#shes not taking anything shes just. lookin

[thebibliophilevigilante]

As soon as Jason had the wristband around Madison’s wrist, she was almost like a kind in a candy store. Immediately, she was pointing out all the sweet treats they strategically placed at the entry gate. He made a mental note about how much more excited she got over the cheesecake than anything else. For sure she’d be getting a slice while at the park and one to take home.

As they wandered around, he pointed out the different roller coaster options. “We have several different ride options around here,” he described, pointing toward the ferris wheel. “Of course, we have safe, low thrill options, like the ferris wheel, the carousel or bumper cars. There are moderate thrill level choices, like the Tilt-A-Whirl or the Pendulum. But…if you truly are feeling adventurous, pretty girl, they have the high-thrill ones like the double-inversion Dark Knight Flight coaster or the stand-up coaster called Arkham Escape.”

As Madison whipped out her phone, he tried to suppress the chuckle that bubbled out of him. She was having a “first” moment. It was only natural she would want to record it.

When she turned the camera so he was in the frame, he blinked stupidly. Why would she want to record him? A devious smile formed over his face then as he leaned closer to her, resting his head against her shoulder. His breath was hot, fanning over her cheeks when he spoke. “Lookin’ forward to makin’ this pretty girl scream for me,” he drawled lowly, winking at the camera.

She quickly hid the phone away again, and he barked out a laugh. “We haven't even ridden anything yet, but sure,” he teased, confirming her request. “I'll get you whatever treat you want…maybe even more if you're really good.”

Sure, he was laying it on thick, but it was just so damn fun and easy to do with her.

When it comes to getting intel, there are several ways to go about it. One could ask politely, or ask the right questions to eventually draw information from their target. There is intimidation, threatening your target and demanding the information in exchange for remaining unharmed. Then there is incognito surveillance, appearing inconspicuous and melding in with one’s environment just listening and watching.

The current session was the latter.

A raven-haired man with a blanched tuft in his bangs kept his teal eyes trained on the book in his massive, calloused right hand. His left swirled his take-away cup absentmindedly. He was reading words, but they weren’t registering in his brain. His focus was more concentrated on the conversations around him, and what information he could gather before his next patrol.

The first three rules of real estate are location, location, location. Burnley Brewhouse definitely had that, especially for Jason Todd. It was conveniently placed right on the very edge of Burnley, practically at the juncture of where Crime Alley and The Bowery neighborhoods started (which were all Jason’s domain). By day, the neighborhood was full of regular citizens, students and tourists. By night, the whole area was crawling with denizens of the dark wheeling and dealing for their own personal gain and vices while putting others at risk.

Jason brought his cup to his mouth for a sip, his eyes flicking to the counter where two men with heavier builds were waiting for their order. One had a rough 5 o’clock shadow, the other a scraggly, unkempt blond beard, both wearing holy jeans and beat-up leather jackets. He recalled seeing them once during a patrol a couple of weeks prior, skulking around by the Freight Yards. They were definitely up to no good then, and could offer him decent information in the present. The barista handed both of them a take-away cup, and his eyes quickly glanced down to his book again, his peripherals watching as they meandered around to sit at a table caddy-corner from his in the back corner of the shop.

“Terry was telling me about that new candy order he has coming in,” 5 O’Clock muttered lowly to his friend. “Said it should get here overnight, and we can distribute to the stores first thing in the morning.”

Scraggles ran his nails over his beard as he listened. “Loaded with sugar? Y’know these kids can’t get enough of their sugar.”

“He said it was everything needed from the inventory list. He said he has his pal Molly coming in to help with the shipment too.”

There was a small pause before, “How many donuts did he get and where from?”

“11 for the crew. I think he said they’re from Declan’s over on 14th Street.”

Jason had to refrain from rolling his eyes. Those two idiots were blatantly discussing a drug drop in broad daylight just as if they were talking about a regular candy store shipment.

He switched the book to his right hand as he snagged a napkin from the holder and a pen from the table. He scribbled a note to himself, writing the characters’ names from his book, followed by “PG 11, DL 14.” He knew his own shorthand; the character names were to keep up appearances. “PG 11” would remind him the drop was scheduled for 11, and “DL 14” would remind him the ship would be at Dock Bay 14.

His attention went back to his book as he brought the pen to his lips, teeth nibbling on the retractable plunge as he appeared deep in thought. He was about to tune back into 5 O’Clock and Scraggly’s conversation when the cafe’s entry bell rung.

His eyes flitted to the door to assess the entrant, and he froze. A young brunette with piercing dark eyes was glancing around, looking for a place to perch herself no doubt. She was breathtaking, and certainly unlike any other person he had seen come in to Burnley’s. As she turned to the counter, he couldn’t help the large grin that danced over his face. First he got lucky with the tip-off. Would he be lucky enough for that gorgeous girl to sit anywhere within his vicinity?

@rpwiththelilflower

[bluebearial]

Howl-oween

3.7k words

You’ve been invited to a Halloween party! But you don’t have a good costume…

Good thing your girlfriend basically IS a costume.

Decided to write this a bit more loosely than the other stories :0) Hopefully I didn’t get too loose.

Google docs version here as always smile

You look over the invitation again. Rubbing the pink, cheaply printed paper under your thumb. You want to, but like… Should you?

“You still lookin’ over that thing?” The couch that you’re sitting on bounces as a heavy weight lands it. Looking over, you see Lupa give you a stern look. She’s leaned over the back of the couch, her heavy, squishy body being than enough to compress the cushions underneath. She crosses her arms as her face softens, offering you a wry little smile.

“What’s the matter, hun? Shouldn’t you be happy? Parties’re supposed to be really fun, right?”

“Yeah, but… Well. Yeah, they are, but- I don’t know… I hardly know the host. I’m surprised they even invited me. And…” You trail as you reach into your pocket. Your hand finds something plastic and you grasp it, retrieving a set of black cat ears, held together by the flimsiest little strap. “Do you really think I could make this work?” She snorts.

“Hahaha, is that even a question?” She asks. You feel a tinge of warmth on your cheeks as you shuffle in your seat.

“Look, hun,” your girlfriend continues, “Let’s face facts. It’s already Halloween. You don’t got time to get yourself a real costume.” She begins to trace her claw along the couch cushion, drawing circles into the felt. “Now, if only there was a good, free costume you could take… One that’s big, bad, scary… One that loooves you.~” Her paw slips up to the top of your head, ruffling your hair. She tilts her head, resting her cheek in her other paw as she finishes her pitch. Your girlfriend’s even wiggling her butt, swishing her tail against the floor.

Oh my god, she’s so sweet… But- Wait, you squint despite how good it feels to be pet. That probably doesn’t mean anything. More importantly, surely, she can’t mean…

“…You? You want me to wear you?”

“Yeah! You could, like, pass me off as your costume or whatever. You do all the walkin’ and talkin’, and I’ll just be, y’know, keepin’ up appearances in a way.”

“Besides,” she mimics a stretch, putting her elbows up and her paws behind her head. “I wanna get some fresh air. You’re always out ‘n about, while I’m cooped up in here.”

Tch. ‘You’re always out ‘n about’. As if you don’t hardly leave the house, not counting your short work commute. You’re basically a hermit. You… do get her point, though, and you feel bad for her.

“But… how would that work? Do I just, put you on? Like a suit?” You ask. Lupa rolls her eyes.

“Well, duh! Of course you put me on like a suit. Dude, what do you think this zipper’s for?” She points to the golden piece of metal resting atop her chest. It’s attached to her collar. If you look closely, you could just about see a line running down her chest and across her belly, down to her crotch. “I’ve just gotta… um…”

As her paw hovers over the zipper, her lip begins to curl. As she gingerly holds it, playing with it in her fingers, you get on your feet and approach her.

“Lupa, it’s fine. You don’t have to—"

“No! I can do it. It’s. Just uh…” She stammers, “A little… y’know.”

You nod. From the way she’s acting, you’re pretty sure that you Know. It takes her a moment, but she grabs her handle a bit more assuredly. You hear the zipper slowly come undone, and you watch intently as more and more of her interior is revealed. Lupa kneels as she opens herself fully. Her fingers dance along the edge of her cavity, drumming along the small, metal teeth that were only recently locked together.

“W-Well. Hmh, like what you see, huh?” She’s noticed the way you’re staring, and she gently widens the gap just a bit more.

You lean in, carefully placing a hand on her thigh as you gaze into the wolf. Her interior is a deep, dark blue. The thickly-padded material is very smooth, unlike the fluffy coat on her outside. This sheer contrast is already enough to enrapture you. After all, you’ve never seen her insides before. The way it folds on itself almost compels you to touch it. You lift your hand to do just that, but you stop yourself. Looking up at her for permission, you look her right in her single, wide eye. Her mouth is slightly agape, her body gently rising and falling as she breathes as lightly as she can, but she quickly masks up as she notices your gaze. A toothy little grin, and the smuggest look you’d ever seen. So hammy.

“What’re you waitin’ for? I don’t exactly open up to just anyone, y’know. So…”

Her paw ends up atop your head again, and she gently coaxes you in. You follow her wordless advice, plunging your face into her depths. You close your eyes as you slip deep inside her and turn around. Your arms find their way into her hollow limbs – and the same happen to your legs. Despite how big she is, you find her to be surprisingly tight. But not too tight? It’s… You settle for ‘snug’. It’s like she fits you almost perfectly. It’s tight enough that you’re comfy, but not so tight that it suffocates you. You push deeper, closing your eyes and squirming as you try your best to completely settle in. Your hands enter her paws, finding your fingers to be much heavier than before. You arch your back as you push your head up against a soft barrier. You lift your hands - your paws? – and press them to the sides of your head. If your senses weren’t so numb, you’d liken it to putting on a helmet. You pull and push against the barrier until it suddenly gives way.

Then, you open your eyes.

The first thing you notice is how tall you are. You weren’t exactly short before, but the ground looks miles away now. You run your paw – is it really yours? - down your middle, growing very aware of the way your soft, thick fur feels against your squishy pads. Your tongue brushes against your teeth, and you feel a hint of sharpness. It’s enough for you to pursue it, running your wide, pink tongue across your row of sharp, white chompers. You spend extra time on one of your fangs… No wonder Lupa could tear through her food with such ease.

“Yea~heah, pretty cool, huh?” Your? mouth moves on its own, before you remember that the big, grey snout in the midst of your vision isn’t yours.

“Um—Yeah…” You quietly answer. It does move when you speak though. You can feel it move. As you turn, you feel something heavy drag behind you. Turning more, you see something grey in the corner of your vision. Round and round you go, until – aha. You clutch it in your paws, and—Oh. It’s your tail.

Not your tail. Lupa’s tail.

“Hey, hun? I know how it feels to Touch Fluffy Tail ‘n all, believe me. But… ain’t there a Halloween party you wanna go to?”

“Oh! Right. Y-Yeah, let’s. Let’s go.” You dart up and dash for the door. As you reach to open it, you soon realize just how big your paws are. You turn a knob meant for much smaller hands than yours, and the door opens. You step out, and off you go.

It’s not a long walk to the party, but it’s more than enough time for you to get used to your new gait. Not only are your hands huge, but your feet are too. You’ve tripped over your own paws more times than you’d like to admit… Thankfully, faceplanting on the sidewalk doesn’t hurt that much when you’re lined with stuffing and fur.

“So, Lupa…” You trail off.

“Yeah?”

“I thought you were a plush all the way through.” You run a paw along one of your thick, fuzzy arms. “Were you always a suit?”

“It’s… Weird,” she replies. “It’d take too long to explain it, but I guess it kinda depends on how I’m feelin’?”

You offer a hum in reply as you approach the house. This should be the spot…

You approach the house, walking up the steps to the porch. Your mind wanders as you gaze at the decorations. Plastic spiders glint in the light, as they stand silently on elaborately laid out strings of cotton. Pumpkins stand guard at the front door, their faces ogling you as you walk by—klonk.

You stop in your tracks as you knock your head on the doorframe. It doesn’t hurt necessarily, but you’re left rubbing your forehead all the same.

“What’s this doorway meant for? Ants?” you grumble. Lupa snickers.

“Hey. Hun. You know that’s just as tall as our door at home, right?”

“Oh,” you blink. “Right. Kinda forgot that.”

She snickers some more, twisting your snout into a mischievous little grin that you try to bite down as you bend your legs slightly. Your ears still brush the top of the frame as you make your way inside, and you cross your arms.

You’re here! You’re finally here! Your doorway encounter had made you almost forget, but you’ve arrived at your first Halloween party in…

Gosh, how long has it been?

Apprehension creeps up your body like a vine as you make your way into the steadily growing crowd. What do you even do at parties like this? You’d been so concerned about whether you should go at all, you hadn’t the time to even think about that.

Other people are in costume, though, and they looked so good to you. There are witches, vampires, the occasional sheet ghost. There’s even a cat girl near the punch bowl! Hey, you could go for a drink.

“What’re mew supposed to be?” the girl asks, starry-eyed as you approach. Ough, you weren’t expecting to have to talk to her…

“I’m, I guess I’m a werewolf? Kinda?” You reply, looking over yourself. “Y’know, like. Rawr.” Raising your paws, showing off your claws, you put on a bit of a forced scowl. She tilts her head, putting a hand on her hip as her admiration seems to fade.

“A werewolf kinda, huh? Nyaa, can’t say I’m a big fan of dogs… Oh- But that’s still kinda cool!”

“Oh.” You clear your throat. “Well, I’m not a—I’m not really a dog—”

“—And don’t you forget it, runt.” You cut yourself off, your voice turning much gruffer as your brow furrows. “Call me a dog again and see what happens.”

“Oho? And what’ll happen, mrrp~?” She asks, leaning against the table with an amused little grin.

“Maybe I’ll bite’cha.” You simply reply. And you lean in for a demonstration, muzzle against her neck, teeth tantalizingly close to biting down. “Nomf.” The way she shudders is so satisfying.

“Mrr~ow, nyalright, nyalright.~ Mew’ve made your point, pup,” she concedes, gently pushing you away. “Nhey, what’s myour name?”

“It’s—” You hesitate as your own name crosses your mind. “…Lupa. Call me Lupa.”

“Purr~leasure to meet mew, Lupa. Call me Purriwinkle,” she says, putting a paw to her chin. “Nyaa, I hope we meet again soon. I think I like mew.~” With that, she’s off. There’s something off about her, but you can’t put your paw on why…

You blink.

“What just happened?” You ask. “Did you just—”

“Be the best wingman ever? Pretty much,” she says, putting her paws on her hips. “Dude, we’ve gotta make you less awkward.”

You blush, but you silently agree. The rest of the party goes more smoothly, thankfully. You don’t have any run-ins that’re that awkward, but you find Lupa taking over from time to time as you continue to mingle. After a while, you kinda get used to it. You’ve given out your actual name a few times, but you find that the guests prefer calling you by her name. It probably helps that it’s written on a tag on your tail. You like it, though. You like being Lupa, and you can tell she’s having fun too.

You’re back home before long, and the both of you are laughing as you open the door and shove your way in.

“See? Told you wearin’ me was a good idea!” Lupa’s the happiest she’s ever been, wrapping her arms around herself and guffawing.

“Yeah! God yeah, you were right,” you can’t help but agree. Tonight was the best. There’s a certain spring in your step as you strut along, dragging your claws along the couch. It tears more easily than you expect, but hey. You can fix that later, right?

As you enter your bedroom, you run your paws along your chest.

“Hey, Lu, did I leave the heat on or somethin’?” You ask as you approach the vanity, leaning down to get a look at your face. Gosh, you look good. Your mouth moves as your friend answers.

“No, that’s love my love and adoration for ya’. Oh, and my fur coat. Can’t forget that.”

“Lupaaaaa… Since when were you so sappy?”

“Tsch. Since now I guess.”

You roll your eyes as you reach up to your zipper, but you can’t suppress a chuckle.

“Well, I guess I oughta take you off now, huh? It’s getting really hot in here. In fact, it’d be easy for me to just say you’re hot.”

“…So I’ll say it,” you continue. “You’re really hot.”

The way Lupa twists her face makes you want to grin.

“Oh my god, dude. You’re so corny…” Her words come out as a muffled growl, especially as she puts a paw to her face, but you could feel the way her emotions are mixing and swirling. Her tail fwaps against the bedframe behind you. She’s loving this.

“Corny? Dude, I was born on the cob.” She only grips her face tighter.

“Just get me off already. Please?” She begs as you snicker.

“…I’m gonna ignore the way you phrased that,” you tease, “But you’re right, you’re right, I’ll take you off now…”

Unlike just about everything else you’ve held tonight, your—her zipper feels almost big enough for your paws to properly hold. You turn away from the mirror as you continue to undress. Down the zipper goes, releasing the foggy air inside. Grey paws clutch the sides of your head and pull, separating you from your friend for the first time in hours. You can’t help but take a deep breathe through a mouth that’s well and truly yours. You’d almost forgotten how it felt.

“Honestly, what’s gotten into you?” You hear her ask as you slip your arms out of hers.

“I dunno!” You pull your legs out of hers. “I guess you’ve been rubbing off on me. It feels nice though!”

“Hmph. Yeah, well… You’re—Whoah.” She abruptly trails off as you step out, making your way to the bed.

“Hm?” You look back to see your girlfriend. She’s never looked so stunned before… Caught in the midst of zipping herself up, her wide eye is transfixed on you. Is something on your face? You still feel warm…

“Lupa?” You ask. Is something on your face? Is something behind you? You turn around, and- You do see something—feel something drag against the floor. You keep turning to chase it, grabbing and holding its cream-colored tip in your hands. Speaking of your those…

They’re bigger, puffier, in a way that resembles Lupa’s mitts though not to the same extent. You look at the pink pads of your palms, before flipping your hands to see rusty brown fur. Your gaze trails up your arm, noticing the creamy, off-white fuzz that covers your chest. Whatever happened to you must’ve affected your figure too. Just how much of this bust is really fur?

Almost robotically, you turn to look back at the mirror. A narrower face than you’re used to greets you, and its appearance compels you to walk closer. Soft pads squish underfoot as you get a better look at yourself, absentmindedly tracing the fluff of your cheek with a clawed hand. Oh my god, you have claws now.

The fur on your back starts to bristle as you look more closely. If you squint, you could see just the faintest yellow seam running from your cute little nose up the middle of your face. Seams line your limbs too, segmenting you with little, dotted strips of yellow fabric.

“Um.”

Your ears instinctively swivel towards the voice. You turn and you expect you look way up to see your girlfriend’s face like before, but it seems you’ve gained about a foot in height too. You’re still not as tall as her, but you’re almost there. Immediately, she’s hugging you, squeezing you oh-so-tightly. If you weren’t sure already, the way your body squishes and twists under her grip confirms it. You’re a plush, inside and out.

And it feels good. The way her body feels against yours, fur against fur, it fills a void that you didn’t know you had. You want more of this. Needed it. Your paws flail a bit before they find Lupa’s sides. You cling to her, and you don’t let go.

“---, --- --- ----?”

“Hh—Huh? What?” Deep in yearning, it takes you a moment to register her voice. She lets you go, gently putting her paws on your shoulders.

“I said, are you okay?”

“Yeah—I… I think so,” you reply, keeping your voice as level as possible as you look down at your red-brown thighs.

“A-Are you sure?” she asks. Worry mars her face as you look back up at her. “It’s. It’s okay if you’re mad. Really.”

You blink. “Why would I be mad?”

“Because—You trusted me, and—this happened. I-I don’t know how it happened, but—I feel like I… I breached your trust or somethin’. This wasn’t meant to happen…”

“Lupa, no no, no, it’s okay!” You put your paws up. You lean close, resting them on top of hers. “I kinda, always wanted this in a way.” She blinks.

“Really?”

“Besides, you put a lot of trust in me too. I could tell it wasn’t easy to let me in like that.” You tilt your head, “You must really like me a lot.”

“Um, yeah? How is—What? Of course I like you?” She squints at you. “…Are you sure you’re alright?”

“Uhh, I miiight be a little overwhelmed actually,” You admit with an airy chuckle. You look down at your paws again, flexing your stubby digits, “Not in a bad way though, I think. I’m feeling a lot of things right now, and… Hey, I got you to stop worrying about me, didn’t I?”

You give her a smug little grin, and she hums noncommittally. Does she have something else to say?

“Mm… Hey, what was that you said about always wanting this?”

“Oh, uh…” You feel a knot in your chest. A part of you wondered if she was thinking of saying something else, but you’re too stunned by her question to bring it up. Is this something you wanna answer? You could feel your tail curl up on nervous instinct, laying atop your thighs. Oh god, maybe you’ve said too much. “…Yeah, it’s true.”

The enraptured way she looks at you compels you to continue. “Don’t make me spell it out for you…” You say between grit teeth, “You’re hot, babe. You’re big and soft, you’re caring, and… I kinda wanted that. To be that.” You lean in a little closer, wrapping your paws around one of her arms. It’s so big, and- you venture a few squeezes, telling you what you already knew. It’s so soft…

“…Yeah, guess I am kinda cool, huh?” She cocks her head. You puff your cheeks out and pout. Guess it’s her turn to be a little smug…

“Oh, don’t be like that. C’mon…” She raises her paw, and down it comes, right atop your fluffy head, between those pointy ears. You try to put up a retort but ohhh my god why do you feel so relaxed right now…

“Hhheeyyy~wrrrffhhh…” Your thoughts unravel as soon as they form, and a canine little wuff escapes your lips as her claws dig through your hair. You close your eyes, leaning into her paws as they cup your cheeks.

“Oh, wow. What’s wrong, pup? Don’t tell me this is your first time.~” She teases, puffy blue pawpads caressing the sides of your face. You shudder as doggy instincts wash over you. Your tail straightens out and starts to wag, earning you a heartfelt “Awww~!” from your lover. Plastic claws scritch behind your ears, causing all kinds of gooey feelings to swirl in your head. Is this how Lupa feels all the time…?

You flop against her with a heavy huff, wrapping her arms around her. In turn, her arms slip under yours. Up you go. Your feet leave the ground, and she lifts you into the air until your face is level with hers.

“It’s been a long day, huh?” She asks. You give a tired hum in reply, your flattened ears twitching as they try to stand.

“I can go all night…” You murmur. Lupa gives you a little sigh, before giving you a little peck on the lips.

“I wish. But as much as I wanna show you the ropes of being a wolf, you need your sleep.”

As much as you want to protest, she’s decided for you. Off to bed you go, carried by your underarms. She lets you go once you’re there, freeing you to crawl a little ways before letting yourself drop. Your body feels so light and airy overall, but that only emphasizes the weighted portions you have all the more. You arch your back, letting out a squeaky yawn, splaying your fingers… Laying on your side, your tail lazily curling and uncurling… You’ve really gotten used to this thing.

Lupa isn’t far behind you, sidling up next to you with a soft grunt. Before long, you’re both clinging to each other. Her tail finds yours, and begins to coil. You follow her lead until you’ve formed a loose coil with her. Brown on grey, wolf on wolf, drifting off to sleep.

[chainsawworld]

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[ineed-to-sleep]

So I've had this wip sitting in my folders for months now and decided to ressurect it to satiate the urge to draw these two again

[luck-of-the-drawings]

when i was in highschool one o my biggest coping mechanisms was drawing all the kids i hated getting killed and eaten and killed. and well. time is a slowly ascending spiral. you will find patterns.(i work as a blackjack dealer. gamblers are FASCINATING

[snowflakeb0ttles]

[britneyshakespeare]

without doubt one of the worst things about bratz dolls is that you cannot display them without shoes bc they look weird as fuck. stumpy ass bitches

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

me for the majority of the night:

me remembering that my grandma gave me a quilt that was handmade in the 60s by my great grandma:

[belladonnafleur]

oooo i ate a waffle first thing in the morning and it was so disappointing oooo

[sophiagrimes]

that post from ages ago that was like “you always think you want to skip royals by lorde cus its overplayed until you get to the gold teeth gray goose and then youre stuck because holy shit this song bangs” is how i feel with willow by taylor swift until the more that you say the less i know

[bi-writes]

obsessed with ur mail order bride universe, especially the way simon doesn’t allow her to stay in the cycle of abuse that he grew up in and she clearly is familiar with!!

and also the idea of that tank of a man with a “kiss the cook��� apron and a cat on his shoulder pointing at you to sit down,,,incredible

mail-order bride

you poke your head into the kitchen, watching as simon stands in at the counter, his broad back to you. the cutting board is in front of him, and you can hear him chopping veggies, the pot sizzling as something browns in there.

you're about to walk in further when he starts speaking.

"y'gave y'r mum a scare earlier," simon mutters. "oi, are y'hearin' me? need t'stop goin' outside, yeah? don't wanna keep fuckin' lookin' for ya, and tha's my wife. don't like when she cries."

you let out a little giggle, and when simon turns, you can see the cat sitting at one of the stools next to the counter, head tilted as they listen to simon. he glares at you a little before turning back to cut more celery.

"anything i can help with?" you ask as you come in, and simon just points at the stool next to the cat. you make your way around the counter and take a seat, settling there as you look at simon. he glances up at you momentarily before continuing to chop. "well? what can i do?"

"nothin'," simon murmurs, taking a scoop of veggies and dropping them into the pot. "just needed a better view."

[buckyalpine]

18+ Minors dni. Buckys innocent neighbor who bakes him cookies and muffins just cause. The girl next door who has the coziest apartment he's ever been in. Shelves filled with books along with plenty of comfy blankets decorating the couches. Bucky has his own place right across but home is with her (even if she doesn't know it yet).

She's the type of girl he's going to take his time with, asking her out on a date, just coffee and a walk in the park. Nothing more than a kiss on her cheek at the end of the night. Another date. Dinner. Another kiss to her other cheek. He wouldn't dare rush anything, especially not someone as soft and sweet as her.

He feels like such a dirty little pervert when he thinks about her afterwards when he's alone in bed, all the blood in his body rushing south, and fuck he's so hard. He tries to ignore it, he didn't want to do something so debauched by thinking of her like that, he even tries to think about his grocery list, laundry, he'd probably wash his arm later, it would probably be fine in the dishwasher-

Nothing worked.

He groans, shuffling and kicking his sweats off, hissing when his hand goes down to tug at his aching cock, relief flooding his veins at the sensation. He lets his mind wander to how adorable she'd be, the way he'd take her apart in the most gentle way. Lay her against the pillows while he holds those soft thighs apart, giving her the most feather light suckles on that perfect clit, basking in all the sounds she'd make. He strokes himself faster thinking about the way he'd get her ready to take all of him. How he'd make it so good for her-shit he was going to blow-maybe if he was lucky, one day she'd let him put his cock in her mou-

"Fuck!!" Bucky threw his head back, spurts of cum shooting from his sensitive head, his post orgasm haze leaving him feeling like a filthy old man. She were here making him baked treats and he was jerking his dick off like a sick fuck.

Then the night finally comes. Bucky is ready to cuddle and nothing else but he's thrown off because never in his wildest fantasies did he expect this.

She is the girl who sends him reeling the first time he takes her clothes off one by one revealing dark ink on her back and hips. He has to suppress a growl, his eyes growing wide at the scantily clad lace that covers her body.

"Like what you see, Sergeant?" she practically purrs in his ear while he lets his han ghost over her bare skin, his chest heaving when his eyes fall to her perfect breasts, hints of silver peeking from under her lingerie, there was no way-

"Can I?" He asks breathlessly, his hand reaching behind to unclasp the bra, those pretty pierced nipples begging to be sucked.

Bucky who turns into a fucking menace, his entire world flipping upside down when she grinds down on his crotch not hiding exactly what she needs from him. He doesn't even have the ability to hide how feral he is, letting all his inhibitions slip.

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"My little bunny's a slut, fuck, c'mere" He grabs you and tosses you over his shoulder, hauling you over to his bedroom like an untamed beast, tossing you onto his bed with no remorse. You're in nothing but your panties which he rips right off, your thighs squeezing together at the way he stalks over to you, his hungry eyes raking up and down your body without an ounce of shame. He tugs his sweats down to reveal his leaky cock, stroking it at the edge of his bed after tossing his shirt off.

"See this baby? Been fuckin' stroking and touching myself like a fuckin' teenager because of you-" He throws off his pants before climbing onto the bed and kneeling between your thighs, spreading them apart with his knees, "-and you've been here lookin' like God damn sin under those cute little sweaters"

He flicks his cockhead against your clit, humming at the clear beads of his arousal that drip onto your cunt.

"Fuck James, need more, pl-"

"Nuh uh, what was that you called me earlier, sweets?" He lets out a dark chuckle, the veins in his cock throbbing as he tightly holds the base, waiting to hear it again.

"Sergeant" you whine with mischief in your eyes and Bucky is a goner. He'll taste you later and most definitely feed you his cock another day but right now he wants to be nowhere else other than your pussy. He wants to watch you take every bit of him, rolling over to lay on his back while you straddle him, his length slotted against your cunt. He holds it up for you with a cocky look on his face, moaning when his tip breeches your tight pussy, your walls gripping his swollen, pink head.

"That's just the tip baby, c'mon, sit on it, wanna put all of my dick in you, that's it, good girl-shittt"

"Oh fuccckk,s'big" You moan feeling the stretch as you sink all the way down, panting and staying still while you adjust to his size.

"That's it bunny, that's it, ride me, ride your Sergeant" He grabs you by the hips, guiding you to grind down on him, making you feel his entire cock in your stomach. "You're a slut for big dick aren't you baby, acting all cute and shy when all you really wanted was the winter soldier's cock"

Bucky wasn't even sure where all the filth spewing from his mouth was even coming from but he couldn't stop.

"S'that it bunny? Say it baby, tell me how much you wanted my fat cock in you"

"Wanted it! F-cuk Sergeant, wanted your cock s-o-so bad!!"

"Fuck yes!!" His feet plant to meet your bounces, his hips thrusting up, slamming his entire length into you. "M'close, fuck bunny, gonna cum already, I can't hold it-

He doesn't have time to be embarrassed. You feel to good. He rubs your clit needing you to cum all over him so he can let go.

"Please, cum all over Sergeants cock baby, give it to me, be a good girl n'cum, c'mon, cum on my dick, yes, oh fuck yes I can feel it-milk it, shit touch my balls-"

You nearly collapse as your orgasm starts to wash over you, his sponge head hitting the most sensitive parts against your walls while he toys with your clit. His voice is muffled as you start to feel waves of pleasure consume you but you head just enough to reach behind, rubbing his heavy, so full of cum ba-

"FUUUCCCCKKK" He grabs you and wraps his arms around your body while he relentlessly thrusts up, biting down on your shoulder while he lets out the sluttiest, loudest moan with 0 remorse. It feels too good and he's sure the neighbors can hear but honestly, everyone should know how amazing it feels.

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"I got you pretty baby" Bucky coos as you nuzzle into the crook of his neck, a shiver running through you while you float in bliss. Bucky pulls the covers up, deciding to cuddle up with you for a bit before running a shower, his previous demeanor replaced with the far less debauched version of him.

Anyway, just an idea. Also, it's past my bedtime.

[shybluebirdninja]

Clawsome Dad

Summary: When Logan mistakenly thinks you’re pregnant (you're not), he gets way too excited about baby names and starts building a baby-proof bunker in the backyard.

Pairing            : Mutant!Logan Howlett x Wife!Human-reader

Note                : fluff

It all started with Logan catching you looking at a baby onesie at the store—once. You didn’t even touch the thing, just smiled at it for like, two seconds before moving on to the checkout. But that was enough for Logan. His superhuman reflexes missed nothing. You hadn’t even gotten through the door before he had this weird look on his face—half intense, half like he was about to tear through the drywall with his claws.

“Babe?” he asked, voice low, as if he were interrogating a witness. “Is there somethin’ you wanna tell me?”

You blinked at him, setting down the groceries. “Uh… no?”

Logan stepped closer, sniffing the air around you. You rolled your eyes. This man and his feral senses. “You’re sure? Nothin’... different?” he pressed, like he was waiting for you to drop some major bombshell.

“I’m sure, Logan. What’s with the third degree? Did I do something?” you asked, confused.

Then it hit you. His eyes flickered to your stomach, and you nearly choked.

Oh hell no.

“Wait, wait, wait,” you held up your hand, waving off the insanity that was clearly brewing in his head. “I am not pregnant.”

Logan frowned, not entirely convinced. “But you were lookin’ at that baby crap in the store—”

“I looked at a onesie for two seconds, Logan! It was cute, that’s all! Doesn’t mean I’m knockin’ out kids tomorrow!” you laughed, but the man didn’t seem amused.

“No baby?” he repeated, brows knitting together like he wasn’t entirely sure you knew how your own body worked.

“NO baby, Logan. Geez,” you reiterated, shaking your head, but the damage was already done.

Over the next couple of days, things got weird. He started acting real strange—asking you about baby names out of nowhere while you were brushing your teeth.

“Thoughts on ‘James Jr.’?” he muttered casually, mid-toothbrush stroke.

You spat out toothpaste, staring at him through the mirror. “James Jr.? Are you serious?”

Logan shrugged. “Seems practical. What, you don’t like it?”

“I—Logan, we are not naming a non-existent kid right now. Where’s this comin’ from?” You were barely containing your laughter. The man could take down an entire squad of bad guys without breaking a sweat, but the idea of potential parenthood had him spiraling into this dad mode that was both terrifying and hilarious.

The worst of it came when you caught him in the backyard, shirtless, sweat dripping, hammering away at something… with adamantium claws fully out. It was definitely not a normal Saturday activity, even for Logan.

“What the hell are you doing?” you asked, hands on your hips as you watched him drive metal sheets into the ground like a crazed man.

“Buildin’ a bunker,” he replied gruffly, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“A what?”

“A baby-proof bunker. Ain’t no kid of mine growin’ up in a death trap house,” Logan muttered, slamming another panel into place. “This world’s dangerous, and that’s just the neighbors.”

You stared at him, dumbfounded. “You—what? Baby-proof… Logan, we don’t even have a baby.”

Logan stopped hammering for a second, looking at you like you were the one missing something here. “But we might, right? Gotta be prepared.”

You slapped your forehead, trying not to lose it. “Prepared for what? An apocalypse where the baby needs a bunker to survive? Babe, seriously, there’s no baby. You don’t need to go full Rambo on the backyard.”

“I’m always prepared,” he grumbled, but there was a glint of uncertainty in his eyes. You could tell he wasn’t ready to back down, though. Logan was never the type to half-ass anything—especially not something he deemed necessary.

By now, the neighbors had definitely noticed. Old Mrs. Jenkins from next door was peeking over the fence with a terrified expression. She whispered something about Logan being a “madman,” which wasn’t entirely untrue in this case.

You sighed, walking up to him and grabbing the hammer from his hand. “Alright, Mr. Clawhammer, we’re done here. Come inside before you scare the rest of the neighborhood.”

Logan hesitated, claws still out. “But—”

“No buts, babe. Unless you’re ready to explain to Mrs. Jenkins why you’re preparing for baby Armageddon, you’re gonna stop now,” you said firmly, dragging him toward the house. “I swear, the last thing we need is for someone to call the cops on your baby-proofing bunker. We’re not even pregnant!”

He let out a gruff noise, retracting his claws with a reluctant snikt. “You sure ‘bout that?” he asked, still looking unconvinced as you pushed him through the door.

You smacked his arm lightly. “Yes, I’m sure. But if I ever do get pregnant, I’m not raising a kid in a damn underground fortress like we’re in some post-apocalyptic wasteland, got it?”

Logan smirked, the edge of his grumpy attitude softening. “Fine, no bunker. But I ain’t changin’ my mind on James Jr.”

“Ugh, you’re impossible.”

“And you love it,” he shot back with a cocky grin.

[darnell-la]

𝗜'𝗟𝗟 𝗚𝗜𝗩𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗪𝗔𝗡𝗧

pairing: old man!logan howlett x young female!reader

warnings: staring, rude people in public, Logan with no emotion, begging, oral (male receiving), riding, doggy, neck kisses, slightly forced cream pie, multiple orgasm, moans from both sides, very rough sex, angry animalistic Logan, etc.

request: Hi! I love your work, Could I request Oldman!Logan x young fem!reader (22 years) that has a baby fever and really wants to have Logan's baby (also to shut the mouths of those who make fun of her dating an older man), she decides to prepare a surprise for him so that he can get her pregnant soon. Reader is needy and Logan is rude.

note: Logan as always is mean and an over-thinker, but he can’t seem to not give what his perfect girl wants. A breeding session.

teaser - Logan gets kinda subby in here. can’t stop cumming…

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How do you guys feel about an X-Men story with the reader? Logan is rude Logan at first, then slowly shows small affection towards the reader. Jealousy and things of that sort. They soon hit it off, and after Logan starts acting rude again because he’s scared of the love he grew for her. It’ll be a long story, but something to read at night. ALL ON WATTPAD! Comment below, please!

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“Stop gettin’ in your feelings, Bub. They ain’t gon stop,” Logan said, talking about the people looking their way in the expensive restaurant Logan decided to take y/n out at.

“But, isn’t it rude? Why do they care so much about who I’m with? Or who you’re with!?” Y/n tried whispering and keeping her facial expressions normal. She didn’t want them to know she was bothered, but it wasn’t hard to see.

“Just relax, Bub — Ain’t nun gon happen with a few eyes lookin’ attcha,” Logan had picked up the menu to continue searching through what he wanted to order for himself and his girl.

“Are you two ready, or shall you get more time?” The man asked in an accent that made Logan roll his eyes. “Just appetizers for now. Gonna get the cheese bites with a side of marinara sauce, and two Caesar salads,”

“And drinks?” The waiter asked as he looked at y/n, wanting to hear the young lady talk as he was done listening to the older grumpy man.

“I’ll have a whiskey, no ice, and she’ll have water for now,” Logan ordered for her, eyes still on the menu as y/n faked a bright smile on her face so at least one of them looked like they wanted to be here.

“Are you sure that’s all you want? We have a lot of cocktails. Even mocktails if you’re not feeling alcohol going lady,” Logan laughed at the small sign the water gave. They always go.

“She’s fine, trust me,” Logan said, leaning his girl from head to toe. He knew her like a book. He knew her life at the back of his hands. He loved showing it too.

“I’m fine, thank you,” y/n smiled at the man as he looked at Logan. He wanted to speak, say something, but he couldn’t. Logan wasn’t actually doing anything to make the man complain.

“Get a load of that guy,” y/n rolled her eyes as he walked off. “Yep,” Logan said, not really caring. “Why are you always so calm? He was disrespecting us. Disrespecting you,” y/n said, confused about why the man never cared.

“I’m still alive, aren’t I? You’re making it seem like that fetus of a man shot at me,” y/n rolled her eyes and sat back as she crossed her arms, upset at the lack of care Logan had. She felt like she was the only one who cared about things.

Throughout the night, Logan made small talk with y/n to ease her mood. She tried to stay upset at the man, but the hand grabs, foot nudges, and complements made her melt

“Said you had a surprise for me, Bub?” Logan asked as the two made it into the hotel that Logan bought for the night. The top floor had a good view, a view he knew y/n would love.

“Yeah, but I thought we were going back to the house,” y/n pouted, a bit tipsy as Logan carried her through the door. “I know, and I apologize, princess. If you left it at the house, you can give it to me tomorrow. Or I can go get it now?” Logan suggested.

“No, no, you don’t have to do all that. I-I got it. I got it,” Y/n said as she kicked her heels off and walked towards the bed with Logan.

He had a few drinks, but that never affected him. She prayed it would tonight so she wouldn’t have to work hard, but she’ll deal with it.

Y/n knows Logan’s a hard one to crack, but the man loved her. He’s so anything for her, so a long session of begging or anything of that sort, would make him crack. Only for her.

“Get comfortable — I’ll be back,” Y/n said as she stumbled to the bathroom. Logan chuckled as he got undressed, already knowing y/n wanted to have sex. She always does, and he never says no.

Y/n didn’t take long to get stripped and walk out of the bathroom slowly. The lights were dim, and Logan sat up against the headboard of the bed, legs spread and waiting for his perfect girl.

“I-I know you’re against it, and I know you always shut me down, but tonight is special. I-I really, really want you tonight,” Y/n said, slowly crawling on the bed as Logan’s chest rose.

“You always get me, Bub, so what’s there to beg about?” Logan said as he rubbed his thighs. “I want you to cum in me,” y/n looked at him with those eyes he could barely say no to.

“Y/n, don’t start tonight. Ian tryna ruin the night,” Logan has rolled his eyes with a sigh. “Baby, please,” y/n begged, trailing her hands up his legs until they were mid-thigh.

“Keep beggin’ for that shit, and ima turn around and go to sleep,” Logan warned the girl, but she ignored him and put his cock in her hand. “C’mon, daddy, please,” y/n said, bringing out the word she used in once in a blue moon.

“Nah uh, get off, y/n. I told you what was gonna happen-“ Before he could finish, y/n wrapped her wet mouth around his tip, sucking down hard as her tongue moved up and down his slit.

“F-Fuck,” Logan’s legs shook as he gripped the sheets. “Y/n, remove your fucking mouth,” Logan demanded, but she ignored him, looking into his angry dark eyes as she slipped down onto his cock, taking all the inches in that she could.

“Y-Y/n!” The man groaned loudly, hips bucking as his hand went to her hair, pulling her up to get her off, but not strong enough. He was physically stronger than her, so she knew if he wanted her off, he’d get her off.

“Fuckin- Fuck, you’re so fuckin’ bad,” Logan said as his other hand cupped her cheek. “But you take my cock so well,” Logan admitted with a chuckle as he slowly began moving her head at a pace he wanted her to suck in.

“Always so fuckin’ needy — Needy little slut can’t just enjoy my cock. Always needs my cum to satisfy her,” Logan said, now moving his hips, allowing his cock to thrust up into her throat.

“That’s it, kid — Fuckin’ suck me up since you want it so bad. You ain’t gettin’ it in that cunt. You ain’t earn it yet,” Logan said, watching spit spill from her mouth.

Y/n did her best to look up and into his eyes. Her was glossy, streaming tears as he grew dark. He couldn’t hold back his deep groan at the sight of her taking his cock like this.

“Don’t fuckin’ look at me like that,” Logan said, getting angry at her. He hated how bad she was, but loved that she’d do anything to get what she wanted from him.

“Fuckin’ brat,” Logan growled, snapping his hips faster to make her gag and cough on his cock. Maybe if she was too busy trying to focus on taking him, she’d stop silently begging for him to breed her.

It’s not like the man didn’t want to. He was just insecure. Yeah, he and y/n had been dating for a while, but the people roaming about are right. At least that’s what he thought at the time.

What if he is too old for her? He’d basically be baby-trapping her if he gave her what she wanted. He swore she’d regret it.

He forced himself to think that way, but every time y/n took his cock, rather that was with her mouth, cunt, ass, or anything, she’s beg him to breed her. Something in him knew she wanted it, but the other part held him back.

“Fuck, y/n, stop it! Stop fucking looking at me like that!” Logan shouted at the girl, an animalistic tone slipping out as he fucked her throat.

Y/n didn’t stop. She continued, whether her eyes could barely stay on him or not, she kept looking up at him, begging him to breed her.

“Y/n, I can’t — I fucking can’t,” the man had thrown his head back, whining as he felt himself near. He’s me we did that before, but him trying to yell her no but also seeing her beg, was too much for him. He was overstimulated by his thoughts.

Y/n slapped Logan’s hands off of him and quickly crawled onto him. She grabbed his cock and aligned herself with him before sitting down.

The moan that escaped her mouth made his eyes widen. “F-Fuck, kid, stop it!” Logan said, but his hands came to her waist and kept her in place. She tried to bounce, but he didn’t even allow her to do that.

Logan’s feel curled as his fingernails dug into her sides, causing her to feel in pain, but also pleasure. “Do it, daddy, please,” was all had to say on his cock before he jumped over the edge.

Logan’s mouth parted as his whole body stuttered. No noises came from his mouth for a second as y/n felt his warm seed coat her walls.

“Yes! Yes, daddy, yes!” Y/n cried out with happiness before she buried her face into the crook of his neck, sucking into his skin hard. That pulled all of his groans and moans out.

Logan’s hands wrapped around the girl's back and waist, pulling her into his body as she grinned against his pelvis, letting her swollen bud feel all the affection it needed.

“Please, more, Logan. Please. Please,” y/n continued rubbing against him as her whole body felt numb. She was going to cum, and Logan knew it. Damn her.

“Fuck, kid — F-Fuck,” Logan’s legs kicked as he tried keeping himself in, but he couldn’t. She squeezed him so hard for him not to do what she’d been begging for, for the longest.

“Y/n,” Logan’s voice cracked as his nails broke the skin on the young girl's back and waist. “Yes, yes!” Y/n almost cried as her body kicked up and she came, sucking the man too hard. To damn hard.

Logan’s mouth parted once again as his eyes crossed, feeling too much pleasure as he spilled into y/n for the second time and took the love bites y/n gave him on his neck.

Logan was pissed. He was so damn pissed at y/n for not listening to him. He wanted to punish her, but how? How could he after he bred her? He wouldn’t be able to pull out. And fuck a condom. He was fucked. He broke the promise he kept to himself. He really fucking loves her to let her do this to him.

“You’re so fuckin’ bad, y/n,” Logan breathed out into y/n’s ear, alarming her. He wasn’t relaxed. He was angry. “You like gettin’ what you want?” The man asked as he slowly lifted y/n off of him. She was being held in the air.

“Then ima give you what you fucking want,” before y/n knew what he meant, the man flipped the two, allowing him to hover over her.

“S-Sorry, I just- I really needed you. I-I love you so much, and I-I — I want you to give me a baby. I-If you don’t want it, I-I’ll just take the plan b tomorrow. I promise,” y/n couldn’t stop stuttering.

She felt a slight fear. She knew how Logan got, and now that he’d already come in her, he’d be worse.

“Fuck that plan b. You wanna baby? Then deal with the fucking consequences,” Logan turned y/n around and forced her onto her hands and knees. Before she could process anything, he plunged into her.

“Fuuck!” Y/n screamed at the new angle and the hard thrust. “Shut the fuck up, and take it,” the man groaned as a hand came down on her ass. “Take my fuckin’ kid, since you wasn’t em so damn bad,” he added.

Y/n cried into the sheets, thinking he couldn’t fuck her hard until his claws came out. He’d never done this before, but she knew what he was up to.

The man’s claws punched into the wall right in front of the two. He gripped tightly, making sure he wasn’t going anywhere before he pounded her into the mattress.

The young girl's neck and back belt pain. He was breaking her and didn’t care. She wanted this.

“Lot,” y/n whined, not being able to say what she had to say. She was beyond fucked. “Don’t worry, Bub — You’re gonna make a damn good mom,” Logan said, making sure she knew he was up for this.

Y/n slightly smiled as her cunt quivered, finally letting out another orgasm as her eyes closed. “S-So good,” she said as she slipped away. “I know, baby — I know,” the man growled.

Logan never stopped his thrust, making sure she’d feel the soreness when she woke up. And the loads he was going to leave in her.

[eph3merall]

dealer!chris x innocent!bff!reader <3

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"yeah, s'okay mum," your voice is soft in the quiet of chris' room, lounging on his bed with your legs tucked to the side of you. a blanket lays over your legs, nodding your head softly when your mom says something back.

chris is pretending to not care. he's pretending to not listen in to your quiet voice, thumb mindlessly scrolling through his instagram. posts from his best friends, from his brothers, some posts from the chick he hooked up with a week ago. with a double tap on the post, he left her a like and commented a few heart eye emojis.

"no, 'm at a friends house," a pleasant call from your mom had you smiling—eyes crinkling at the corners and lips curling up. she's asked about school and how you've been in general, if you're up to anything. the topic of your living space came up and she questioned if you've been socializing more lately.

"no not maya's— i'm not even friends with her any– no it isn't lilah either.. mom," you're sighing as the sound of your mother's exasperated voice fills your ear. she keeps on listing off names, multiple of which you've forgotten or haven't spoken to in years.

you sit up a little, shoulders slumping gently as you flick your eyes towards chris. the back of his chair is facing you so you can't see what he's doing—but you hear the subtle click of a lighter and soon smoke is drifting up into the air.

"his name is chris. y'know. the guy i told you about? his brother nick introduced us—yes.. nick has brothers," you keep talking. chris listens. he doesn't catch every word though, having ended up zoning out for a second or getting caught up in his texts or something on his phone.

his chair creaks as he gets up from it, blunt in hand as he eyes you on his bed. you two lock eye contact before you just sigh at the sound of your mother rambling. "no, no he's a good guy. we're friends, mum, stop. yeah, no—okay, i gotta go. i'll call you soon."

you're blinking rapidly and sighing once you hang up, relaxing back against chris' headboard. he couldn't help but snort at your words, 'a good guy.' yeah, alright. he brings the blunt back up to his lips as he stalks towards you, taking a seat on the edge of his bed and reaching for a pair of shoes.

smoke filters out of his lips as he glances back to you and gives you a knowing look. "what's up w'you? lookin' all.. upset or somethin'. were y'not happy to talk to your mom or..?" his brows furrow slightly and he just blinks at you as you shrug a shoulder.

"she just kept questioning me about you. like, she kept asking me if we were dating. and like, it's annoying you know?" chris just snorts and turns his head back, sliding his shoes on and lacing them up. he was gonna head out to meet up with matt and nate, go to a party to make some money or something.

"didn't tell your mum i was a drug dealer, huh? big bad chris isn't a good influence on sweet lil—" you're shoving his shoulder playfully and shaking your head as a grunt sounds from him. settling back onto his bed, the image of him finally catches up to you as you see him in a pair of blazers and a hat fixed on top of his head.

"where are you going? thought we were gonna watch a movie or something," your brows furrow in confusion, staring up at him through your lashes. chris glanced back at you for one second before looking away quickly, letting the blunt hang out of his mouth in between his lips. fuck you for being so cute.

"yeah, i know. sorry baby, matt n' nate invited me to go to some house party," your cheeks involuntarily heat up at the pet name, even if you know he just lets it slip sometimes and it isn't anything special. rings of smoke waft up into the air as chris speaks, your nose scrunching at the smell as you frown in disappointment.

"oh," was all you managed for a second. you were kind of looking forward to finally getting to hang out with your best friend. alone. only for him to blow you off and say he's going somewhere. chris is at house parties almost every day every single week, why can't he just spare one extra day for his best friend?

at least, you hope he sees you as his best friend.

"well, can i go w'you?" the words are out of your mouth before you register what you said. horrible idea, actually. you hate parties. the loud music and sweaty bodies were always too much, and your parents always told you to stay away from people who did drugs or got wasted every day. and people at parties did that, a lot.

chris just blinks at you slowly, hands shoved into the pockets of his sweatpants. until he just nods and shrugs a shoulder, hand reaching up to grasp the blunt to take another huff.

"if y'wanna.. sure. hurry up n' put your shoes on, don't got all day kid."

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@ferdzom @st7rnioioss @sturniolosarethebest

©eph3merall 2024

[mywritersmind]

LITTLE BLACK DRESS - LN4

halloween special

summary : loosely based on little black dress by 1D😊 happy halloween my horny bffs

listen up : kissing, yelling… him being horny. lando x fewtrell!reader

word count : 1655

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She's always been beautiful. She’s the sort of pretty that when she walks into the room, everyone’s head turns toward her.

Today though… shit. She looks straight up sexy.

Max punches me in the arm, realizing I'm not paying attention to whatever he’s saying. But I can’t stop looking at her, long legs and a tiny black dress is all I can see.

As she gets closer, her hair bouncing with every step, I realize that it’s the type of hunger that will only be satisfied by my lips on hers.

There is one slight issue, though. “Sis!” Max grins, messing up her hair as she pushes him away, “Nice costume. You get it half off?”

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you

“You're so turning into our dad!” I roll my eyes at Max as he laughs and whips his arm around me, pulling me into a forgiving half hug. He's the mad hatter, cute since I saw Pierta in her Alice costume a few minutes ago.

I scrunch my face up before looking up at Lando. God… Lando. His eyes are practically setting me on fire, looking up and down my body. He's a skeleton.

Looking ridiculous hot in all black, his costume is made by the makeup on his face. An illusion of bones with black and white.

“Hi, Lando. Happy Halloween” I say sweetly as he brings his cup to his painted lips.

“Lookin good, Y/n.” He gives me a slight smirk and I can feel Max’s annoyance before he starts complaining.

“Lando. No!” Max says as if he’s some sort of dog.

“I didn’t do anything!” He puts his hands up in defense before looking at me, “Want a drink?” I flash him a smile, fangs and all. He raises a brow at my favorite bit of my costume.

A vampire is not basic, It’s classic!

“She wants nothing from your grubby hands!” Max says immediately, his mad hatter hat tilting on his curls.

“Grubby!?” Lando scoffs as I laugh, but I see my friend in the crowd and squeal, leaving them both.

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lando

How weird would it be if I said I want her to bite me? Fuck, it sounds weird doesn’t it? I don’t care. She’s been dancing with P for the past thirty minutes, downing at least two drinks and moving her ass in a way that should be illegal.

There’s fake blood on her chest and mouth. A mouth I'm desperate to kiss.

I’ve known her forever, and I would never admit it to Max… but I've always had a bit of a thing for her. How do you tell your protective best friend that you’re hot for his younger sister?

The answer is that you don’t.

But this feels different. We’re older, we’re both hotter, and I swear I saw her checking me out.

Max has disappeared and there’s a girl by my side in an instant. I take one look at her, get disappointed that she’s not Y/n, and leave.

I spot her at the bar.

I tug on her hair and she lets out a little scream before she turns and sees me. Her mouth contorts into a mischievous smirk, her nose scrunching. “Two vodka shots.” I nod at the bartender, standing close to her. “I like your costume.”

She looks bored, “Think I look hot?” When she turns to get my reaction I just tilt my head a bit, biting back a smile. She knows I do.

“Well I think yours is a bit underwhelming.” She sighs as I scoff.

“Hey- P spent an hour on this!” she giggles, “What would you rather me be?”

She thinks for a moment as the bartender slides us the shots, “Hmm… a driver?” Her body shifts towards me, holding up the vodka and smiling innocently.

“Very funny.” I take my own shot, tapping the table and downing it without breaking eye contact.

“You here alone?”

She leans against the bar, “Nope… my friends are here somewhere.” She breaks eye contact, surveying the packed crowd.

I lean in closer, “I mean did you come here with a guy?”

She narrows her eyes at me, “No.”

I can’t help but smile, teasing her is my favorite activity. “You open to leaving with one?”

She blinks, biting her bottom lip, “Lando…” I know i’m playing with fire but I don’t care.

“What?” I say innocently, “For safety reasons.”

She lets out a little laugh, “I’m not fucking you in the name of safety.” I frown.

“You’re losing your little flirty spark, Fewtrell.” I lean closer, my arm resting on the bar, “You grow up, finally?”

“I grew up.” She nods, “But I'll never lose my spark.” She looks offended, my eyes flick down to her body… her chest… her lips.

“Prove it.” Her hand goes to her hip.

“You gonna flirt with me all night or actually make a move?” Spark is still there. 1000% still there because the way she’s leaning into me makes me hard.

I glance at the people drinking and dancing, seeing Max instantly in his hideous hat. He's not looking at us, but I know he’s gotten a vibe tonight when I was staring at Y/n’s ass.

“You really want me to make a move in front of your brother?” I ask her and I can tell she’s torn.

Y/n has always been close to Max, but she was always known to be troublesome. I liked her more for it. She would sneak guys in when their parents were away and Max would always call me, purposefully being loud about how much he could bench to scare the guy away.

“Let’s dance.” My hand slips to her waist, tugging her closer. She gives me another suspicious look, “Come on… I wanna see the way you move for me.”

She rolls her eyes, “Take you and your one liners somewhere else.” She starts walking away, but I follow.

“Don’t act like you don’t love it.” I take her hand finally, tugging her into the crowd and pulling her close to me.

“Don’t act like you don’t get off on it.” I bite the inside of my cheek as her hand moves to my neck and into my hair.

“You’re so fucking hot.” I should probably think twice about telling this to my best friend's sister, but why lie?

She throws her head back, laughing. She shakes her head and keeps dancing. The neon lights swirl around us as people push and scream over the music. I can practically feel the djs mix in my body.

Y/n’s hand goes to the back of my head again, standing on her toes to yell in my ear. “I don’t want to smudge your makeup.” I think I'm about to faint.

I shake my head, making her look at me in the eye to make sure she’s serious. She’s staring up at me, a brow quirked as if she’s daring me.

My lips are on hers embarrassingly fast.

Gripping her waist, I slip my tongue in her mouth. The fake fangs scrape against me but I'm too focused on her so close to me to care.

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you

I've spent an unhealthy amount of time wondering what it would be like to kiss Lando. Now I know that my younger self was completely wrong.

He’s possessive and rough, holding me close and sliding his hand up my body, to my neck. He tastes like makeup and alcohol, my hands holding his neck and tugging at his shirt.

It’s too loud for him to hear me say his name. He bites my lip and I let out an involuntary whine. He's smirking against me when I tug his shirt, pulling back.

I smile at him, catching my breath for a second just to make sure this is real. “I love this song.” It's ‘little black dress’ by one direction. The song that I played every day of my teenage years whenever Max and Lando were bugging me.

I laugh, leaning back as he rests his head on my shoulder, pressing a kiss to my skin. I turn his head to face me again, kissing him softly. “Maybe I'd be okay with going home to a guy.” I say in his ear.

“You better be talking about me.” His face is serious but I can’t help but laugh, slapping his arm before kissing him again.

“Of course it’s you, muppet.” I’m kissing him again. I get lost in a haze of smoke and music, melting into him as he breathes against me.

He’s kissing my neck now, moving his hand down past my back. Then he’s gone.

He’s off me in a second, “What. The. Fuck!?” It’s Max. “No! No! No!” He looks like he’s about to kill Lando.

“Hey…” I think Max it’s going to be okay until a smirk breaks out on Lando’s stupid face. “What if I told you I'm really drunk?”

Max’s fists clench, “Lando-” He turns to me, looking pissed off, “I can’t even with you!”

I push my hair back, shrugging and wiping my mouth. I look at Lando who’s about to laugh, his mouth is smudged with blood, black paint, lipstick.

“My sister!?” He yells, getting the attention of few around us.

“I- Okay look! I didn’t. I mean! Yeah… She’s hot!” he goes through options, clearing giving up as he looks at me. Max loses it then, “Yup!” Lando turns and fucking bolts.

Max is screaming and i’m laughing, it’s almost too comedic. The crowd basically parts as Lando hurries past, my brother chasing after his best friend.

When they’re about to be out of view, Lando turns, “Yo, Vamp!” He calls out, running backwards with a scared and mischievous expression on his face. He brings a hand to his head, mimicking a phone before breaking out into a grin, “Call me!”