over the edge. You came with an almighty scream, Bucky frantically eating you to the point where you had to roll off from sheer overstimulation. You lay on the floor catching your breath before finding enough strength to crawl to Bob.

Bucky’s head fell back, his jaw tight and his eyes closed, Bob’s pace quickened, eager to please him all while mentally wishing he had done this sooner. Your trembling fingers reached to the waistband of his sweats and you reached in, pulling them down as you did before finding his hardened cock and stroking it. Bob moaned against Bucky and the vibration that ran through his body made him groan loudly, cumming in Bob’s mouth. “Sh-shit! Oh god, yes! Fucking yes!” He yelled as he came.

“Swallow, as much as you can, Bob” you practically begged on Bucky’s behalf. “He loves it. He’ll always give you such a big load.” You watched as Bob’s Adams apple moved as he did as you asked, moaning loudly at the taste of Bucky and the fact you were touching him. “Good boy,” you praised and he let out a whimper from his lungs. “Such a good boy for us. You wanna cum on Bucky’s cock? Huh?” You asked batting your eyelashes. “When do we can both lick it all up and let him taste.” Bob struggled to nod.

“Y-y-yeah. Want that so much,” he struggled to speak even more than nodding.

You smiled watching him become undone by your hand, white ribbons of his cum decorated Bucky’s cock. The winter soldier found enough strength to moan again at the feeling. When Bob finished you both licked Bucky clean with your tongues before both going to his mouth and decanting a mixture of spit and Bob’s cum into his open mouth.

The three of you lay panting and catching your breaths on the floor, the boys keeping your naked frame warm with their bodies wrapped around it.

“You sure you never done that before?” Bucky tiredly chuckled asking Bob.

He breathlessly laughed. “Never. But fuck, I can’t wait to do it to you again.” He groaned.

You stood with a smile, pulling on your tactical gear again and helping Bob up when he reached out his hand. “Well after all that fun and excitement, I’m starved and in dire need of a shower.” You turned to Bob “You should join the team soon so they don’t get too suspicious,” you pecked his cheek.

“Uh what about-“ Bob looked to Bucky, still tied up on the floor with his pants to his knees.

“Nope!” You cut him off. “I won so he needs to figure his own way out of this very big, sweaty, cum soaked mess before anyone else comes in here…” you laughed walking away, leaving him struggling. Bucky looked at Bob pleadingly and he went to bend down to help, just having the chance to pull up his tactical gear and cover him more modestly before you came back, grabbed him by the neck of his sweatshirt and pulling him away. “I told you I won.”

Bucky groaned “I yield Y/N! I yield!”

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“I hate these things.” You complained, trying to fasten your necklace.

“The necklace or the party…?” Bucky laughed and helped your struggling hands, his own brushing against the back of your neck. “There you go,” he kissed the spot above the clasp.

“The party, so pointless, just a bunch of people flaunting about how influential they are- pisses me off.” You huffed, now organising your clutch.

Bucky breathily chuckled “You’re so hot when you’re pissed.” You swatted away his flirty tone, he came up and hugged you from behind, kissing your exposed shoulder and melting away the stresses inside you. “I don’t like them either but seeing you like this always makes them better, doll.”

Bucky walked away to grab his suit jacket, you had stopped fidgeting with your bag and blinked at the nickname. It was one you hadn’t heard in years.

“What?” You quietly said.

“What do you mean what?”

“You called me doll again.”

The room fell silent, a ghost of a smile appearing and then vanishing over his face. “Huh, guess I did.” He left the room before you could further question it, both of you unsure of what just happened.

You made your way to meet up with the rest of the team who were all gawking and gushing over outfits. Then all eyes fell to you and soft gasps filled the room, Bucky looked at you with a proud smile, Bob’s jaw dropped to the floor and your lover subtly nudged him to ensure he kept his cool around your other teammates. You looked him up and down, his crooked bow tie and his converse peeking out under the hem of his suit pants. He was a far cry from Bucky, but that’s what you liked.

“Hoo boy!” Alexei yelled whilst clapping. “Our lineup is beautifully complete with stunning Y/N!” You playfully rolled your eyes and lightly pushed his arm before twirling in your black, one shoulder dress with a cut exposing your leg to the world. “Let’s go! The red chariot awaits!”

You raised a brow “Will we all fit in the limo?” Alexei looked at you as if to say of course. “I mean between the half bottle of vodka and the Cheeto packets I’m sure we will all be as snug as bugs.” Bucky chuckled.

“There will be plenty of room!” He insisted.

“There will be if we all sat on top of each other,” Bucky quickly added. You and the two men you had your way with the day before sent each other a glance, holding back a smile.

“What else do you suggest we do? We all ride Bob?” John joked.

“Hmm could you imagine riding Bob? What a funny thought...” Bucky said in a dry tone looking at you and causing your face to become stoic.

Alexei waved his arms dramatically, not noticing the bubbling tension. “Ah she is robust enough to handle all of us!”

You laughed “As much as I’d love the limo, I’ll drive some of us in my car.”

Bobs hand flew up “I’ll go with Y/N.”

Bucky smirked “Going to have to change your shoes first, bud. Pretty sure they won’t let you in with converse on. He can ride with us, guys. You can go ahead, we will meet you there.”

Bob lightly jogged to fetch his smarter shoes, Alexei pleading with him. He turned around, still keeping his pace and using his hands to weigh up options. “Hmm….Sexy sports car versus a red limo with bullet holes in it…yeah. Sports car it is. Sorry Alexei! Besides my nights are never boring.” He winked to the group and everyone looked at him shocked. You and Bucky sent a side-eye glance to one another wondering just what you had unlocked within him.

You met with Bob in the garage, you and Bucky greeting him with a smile. You fixed his tie, straightening it out for him. “Ready?” You asked and he nodded, jumping in the back of the car as Bucky opened your door and then made his way to the passenger side.

“GPS says seven minutes away,” you started pulling out from the basement of the watchtower.

“Seven minutes in heaven…?” Bucky suggestively said while feeling up your exposed leg, Bob watching the two of you interact from the back seat, his palms already becoming clammy at the sight.

“You wish,” you mumbled under your breath, concentrating on the road. You looked to Bob in your rearview mirror, noticing he now had a book in his hand which he was engrossed in. “Whatcha reading, cutie?”

“Kama Sutra.”

You almost crashed the car at his nonchalant tone combined with his admission. Bucky choked on thin air.

Bob laughed “I’m kidding! I’m kidding you guys.” He mischievously giggled. “It’s just a booklet about the gala party we are going to tonight.” You tried to catch your breath and haphazardly laughed along with Bucky at his little prank. “Although I should probably read it. Might come in handy with the two of you.” His voice suddenly turned dark.

Your hands tightened around the steering wheel, trying to focus and concentrate on the streets of New York.

“We did it right where you’re sitting.” Bucky’s voice broke the silence.

Bob groaned, his hands feeling the soft leather that surrounded him, picturing your softer bodies there. “Fuck. That’s fucking hot. Can the two of you do me back here?”

You and Bucky both smirked “Anything you want, Bobby.” He replied.

When you arrived to the party Bucky helped you out of the car, supporting you by linking your arm in his. Bob walked behind you both intently watching as your hips perfectly swayed up the stairs. You glanced behind your shoulder noticing Bob’s eyes fixated on you both and whispered to Bucky who then looked too, smiling to himself noticing Bob’s entranced stare.

The team mingled with others throughout the evening, you found yourself on your own at one point looking at all the information plates that were tied to your past. You walked up to one, Steve’s original suit and sighed, your fingers discreetly touching the glass. “I still miss him too.” Bucky’s voice snapped you back to reality. “We can’t change the past.”

“Why’d you call me ‘doll’ again?” You quietly asked. “It’s been so long I almost forgot it,” you dryly laughed, not an ounce of humour in it. The nickname still played on your mind, one that he only dedicated to using around you with Steve all those years ago.

You watched as he tried to search for the right answer, his mouth gaping and then shutting. “I suppose I’m just really happy again.” He said reaching for your hand “I was always really happy before, with you, I always am. But having someone like Bob for us…I dunno feels like those old times that I didn’t know how much I missed until it happened.” His soft confessions in the quiet corner of the room made your heart swell.

“Bob reminds me of Steve in lots of ways.” You said, looking at the suit again.

“Hmm, me too.” He smiled to himself. “You okay?” He asked, always wanting to check in with you. You nodded your head and he placed a gentle kiss to your forehead. “You wanna go home?” You nodded again. Bucky looked up, seeing Bob there. “Think someone wants to go home with us too…” you turned and saw him, you could see him mentally picturing you both with him again already.

“I think we should try something on him tonight. I noticed him get very excited when I used the ropes.” Bucky raised a brow at what you had said. “Maybe since he likes watching so much we tease him with that too…” your plan was vocally coming alive. “You up for that sweetie?” You asked Bucky in an angelic voice. He responded by practically dragging you and Bob back to the car.

The second the three of you arrived back to the tower and into your room your mouths were latched onto one another. Arms everywhere as you all tried to remove your clothing as quickly as possible.

“You both looked so fucking sexy tonight,” Bob moaned against Bucky’s lips.

“So did you, cutie. We just couldn’t wait to get you home.” You said with a smile, slipping out of your dress. “Fuck you senseless.” He loudly moaned into the air at your words. “We wanna play a little game with you tonight if you’re up for it?”

He nodded, willing to agree to anything, he just wanted to have you both again. Not even meth got him this high. “Everything, told you guys I wanted to do everything.”

You climbed off the bed and fished around in the drawer while the two men kissed and groped one another on the bed, shedding their clothes with each kiss until they were just in their underwear like you. You faced the bed, Bucky directing Bob’s attention to you. He saw you twisting a rope in your hand “I saw how much it got you excited. We wanna tie you up and have some fun with you.”

Bob was fairly certain he already came at your words with the noise he made. He usually ran warm, but he felt like he was on fire. “You done this before?” Bucky asked and he shook his head no. You and Bucky shared a look one of excited arousal and concern. “Let’s make a safe word, just incase.” He pecked his lips. You and Bob both agreed and pondered until he came up with one.

“Cucumber?” He said and you and Bucky chuckled.

“Cucumber it is,” you said wrapping the rope even tighter around your hand and throwing yourself on the bed. Bucky brought Bob’s arms to the bed frame and you wrapped the rope around his hands and wrists, tying him to the bed.

“Fuck…” he groaned as Bucky removed his underwear and then his own along with yours. You and Bucky lay either side of him and kissed every inch of his body before meeting at his cock. The two of you dragged your tongues across either side of his shaft, his hips involuntary jolting and rising up at the sensation. Bucky smirked and held them back down again, his tongue brushing against your own every so often as Bob’s moans reached the walls of your room. Bucky’s mouth surrounded his cock as you moved to Bob’s face.

“Open wide, cutie,” you demanded and his tongue eagerly awaited your dripping pussy. His arms shook, almost forgetting what state he was in. He just wanted to grab you both, hold you both, but the denial you had bestowed upon him was settling in. “Oh, oh fuck, Bob.” You moaned, Bucky’s eyes looking up and catching you sitting on Bob’s face.

“So fucking hot,” he moaned against Bob’s cock, now using his hand along with his mouth.

“He takes it like such a good boy doesn’t he, Buck?” You whined, jutting your hips against his head. “Such a good boy, Bob.” He moaned against you, always being so willing and eager to please. His throat became hoarse as he felt a rush through his body. “Shit, Buck he’s gonna cum already.”

Bucky pulled back with a gasp, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand while Bob practically screamed into your pussy as the sensation was suddenly taken away from him. You and Bucky laughed “Not that quick, Bobby.” Bucky warned “We want to play with you more.”

Bucky pulled you from his mouth and kissed you, Bob struggled against the rope. “You guys,” he whined “Please, please! Fuck!” He cried out as you and Bucky made out in front of him, your hands roaming all over each other suddenly making him feel a little left out. “Fuck me, god, please!” He begged.

“So needy,” you teased “So desperate to cum for us are you?” You and Bucky moved to either side of him and peppered kisses all over his face. Bob tried his best not to burst into tears from the fact he was about to burst in another way any moment now. “Hey Bucky?”

“Yes honey?”

Bob didn’t like the sound of this.

It was the sound of your plotting coming to its crescendo. “Since Bob loves watching us so much, let’s make him watch us fuck. Leave him on the bed, we’ll fuck over the top of him.”

Bucky wickedly smirked “Sure thing, doll.” He winked and your heart skipped a beat at the nickname again.

“Y/N please don’t do this! I’ve been so good! Do whatever you want but just do me right now too!” He pleaded, fully submitting himself to you both. You ignored him as you got on all fours above him. “Bucky! I’ll let you give me a facial or whatever you want! Just don’t listen to her! Just fucking touch me!”

Bucky barked out a laugh. “What makes you think I won’t do that anyway?” He said “Gonna fuck my Y/N and then coat you in my cum, let her clean it up.”

You pressed a kiss to Bobs lips as Bucky brought his hips forward, fucking you from behind. “Oh god! Fuck! So good. So. Fucking. Good!” You moaned, Bob struggled under you both. “You love watching us don’t you, cutie? Bet you wish it was you doing or getting this.” He frantically nodded “Bucky might even fuck you soon if you’re a good boy and if that’s what you want. You gotta prove that to him though. Takes him a little while to warm up to someone,” he forcefully spanked your ass. “FUCK!” The slapping of your two bodies almost made a tear slip from Bob’s eye. He wanted to break free from your bounds and reach you both. His hips levitated off the bed and you giggled at the sight of him being so desperate.

“Gonna cum so- shit! So fucking soon!” Bucky panted out, hands firmly gripping your hips. “Love having you on all fours for me, baby, so fucking hot! Ain’t she Bobby?”

“Fuck!” He let out a gritty scream “I’m gonna cum just like this,” he was on the verge of imploding, especially watching you cum above him, your eyes shutting, swears dripping from your lips and then your mouth forming the most perfect smile after you did.

“Shit, I’m gonna fucking cum too.” Bucky gently pushed you to the side, you placed your face with your tongue out beside Bob’s desperately wincing one as Bucky came over the two of you. “God, so fucking stunning with my cum on your faces. Clean him up Y/N.” You dragged your tongue over Bob’s features, licking up and savouring every last drop. Bob watched as Bucky licked yours, then hovering over him commanding that he opened his mouth which allowed him to spit his cum down Bobs throat. “Let’s finish him off together, Y/N. He’s gonna cum before we even touch him again.” You both chuckled at the sight of him wriggling and writhing with his arms above his head.

You and Bucky both brought your hands around his cock and watched him bathe in relieved pleasure. “Thank you so, so much,” he cried out “Oh god I’m gonna cum so fucking fast because of you guys.”

“Then be a good boy and cum,” your sultry tone made him release a feral moan.

“And then when you do, we won’t stop until we make you cum again. Gonna milk you dry, Bob.” Bucky darkly laughed as he watched the man on the bed let out a loud roar, his body almost fully lifted off the bed as he finally came over your hands. His cum lubricated your hands more, making a slick noise that filled the room between his moans.

His chest pulsating as you both kept pumping, his hands frantically trying to untie the rope. “Guys, I don’t know if I can again!” His voice was starting to pitch.

“Not with that attitude you won’t,” Bucky said, intently watching Bob’s twitching cock.

“Yeah, cutie, thought you wanted to cum for us so badly…” your sweet voice sent Bob over the edge again, his cock suddenly spilling out again as tears of pure pleasure slipped from his eyes. “Good boy!” You praised “Let’s get him all cleaned up, Buck.”

You unraveled his hands, his arms having no strength to move as he desperately caught his breath again. Bucky brought a wet flannel to cool him down. Bob was shaking as shockwaves of pleasure continued pulsating throughout his body. “The two of you…something else. Something…so fucking perfect.” He said with each breath.

You gently placed back on his underwear before you grabbed yours and Bucky’s, crawling into the bed together with Bob. “You okay, doll?” He asked you and you nodded with a smile, asking him the same and getting a nod and wink in response.

The three of you closed your eyes, limbs lazily draped over each other as Bob enjoyed being sandwiched between you both as the three of you caught your composure again. “What are we?” Bob suddenly asked you and Bucky.

Your eyes met with Bucky’s and you blinked, not ever being asked that question before. “What do you mean?” Bucky asked.

“The three of us.” Bob replied.

You turned, looking up to him and resting your chin on his shoulder. “What would you like us to be?”

“I like this. I like all of us. I like you both.” He softly admitted.

Bucky mirrored your actions. “Then that’s what we’ll be.” He said “It will be us three.”

—•—

It was raining in New York, a dreary wet day with no sign of clearing up.

Everyone was lazing about in the living room, you were reading with a cover tossed over you, Yelena was on her phone, Bucky and John were arguing about something, Ava and Bob engrossed in a conversation about New York’s best pizza and Alexei was on his tablet, trying to get bookings for his limo service.

“Maybe we should all go on vacation?” Yelena suggested out of the blue. Your ears all perked up and smiles dashed across your faces.

“That sounds good!” You sat up a little more “Somewhere warm.”

“With a pool!” Ava requested.

“All you can eat buffet!” Alexei added. You all looked at him with a raised brow.

“Vacation sounds nice.” Bob spoke up, his fingers twiddling together, it made you and Bucky smile. He was wearing one of Bucky’s tight black tops which you were on the verge of ripping off, seeing the two boys matching. You had a feeling they planned that just for you.

“Is anyone bringing anyone along?” John asked “I could maybe ask Olivia and she can bring the baby. Could be my chance to reconnect and get another opportunity with them again.”

“Sure, why not?” Alexei said before smiling to himself. “Maybe I can bring one of my many fancy lady friends…”

You rolled your eyes with a smirk “Any number times zero is still zero…” you playfully jibed and Alexei sent you a deadpanned glare before standing up and rushing towards you, throwing you over his shoulder causing you to scream and laugh in response. “Put me down!” You giggled and he tossed your back on the sofa as the others laughed with you both.

Ava turned to Bob again. “Who would you take Bob?” She asked and he shrugged a shoulder. “Girlfriend? Boyfriend? Any friend?”

He nervously smiled and played with the hem of his gifted top. “You guys are my friends. I’ll go with you guys, wouldn’t want to go with anyone else.” He said, eyes darting between you and Bucky. The team felt a rush of content at his kind words.

You and Bucky felt something different entirely.

Bucky bit down on his lip and suddenly stood up, looking at both you and Bob. “Well, I’ll start looking out my speedos.”

—•—

PART 3- ‘cumming’ soon 😉

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closed starter for @mysteriousxgirls

Azriel’s formal Oxford shoes struck the pavement with a sharp, deliberate cadence as he emerged from the sleek black SUV, his presence undeniable amidst the chaotic hum of the nightclub’s entrance. Dressed in a sharp navy suit that hugged his frame just right, the crisp lines of the jacket contrasted against the casual edge of his unbuttoned white shirt underneath — a look both refined and dangerously laid-back. Luca moved just behind him, ever silent, his gaze cutting through the crowd with a cold, methodical precision. Maria was several paces ahead, her movements deliberate and laced with purpose, the subtle sway of her hips punctuating her every step. Her laughter, infectious and slightly careless, rose above the pounding bass, already weaving its way through the crowd as she set her sights on her prey. She was working her angle—feigned inebriation, the slightest tilt of her head, eyes cast toward a handful of strangers—an artful distraction.

The club pulsed with life, a kaleidoscope of flashing lights and bodies crammed into a space that left little to the imagination. Their movements were synchronised with the relentless beat of the music, each step in perfect harmony with the next. The air was dense with the acrid tang of cigarette smoke and the cloying scent of overpriced cologne, a suffocating haze that blurred the edges of reality and rendered everything just a shade too intimate. Azriel navigated through the throng with purposeful intent, every step measured, eyes scanning the room with surgical precision. They were here for a singular purpose: the ex-gang chemist who had vanished, now resurfaced under a new alias, peddling party drugs in places like this. Azriel had studied the intel; the man was tall, dark-haired, with a jawline as sharp as his calculated gaze. His eyes—those eyes that never quite met yours—locked onto him in an instant. The man they sought was stationed near the bar, his predatory gaze sweeping the room, searching for an opening. Luca’s eyes flicked over the dance floor, always alert, always assessing. “I don’t like this place,” He murmured, his voice barely rising above the incessant pulsing of the music. “Too many eyes, too many distractions.” Azriel shot him a glance—steady, unwavering, the calm in the midst of chaos. “That’s precisely the point. We blend in. We don’t attract attention. Keep it tight.”

Already in motion, Maria’s gaze locked onto the dealer across the room. With the precision of a seasoned operator, she moved toward him, her walk artfully exaggerated by a slight stumble, as though slightly tipsy. Easing onto the bar stool beside him, her posture languid and seductive, she leaned in just enough for him to catch the faint scent of alcohol on her breath, a calculated invitation. “Hey there, big guy,” she purred, her voice a syrupy blend of faux sweetness. “I’m not usually this fun, but tonight’s been... one of those nights,” A slow, tipsy grin curled at her lips as she spoke, the expression lazy and deliberately drawn out. Her gaze, deliberate and inviting, lingered for a fraction of a second longer than needed, crafting the subtle illusion of vulnerability, as though she were irresistibly receptive to whatever temptations he might extend.

Azriel’s attention remained fixed on the dealer. The ex-chemist’s features were unmistakable—his angular jawline, the shrewd, calculating gleam in his eyes, all wrapped in that same predatory allure. Subtle flickers in his gaze, darting between Maria and the sea of bodies, betrayed his intentions: he was poised, waiting for the perfect moment to act. Azriel’s focus was laser-sharp. There was no room for distraction, no tolerance for delay. The objective was clear. If this man was indeed the one they sought, the truth would be pried from him with ruthless efficiency. If he wasn’t, Azriel would ensure that he became irrelevant, swiftly and decisively. Maria had already captivated the dealer’s attention, and Azriel, knowing her methods all too well, recognised the delicate dance she performed. She was a master of misdirection, playing the role of a tipsy seductress with effortless precision, drawing him in with the promise of something more. Azriel knew some games required patience, so he pushed off from the wall and made his way to the other side of the bar, casually ordering a drink. His gaze never strayed from her, though, keeping a careful watch without drawing attention.

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Wally had a plan.

A good plan, relatively thorough, and romantic. All of which were crucial to whether or not this date would go good.

A good, sweet morning wrapped up in the loving embrace of your arms, paired with the sweet, tightness of your cunt cockwarming him while the sun rises from just below the horizon. With the feeling of your fingers carding through his hair, your lips ghosting over his jaw and murmurs of sweet 'I love you's in the air.

Then, you'd have breakfast that HE learnt how to make. Through numerous WikiHow articles and YouTube tutorials.

Then, you'd go about your day where flowers would be mailed to your job, and the two of you would have a nice lunch. Specifically, a picnic in the park and for dinner, you'd have take-out and the scallions in the soup would be shaped like cute hearts, because if your love is in soup, it's eternal.

But noooooooooooo.

The universe has a fucked up way of ruining the speedster's hopes and dreams.

The takeout place burns down, the flower company doesn't get his order, he oversleeps so he doesn't get to make you the whole, magical experience of cockwarming while he feeds you breakfast.

"I'm sorry." Wally murmurs softly. "I should've planned better."

Rain continues to soak through his shirt, the fabric getting heavier and clinging to his torso in the way that makes your eyes linger, a slow smile spreading on your face as you unabashedly watch the way the shirt sticks to his tightly toned belly. Abs on display in the most demure yet slutty way.

"It's okay."

You reassure softly, although your eyes don't move from where you can see his nipples through his shirt.

"Are you seriously staring at my nipples?" Wally let's out a choked laugh, dimples deepening in his cheeks as he looks down at you, gingery hair wet and clinging to the back of his neck, as well as his forehead.

Your outfit's less soaked than his.

Seeing as he made a makeshift gazebo with his windbreaker, using his speed to his advantage to tie the arms to the lowest hanging branches and tucking either of the ends between messy and spiky edges of the branches.

Too small to accomodate both of you but good enough to keep you from thoroughly soaking your plaid Chanel skirt and you shift, your boots scuffing against the wet grass.

"Yeah." You hum softly. "They're so cute and like, hard."

Reaching out, you press down one of his perky nipples and Wally snorts. "Freak."

"Come stand with me. You're gonna get a cold." You chide Wally with a huff, grabbing the front of his shirt and tugging him out of the rain, his body pressed against yours and strong, muscular hands move to bracket your hips, his thumbs brushing over the flesh your fluffy knit sweater fails to over and he looks down at you.

Fucking hearts in his eyes.

The moment seems perfect right now. Raindrops pelting around you, the sound of wet grass sloshing underneath your boots as you shift at the feel of nipping cold and a warm hand moves to cup your cheek as Wally leans down, his lips pressed against yours. It's so sweet.

He kisses you like it's the only slow thing he'll ever do. Lips moving against yours in a slow, synchronised motion that you both seem to fall into so flawlessly, his hand on your hip shifts and instead, his arm's wrapped around your waist while your own hands interlace at the nape of his neck.

You can barely hide the giggle that leaves you when you feel the way Wally's hand lowers, taking the sweet and romantic opportunity to slide his hand beneath your skirt. Damp digits paw at the fat of your ass and you pull away.

"Creep." You mock him, nipping at his bottom lip and you see the pretty twinkle of his eyes as he stares down at you, a grin on his face, freckles dusted over his rosy cheeks.

"Guilty." He hums softly, before leaning forward, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear.

"We should get out of the rain, yeah?" There's a low huskiness to his voice, a sweet yet sultry tone that hints that there's a lot more waiting for you at home than there was waiting for you at the park.

And you nod your head, bashful and adoring as you murmur a soft 'mhm'.

˚˖𓍢ִִ໋❤️་༘🎀˚˖𓍢ִ🌹˚.

Hot water sprays down on your skin, and you let out the softest sigh, frozen bones easing at the warmth before the shower door is abruptly opened and Wally stands in all his freckled glory.

Hair still damp from the rain, that shit-eating grin on his face.

"Scoot over." He instructs, but he's already stepping over the threshold of the shower, shutting the door behind him and readjusting the showerhead to spray more in his direction.

Wally's always been a bit of a selfish showerer.

His body nearly presses yours against the tiled walls as he soaks up the scalding water, letting out controlled breaths before meeting your narrowed gaze and he lets out the softest little breath. And he reaches towards the temperature dial, shifting and switching it, until the water's a pleasant, lukewarm temperature before he hums.

"Upsy-daisy." He lifts you with ease, your knees hooked over the crooks of his elbows, your back pressed against his chest and he presses a sloppy kiss against your temple.

"Wally, what are you— oh..." The gruff complaints die in your throat when Wally shifts your body towards the shower stream, your thighs spread obscenely wide as the solid stream of water pelts down against your clit, and you purse your lips, brows knitting at the pleasure that's not quite enough to get you anywhere but it's nice enough for you to not want it to stop.

Wally hums in pride, freckled cheeks splitting into a grin as you feel the muscles of his core flex absentmindedly, his cock twitching to life, hardening and pressing itself against your neglected cunt. And he presses the sweetest kiss against your cheek, loving and adoring before he breathes your name so sweetly.

"Help me out?" He coos softly. "Just the tip, though. I wanna make you feel good."

You nod your head, biting your bottom lip as you reach down between your thighs, grabbing a hold of his cock and you give his tip a few swipes of your thumb, feeling the way his breath hitches against your back before you ease his flushed tip into your hole.

Just the tip.

Wally can't help the way he sighs at the warmth of your cunt, wrapped so sweetly around his leaky tip as you spasm so subtly. And he clicks his tongue, his hips twitching and giving you the most shallow thrusts, all as he reaches for the showerhead, detaching it and bringing it closer.

"Wally, I don't think—"

Your opinion dies quicker than you'd like to admit because when the water pressure changes, and Wally's controlling the placement, you feel your head tip back against his broad chest. Your lashes flutter closed and faint moans leave your parted lips as your thighs tense and flex, although they're still kept in a long distance relationship.

"You look so pretty." Wally coos sweetly, cheeks flushed and his wet body feeling slightly cold at the breeze that creeps into the bathroom and he dips his head, pressing a soft kiss against your lips before asking you, so sweetly.

"How do you wanna come?"

That question has no business making your cunt drool, walls and nerve endings burning with that sickening desire to come as many times as you can and you swallow.

Sure, this feels great but nothing beats—

"Your tongue and fingers."

You sigh softly, bringing up one hand to curl in his wet hair, nails scratching at his scalp so affectionately.

"Nasty, greedy girl. Tongue and fingers?"

Wally teases you but he wastes no time in setting you on your feet, placing the showerhead back on its spot and kneeling in front of you.

The muscles in his thighs spread out, his core tensing and his cock twitching upwards at the water that pelts down onto the two of you. It's a comforting spray, warmer than before so Wally must've changed the temperature while you were trying to find your brain.

And he guides one of your thighs to rest over his shoulder, the heel of your foot bumping against his back and Wally presses a kiss against your inner thigh. And he places your hands on his head, before lowering his head.

He drags his flattened tongue over your cunt, tasting your slick and feeling you throb against his tongue and he groans softly. Your fingers tangle in his hair, head tipping back against the condensating tiles and you let out the softest sigh. Your tummy tenses when he swirls his tongue around your clit, just before he dips it into your cunt, only for a little bit.

He can taste himself just a bit, the taste of his precum has drastically improved since you've started seeing each other.

Maybe because instead of living off energy drinks and take out, Wally's seeing fruit on a daily basis, instead of treating it like a distant relative.

Two fingers plunge into your cunt at a speed that makes your belly dip inward and your hands fist his hair tighter, a low moan leaving your lips and Wally lets out a boyish giggle.

"Yeah. Does it feel good?" He coos softly, juniper gaze lifting to glance up at your face, seeing the way your brows scrunch in that adorable way, the way your lips part to let out whimpers and whines as his tongue rolls around your clit, suckling at the bud until you let out a pitched moan.

Wally hurls you at your oncoming orgasm with the strength and speed that a cat knocks a glass off the table. And you nearly scream, your knees giving out beneath you but Wally keeps you steady as you buck against his face, his tongue and fingers working in tandem to draw out your orgasm for as long as possible.

Because he loves watching the way you crumble against a damp, tiled wall. Hair clinging to your forehead, face ruddy and hot breaths mingling with the steam in the air and you look so fucking gorgeous when you look down at him through bleary eyes. Watching as his tongue cleans up the slick that paints your puffy pussy with glossiness, licking along your thighs before Wally rises, forearms braced on either side of your head before he smiles down at you, head cocked and he presses a kiss against your forehead.

"You good, pretty?"

You can barely nod your head as Wally's hands move to bracket your hips, thumbs brushing over the protruding bones as his head dips to press kisses along the curve of your neck. Before his hand shifts, to squeeze the fat of your ass, feeling the flesh in his calloused palms and he groans softly.

"Shit." He breathes out before swallowing. "Okay, we're gonna finish showering, then you're gonna order pizza while I get the room ready and then we're gonna... Fix this Valentine's Day, okay?"

This is the most instructions Wally's ever given you. Literally ever.

And you can't deny that it's kind of sexy.

˚˖𓍢ִִ໋❤️་༘🎀˚˖𓍢ִ🌹˚.

"Wally, I'm eat—" Your words are broken up in a gasp, cheese, sauce and doe tucked into either of your cheeks and you shift, letting out a slurred whine while Wally's hands pry your thighs apart.

"Don't be selfish." Wally hisses, his tongue curling against your overstimulated clit, sensitive bud peeking out from between your folds and he forces your legs apart, your plate resting on your belly, and Wally lays down on his stomach as he sucks your clit so sweetly, peeking up at you over the decorated porcelain rim of your plate. And you whine, completely unsure of which route to take.

You could keep eating.

Or Wally could keep eating.

"Just keep eating." Wally's nose bumps against your clit, his tongue tracing hearts over your cunt before he flicks it just right, and he rests his head against the flesh of your thigh.

And he doesn't even pretend that it's tedious.

Delightful hums leave his lips in the form of low, reverberating groans, his grip on your thighs borders on almost clingy as he paws at whatever flesh he can get to and his sock-covered feet kick. You don't even have the time to question why his socks has your pictures on it before he's tucking two fingers away in your gummy walls.

Gently curling them, sweetly coaxing you towards another orgasm that has your heels digging into his back, your eyes rolling back and your hand nearly dropping the cheesy slice. And you whimper.

"Wally... 's too much, too sensitive...—" You gasp with a whine, lashes fluttering and tears brimming at the corners of your mouth as his fast flicks and his eagerness make you see God.

Wally ignores you.

Blatantly.

Only lifting his head to scowl at you before ducking back down, his feet kicking and his hips occasionally grinding against the messy sheets, a perfect hill for him to rub against like an animal in heat.

Needy, whiny and so, so achingly hard.

He lets out a familiarly whiny groan, tears brimming on his lower lashline, green eyes becoming bleary as he sucks, nips, drags his tongue and circles. All in perfect movements and God, being a speed freak really had it's perks.

Including the fact that he had the uncanny ability to make you come whenever he wanted to.

A walking, talking vibrator.

Wally coaxes your third orgasm out of you, slick dribbling down his chin and his palm, before he lifts himself, carding his fingers through his hair and staring at you with a heated gaze.

His broad chest heaves, his carved abdomen tenses and flexes, and his hands rest on your thighs, warm palms easing the almost painful burn in your core, and your gaze lowers. Lowers all the way to below that gingery happy trail and you swallow.

"Wally, did you come?" You question softly, lips pursed as you try not to let out a snort of laughter as pearly beads continue to be pushed out with each twitch of his still-hard cock.

"I got really into it." He's not even embarassed, simply moving the messy sheets out of the way and guiding your thighs over his, and notching the flushed tip of his cock at your sopping, slick-soaked pussy.

And he pushes into you, hands grasping the sheets before he stops. Abruptly.

"I need to pull out." Wally announces and you wish you could say he was joking. But his expression doesn't say he's joking.

"Like, right now?"

"Literally right now. Please don't move. I'll lose so much aura, baby, please. Keep still."

Wally begs you, and like a normal woman, and a woman in love, you obviously start to clench and spasm around his leaky tip. And Wally whines.

"You're gonna make me come..." He whimpers, bringing his hand up to bracket your face, forcing you to look away from him.

Wally knows you'll never let it down if you see the way he looks. All red and flushed, weak and teary-eyed as he tries to keep his cool.

He doesn't get why now, of all times, his stamina's playing games with him but he does know one thing.

"Can I come inside?"

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Just Logan

The worst Logan part ii

Logan Howlett x Reader!Loganverse| smut | 10k words

Summary: You return from the void ready to navigate your new reality with the not-quite-love-of-your life. Second Part to worst Logan.

Warning: Mentions of drugs, Canon Typical Violence, gratuitous Laura paternal love. smut, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, assplay mentioned.

AN: Fair warning my loves - this hasn’t been proof read… unless you’re reading this after the 26th August! I’m currently posting this on my phone at an airport 💖 I love you all so much and can’t express how much your love for my stories has meant to me!

Achilles once said “I would recognize you in total darkness, were you mute and I deaf. I would recognize you in another lifetime entirely, in different bodies, different times. and I would love you in all of this, until the very last star in the sky burnt out into oblivion."

For seven excruciating years you’d been without him. 

Eventually, time had dulled the ache, made it so you forgot what it was to have another hold you through the night, to make you feel safe and loved. Love was like a drug; one you had unknowingly spent the past half a decade weaning yourself from.

Then he appeared; ‘The worst Logan’ as Wade had not-so-affectionately dubbed him, and in one fell swoop undid years of hard work. He came and reminded you just how fucking good drugs were - that motherfucker was class-A narcotics and he was addictive as hell.

By mid morning you were already desperate for another hit, your eyes searching for him around every corner.  Part of you was afraid you had gotten him all wrong, that perhaps you didn’t know this man as well as you thought you did. Though at the last second Logan had shown up, unfolding him from the boot of the Honda and joining the fray, every inch the hero he insisted he wasn’t. 

You and Laura sliced a path through your enemies, side by side, the two of you moved in perfect synchronisation. In the years since his death, she had taken Logan’s position in your formation, and now the two of you fought together as naturally as breathing. 

Logan couldn’t help but watch the two of you together for a moment, though after a knife to the ribs as reward for his lack of awareness, he shakes his head free from the indulgence of his ready-made-family and returns to the task at hand, carving his way through the enemy to get to Cassandra. 

 It had been a hard-won battle, though Laura had been extraordinary. You, yourself had been outmatched with the Juggernaut, only in a position to bend the light keeping yourself from sight as you inflicted shallow cuts with your blades along his arms and torso creating confusion and pain that allowed Laura to find her openings.

Your girl sliced through his Achilles bringing him to his knees before she ended his life with four claws through his chest. 

In your eyes, as she stared down Goliath her soft features melted into a renaissance painting. A woman in her own right, overflowing with untold power, those shades making her look every inch the badass motherfucker you knew she was.

You can’t help your untimely realisation that your daughter has grown into a formidable woman as you propel her through the air with bubbles of psionic energy to deliver the helmet to her not-quite-father and Wade.   

The brief moment of triumph as you overcome Cassandra’s men is followed in quick succession by the sobering loss of Logan for a second time, as he leaps through the golden shimmering portal.

It had been the plan all along, and yet you couldn’t quite account for the stone in your stomach weighing you down at the realisation he is gone yet again.

Laura’s deep brown eyes, all too often full of difficult emotions, are hidden behind the colourful sunglasses, though you can tell from the fall in her shoulders that your girl feels the same grief. She had held out childlike hope that the two of you would stay with him despite his earlier brush off and you are far too ashamed to admit you had been harbouring similar hopes.

To have gotten him back for a single day only to lose him again, for you it is painful. For her, it must be torment.

So, you put a pin in your pain for now. Loss is an old friend, one that will no doubt visit in the dead of night when sleep inevitably evades you, but Laura needs you.

Swallowing your grief deep down, you begin by tucking her wild dark hair back behind her ears and with the bone of your knuckle you wipe an errant splatter of blood from her brow.

Around you, your team bask in the defeat of Cassandra and her people, yet the two of you mourn losing yet another Logan.

“The time we had with him was a gift.” You whisper to her. The second you touch her palm with your finger tips; her claws instantaneously retract. You interlock your fingers with her own bloodied ones. 

For a moment the two of you stand together like this, coming to terms with the loss. It doesn’t destroy you the same way North Dakota had, but it has certainly taken the air from your lungs. 

“What now?” Laura asks, burying her emotions, more like Logan than you care to admit.  

“Now we find a way to get back home, Cassandra’s not hunting us anymore, maybe we can-“

“Miss Y/LN, Miss- “At the sound of an unfamiliar voice your head whips round and you are armed with a knife before you even make the decision and from the telltale ‘snikt’ behind you so is Laura.

 “Holster your weapons.” The agent shouts as the group of forgotten heroes turn their gaze on the TVA squad who have appeared from the orange glowing doorway. “You have been offered a pardon on order of the time variance authority - please come with us.”

 Laura steps forward, though you place a steady hand on her shoulder stopping her in her tracks. “The last time we trusted you people, we ended up in this dump.” You shout across the gulf that the agents have left between you. 

When has anything in life been this easy?

 “Mr Howlett and Mr Wilson saved the multiverse. All they have asked in return is for a second chance for the people who helped them do it.”

Whilst remaining utterly compelling it still feels far too good to be true. You look at your daughter; she pushes her sunglasses to the top of her head and nods once. She’s not a little girl anymore and she wants to go through the damn doorway.  With little in the way of options you decide with a deep sigh to be an optimist, which is how you end up in Wade Wilson’s apartment.

Five people (six if you include Dogpool) living in a two-bedroom apartment was …  to put it lightly, snug. Wade being the secret gentleman he was, offered up his room to you and Laura.

Nights he didn’t spend at Vanessa’s were spent sharing a bed with Al, much to her delight, which left Logan sleeping on the couch.

Logan: This Logan was nothing short of an enigma to you. 

The two of you had been friendly, smiling and laughing, sitting together at the party Wade had thrown to celebrate saving the universe.

It felt good, easy even to joke with him and Laura. You had felt like a real family as you sandwiched the young girl between the two of you, taking it in turns to make her laugh.

When she had abandoned the two of you to talk with Yukio and Ellie,  you had fallen into comfortable companionable silence. The simple fact of the matter was that you didn’t have much in the way of small talk, all of your talk was massive talk. A mountain you’d soon have to overcome, but neither of you wanted to break the spell.

So, you simply enjoyed each other’s company and when your knee knocked against his under the table, you didn’t bother pulling back. Instead, when he didn’t immediately recoil, you left it there pressed against the warm muscle. 

This casual touching was new to both of you and you were drunk on it, occasionally you’d brush his plaid covered bicep as you leaned across to stroke the monstrosity that was Mary Poppins or you’d brush your fingers against his with a smile when you handed him a fresh beer.  

It’s fair to say, you are both black belts at emotional avoidance. 

Her abandoned airbed, more electrical tape than plastic at this point, lies deflated in the corner of the bedroom, dual holes from slender claws having led to its untimely end.

With a sigh you rise, stretching your aching back. 

Wincing as it cracks from contorting on the edge of the double mattress- even in the goddamned void, you’d had more personal space than this.

Sparing a glance at the alarm clock on the bedside table, you see it’s 6:23am. In a vain hope you just listen to the sounds of the quiet apartment, no one else has awoken yet. You sigh with relief, desperate for some alone time, after living for a week with everyone underfoot. 

Closing the bedroom door behind you as silently as possible, you tiptoe with bare feet with the honest intention of going to the kitchen for some coffee.

Only you’re sidetracked by the man sprawled across the sofa looking like he was carved from goddamn marble.

The blanket is wrapped around his plentiful jean covered thighs as his bare size twelves extend comically over the arm of the sofa. Logan’s thick, veined and extremely bare arm hangs off of the leather cushion, whilst the other clutches a pillow under his head. Logan is wearing a white vest that leaves very little to the imagination, so much so you’re unable to help the flashback of stroking the abs you know linger below the almost transparent white cotton. You’re unsure how long you stand there, but it can’t be more than 30-seconds before his eyes wearily blink open, startling you.

“Paint a picture, it’ll last longer, Bub.” When he speaks, his voice is even thicker than usual with sleep, it’s like honey on gravel and it makes your skin tingle.

“Uh-” You’re lost for words after being caught ogling the sleeping man. All you can do is a quick apology as you carry on through to the kitchen.

When you’re safe from view, you slap palm to your forehead - Why? Why couldn’t you for once in your life just be smooth? 

The second you're out from under his searing gaze a million infinitely suaver responses flood your mind. ‘Don’t mind if I do.’ ‘Don’t tempt me.’ 

You’re nearly (Y/A+7 years) old, not the idiot girl that pined after the unattainable bad boy of the mansion. For the love of all that’s holy; two different versions of that man have been inside of you, and you ran away!

You’re pacing in front of the fridge when you hear his body slide against the leather of the couch. Honestly, you’re praying for the void to swallow you back up as you try to act casual, filling the coffee machine with water.

 “Mornin’.”

“Good Morning, Logan.” You reply though you can’t quite meet his eyes as you flick the switch for the drip to begin. 

“Back on the couch - Eh, I was just kiddin’ around, Bub.” He scratches his neck awkwardly.

“Oh. I, uh, I know.” You reply, finally meeting his eyes. Those hazel eyes stop you in your tracks as they scan your face for any trace of emotion. He’s as out of his depth as you are, and that thought alone calms you. “I’m sorry, If i’ve been strange the past few days… I thought…I just assumed I would never make it out of the void and I was there for months and uh-”

“Bub… y/n... I don’t hold you to what happened that night.”

“What?” You narrow your brows in confusion, you were only going to talk about the uncomfortable adjustment period to regular life.  

“You were vulnerable, I look like your guy. I get it.” His voice is still deep and he’s trying to be so understanding and noble, you can’t help as you reach out and grab his bare wrist, your forefinger can't even meet your thumb as you hold onto his thick warm flesh.

“Logan, no that’s not what I meant at all. I-” 

“-Mornin’ love birds! Don’t let me stop ya’ from takin’ care of that mornin’ wood, just getting some delicious nectar of the gods.” Wade comes from the bedroom wearing Al’s lilac dressing gown and what looks suspiciously like the older woman’s pyjamas, riding far too high up his shins to be his own for the much taller man. Wade leans against the counter next to you and the coffee machine, burying himself in the neck of the dressing gown and looking pointedly at your hand around Logan’s wrist and whispers. “Pretend I’m not even here.”

“God give me strength, Wade.”  Somewhere along the way, Logan’s rage with the mouth has dampened to the point there’s no real threat behind the warning.

As there’s probably about a few teaspoons of coffee in the machine, every fresh drop plinks against the glass jug only enhancing the newfound silence in the kitchen.

“Good Morning, Wade.” You sigh finally, rubbing your thumb against the hair covered flesh of Logan’s wrist in a promise as you try to use your eyes to communicate; we will discuss this. 

“Honestly, I’m not even here. Just go back to staring longingly at each other, talk amongst yourselves.”

“Fu-” Logan starts, his nose flaring at the man beside you, his finite patience already slipping.  

“Incoming.” Wade sings-song lowly, as he drops his head onto your shoulder.

“What are we all doing in the kitchen?” Laura asks through a yawn, her bed head innately ridiculous standing up on all sides - probably from a night spent tossing and turning, kneeing you in the spine. When Logan tears his wrist away from your hand it stings a little, but you understand, the last thing Laura needs in her life is more confusion.

“There’s a line for the coffee, kiddo.” Logan gives her a look that's somewhere between a smile and a grimace. The man’s sharp edges were slowly being worn away again and he was really trying with his daughter, though a tiny growl leaves the young woman at his words.

“She’s not a morning person.” Is the only answer you have for him when he looks your way both confused and quite frankly a little frightened as your daughter takes the first cup of coffee and returns to her room slamming the door behind her with her foot.  

“Teenagers, huh? Whatcha’ gonna’ do with them?” Wade sighs, still leaning his head on your shoulder having made no effort to stop the queue jumper.

Logan gives Wade a meaningful look and tilts his head towards the door, which the man currently invading your personal space bubble continues to ignore. 

There’s something about Wade you can’t find it in yourself to be annoyed by. 

Those years on the run with Charles, Logan and Caliban had been so hopeless, so void of laughter, that the man with the constant jokes puts you at ease, makes your heart feel lighter. Wade makes you smile which has been a rare commodity in recent years.

Perhaps it's the fact he makes the world feel a little lighter that makes you so willing to tolerate the overly familiar head on your shoulder. 

The two men are having a silent conversation, as you stare at the fridge awkwardly.

“I…uh… I think I’ll jump in the shower.” You detangle yourself from Wade and place a meaningful hand on Logan's arm. “Talk later?”

He looks to your hand, and then to your face and simply nods. 

Only, you don’t end up talking later, because after your shower, you return to your bedroom hell bent on getting dressed and heading out into the city for the day to get some distance before you start your new job tomorrow.

That’s when you find Laura twisting her hands and waiting for you. The second you close the door behind you, she stands.

“You alright, bug?” You ask, giving her the opening she so desperately needs. 

“I, um, have some news.” She can barely meet your eyes, a trait you’re sorry to say she’s picked up from you. 

“Yeah?” You prompt, taking her hand in yours.

“I want to join the X-Men.” Your mouth opens involuntarily to reply, but no words can find their way up your throat; you’re irrevocably thrown. 

In the years since the devastation Charles had wrought on the manor, you hadn’t been able to muster the strength to return to West Chester.

“I know, you might not be sold on the idea but I want to use my powers for good, I don’t want to get a normal job - not that the coffee shop isn’t great for you - but I’m-”

“It’s great, Laura.” Your voice sounds wrong even to your ears. “I’ll do my best to get used to being back in the Mansion-”

“No.” You can tell it slips out, she honestly doesn’t mean it to. “I … I, uh, want to join the X-Men, me. I want to go alone.”

“Oh.” You can’t help the deflated sound of your voice, you hadn’t foreseen your daughter breaking up with you when you woke up this morning.

“No, mamá,” She takes your hand in hers, desperate to fix it. “I love you and I can’t ever repay-”

“No, Laura.” You tell her. She looks terrified before you rush to finish. “You don’t ever have to repay me. You are fucking magnificent, so you go be an X-Man. I love you so much.” 

She wraps her arms around your middle, buries her face in your  shoulder and squeezes, she's just as tall as you are now at nineteen years old and fuck if it doesn’t break your goddamn heart.. “If you get yourself hurt with those do gooders, I’ll fucking kill you.”

After dressing and many more tearful hugs as the two of you talk logistics, it's decided she’d be heading over to the mansion in the morning. 

You start work and so does she.

Your heart drops when you hear she’s put off telling you for the past five days, ever since she’d had the offer from Ellie and Yukio at the party. 

Later that evening telling Logan goes, well, about as well as you might expect.

“No.” He growls furiously. “Absolutely, no fuckin’ way.”

“Logan-” You try.

“You agreed to this?” He’s blind to reason as he turns on you. Al and Wade both sit in the living room, having called an ‘urgent family meeting’. 

“I for one think it's a great idea! - not that we haven’t loved having-” One look from Logan does what you had up until this very moment thought impossible and shuts Wade up. 

“Logan, she’s an adult - she wants to join them. We should be supportive.”

“Supportive?!” He’s incredulous as he laughs harshly, voice utterly brimming with condescension when he continues. “You forgettin’ what happened there, huh, bub? You and I are the fuckin’ sole survivors - Last of the class! How's your Storm doing? Your Hank? Your Scott? Oh wait, their all fuckin’ dead!”

Your Logan never spoke to you this way. Never directed that fire within him at you, it's unfair, the comparison, you know this but your brain is misfiring with shock. 

Had your Logan ever truly cared about anything this much when you’d been together in those dark days? Had all the fight truly left him back then? Had the two of you just ended up together out of mere convenience?

When you don’t reply, he just stares your way, his nose flared still utterly furious, at you, your betrayal, at Laura, at this situation he’s not emotionally equipped to deal with. This Logan’s shoulders are squared like he’s preparing to go a few rounds with you and not in a sexy way. 

It's not a situation you’re entirely sure you’ve been in before; you’ve never been his enemy.  So you’re not sure how to approach this cornered animal, ready to swipe out at you in his fear. 

“If I didn’t go to that school, I never would’ve met any of you. I would be back in Y/H/T (your hometown) and I’d be lesser for it.” 

It utterly disarms him, he’d clearly been prepared for harsh words to combat his own.

Pacing like a tiger locked in a cage, he finally sighs rubbing his forehead irritability. Logan turns, grabbing his leather jacket making the doorframe shake as he slams it after himself. 

“I think he’s secretly happy for you, Laura.” Wade’s voice is light and full of sarcasm.

“That went just about as well as to be expected.” Al huffs from her position at her side as she takes Laura’s hand in her own. “I’m sorry, Sweetie. He’ll come round to the idea.”

“Yes, he fucking will.” Seeing your daughter's face crumble as he storms off like a child is apparently your breaking point.

You follow after him, though as you’re a grown adult in charge of her emotions you simply allow the door to close behind you.

“Haha! - She’s gonna beat the shit outta’ him! Its gonna’ be like 454 when she-” You hear Wade cackle as you take off.

It doesn’t take long to find him, you know the man better than you know yourself, though it does certainly help that he’s predictable as shit.

The closest bar to the apartment is where he’s pulled up a stool, his nose flares the second he smells you.

“I mean it this time, I’m not looking for damn company.”

You ignore him, just as you did the time before. 

“Two Corona’s please.”

“I don’t drink that shit.” he huffs. “Corona and a Blue Ribbon.”

It shouldn’t hit you the way it does. 

Just like before, this miniscule insignificant difference, it utterly devastates you.  

A simple fact; his favourite beer. The drink he ordered at every bar he entered without fail - is suddenly, without warning, repulsive to him. 

It just serves to remind you that the man slouched on the bar stool beside you is a complete stranger wearing the face of your dead lover.

Perhaps your Logan drank it simply because he didn’t want to hurt your feelings? 

Had he hated it all along? 

Did he only drink it because you did? 

Maybe the beer is a pertinent metaphor for your entire life.

He only drank the beer because it was there, just like he only fell for you because there was no one better around. 

Your mind is moving a mile a minute, you’re only bought out of your spiral by a bottle being placed down in front of you.

Shaking your head, you will yourself to calm down. After a few centering breaths, Logan is looking your way. 

“Thought you were comin’ to give me a talkin’ to.”

It's funny, in a way, your spiral actually has calmed you, reminded you that this isn’t your Logan. 

He’s a different man with his own set of wounds, trying to navigate this awful situation just like you are. 

“I was going to. You were a dick to her back there.” You sigh, taking a sip of your beer. “Then I remembered everything… everything you’ve lost and I thought maybe I could just cut you some slack this time.”

“That's generous.” He shakes his head, sipping his own beer. “This whole things a fuckin’ mess.”

You can’t help but agree with a nod. 

The two of you sit in silence, which would appear to be the norm these days, you have so much to say to one another, yet you can’t seem to find the words. 

Speaking to him, finding out more of the things that are different about him, terrifies you.

Little do you know, Logan is fighting a similar battle.

He hates the weight of your gaze, how it seems to hold the expectation of the great man you’d lost with every glance, it's a constant reminder how short he falls of the anchor being this world lost. 

“Where am I in your world?” You ask the question you’ve had on your mind since meeting him. He knows almost everything about you, and yet you know so little.

“Dead.” He sighs rubbing at his eyes. “With the rest of them.”

“Did we ever?” He looks your way sharply at this question, then gives a harsh shake of his head. 

It hurts a little to know you were always in the background for him - it's difficult to think of a world where you always loved him from afar, never getting to feel his skin on yours. 

“I mean - you’d have had to pay attention to someone other than her for that to happen, I guess.”

“How the fuck’-” He growls voice filled with a new emotion, one you’re not quite familiar with. Bemusement? Disbelief?  “-has this turned into me being the bad guy for not noticing you?” 

“Eh - you were a real asshole upstairs.” Smirking, you take another sip of your drink. “Question for a question? - Take it in turns?”

“I don’t wanna’ know anythin’ about your world.” He snaps, turning his head back, though you can see him watching you in the mirror beside the booze. 

It's like a countdown, you watch him battle his volatile emotions. 

5, 4, 3 , 2, 1.

“Fine.” He grunts into his beer bottle. “How’d they die?”

That throws you, you’d expected how’d we meet? What happened to Charles? Instead he hits you with that straight out the gate.

“Uh - Charles had started showing signs of a degenerative brain disease. I mean,  he was old, prone to seizures. We were desperate to find a way to control them. We were blind… to the reality of the situation.” You take a sip, resting your forehead on your hand as your eyes ache and threaten to water, this was the first time you’d ever discussed this out loud.. “Then, he had a fucking grand mal … it … it wiped out everyone within a 100,000 foot radius.” 

Unable to help it, you pick at the skin around your thumb. “It was… devastating. He killed them all. All the kids in their classrooms, our friends and family. Not even Jean could stop him.”

“He… he killed Jean?”

You're a little ashamed of the flare of jealousy at his devastation about the woman you’d always come second to. But you push that deep down, it's not the time nor place.

“How’d you survive?” He questions. 

“I was away. I’d heard of a neurosurgeon in Germany, he was developing… Well, it doesn’t matter now. But I was away, whilst everyone I cared about died.” 

You’d never had a need to speak of it, Logan had lived it alongside you - there was something cathartic about saying it all out loud. You wipe at your cheek as you gulp down the last of your drink, a heavy stone weighing your stomach now. 

“Your turn.” Logan’s voice is deep in thought as gestures to the bartender for another. He’s extending an olive branch, a kindness in the face of your vulnerability. 

You think about it for a moment, what you’d like to know. 

“We were friends at least?”

“Oh yeah, we were the best of friends, Bub. You were… uh … a lil’ younger back there, never really looked at you that way.” He scratches at his bearded chin, he’s avoiding looking your way again, uncomfortable sharing these parts of himself. “You… uh… you were gonna have pups with Pete.”

“With Maximoff?!” You squeak disbelieving, whilst taking a sip of your beer prompting a coughing fit to end them all, as you gasp for air. 

Logan sighs, slamming his open palm between your shoulder blades. He rubs the spot he just hit in a circle pattern, reminding you somewhat of the last time he drew circles.

“I had a baby with Peter?” You push your hair back from your face. “...That's why he used to stare at me … y’know there was one time…” 

You smile fondly recounting a time you caught him staring creepily across your classroom before you remember that sweet silver haired kid in your memories is dead. The smile drops from your face in an instant; you didn’t have children with him because he’s six feet under. 

“No. You were pregnant when….” He grunts, his voice has a raw edge to it. For two people constantly at odds, your souls were in the same state of flux, continually aching for vastly different reasons, yet at the root, the same cause. 

The two of you sit in silence for a moment or two, you’re processing the fact that you almost had kids with Quicksilver and he’s no doubt regretting ever playing this game.

The game. 

“It's your turn.”

“This is why she shouldn’t join them, everyone we know is dead.” Logan has had enough of the game as he sighs, rubbing at his eyes. “Being a goddamn hero gets you killed.”

“Logan.” You touch the back of the hand currently gripping the beer bottle neck like it owes him money. “She’s strong, stronger than me. Laura is you in every way that counts. She’s ridiculously stubborn, headstrong - even when she’s wrong - and she has a kind heart. She wants to use those gifts you’ve given her for good. How can you stand in the way of that?” 

Logan’s hand flips over, his warm callused fingers coming to link around your own. 

“The kind heart is all you, bub.” 

The beers have loosened your tongue, made your anxieties seem a little further away.

“I don’t know. You have your moments.” His fingers dance along your palm, stroking the broken planes.

The two of you enjoy this easy intimacy you’d been forming over the past few days. 

“How’d we get together?” Those instruments of death you’ve seen take countless lives, glide over the soft skin of your wrist. Your eyes, usually so afraid to meet his, can’t leave their hazel captivity as you process his blunt question

“Oh, uh…” Tucking your hair behind your ear with your free hand, your eyes dart to his fingers still drifting across your flesh.

“Don’t get shy on me now, bub.” He smirks, though his heart’s not in it. 

That asshole. 

Taking a deep gulp of your third beer, you rely on the liquid courage, before raising your eyes back to his.

“One night. It was a few days after everything, we had finally got a sedative for Charles. We had a moment to take stock of everything we’d lost. You … uh … he came to me and … he cried. The first time I’d seen it.” His hand pulls back, but you can’t help it, you refuse to release your hold. You don’t want to lose this connection. Your thumb dips, rubbing at his knuckle, at the joint where his claws always caused the bone to ache. “I held him and he kissed me, it was messy. It was desperate but I think we both needed to feel something that wasn’t grief.” 

“And I thought I was special… ” His voice holds sarcasm though you can tell the sentiment behind it is anything but humorous.

“You are special to me.”

“Yeah.” His voice is dismissive, like he doesn’t believe what you’re saying.

“You are.”

“I look like the guy who’s special to you, darlin’. I’m not him, as much as you may wish I am. Hell I wish I was.” He has snatched his hand away as he slams cash down on the bar.

Logan has started the short walk back to the apartment, cutting through the alley.

He’s hurt, burying it deep beneath the rage. His anger is an old friend. One he’s comfortable confronting.

“I’m done with your stupid games. I’m done with it all. Haven’t you got the memo? I’m the worst Logan.”

“I’m so fucking sick of that! You’re so goddamn cruel to yourself.” You cry out at his leather covered shoulders, that in itself seems to stop him in his tracks. The Y/N from his world was a mousy wallflower through and through, nothing he’d seen from this world led him to believe you were any different and yet his ears weren’t deceiving him. “I loved my Logan - I fucking adored him. Yes, sometimes it's hard to separate the two of you, but I care for you.”

He stands motionless in the alley as you bare your soul. 

“I’ve known you for a week. I can’t love you the same because you’re not the same person, not entirely, but my soul knows yours. You’re Logan.” You’ve closed the distance but he still wont turn around and perhaps that's what makes it easier to say the things you’ve been desperate to say for days. “I look in your eyes and I feel safe, when you touch me everything feels like it's going to be okay. You’re not the worst, you’re not the best. You’re Logan; you’re just Logan.”

Logan is on you instantly, silencing your words with a scorching kiss. It's the kind you see in movies, desperate, filled to the brim with passion, usually taking place in the rain.

His hands find your lower back, pulling you to him as your wrap your arms around his neck, making sure he can’t escape from your grasp, as he growls and pushes you against the brick wall. 

Your nose aches from the pressure of his cheek pressed against it as he devours your mouth with his own. He is claiming your mouth with a week of pent up emotions. He grips your thigh, hiking your leg up around his waist, pressing the hardened bulge of his jeans against your core. 

“Mom? … Logan?” 

There in the street light Laura is illuminated. Her face gives nothing away, she may as well be wearing those sunglasses for all you can garner from her expression. 

“Hey Love! - I.. We…uh-” Logan slowly releases your thigh, slyly adjusting his jeans in an attempt to hide his erection. You do your best to stand in front of the -ahem- sizeable bulge. 

“How's it going?” You ask with a faux air of casualness as you place your hands on your hips, though your voice has a weird edge.

“Pretty good. How’s it going for you?” Her own voice has a coy little smile to it, which puts you at ease just a little. 

“Great, I’m great. Logan? You great?”

“Great.” He grunts behind you. 

“Great! - Everyone’s … great.” 

The three of you stand in silence for a second or two, processing what's just happened or perhaps trying to decide if great is still a real word.

“You’re so weird.” Laura snorts. “For the record I’m happy that you both pulled your heads out of your asses.”

“Baby-”

“Kid-” You and Logan speak in sync. Your eyes lock as you both try and decide how the other was going to finish that sentence.

“Laura - me and your Mom… uh… things are complicated… and we don’t want to drag you into this.” Logan, the man of very few words, has managed to find them. You’re stunned into silence as he takes control of a conversation… about feelings… with his daughter.

This is not any Logan that you know.

Laura looks to you, waiting for your seal of approval on the message.  

“I know how confusing things are already, Bug.” You close the distance between the two of you, linking your fingers with hers.  “Me and your dad, we’re working through some things.”

You notice Logan’s shoulders setting straighter at his new title, like a welcome weight has been placed upon them. She nods at your words, smiling devilishly.

“It was just a matter of time, Mama. He has a staring problem.”

“No, I fuckin’ don’t.” He growls from behind you both. Your heart feels lighter than it has in a decade as the two of you cackle at his defensive response.

He digs his hands into his pockets glaring your way, though it has no heat whatsoever behind it, in fact he looks like he’s fighting a smile.

With your hand still firmly in Laura’s you pull her back towards the apartment, linking your arm through Logan’s warm, thick leather clad one. He doesn’t take your hand, but he also doesn’t pull away as the three of you walk back to the house. 

“Can we get pizza? - For emotional trauma?” She questions.

“Baby, I’ll buy you all the pizza in New York.” You reply rolling your eyes.

“Not with fuckin’ pineapple on.” Logan groans.

“Pineapple on pizza is objectively delicious!” Laura defends from her place on your otherside, she pulls on your hand still hanging between the two of you. “Back me up.”

“I will always have your back … but…. pineapple on pizza is in fact a crime against humanity.” 

Logan lets out a guffaw of victory, as Laura snarls his way. You take a mental picture, the warmth in your chest, bracketed in by your two favourite people in the world. Life is good.

Laura leaves the next morning. 

It is a difficult pill to swallow, after seven years by her side. You can’t quite make the leap to take her to the mansion, it's something she understands. So when you embrace her at the doorway after Ellie reassures you for the 30th time she’ll look out for her, you find it hard to let go.

There hasn’t been a day you’ve been without her since you first met the scrawny 12-year old in Mexico. Laura is an extension of you, like your heart is on the outside of your body and you’re not ready for your heart to go to West Chester without you being there to protect it. 

At that moment you understand why she needs this independence, she’s 19 years old. She needs her own life, to experience everything it has to offer but that doesn’t make letting go any easier.

“You call if you need anything, anything at all.” You tell her as you push her hair behind her ears. “Don’t stay up too late but also don’t go to bed too early to make friends but make sure you get plenty of sleep.”

“I will get the perfect amount of sleep, don’t worry.” She grabs your wrists, removing your hands from her hair.

“Okay, okay. Sorry.” You sigh, your anxiety is eating away at your stomach. She’s not the vulnerable child being hunted anymore, you try to remind yourself. “If you need me-”

“-If you need us. We’ll be there.” Logan cuts you off, interjecting his own amendment. 

In a show of affection you’re not quite expecting, he hugs the girl. It's somewhat awkward and clumsy, the two have known each other for a week, but when they pull back, you can see the gesture was all that really mattered.

He hands her her backpack, which she throws one strap over her shoulder. The two smile at each other in their silent language, both such quiet souls. 

When she turns back to you, you ask. “We can walk you down?”

“Stay here? It’s easier this way.” She looks so small as she pleads with you.

Taking mercy on her, you nod. 

“Okay.” Waving you watch her turn for the door. You don’t expect however when she turns back and barrels into your chest for a final time, burying her face in your neck.

“I love you, Mama.” She whispers, you can’t help it as your eyes water. You wrap your arms around her, squeezing her tightly to your chest. 

“I love you. You are my world.” You know she needs you to let her go for her to be able to walk through that door. So with a deep inhale of her hair for the road, you pull back gathering your strength. You pull her other strap onto her shoulder and push her hair back from her face. You wipe her tears from her cheeks and give her the biggest smile you can muster, despite your teary eyes and broken voice. “Give them hell, baby.”

Laura nods, giving her own matching teary smile. Her back straightens and her shoulders square as she follows Yukio and Ellie down the hall. The duo waving at you as they descend down the stairs.

You’re so busy watching your world disappear down the hall you barely feel the heavy warm hand wrap around your shoulder in comfort. You melt into Logan’s side as your heart shatters.

You wait for him to leave in a hurry, only he does the last thing you expect of the Wolverine. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you to his chest. You close your eyes as the tears begin to fall against your will. 

Logan strokes your back. He doesn’t offer any words of comfort, but he doesn’t need to, his presence alone is enough.

His trimmed beard, bristles against your hair as he places a kiss on the top of your head, burying his nose in your hair as he holds you. 

It's hard to say how long the two of you stand there like that. Only when your body stops shaking do you finally look up through tear streamed eyes.  Logan looks down at you, his face is lined with concern. 

“You good?”

“I will be.” Your voice is broken from crying. “I-”

“I know, Bub.” He smiles your way, one you’ve not seen, perhaps ever.

It's soft, sympathetic but filled with adoration. He pushes the strand of hair, now sodden with tears, back behind your ear. His finger lingers on the curve of the bone for a moment or two before he pulls back. 

“Bar?”

“Bar.”

Things change when Laura leaves. Not massively, and not entirely for the worst.

You and Logan had started sharing the bed, not like that (unfortunately), but sleeping next to one another. It was comfier than the sofa and his body curled around yours made you sleep a hell of a lot more soundly. Suddenly years of insomnia were cured by his muscled warmth curled around you like a safety blanket.

He never made a move to further it, even if you had once or twice tried to entice him by grinding your backside against his morning wood. The man was nothing if not resilient as he rolled away, grunting.

The two of you had been getting to know one another, you had resolved to treat him like a whole new man. This revelation meant that their differences weren’t such a blow anymore, you didn’t actively compare the two of them as much.

You had created a clear picket line in your head and it seemed to be working. They were two different versions of the same man, each with their own merits and disadvantages. 

They weren’t to be compared.

The two of you had started a ritual of movie nights, evenings where you’d sit a little too close on the couch and pretend it wasn’t happening. He’d share a blanket he knew he didn’t need just to get close to you. It was a little uncomfortable when Wade asked to come under the blanket but you enjoyed the time spent with the clown,  

In fact, your favourite night had been when you, Wade and Al had all sat down to watch the Notebook - the movie Logan point blank refused watch.

Yes, the movie he objected to so strongly, then proceeded to watch from behind the couch, standing awkwardly on the threshold of the lounge. Where he lingered for the first half an hour pretending to have no interest in it. 

When the end credits came around he was back under the blanket with you and Wade, utterly refusing to admit that he’d cried. 

That argument with Wade had gotten heated and he’d put three little tears in your blanket, but it was one of your fondest memories in this apartment. 

It had been three weeks now. Only two of them had been spent hunting for a room that you could afford on a barista’s salary, which was the only job you were qualified for after dropping off the planet for the past ten years.

Colossus had offered you your old teaching position though you didn’t want to cramp Laura’s style and you didn’t think you could face stepping foot back in that mansion, too many of your ghosts lingered there. The same could be said for Logan, though he had found much better paying work at St Margarets.

He and Wade did odd jobs, merc work to pay the rent. They killed bad guys and got paid for it, and boy they got paid a hell of a lot more than you.

The coffee shop below Wade’s apartment, or waking hell, as you’d come to know it was your slice of a regular life; trying to push your circle peg into a triangle hole.

Its a 24-hour coffee shop, cause who doesn’t need caffeine at 3am? Tch. New York. You’re leaning on the counter a million miles away, contemplating if the graveyard shifts are worth the illusion of paying your way when Logan makes up most of your share of the rent anyway.

Your singular customer is a young guy typing away on his laptop, desperately trying to finish what looks like a college essay. He’s eleven espressos in and has been here since before your shift started at 5pm. You haven’t been told if you can cut someone off, but surely that much caffeine must count as overserving. 

The bell above the door tingles loudly, the warm lights illuminate his red mask. 

Wade.

“Hey angel baby!” He comes to the counter, pretending to read the board as if he hasn’t been here a million times before.

“Hi Wade.” You smile tiredly at the man. “What’cha want? It's on the house!”

“Ooooh, gimme’ a Caramel Macchiato but hit me with like 6 shots espresso, extra caramel and don’t skimp on the whipped cream - I like to call this the don't stop til dawn.”

“Your insides must be a mess.” You shake your head and get to making his drink. 

“How’s the soul crushing service industry treating ya?” He asks, leaning one hand on the counter.

“It’s okay. A little boring, but not so bad, nobody's shooting at me.” You motion downwards with your eyes to the fresh bullet holes in his red suit.

“Ha! Yeahhh. But it's good old fashioned fun, beating guys to a pulp, saving kids from trees, taking candy from cats.” You roll your eyes at the man. “But they say, if you love your job you never work a day in your life! And boy, I love my job.”

You're steaming the milk when he speaks up again, shouting loudly over the machine. “You should come and work with me and Logi Bear. He’s 10% less of an old grumpy fuck when you’re around.”

He’s still shouting when the machine quietens, making your cringe a little as the kid looks your way. This isn’t the first time Wade’s broached the subject with you.

“I get you wanna move out, we love having you, but I get that Al’s old lady smell can get sorta’ overwhelming after a while.”

“Wade.” You sigh, admonishing his jokes about the lady who you’ve grown to care for in the past month. “If you didn’t live in a two bed, I’d love to stay, but it's just too small and I want you to have your bedroom back. I hate feeling like a burden.”

You secure the lid to his drink when its finally complete. “One heart attack in a cup.” 

“My favourite.” His mask contorts around the eyes showing his smile. “Oh Wolvie’s upstairs in bad shape. Something took a fuckin’ chunk outta him.”

“What the fuck Wade?! Why didn’t you lead with that?” You’re pulling off your apron and halfway around the counter before you remember your shift isn’t over for another hour.  

“Cause’ then you wouldn’t have made my fast juice.”

Ah fuck it.

“Don’t steal the cash register.” You warn the kid looking your way. “He’ll hunt you down and beat the crap out of you.”

Wade waves at the kid behind you, he has his macchiato in one hand and baby knife in his other for special effect. The kid gives a look of ‘Jeez’ before returning to his work.

“You coming?” You ask when your almost half way through the door.

“Nah - saving innocents makes me hungy. Fork hands has his healing factor. He'll be fine.” Wade replies dismissively.

Huffing you turn on your heel and practically run to the apartment. 

A chunk out of him? 

Logan's healing factor was significantly better without the adamantium poisoning but surely he could die. In an instant you’re back in North Dakota, holding his hand as he fades away. 

Your breath is heavy as you take the steps two at a time. 

Not again. 

The door is thrown open and instead of chaos you find the lights dimmed, candles all over the apartment and there Logan stands in a new plaid buttondown and his finest wranglers. He’s holding a bouquet of sunflowers in those veined hands you love so much. It's like something out of a Danielle Steel novel and you utterly melt.

The panic that had clutched your heart recedes. Your anxiety releases its grip on you. 

“You’re not hurt?” 

“No, bub. I’m fine. Sorry for the clown. He offered to help and I…”

You shake your head and smile at him, hesitantly you take a step forward. When you’re close enough he hands them your way. “I have it on good authority, they’re your favourites.”

“They are.”

“I wanna give you what you deserve, sweetheart.” He starts, it's like he’s rehearsed it in his head. Little do you know it's all his thought about for the past three weeks. “You deserve more than a romp in the woods, or an alley.” 

He seems to cringe at this before continuing.

“I’m not like the other guy. He was a goddamn anchor being, hero through and through from what I hear about him. I’m angry, I kill people and I drink too goddamn much, but when you look at me, I feel like I could be him.” For the first time, it is him that takes your hand in his much larger one. “Do you know how jealous of that asshole I am, Bub? That he got you first? That he got to have your uncomplicated love. If you’d been older in my timeline, I would've’ met you first, I wouldn’t have looked twice at another and I’d have fallen for you the second you looked up at me from beneath those eyelashes, how could I not when everything about you is so easy to love?” 

You’ve always been a crier, and this is no different. The man is stamping down every single one of your insecurities, reassuring you as you go. Making you feel more loved then you’ve ever felt before.

“I adore you. From your crappy cooking-”

“-Hey.”

“Your porny books you think I don’t see, to the way you cry at movies, how much you love our daughter. I fuckin’ love you Y/N. Its messy and complicated, I’m not sure if you could-”

In a total role reversal it is you who cuts him off, grabbing his face in your palms and dragging his face down to yours. Your mouths join for the first time in weeks, it is hot and full of desire and love. It's like the two of you are releasing all of your tension into this kiss, finally the air has been cleared and it's rejuvenating. 

You press your forehead to his, gasping for breath as his kisses steal the air from your lungs.

“Lo, I guarantee every version of me loves you, even if you were too blind to see it in your world.” 

“You were a married woman in my world, bub.”

You gasp theatrically. “Adulturerer.”

“You’ve spent too much time with that fuckin’ idiot.” He kisses your lips, though you don’t let it turn into anything deeper, as you pull back rubbing your nose against his. 

“Fornicator.” 

“tch… stop.” He groans, grabbing your ass pulling you into his bulge, you bite his lip with a giggle. “Why do you have these lined up?”

He never gets his answer as he picks you up, wrapping your legs around his back and carries you through to the bedroom. You pull away from his mouth, looking over to the set dinner table.

“The food… you went to all that effort!” He is kissing your neck, nipping and lathering the bites with his tongue. 

“Can’t cook for shit, darlin’. It’s take out, we can heat it up. I’m hungry for your fuckin’ sweet cunt right now. “

Your lower stomach clenches at his positively filthy words, you join your lips back to his. His teeth nip at your lip as he plunges his tongue into your mouth, running the tip along your teeth. 

Before there had been need, but now, you’re both desperate. You’ve had a mere taste of what the other has to offer and now you’ve starved yourself for months. 

“Not gonna’ last long on the first, darlin’.” He groans into your mouth as your hand works its way into his pants. He is eager as he throws you back onto the bed and is already working at peeling your black jeans down your legs. “Those fuckin’ shorts you sleep in, fuck. I’ve been dreamin’ about buryin’ myself in ya’ for weeks.”

“Please, Lo.” You’re not sure what you’re already begging for but you are desperate. You’re left in your uniform tee and panties, as he slowly unbuttons his button down, slowly revealing the white undershirt beneath. You’ve never found collarbones particularly attractive, but the tanned skin stretched across his is quite frankly delectable. 

You pull your shirt over your head, all too eager to be rid of the reminder of the job you should by all rights be at right now. Your bra is quick to follow.

“Those gorgeous tits, been thinking of these every fucking night.” You groan at his admission. He himself is shirtless, you have half a mind to return the same complement as your hands brush against his perfectly sculpted pecs. 

This man was the perfect specimen, it was unfair, t shirts should be outlawed for him. He grabs the waistband of your panties. 

‘Snikt’ and a rip sound and you are utterly bare before him, laying across Wade’s bed. 

Those gorgeous strong hands trace the planes of your body, circling your nipples before his mouth takes their place. 

He groans as his hands descend to your core. “All this for me? I’m gonna’ fuckin’ slide in, Baby.” 

And he does, two fingers push through your tight slick opening, three weeks of foreplay have left you soaking wet and wanting. How can you live with a man who looks the way he does, who consistently works out in the living room shirtless and not have the ocean in your panties. 

It seems Logan has had all he can take as he slides a third finger in, pumping it in and out of you, rubbing at your clit with his thumb. Gasping you grab at your sheets desperate to anchor yourself. 

He kisses up your breast, lavishing your chest in kisses and bites. Never enough to leave a mark but just enough to excite you. 

When he’s at your neck he leans in, whispering into your ear. “I’m gonna fuckin’ ruin that pussy.”

You can’t help it, maybe you’re a whore for this man, but you don’t fucking care. Your legs part even further on the bed.

“Please, Logan. I need you to fuck me.”

He grins savagely, pushing his already undone belt and jeans down his hips. He’s back up and claiming your mouth, your legs wrapped around his ass, pulling you down to him before he knows it. 

One hand is bearing his weight as the other disappears, he lines himself up at your entrance, the head of his cock breaching your folds. He’s thick, thicker than you remember, but there isn’t any discomfort this time. He settles for a moment, his forehead against yours. His mouth dips to join your lips, his tongue lashing out and fucking your mouth as his hips leap forward spearing you on his cock. The bed creaks with the power of his hips as he fucks you hard into the matress. 

Skin slapping on skin is all that can be heard as he readjusts onto his knees, he’s desperate to be as deep as possible and you need the same thing. 

“Lo-”

“I know, darlin’.” He grabs your waist, lifting you as if you weigh nothing at all and flips you over. Suddenly you’re astride him, your knees either side of his hips as his head rests in the pillows. 

His eyes are distracted by your tits as he smirks, happy with the view. 

You ache for him, so you reach down, lining his thick purple headed member with your core before you sink down in one stroke, his extended groan absolutely wrecks you as his big hands come to rest on the meat of your hips. 

You rest your hands on his amply hair covered chest, using his pecs as leverage before you raise your hips before slamming back down and bottoming him out. 

He’s so deep inside you, the tip of him must be brushing your goddamn cervix as you raise yourself once more, until he almost slips out before meeting his hips once more. 

Logan’s strength never fails to surprise you as his hands follow your lead yet help lift you through the manoeuvre. 

You’re bouncing on his cock, quick rise and fall sporadically grinding your clit deliciously into his pelvis. 

Logan feels fucking amazing inside of you, maybe its been the buildup of weeks but you find yourself heading towards the dive faster than ever before. 

“Ride my cock,sweetheart. That’s it, make yourself feel good.”

Gasping at his words and the change of position as he sits up, wrapping his arms around you and claiming your mouth. The second you find the angle that feels amazing against your clit, you hit it again and again, grinding hard against him.

“Lo - I’m gonna … I’m gonna -” You crash before you can get the words out, your toes curl by his knees and your whole body seizes in ecstasy. The world feels right as the stars appear behind your eyes.

The world stopped for you for a moment but not for Logan. He has bought his knees up and is pistoning his hips into your contorting body. He’s holding you against him, groaning into your neck as he continues to fuck your clenching pussy relentlessly.

“Oh fuck … your so fucking tight. Fucking perfect cunt- made - for - me.” He growls into your neck, but you’re too cock drunk to hear it properly, as he frantically thrusts his powerful hips up and into you. 

“Where? ” He pulls back, never slowing his hips as he grabs your cheeks with one hand. Your sweat laden face, vacant and looking back at him, your cunt hasn’t stopped clenching around him as he plunders your depths, his voice is strained as he asks again  “Darlin’...you gotta … tell me … where?”

“...inside, Lo. Please come inside me…” Your so overstimulated, you could cry.  The sound of his balls slapping against skin as he thrusts upwards deep inside of you, whilst he pulls your body down. He’s so fucking deep inside of you, your pussy squelching from a mixture of precum and your arousal.

With another string of lewd words he’s coming hard, Logan’s head has fallen back against the headboard exposing the thick chords of muscle, you can't help sinking your teeth into it, you dip your hand and rub at your clit clumsily, you’re so fucking overstimulated from watching him you follow him over the precipice once more, giving him an insanely tight sheath to come in. 

“That’s it, take it all, sweetheart” He groans as he continues to slowly pump his seed deep within you

Gasping you fall slack in his arms, your bones are jelly and your muscles ache, you really are a pillow princess. 

“Still with me?” You manage to nod your clammy forehead against his pec, you currently have your cheek squished against. He chuckles, as he lies back against the pillows, leaving his cock still inside of you, you can feel him leaking out of you as he softens a little, recovering for what you imagine will be another enthusiastic round if history is a teacher. 

You are utterly fucked out as you lie on his chest, listening to his breath with his cum slowly leaking from your abused hole. 

The two of you have never needed words, you lie against his chest, the hands you adore so much, come out to stroke your hair.

Rubbing soothingly at your scalp before running his calloused fingers through the locks and repeating. 

When you’ve finally gathered enough strength you lean on your hands, looking up at him.

“Welcome back, bub.”

“Hello.” You smile shyly, like you hadn’t just sunk your canines into his neck whilst wantonly riding his cock to oblivion. 

“You okay?” He asks, his hand rising to stroke your swollen bottom lip.

“Someone fucked me brain dead - but yeah, I’m good.” You smirk, nipping at his thumb.

He grins wolfishly and chuckles with his whole body, the movement causes his cock to move inside of you. Slowly you feel him hardening once more.

“You can still talk, Darlin’. Means I haven’t done my job properly.” The predatory gaze in his eyes excites and scares you in equal parts. Though you’re probably asking for trouble when you take his thumb back in your mouth. 

It's light outside when you finally have to tap out. 

Your pussy is aching, your ass is stinging from the new sensation, your jaw throbs and your entire body is boneless. 

You can’t quite catch your breath and your cunt is leaking so much cum, that you’re probably 10% Logan at this point. 

The Wolverine has utterly devoured you, making up for three weeks of torment in one night. Though he’s not all bad as he feeds you noodles from chopsticks as you lay on his muscled hair laden thighs. 

When Logan had suggested food, you’d had to stop him from eating Wontons from your belly button as none of your holes were currently operational. 

The two of you have dressed, though that is a strong use of the word as you’re wearing only his button down and him only his underwear. 

You’re lazing on the couch watching reruns of Friends as your bed sorely needs fresh sheets and a new base. Poor Wade, you’d have to replace it before you move out. Like he could read your mind, Logan begins. 

“I found a new place, its nothing fancy but its got four walls and no roommates.” You smile at him around your mouthful of noodles as he takes his own bite.

Sitting up you smile. “That’s great news, Lo.”

“I uh- wanted to see, if you’d wanna come with me.”

You can’t help your grin. 

fin.

I am currently posting this at the airport before my flight. I love you all! 💖

[theonottsbxtch]

hey! please could you write a 🔥 charles leclerc

7 MINUTES | CL16

an: this celeb really has me writing for people i've never written for but here you go! rushed and not proof read lol i wanna go to bed

summary: 7 minutes in heaven, max's sister, what could possibly go wrong?

warnings: heavy make out session

wc: 3k

You were sitting on the edge of the couch, legs tucked under you, watching as the last of the sunlight fades beyond the horizon. The air still smells like autumn — damp leaves, bonfires, that kind of thing — and you can hear the muffled voices of the boys from the kitchen. They’d been drinking for hours, celebrating the end of the season. Your brother, Max , the life of every gathering, was at the centre of it all, recounting the race from last weekend like a war story for those who had missed his and Lando’s close race.

Inside the living room, the atmosphere was cosy but charged, the kind of energy that only came when the season was over and there was nothing left to lose. Someone had opened a second bottle of whiskey, and you were pretty sure it was Charles. He was sprawled out on the recliner, arm dangling over the side, his laugh loud and carefree. Across from him, Lando and Daniel were huddled together on the floor, passing around a bowl of chips like they were planning something.

Then it happened. Daniel’s eyes lit up, his smirk growing wider as he sat up straighter. "You know what we haven’t done in ages?" he said, voice slick with mischief. "Seven minutes in heaven."

You laughed, and so did a few others, but there was  that undeniable flicker of curiosity that ran through the group of you that were in the room. This was a game you used to play in secondary school, maybe year nine if you were brave, but you’d all grown up since then. Still, the alcohol had loosened everyone’s reservations, and you could see the suggestion hanging in the air, waiting to catch fire.

“Oh, come on, we’re not twelve,” Max groaned, walking in at the perfect time but even you could see a spark in his eyes that said he was not really protesting.

Daniel shrugged, still grinning. "Exactly, we’re not twelve. So why not make it interesting?"

You could feel a ripple of unease and excitement in your chest as you glanced around the room. People were starting to perk up now, their curiosity mirroring yours. And before you knew it, Carlos’ empty beer bottle was in the middle of the floor, everyone forming a loose circle around it like it was an unspoken agreement.

Your close friend Lu, had chosen to go first, the bottle spun lazily, catching the dim light from the string of bulbs hanging above the living room. The room felt smaller now, more intimate, as if everyone’s breath was synchronised, waiting for fate to land on someone. Your stomach twisted, a mix of nerves and excitement, and you wonder if anyone else felt the same fluttering tension.

It slowed, dragging the moment out. The neck wobbled a few times, then finally came to rest, pointing directly at Lando.

She grinned, all too pleased with the outcome. “Guess I’m first,” she said, pushing herself up from the floor with the grace of someone who was not nearly as drunk as the rest of them. She casted a sideways glance at Lando, who just smirked and shrugged, ready for whatever came next.

You felt Max’s eyes on you from across the circle, and you shot him a quick look — the kind that said, This is ridiculous, right? But he just smirked, raising his beer in mock salute, clearly enjoying the chaos that was about to unfold.

“Okay, Lando,” Lu teaseed, leaning toward him with a playful tilt of her head. “I think you’re my lucky partner.”

Lando let out a fake groan, but there was a spark in his eyes as he got up. “You sure? I mean, I could take a rain check…”

Everyone laughed, the tension breaking slightly as Lando and Lu disappeared into the hallway, heading for the coat closet like this is still some high school party. But the tension crept right back in as the door closed behind them.

It had only been thirty seconds, but it felt like the room was holding its breath. You sat there, heart racing even though it was not your turn, and wondered what happened next. You’d known these people for years — grown up alongside a few of them, watched your brother and his friends live out their reckless racing dreams — but now the whole vibe had shifted. It was almost like you were all teetering on the edge of something new, something dangerous.

The minutes dragged on. The muffled laughter from behind the door made everyone exchange knowing looks, but no one said anything. Then Lu’d voice called out, “Time’s up!” and the door swung open.

Lu stepped out first, her hair slightly tousled, a grin on her face like she’d gotten away with something. Lando followed, looking slightly flushed but otherwise composed. “Well,” he said, glancing around the room, “that was... enlightening.”

Everyone laughed again, a little louder this time, but you could feel the anticipation growing. Lu took her seat, and Daniel leaned forward, reaching for the bottle with a mischievous glint in his eye. “Your turn, mini Verstappen,” he said, and suddenly all eyes were on you. When Daniel had offered this game, you briefly had the idea that he was trying to pester Max, making him watch his little sister go into a small room with one of the guys of the paddock. In a room where he couldn’t do anything to stop anyone. So when Daniel passed you the bottle, you knew exactly that was his intention.

You froze for half a second, trying to brush off the nervous thrill that shot through you. “Oh no, not me,” you started to protest, but you knew it was too late. The game had a life of its own now.

The bottle clinked as you gave it a half arsed spin, and you swore it felt like the world slowed down again. The air was thick with curiosity, everyone waiting to see who fate would pick this time.

And then it stopped. Right on Charles.

You glanced up, locking eyes with him. Charles Leclerc, your brother’s biggest rival, the one who you definitely should never get with, the one who’s always wound up your brother, who knew more than he let on. His brow quirked up, just slightly, and his lips curled into a soft, unreadable smile.

For a moment, the world felt too small, the air too warm. Daniel chuckled, almost as if he had planned it. “Well, this should be interesting.”

Charles stood up, and before you even realised it, you were on your feet too, heart pounding in your throat. You forced a laugh, trying to play it cool, but you could feel the weight of every gaze on your back as you followed him toward the hallway.

Then Max shot up, “She can’t go in there with him, come on mate.” He said looking at Charles then at the rest of the group whose eyes were too locked on you and Charles. “That’s my little sister.” 

As you opened your mouth to reply, Lando stood up and looked at Max. “The rules are the rules, and unfortunately for you the rules mean your sister needs to go into that closet with Charles.” Lando then towards Max and pushed him back down onto the floor where he was previously sat. A small laugh went through the group as they looked back at you and reminded you to go towards the closet.

The door was barely closed when the silence hit. Charles leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his green eyes scanning your face. "So," he said softly, his voice cutting through the stillness, making sure no one could hear, "seven minutes."

You swallowed, leaning against the opposite wall, unsure of what to say. It felt like the world outside had faded, the only sound was the steady thrum of your pulse in your ears. There was something unspoken hanging in the air between you, a tension that had been there for longer than you’d like to admit, but neither of you had ever dared to acknowledge it. Until now.

“Well,” you said finally, your voice barely above a whisper, “what do we do with them?”

The air inside the closet felt thicker than it should, the dim light from the hallway casting just enough of a glow under the door to catch the intensity in Charles’ eyes. Your back pressed against the wall, and you could hear your own breath coming a little too fast, the silence between you loaded with all the things neither of you had said until now.

Charles took a slow step forward, closing the distance, his presence filling the small space. He was not touching you yet, but it felt like he was everywhere, the heat radiating from him making your pulse race. His eyes flickered over your face, searching for any sign of hesitation, but you didn’t give him one. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the game, or maybe it was something you’d been pretending not to feel for a long time.

His hand came up, brushing lightly against your arm, sending a shiver through you. Then, in a sudden, fluid motion, he cupped your face, pulling you toward him. His lips crashed against yours, firm but not forceful, and it was like every thought in your head vanished, replaced by the sheer intensity of the moment.

You responded immediately, fingers threading through his hair as you kissed him back, your whole body pressing against his as if you were trying to make up for lost time. The world outside the closet didn’t exist anymore — it was just the two of you, tangled up in each other. His lips are soft but urgent, like he’d been holding this back for far too long.

He pulled back just enough for a sharp breath, his forehead resting against yours. His voice was rough, low, like he’d barely be able to keep it together. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that, mon ange” he murmured, his lips brushing yours again, making your heart skip a beat.

You smiled against his mouth, your voice barely a whisper. “Then why didn’t you?”

His hands slid down your waist, pulling you even closer, and you could feel the warmth of his breath against your neck as he leant in again, his lips tracing a path along your jaw. “Didn’t think it was a good idea,” he admitted softly between kisses, his mouth now teasing the skin just beneath your ear, sending a jolt of heat down your spine. “Still don’t,” he added with a soft chuckle, but there was no trace of hesitation in the way he was kissing you now.

“Why?” you whispered, trying to suppress a moan as you tugged him closer, lost in the moment, your mind spinning, body pressed tight against his. The feel of his hands, the taste of whiskey on his lips, the way your bodies fit together in this impossibly small space—it was all overwhelming, intoxicating. Every kiss was hungrier than the last, his fingers gripping your waist like he was afraid you’d slip away, but neither of you were going anywhere.

“Because now I’ve had you once, I’m going to want you forever.” He replied in a raspy voice.

The sound of footsteps passing in the hallway broke through the haze for just a moment, but Charles didn’t stop, his kisses trailing down your neck as his hands tightened their hold on you, and you realised how badly you’d wanted this too.

The footsteps faded, but the sound barely registered. All you could focus on was Charles — the way his lips moved against your skin, the heat of his hands gripping your waist like he’d been starving for this. Each kiss felt more urgent, more desperate, and you let yourself fall into it, the thrill of finally crossing a line you didn’t know you’d been tiptoeing around for so long.

Your fingers slid under his shirt, grazing the smooth skin of his back, feeling the tension in his muscles as his breath hitched. That small reaction sent a surge of confidence through you, and you pulled him even closer, wanting more, needing more. He groaned softly, his hands travelling up your sides, fingers digging in as if he was trying to ground himself in the reality of this moment.

“I didn’t think you—” His words were cut off by another kiss, deeper this time, his hand cupped the back of your neck, pulling you in. You weren’t sure what he was going to say, but it didn't matter. The way his body was pressed against yours told you everything.

It was electric — the feeling of his lips parting against yours, his breath mixing with yours as the kiss deepened, growing more intense, more heated. You lost track of time in the tangle of it all, your bodies moving together like they’d been waiting for this, like this is what they were meant for. Every second felt like it was teetering on the edge of control, the space between you disappearing as if it had never existed in the first place.

Charles broke away, panting, his forehead pressed against yours again. His voice is ragged, low and strained with want. “You... really have no idea how hard it’s been, pretending like this wasn’t... exactly what I’ve wanted.”

Your breath caught in your throat, and you felt the heat rise in your chest as his words sank in. You reached up, tracing the edge of his jaw with your thumb, heart pounding in your ears. “Then stop pretending.”

Something shifted in his gaze, something raw and powerful. His lips crashed back against yours with renewed intensity, a fire now blazing between you, the last of any hesitation burned away. His hands roamed freely now, gripping, pulling, like he was making up for all the times he’d held back. Your back pressed harder into the wall, but you didn’t care. You were lost in the feel of him, in the way his lips trailed down to your collarbone, in the sound of his breath ragged against your skin.

Your name left his lips in a whisper, like a prayer, like it had been waiting there for years, and hearing it sent a thrill through you. You pulled him closer, fingers clutching the fabric of his shirt, wanting to feel every inch of him. His hands slipped under your shirt, his touch scorching as his fingers trail up your back, sending sparks down your spine as he played with your bra.

“You are heavenly,” he breathed against your neck, and you could feel the heat of his words, the truth of them, in every kiss, every touch. “Utterly heavenly.”

He’d said you hadn’t known how long he’d needed this but you did. Because now that you were here, with him, you realise you’d been wanting it too — maybe even longer than he had.

Just as his lips found yours again, there was a sharp knock on the closet door, startling you both. Daniel’s voice, muffled but unmistakable, cut through the haze. “Time’s up, lovebirds. Don’t make me open this door.”

You froze, breath caught, the spell broken for a split second. Charles chuckled softly, his forehead resting against yours again, his breathing still heavy. “Guess we’ll have to hit pause.”

Your heart raced as you untangled yourselves, but before you could step back, he pulled you in for one last lingering kiss, softer this time, like a promise.

“Don’t think this is over, mon ange,” he murmured, his lips brushing against yours. “Not even close.”

You grinned, your pulse still pounding as you tried to pull yourself together. “I’m counting on it.”

Charles let out a soft chuckle, his voice low and husky. "You should probably go first."

You glanced at him, raising an eyebrow. “Why?”

His eyes flickered down to himself, and he smirks, a little sheepishly. "Because if I walk out there like this..." He gestured toward his jeans, and you couldn’t help but notice the tension brewing once more. "Let’s just say it’s gonna be obvious what we were doing in here, and Max might not be too happy."

Heat flooded to your cheeks, and you bit back a smile. “Right.”

Charles stepped forward again, fingers brushing lightly against your arm, his gaze locked on yours. "Give me a minute, and I’ll meet you out there."

You nodded, still feeling the lingering heat between you, but you straightened your shirt and smoothed your hair as best you can, trying to act like you weren’t just tangled up with him in the small, dark closet. When you felt composed enough, you opened the door and stepped out into the hallway.

Immediately, all eyes were on you. Lando was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, a grin on his face. “Well, well, look who’s back from heaven,” he said, raising an eyebrow as he took in your slightly dishevelled appearance. His eyes narrowed as he studied you, a knowing smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “You look... flustered, mini Verstappen.”

Your face burned, and you weren't too sure if it was from the kiss or from the fact that your brother’s friends could read you way too well. “Shut up, Lando,” you muttered, pushing past him, trying to ignore the heat creeping up your neck.

Just as you make it to the edge of the living room, Max’s voice cuts through, louder than anyone else in the room, as if he was just realising something. "Wait a minute. Where’s Charles? Why are you coming out first?"

You froze, and everyone turned to look toward the hallway. As if on cue, Charles stepped out a beat later, looking a little too composed compared to you, though he quickly raked a hand through his hair as if to play it off. His shirt was untucked at the back, and there was a slight flush to his face, but he managed to pull himself together.

Max narrowed his eyes suspiciously, looking between the two of you, arms still crossed. "You two weren’t... actually doing anything, were you?" He tilted his head, trying to sound casual but clearly fishing for answers.

Charles shot you a quick glance, his lips twitching like he was holding back a grin. "Don’t worry, man," he said, walking past your brother and clapping him on the shoulder. "We were just... getting to know each other better."

the end.

[idanceuntilidie]

Friendly Rivalry

Yandere perfect student x fem(?) reader

AUTHORS NOTE; So this was inspired by that drama I watched by the same title that had some yuri and I was like oh my god! So i whipped something up with that in mind. The reader is implied to be a girl BUT there are no prononus used besides you and such so maybe it can be still considere gn? anyway enjoy cus I sure as hell making a part two.

Remember your breathing exercises? Breathe in, hold, count to 7 and then let go. Now do it enough so you won’t get dizzy later. Your luggage shuffles across the sidewalk. Despite being small it's terribly heavy, it hit your legs on multiple occasions now and you wish you had someone to drive you. No matter, you followed the navigation motivated to get to your destination. After 20 minutes or so you finally arrive at Marble Hills High School The most prestigious highschool in the country for girls. Not many get into this school. You have to be either exceptionally smart or wealthy. It took a lot of work, sweat and restless nights.  You were first in every single class, a shining example to your fellow peers. People treat you differently once you start getting good grades. Yet you wanted more, the high from achievements was not enough. Finally you tried transferring to Marble Hills and by some divine luck you got accepted. With shaky hands you watched as people passed you by, blurring into a blue swarm with pristine uniforms. You can even smell how much money they have. You briefly looked at your shorts and sweater, sadly you were sticking like a sore thumb. You can’t help but sigh, standing makes you more obvious. Slowly you shuffled along, luggage in hand trying to maneuver between people finally seeing clearing at the main building. God finally. You almost ran to the front desk, with the biggest yet polite smile you could muster only to be met with a wall. The woman at the desk had the most obvious scowl the world has ever seen. Oh this will be good. She barely looked at you before saying. “The community college is 10 minutes away.” She admired her red nails. “Well actually..” “Yes?” “I am the transfer, I-” “Oh, it’s you huh?” she finally looked at you, sharp green eyes looking you up and down, finally meeting your eyes and staring into your soul. She didn’t even look away before handing you a schedule that might as well could be a colour wheel. “Your class is 3B, the next building over. Don’t be late.” she hissed and went back to admiring her nails. Your soul might have left at this point as you took the paper in your sweaty hands. Well these years will be lovely.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ In and out. You didn’t manage to get into the dorms in time so still, you were stuck in your casual clothes sitting in a room with a bunch of people chattering away. They eyed you briefly, before rolling their eyes and continuing to chat away. Still shaking you sat in the back, perfectly synchronising with the teacher who walked into the classroom. She was tall, looking just as sharp as the woman at the front desk. Her face barely showed any emotion as she spoke. “Welcome to another year, let’s start with what this school is expecting you all to complete this year.” Your hand moved swiftly along the paper, noting out the books you will need, important tests, mock exams. Finally it came to questions. “Miss! Which class is Vivianne in?” one of the girls squealed. “Pleaaase tell us?” another begged and soon more and more girls chimed in. The teacher only sighed, as she looked at them. Nodding her in disapproval of their behaviour. When she tried to speak a soft knock came at the door, before it opened and a very stunning girl came through. Her soft black hair swayed as she walked in. Somehow her figure made the uniform look good, and her eyes made you pause. You were almost sure her eyes were black until a small ray sun hit them. So in fact they were warm chocolate perfectly matching her olive complexion. It doesn’t take a genius to piece the puzzle together, this is probably; Vivianne. You did see her name pop up a lot while roaming through the halls, most noticeably on the board that showed the prides of the school and all of the achievements. Finally you saw her face to complete the full mental image. “Hello fellow classmates” Vivian Ashworth smiled, yet it didn’t reach her eyes who were empty despite the warm feeling. “Finally, is the ceremony over?” The teacher looked at the girl. She nodded, tucking hair behind her ear. “Good, I expect great things from you this year Vivianne.” Finally the girls probably came to realise their idol came to class with them. They yelled, squealed and some even begged for her to sit with her. You watch this ordeal, wiping off your clammy hands against your shorts. Vivianne looked at the class with a polite smile, probably scanning it for the perfect seat. At some point you locked your eyes with her, the interaction made your breath hitch. Something shined in her eyes now, despite looking empty just a few minutes earlier. She didn’t listen to the begging and pleading and walked to you. Her perfectly manicured hand stretched out to you. Oh, oh no. “Hi I am Vivianne.” she beamed, “Can I sit next to you?” You blinked at her, once, twice. Yet she still had her hand out, smiling cheerfully. She still existed. Begrudgingly you shook her hand, already feeling the stares and the radiating hate. She sat next to you and proceeded to talk your ear off about everything and nothing while you tried not to notice her hand reaching for your thigh under the desk.

God, this will be a long, long day. ⊹ ࣪ ˖

Your shoulder slammed into the bathroom stall. You recognised one of them, she sat in front of you, patting the place next to her saying to Vivianne how she saved it just for her. Next to her were two other girls, they didn't look too delighted to be there.

“Hey transfer student.” she smiled sweetly, her nails dug into your shoulder painfully. “I see Vivianne chose you this year huh? What do you want for changing seats?”

“Wow, buying your way again Abby?” one of the girls laughed

“You are just jealous, you can’t do it too.” Abby hissed.

“Cat got your tongue transfer student?”  the third girl hummed as she played with your hair.

You were still against the stalls, good thing everything is so clean here, otherwise you might have thrown up.

“Name your price” Abby spoke again, finally letting go of your shoulder. “Unlike you I can buy anything, just say what you want.”

“If that was the case you would buy better make up, the zit on your forehead is distracting.” You hummed, rubbing your shoulder. Abby's face went red, while the other girls laughed.

“Okay, I can do that. I will think of what you can pay me back with.”

“Listen here little bitch,” Red faced Abby hissed through her teeth. “Don’t get too cocky now, I eat whores like you for breakfast and-”

The bathroom door opened up with a bang and you barely registered who came in before you were pulled out of the room. You felt like your arm was going to pop out of its socket with how much force you were yanked away from the conversation. Honestly you liked the little showdown so this was disappointing.

Viviann smiled proudly as she dragged you through the halls, her hand was soft and despite looking fragile her grip was tight. The students who saw you two were shocked to say the least but still moved away to make way for you two.

“My God Y/N, I couldn’t find you,” the girl giggled “Were you hiding from me? I wanted to eat lunch with you!”

Your mind was blurring but you nodded, letting her drag you away. You did feel like anything you would say wouldn’t change her mind. Amongst the chaos in your head only one thought remained clear. What the hell is happening?

[ninii-winchester]

Only Girl

Pairing : Dean Winchester X Reader

Word count : 1.8k

Warnings: smut, oral (m & f receiving), dirty talk, spanking, language, age gap. MDNI NSFW

Part 2 to One of your girls

A/n : I wrote smut for the first time so go easy on me please.

I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION TO COPY MY WORK, TRANSLATE IT OR POST IT TO ANY OTHER PLATFORM. REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED.

Still pressed against the wall outside the bar, Y/n whimpered waiting for Dean to make a move, Kiss her, touch her, just to do anything. Dean squeezed her hips once before pulling away. She turned around to look at him, her face turned into a small frown. Dean chuckled as he noticed her disappointment.

"As much I'd like to give everyone a show like you did, I'm not fucking you outside a bar for our first time together." Dean said dragging her towards the Impala. The drive back to the motel was quick and the she didn't waste anytime walking inside. Dean slowly followed behind her.

Y/n started walking towards their room but stopped when she saw Dean stopping at the counter, "Room's this way, Dean." She pointed her finger to the hallway. He looked at her but didn't respond, instead he clicked his tongue and turned back to the clerk. She watched him put his credit card on the counter, getting another keycard. Dean took his time walking them to their new room and it was making her go crazy. She wanted him bad, she needed him to fuck her into next week but his unhurried and slow moves were driving her nuts.

He opened the room and let her walk in first, her heart was beating loudly in her chest, anticipation getting the best of her. The moment he stepped inside the room his lips were on hers. Fucking finally. She desperately kissed back, grabbing the back of his head pulling him closer. She let out whine when he pulled apart.

"So needy." He tsked gripping her waist.

"Dean please." She whispered batting her lashes at him. He smashed his lips to hers again, his hands moving down to grab her ass. A moan escaped her lips as he landed a slap on her left ass cheek. He let his tongue graze hers, moving in perfect synchronisation. He picked her up and slammed her back into the door, not breaking the kiss.

"Fuck." He pulled away from the kiss, breathing heavily. "Do you really want this?" He questioned in all seriousness, if she wants to stop better now because he knows if he went any further he won't be able to. She nodded her head. "Words, baby."

"Yes Dean, fuck me." Dean groaned when he heard her say that. "Hard." She added and Dean's eyes darkened. He put her back on her feet.

"You have a safe word, sweet girl?" He asked in his deep voice. Y/n could feel her pussy clenching around nothing and clit throbbing.

"Cherry." She replied. Dean nodded before pulling away completely. He walked backwards and she took a step but he stopped her.

"Didn't ask you to move, did I?" He questioned sitting on the edge of the bed and she shook her head, taking a step back. "Now strip, and crawl to me." Whatever self respect she had left, after the bar stunt she pulled, went flying out of the window as soon as those words left his mouth. She worked fast to get off every piece of clothing off her body, once she was completely naked she dropped to knees and crawled towards Dean. She stopped right in front of him, he gave her an approving look. "Good girl." He said grabbing the back of her hair. "You're such a slut for cock aren't you, pretty girl." He pulled her body up so she was sat up straight.

"Only for you cock Dean. I want it so bad." She whimpered, feeling an ache in her throbbing cunt.

"I know sweetheart, isn't that why you acted like a whore in front everyone." Dean taunted unbuckling his belt. He grabbed both of her hands and tied them behind her back using the belt. He unzipped his pants, pulling them down to his thighs, he pulled out his hard dick from the confines of his boxers, Y/n licked her lips watching the pre cum oozing out of the tip. "Now suck like the cockslut you are." She didn't waste a second before wrapping her lips around the tip, sucking it like her favourite candy. Dean threw his head back as she swiped her tongue on underside of his shaft, she then took the whole length inside her mouth, deep throating him, "God fuck baby." He snapped his hips, fucking her mouth, Dean sucked in a breath as she choked on his dick, breathing through her nose. He pulled her hair harshly. "Fuck, that mouth feels like heaven."

She continued licking and sucking, hollowing her cheeks intent on making him cum but Dean had other plans. He grabbed her head to pull her off him but she tightened her lips on his cock, he yanked her off harshly, a string of saliva drooled down her chin. He glared at her.  "You're fucking insatiable." He pulled her to straddle his thigh, he could feel her juices coating his bare thigh. His knuckles brushed against her clit and she gasped. "So fucking wet, just from sucking my cock."

"I've been a good girl haven't I? Make me cum please." Y/n whined. She was getting impatient, she needed her release now, without a thought she started grinding her pussy against his thigh.

"You've been good, go on fucking rut against my thigh, make yourself cum." Dean leaned back on his arms watching her struggle to move on his thigh with her hands bound. Tears of frustration pooled in her eyes and she let out a loud whimper.

"Dean please, need to touch you, I wanna cum on your cock." She cried and he grabbed her face kissing her, at was all teeth and tongue clashing, his hand left her face and moved behind her to undo the belt. As soon her hands were unbound she pulled at his shirt, borderline close to ripping it off. Dean flipped her, so laid on the bed. She moved a bit up and laid her head on the pillows. Dean kicked his jeans and boxers and joined her on the bed.

Dean spread her legs open revealing her glistening pussy. "Look at that, such a pretty pussy." He dragged his fingers over her folds making her clutch the sheets tightly. He didn't waste another second before latching his lips onto her clit, sucking harshly. He then shoved his tongue inside her. "Fuck tastes so good." He groaned into her pussy. "I could stay here forever." Y/n grabbed the back of his head and pushed it to her core. She locked her legs on his shoulder keeping him in place.

"Oh God yea, fuck don't stop." She yelled as Dean continued lapping on her juices. "Yes baby, I'm so close."

"That's it baby, say my name." He groaned, pushing two fingers knuckles deep inside her cunt. And she screamed his name, loudly. "Let everyone know who's making you feel so good." He moaned against her clit, scissoring his fingers inside her, hitting her sensitive spot that made her see stars. "Cum for me, sweetheart." And she did. Hard. she felt her whole body shake as her orgasm came crashing. She panted heavily, Dean continued to suck on her clit making her push at his shoulders slightly but he didn't move, he went on relentlessly, overstimulating her. "Dean fuck." He felt her clench around his fingers again, indicating her approaching orgasm. Dean chuckled darkly before he abruptly pulled away.

"Dean what the fuck." She looked down at him.

"I'm still in charge, hot stuff. You cum when I say you cum." Dean smacked her ass sitting up. He grabbed her by the ankles and pulled her closer to himself, settling between her legs. He leaned down and wrapped his lips around her right nipple, his tongue circling the hardened nub while one of his hands groped her left tit. She reached down between their bodies and grabbing his cock, rubbing the tip over her folds. Dean slapped her tit harshly, "such a whore." he said pulling away from her nipple. "You just can't live without cock, can ya?" Before she could answer he gripped her hips tightly and slammed his cock inside her cunt making her back arch from the bed. He didn't let adjust before pulling out and shoving it back in.

"Oh Dean yes fuck me." She bit her bottom lip as he continued to fuck her at a harsh pace, he pushed her legs over his shoulders, hitting her deep from the new angle.

"Look at that tight little cunt taking me so well." She heard Dean groan above her, his gaze locked on where their bodies meet. Her walls clenched around his length, he continued thrusting, hitting her g-spot. He smacked her ass multiple times, "You're squeezing my cock so hard, you like being spanked, little slut." He landed a few more slaps to her ass, "Is this what you wanted?" He wrapped his hand around her throat, "Putting up a show at the bar, begging for my cock, little slut couldn't even wait for me to get another room. You wanted me to fuck you in that room when Sammy could walk in on us huh? Such a whore aren't ya.?"

"Yes yes fuck I'm a whore for you cock. I'm your cockslut, fill me up, fuck i want it so bad."  She begged reaching down and rubbing her own clit. "I'm gonna cum." She whimpered, "please I can't hold it." She waited for him to give her permission to cum but he took his sweet time.

"Hold it baby, I'm right behind ya." Dean choked out, his thrusts faltering, a telltale sign he's close. "Cum. Fucking cum on my cock." He growled squeezing her throat slightly as he spilled his seed inside her. The coil in her stomach snapped and she let go, spilling her juices all over his cock. He stilled inside her, both of them panting heavily, coming down from their highs. He pulled out of her slowly, she winched slightly suddenly feeling empty. "You okay?" Dean asked looking over at her.

"Yeah." She replied smiling at him.

"I didn't hurt you, did I?" He asked gently and Y/n could feel her heart burst at his softness. As much as she liked him manhandling her, she was loving his softer side.

"Nope, not at all." She replied honestly.

"Okay." He pecked her lips "I'll be back in a second." He went to the bathroom and came out a washcloth. He joined her bed after he helped her clean up. He wrapped his arms around her pulling her closer to his chest.

"Dean." She called out his name softly, "this changes every thing you know that, right?" She whispered lowly.

"Yeah I know but this isn't going to be a one time thing and we'll talk about this tomorrow I promise. You need to rest okay?" Dean replied kissing the top of her head.

"Okay." In the soft after glow, he held her close, peacefully falling asleep in each other's arms.

[vainilladollie]

groupie love

pairing ; rapper!chris x newsinger!reader

summary ; you riding chris in the studio after recording something 🧁

warning(s) ; mdni. smut. no protection. established relationship. praising chris. rapper chris makes me cum oki. THIS IS MY SPECIAL, christmas gift, it’s my birthday and I ARRIVED TO 100+ followers 💔💔💔 thanks to all those lil people supporting me yall meant a lot to me and my heart ☹️

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀girl, it's you and i, so who do we trust?

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀you and i, 'til the day we die

“there. y’look so pretty ma” chris murmured as his thumb stroked your throbbing clit, his fingers brushing the edges as his thumb went down to caress your needy hole, seemingly in vain, begging for attention. a squeal escaped from your lips as your soft hand with a fresh manicure squeezed chris' shoulder as he looked up, chuckling at the sight of you, your big doe eyes looking up at him, an annoyed pout, you were tired of him playing along. “such a good girl f’me”

chris murmured under his breath as his hand cupped your right thigh and slowly unbuckled his belt, letting you lean against his thigh for a moment, your big eyes looking up expectantly, biting your lip as you waited for him to pull his member out of the confinement of his trousers.

“m’ready” you quickly said, while, chris letting a deep groan, he pulled his cock out, his hand quickly wrapped around it, a ring of pre-cum already forming at the glistening tip, his hand quickly began pumping his cock, spreading the pre-cum, his left hand gently patting your hip, looking you in the eyes. “all yours, baby” he says, lifting you up and pulling you down again, burying his cock deep inside your wet pussy, your gummy walls which immediately received him perfectly.

“oh…oh my god! too big..chris” you squealed softly and closed your eyes a little, letting your arms fall around his neck as you did so.

“c’mon, c’mon, show me everything you got” chris says as the same time he let’s various deep moans against your ear, his hands sliding to grip your lower back, helping you to bounce, his hips moving in time with yours. your soft gasps echoing through the studio, one of chris' hands touching something on the huge keyboard behind you, and the familiar melody began to play. the song you had both finished recording a few minutes ago. he grunted, his fingers digging into your hips as he began to bounce you on his lap, his hard length sliding between your smooth folds. he let his back fall against the studio chair gasping satisfied. “perfect, perfect, i gotchu now baby.” he said watching you painted a lil tired.

he moves his hips sharply, thrusting his thick cock into you. he sets a hard, fast pace, the obscene sound of skin against skin filling the room along with your wanton moans. your nails quickly begin to dig into his back, more motivated, jumping, your soft moans, your back arching as you bounce on his lap, all so synchronised like a perfect melody.

chris' hands quickly grab your hips, stopping your movements before pushing you against the keyboard, pulling your leg up onto his shoulder. this was definitely going to be a long night for both of you.

۫ ꣑ৎ bella little message ; omg, im really really thankful for all the sweet words, and pretty support. i’m slowly trying to be less shy at the moment of writing; this is my christmas present for anyone who reads this, just to tell you, this means a lot for me, mwah, love you, wish you a good new year, good christmas with many good wishes.

© vainilladollie ; all work is owned by me. please do not copy, translate or transfer my work to any other blogs or sites and do not claim as your own. drivers are mine, don’t use them at least ur giving me the credit. love u to the moon, xx.

[doki-doki-imagines]

You give him a gift for Valentine's day

pt.1 with Michael Kaiser, Sae Itoshi, Hyoma Chigiri

Shoei Barou:

-"I-I mean, okay, thank you."

-He didn't expect it, and it shows on his face. Shoei is mostly embarrassed. His cheeks don't go red, but he scratches the back of his neck a sign you learnt it means he is not at ease.

-"Please open it!" You say enthusiastically, and he can't say no seeing the shine in your eyes.

-And you hear it, the breath catching in his throat, head instantly turning to lock eyes with you.

-The puddings his mom used to buy him. The same ones that he couldn't find anywhere in the last months. Probably because they are cheap and not that requested, but they are his fave.

-"How-"

"I know how much you love them and how much you missed the flavour." You put your hand on his chin, caressing his soft skin with your thumb. "For you, I'd search them to the other side of the country." You smile at him, eyes slitted.

-The house is now silent, only your synchronised heartbeat reverberating.

-His lips clash on yours, aggressive like a lion attacking his prey, breath mingling.

-"Sho-" He lets you breath, a kind concession from your king, while his lips firge a path down your neck, trailing down your jugular, making you now feel his teeth on your skin.

-It's the sound of the puddings hitting the ground that makes Shoei go back to himself. His red irises liquid pleasure even if he tries to regain his composure.

-"I should have been the one giving you a good present, not the other way around." You hear him grumble, his big hand pushing back some strands freed from the gel.

-"Don't push yourself down. For example, I see you have a beautiful bouquet there." You reply softly, pointing at the flowers he tried to keep hidden on his back. The twelve roses fresh and so beautiful.

-"Right, for you." Shoei lift himself up and offer them. You finally notice how nice he is dressed: white shirt and black suit perfectly ironed to match the shoes cleaned to perfection. He is wearing the perfume you gifted him for his birthday. The sight makes you skip the heartbeat you may have not skipped before.

-"They are wonderful." Your voice tremble a bit, smile naturally appearing on your face. -

"Your gift." He replies, arms going around your waist to hug you, bouquet and gift between your chests.

"Not gonna say 'hope you like it'?"

"I know you are going to love it." He curtly replies. You smile back at him; you expected that kind of answer.

-And you are sure you are going to love the it.

Seishiro Nagi:

-Seishiro honestly didn't expect anything since you asked just to spend some time together at his house.

-You are sitting on his old sofa, shoulders touching both wearing worn-out hoodies that aren't warm anymore but make you feel at ease like no other cloth.

-His lips form a small 'o' when you give him a small package.

-"I know I told you not to do anything special, but when I saw this, I immediately thought of you and couldn't stop myself."

-He keeps his eyes open wide while taking the small package in his big hands, slender fingers already working around the ribbon.

-It's a figure of a character from an old cartoon he used to love as a kid that still airs to this day. Seishiro remembers the days he was home alone and how comfortable it made him feel to see his "friend" on the tv screen.

-"Hey, are you fine?" You say softly, cupping his face to look at him in the eyes, watery from the tears forming. It would be almost funny, with his wobbly lips, if only you weren't actually worried about hurting his feelings.

-But your worries soon fade when he hugs you with such strength you end up back on the sofa, while Seishiro peppers kiss all over your face.

-"Thank you-" He says, "It is wonderful. You are wonderful." His kisses are so light that they tickle you, a laughter blossoming from your throat.

-"I love you." Seishiro says, looking straight at you, his warm hands caressing your face and brushing off hair that covered your skin.

"Me too, Sei."

-The next kiss has lost all the playfulness of the previous ones. It's charged with feelings. It's not fast, not aggressive. It's slow and calculated, a kiss that wants to explain everything he can't by words. It's a kiss that is slowly turning into something else...

-But someone buzzed at your boyfriend's door.

"Oh yeah, the food."

"Food?"

-He doesn't reply to you and brushes you off when you try to pay some of it.

-"You weren't the only one that thought of a gift." He scratches the back of his head. There is so much food that it doesn't all fit on his table. And it's all the comfort food you love.

-"I'm not good with gifts, but I thought it would be nice." Seishiro replies, monotone as usual.

"It is." You smile at him, plopping yourself again on the sofa. "So? Let's eat!"

"Yes, but let's take our time."

"You are lazy when eating, too."

"I just enjoy the flavours more."

"Bulls-" a bao go straight into your mouth, stopping you from talking.

"You look so cute when eating." He says, but you know he did that just to cut off the conversation.

-You are going to close an eye for today. It's not every day you see Seishiro putting his mind into something that aren't his games or football.

-"It all tastes delicious. You really know my tastes, Sei."

"Obviously, I love you." Curt, no inflexion in his voice while you want to melt.

-He will be the death of you.

[hellfiresky]

That cursed Kaminoan sex ed

The downtime between missions was always a drag. Delta Squad spent their time lounging in their barracks, doing whatever they could to rest, and fill in the mind-numbing hours. Scorch, naturally, was never content to let a dull moment fester.

“Oi, vode,” Scorch, sprawled across his bunk wearing his ill-fitting red cadet fatigue as his top and full armour from his waist down, piped up. “You lads remember that kriffing awkward repro health module from Kamino? What class was that? Sentient Bio 101 or some dwang?”

“Sentient Reproduction and Biological Sustainability Efforts. Worst hour of my life. Long-necks droned through it as if it was some kind of sick droid sex.” Hunching over his datapad, and slicing through some random codes he picked up from their previous op, Fixer didn’t even look up.

“Ah, yeah, that’s the one!” Scorch’s grin was delightful. He yanked his own datapad from his pack, fingers excitedly tapping across the screen. “Guess what, vode? I still have it.”

“You kriffing didn’t,” Fixer finally looked up, his face was a perfect combo of disgust and resignation. “That thing’s foul. Why would you keep that?”

“Mmm why not?” Scorch hummed, scrolling his datapad to no end. “Oh, here we go! Jackpot!” The bleached blond haired RC stood up, and walked towards the broken holotable that was coated in dust in the middle of the room. “Ahem. As his anatomical conduit—”

“His dick,” Fixer cut in, deadpan, still typing binary codes at his datapad.

“—enters the designated receptive structure,” Scorch continued, voice shaking with barely contained laughter.

“Pussy,” Fixer chimed again.

“Scorch is,” Sev coughed from the corner. He pushed himself to focus on the array of weapons in front of him - clearly trying to stay out of this but failing miserably.

“—a critical phase of sentient synchronisation is initiated,” Scorch plowed on, finger jabbing the air.

“He’s pounding,” Fixer supplied with another non-lab grown definition of the act.

“Ugh, find a better word, you di’kut,” Sev lobbed a rolled-up towel at Fixer’s head. It missed and thwacked Scorch’s shin instead, but the demo expert didn’t flinch. “—This interaction, facilitated by coordinated muscular responses, creates a platform for genetic exchange within a controlled environment,” Scorch kept going.

“That’s literally just a corpo way of saying ‘he’s mounting it in,’” Fixer groaned, finally tossing his datapad aside to entertain his brother. “Who writes this stuff? Droids?”

“Really, vod? Mounting it in?” Sev snorted. “You’ve never gotten laid, have you? Kriffing mounting. What are you - describing two banthas fucking?”

Scorch, ignoring his brothers’ continued bickering, powered through to the end of the passage. “—The interaction typically resolves in a peak state of high-intensity release of all tensions!”

“They come,” Fixer said as a matter-of-factly.

“Yep. Both finally blow the hatch, game over,” Sev groaned.

The scattered laughter that followed was broken by the thud of a datapad hitting the floor. Boss, who’d been quietly suffering in his little corner by the window, finally snapped. “WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT ABOUT YOU LOT?!” he shouted. “I’m trying to finish our report - cause NONE of you did it, and you’re over there reading Kamino’s sex ed instead of helping me?!”

“Maybe you should get your anatomical condui—“

“SHUT UP 62!”

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[seonghwaddict]

one more minute — choi san

in which you indulge in some midnight snacks and kisses in the kitchen.

bf!choi san x fem!reader. genre. established relationship. fluff. warnings. a little, tiny make out sesh but nothing else. wc. 0.6k.

lilo's notes. i’m a little sick so updates on both the event and nsn will be a bit slow. but anyways, here’s a little san drabble i wrote at 3 am :>

listening to. rises the moon, liana flores.

masterlist.

your eyes fluttered open to be met with darkness, the first thing you noticed was the arm draped around your waist. turning your head to look behind you, you caught sight of your dear boyfriend, san, sleeping soundly, his face lit by the dim moonlight seeping in through the gaps in the curtains.

silent snores left his mouth and you smiled, wondering how on earth you were lucky enough to call this perfect man yours. but the silent moment of admiring him was ruined when your stomach grumbled quietly, reminding you what you woke up for. after taking one last look at san and pressing a light kiss to his forehead, you wiggled yourself out of his grip without waking him up and walked down to the kitchen for some food.

you grabbed a paper plate and put a slice of pizza from the night before on it, placing it in the microwave. then you grabbed a mug, filled it with water and set it next to the paper plate before closing the microwave's door, pressing some buttons and starting it up.

a familiar arm wrapped around your waist from the back as san’s other arm brushed your hair away from your neck, nuzzling his face into it as he dropped the hand to wrap it around your waist as well. he placed gentle pecks on your neck and shoulder, nudging the fabric of your neckline to the side to access as much of your soft skin as possible.

you chuckled and turned your face to the side, your eyes meeting his soft brown ones. without averting your eyes, you turned in his grip and wrapped your arms around him in a warm hug. he smelled faintly of peppermint and the shampoo you keep in your bathroom.

you pulled away from each other and he moved his fingertips under your shirt, his knuckles brushing against your sides. his touch sent sparks and goosebumps travelling through your whole body, a feeling you were well acquainted with.

“i love you," he whispered, lips brushing against yours.

you smiled, muttering a heartfelt, "i love you, too."

he leaned his face in and your lips connected in a kiss, moving in a slow and synchronised rhythm, lips slotting together like perfect puzzle pieces. instinctively, your hands travelled up and tangled themselves in his already messy chestnut locks of hair. his grip on your waist tightened, trying to close every remaining millimetre of space between your bodies.

he bit down on your bottom lip, his hands simultaneously gliding up and down your waist, fingertips brushing just beneath your breasts before dropping to your hips and squeezing twice. knowing what that meant with him, you jumped up and warped your legs around his torso, his firm hands supporting you under your thighs. as if you had done this multiple times before—which you have—he turned and set you on the empty counter behind him, standing between your legs.

you continued, your kisses turning desperate and bruising. but before he could take it any further, the microwave's timer rang and you pulled away with a mischievous smile and flushed cheeks. your boyfriend groaned as you inched your way around him and got off the counter to grab your food.

"baby," he whined, drawing out the last syllable, "just… one more minute?"

"i don't want my food to get cold," you laughed and took a bite of the pizza, a playful pout on your lips. "you’re very needy when you're tired."

"at least give me some of the pizza?"

you considered it for a moment before turning and walking to the living room with a broad grin. "i’m not your mom, you can get it yourself, love," you called over her shoulder, resisting the urge to giggly at his dumbfounded expression.

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[novlr]

How do I write characters that have awesome chemistry and make their relationships feel super real and interesting?

Great character chemistry can turn a good story into one that readers can’t forget. It’s a spark that makes your characters’ relationships seem real and exciting. Like real relationships, characters will have unique ways of showing they have chemistry with each other. They might share a unique interest that would be offputting to other people outside their relationship, or they might have a shared love language that makes them a perfect fit for one another.

Like all advice, the examples below come with the caveat of “whatever works for your story.” You know your characters and their personalities, so there isn’t going to be a one-size-fits-all approach. The examples below show ways your characters can interact with one another that you can use as a springboard for writing characters with good chemistry in a way that feels natural, but make sure that whatever you choose serves the type of story you want to tell and the kinds of people your characters are.

Behaviour

A lot of what people do is unconscious. People will often know when we have chemistry with someone because of subtle differences in the way we behave.

Have characters unconsciously mirror each other’s actions.

Include small acts of intimacy, like sharing inside jokes or personal anecdotes.

Show characters prioritising each other’s needs or sacrificing their interests for the other.

Develop unique habits that characters only exhibit around each other.

Use consistent, unique actions or quirks that reveal a character’s feelings.

Create scenarios where characters defend each other’s viewpoints or actions to outsiders.

Allow characters to show vulnerability around each other.

Have characters unintentionally adopt each other’s mannerisms or phrases over time.

Have your characters make an effort to engage in activities they don’t typically enjoy, just to be with the other person.

Show characters naturally falling into synchronised rhythms, like walking in step.

Interactions

A big part of how a character shows chemistry with another is how they interact with them. It’s all about how, when, and why they speak and is a good space to lace their interactions with additional meaning.

Lace your dialogue with subtext.

Have characters finish each other’s sentences or speak in unison without planning it.

Include playful banter and light teasing.

Allow for moments of comfortable silence that show a mutual understanding and connection.

Conflicts can be heated, but should often end in mutual respect and a stronger bond.

Write intimate conversations where characters share secrets or dreams.

Develop scenes where characters work together seamlessly, anticipating each other’s moves.

Write moments where one character can tell what the other is thinking just by looking at them.

Have interactions where characters seek each other out for advice or comfort.

Create situations where characters celebrate each other’s achievements genuinely and enthusiastically.

Body language

Much like behaviour, when characters have good chemistry with someone their body language will change. This body language can also run counter to ways they might normally be, like a shy person leaning close to someone they have good chemistry with, when usually they’d keep their distance. There are lots of subtle ways that body language can show how someone is feeling.

Subtle touches like brushing hands or a gentle push that lingers just a moment too long.

Leaning towards each other while talking, showing attraction or interest.

Describe the way characters mirror each other.

A character’s eyes lighting up or softening when they look at each other.

Positioning themselves between their partner and a threat.

Unintentional proximity, like standing or sitting closer than necessary.

Nervous gestures that characters show only around each other, like fidgeting or playing with their hair.

Warm, genuine smiles that are reserved for one another.

Instinctively reaching out to comfort each other in times of distress.

Relaxed posture in each other’s company.

Attitude

Attitude affects everything from behaviour to interaction. It is the underlying reasoning that influences all the others. It’s important to think about what attitudes and thoughts your character has as their norm, and then see whether their chemistry with another character means that they preserve that attitude, or if it turns it on its head. While the below are some examples, the list is certainly not exhaustive, so make sure that you know your characters’ goals, motivations, and both internal and external conflict to really get to grips with how their attitudes might affect their relationships.

Show a respect for one another that they don’t show with others.

Are consistently patient with one another’s flaws.

Willingness to compromise or find middle ground.

Giving each other the benefit of the doubt in misunderstandings.

Unconditional support during difficult times.

Take pride in each other’s accomplishments, without jealousy.

Consistently have faith in each other’s abilities and decisions.

Openly express admiration for one another’s talents or character traits.

Maintain a positive outlook on the other’s intentions, even when they make mistakes.

Show an understanding between characters that goes beyond words.

Positive story outcomes

Character chemistry often comes with personal growth or positive story outcomes that are explored through the relationship. Relationships often act as a microcosm of the plot, showing its development on a smaller scale. For this reason, knowing the type of story you want to tell will have a huge impact on whether you want your relationships to have positive story outcomes. Here are some examples of outcomes that would be positive influences on the story.

Stronger alliances or partnerships.

Romantic subplots that add depth and interest to the main story.

Believable character development as they influence each other positively.

Moments of triumph where their combined strengths overcome obstacles.

Deep, meaningful friendships.

Can easily resolve conflicts that seemed insurmountable.

Celebration is more impactful due to their shared success.

A fortified sense of trust that can be pivotal in critical story moments.

Enhanced reader investment in the characters and their relationships.

Openings for sequels or spin-offs based on popular characters dynamics.

Negatives story outcomes

Character chemistry and good relationships don’t always lead to positive outcomes. Sometimes a great relationship can mean that things don’t go to plan for the characters or they might have to give something up to maintain it. Below are some examples of negative outcomes that might arise from good character chemistry or strong relationships, because not every relationship has a happily ever after.

Conflict arising from misunderstanding or jealousy.

Unresolved tension between characters on the outside.

Can lead to unnecessarily complex emotional entanglements

Creates obstacles due to the characters’ strong connection being exploited by antagonists.

Tragic outcomes when the chemistry between characters causes them to make irrational choices.

Intense confrontations that threaten the relationship.

Betrayals that are more impactful because of the depth of their relationship.

Unforeseen sacrifices that characters make for each other.

Heightened stakes when the wellbeing of one character is tied to the other.

Unexpected changes in the character when relationships are cut short.

[pitchsidestories]

Girls Girls Girls II Ingrid Engen x Mapi Leon x Reader

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a/n: You guys really came through with so many great requests for Ingrid Engen x Mapi Leon x Reader. We hope you understand that we can't write them all straight away but we'll try to do as many as we can. Based off these two requests. <3

The atmosphere in the Barcelona club was electric. Every movement done inside of it felt like a promise to an eventful evening with endless possibilities. Like a blank canvas waiting to be painted with scenes of the night.

When the clock stroked midnight, Mapi Leon curiously asked her girlfriend while nodding in the direction you were standing: “Have you seen the beauty over there?”

“Are you talking about the girl sitting at the bar?”, Ingrid Engen wanted to know smirking. The Spanish woman replied grinning:” Yes, the one with an old-fashioned in her hands.”  

“She’s gorgeous.”, the midfielder admitted blushing at the sight of you in a stunningly black jumpsuit.  

Innocently Mapi played with a loose string of her hair:” Her glass seems almost empty; do you think we should talk to her?” “I think we should order her a new one.”, the Norwegian suggested warmly.

Enthusiastically the older woman responded:” Yes, I agree.” “I’ll order.”, Ingrid decided. Smiling sweetly at her girlfriend the Spaniard answered: “Thanks.” Afterwards she approached you with a flirty smile:” Hi.”  

“Oh hi.”, you gazed surprised at the two very beautiful women in front of you. Interested the tattooed one wanted to know:” Enjoying your drink?”

“Yes, I know the barkeeper, she and I go to the same Uni, so she always makes something special out of it.”, you told her. She acknowledged that remark with a lifted eyebrow:” Oh, you do?”

“Yes.”, your cheeks turned hot under their attentive eyes. Casually Mapi went on:” What are you studying?” “The arts, I love to paint.”, you answered passionately.

Delighted the Spanish woman muttered:” So you’re an artist.” “I am. Your tattoos are so pretty. What are you and your girlfriend doing? Sorry, I think you’ve not told me your names yet.”, nervously you licked your lips.

 The older woman of the two introduced themselves: “I’m Mapi and that’s Ingrid.” “Nice to meet you both, I’m y/n.”, you remarked in an honest tone.  

A big smile lit up Ingrid’s face: “Nice to meet you too.” “Thanks for the drink.”, you mumbled gratefully lifting you glass with them before taking each a deep sip. Cheerfully the Norwegian waved it off: ”You’re welcome.”

After you three savoured your drinks, Mapi confidently took your and her girlfriend’s hand:” Do you want to dance with us?” “Sure.”, the liquor making you bold in your reply to her question.

Happily, Ingrid got up from the chair she was sitting on a few seconds ago: “Really?”  “Yes, let’s go to the dance floor.”, you said self-assured.

The defender couldn’t help but to observe the reaction of your Uni friend:”Your barkeeper friend doesn’t look amused.” “Oh. But she’s in a relationship.”, you promptly explained.

A sign of relief crossed the older woman’s face:” So she’s got nothing to worry about.” “Exactly.” “Come on.”, impatiently Ingrid pulled both of you to the place people were already dancing.

“Coming!“ You immediately started moving to the music. The rhythm of your bodies in perfect synchronisation. You completely lost focus of your own body, captivated by Ingrids elegant and Mapis more powerful movements.

Mapi winked at you, pulling you close so she could whisper in your ear; “An artist and a good dancer as well.“ You bit back a smile, relieved that your reddening cheeks wouldn’t be visible in the dim light; “You two are not bad either.“

“For football players maybe.“, Ingrid added with a laugh. “Football players?“, you echoed in surprise. “Yes, for FC Barcelona.“, Mapi stated calmly. Your knowledge about football might have been limited but you did know about the Catalan club.

Lost for words, you could only mumble; “Wow.“ Ingrid used your moment of speechlessness to change the subject. “Want to come with us to our place?“, she asked, a carefulness in her voice in case she crossed a line. “Sure.“, you answered without hesitation.

Smiling, Mapi took your hand in hers; “Don’t worry. We won’t do anything you don’t want to do.“ “No, I want to come with you. Really.“, you assured her, shaking your head. You refused to let the night end that early.

Ingrid took your other hand; “We should leave then.“ “Yes, let’s go.“, Mapi agreed, leading you both out of the bar after you gathered your jackets and purses.

You were surprised when they opened the door to their apartment to you. It was modern and chic but also very homely at the same time. You immediately felt welcome; “Your apartment is beautiful.“

“Thanks. Ingrid decorated it.“, Mapi grinned proudly. Her girlfriend cheeks went pink; “For the most part.“ “Almost the whole part.“, the defender corrected her amused. You let your gaze wander around the room for a bit longer and commented; “I love it.“

“I know it’s late but would you like some coffee?“, Ingrid offered politely. You smiled; “Yes, I’d like one.“ “I’ll make you one.“ “Thank you.“ “No problem.“, Ingrid waved it off and got to work. You sat down at their kitchen table. While you waited, you took out your notebook and started scribbling into it.

Some of your creative energy needed an outlet. You failed to realise that Mapi took the chair opposite you and watched you draw. Only when her beringed hand reached out for the page, you looked up at her. “Can I see it?“, she asked innocently.

Quickly, you covered your sketches with a hand; “No, I’m not done yet.“ Mapi tried again, giving you her best puppy eyes; “Come on.“ “Later, promise.“ “You should know that I’m very impatient.“, she warned you jokingly. You laughed; “Oh, I’ve noticed.“

“Hey. Rude!“, the defender complained. Ingrid gave her girlfriend a knowing look as she set down three cups of coffee; “No, it’s true.“ Mapis jaw dropped in feigned offense; “Ingrid!“ “Yes?“

But before the couple could continue to bicker, you closed your notebook and wrapped your hands around the mug; “Thanks for the coffee.“ “You’re welcome.“, Ingrid smiled sweetly.

After you tasted the coffee, you announced:” It’s delicious.”   “Do you want to stay overnight?”, the defender asked you curiously. Her and the Norwegian looked expectantly at you when you exclaimed:” Sure. Why not?” “Perfect.”, Ingrid sighed. B

Blushing you mumbled:” “If that’s okay with you.” “It’s.”, the midfielder nodded placing a light kiss on your lips sealing the oral invitation to stay tonight at their place.

Instinctively one hand went to your lips which were still buzzing from the excitement: ”I’ll stay then.” Gleefully Mapi clapped into her hands before kissing you aswell:” We hoped you’d say yes.”

In the morning the Spanish woman noticed, her voice still full of sleep:” Ingrid, she’s gone.”  “Yes, but she left a note with her number, she had to go to uni.”, the younger football player explained, showing her the note you left, on the other side was the sketch you did of them the previous night.

Impressed Mapi whispered:” So that’s what she was working on.” “It’s stunning.”, Ingrid admitted beaming. Suddenly wide awake the defender told her:” Give me her number. I’m going to text her.”  “Here you go.”, the midfielder responded cheerfully.

Pressing a soft kiss to her cheek, the Spanish woman replied:” Thanks.” “Did you ask her to come to our next match?”, a hopeful smile was on Ingrid’s lips.

Cheekily Mapi grinned at her: “Maybe.” More serious she added:” It just feels right with her, right?” “It does.”, the Norwegian nodded, pressing a kiss on to her girlfriend’s head.

Since that fateful night at the bar, you’ve met Mapi and Ingrid quite a few times, so naturally you accepted their invitation to come to one of their game, the defender was still injured, while the midfielder was in the starting line of today’s match.

In a low voice Jana Fernadez spoke to you after you sat down next to her:”Y/N, have you seen the photo of you three in the car going around on the internet?” “What? No, I didn’t.”, you answered stunned by that news.

Seriously the younger woman continued:” You might want to look it up.” “Thanks for telling me, Jana.”, you muttered. She gave you an empathetic smile and a pad on the shoulder:” You’re welcome.”

Only a couple of minutes later Mapi showed up with two drinks in her hands, one for her and the other for you, the defender was quickly followed by Alexia:”What did Jana show you?”

“This, they took photos of us three and put them online.”, you revealed, showing her what Jana had hinted at not that long ago. “Wait, let me see.”, Mapi urged you and took a closer look on what the photos were picturing. “Here.”

Mapis brows furrowed as she took in the clear photo of you three together. There was a hint of worry in her eyes when she turned to you; “I’m sorry. I don’t know how or when they took that.“ “We need to tell Ingrid.“, you decided, too many thoughts rushing through your head.

Again, the defender tried to catch your eye; “Ingrid will be fine but how do you feel about it?“ You shook your head, replying blankly; “I’m good.“ “Are you sure?“ “Yes, what do you think?“, you asked her.

Mapi tilted her head before answering; “I don’t mind people knowing that I’m with two pretty girls.“

“And me neither.“, Ingrids voice interjected. She smiled softly at the two of you, her hair still damp from the shower she took after the game. Mapi laughed; “I told you she won’t mind.“

You were silent for a few seconds, only now realising that these two people loved having you in their lives as you loved having them in yours. “Let’s put our own picture out there.“, Ingrid suggested, turning on the front camera of her phone. You smiled; “Alright.“

“Yes, come here. Let’s take on.“, Mapi said and pulled Ingrid towards her. With you in the middle, the two football player pressed kisses on your cheeks for the photo.

Proudly, Ingrid showed you the shots. “Okay, should we title it Girls Girls Girls?“, you asked with a smirk. The Norwegian smiled back at you; “What’s more fitting than that?“ “Yes, we’ll take that one.“, Mapi agreed, taking her girlfriends phone and hitting the post button.

There was nothing you could do but stare at the two women you had come to love so easily. The buzz of your phone in your pocket tore you out of your trance.

It was the first like on your post and it was from your bartending friend who watched you three leave on the first night you met. With a grin you thought back of the happy coincidences that led up to this moment. It must have been fate.

[pankowcrumbs]

Public X Will Poulter (Requested)

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When Will squeezed my hand in the car, I thought my heart might actually give out.

"You sure you’re ready for this?" he asked, voice low, thumb stroking across my knuckles. His blue suit was pressed to perfection, his hair styled just the right amount of messy, and he smelled ridiculously good like sandalwood and something purely him.

I nodded, though my stomach flipped. "I mean... ready as I’ll ever be."

He smiled, that soft, boyish smile that had wrecked me from the moment we met nearly three years ago.

Three whole years of secret dates, blurry backgrounds on FaceTime calls, holiday photos cropped just enough to be innocent. Three years of stolen kisses behind closed doors and whispered 'I love you's when no one could hear.

And tonight, we were finally stepping into the light.

Together.

"Okay," Will murmured, lifting my hand to his lips. "Let’s do this, baby."

The car door opened and the roar of the crowd hit us like a wave. Flashbulbs burst in rapid succession, a thousand voices calling out names.

I clutched Will’s hand a little tighter as we stepped onto the red carpet.

For a moment, the world seemed to tilt on its axis.

Will Poulter brilliant, gorgeous, talented Will walked confidently beside me, fingers laced with mine like he wasn’t hiding anything anymore. Like he never wanted to again.

The reaction was immediate.

A gasp rippled through the crowd, almost comical in its synchronisation. Shouts grew louder, some barely coherent over the camera clicks.

"Will! Y/N! Together?!"

"Are you two dating?!"

"When did this happen?!"

My cheeks burned, but when I glanced up at Will, he just smiled calm, steady, my anchor. He looked at me like I was the only thing that mattered.

I squeezed his hand back.

We paused for the photographers, flashing smiles that couldn't have been more genuine. When Will gently pressed a kiss to the side of my head, the crowd lost their collective mind.

It was electric. Exhilarating. Terrifying.

And absolutely right.

As the cameras lowered slightly, a woman with a microphone hurried over, bright-eyed and grinning ear to ear.

"Will! Y/N! Could we grab a quick word?" she asked breathlessly.

Will glanced at me. I nodded, heart racing.

We stepped over to the press line, still hand in hand. I could feel the heat of everyone's eyes on us.

"First of all, you two look incredible tonight," the reporter gushed. "And sorry, but you’re together?! Can you tell us about that?"

Will chuckled softly, giving my hand a little squeeze. "Well... I suppose the cat's out of the bag now."

The reporter laughed. "How long has this been going on?"

I shared a quick, secretive smile with Will before answering. "It’s been 3 years," I said, cheeks heating up. "We’ve just kept it private."

"And why tonight, of all nights, to go public?"

Will looked down at me, and the way his eyes softened made my knees wobble.

"Because she deserves to be seen for how amazing she is," he said simply. "And I'm tired of pretending she's just my mate."

I thought the reporter might actually faint from excitement.

"That is so romantic!" she gushed. "And what’s been the secret to keeping your relationship so strong while staying out of the spotlight?"

Will glanced at me again, a mischievous glint in his eye. "A lot of takeaway nights in, Netflix marathons... and being absolute rubbish at bowling together."

I laughed, bumping my shoulder into his. "Speak for yourself I'm brilliant at bowling."

The reporter laughed along with us, clearly loving every second.

"Last question how does it feel, finally sharing this with the world?"

I answered honestly, voice softer. "It feels... freeing. It feels right."

Will pressed a kiss to my temple again not for the cameras, but for me.

The reporter beamed. "Thank you both so much congratulations, you’re absolutely beautiful together!"

We thanked her and moved along, hearts still pounding, hands still clasped tightly together as if neither of us dared to let go.

As we slipped into the private area behind the carpet, Will leaned in close.

"Did we survive that?" he teased.

"Barely," I whispered, grinning like a fool. "But I’d survive anything with you."

He kissed me quickly sweet, giddy and we disappeared into the night, ready for whatever came next.

Later, tucked away in the suite upstairs, I collapsed onto the hotel bed, toes aching from my heels and cheeks sore from smiling.

Will plopped down beside me, immediately reaching for his phone. "Shall we see what the internet’s saying?"

I groaned, grabbing a pillow to bury my face in. "Do we have to?"

He chuckled, scrolling already. "Oh, come on, it's not every day we break the internet."

I peeked out from under the pillow, heart hammering.

Will's eyes widened. "Bloody hell."

"What?!" I yelped, crawling over to peek at his screen.

A photo of us hand in hand, mid-laugh on the red carpet was everywhere. Trending #1 worldwide. Headlines screamed things like:

"Will Poulter and Y/N: Secret Love Revealed!" "Hollywood’s Most Private Couple Steps Into the Spotlight!" "Fans Are Losing It Over Will and Y/N's Surprise Relationship!"

The comments were overwhelmingly positive:

I didn’t even know they KNEW each other, but I’m obsessed now.

This is the softest reveal in HISTORY.

They look so stupid in love I’m crying.

Imagine hiding a relationship this perfect for three years and then dropping it on us like this.

I blinked, overwhelmed. "They're... happy for us?"

Will turned to me, his smile softening. "Of course they are, darling."

He tossed his phone aside, pulling me onto his lap with ease.

"I think," he said, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear, "people can just see it."

"See what?" I breathed, heart thudding.

He kissed the tip of my nose. "How much I bloody love you."

I melted, hiding my face in his shoulder.

Will chuckled, arms wrapping securely around me. "Hey, come on. Look at me."

I peeked up, chin resting on his chest.

His gaze was so full of love it physically hurt.

"I’ve loved you from the moment you spilt coffee all over me on our first date" he said, smiling at the memory. "I loved you when we had to pretend to be complete strangers. I loved you when you danced around my flat in my T-shirt and socks. And I’ll love you when we're old and grey and you’re still bossing me around."

I laughed, watery and overwhelmed. "I don’t boss you around."

"You absolutely do."

I slapped his chest lightly. "You love it."

He grinned. "I really do."

We sat there, wrapped up in each other, the noise of the outside world fading away.

Eventually, Will shifted, pulling out something from his jacket pocket.

"I was going to save this," he murmured, suddenly a little shy. "But tonight feels... right."

My heart stalled.

It wasn’t a ring not yet but a delicate gold bracelet, simple and beautiful, engraved with the date of our first meeting.

I gasped, blinking furiously.

"Will..."

He fastened it around my wrist, his fingers brushing my skin with a reverence that made my chest ache.

"I know we’ve kept things quiet because it was safer," he said softly. "But I want the whole world to know, Y/N. I’m proud to love you."

Tears slipped free, no matter how hard I tried to hold them back.

"I love you too," I whispered, pressing my forehead to his.

We stayed like that for a long moment, breathing each other in, hearts steady.

Later, after peeling off the fancy clothes and slipping into pyjamas (mine borrowed from Will, of course), we cuddled up in bed, phones buzzing nonstop with messages from friends and family.

Mum had texted me:

Finally! I can stop pretending you and Will are "just good mates." Love you both.

Tom, one of Will’s best mates, had sent:

About bloody time you two showed the world what the rest of us already knew. Legends.

We giggled like kids, sharing the messages between kisses and inside jokes.

"Best night ever," I said, yawning.

Will kissed the top of my head. "Best life ever."

I smiled sleepily, nuzzling closer.

Tomorrow, the madness would probably double. Paparazzi, interviews, endless questions.

But tonight

Tonight, we were just two people wildly, stupidly, hopelessly in love.

And the whole world finally knew.