#them thinking they’re so ready to fight

[luna-azzurra]

Story Starters #3

Found Family Starters (for the ones who thought they’d always be alone—until someone stayed)

✧ They said "I got you" like it was no big deal. But no one’s ever said that to me and meant it. ✧ I didn’t know I could belong somewhere until I walked into that kitchen and someone had already set a plate for me. ✧ We fight. We yell. We steal each other’s snacks. And still, they show up every time I need them. That’s love, I think. ✧ I used to flinch when someone raised their voice. Now I roll my eyes and throw a pillow at them. That’s growth. That’s home. ✧ They know what my silence means. They don’t push. They just sit beside me until I’m ready. ✧ I told them the worst parts of me. They stayed. That’s when I knew. ✧ We don’t say “I love you” out loud. We say “text me when you get home.” “Eat something.” “You can crash here.” ✧ I’m still learning how to trust it. How to not brace for abandonment. But they haven’t left. Not once. ✧ I never believed in unconditional love. But now there’s this couch, and this blanket, and this messy group of weirdos who make space for me. ✧ They’re not blood. But they’re mine.

Cold Girls, Soft Hearts Starters (for the sharp-edged girls who love quietly, fiercely, and would rather die than admit it)

✧ I don’t do soft. But they smiled at me like I was worth something, and I haven’t stopped thinking about it. ✧ I pretend I don’t care. But I remember their coffee order, their favorite color, the way they hate pickles. ✧ I rolled my eyes at their dumb joke. Then laughed. Then hated how much I meant it. ✧ I pushed them away and they still came back. I hate that. I love that. I don’t know. ✧ I said “I don’t need anyone.” But my voice cracked on the last word and I know they heard it. ✧ I tell them to shut up. I mean “don’t go.” ✧ I’m the tough one. The reliable one. The emotionally constipated one. And I’m so, so tired. ✧ They hugged me and I stood there like a statue. But inside, something broke open. ✧ I made fun of them for being sappy. Then went home and replayed everything they said. Twice. ✧ I’m not scared of being hurt. I’m scared of wanting something I can’t protect myself from.

End-of-the-World Vibes (for stories where something big is ending, and something small, and tender, is beginning)

✧ The world is ending and all I want is to feel their hand in mine one more time. ✧ Everything’s falling apart and they’re still making me laugh. How dare they. How beautiful. ✧ If this is the last sunrise, I want to spend it with them. Quiet. Close. Real. ✧ I thought I’d be afraid. But with them here, I’m just… present. And maybe that’s enough. ✧ They looked at me like I was still worth saving. Even now. Especially now. ✧ We kissed like we were running out of time. Because we were. ✧ I wanted a big moment, but instead it was this—my head on their shoulder, the silence stretching soft around us. ✧ We said goodbye like we’d see each other tomorrow. We both knew that wasn’t true. ✧ Maybe the world doesn’t need a hero. Maybe it just needs someone who won’t leave when things get ugly. ✧ I don’t know what comes after this. But if they’re next to me when the lights go out, I think I’ll be okay.

[scoupsakakitty]

can i request for angry love confession with san? like they’re fighting and one of them just blurts out “i love you!” to the other

make it angsty pleaseeeee

Say it Like you Mean it | idol!San x Reader | angst fluff

The rain hit the windows hard, as if the sky itself was angry.

San stood by the doorway, chest rising and falling, lips tight, eyes burning. You were on the other side of the room, arms crossed, your jaw clenched as if holding everything in.

“You never tell me what’s really going on,” he snapped, his voice sharp. “You shut me out and expect me to just—what? Pretend like I don’t notice?”

You shook your head, biting back the words. “Maybe because every time I try, you make it about you.”

He flinched, just slightly. “That’s not fair.”

“Isn’t it?” you shot back. “Every time I let you in, you pull away. You care when it’s convenient. You show up when it’s easy.”

“That’s not true!” he barked. “I show up even when it hurts!”

Something in the room shifted. His voice cracked with that last word—hurts.

You looked at him, finally meeting his eyes. “Then why does it always feel like I’m alone in this?”

The silence between you was deafening. San’s fists were clenched so tight his knuckles were white. He took one step closer, then another—like he wasn’t sure if he wanted to walk away or fall into you.

And then, through gritted teeth, voice shaking—he exploded.

“Because I love you, damn it!”

You froze. The rain kept hitting the glass, but inside, everything stopped.

“I love you,” he said again, quieter this time. “And it terrifies me. Because every time I look at you, I think about what it would do to me if I lost you. So yeah, I pull back. I get scared. But don’t you ever say I don’t care.”

You stared at him, eyes wide, breath caught somewhere between your chest and your throat.

“Say something,” he whispered.

You couldn’t. Not yet. Because you knew—if you said anything now, it might break you both wide open.

The room was too quiet after his words shattered the air.

San’s chest heaved. His jaw clenched like he was holding something back—more words, maybe. Or the fear that he’d said too much.

Y/N didn’t move. She stood completely still, eyes locked on him like she didn’t recognize the man in front of her.

“I love you,” he repeated, softer now, like it hurt to say again. “I love you. That’s the truth. You want honesty? That’s all I’ve got.”

Her breath caught, like the words hit somewhere in her chest she wasn’t ready to open. Her hands dropped from their crossed position, fingers twitching at her sides.

“I didn’t…” she started, then stopped. “I didn’t know.”

San laughed bitterly, running a hand through his rain-damp hair. “You did know. You just didn’t want to believe it.”

Her eyes flashed. “No. Don’t you dare blame this on me. You’ve been pulling away for weeks, San. You don’t get to say ‘I love you’ like it makes everything okay.”

“I know it doesn’t fix anything,” he snapped, the emotion rising again. “But what else do you want from me? I’ve been holding it in for months. Do you think that was easy?”

“I didn’t ask you to hold anything in!” she cried. “I’ve been here, right in front of you, waiting for you to just talk to me. But you act like I’m the problem.”

His face broke at that. “You’re not the problem. You never were. I just… I didn’t think I deserved you.”

That silenced her.

He took a shaky breath and stepped forward. “You’re strong. You’re everything. And I’m… not. I’m a mess. I get overwhelmed. I don’t know how to be in love without ruining everything.”

Y/N’s voice was barely a whisper. “Then why say it now?”

“Because I thought I was going to lose you tonight,” San said. “And I couldn’t let that happen without telling you the truth.”

The tension that had stretched like barbed wire between them finally loosened—just slightly.

Her lips trembled. “Do you even know what you’re saying, San? You say you love me, but you’ve been shutting me out. Making me feel like I’m just… here. Like I’m temporary.”

He shook his head violently. “No. God, no. You’re not temporary. You’re the only constant. That’s what scared me.”

She let out a shaky laugh, the sound half-exhausted, half-broken. “You’re afraid of losing me, and I’m afraid of not being wanted. How messed up is that?”

San finally stepped close enough that she could feel the heat of him again. His voice dropped low, rough. “Then we’re both messed up. But we don’t have to keep hurting each other because of it.”

Y/N looked up at him. Her expression was softer now, but guarded.

“Say it again,” she whispered.

He blinked. “What?”

“Say it again,” she said. “If you mean it.”

San exhaled like he’d been underwater. He cupped her face gently, thumbs brushing against the tear-tracks she didn’t even realize were there.

“I love you,” he said, steady this time. “And I’m sorry for every time I made you doubt it.”

Her heart broke and healed all in the same breath.

“I love you too,” she whispered. “And I hate that I’ve been waiting for you to say it while pretending it didn’t matter.”

His forehead dropped against hers. “You matter. So much more than I ever let myself show.”

They stood like that for a long moment, breathing in sync, letting the storm outside roar as the one inside finally began to calm.

“I don’t want to fight like this again,” she murmured.

“Then don’t let go,” he said. “Even when I’m scared. Even when I mess it up. Just… stay. Please.”

She leaned into his touch. “I’ll stay. But only if you promise to meet me halfway.”

San nodded, a quiet desperation behind his eyes. “I promise. I want this. I want you.”

He kissed her then—not a perfect kiss, not a cinematic moment—but one filled with too much emotion, too many unsaid words, and months of held-back longing. It was messy, tear-streaked, aching, and real.

When they finally pulled apart, he rested his forehead against hers again.

“No more running,” she whispered.

“No more hiding,” he replied.

The rain began to soften outside, as if even the sky had calmed with them.

[lavender-twilight23]

Something hit me this morning about Thunderbolts* that made me so emotional and I wanna talk about it so let’s talk about Bucky and Bob for a sec

The rest of the team knows Bob from the beginning, but BUCKY doesn’t even hear of him until Yelena mentions “and then we met Bob,” and then Yelena says that Valentina did something to him. Then they describe what happened to him, that he died, didn’t die, then flew up in the air and shot back down and shit, and then Bucky’s like “okay fine yes I get it, he’s very scary.”

That’s the ONLY picture that Bucky has of Bob going into the confrontation with Val. He knows that they’re going to save him according to the others, but he doesn’t REALLY know what the whole situation is. He has no idea who Bob is, and is essentially just trusting everyone else’s words and judgement. And then when they see Bob as the Sentry, he says something like “that’s Bob?” One of the others says “yeah, but something’s different.”

Then of course, they get their asses HANDED to them and they get absolutely demolished by Sentry, so they have no choice but to retreat, and then by that point everyone is pretty much ready to give up, except for I think Alexei.

Bucky’s first impression of Bob by Bob himself is his incredibly powerful, invincible Sentry side. So based off this limited knowledge, it would make sense for Bucky to keep his distance and avoid confrontation again. Because yeah, how tf are you gonna beat that guy????

But then what happens in the Void kills me, because in the final confrontation, when Bob is beating the shit out of the Void and everyone else is pinned down, there’s a shot of Bucky watching Bob punch the Void with a sort of muted fear or something on his face??

And then it’s BUCKY that looks to Yelena and says “this isn’t right,” which is what propels Yelena to fight to get to him.

Literally Bucky’s only exposure to Bob prior to the Void was Bob cleaning the floor with them. But then in the Void when Bucky sees Bob and sees him in crisis punching the shit out of himself, he doesn’t see Sentry anymore, he just sees a broken, suffering man who is in crisis and desperately needs help, and I think he recognizes it because he’s been exactly where Bob has been before.

Even though Bucky spent the least amount of time with Bob, I feel like he immediately developed a huge soft spot for Bob and became the second-in-line for helping Bob on bad days when Yelena wasn’t available.

[lilu787788]

I’ve been thinking a lot about why some younger viewers seem to express such intense hatred for Aleksander, and even for those who love or support him. It’s something I notice more and more often — this aggressive, almost moralistic rejection of morally grey characters like Aleksander. And I don’t think it’s just about disliking him. There’s something deeper going on in how fandom spaces function today.

A large part of it, I believe, comes from the way stories are consumed online now. Platforms like TikTok or Twitter encourage fast takes, simplified narratives, and black-and-white ideas of who is “good” and who is “bad.” People aren’t always interested in nuance anymore. It’s easier to reduce someone like the Darkling to a red flag or a toxic man than to sit with the discomfort of a character who does morally questionable things, but also loves, suffers, and fights for a better life for the Grisha and all of Ravka. Grey areas are not trending. Moral certainty is.

I’ve also noticed a dominant narrative — the girlboss versus let’s say villain storyline. Those young people want Alina, Zoya, Genya to “free themselves” from him, and in doing so, they erase what was truly complex, painful, and layered between them. The romanticization of strength often forgets that real strength can come from understanding, not just rejection. And sadly, if you dare say you understand Aleksander or believe he had genuine feelings for Alina, you’re suddenly accused of romanticizing abuse. There is no space for symbolic storytelling or fictional dynamics that aren’t meant to mirror real-life healthy relationships.

Another issue is the casual misuse of psychological terminology. Words like “manipulator,” “gaslighter,” and “grooming” are thrown around without understanding their meaning. These young fans just follow the crowd and, like a frenzied inquisition, throw accusations. Aleksander is a character shaped by centuries of trauma, loneliness, and war. But instead of examining that, some people just diagnose him in fifteen seconds on TikTok and declare him irredeemable. It’s lazy, dishonest, and more importantly, it shuts down real conversation. I also think some people need to feel like they’re on the “right side.” If they hate the Darkling, they can prove they’re morally superior. In my opinion, that points to low self-esteem. It makes liking him feel like a flaw, or worse, a crime. In some fandom spaces, it turns into a ridiculous purity contest.

And if your interpretation doesn’t fit the mainstream narrative, suddenly you become a bad person. It’s such a toxic dynamic, especially when fiction is meant to give us a space to explore difficult things.

Honestly, I think many misunderstandings around Aleksander come from people who’ve never had to think deeply about war, power, or survival. People don’t relate to the Darkling just because he’s charming or a tragic figure. A A lot of us understand him because we know what it means to live in a world shaped by conflict — to watch systems collapse, to see the innocent suffer while leaders look the other way. And even if not, basic human empathy and emotional maturity, combined with historical knowledge, allow us to see more and, most of all, to avoid jumping to judgment. We don’t behave like an angry mob with pitchforks ready to burn someone at the stake. On a side note, I’ve been thinking about doing a post that points out how some parts of the fandom — especially certain Crows, Zoya, Nikolai, Genya, and Malina fans — act a lot like the Drüskelle.

Aleksander is not a villain. He is someone forged in blood and fire, who made impossible choices in a world that gave him none. People who have studied or lived close to the realities of war know that moral clarity is a luxury. He also fought for people who were hunted, tortured, erased. He refused to stand by while Grisha were murdered, burned at the stake, dissected like lab animals, or sold into slavery. And even though his methods became brutal, his cause was never about selfish gain. It was about protecting people like him in a world that never would.

Loving the Darkling is about recognizing the complexity of someone who stood between oppression and survival. It’s about understanding that some stories aren’t clean, and some leaders don’t have the luxury of kindness. Aleksander’s tragedy is that he knew he had to become a monster to stop the world from killing his people. And whether you agree with him or not, that kind of narrative deserves respect, not shallow rejection.

Fiction should be a place where we can explore those hard truths. Not everything is meant to make us feel safe. Some characters exist to make us think, not just to give us flashy action scenes or quick thrills. Let people explore stories the way they need to. Let them love the characters who challenge them. You don’t have to agree. Sometimes it’s just fiction and sometimes it’s the way we try to understand our own shadows.

[artsyannierose]

how do you think sonic and amy would get together?

Ooooh let’s seee

I’m convinced it would be a really low-down thing, just between the two of them like while they’re just hanging out somewhere

I think it would have to be Sonic who would initiate because Amy’s been waiting so long she probably has no idea when he’s ready 🥀

Maybe give her a flower and peck her cheek <3

Or actually maybe Amy would one day be so confused about their relationship because its so on the in-between line of friends/lovers rn and she just asks

“Are we like…a thing?…or….”

and Sonic would just be like “…….i guess we kinda are, huh?”

She would definitely kiss his cheek then tho fight me

See Amy would be bursting and yapping to her friends but ask them not bring it up around Sonic so he doesn’t freak out and Sonic would just act like nothing’s different until this one day way later he’s heading out and he pecks Amy on the cheek before leaving and Tails and Knuckles are like

“……….what. sinCE WHEN???”

and amy’s just like “oh whoops i guess he kinda forgot to tell you”

[joelsbeard]

horny pre-outbreak!joel hc’s

this is the longest smut ive ever written idk if its even hc’s at this point, may or may not change the title. Anyways thinking about joel’s millers insanely thick COCK and heavy balls.

all amazing pictures from @ellies-puns !!

enjoy 🤭🤭🤭

mmfffh i need to stick my face into this man’s balls 😩 i bet they’re heavenly. I could just just keep my face pressed up against his warm, soft fuzzy balls and inhaling his musk all day 🤤 my little emotional support balls 🥰🥰 bonus if you can still smell a mix of his and your cum from that morning 🤭

id greet him home from work, then he’d go sit down on the couch from exhaustion (poor baby always tired from work) and while the food finishes roasting in the oven i’d kneel in front of him and coo “okay baby dinner’s almost ready. Let me help you relax while it finishes cooking 😏” and he’s so tired but at least happy he’s home, it takes him a second to realize what you’re doing until you’re already tugging his jeans and boxers down.

He’s half hard, and you can feel yourself drooling by looking at it and getting a whiff of your man’s musk. You dive in and put your face in the spot between his balls and his dick, and give it a little nuzzle while inhaling before you move down to press your lips to his balls ❤️ you love rubbing your nose and lips against them, and pressing little kisses to the soft and warm little sacs. You give them little kitten licks and then use your tongue to lift up the heavy weight of each one. Your man tastes absolutely delicious, you love the slight salty taste and tang from coming home after a long day of work, you would lick him all over if you could.

Then you suck on each ball bc how could you not, and spend the rest of the time pressing more kisses all over his balls and to the underside of his cock at the base, and nuzzle your face against the soft fuzzy skin. Those are your children in there, ofc you want to give them some lovin!!! Joel is in between feeling turned on as fuck that you’re worshipping his balls like that and it feels AMAZING, but in the other hand he thinks it’s adorable how much you love his balls lol. He wants to drag you up so he can kiss you but you resist and stay put, saying “no!! 5 more minutes 😾😾” so you can continue nuzzling your face against his velvety soft and slightly wrinkly balls lol, and giving them little kisses.

When you’ve had your fill and decide not to torture joel any longer you go to sit on his lap (not before giving him a little strip tease). Poor joel is writhing at this point. You don’t take too long to strip since he’s been so good waiting for you, at the same time though he couldn’t wait either and takes off his clothes when you do. He grabs your hips and you finally sit on his lap and you both pull each other together, grinding on each other and making out like there’s no tomorrow. You grind your dripping wet pussy on those delicious balls of his and he groans at the feeling of you just soaking his balls. As you keep grinding your moaning in his ear and digging your fingers into his hair, he’s grabbing your ass and biting at your neck, god he could eat you.

Joel’s fighting so hard not to cum, he says “fuck baby you feel so good soaking my balls 🤤 that feel good baby? that’s it, keep grinding that pussy all over my balls. Your pussy is so goddamn soft 🤤” And it does feel so good, but it’s not enough and he finally goes “god baby i need to be inside you 😩”

and he grabs a hold of his thick dick and starts running it up and down your slit. You could cry it feels so good, the smooth head of his cock running up and down and coating itself in your wetness. You moan a little more whenever it catches inside you or when he rubs it against your clit, and you continue moving back and forth on it and try and get more friction and contact. You have no idea how joel isn’t falling apart right now, it feels amazing. “that’s it baby, yeah, you like that?” and without warning he slips into you, and you gasp as you slowly sink onto his thick cock. Your foreheads are pressed together and you’re looking at each other with open mouths, sighing into one another at the sensation.

“God baby you’re so thick, you make me feel so full” “that’s it baby, squeeze this cock, god your pussy is so tight.” and you slowly move up and down his length, leaning forward a little more so you can go up and down more easily on your knees. His hands are grabbing your ass tight, lifting you up and down on his cock, and you slide your hands down from his head to his arms to feel the muscles flexing as he lifts you up and down.

You eventually pick up the pace, throwing your head back as he looks up at you with dark eyes and breathing heavily through his mouth. You can feel yourself getting closer to finishing, and you look down as you feel him squishing his face hard against one of your tits, and greedily opening his mouth wide against it to fit as much of it as he can into his mouth. You let out a loud moan when he starts sucking hard, pulling his head back and tugging on your nipple before he licks and bites all over your chest. You arch your back into him so shove more of your breasts in his face, and hold onto his hair tightly as you keep his head against your chest.

He feels his balls start tightening and drawing up before he shoots warm spurts of his cum inside you, just as you begin to climax. Your pussy becomes even tighter as you cum, squeezing his dick and making you see stars. Your love the sound of your man grunting as he empties his delicious huge load into you, and as you boy cling to each other and start to come down from the high you can still feel his cock pulsing as he finishes cumming in you. You stay on his lap, slowly grinding against him and making out, going “mmm yes baby that was so good.” and you kiss slowly but hungrily, not being able to get enough of each other. although you’re still on his lap and he’s remains inside of you, you can start to feel your combined spend start leaking out of you and down his cock. “Fuck baby, look at you dripping down my cock. That’s it, soak me baby, love when i’m covered in your juices” “yeah?mmhm” and you continue making out, just enjoying the feel of your bare skin against one another.

You continue cuddling for a little bit and enjoying the after glow, telling each other sweet nothings in low voices and caressing each other. You go to lay down on the couch and drag him on top of you and wrap your legs around him, where you continue to (guess what?) make out. eventually becoming sleepier and sleepier until you fall asleep and your sides, with you enveloped in joel’s arms against his warm chest ❤️

[dark-elf-writes]

Wei Wuxian: *is Wei Wuxian and showing it off for the first time*

The majority of the peak lords: *stunned, slightly terrified silence*

Shen Jiu: That’s my wife and if any of you try anything you will die by my blade

Shang Qinghua: *whistles in appreciation of not dying and not having to fight and also that was kinda hot*

The disciples: Our mom is so strong! If anyone tries anything they’re facing our wrath!

(I personally think that while Wei Wuxian and Shang Qinghua would both be very busy with their own things, they would get along and Shang Qinghua wouldn’t find his power scary. In fact, I can imagine him being like, “damn, that was sick as hell. Also kinda hot” in a primarily platonic way)

Wei Wuxian who was waiting on Qiong Ding for Shen Jiu to leave his seclusion along with most of the disciples eager to greet their Shizun when the demon attack happens. Wei Wuxian who has, for the most part, allowed himself to seem smaller than what he is for years with only Shen Jiu knowing the truth. Wei Wuxian who hears the first terrified screams and reaches for his dizi, not the sword hanging on his side.

He will not lose another home.

He will not allow them to threaten his pups.

He will not risk his Jiu-gege getting hurt.

The screams shift as he summons the first corpses, no longer his pups but the disciples who don’t know him, don’t know his power. Even some of the demons look uncomfortable as they watch him build an army in seconds with only a flute and a sharp spike in resentful energy.

He agrees to the three matches to avoid a potential war. He has learned that some diplomacy is required after his first death and diplomacy with demons often requires more than a little bloodshed. That being said, he never had any intention of allowing any of the pups to fight. No. Unsteady two corpses take the first two matches, and Wei Wuxian himself takes the third, expertly dodging spikes coated in a poison that would destroy his cultivation (isn’t that a laugh) before bringing the demon down seemingly effortlessly.

Really he should have anticipated the attack from behind.

Should have expected it even before Binghe’s desperate shout and Yuan-er’s leaf projectiles shooting past his head.

He didn’t expect it.

But he was still ready.

This world had never heard the whispers of the Yiling Patriarch. Had never waged a war with him as their front line. They did not know to fear the little omega with burning red eyes and a black dizi on his hip.

They knew to fear him now.

There was hardly anything left of the demons by the time Jiu-gege and Liu Qingge broke their seclusion to join the fight. Only death and screams and bloodshed.

Only an omega dressed in black with a ribbon as red as blood (as red as his eyes) in his hair and a dizi held up to his mouth, and the pups he would drown the world in blood to protect.

Shen Jiu approaches him without fear, sidestepping corpses old and new and pulling his A-Ying into his arms without hesitation. He would have done much the same, after all, to protect A-Ying and their daughter. How could he fear a piece of himself reflected back at him from the one he held the most dear?

Most of the other peak lords are varying degrees of concerned when it comes to Wei Wuxian after. Shang Qinghua thinks that it was, platonically, the hottest fucking thing he had ever seen. Mu Qingfang is concerned about how the resentment could affect Wei Wuxian (who will not stop laughing whenever he brings the topic up). Qi Qingqi wants Wei Wuxian off the fucking mountain immediately. Wei Qingwei is more interested about why his sword has never reacted to Wei Wuxian and wants to test it out more (Wei Wuxian is delighted to help though the irony is not lost on him). Liu Qingge is… confused. Not really about Wei Wuxian. He’s confused about why Shen Jiu saved him from a Qi deviation before the attack even happened. Yue Qongyuan is concerned of course but he knows better than anyone what that shine in Xiao-Jiu’s eyes means and he isn’t stupid enough to make him choose between his mate and the sect. He knows who Xiao-Jiu would pick.

The disciples are think Wei Wuxian is the coolest person ever and desperately want to learn to be like him. He refuses them all with a smile and offers to teach them how to hunt pheasants instead.

[mikalilys]

“How can a person know everything at 18 but nothing at 22?”

But it’s James and Lily joining the order at 18 and dying at 21 so they literally know nothing at 22

[corpusdiem-seizethedead]

*how most of the Manhattan-Brooklyn meetings actually went*

Jack: Spot, I heard you were in prison. Guess I was wrong.

Spot: Cowboy. I heard you sucked. Guess I was right.

[crazyw3irdo]

saw jaws for the first time today and i can’t believe despite knowing so much about it through cultural osmosis i had no clue matt hooper existed and i love that funky little guy

[fanfoolishness]

Just losing my mind at the implications that the companions have all been trying to help Rook grieve Varric, and Rook doesn’t know

Emmrich, wise and long-familiar with grief, being told by Neve and Harding what happened; understanding why sometimes he overhears Rook’s muffled voice in the Infirmary, talking to no one. He takes Rook to the Memorial Gardens and mentions he talks to his parents, thinking Rook might be comfortable with the same. Rook lights candles and rings bells but Emmrich watches, sorrowed, to see Rook still seems in deep denial.

Neve takes Rook to the Wall of Light; a Shadow Dragon Rook knows just what this means but any Rook can understand the solemnity, the power of remembrance. Neve reenergizes Brom’s light and looks to Rook, hoping Rook will mention wanting to make one for Varric. Rook is kind and comforting to Neve, but Neve is lost in wondering why Rook doesn’t take the chance to open up. She can’t figure it. Maybe Rook just can’t face it, not yet. Maybe Rook does something privately. She isn’t sure but it nags at her.

Davrin’s not big on talking about feelings. He’d rather just move on. But he sees the way Rook seems a little hollow sometimes, a little distant; he sees how Rook takes so quickly to Assan. “Hey Rook,” he says, and invites them to come with him and Assan to safe places in Arlathan, where the woods are clean and green and growing, where real sunlight dapples through the trees. Rook always seems to love these outings, seems lighter afterwards. But Davrin feels a little confused in that Rook never seems to realize the outings are mostly for them.

Taash is another person not big on feelings. But they know how much feelings can twist you up and mess with your head. When Lace tells them about Varric they feel badly for Rook, and think to how they feel when they’re struggling. Epic fights, dragon fights, drinks with the Lords. Taash is perfectly capable of doing all that on their own. But maybe bringing Rook along will help get them out of their head a little bit. Does it help? Taash isn’t sure.

Bellara’s double-versed in grief after what happens to Cyrian. Rook helped her through trying to reach him, and Bellara wonders, in her own pain, if she can help Rook a little bit too. Especially if Rook is elven, teaching Rook about the braziers and the challenges is another tool she can share about her or their people, another way that might help Rook with their grief. Neve’s told her that the Wall of Light didn’t seem to help Rook much, but maybe a different funeral tradition could help them instead. Rook helps her light the braziers and Bellara feels her heart lightening, though she wonders at Rook, who seems more moved by Bellara’s reactions than anything else.

Lucanis is nearly as allergic to dealing with feelings as Davrin is, but he immediately clocks how Neve and Harding are acting, and asks what happened before he joined them. They tell him about Varric and that they’re worried about Rook, that Rook seems to just be shoving those feelings down without dealing with them. Lucanis is no stranger to that, but while it’s fine for him, he doesn’t want to see someone who risked their life to save him share that struggle. He brings Rook to Caterina’s funeral planning to show Rook it’s okay to admit the loss and honor it. When that doesn’t seem to make a dent, he falls back to his standard - lavish meals, small gifts, coffee. He knows it would help him. He just wishes it helped Rook too.

Lace hurts the worst after losing Varric and Lace is where Solas’ magic comes the closest to faltering. Rook can see Lace is down, she’s quiet, she’s afraid after what happens with the gods escaping; but Solas’ magic holds and Rook can still never see quite why. Lace would love to sit over drinks one night and share stories about Varric, but she sees that Rook doesn’t seem ready, and she doesn’t want to push. Instead she writes letters to Ma, to the Inquisitor, to Cassandra, to Aveline, maybe even to Hawke. She writes out her stories with Varric’s old quill and she carries a bolt of Bianca with her. A dozen times she goes to talk to Rook about him, and when she tries Rook turns away or changes the subject. It hurts, but Lace knows she can’t make Rook talk about him, and she hopes in time it will get better.

This just absolutely crushes me the more I think about it 😭

Edit: Varric’s death is Rook’s personal companion quest every other single companion tries to help them with, and can’t 😭😭😭

[foldingfittedsheets]

In honor of my nine year anniversary with my beloved wife please enjoy a story from our third date.

Just gonna reemphasize that. Our third date. We were still very much getting to know each other. We were virtually strangers.

We had been intending to do a meetup at a nerdy cafe with a group of people, but unbeknownst to us there had been a tragedy in the group and everyone else bailed. My beloved and I made the best of it. We had a nice date. I horrified them by eating sliders in three bites but it wasn’t a deal breaker.

Afterward I was driving us back to my place when a car came up and rear ended me. It was a pretty light bump but I was still like, well. That car hit me, time to pull over and exchange info.

Except the other car decided to instead shoot past me and drive away.

Infuriated, I pursued.

From the passenger seat, a captive on a third date with someone else in control of the car and pursuing strangers into the darkness, my beloved said, “Uh, what’s the plan here?”

“They hit me! We need to exchange information!”

Indeed. I did not have a plan. The plan was that when you hit someone with your car you exchanged insurance information. I would pursue until that happened.

The offending car led us a merry chase and as I followed through winding pitch black forest roads I felt the tiniest inkling of misgiving. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea? Pursuing someone into the darkness? But I persisted.

I wasn’t being propelled by a plan or even stubbornness but instead I followed a blazing righteousness. Fundamentally I knew that when you hit someone’s car you talked to them afterward. It was an inexorable fact. They would not escape the talking portion of this event.

When the car pulled into a trailer park I fully realized that this was not, in fact, a good idea. Inside the other car was a couple who were clearly having an argument and it seemed increasingly unlikely that they had insurance info to swap.

With a sigh I said, “Will you pull out your flashlight? Let’s see if my bumper is damaged.”

We got out of the car and inspected my bumper together. It actually looked fine, and I was about to call it when the woman got out. It was instantly clear she was under some chemical influence, her pupils dilated absurdly large. She attempted a poor performance as she said, “Oh, did we hit you?”

“Yeah,” I said flatly, “but I think it’s fine. I don’t see any damage.”

“We weren’t sure, uh, if we did, we didn’t think we did but we just weren’t sure.” She shifted anxiously foot to foot.

It was time to leave, a fact which became clearer when the man stepped out, eyes buzzing in his skull. He feigned innocence and radiated an aura of someone barely tethered to reality. My beloved and I waved them off and got back in my car to drive away.

As we did my beloved let out a huge gust of air as if they’d been holding their breath.

“Are you okay?”

“I was so squared up ready to fight them,” they said. “I’m glad we didn’t.”

I turned to look at them in astonishment. “Why would we have fought?”

“Are you joking? You followed them at 11pm to a trailer park! The second we got out of the car I was in a fighting stance. What did you think would happen?”

“I- I don’t know. That we’d talk and then go home? But. I can see now that driving after a car that tried to do a hit and run may not have been that safe…”

“You think!!!”

We sat in silence for a while before we burst out in relieved laughter.

“You were ready to fight?” I asked.

“I do kung fu! That guy looked so shady, I was ready to kick his ass, but I really didn’t want to.”

Unbelievably, they agreed to more dates, and eventually married me, but more often than not they’re the one driving.

[scripts4dreamers]

Something that really stuck with me while I was playing Mass Effect 2, and that I feel was so important to understanding the relationship between Shepard and Garrus, whether you romance him or not, is that Garrus is your only companion from ME1 who never moved on.

You died. The crew watched you die. Assumedly they grieved you, there was a funeral service, there were tears and all five stages of grief. Things were rough, but eventually life took on a shade of normalcy again.

Kaiden/Ashley got reassigned and continued their work for the alliance. Liara fights tooth and nail to get your body to Cerberus, but then it’s out of her hands and she becomes an information broker. Tali goes back to the Floatilla, like she was always supposed to. Wrex becomes a clan leader. And yes, they’re all fundamentally changed by their time on the Normandy, but no one seems as stuck as Garrus Vakarian.

Because he doesn’t go back to the Citadel. He doesn’t join the Turian Hierarchy. He ships himself off to Omega, one of the most dangerous places he could be, and makes a life out of pissing off the most dangerous people there. It’s kind of a suicide mission, especially after what happened with Sidonis. He kind of figures he’s going to die doing this, but what else can he do?

There is no normalcy for Garrus in a world without Shepard, and I think that’s why he’s always immediately ready to come back to the Normandy. The Normandy, and Shepard, are home for Garrus and that’s why I think romancing him feels like the natural conclusion for so many femme Sheps, because Shepard feels that way too.

Of all the companions, no one needs Shepard to live more than Garrus, and no one needs Garrus more than Shepard. They’re perfectly matched, as lovers, as friends, as soldiers, as whatever they are in your universe and when you’re that perfectly matched with someone, you never quite feel whole without them.

No Shepard without Vakarian.

[kurooh]

HOT THINGS THEY DO ★ MY HERO ACADEMIA

⊹₊˚. featuring various characters being attractive in and out of the bedroom.

warnings. 18+ content — mdni, fem! reader but a few can be interpreted as gn. mainly suggestive / nsfw hcs

izuku’s eyes are always on yours when he’s listening to you speak—sometimes, in the middle of conversation, he tilts his head to the side. it’s completely unconscious, he’s just really focused on you. +bonus: he twirls his pen around between his fingers when he takes notes and he has such nice hands . . ykwim

in the bedroom, izuku’s open to anything. he welcomes change in the form of new kinks, positions, toys, etc but also doesn’t mind if something doesn’t work out. his willingness to experiment has almost always yielded a positive result and better sex.

katsuki is an amazing driver. safety and making yellow lights are very important to him. he usually drives with one hand, and he throws an arm behind the passenger seat to take a look behind him when he’s backing up. yes, he’s able to use the camera without turning to look back, but he prefers not to for safety. (he likes getting you a little flustered)

katsuki’s easily able to throw you around and manhandle you as much as you like. in addition, he’s got a filthy mouth, so by extension, his dirty talk is excellent. he’s able to fluidly switch between tones and leave you thinking about everything he said even days later.

shōto doesn’t understand why you’re fawning over him when he’s in the middle of working out. after a few sets, he tugs on the hem of his sleeveless shirt and uses it to wipe away the sweat gathered on his forehead. by the time he’s pausing to do so, he’s panting heavily and his abs clench sporadically as he tries to catch his breath. +bonus: sho’s tired and doesn’t gaf about a little mess when he’s sucking down some water, so it always ends up trickling down his chin

when you’re naked and ready for his touch while pinned beneath him, shōto’s easily able to read your body. he’s mapped out the spots that make you tick and committed them to memory; he’s able to figure out what you want and how you want it without you having to say a word.

eijirou often sits back lazily in chairs or on the couch, with his legs comfortably spread. in that position, his thighs always look extra thick and strong. when he catches you staring, he pulls you into his lap with a laugh.

when it comes to fucking eijirou, it’s clear that his pleasure is really yours—he gets off on pleasing you and makes it his top priority always. he’s cum untouched a few times with you sitting on his face or riding it.

denki is always smiling. it’s easy to tell how he’s feeling because he’s so open about it, and he’s also genuinely happy often. even when he’s nervous he tries to hide his little smile !

as often as possible and if the position allows, denki’s right up against your ear and softly making noise while babbling dirty or sweet nothings. he’s not at all shy to make noise and encourages you to do the same.

keigo is naturally protective. in crowded areas, he takes your hand in his and pulls you close while you walk together. if you’re walking around the city at night together after getting tipsy and someone threatening approaches, he steps between you and them while shielding you with his wings.

keigo builds tension perfectly through lengthy kisses and eager touches all over your body. it’s a little torturous for him to fight back the urge to cum when he hears you softly begging him to touch you. he’s shaking when he finally slides in, and his wings fan out uncontrollably; they’re always talking for him when he’s too busy making noise to communicate.

[luv-lock]

ㅤֹㅤ⊹ㅤ #ㅤYOUNG LOVEㅤ.ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

☆⁠ PAIRING : Robins x Fem Reader

☆⁠ HEADCANON : How Would They Be As Your Boyfriend?

☆⁠ CHARACTERS : Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne.

☆⁠ NOTES : English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy!

— DICK GRAYSON ⋆

Affection Overload: Dick is all about physical affection. Hugs, kisses, holding hands—he’s constantly touching you. If you’re in public, expect him to have an arm around your waist or your hand in his at all times.

Grand Gestures: He loves making big romantic statements. Random flowers delivered to your class? Check. Swinging into your bedroom window just to say goodnight? Double check.

Jealousy Level: Surprisingly chill, but only because he’s confident. If someone flirts with you, he’ll swoop in with a smug smile and casually remind them that you’re his.

Protective Side: He’s sweet and easygoing most of the time, but the second he thinks you’re in danger, he turns into serious protector mode. He’s not above scaring people off if necessary.

Clingy but Cute: He hates being away from you. Even if you’re just apart for a day, he’ll text or call constantly. "Miss me yet? Because I miss you."

The Cheerleader Boyfriend: Dick is your biggest fan. Whether you’re pursuing a hobby, trying something new, or just having a bad day, he’s there hyping you up like, “You’re amazing, don’t forget that.”

Drama King: If you ever fight, expect him to show up at your door with flowers, chocolates, and the saddest puppy-dog eyes you’ve ever seen. He cannot stand the idea of you being upset with him.

— JASON TODD ⋆

Acts Tough but Is a Softie: Jason tries to play it cool, but deep down, he’s so soft for you. You’ll catch him staring at you like you hung the moon, and he’ll deny it every time.

Overprotective: Jason is feral when it comes to your safety. If anyone so much as looks at you the wrong way, he’s ready to throw hands. “You okay, babe? Need me to deal with them?”

Big on Small Gestures: He’s not a grand-gesture kind of guy, but he’ll quietly leave your favorite snacks on your desk or slip a note into your bag that says, "Have a good day, idiot."

Jealousy Level: Off the charts. Jason tries to play it cool, but the second someone flirts with you, his hand is on your waist, and his glare is lethal.

Supportive but Real: Jason is your rock. He’ll always be there for you, but he’s not afraid to call you out if he thinks you’re being too hard on yourself. “Stop beating yourself up. You’re amazing. End of story.”

Loves Quiet Time Together: He’s happiest when it’s just the two of you curled up on the couch, watching movies or reading. Those moments mean the world to him.

Secretly Romantic: Jason pretends he’s not into cheesy romance, but he’ll randomly do something that makes your heart melt, like showing up with a book he thought you’d like or quoting poetry at the most unexpected times.

— DAMIAN WAYNE ⋆

Awkwardly Affectionate: Damian isn’t great at expressing his feelings verbally, so his affection comes in the form of small, thoughtful actions. He’ll make sure your tea is brewed perfectly or bring you handmade gifts.

Possessive but Polite: Damian hates sharing your attention. If someone flirts with you, he’ll politely (but firmly) remind them who you belong to. “I believe you’re wasting your time. She’s spoken for.”

Jealousy Level: High but controlled. Instead of losing his temper, he’ll subtly outshine whoever is trying to steal your attention. “Ah, yes, you’ve met my girlfriend. Isn’t she magnificent?”

Protective in a Subtle Way: He’s not loud about it, but Damian is always watching out for you. If someone wrongs you, he’ll handle it quietly and efficiently. “You’ll find they’re no longer a problem.”

Always Wants to Impress You: Damian is constantly trying to prove himself to you, whether it’s through his art, his fighting skills, or his intellect. He’s desperate for your approval, even if he pretends he’s not.

Secretly Vulnerable: Behind his confident exterior, Damian is terrified of losing you. He doesn’t know how to handle those emotions, so he’ll sometimes withdraw until you reassure him.

Over-the-Top Romantic in Private: When it’s just the two of you, Damian lets his walls down. He’ll read you poetry, kiss your hand, and whisper how much you mean to him.

How They’re Similar

All of them are incredibly protective of you and hate seeing you hurt or upset.

They’re obsessed with making you happy and will go out of their way to ensure you feel loved.

Whether they’re soft and sweet or intense and dramatic, they all love you with their whole heart—and they’re not afraid to show it.

— MASTERLIST ☆⁠

— © luv-lock. Don't copy, use or translate any of my works here or any other websites ☆

[selfcarecap]

Halloween [L.H.]

Logan Howlett x neighbour!reader

summary: You dress up as Wolverine for Wade’s Halloween party and it unleashes something in Logan. Him wearing a Ghostface mask also unleashes something in you. Or: Logan fucks you wearing a Ghostface mask.

warnings: smut 18+ (oral, unprotected (but inconsequential) p in v, creampie, doggy in front of a mirror, missionary, cum eating and also Logan spitting it into reader’s mouth, brief chasing kink, (Ghostface) mask kink obv, pet names: bub, baby, good girl), worst!Logan I guess but I couldn’t find a pic to use, Wade being Wade 

word count: 3.8k

note: I didn’t have that much time to write this but I wanted to post something for Logan before Halloween so <3, inspired by that I want to be fucked for Halloween sound on tt lol you'll see what I mean, and some ideas me and @ethanhoewke talked about 🤭, also I’ve never watched Scream so all I can do is mention the mask lol | gorgeous dividers by @dollywons & @anitalenia <3

You meet your neighbours Logan and Wade in the laundry room of your building on Thursday night. They’re fighting over whether they’re going to do a couple’s costume for Wade’s Halloween party next week. 

“We’re not a couple, Wade. We’re not doing a couple’s costume.”

Wade sighs as he stuffs his blood splattered clothes into the washing machine – you’ve learnt not to ask anymore. 

“Hey,” Logan says when he sees you, and those three letters are enough to make your cheeks heat up. You wave at them both, busying yourself with your own washing. 

Wade puts his hand on his hip, “Can you believe Logie won’t do a couple’s costume with me after I adopted him and put a roof over his head? He’s such an ungrateful brat.”

You giggle, meeting Logan’s gaze as he rolls his eyes at his roommate. He turns away to let you do your laundry in peace but Wade walks over to you, sitting down on the bench behind you. 

“What do you want to be for Halloween? Sexy nurse? Sexy doctor? Sexy cop?”

You laugh, “Why do they all have to be sexy?”

“Because it’s you, so it’s impossible for the costume to not be sexy,” Wade raises his eyebrows and you smile at the compliment, sitting down next to him. 

You sigh as you think about his question. 

“Fucked, Wade. I want to be fucked for Halloween.”

You hear a chuckle from Logan a few feet away. You were hoping he wasn’t listening, but he does you the favour of keeping his head turnt in the other direction as he sorts through laundry. You’re closer with Wade – you didn’t necessarily want Logan knowing how badly you need to get laid. 

Wade points to his own chest, “Wait, by moi?”

“I love you but I’d prefer someone who doesn’t look like a burnt chicken nugget.”

“You know what? Even though I look like a burnt chicken nugget, I still love myself. Learned that from the OG.”

You smile, “And anyway, I thought you and Vanessa were back together?”

“That we are,” Wade says, rising to his feet and twirling out of the room like a ballerina, calling out, “I’ll see you later for movie night!” 

“He’s fucking crazy,” Logan says, chuckling, and you smile as you finish doing your laundry. 

-

You’re late to Wade’s Halloween party the following week. You rush two floors up to their shared apartment, but your knocks go unnoticed through the loud music coming from inside and the door won’t open. 

You’re about to get your phone out to call Wade but you realise you can’t. Your fake claws are in the way. 

You’re dressed up as Logan. You recently saw some pictures of when he was younger, effortlessly hot in a tanktop and jeans, hair styled charmingly, almost like kitty ears. 

Accordingly, you’ve got yourself a fitted tanktop, jeans that make you stop in front of every mirror to admire your backside, and a belt with a big buckle like the ones he used to wear. You’ve paired your outfit with kitty ears the colour of your hair and, of course, fake claws protruding between your fingers. 

You hope Logan doesn’t take offence. In your rush to get ready for the party, you didn’t even consider that. 

What if he doesn’t like your costume? What if he thinks it’s disrespectful? You know he’s struggled with his mutation, after all, hurt people he loved because of it. Wade told you the costume was a good idea when you showed him your outfit the other day, but Wade isn’t Logan. 

Plus, it’s Halloween. Halloween is supposed to be scary, even if most people’s costumes aren’t scary nowadays. What if Logan thinks you’re calling him a scary monster? Oh god. You’re considering going downstairs and changing – into what, you don’t know, but the last thing you want is to offend Logan, and if there’s even just a small chance of it then you don’t want to do it after all. Suddenly, you see Logan.  

He’s walking down the hallway where you’ve zoned out, arms folded awkwardly because of your claws. He stops in his tracks, a plastic shopping bag hanging from his hand, and he’s squinting at you; you wouldn’t say he looks mad but you’re not sure. 

Logan comes closer, folding his arms. “Are you supposed to be me?” 

A smile creeps on his face as you tentatively answer with a “…yeah?”

He looks you up and down and it makes your skin heat up as he takes a step forward, “Not sure if I should be offended, bub.”

Oh no–

He continues with a smirk, “Going around stealin’ a man’s look and doing it better than him? Can’t say that outfit used to look that good on me.” You sigh a breath of relief. He likes it. You smile at his compliment, and then he’s reaching out to give a light tug on the cat ears in your hair. 

“I don’t get what these are supposed to be though.”

You push the plastic hair band back in place as you smile up at him, “You know exactly what they are.”

Logan shrugs. “You got something wrong though.”

He stands next to you with the side of his arm pressed against yours, and you gulp at the sudden contact with his warm, beefy arm. Logan makes a fist and unsheathes his claws, holding them next to yours, and they’re at least three times the length of your fake ones, metal sparkling even in the shitty light of the corridor. 

“Should be much bigger,” he smirks, pulling them back in and unlocking the door for you. You don’t miss the implication behind his words, and you swallow as you step into the loud party in their apartment that is decorated to the nines for Halloween. 

Wade runs over to you to hug you, wearing a sexy maid costume over his Deadpool suit. 

“I love it,” you tell him while he simultaneously compliments your outfit. You look around for Logan and only just catch him closing the door to his bedroom, and he disappears behind it. You were too distracted just now to realise that he wasn’t even wearing a costume. 

Your shoulders deflate as you realise he’s probably not coming back out. He was half of the reason you even came to the party. You were looking forward to spending some time with him, but now that you think about it, you wouldn’t expect him to be interested in a Halloween party, crafting an elaborate costume and hanging up corny decorations the way Wade did. 

You try to shake off your disappointment and enjoy yourself nevertheless. 

-

You’re stumbling back to the kitchen after dancing with Wade and Vanessa, getting yourself a drink. You’re softly humming to the music coming from the other room when you feel a presence behind you. 

Your heart speeds up for a moment when you see someone in a Ghostface mask standing right beside you. He’s wearing the mask with a black, tight tanktop stretched over his broad chest. You smell Logan’s cologne as the scent swirls in the air around you, but you could have recognised him by the veins on his arms alone.  

You try to keep your hopes at bay but you can’t help but wonder if he’s wearing the mask because of you. When you watched Scream with him and Wade the other night, Wade kept teasing you about your crush on the killer. 

At the time you felt like disappearing, hoping that Logan was as disinterested as he claimed, that he wasn’t listening to anything you two were saying, but now you’re glad he heard. If he’s wearing the costume for your sake. Which he probably isn’t. You’ve tried to convince yourself that your crush is unrequited, just to protect yourself. It’s a common Halloween costume, nothing to do with you… probably. 

“Hi,” Logan says. You can’t see his face but you can hear the smile in his voice. 

“Hey…,” you reply, almost shakily, “didn’t think you were coming.”

“I wasn’t going to, couldn’t be bothered to think of a costume. But then I found this so I thought I’ll join you.”

You nod along as he tells you about going out to buy the mask only today, but you’re not paying attention. All you can focus on is how hot it is that you can’t see Logan’s face through the mask, but you still know it’s him. The way his voice is slightly muffled yet strong makes you shudder. 

“So, has your wish for Halloween come true yet?”

You give him a confused smile, only just realising that he’s asking you something.

“You told Wade you wanted to get fucked for Halloween.”

Not able to stop a shy grin from spreading over your face, you say, “Oh. No, hasn’t happened yet. Not counting on it.” 

“No one you like here?” Logan asks, and you look up at him, at the Ghostface mask, trying to think of a flirty reply when Wade’s voice cuts through the tension in the room. 

Wade runs over to Logan, leaning his head to the side flirtily, “I told you it’d look hot, peanut. Are you gonna hunt me later, Mr. Ghostface?” Wade brings a finger to his lip, and, for once, Logan doesn’t get annoyed by his jokes.

“Ghostface only hunts good girls,” Logan says, and your heart starts to beat faster yet again when you realise Logan is looking down at you.

“Am I not a good girl?” Wade asks, and Logan just huffs, ignoring him. You can’t see his eyes, but you can still feel them on you. You have to bite your lip to stop yourself from moaning out loud.

It’s not much later that Logan is chasing you through the hallways of your building, with you giggling and squealing only a few feet ahead of him as the adrenaline pumps through you. 

He gave you a headstart but you know he’ll catch you. You want him to catch you. You’re fumbling with the keys to your apartment when he reaches you, your heart hammering in your chest at the thrill of being chased. 

Logan’s hands go to your waist as he pushes you against your front door. 

“I got you.”

You reach up to gently tug the mask off but he stops you when only his lips are exposed, and he grins. You smile and lean up to kiss him, and you somehow manage to fit your key into the lock while you’re making out and push the door open. 

Logan lifts you and throws you over his shoulder like you weigh nothing as he carries you to your bedroom. 

With your claws and the rest of your clothes discarded on the floor minutes later, Logan is fucking you in front of the mirror by your bed. He’s taking you from behind, mask still on as he pulls and pushes at your hips with you fucking back against him as the mattress dips beneath you. 

But as hot as it is to see the Ghostface mask looking down at you through the mirror, it’s also your first time having sex with Logan and you want to see him.

“Can I take the mask off?” you ask, looking back at him and Logan lifts you so that your back is flush with his chest. You turn around and pull the mask off over his head with a smile.

His hair is messy and a little bit sweaty, and as good as Logan usually looks you don’t think you’ve ever been quite this attracted to him. He holds your face to press a few sloppy kisses to your lips, and then he turns you back around to face the mirror.

Logan doesn’t push you back on all fours, but takes your arms and clasps them behind your back, holding them together with one big hand. He slides his cock back into your wet pussy and begins to rub your clit with his other hand.

“Look at you,” he nods towards the mirror, and you meet his eyes in it, watching as his gaze trails down your body, to where his hand disappears between your soft thighs, “So fucking pretty.”

You lean your head back against his shoulder as he continues to play with your pussy, but he can’t properly fuck you at this angle, so you buck back against him until he manoeuvres you onto your back.

His lips find yours again and your arm sneaks around the back of his neck, holding him close as you kiss him desperately. You whine when his lips leave yours. He kisses down your neck and over your collarbones, down over your tits and over your belly. He arrives between your legs with a smirk and licks through the wetness of your pussy.

He moans when he first makes contact, “tastes even better than I fucking imagined, baby.”

You smile down at Logan as he pulls your socked feet onto his shoulders, fingers grabbing your ankles. “You’ve imagined this?”

Logan looks up at you, “Every single fucking day. You haven’t?”

You smile bashfully despite his own admission, but he doesn’t let you answer anyway, moving his head back between your legs to make out with your pussy. He pushes two fingers inside you, the tips of his fingers rubbing up against your g-spot.

You begin to squirm as the heat builds up in your lower stomach, but Logan holds your hips down with his muscular forearm over your waist, “Stay still for me, baby, okay?”

Logan starts sucking on your clit, and you cum immediately, back arching as you grab onto his hair. Your pussy pulses and throbs around his fingers as pleasure floods your body. You grind up to meet his mouth and he lets you use him until you’re breathless.

He places a last, rough kiss on your pussy, getting back on his knees to fuck you, but you breathe out, “Give me a second.” You smile shyly, your pussy still squeezing around nothing every few seconds.

“Of course, bub.” He leans down to kiss you and you mumble a question against his lips.

“Can I go down on you?”

Logan smiles and sits up, “Me or…?” he nods over to the mask. 

You shrug shyly, “Well, if you’re offering.”

“Why do you think I wore it?” Logan smirks, pulling the mask back on. You briefly pull it up to his forehead again to give him a small kiss of appreciation.

He holds your hand as you get off the bed, sinking down onto the carpeted floor. You smile as his hard cock bobs in front of your face, glistening with precum and your wetness.

You place your hands on his knees and softly trace a path down his cock with your tongue, gently sucking his balls as you look up. A thrill shoots through you when you only see the mask looking back at you, and you move to suck Logan’s dick into your mouth as deep as you can, tasting your own arousal on him.

He throbs hotly against your tongue as you let spit run down his length, slapping his cock against your tongue.

“Such a good girl,” Logan’s voice sounds from above you, and you look up at him, at the Ghostface mask, as you take his cock in your mouth again, your hands back on his knees for support.

You make out with the head of his cock, gently sucking on the skin down the side of him, licking your way up, playing with him.

“I’m close, baby,” he moans.

You mumble against his skin, telling him to take off the mask, and even though it comes out muffled he hears. Logan tugs off the mask in one quick movement, looking down at you with his eyebrows drawn together in pleasure and his lips bitten raw. His face glows with desire and a hint of sweat, and he hums when you suck him into your mouth.

You use your hand to jerk off the rest of him, moving your mouth down on him as far as you can, and your eyes flutter shut when you hear Logan moan, and he’s spilling the first ropes of his load down your throat. You keep sucking until you’ve swallowed all of his cum, and only then do you take your mouth off him.

Sitting back, suddenly shy, you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand but Logan’s already tugging you up to the bed to kiss you.

“You got another orgasm in you?” he asks against your lips. You straddle him and feel his hard cock smack against your thigh as you tell him yes. He tips you onto your back, leaning down to press a wet kiss to your pussy.

When he gets between your legs and pushes his cock into you again it somehow feels even better than the first time as you gasp in pleasure.

“You’re so warm, bub. So perfect. Wanna stay here forever,” Logan says mindlessly as he bottoms out, and you whine into his mouth.

“Want you inside me forever too,” you babble, already fucked out. You wrap your legs around his waist as he fucks you. It feels like your wet pussy is sucking him in with the way you clech around him, and you both know you won’t take long for your next orgasms.

He slips a hand between your bodies to rub your clit as he begins to fucks you deeper. “You gonna cum for me again, bub? You make such a cute face when you cum. Let me see it again, baby.”

You’re nodding dumbly and letting the feeling of him take over, not just his big cock in your pussy and his slicked fingers on your clit, but the way his body feels on top of yours, warm skin against warm skin as he sloppily kisses your jaw and neck, and you cream around his cock as you cum, moaning his name.

“That’s it, baby, doin’ so well. Taking my big cock like a good girl, hm?” Logan’s voice is strained, and then he’s cumming too, filling you up with his warm release until your pussy is stuffed full with his cock and his cum. He pulls out slowly and rubs your sensitive clit a little more.

“So pretty,” he mumbles, fucking two fingers into you and when he pulls them out they’re coated in his sticky load.

You reach out to pull him down by his wrist and take his fingers into your mouth, sucking his cum off them as he smirks down at you, rubbing a hand over his face to calm himself for now.

You both come down from your highs with laboured breaths, and he pulls you to lie your head on the pillow. Logan wraps his arms around you, just cuddling you for a bit, when you realise something and smile up at him.

“So, are you that narcissistic that seeing me dressed up as you made you want to fuck me?” 

Logan smirks. “Nah, wanted to fuck you way before that. And I’m just honoured you like me enough to dress up as me.”

You open your mouth for a rebuttal but he instead takes that opportunity to push his tongue back into your mouth as he holds the side of your face. You make out lazily for another few moments, slinging your leg over his hip, but then you drag his hand away from your face.

“Well, I’m honoured you like me enough to dress up for me.” 

“Baby, there’s a lot more I’d do for you than just dress up in a horror mask.”

“Really?” you smile. Logan nods earnestly. He holds you in his arms for a few minutes as you relax into the comfortable silence.

He pulls your hand up to his lips and kisses your knuckles, “Will you go out with me?”

You giggle then, “Don’t think you have to ask me anymore.”

“What? I wanna be a gentleman.”

“Yeah, very gentlemanly what you just did to me.”

You feel some of Logan’s cum drip out of your pussy and onto his thigh in that moment.

Logan looks at you and gives you a silly smile, lifting your leg off him to sit up, “Yeah, baby, I am a gentleman, and a gentleman cleans up after himself.”

He spreads your thighs as he gets between them, and licks up your pussy, coating his tongue in his own cum. You smile at his words but soon you begin to pout in pleasure as he starts going down on you again.

You sigh when he stops and moves up to your face, but you smile when you realise what he’s doing, happily parting your lips for him. Logan leans over you and spits his cum into your mouth, “We taste good together, hm?” he asks.

You swallow your combined arousals eagerly, closing your eyes as you savour the taste, but a gentle pat on your clit makes you open them again.

“You got another one in you, right, baby? Just one.” You nod quickly, unable to form words with you needily spread open for Logan like this. 

Lying back, you let Logan eat your pussy until you’re cumming again, your thighs pressing against his temples as he grabs at the flesh of your legs, licking your clit until you’re satisfied.

Logan lies back down next to you with his lips still shiny with your wetness, and you lean in for another kiss. He takes you in his arms to cuddle, when he asks you again.

“So, will you go on a date with me?”

“Only if it ends with you doing that thing with your mouth again,” you tease.

“Oh, trust me, I’m not going a day without it anymore.”

You giggle into his neck, relaxing against his muscular body.

Logan turns around when he gets a text, showing you his phone. It’s a message from Wade:

Everyone left and I’m about to give Vanessa a happy Halloweener if you know what I’m saying! So don’t come home tonight but I have a feeling you weren’t going to anyway ;)

Logan cringes while you laugh, ready to put his phone back when another message comes through.

And if you don’t treat her right I’ll cut off your Halloweener

Logan groans, switching off his phone. You laugh against his skin and let him hold you until you both sink into a warm, cozy sleep.

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