#spaghetti (food fantasy)

[dappersheep]

I finally had time to finish this! I saw a picture on a tumblr I follow that I really, really liked the style of so I tried to emulate it the best I can.

A teeny, tiny gift for myself during this special month and as a celebratory thing for finally going through with that examination exam (failed, but it was highly expected anyway)

[criminaldoenjangjjigae]

Um I- uh, there's really no way to put this is there uh-

[not-quite-there-myself]

PHYSICAL TOUCH

Various from Arcana Twilight, Food Fantasy, and Twisted Wonderland; featured in alphabetical order. These ones are purely romantic, characters may be mentioned multiple times.

They aren't huge on it, and most times they may absolutely detest anyone touching them so intimately. Even a light graze of the hand might rub them the wrong way. If it comes to you though? They'll think about it. Maybe they won't mind feeling your hands interlock with theirs. Maybe they won't mind your hands combing through their hair. Maybe they won't mind receiving a hug from behind... and maybe they won't mind giving you one in return, either. The thought certainly doesn't seem to bother them as much as they think it does. Maybe, just maybe, they'll make an exception. But only this once. And only if it's you. And you better not tell anyone.

Azul Ashengrotto, B-52, Idia Shroud, Oyster, Riddle Rosehearts, Sebek Zigvolt, Soufflé, Vega

They don't mind it at all. In fact, they might've been waiting for you to talk about it. If it's something you mention, especially if it's something you like and want, they're absolutely willing to indulge you and try it out. Hand holding, hugs, cuddling, kisses... anything you ask is their command. They might be a little clumsy and inexperienced, or they might be a natural. Regardless, you appreciate them for reciprocating the energy and affection, and the both of you love it.

Arcturus, Coffee, Deuce Spade, Jade Leech, Jamil Viper, Malleus Draconia, Silver, Spaghetti, Spica, Tiramisu, Trey Clover, Whiskey

Oh, they absolutely adore it. They'd hug you, hold your hand, play with your hair, even just rest their hand on your waist, they can and will use any excuse they can get to touch you, as long as you don't mind it either. They might already be somewhat touchy, but knowing that you like it almost as much as they do makes them feel a certain way. Somehow they feel more secure when you're in their arms. The ability to hold someone so close that you can hear their heartbeat means so much to them, and though they might not say it always—or at all—they'd be over the moon if that's something you'd like to do.

Alpheratz, Beer, Bloody Mary, Chocolate, Floyd Leech, Kalim Al Asim, Leona Kingscholar, Pollux, Rook Hunt, Sirius, Soufflé

divider by @/inklore on Tumblr

[maplebean2003]

Inspired by @cookingmywaythroughcarryon 's rats post below

These were SO good and I wanna make them again haha! <3

[steevejr]

uses my religious studies/anthropology degree to criticize another writer’s divine pantheon worldbuilding. WHERE IS THE FOOD AND THE KILLING‼️‼️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️ WHERE IS THE NEGATIVE ASSOCIATION⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️

[foodfan-stuff]

I can’t get over how pathetic he looks in his 5⭐️ skin oml

[swimminginlakes]

My beautiful wonderful amazing man made me spaghetti with wild garlic pesto 🤤

I love him so so so so so much ❤️ it was the best

[otakuprincess88]

🍝Spaghetti (Food Fantasy)🍝

[hyuny-bunny]

｡⋆˚ hot springs ｡⋆˚｡⋆. HH (ft LK)

part II (under the stars one shot series)

pairing: hyunjin x fem!reader

synopsis: after last night, hyunjin decides to surprise with a hot spring! some one on one time with your completely "platonic" not-at-all-horn-dog-friend would be a great way to relax

MNDI 18+: boob play, outdoor sex, unprotected p in v, kissing, groping, cream pie, fem!reader

part i

the morning haze was bad. at first, you thought it surely must've been a dream until you could still feel the remnants of the night before stick to your underwear as you began to shift in your spot. both minho and hyunjin must've already gotten up for the day seeing as you were the only one still in the bed. you reach for your phone on the night stand only to find that it's only 8am. where could they have gone so early? your question was answered when hyunjin walked into the tent with a bowl of fruit and hot tea in hand. while he wasn't a morning person seeing him up this early and much less the smiley, was an unexpected sight.

"morning, sleeping beauty."

"morning, wasn't that your nickname?"

"i think it's much more fitting for you." he hands the bowl of fruit and hot tea to you "here, it's all we have for breakfast right now. apparently we're missing an entire cooler of food so minho and chan left to grab more before we all start to eat each other for survival."

you laugh both at thought and possible reality of it. it's still quite cold out but nearly as bad as last night.

"sleep well?" the question has you choking on the tea, both from the sip and inhalation of air. hyunjin only laughs before hand you a napkin to pat yourself dry.

"i slept just fine, you two are like heaters anyways so staying warm through the night was no problem..." you trail off not wanting to make things awkward at the mention of last night.

"oh, is that all we are now? body's to keep you warm? glad you slept well considering you knocked out like a light after you came all over my hand."

"hyunjin!" you swat a pillow at him, covering your face to hide the rising blush in your face. he laughs at your reaction before pulling your hands into his.

"relax, it's friends helping friends right? i have a surprise for you so get changed." he looks at you with sweet eyes, as much as he loved teasing, he really did care for you deep down. it was just his flirty way to make you as flustered as he could, it did wonders for his ego when it was you. "bring something you can get wet in."

you move to swat at him again.

"I didn't mean it that way ! stop being so horny for a sec, i just meant a swimsuit if you brought one," he says once more while bringing his arms up in defense.

-

it would only be the two of you as the other four opted in to stay watching the camp site for when the chan & minho returned from the store. it was about a 30 minute or so hike along the mountain, add another 15 minutes as hyunjin deemed it necessary to bring his disposable camera, capturing every sight that he wanted to have forever including a few candids of you. the hike was worth the reward once you stopped upon the surprise, a hot spring.

the trees hung low covering the hidden hot spring. it was almost like a cavern carved on the side of the mountain, another steam of water flowing by. the orange and green leaves covered the ground where you stood, moss covering the walls against the rocks that walled in the hot spring. it was truly something straight out of a fantasy book.

"how did you even find this ?!" you asked as you both began settling your things down.

"i do my research. you think i'd agree to camping without finding something mildly relaxing to do?"

"touché." you pulled your clothes in to a neat pile, sweater stacked on top of sweats and thick fluffy socks to put on top. fortunately, you did bring a swimsuit. it was a basic one piece with a v cut and spaghetti straps. it made your boobs look great and complimented your figure. you turn around just in time to see hyunjin pulling his shirt over his head already in swim trucks, it was sickening how hot he looked pulling that shirt off. he smirks at you with a raised eye brow causing you to turn away cleaning your throat.

what was there to be so shy about? you had already jerked him off now and he had returned the favor when he finger banged you. stepping into the hot spring, the water felt amazing in comparison to the cold you had just been standing in seconds before. plunging in to water neck deep you groan out a sigh, never been more thankful to have hot water.

hyunjin stepped in watching all the little movements, the way you threw your head back with eyes closed giving him the perfect view of your chest coming out from the water just enough to see the way your tits we're firmly pressed against the wet suit now. infatuated with the sight, taking mental notes of the way your breast curved across the tops, your nipples ever so slightly poking through the material. the water droplets forming across your skins as his mind danced with the idea of licking it up. wanting to pull down your top enough to relive moments of last night, feeling your tits in his hands and being able to see them in all their glory this time around.

you look at him once more, enjoying being admired under his gaze. you float, drifting around the small body of water taking in the sounds & sights of nature. eventually settling against a ledge of rocks in the water as a makeshift seat, hyunjin settling beside you breathing in the sight of both the hot spring and you. his shoulders brushes against you pulling you out of your daze to find he's already looking down at you.

"want to talk about last night? i certainly do." your eyes almost bulge out when he brings it up.

"what do you want to talk about?..." you look forward fixating on the stream of water flowing ahead.

"did you enjoy it?"

your silent, wanting to very loudly scream out how much you enjoyed it all.

"i did... did you?"

it's his turn to be quite for a moment.

"i did... i wouldn't have minded if it turned into something a little more heated... would you?"

your head whips to meet his eyes, he's staring back into your eyes, eyes darting back and forth your eyes. he searches your face for any discomfort, a sign that would make him stop instead his eyes look down at your lips to find you ever so discreetly licking your bottom lip.

"i wouldn't have minded... i wouldn't mind even now."

his hair is wet, a strand falling forward dripping ever so slightly. his cheeks are tinged with the slightest pink which could either be from this conversation or the heat of this pool. it was the former. you think about leaning forward to kiss him, his lips plumps and pouty. you remember the way they felt against your own, wondering if you'd ever get another chance to feel them the same way you had done so the night before.

that question is answered shortly when hyunjin brings his hand to back of your head to pull you in for heated kiss. just as you remembered, his lips are plush and soft against yours, a complete contrast to way he kisses. your both sliding off the ledge seat, on arm wrapping firmly around your waist as you bring your legs to wrap around his waist. you slide your own hands to his shoulders, raking nails against the skin up into his causing him to groan against the kiss. his hands slide to you waist giving your waist a squeeze before their sliding down your back once more to your ass. he takes another squeeze as he bites down on your lip as you gasp at his sudden braveness. you pull his hair a bit as he finally pulls back from the kiss, his eyes are twinkling with lust when he begins kissing down your jawline to your neck. he grinds into you as he starts kissing and sucking a hickey into spot between your neck and collarbone. he pushes you two up against a wall of the hot spring, hands wandering their way to your chest to grab your tits in his hands. overwhelmed by the feeling of his lips sucking a hickey into your neck, you feel even hotter then before.

you're on cloud 9, hands tugging at his hair as he paws at your chest, feeling the his hard cock pressing snugly against where you need him most. he pushes the straps of your swim suit down and begins kissing down your chest to your tits, massaging one his hand as he firmly grasps the other pinching the nipple gently. he leaves another hickey at the top of your tit. after a few pinches, moans spilling from you, his lips and tongues attach to your nipple. throwing your head back moaning out his name as the nipple hardens in his mouth, he returns the treatment to the other breast. he loves feeling the way you squirm under his touch and the way your nails rake and pull at his hair. hyunjin swiftly pulls you out the hot spring, laying out his towel on the ground like a gentleman to take you right here on the floor of the woods next to this hot spring. he pulls you down to lay on the towel, any thought of someone walking up on you has been suppressed by the neediness that swarms your brain.

"let's find out how this pretty pussy feels wrapped around my cock, baby."

your pulling off the wet bathing suit and he stands to rid himself of the swim trucks. it's easy to see now in daylight how big he is. he sinks back down to his knees tossing your swim suits away, hands running up and down your body while he mutters sweet words of praise against your lips. he would worship at your feet if you gave him the chance. he rubs at your clit to prep you for him, sliding his fingers in between your folds. he kisses you as he slides his middle finger inside, thrusting them in and out. your already wet from his earlier foreplay to your breasts, he was just being thorough now wanting to slide in you with as much ease. he pulls back to watch the way you face contort as he curls his fingers against your sweet spot and digging the heel of his hand perfect against your clit. your hands gripping his shoulders and biceps as he starts to build your orgasm. he pulls out after a few moments, his goal was to make you cum on his cock this time. you watch as he gives himself a few strokes, playing with your lips to align himself against you.

"let me know if you want to stop, i need to hear you say you want this." he looks at you for reassurance as nudges the tip of his cock against you entrance.

"hyunjin, i want this. i need you, please." he grabs your hand, interlocking your fingers as he slides in. you gasp at the feeling, the stretch of his tip already feeling snug against.

he holds your hand as he slowly slides himself all the way in to the hilt, you let out a shakey whine. he's so big, stretching you in a way you haven't felt before. it doesn't help that all you want is to feel him repeatedly slam into you until you can't walk. he kisses your forehead still inside you as you adjust to his size, he slowly pulls out halfway before thrusting back in.

"please, hyun." you cry out while looking up with pleading eyes.

it's all the encouragement he needs to pick up his pace. he brings a hand to your knee to lift it giving him a better angle to go in deeper. the sounds of running water masked your moans and the slapping of skin. he hovers his face above yours, lips just ghosting of yours, your nails leaving long scratches down his back. he's focused on the way your moans get higher in pitch when he lifts your leg, he lifts both legs into a matting pressing giving him the perfect angle to hear you yelp out his name. he's pulled back down to earth when he feels you grabbing his face to kiss him as he picks up speed once more. he's close to cumming but doesn't want to cut things too early with the way it all feels, the wet squelching noises, the way your walls clench and suck him in deeper every thrust.

most importantly, he wants the image of you fucked out on his cock engrained in his mind. he can't seem to focus of anything but the way you kiss him, tongues brushing against each other, the way you seem to suck all the oxygen out of him.

you're head spinning with being consumed by every part of hyunjin clouds your thoughts. the fact that you're out in the middle of the woods fucking next to a hot spring that anyone could walk up on at any moment, seems like a very distant concern. you reach between your body's to rub your clit only to be stopped by hyunjin pulling your hand above your head, his other reaches down. his thumb circling your clit, leaving you completely under his command.

"cum for me baby, cum all over this cock. i'm all yours, use me."

his soft touches to your clit in contrast to his thrust have your orgasm washing over you just moments later. your grip on his bicep, holding for dear life as you shake coming down from your high. he pulls out of you still hard, he flips you onto your stomach. you only have a moment before he's lifting your hips again, sliding his cock between your folds as your grip him tight. hyunjin drapes his entire body around, his finding its way in between your shoulder and neck. he's grunting right into your ear, panting with every thrust. the new position has another orgasm building up much stronger and quicker then the last. the combined weight of hyunjin on top of you like this and the way his body engulfs you has you clenching down on him once more. his thrusts becoming slower, he lets a whimper slip out with your name. you feel the hot spurts of cum shooting inside you, it's enough to push your own orgasm to the brink. you milk his cock for the last drops of cum, clenching as you feel it drip out of you with him still inside. he's out of breath, kissing your cheeks, jaw and shoulder blade as he slowly pulls out of you.

his jaw drops as he watches his cum drip down your pussy, wanting to push the remnants back inside you. instead, he chooses to land a smack to your ass that has you turning around in disbelief as he laughs at your reaction.

"can you stand?"

you scoff at the question, shifting to your knees to stand only to met with bambi legs. he quickly stands up to catch you, holding you against him as you both stand nude in the forrest. he walks you back into the hot spring.

"let's wait till your muscles relax again before we try to walk back."

"you're such a gentleman. taking me to the forrest to fuck me until i can't walk so we have no choice but to bathe together in a hot spring. and they say romance is dead."

he rolls his eyes holding you by the waist, your chest pressed against.

"watch your mouth before i decide round 2 is in the hot spring and you still won't be able to walk."

-

after another hour in the hot spring that led to hyunjin playing with your clit for a third orgasm, he triumphantly got you born dressed for a brisk walk back to the campsite.

as you both came into sight of the tents. you saw the van back in its spot meaning chan and minho were back already. as you approached, everyone seemed to be huddled around the bonfire pit again drinking. chan was the first to ask where you two had been.

"a hot spring-"

"YA WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL US?!" changbin yells standing up from his seat.

"i wasn't about to take you ALL. it was too small for everyone." hyunjin says as seungmin and jeongin are about to start arguing about wanting to have gone.

"so it was just big enough for two? hm? or did you just want y/n all to yourself?" han teases laughing. they all seem to laugh except hyun, you, and minho. the blush rising once again doesn't help.

hyunjin is about to throw the wet towel until your pulling it back down afraid of exposing han to any of the bodily fluids that haven't seeped into the towel yet.

minho can see the dark hickey forming on your neck. it's not one you had earlier from the night before. you sit down by felix to warm up with the fire as hyunjin heads to the off to change clothes. minho follows suit to the tent, his suspicions are confirmed once he sees the long nail marks adorning hyunjin's back when he pulls his shirt off.

hyunjin is pulling a new shirt on along with a hoodie, he turns to see minho glaring. he only offers him a smug smirk and a pat on the shoulder leaning to whisper in his ear.

"she enjoyed last night a lot more then you think. i don't think she'd mind if you offered her another taste."

-----

a/n: part 3 on sunday/monday !

minho will get his chance... part 4? with a hyunho threesome?

tags:

@tsunderelino @elizalabs3 @meilix @stelle-aka-simp @lunearta @jisuperboard @glitter-z @heeyboooo @yaorzu-blog @captainchrisstan @hyunjinhoexxx @guiltycoco @skzhyunnie @listeningtomusiclol

[dappersheep]

Adorable pizza puppo bothers the spaghetti nya nya having talk time with his master.

(Cassata! He's got your scarf! Cassata! Cassataaaaaa-!)

[criminaldoenjangjjigae]

I couldn't think of how to move the story along so I drew the trio. This drawing is so rushed lol. I think it took around 35 minutes total ᕙ⁠(⁠＠=▽×＠⁠)⁠ᕗ

[powderpinkandsweeet]

Ellie is a messy eater (nsfw, oral, fingering)

Like in the literal sense and otherwise. I can imagine you eating dinner together, and she doesn't realize that there's food on her face or in her teeth. Spaghetti for dinner means she’ll have orangey stains at the corners of her mouth and on her lips from the tomato sauce. You've always got her back, wiping at her puffed out cheeks with a napkin or your thumb. She always wipes the crumbs or food on her hands on her jeans, seeing no reason for a napkin or paper towel.

In the bedroom though she's a different kind of messy. She leaves no crumbs, for sure, but you would need a lot more than just a napkin to wipe the mess from her face this time.

In particular, I see loser!Ellie being ridiculously enthusiastic when she gets to fuck you. She can't help but be eager when it feels like her dirtiest dreams and fantasies are coming true. Sure, she'd come close by stealing one or two pairs of panties you hadn't realized were left on your bathroom floor, but she swore you were too good to be real. Panties still on, Ellie leans in close to take a long inhale of your scent.

She takes a long lick up your lips to get a mouthful and finally taste you. Moaning and sighing into your taste, Ellie is unable to stop even as you pull at her hair and thrash your legs. Her lithe arms are wrapped around your thighs, forearms strained to pin your hips against the mattress. Her muscles strained against your shivering thighs and bucking hips.

She never wants to come up for air so she huffs short breaths through her nose where it’s pressed against your clit. Ellie just can't get enough of you, so she'll keep eating until she's full up. As you whine and falter between begging for more or begging for a break, Ellie slips a hand down to fill your clenching pussy with two fingers. She sucks your clit into her mouth and pumps her fingers in and out of you. Ellie curls them up to hit the spot that makes your voice raise in pitch, and abuses it. Her forearm flexed and the veins in her arm raised as she pulled you toward an orgasm. Your voice left you, only able to pant and make choked noises as you came once again.

You tumbled head-first into another orgasm and Ellie refused to let up. She remained latched onto your pussy with her middle and ring finger jamming against your g-spot. You gripped Ellie’s hair tightly with both hands, attempting to yank her up. Her eyes remained closed and she remained firmly in place, a grunt of displeasure rumbling against your clit. With one hand still gripping Ellie’s hair, you reached down to where her left hand held your hip pinned to the bed. Weakly and with a trembling hand, you grip Ellie’s wrist, nails digging into her forearm. She hardly notices until you begin tapping on her arm repeatedly, the way one would when tapping out in a fight against her. Ellie’s hazy eyes open to lock onto your tired face. Realizing that you’d hit her limit, Ellie releases your clit from the suction of her mouth with an obscene “pop” that made you flinch. She presses a soft kiss to your clit and slowly withdraws her fingers from your pussy.

You’re both outright messes. You've become a puddle on the sheets, slicked with sweat, cheeks stained with tears, drool dripping down your chin, and resting in a pool of your own cum. You feel like you're floating, fucked dumb and ready for a nap. Ellie, though slightly more composed than you, looks a bit like she's run a marathon, if you exclude her face and fingers. When you regain your senses and see the brunette above you, she's sucking your cream off her fingers, sighing at the taste and seeming almost disappointed after it's gone. She leaves nothing behind, laving her tongue between her fingers to lick up the frothy white cum at the base of her fingers. She pulls them out and gulps down her mouthful, a rumble of “mmm” leaving her closed lips. The best part of it all is the big, dumb grin on Ellie's face when she takes in the view.

Ellie steps off the mattress to yank her phone from the nightstand. She swipes up on the cracked screen and enters her pin to open the camera app. You’re startled out of your haze by the flash of Ellie’s phone camera. She grins down at the picture and changes it to her Lock Screen.

[not-quite-there-myself]

WORDS OF AFFIRMATION

Various from Arcana Twilight, Food Fantasy, and Twisted Wonderland; featured in alphabetical order. Romantic/platonic is unspecified, characters may be mentioned multiple times.

When they learn that you love receiving words of affirmation, they get a little shy. On days when things aren't as good as you'd thought they'd be, or when times get so hard you don't feel like doing anything, something in their gut tells them to talk to you. It starts small, but it slowly becomes something they say often: "You're smarter than you give yourself credit for", "I think you've done well and deserve a break", "Actually, I thought you did pretty good". They'll leave little comments for you every so often to let you know how much they care, even when showing it can be difficult when it's a form of affection they're not used to conveying.

Alpheratz, Brownie, Idia Shroud, Riddle Rosehearts, Soufflé, Vega

They often give you compliments because they know it makes you feel good. Not only that, but because you deserve it. They'll tell you how much they love you on a daily basis, applaud you when you succeed, comfort you when you don't. Sometimes they're a little shy to explain further, how much they love you in words. Maybe they don't consider themselves articulate enough to express how much you mean to them, or maybe they're just afraid of saying something wrong. No matter what though, they let you know with simpler phrasing, something that they know won't get lost in translation.

Arcturus, Deuce Spade, Epel Felmier, Malleus Draconia, Milk, Pollux, Spaghetti, Spica

You appreciate how much they sing your praises, but honestly? Sometimes it's a little... Let's just put it this way: sometimes it really baffles you with how loud they can be with your affirmations. They love seeing your expression at the sight of their antics, too. Doesn't make it any less embarrassing for you—in fact, they might be loud and embarrassing on purpose. They can be really creative with their compliments, like comparing you to things you wouldn't typically think of right away when you want to compliment someone. Sometimes they might pull a more "classic" line, something akin to calling you as beautiful as a mid-summer day or something? But seriously, they love you so much, why would they ever hold their tongue about it?

Beer, Lilia Vanrouge, Rook Hunt, Sirius, Sukiyaki

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[octopiys]

Lost and Found

ii. tall grass and honey

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You learned the names of all of the animals relatively quickly. Except for the littlest dog. He didn't behave, so he didn't get a name.

Simon calls you Honey. That's.... not really your name, but there's worse to be called, you guess. You know it, too.

Maybe you're like the dog. Maybe you needed to behave, and you'll get your name too.

But... did you really want it? Simon had been welcoming for the most part. You didn't want this fantasy to end so quickly. You didn't want the cold reality to set in. You didn't want to be turned out again. The ache in your legs and hips reminded you of that.

No, you think to yourself, suddenly determined. No, you will not be turned out again.

Your room is empty. You're not actually sure if it's your room, but a spare. There's two dog beds and a cat tower in here. There's an empty glass tank, that was either used to house a reptile, or fish. But it was long dry, and long empty. It wasn't big, but it was something. It was yours, for now.

And Scraggle too. That cat was obsessed with anything that had to do with you. It would knead into your pillow, or lodge itself inside the layers of the few blankets Simon had given you. Anything that is yours is Scraggle's. That seemed to be the rule fir the majority of the house.

You didn't want to be turned out.

So you made yourself busy.

You tidy the house. Feed the fish pond, fill all the bowls. Shower Barrow when she gets too dirty from the garden beds, and water the grass. You cook.

You forgot how much you loved pasta.

Garlic noodles, spaghetti, fettuccine, lasagna, you missed it terribly. So you cook, in your spare time. You're too anxious when you don't have anything to do with your hands. You find that handmaking the dough is soothing.

The first few weeks were a bit of a disaster. You used what you could find in the kitchen, and substituted for what you didn't have. Simon was in the shower, it had been a long day. You didn't want to bother him, but you didn't want to go into town. So you would make do with what you had. You were good at that.

Scraggle sits on the counter, yowling their nose off, and you puff some flour onto their face to keep them occupied. You roll the dough out. It's not as smooth as you want it to be, and a little flakier in some spots. But you still made it. When you turn to grab the pizza cutter, Scrabble stomps their paws into the dough.

Oh well. Cat-print pasta.

It tastes a little off to you, paired with a last minute salad, but you don't think Simon minds. He grunts when you ask him if it was okay.

He's not a conversationalist.

Dog waits for his food. You meet the raccoons that night, standing in the distance, before hopping up the trellis to the rooftop. Oh well. You fill the bowls. You fill the water. You enter back in the house, and it's dark. Simon must've gone to bed. You forgot to feed the fish.

Dammit. You snag a cup full of fish food from the shed, and make your way out through the tall grasses to the fish pond with the willow.

During the day, the willow casts a green light over the pond, and part of the meadow. It's beautiful. If you could get your hands on some books, it would be a nice reading spot.

You scatter the food across the pond. Humming to yourself softly, you start to make your way back to the cottage, it's lights out.

Gooseflesh prickles the back of your neck as you pause. The innate feeling of something watching you fills you from head to toe. A twig snaps. The grass rustles.

You run.

Your hip joints ache, as adrenaline crashes over you. You think something is chasing you. You slam open the door, and with shaking hands you lock it, and bolt directly into your bedroom.

You close that door too– interrupted by a yowl, sorry Scraggle, didn't see you– and dive into your closet. He's going to get you. He's found you, he's going to get you-

Then Simon is in your room. He's wet, like he had just gotten out of the shower, and he looks worried– at least, you think he is. You didn't see him show much emotion, like a mask had been placed over his face, despite it being bare.

He asks you what's wrong. You barely hear him, the thunder in your ears and the pounding in your chest too much. He sits down with you. Gets eye level, but doesn't look you in them, like he would a spooked horse. You can't tell him. Your mouth won't work. You'll be turned out to the streets again.

He sits with you until you calm down. He doesn't expect an answer, but if he does, then he doesn't press for one.

Dog curls up next to you, and Scraggle tries to settle near your shoulders, from where you barricaded yourself in.

There's a soft look in Simon's eyes, flickering for a moment. And then he leaves.

You didn't expect him to stay, but that doesn't mean it didn't hurt. The pasta tastes sour in your stomach. Your mouth is dry. You should've told him. You could've told him, but you didn't. You should trust him, he gave you a place to live, food to eat. You should tell him what he's getting into. That you're a stray. A mutt. Someone who can't deserve this, that it's too much.

You fall asleep to these thoughts, Dog curled up next to you, and Scraggle on your tummy. The unnamed K-9 joins you at some point in the night, and Barrow ends up by the door.

There's a glass of water, and a note when you awake. There's a blanket over you too, that wasn't there before.

Brought this to you last night, but you were out cold. Wipe your eyes, Honey, you'll be just fine. I'll be gone til tonight. Make me a list, gonna head to the grocers tomorrow. We'll make spaghetti, yeah? -S

Signed, S. For Simon, you had assumed. You gently move Scraggle, who mewls in protest. Spaghetti. Yeah, you can do that. You drink some of the water, and make yourself some coffee this morning, as a treat. Barkmulch, the Dane, joins you in the kitchen this morning, leaning against you until you reach down to scratch his butt. He whines a little bit, and leans harder, practically pressing you against the counter with all his body weight. Since you've gotten here, you were pretty sure he could reach the top of the fridge if he wanted to, but didn't for your sake. You appreciate that.

You scratch his head, and then pick Scraggle up off the counter to carry them to your spot on the edge of the couch. You set Scraggle down, and it tries to burrow into the couch. It screams at you when you pull the poor thing out, scolding it for being foolish. This is why Simon sits on you, do you not learn?

You start on the bookshelf, pushing off your thoughts, and humming to yourself. You fix up the books. You find a few trinkets on the shelves, photos, and jars of dirt, or sand. There are locations on them, but you're not sure where they're from. You straighten up the shelves, before a photo catches your eye. There are four men, and a dog. You don't recognize any of them. You do a tally of your critters in your head. This is a german shepherd, and you don't have one of those here.

There was a man in a mask, another in a fishing hat, one in a baseball cap, and the fourth with an almost greasy mohawk. The man in the mask was... intimidating. You weren't a fan of masks. Was that a skull-?

Scraggle screams, and you almost drop the picture in surprise. You quickly set it back down, and continue fixing the rest of the shelf, somewhat hurried.

When Simon gets home, he comes to find you first. He's got some clothes for you to wear, things actually your size and comfort. Nothing too fancy, mostly basic colors, kind of loose, but still good enough to work in.

He asks you about the list. You hand it to him, sheepishly, heat rising to your face as your eyes dart away. You hate asking for things.

You see him glance over this list, brow furrowing as he reads it.

You dart off. You need something to do.

"Honey," he calls, presumably in the same spot where you left him. Scraggle yells down the hall. "This all you need?"

You peep out a yep, face still burning as you bury yourself into putting your new clothes away.

The floorboards creak, and you assume it's Barkmulch coming to investigate. Instead, Simon joins you in the doorway, still holding your list of three items.

"Honey." He grunts, trying to get your attention. You fold immediately, and look over your shoulder at him. "You can... you can ask fer more 'n this, y'know."

He knows that look. The harrow worry, the gaunt in one's cheeks. The urgency to do something, even now, your fingers twisting together. He's worn it for years. But he doesn't need to anymore. He's getting better. He doesn't need to worry about that kind of stuff.

"Honey," he calls your attention back from wherever it was drifting. He hands you back your list. "We'll work out a few more things t' put on there, yeah? I'll help you. I want at least ten things on here." He speaks calmly, gentle, like he's trying to coax a mule out of its pen.

You look at the list, then back to him. You weren't even sure of ten things you could make. He senses your trepidation, and reaches out for you hand. You don't have to take it, his eyes say. But his momma raised him right to offer. You take his hand.

By the end of the night, you're sitting next to Simon on the couch. You don't ask him about the pictures.

You end up falling asleep as Scraggle pulls away on your chest.

Your head falls onto Simon's shoulder and he startles, glancing down at you. You were warm and cozy and safe, and all his. It took a little while today, but he made sure any of your trails went cold. You handed a wolf in the woods your name. Don't worry, he can teach you that lesson later . But for now, he rests a gentle hand on your head. He gets a little warm in the face the further the thinks about it. The paper is plucked out of your sleeping hands.

His chest swells when he sees that you wrote down not ten, but twelve whole things.

>>Heading to the supermarket tomorrow.

>>I need to know that.... why, LT?

>>The missus wants to make pasta.

>>THE WHO?

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Veins of Violet

Logan Howlett X Female Reader

Part 3: The Throuple Fantasy

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It was time for dinner. Tomorrow was my day off, which meant I had to go on a mission with Wade. He has been killing people for money long before I met him. Vanessa wanted me to go join him so I could be some sort of side kick. I still don't understand why, since that motherfucker can't die. 

A few hours has passed since I was drooling over Logan and I was in the kitchen preparing dinner as I always do. Tonight's menu was spaghetti and meatballs. The rich aroma filled the air as I mixed the pasta with the tomato sauce, and I couldn't help but think it would be nice to have some company. I wiped my hands on a towel and walked over to Logan's door, hoping he'd join me for dinner. He'd been in there for hours since our little interaction, and I was curious to see if he was in the mood to talk—or eat.

Just as I raised my hand to knock, the door swung open, and there he was. We stood there for a moment, and I couldn't help but notice the stark height difference between us.

Logan towered over me, his presence as imposing as ever, and I had to tilt my head slightly to meet his eyes. He had that rugged look about him, all raw strength and brooding intensity, and it was impossible not to feel small next to him.

"Uh, hey," I said, a bit flustered by how close we were. "I was just about to ask if you wanted to join me for dinner. I'm making spaghetti and meatballs."

Logan raised an eyebrow, his expression unreadable. "Dinner, huh?" he replied gruffly. "I could eat."

His tone was nonchalant, but I caught a hint of interest in his eyes as he glanced past me toward the kitchen.

"Alright," he said finally, stepping out into the hallway and towering over me like a mountain. 

I nodded, trying not to seem too eager. "Great! It'll be ready in a few minutes."

I have yet not to come to a conclusion about how I feel about him. Yes, he makes me nervous and flustered, but I'm looking for more than lust, and you guys know that too. Even though Adam lied to me, I still think about him and what we used to have. He was my first, and I loved him. I haven't had any sexual relations since we broke up, and I think that's why I feel a little flustered when I'm so close to Logan or when I meet his eyes. Nonetheless, I don't even think he could like me. From the words that Wade told me about how his one and true love died, he is still feeling pain about it. But, to be honest, Wade can be a little dramatic when it comes to love and such. 

After I finished mixing the meatballs and pasta, I grabbed two plates and served dinner for both Logan and myself. I sat the plates on my four-seat table, across from each other, and he was already sitting down, waiting patiently.

"Thanks," he managed to say when I handed him his plate, a hint of appreciation in his voice despite his usual gruff demeanor.

Before I sat down, I went to the fridge to get something to drink. "Do you want anything to drink?" I asked Logan, holding the fridge door open.

He looked up from his plate, pondering for a moment. "Got any beer?" he asked, his tone neutral.

I nodded, spotting a couple of bottles on the shelf. "Yeah, I've got a few. You want one?"

"Sure," he replied, not bothering to elaborate. "Could use something to wash this down."

I grabbed a beer for Logan and a soda for myself, setting them on the table as I took my seat. He cracked open the bottle, taking a long sip before setting it down with a satisfied sigh.

"So, you cook often?" Logan asked, eyeing the meal in front of him.

"Yeah, I find it relaxing," I said, twirling some spaghetti around my fork. "Plus, it's nice to have a homemade meal now and then."

Logan nodded, digging into his food. "Not bad," he grunted, which I took as high praise coming from him.

We ate in companionable silence for a few moments, the clinking of forks against plates being the only sound in the room. It was a surprisingly comfortable silence, and I found myself appreciating his presence, even if he wasn't the most talkative dinner guest.

"So, I have some things I want to talk to you about," I said, waiting for Logan's eyes to meet mine. He looked up from his plate, eyebrows raised, signaling that I had his attention.

I cleared my throat, trying to phrase things correctly. "You know, since you're going to be staying here rent-free for a while, I thought it might be logical for you to help out around here—or maybe find something to do."

Logan leaned back in his chair, taking another sip of his beer. "You want me to get a job?" he asked, his tone neutral, but there was a hint of curiosity.

"Yeah, just to keep busy and maybe contribute a bit," I replied. "But no pressure or anything. Wade might have some ideas, too."

He tilted his head, considering my words. "Wade, huh? What's he got in mind?"

I grinned, excited about the prospect. "Well, wade is in this group called Special Forces. He gets paid to kill bad people and recently, I joined him too. We do a lot of interesting stuff, missions, undercover stuff, travel and you know, things like that. And I think you'd be perfect." I said, meeting his gaze earnestly. 

"You've got the skills, and I know you'd be great at it. Plus, it might be nice to have something to do; keep you out of trouble."

He chuckled, shaking his head. "Trouble seems to find me regardless."

"True, but at least this way, you'd have a purpose. And it's not like we have uniforms or anything," I added with a teasing smile.

Logan took another bite of his spaghetti, chewing thoughtfully before nodding. "Alright, i'm in." 

"Great," I replied, feeling a sense of relief that he was open to the idea. 

But little did Violet know that the Wolverine had been looking for jobs all day. 

Who the hell was going to hire a guy with a past like his? All he had were a bunch of scars and a history that scared people off. He'd been looking all day, and every place he walked into just gave him that look—like they knew he didn't belong. He didn't know what this Logan did but from the looks of it, they are all the same.

It's not like he had any real skills they cared about. Sure, he was good in a fight, but telling that to some HR manager wasn't going to get him anywhere. "Can lift heavy stuff and knows how to handle himself in a brawl" wasn't exactly résumé gold.

He'd tried a construction site earlier. They took one look at his hands—probably noticed the calluses or maybe just sensed something off—and told him they were fully staffed. Next was some mechanic shop, but the moment he mentioned his last job was over a decade ago, they practically shoved him out the door.

Logan knew what folks saw when they looked at him. They saw the claws, the rough edges, and the attitude. They didn't see the guy who was just trying to make a living, trying to stay out of trouble. He got it. He'd been through some shit, seen a lot of bad things, and done a few himself. It's not like he could just walk into an interview and tell them he was good with teamwork because he'd saved the world a couple of times.

And here he was, sitting across from Violet, who was looking at him like he had some kind of purpose. Maybe she was right. Maybe Wade had something he could do. But it wasn't just about the money. It was about finding a place where he didn't feel like a monster every damn day.

Maybe being part of a team again could help. Hell, at least they wouldn't care about his past. It might even give him something to fight for—a reason to stick around. Besides, being around Violet wasn't the worst thing either. She had that look in her eyes, like she believed in him, and God knows he could use a bit of that right now.

It was 10 am  when I heard someone at the door. I opened it to see Wade standing there in his suit, looking unusually enthusiastic.

"Oh, Hello Vi!" Wade said, pushing me aside as he walked through the door with a mischievous grin. "We leave in 20 minutes for our undercover mission. And guess what? You're going in as a stripper!"

I groaned, rubbing my temples. "Oh, about that... is it okay if Logan joins our team? He needs a job, and I thought this would be perfect."

Wade's eyes widened with excitement. "Logan? My peanut? Fuck yes! Can you imagine him trying to be undercover? It's like asking a grizzly bear to blend in with a flock of pigeons."

I shrugged, closing the door. "He's got the skills, and he needs something to do. Plus, it might be good for him to be part of a team again."

Wade practically bounced on his feet, clearly thrilled. "This is the best news I've heard all week! Logan, you and me, together. My throuple fantasy. This is going to be so much fun!"

I rolled my eyes, a smile tugging at my lips.

Wade winked, turning to leave. "Tell him to suit up. We've got some serious ass fucking I mean, kicking to do. And you," he added, giving me a once-over with a playful smirk, "better be ready to shake that fine ass of yours. We're gonna make this mission unforgettable."

With that, he skipped out the door, still chuckling to himself, leaving me to break the news to Logan.

I got ready and put on my suit that has been sitting in my closet collecting dust for two months. The suit is sleek and form-fitting. It has a deep V-neck zipper front that accentuates the neckline and is paired with long sleeves and high-cut shorts. The suit is predominantly black with intricate dark purple piping that outlines the contours of my body, adding a touch of elegance, which I really like. I also pair it with knee-high black boots, adorned with multiple straps and buckles that extend from the legs, giving my suit a rugged and battle-ready appearance. The boots seamlessly integrate with the suit's design, maintaining the streamlined look. This was made by one of the scientists at one of the research compounds that I was in when I was working with Strucker. 

As I quickly put my hair up because I don't understand how some of the women in X-men, who I've seen over the years, keep their hair down as they're fighting, I knock on Logan's door.

"Logan, get ready to leave. We are out the door in ten minutes." I said trying to find my phone. 

Where the hell is it? I said to myself as Logan opened the door. He comes out in a yellow and blue suit that I first saw him in. From that time until now, I don't remember him looking so good in it. The way that the upper half of his suit contours his abs and his boobs struggling to pop out of his hard upper chest armor. His huge, veiny, and muscular arms are naked, and his pants cover his legs really nicely. I look at him as if time were in slow motion, and he looks at me but quickly walks into the bathroom. I keep looking for my phone, as he's in there.

He gets out, and I finally find my phone, which was stuffed between the couch cushions. I get my backpack, which is filled with snacks, and my stripper outfit, and I give him a jar of overnight oats.

"Here." I said as I handed him the oats. Holding the other one for myself in my other hand.

" We don't have time to eat here, so we will eat on the way. It's a long drive." I say with a smile. 

He looks at me and mumbles. " Thanks." My eyebrows crunch at his sudden coldness, but I don't say anything about it. We both walked out quickly and I locked my front door.

As we are walking in the hallway, Wade walks out. "Well, well, well. Look at you, Vi," he said, giving me an exaggerated once-over. "If it isn't the fiercest, hottest superhero to ever rock a suit. Seriously, that outfit never stops doing wonders for you."

I rolled my eyes, but couldn't help but smile at his antics. "Wade, we don't have time for this."

He stepped closer, his eyes glinting with amusement as he took in the details of my suit. "Oh, come on. You have to give me a moment to appreciate the masterpiece. The way that black and purple hugs every curve... It's like the suit was made to showcase your ass-kicking potential and your, well, other ASSets."

Logan grumbled something under his breath, clearly not amused by Wade's commentary. "Can we get going now?"

Wade raised his hands in mock surrender. "Alright, alright. I'm just hyping up my bestie here."

He paused for a moment, then his eyes twinkled with mischief. "Oh, is someone jealous?" he teased, looking between Logan and me.

I felt a flush of irritation rise, and I shot Wade a sharp look. "Wade, enough. Is Dopinder here with the taxi?" I snapped, trying to divert the conversation before it could get more uncomfortable.

Wade's grin only widened at my reaction, but he wisely decided to let it go. "Yeah, yeah. Dopinder's waiting outside. Let's move, people! Time to save the day, one sexy superhero at a time."

We walked briskly down the hallway, Wade's playful banter still hanging in the air. Despite the irritation, I couldn't help but wonder why Logan cared so much about Wade's comment. He's never cared before. 

We walked out of the building, and Dopinder was outside with a smile waiting for us. " Hey guys." I walked over to him and hugged him. I pulled back with my hand still lingering on his shoulder. 

" Hi Dopinder. How are you? Did you finally get together with Gita?" Before he could answer, he was interrupted by Wade. 

"Listen, my slender brown friend, I need you to take us to this address, pronto." I rolled my eyes at his interruption. We all got in the taxi, Wade in the front and Logan and me in the back.

The mission was on the other side of the town, and we had two hours ahead of ourselves to endure in the small taxi. I felt my stomach grumble, so I decided I wanted to eat my oats. I tried to open my bag so that I could get my spoon, but the zipper was stuck. After moments of struggling, I finally was able to unzip my bag, and one of my lacy underwear landed on Logan's lap. Logan looked down at the lacy garment, his eyes widening slightly. He picked it up between two fingers, his expression a mix of surprise and mild embarrassment. "Uh, I think this is yours," he said, his voice gruff but with a hint of awkwardness as he handed it back to me.

I snatched the underwear from him, my face flushing with embarrassment. "Thanks," I muttered, quickly stuffing it back into my bag. Wade, of course, didn't miss a beat.

"Well, well, well," Wade said, glancing back at us with a devilish grin. "Looks like things are getting spicy in the back seat! Should we give you two some privacy?"

I shot Wade a glare, trying to regain my composure. "Wade, can you just focus on the mission for once?"

He laughed, turning back to face the front. "Alright, alright." he said, changing the subject to the misson. 

As the taxi continued its journey to the stripper club, I couldn't help but feel a bit of tension again, just like earlier when we were in Hallway. It was eating me up, and I didn't know what to do or think.  

"Okay, Violet, here's the plan," Wade said, pulling his mask up. "You and Logan go in there, work your magic, and seduce Thriller. Get him all hot and bothered, then lure him outside. That's when I'll make my grand entrance and take him down."

He turned to Logan, his tone mock-serious. "And Logan, buddy, your job is to make sure he doesn't pull a Houdini on us. Keep him in one place, but no claws; we don't want to scare him off."

Wade winked at me, adding with a cheeky smile, "Remember, it's showtime, Vi. Make it unforgettable."

I took off my robe. The lack of clothing left me shivering slightly, but I brushed off the sensation. The stripper outfit clung to my curves, a daring ensemble of black lace and sequins designed to catch the light and draw attention. A barely-there bra and a short skirt so short you could see my thong, both adorned with intricate patterns, left little to the imagination. The high heels added a touch of elegance to the provocative attire, making my legs appear longer and more defined. I gave my robe to Wade, and he tossed it inside the taxi car and waved Dopinder off.

I could feel Logan's eyes on me for a second; his gaze was intense and unreadable. 

We both walked inside, and I went to look for Thriller. He is a bald man with dark features who apparently owed some bad people money, and he needed to be shown a lesson. As I scanned around the nightclub, I noticed Logan looking at me. He was standing in front of an exit. He gave me a small nod, looking behind me. I turned around, and there Thriller was, sitting around some other strippers. I took a deep breath before I walked up to them. 

"Hey ladies." I said with a seductive tone and smile. "How about I take your place while you girls get freshened up?" I said, smiling at Thriller while he was practically eating me with his eyes. I felt disgusted. The three girls looked at me with relief as they got up, each giving him a kiss on the cheek. I sat next to him, waiting for him to make a move on me. He placed my hand on my thigh as I smiled at him. Wanting this to be over, I got on top of him and sat on his lap. He wasn't bad-looking; he looked like the off brand version of Jason Statham. As Lady Gaga played in the background, he started kissing me. Honestly, he wasn't a bad kisser, and I didn't mind the smooches. We made out for about 2 minutes when I suggested we go to his car to have sex. He looked at a guy sitting in the bar, and he singled him with his fingers to get up.

"Okay, but my guards have to come with me, sweet heart. I can't risk going out alone." I looked up at the mirror, and there were about ten guards surrounding us. I kept it cool, but I needed to get out of here. "Okay, they can watch." I said with a smirk as I perked my eyelashes at him. He beamed at the idea, feeling his bulge under me. We quickly got up, and he led me outside through the same door that Logan was standing in front of, but he wasn't there anymore. We walked outside and started to walk to his car, but out of nowhere, Wade and Logan showed up. 

Thriller's guards took their guns out and started shooting at Logan and Wade. Thriller hid behind me as the fight was happening, still thinking I was on his side. I didn't move, keeping my cover. As Wade and Logan fought, Wade was slicing their limbs, being super dramatic with it. Logan on the other hand, was making them feel pain by punching his fists into their chests with his claws. I couldn't help but notice the way he fought. I mean, I've never seen him fight before, so I was so intrigued and couldn't look away despite the blood and the yells of the guards. Logan made it look so hot, and the blood splattered on his suit made him look desirable. I didn't know why I was thinking like this. But I didn't mind.

After the fight was over, which lasted like 5 minutes, but watching Logan fight felt like a lifetime. Logan and Wade came walking towards me and Thriller. Thriller took out his gun and aimed it at my head. Everyone froze.

"Don't come any closer, or I will shoot her pretty little head," Thriller threatened. Logan clenched his fist, his eyes darkening with rage. Wade, on the other hand, winked at me. I took that as a sign to use my powers on Thriller. I used my telekinesis to grab his gun, threw it across the alley, and elbowed him in the nose. He looked at me in shock.

"What? You thought I was some weak whore? Think again" I said, walking next to Logan and Wade.

Wade clapped his hands in delight. "Oh, I love it when you show off, Vi! Can we talk about that elbow move? Ten out of ten, would recommend."

Wade glanced at Logan, "See, Wolvie? Told you she's not just a pretty face. She's got the moves, the powers, and the brains. We're like the ultimate team of sexy justice."

Logan just grunted, his eyes still fixed on Thriller, who was nursing his broken nose. "Let's just get this over with," he muttered.

Wade walked up to him and decapitated him with one of his blades. 

As we waited for Dopinder to come back, I felt the cold wind hit my skin, which made my nipples hard and very visible due to the thin fabric. Wade was throwing rocks at the wall, while Logan was across from me, leaning against the brick wall. I looked to my left and saw the limbs of the guards all covered in blood. It made me nauseated. "I'm going to go inside and see if one of the girls can lend me one of their sweaters." I said, looking at Wade. I walked inside and asked one of the girls if they had a sweater that I could use. She took me to where the loss and found was, and I thanked her as she walked away. I found a pair of sweat pants that looked clean, along with a pink zip up jacket. I quickly put the clothes on and headed towards the exit. As I was walking through the crowd, I accidentally bumped into a man. "I'm sorry," I said as I looked up to meet his eyes. He looked at me, recognizing my face as I did his. Fuck, it's Adam. 

Next Part: part 4: Under the surface