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Running x Protection

I’m heartbroken.

Contains: running, hiding, panicking, comfort, high anxiety hide and seek, kissing, the end is not what you think it is you’re taking him out on a wholesome date.

A/n: in mourning of his lack of singing accent, I’ll be on another hiatus. Bye.

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Faster.

Faster.

Why is it you always met when you weren’t looking but now- on one of the rare occasions you are looking for him- he is nowhere to be found?

You will yourself to move faster, making turn after turn in the corridors; making sure to keep your head down. You’d only seen a glimpse of the woman but that was enough to send you turning on your tail before she came to ask or more accurately-pressure you, to take her class or at least allow her to give you private lessons.

You’d declined everytime.

The main reason, simply put, was that she scared you. The type of scary that made you squint and look closer to see if what you were looking at really was before realizing it was so much worse. Wrong too. That was the best word to describe her being; like something or someone gone horribly wrong and not knowing until it was too late.

The glimpses you’ve seen of her future were just as dire as the way she made you feel.

That memory alone makes you shudder, turning your brisk walk into a light sprint. Desperate to get out of sight or at least for some sort of distraction when you hear her call your name in the distance.

Friendly sounding enough, but you trust your visions. Trust your powers. She was not safe.

You’re barely down the stairs next to the connecting alcove when you’re colliding face first with a warm, firm surface. Said surface starts vibrate as the owner laughs good naturedly, the sound giving you a more pleasant rush through your previous bout of palpable fear and dread. Equally firm arms wind around you as you inhale the warm spice of his scent, looking up into the laugh that you’d know anywhere.

“And here I thought you were done falling for me. Not that I blame you, sweetheart, as I am maddeningly charm-“ A call of your name sounds closer, instantly snapping you out of the dreamlike state you always slipped into under Fiyero’s attention, your hands flying to his sides as you grasp his jacket; eyes pleading with your voice a harsh whisper.

“Hide me!”

The sheer dread on your face wipes away any teasing or playfulness in his, instincts now on high alert to protect you, kind eyes hardening as his brows furrow. Before Fiyero can ask you anything else, the click of a heel on the first stair leading down to where you both are has him moving at lightning speed. Shielding you into the shadows behind him, inhaling when he feels the coolness of your magic as you make yourself evaporate into his shadow. It was still so amazing to him. Fiyero recently learned that foresight wasn’t your only affinity with magic.

He made the discovery during more…blushing activities…when he decided to be a bit more bold in the way he spoke to you, wanting to see what would happen if he didn’t hold back his musings of you during such times like he usually did because of how easily you shied. Fiyero won’t be repeating that again because you had worked yourself up to another shade altogether, seemingly glowing. Literally. Until he realized that you were indeed glowing, a luminescent pearl and lighter outlines in the shape of butterflies before they lifted, peeling off your skin and taking form and life; flying around the room leaving an empty space in place of where you had been laying. After giving you a chance to calm down and apologizing into thin air to the flock of butterflies that he really meant no harm, only pleasure in flustering you, did those butterflies come together to form your shape. There was more glowing and the butterfly shaped lines disappearing as your form was made whole and there you were. Standing in front of him so beautifully shy and irate, naked as the day you were born.

To say he had a few questions was an understatement. There were almost too many-

What was that?

Did it hurt you?

How did you do that?

Could you control it?

Would you ever get stuck like that?

You flushed under all his focus but explained patiently, answering his questions as best you could despite still being as naked as he was. Not your sexiest moment.

“It’s dispersing. It doesn’t hurt or at least not physically? Imagine a quick burst of distress”- the crestfallen look that suddenly takes over Fiyero’s face makes you scramble to re-choose your words, “or intense uncontrollable sudden emotion, picture that and give it shape then manifest your body to that. But the shape has to be alive in some way just as we are alive; be it by sun or wind and it has to maintain its original form or else yes, I could get “stuck”. While I do have control over it, I’m still learning. For example, if I were to disperse into snowfall, I would need to remain as snowflakes. However, snow melts once it loses its cold and so once that happens it’s original form is lost and myself along with it. I started with shadows because it’s easier but I can only do it with others.” He was stunned again as he was reminded how special you truly were. Grabbing you by your hips, you’re pulled on top of him as you’re bought into a devastatingly warm hug, Fiyero’s forehead pressed to yours as he teased you.

“Well then I’ll attempt to be on my best behavior only if you don’t dissolve into something I can’t hold. We square?” Nipping your chin while you giggled sweetly, wrapping your arms tighter around his neck.

“Yeah, we’re square.”

The clearing of a throat quickly bought him out of the flashback and he slipped into the perfect image of flippant thoughtlessness as he faced the woman in front of him. He knew of her though she harbored a acrid disdain of him though he couldn’t say he cared about that part but what he did care for, and deeply, we’re the things you told him about her. There’s something wrong with her. You’d described her to him as running down a completely black hall and suddenly seeing a light in the distance just for that light to move and reveal the face of heart stilling evil but by then it’s too late to turn back and you’re done.

Rolling his shoulders, Fiyero shoots Madam one of his signature charm filled smiles. She only glares at him, narrowing her eyes, truly unamused before speaking.

“Well if it is not the only Prince at Shiz. How unfortunate as you are not the one I wish to be seeing right now”. His heart pikes at her words because there’s no way she saw you. Right? However if there’s anything he knows how to be, it’s distracting and annoying.

“And I respect that. Not everyone has good taste”, her glare turns frigid but he continues, “however, since it’s my company you clearly do not favor then I shall make myself scarce your eminence.” Fiyero bows so dramatically you roll your eyes, extending his hand before raising but before he can turn on his heel and leave as quickly as possible, Madam Morrible raises her hand, stopping him in his tracks.

“While you are not the one I was searching for, I must ask if you have seen her.” The act Fiyero puts on convinced you that he was a villages professional idiot in a past life.

“Seen who?” Fiyero asks with a tilt of his head, furrowing his brows as he looks on confusedly. Madam Morrible is none the wiser to his purposeful show of absentmindedness because to her that’s how he always was.

“The schools seraphim. My angel in training.” It takes all his strength not to pull a face at her nickname for you, briefly recalling the first time he heard her call you that with you explaining to him later that her reasoning was because she believed foresight to actually be revelations and since in mythology most angels were believed to have these revelations similar to the way your visions worked, to her you were the same. An angel of revelation. Naturally that scared the color clean off your skin and you asked her not to flatter you so much before promptly excusing yourself.

“I have not but then again Shiz is full of angels so I doubt I’d have noticed only one of them.” He sounds cavalier as he always does even as the woman scoffs, raising a brow.

“I see how you could be so flitting but I ask you because of your known closeness with the same girl in question.” Fiyero doesn’t miss a beat in his flawless cover. Emboldened by his resolve to keep you safe from anything, even fear.

“We’re close but every connection has limits so I can’t be her keeper. As I do, she’s probably flitting about the grounds. Last I’d seen her, she mentioned having to practice something or other. Felt urgent though”, the woman shakes her head at his feigned simplemindedness before it snaps up as one of his words catches her attention.

“Practice?” Fiyero nods, looking around before pretending to have his attention drawn elsewhere.

“Focus child. Did she mention what or where?”

Fiyero hums, more “distracted” by the minute.

“I don’t really remember to well but if I do I’ll-“, he’s cut of with her palm facing him as she huffs out an aggravated ‘nevermind’ and storming off.

Fiyero leaves just as quickly, running into the nearest storage room, it’s dusty and he’s shutting the door with a soft click of its lock; turning to come face to face with you, no longer hiding in the form of his shadow.

He lets out a breath as you slide your hands up his chest, raising on the balls of your feet, pressing a sweet kiss to his cheek. Lips caressing along his jaw before you whisper to him.

“My hero”, and damn the heat that such soft earnest praise brings his cheeks. You make him stumble with the way you so endearingly gaze up at him and his hands find their way around you as a way for him to ground himself. Something in him rolls in satisfaction at having succeeded in protecting you when you trusted him to. You coo affectionately, hands cupping his face, pulling him down as you melt your lips together a slow, firm kiss. Blood rushes through Fiyero’s ears at how gently you treat him. And how soft you are. You suckle at each others lips, humming into his mouth before pulling away. He groans at the slick sound that follows your separation, licking his lips of your taste while his eyes flutter open and finds himself in heaven.

How couldn’t he? The prettiest girl in creation was the love of his life who also loved him back and looked at him like that before kissing everything away…he’s yours forever. That thought makes him smile as he looks at you, honey dripping from his stupidly big eyes.

“I’ll take you from trouble every time it crosses your path if this is the kind of treatment I get”, he mutters; dazed, low voice warm puffs against your face.

“I’m being serious. I know how frightful she is. When I saw her, especially with how persistent she’s been, all I could think to do was get to the safest place possible.” Fiyero shivers as you rake your nails though his hair.

“M‘that’s me, right lovey?” You kiss the divot between his eyebrows, holding him to your chest as you baby him for being so good to you. He didn’t hesitate for a second.

“You and only you.”

His pleased relaxed hum makes you giggle as you kiss him softly again on his lips, then on his closed eyes before shaking him upright.

“Come on, let’s go. I’m sure she’s far gone and you deserve a treat.” Fiyero peeks an eye open then both as he follows, hands interlocked.

“Your treat?”

“Mhmm.”

…he guesses he can be a guard dog too. Just for you though.

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Me @ a fine British man’s accent lost in his singing voice

please pray y’all I’m DISTRAUGHT

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And I agree

fiyero deserves the most holding space defying head ever

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KEEP FUCKING WRITING FIYERO PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD

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Shots like the 8O’s (F. Tigelaar)

Modern!Fiyero, I got this idea from after hours by kehlani and his outfit in the first picture above and because I’m also dunk

Contains: flirting, heated touches and dancing, cursing, Fiyero going through it trying to live as a sexy gentleman😔💔, drinking, being drunk, mentioned nudity, this isn’t what it looks like and I’ll probably delete later tomorrow when I’m sober <3

Okay. You two needed to leave. Now.

You’d both been invited to this party at a bar further out in the city. It was a Saturday night, you both loved a good time with good friends…so you agreed. In the context of subtle foreshadowing, Fiyero should have been paying closer attention to you.

His first warning that things were going to get out of hand and quickly was your initial reaction to his outfit for the night. A tight, black wife beater, grey slacks, oxfords and a watch you got him. He did his hair the same as usual but you made him think otherwise. Slapping his ass when he went to open the front door for you, giggling while you made eyes at him, arms looped around his waist as you slid underneath his frame, leaning against the wood.

“Damn baby, got any fries to go with that shake?”

Fiyero smiles, shaking his head at you blatantly hitting on him with your hands on his ass. Even valiantly ignoring the way your hands then smooth up over him, touching everything you can. He should not have let you pregame unsupervised. You were buzzed; not quite tipsy and nowhere near drunk. The sound of you sucking air through your teeth prompts him to look down at you which ends up being another terrible error on his end because now you have that look. The one you usually have when you want him to make you c-

“Fuck, you’re hot. Maybe we can just stay in? I’d make sure you have a good time…” You trail off but those pretty nails of your finish for you as they drag down his bellybutton to his belt. Fiyero’s heart jumps but it feels warmer when it settles in his chest and he quickly shut his eyes, because can not look at you talk to him like that in that pretty little number you called a dress, breathing deeply as he counts backwards. As he counts, he takes one of your hands in his, effectively stilling their wandering then placing the other over your glossy lips before you manage to talk him out of his underwear with his pants still on.

45, 40, 35, 30, 25, 20….

One last soothing breath later because no, you’re not ditching your friends so he can rail you, Fiyero lets go, opening his eyes and smiling at you like normal but getting in your face as he locks eyes with you.

“Aren’t you trouble? And the night hasn’t even started. Come, didn’t you say you want to go out more?” You hum as you think his words over, ultimately agreeing because you had said that and not because you wanted to drink, dance, and gossip or anything like that. You nod as you lean off the door, letting him open it and lead you out to the car, hand pressed against the small of your back.

Fiyero opens the door for you and you get in, blowing a kiss at him as he closes your door to get in on his side. He has an idea that he’ll be the responsible tonight as he goes to start the car and pull out. His second warning is the way you’re oddly quiet as he drives, he’s too busy watching the road to see and you’re too busy looking at his hands. You put music on and he’s content as you caress the side of his face…that is- until you whisper,

“Now those are fingers Id love knuckle deep inside me.”

He’s never been more grateful for a red light as he turns his head to look at you, both aroused and bewildered. You never spoke to him like this. Not unless you were close, so surely you won’t get worse right?

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Three hours later…

Wrong.

You were together when you’d first arrived until you were whisked away by your friends and he got caught up in doing what he does best…being the life center of any party. He’s in the middle of a game with different colored shots when your favorite song of recently starts to play.

Getting up, he looks around until he finds you in the stuffy atmosphere. Walking up to you and winking at your friends in greeting as he pulls you to dance with him. Smiling at the way you swing your hips to the beat as you follow him, coaxing his hips to grind in tandem against your ass when you sidle up to him as the song picks up.

We don’t gotta take it slow, imma hit the gas if you ready to go

I wanna feel the sweat breathin’ through your clothes

The way you touch my neck got me ready to fall

You loop your arms around his neck, as you whine your waist, letting him see clear down your dress from the way he’s pressed up behind you. Your movements are so fluid the way you move against him, the sweat making your skin glisten alluringly as your bodies roll against each other. You were floating. Partially from all the drinks and because of how good it felt to move like this so closely with Fiyero. Big hands supporting you as you twirled around him. It was already hot from how many people were there but now it was even hotter with you all over him. Dancing on him like he wasn’t going home with you anyways at the end of the night, spinning to face him while taking his hands and dragging them down your breasts, into your sides and down to your ass as you bat your sultry lashes up at him.

Fiyero bites his lips as he takes you in, huffing in amusement because you really didn’t have to try at all to get him under your spell, he leans down to talk into your ear- to make sure you hear him over the pounding bass.

“Want me to take you home pretty girl?”

The second you open your mouth to answer he’s jerking you back, eyebrows furrowed. Your mouth smelled like strawberries. Sickeningly sweet. Fiyero spins his head to find the table you and your friends were at, alarmed when he can’t count all the glasses on the table. Just how many of those pink glittery drinks have you had? Before he can process what to do next, he feels you mouth at his neck, sucking wetly as you lick over the bruises, other hand resting on his ass. Fiyero’s hand shoots out to steady you as you hook your leg up around his waist, dress riding up as you grind on his length through his pants, and moving those terribly tempting kisses to his ear while you whisper into it.

“Let me blow you. I wanna see if I can cum just from choking on it.”

Fiyero is wholly unprepared for the heat that slots through his body, inhaling sharply as he pulls your dress down as best he can, leaving his hand to rest under your ass for more coverage. You always got so startlingly horny when you were this drunk. Fuck, he needed you two to leave now. You needed sleep and a deep glass of water and he needed a cold shower.

As much as he would love and really love to indulge in every unfiltered fantasy you had, it didn’t feel entirely right. You were- for lack of better term- plastered. Off your face. So it wasn’t that he didn’t want you but that he wanted you to be completely aware and able to remember when he did have you. To be with you in the way he normally was when you were in such a state felt a lot like taking advantage of you despite the fact that you were together and the initiator of any activities that required being naked.

The next whine against his mouth has him picking you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he moves his arm over your ridden up dress to cover any view. Walking towards your table to get your things while you giggle breathlessly, running your hands over the curves of his muscles. Sighing as you do and not at all subtle with how you fuck him with your eyes alone.

“You’re so delicious, Fi” you purr out. Moving your hand to rake your nails down his nape, testing his sanity and control. Time to count again.

He thanks your friends when they hand him your bag, bidding them goodnight and ignoring their claps and fake moans as they mimic what they think you two will be doing once you get home. Fiyero waves to his friends and they nod at him before he leaves out the bar all while carrying you; to the car, almost completely hard from the way you’re pawing at him and the filth coming out of your mouth. He sits you temporarily on the hood of his car, bending to take your heels off your feet and putting them in the backseat with your bag.

When he straightens to face you, his attention is immediately directed downwards when he notices your dress is up, your legs are propped open…and you aren’t wearing any panties. It’s like a punch to the gut and he’s not sure a cold shower will cut it anymore. He needs an ice bath. You notice where his focus is and merely shrug your shoulders,

“Made sure I wore less this time.” Yeah. He can definitely see that. Shaking his head to physically snap himself out of it. He was a gentleman- of sorts- and had some self control. So again, no; you will not be getting railed tonight.

After another sequence of deep breathing, you’re picked up again before being sat in on your side as Fiyero strides over to his, wasting no time starting the car and pulling off.

It’s less than 10 minutes into the drive when you’re unbuckling your seat and climbing into his lap, wrapping your arms around him as you roll your hips, bathing him in your scent and he honest to god whines at the sight and sensation of you. God, there was no touch or feeling, pleasure or pain; anything like the way you ran right through his veins.

Despite the tension, Fiyero found himself placing a rather soft kiss to the top of your head. Humming as you snuggled further into him, finally tiring as you quieted- leaving him with his thoughts.

So maybe he didn’t quite get to let loose like you did tonight but that was more than alright. Content with each peaceful breath he felt on his chest; making him smile from just how fond of you he was.

So fond in fact, that the ice cold shower he took later was not all that bad.

(Ofcourse I knew how to end this)

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you absolutely cooked with wanting needs. part two and i will cry in happiness

I actually fought the urge to write wanting needs but the edits got me (Fiyero chokehold DONT release me)😣 I didn’t plan on writing a part two but who knows👀….

..never say never👀🤫🤭

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𝒲𝒶𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹𝓈. (𝐹. 𝒯𝒾𝑔𝑒𝓁𝒶𝒶𝓇)

Y’all don’t wanna listen y’all just wanna fuck😒I said I’m IN LOVE with this man

Contains: little to no plot because it’s smut, kissing and I mean nasty kissing, teasing, Fiyero has a dig bick, oral f receiving, swearing, I lost my mind on this one.

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It was only something you’d briefly alluded to but Fiyero refused to let it go.

“We could be done with this whole…awkward phase..if you just let out what it is you wish to do.”

There was a lot of things you wanted to do, actually. And with him that you haven’t. Not because your relationship was new but because you were scared. Again, not for yourself. For him. Blissfully unaware of how maddeningly attractive he really was. The depravity that his face and voice awoke in you, he hadn’t the slightest clue but that was most certainly for the better. You’d eat him alive.

So, you danced around it. Much like the way he does with life.

“Ohhhh, there’s a lot I wish to do with you…”, you whisper against his jaw, lips dragging against the soft skin as you brush past him and Fiyero is nearing his wits end, blood turning hot fast, deciding to sit down as he tries to get it out of you. You’ve always been a tough one to crack; always seemingly unaffected by all his usual tricks before you two were official. He’d taken it in stride, accepting that there was a first for everything. You, the first girl to not want him. But now that there’s evidence of that not being the case at all…

“That! That right there-!” Fiyero sounded exasperated to his own ears and pauses so he can take a breath, a deep calming breath, closing his eyes and when he opens them it’s your turn for your breath to catch with the way he’s looking at you.

“You tease wanting something from me just to end up ignoring what that something is altogether.”

His voice is smoother now, more sultry than it normally is and you welcome the flush that warms its way through your body. Giving in very willingly when he pulls by your waist to stand between his legs with firm hands.

“Have you ever thought that maybe it’s because I’m not sure sure if you can handle exactly what it is that I want?”

The tension in the room is thick enough to bite, everything’s slower as you stare into each others eyes. Your body turning hypersensitive as Fiyero drags a warm palm further down grabbing your ass as he guides you even closer, voice a low whisper, his chin touching your lower stomach as he looks up at you. Piercing blues unwavering.

“Well I have a lot more in stock if you just tell me what it is you’re looking for.”

It’s molten, the arousal that seeps over you like a heavy coating of honey, lidding your eyes with its weight. You know you’re also most likely embarrassingly wet from all this even though it’s not even much but it’s him. He felt good. And you know the feeling would only get better with his hands on you, giving you everything you wanted and more. Just the thought makes you restless.

Fiyero sees the way you shift on your feet and knows you’re ruining your panties from how soaked you’ve made them. Poor thing. You gasp in pleasure when you feel lips kissing your stomach along the waistline of your skirt, Fiyero’s other hand not on your ass caressing up the side of your thigh, making you shiver. Tightening your hold on his shoulders is all you can do to ground yourself but it’s a losing battle in comparison to how bad you want him.

“It’s probably uncomfortable, no? That awful aching..”, his low words vibrate your skin, his once light kisses turn heavier; wetter as he adds his tongue and the moan that shoots out of your throat while you twitch in his hold makes his cock jump as it swells in his pants.

“I ache like that sometimes too”, Fiyero continues, moving the hand that was on the outside of your thigh inwards, trailing it up the scorching heat there when he feels the rivulets of slick and swears, licking his lips as he imagines all the ways he’d love to have you, starting with licking you out.

“I could help us get rid of it. We’d feel so good…fucking until we can’t feel anything else.”

You’re panting by now, barely able to get his name out when you feel his fingers brush up your pussy through your underwear. It felt so good but not enough. Whining in the back of your throat, you needed him to make you see stars. Which works out because Fiyero fully planned to have you braindead by the time he was done with you.

But Fiyero was a tease and he’d make you wait. “Please-!” However, you couldn’t wait.

“Please what, princess? What do you want from me?” Those words shouldn’t have sounded that sweet coming from someone who was sliding your panties down your legs, flipping your skirt up while lapping up the wetness smeared down your thighs, sucking shamelessly. You don’t even remember when he got on his knees.

Fuck it. Teasing and your pride be damned.

“I-mmn! I want- want you! Make me cum however you want! I don’t care-!” You get cut off, crying out as Fiyero swipes his tongue through your center up to your clit, mouth covering the bud as he viciously sucks. Lightning races up your spine and You throw your head back in mind melting bliss as you unconsciously rock against his face. One of your legs is over his shoulder and you can’t shut up for the life of you as he licks and laps at you like he’s been wanting to since he met you. You’d been so defiant and indifferent of him then..now look at you.

Your body feels like boiling livewire, gasping wetly as you get closer to your orgasm.

“Ah! Fuck me it feels so-!” Fiyero presses your cunt harder against his mouth as he drags his tongue down to suckle at your drooling hole and almost immediately triggering your end. Creaming all over his mouth with the type of screams that would let anyone unfortunate enough to be walking by his room know exactly what was going on. Adam’s apple bobbing as he works even harder to taste you entirely. So sweet and slick. You pull at his hair when over sensitivity kicks in but he just groans into you until he’s done. Kissing the top of you as he stands to his feet, looking down at you.

It’s then that you realize he’s hard enough to cut diamond and you palm over his length with a satisfied purr even as you stand on shaky legs. Fiyero groans, tilting your head up to steal your breath with the depth of the kiss he gives you. Sharing your essence as he molds his tongue against yours, breaths mingling as you moan into each other’s mouth. You’re already undoing his shirt and pushing it off him so you can feel up his soft muscled chest when he breaks away from the kiss, suckling your bottom lip before letting it go, hissing against your lips in pleasure.

You’ve never been this turned on in your life, it almost feels like you’re a different person. Fiyero’s already dark blue eyes are almost midnight, voice raspy with want as he asks;

“Remind me what you so beautifully begged for a few moments ago?”

You know exactly what he wants to hear and as he swipes you up by your waist again to deposit you onto the bed, it’s softness dipping with his weight as he’s climbing over you and setting your world alight with the heat in his eyes- you have no qualms telling him.

“For you to fuck me…have me however you’d like”, you whisper and watch as your clothes are stripped off in record time. Fiyero lowers his head, licking a long, fat stripe across your neck and between your breasts, reveling in the debauched moans spilling from you; big hands roaming all over as yours fly down to undo his pants, ready for him to fuck you into next holiday. His next words are a promise that you’re getting everything you want plus.

“Oh I will, but that’s just the start of what I’m going to do to you.”

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𝑰𝒎𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 (𝑭. 𝑻𝒊𝒈𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒂𝒓)

I’m still in love with him and he envelopes my every thought. I won’t apologize for it. Here’s my heart, it’s yours.

Contains: flirting, fleeting touches, denial of feelings, budding relationship, first meetings, mutual longing, sweet & fluffy, some sexual innuendos (this is written by me after all 0///<)

Basically a little background to how foresight reader and Fiyero met

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You were sad.

No- scratch that; you were more than just-run-of the-mill sad.

You are melancholy. Seemingly full of an almost listless longing.

That’s the first thing that came to Fiyero’s mind after finally seeing you, having caught his eye without those dark glasses of yours for the first time. That, and the fact that your face was quite fair in beauty. You had the type of beauty was best accompanied by snowfall, chilling and soft but also cozy and alluring. Large doe eyes and a constant frown on the loveliest heart-shaped he’s ever seen.

Why did you always seem so sad? Maybe he was overstepping, maybe you weren’t sad. He’d never spoken to you before thanks to your elusive nature so he probably just didn’t know you well enough to read your emotions. You were probably fine just naturally pouty, kitten-out-in-the-rain-faced.

Call it purely unbiased curiosity; his reason for going out of his way to speak to you.

Sticking with his usual method of approach, “Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes. Disappointingly enough, I don’t think we’ve ever truly met. I’m Fiyero Tigelaar o-“, you cut him off as you finish for him.

“Of Winkie Country. Charmed.” Well, that was unexpected. The unenthusiastic sarcasm dripping from that last word giving him whiplash.

“My apologies but have we met?” The way you spoke to him as though you’d crossed paths before had him doubting himself. Even if you had, he knows for certain he’d remember you. The sound of your lilting voice brings him out of his budding internal crisis.

“Not in any future you’d remember.” Hmm. Cryptic too. He waits for you to say more but you don’t. Interesting. Most are always eager to engage conversation with him but you clearly are a girl of few words.

“I see. Are you always this…riveting?” You tilt your head to the side, ignoring his strong gaze, humming as you pretend to think.

“Depends on if you’re always so persistent.”

“Ooh la la. So, always then?” Cute. He was cute. Very.

“Mhmm. Wonderful observation by the way. You’re quite bright aren’t you?” You ask with a condescending nod of your head, false awe in your raised eyebrows.

Oh. He liked this game.

“Why yes..and I’m surprised you noticed my brightness with those dark glasses you always wear.” And for the first time in the conversation, you were speechless. Prompting him to continue,

“Why do you always wear those anyway?” You sputter for a few seconds as you try to come up with an answer that’s a more shallow version of the truth.

“B-because I need them..”

“Need them for what?

“My face, obviously.” The snark makes him smile, finding your prissiness absolutely endearing.

“But there’s nothing wrong with your face, darling.”

You will your cheeks not to warm and darken because of the way such a petname sounded from the lips of such an attractive man but it seems to not work very well from the way Fiyero smirks at you.

“How would you know what’s wrong with my face?”

“Because I’m looking right at it”, and unbeknownst to you, the two of you had moved quite close during your game of cat and mouse. Your close proximity dawns on you when you feel his warm hand brush your hair away from your face. Peering at you even closer, “and it’s exquisite.”

He-! Oz, you hated attractive people.

You lower your head, finding his direct attention overwhelming but surprisingly, allowing his closeness.

“…not my face exactly- my eyes.”

Oh your eyes, yeah. He’d noticed them.

“Besides their beauty, what about them?” Pompous, flirtatious, irritating pain in your a-

“Will you stop flirting with me?! I have foresight damnit! The glasses help dull my visions, so they’re less intense.” Oh. No wonder you looked so sad. Foresight. It was extremely rare, gracing only few in hundreds of thousands of generations. That was a heavy gift too, seeing all kinds of futures whether you could do something about them or not. Well now that he had somewhat a reason for your melancholy, he wanted now to see your smile.

“Even lovelier. It suites you. Light but full of depth.” You’re stunned into silence again because he doesn’t run for the hills at you practically being a bad omen and that he thought your gift was lovely, well suited to you.

Bashfully, you release a small hum before speaking.

“Thank you-“

“So have you seen me in your future then? I’m sure you’re in mine.”

Your eyes widen in shock before creasing as a smile breaks over your face and you suddenly start laughing. Laughing as though you hadn’t just killed him with the tinkling warm sound coming from your pretty smile. You eventually quiet to giggles but those only added to the longing Fiyero felt for you as he too felt himself smiling.

You couldn’t help it, he was cute so you should have expected the cheesy future pickup line but for some reason; be it his easygoing charming demeanor or those big eyes; it caught you off guard.

“Wow, I’ve definitely never heard that one. You’re actually a good time Fiyero”.

Oz the way his named sounded from your lips. Clearing his throat to regain some of his composure and feign as though he wasn’t already completely taken by you; he smiled, “Glad to show you one, I do aim to please.” Enjoying the way your smile widened, shaking your head with a light smack to his chest when he shot you a wink.

As he leaned more into your space, you made no room to move and neither did he. You were melancholy, yes…but you were plenty of something else too. He liked it more by the minute. Liked you.

“You know….you’re quite the treat yourself.” You scoff at that, rolling your eyes.

“I thought I told you to quit flirting with me.”

“Force of habit.”

“Oh? It’s a new condition of yours?”

“Not at all, but it’s harder to maintain with you.”

Oh. You change the subject back before you fluster too much.

“I can’t be a treat. Believe it or not, I’m not the sweetest around.” Fiyero quirks a brow at you.

“No?” If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was talking to you like that on purpose. All low and sweet. Ignoring the seemingly permanent warmth to your face, you awkwardly pat his broad shoulders as you move to put some space between you two before you end up putting a name to the type of growing tension you two have.

“Well, I’m off to go study and practice. Making your acquaintance was surprisingly…fun. Nice, I mean.” You’re being completely genuine and Fiyero doesn’t even try to stop the tender grin from coming. Cheeks dimpling as he looks down at you fondly.

“The pleasure is all mine”, he says warmly. Catching you off guard again as he takes your hand, bending down as he lifts it to his lips, kissing your knuckles gently. Glancing up into your eyes before returning your hand to your side.

You don’t move for a second until he tilts his head with a grin, clearing his throat.

“Oh right! I need to- yes”, and then you’re hurrying off, heart pounding in your chest.

Fiyero watches you go, eager to see you again only it’s not the same as that longing he had earlier…

because he’s sure you feel the same.

[willyoubemycherryy]

𝒲𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝒸𝒶𝓃’𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌. (𝐹.𝒯𝒾𝑔𝑒𝓁𝒶𝒶𝓇)

This is unexpected I know but I saw wicked recently and it changed me. I love that man so go ahead and call me Metallica because nothing else matters. Here, have my heart it’s yours.

Contains: emotional distress, mentions of anxiety, angst, comfort, established relationship insults, allusions to smut, Fiyero x reader

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Being at Shiz was supposed to be a good fit for you. Everyone here has a gift just like you so naturally, you’d blend right in.

No muss, no fuss…right?

Wrong.

Your “gift” quickly turned into a curse when you found yourself involved with a certain irritatingly charming prince whose heart was secretly bigger than those eyes he’s always roaming over you with.

How you got into this was a mystery because normally men like Fiyero simply weren’t your type. Free spirited, flirtatious, distracting, thoughtless…he was almost cavalier. But you soon found out that there were no men like Fiyero because he was one of a kind; although you weren’t sure what kind and you could never bring yourself to ignore him….

And so your relationship was formed.

You noticed you two were opposites yet with Fiyero it seemed like the thought never quite occurred to him. That unconditional affection for everyone he so easily held about him was what did you in. The way he lulled people together, outcasts and norms didn’t matter, it all made your organized world spin out of orbit with him at the center. And oh how pleasant spinning was.

The warm tingling that raced through you when he’d take your hand, gently kissing his way up from the back of your hand to the crux underneath your ear leading to your jaw, brushing your hair to your opposite shoulder so he could place a few more warm, generous kisses on the sensitive skin around that area, purposefully ignoring your quiet sighs of bliss, before finally kissing your lips and asking tenderly,

“How is my darling girl today, hm?”

Yes, being with Fiyero was a dream. So why…

Why have you been plagued with visions of him meeting a most terrible and lonely end?

They started off fleeting- your visions- a little glimpse of your love in a field then darkness before they began to escalate drastically. You would see your Fiyero in a field and in that field he appeared to be fighting guards before being outnumbered and taken away. The next time your vision changed…and Fiyero along with it. That was what ultimately broke you. The same field but only this time there was no Fiyero.

Only a scarecrow.

But the posted up thing seemed so familiar to you, the jacket reminding you of big hands around your waist while you held on the the muscled arms of that same jacket, smiling and laughing breathlessly as you were spun, music and life playing as you two danced on…as the memory faded, that’s when you realized that that was Fiyero. You woke up bawling in a cold sweat, almost delirious with grief.

The dream visions kept happening.

You resorted to napping only when necessary but that was never long, so on top of sleep deprivation your anxiety was off the charts. The slightest thing seemed to always snap something in you which made your mood and eventually appearance- tank. In other words, you were a wreck.

Fiyero, obviously, was the first to notice and decided he wouldn’t push you to talk about it if you weren’t ready so he decided to just stay by your side as he always did but he made his presence softer, more gentle.

For you. He’d do anything for you.

Only you didn’t improve much. Dark circles, the way your anxiety grew to panic, especially when Fiyero wasn’t around and it was becoming difficult to ignore. The way you became almost frantic about him. Out of your mind with worry.

One day it all gave when you were studying in his dorm suite and he grew restless. Not wanting to disturb you, Fiyero gave a soft kiss to the top of your head, smiling at the cute focus lines on your forehead as you read, before slipping out the door for a walk around, to get rid of some of the extra energy. You hadn’t even noticed until almost an hour later when you look up and your Fiyero is nowhere to be found. Panic set in immediately.

It was like gravity suddenly failing as everything you’d been holding back came crashing into the surface. The fear of losing him and the joy he bought you with something as simple as his smile, the grief of knowing how badly you’d miss him if something happened and he’d be taken away from you, the sadness because you needed him, loving him more than he’ll ever know. Both your panic and despair led to the flood of tears.

You tried to breathe, to think rationally, but you just couldn’t, exhausted by the weight of your emotions.

Left crying for what felt like eons, the door suddenly swings open, quick loud footsteps then big warm hands cup your face looking at you with all the concern in the world as you sob hopelessly.

Fiyero’s eyes search your face with a frown. It’s true that you’ve been having a difficult time these last few weeks, though he’s not sure what’s been causing it but seeing you like this…on his knees Fiyero suddenly wraps his arms around you, crushing you to his chest as he brings a hand to hold the back of your head, tucking you under his chin, soothing you until you quiet. The wetness on his shirt, the mess of your lovely hair, the shattered mirrors from the impact of your emotions; none of that matters more than how you’re actually feeling. What’s truly wrong with you.

“Please”, the desperation in his voice brings a fresh wave of tears that spill down your cheeks but he has to know,

“tell me princess, what is it thats filled you with such sadness?”

Your voice is hoarse when you take a deep breath and downright pained when you reply.

“Don’t go away from me. Stay with me, by my side, you can’t leave you can’t-!” Fiyero stops your incoming meltdown by tightening his hold on you, shushing you gently, before titling your chin with a bent index finger, heartbreak bleeding into his eyes as he sees the fear in yours.

“How ever could I go away from you?”, he asks, lightly shaking his head. “I’ll always be here. Why? Do you think I’ll leave?” You can tell from the way he’s speaking that he’s not trying to upset you even though he’s unaware of the image his question brings you, still you answer. “…no. I’m worried you’ll be stolen- taken from me. Gone in every world where I’d never get to be with you again”, and Fiyero’s eyes widen in shock.

“Who would take me awa-“, you cut him off as the truth spills out into the air. Your visions, the way you know they’re caused by that underlying evil that’s been plaguing Oz like a slow working poison, even him and the scarecrow. You tell him everything down from the very night you got the first vision of him in that damned field. By the end you’re gasping through the stream of tears that break up your wails and Fiyero reels for a moment with parts victory and fear. Victory because ha! He knew Oz was off and fear because your visions were never wrong…either way..you were basically telling him that he was going to die.

And that’s been the cause of your recent state.

You weren’t just sad- you were mourning.

Mourning him.

In a lot of ways, you two were connected. You loved him and he loved you. When you are together- hell- when you’re simply in the same space, your hearts beat the same beat. Not a pump out of place and Fiyero felt that, when he hugs you and your chest is pressed to his or sometimes more intimately…warmth over your naked forms as he rocks into you deeper, claiming your mouth in pleasure as your nails rake down his back. His chest is pressed against yours then too, your hearts both beating as one, even as he drives into all your senses with a catching heat you could never control.

He was also the first not to be weary of your visions the way most people were. It was a rare gift so not much was known about foretellers and people tended to fear what they didn’t understand but there was a constant stigma that they only foretold catastrophe. He knew that wasn’t true as bad does need good and you only proved his point.

Starting with when you casually foretold him to make sure his fly isn’t down in the mess hall that Wednesday like you saw it would be, leading to quite the moment. And unlike most people, Fiyero did not heed your warning, he simply let his pants be. After the embarrassment of the entire student body noticing and things had quieted to their normal schedule, you cornered him in the hall and called him every kind of dimwit imaginable.

“Moron! You daft, airheaded, twittle brained, dim witted, dumb, doe-eyed, idiot buffoon! Did you not hear a wit of what I told you Monday?!”

“I-“

“I wasn’t finished! I told you so you could keep it from happening! Having a pleasing face and pretty smile won’t always distract everyone from your mishaps! Be more responsible!”

That’s when he realized it. One, that foretellers weren’t all about doom and gloom; and two, the delicious way you didn’t hesitate to lay into him like others never did, with that scowl on your pretty face showed him that he needed to have you.

“Ah, so you find my face to be pleasing?” The flush that bloomed across your face made him smirk as he let his ego take over.

“You’re not wrong. It is quite pleasing, in more ways than one-“, you cut him off with a scandalized gasp, promptly turning on your heel and scurrying away with a slightly tinted face. The implications of his words giving you quite the head-rush. Oh, you were so going down.

Only it wasn’t easy. You didn’t want him when he was Fiyero Tigelaar of Winkie Country- no. You preferred him when he was just..Fiyero. So now seeing the woman who loves him for him breakdown because you were petrified of losing him made a pit settle in his stomach that he desperately wanted to wish away as he rushed to comfort you.

“Shhh, hey, it’s alright. I’m here- right here. Nothing is taking me away from you. I wouldn’t let it.” The hushed whisper of his words fell over you like a blanket but the nagging worry was still there.

“But what-“

“No what if’s. I will not go anywhere that you can’t follow.”

The resolution in his voice makes you look up, staring at him through blurry wet eyes, closing them when he bought his hand up to wipe them, cooing softly. Silence took over as you allowed yourself to calm, taking him in. The sound of his voice, how he spoke, the gleam that was forever in his eye, the broad heat from his body, the lovely smell that always clung to him and rubbed off on you, even his hands. In the silence you whisper back to him.

“Promise me”, you’ll swear him to it, if that’s what it takes to keep him strictly by your side.

“I promise.” Of course he does, and without hesitation.

Wordlessly, you’re lifted and carried a short distance before you’re laid down, back falling into the plush comforters around you as Fiyero settles over top of you, raining slow tender kisses across your face. The familiarity of such a position makes you flush as your hands find purchase on his wide shoulders.

“I’m afraid, my pet, that we still have another problem…”, he trails off as you try to stay grounded.

“Mmm-oh! And what is that problem?” It takes longer than you would have preferred to get the words out, through the haze of Fiyero’s big hands caressing up your sides in a slow drag, thumbing at the sides of your breasts as he settles between your legs. Movements slow, languid.

“The problem”, he pauses to lave his tongue across the underside of your jaw, the hot wet muscle working as the kisses to your neck become molten, “..is how sad you still look.”

Look sad? You? You doubt it. The confused sound that leaves your dazed self makes him smile.

Your heart skips a hard beat when Fiyero presses himself against you, drinking in the way your teary eyes flutter back in pleasure with a bite of his lip, successfully having distracted you.

“Don’t worry though, it’s an easy enough fix…”, answering him coherently is the last thing on your mind as you let out a belated ‘hm’. Fiyero intentionally rolls his hips against your heat as your hands fly to his chest, working to get his shirt open with a whine.

“Yeah, told you I’m right here-“, he says pressing down on your lower tummy, “but I think it would help more for you to feel it no?”

Your response is pulling his head down to your lips, wanting him all over you as he licks into your mouth….

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Afterwards when he’s tired you out enough to put you to sleep; there are no nightmares. No visions.

That night, or any of the ones after.

[willyoubemycherryy]

Hey, everyone I just wanted to thank all of you guys for the support and love<3! You’re all so cute and honestly the best part of running a blog. Unfortunately, the fun can’t last forever since recently I’ve picked up a third job to make/save money because I really need to move out for my mental health because my family is not a safe one for me.

I guess this means updates will be slow, if I decide to even keep my blog up. It’s a tough call but I don’t have any help so I need to do what’s best for me.

Again, from the bottom of me- thank you for all the fun, laughs, love, and big tits. I love you all very much and thank you so much for being here🤍

[willyoubemycherryy]

Hypervision.

Older!Logan x reader

Warnings: cursing, flirting, s3xual innuendos but they’re tame I SWEAR, age gap, alcohol mention, one petname, cliffhanger :3

𝑩𝒍𝒖𝒆42 𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖♡´ ◕ ᴗ ◕ ｡ `♡ : @th3mrskory @smutinlove @inthetub @multifandom-random @multifandom-rand0m @fictionalmen-dilflover

part 1 .❄︎.

[2]_car karaoke is just conversation

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“Hey driver…”

Logan looks at you through the rear view mirror as your lilting voice reaches his ears. He briefly considers ignoring you for the sake of keeping things professional and because he could already hear the bit of mischief in your tone but decides to humor you, responding with a soft hum.

“I was just making a guess before but I really gotta ask- are you any fun?” When you were told there’d be a change in your team, nothing major just a new driver, he was not what you imagined. You had pictured someone bland and…inconspicuous; the man in front of you was anything but. For starters, he was huge. Standing at least 6’3 with thick dark hair peppered with gray strands and a beard that matched, a strong nose that contrasted such dreamy eyes. Even though he was clearly silverfox/beekeeping age older, you’d be lying if you said he wasn’t gorgeous.

You hear a light scoff after a minute, almost forgetting you ever even asked anything while looking at him.

“I wouldn’t bet on it. M’ too old for fun, kid”, he says and your heart jumps at how deep his voice is. There was definitely a backstory to the rasp, a low timbre that’s mixed parts alluring and mixed part warning but his answer piques your interest and you can’t help asking-

“How old are you?”

Logan can’t say 200 b.c and it feels suspicious to pass your question altogether, deciding to settle for how old he’d pass for in normal human years.

Your eyes widen as you pinch your lips in to hide the growing smile. God bless beekeepers. Logan notices your silence and glances at you through the mirror. He doesn’t really care about your reaction (in denial) but he’s curious enough to look yet you’re not looking at him any differently, still grinning in that way that makes him weary but also like he needs to keep an eye on you. Still, there’s a few things he wants to ask about. Not willing to be the only one put on the hot seat.

“How old are you?” Your eyes pop wider and you’re quiet for a second longer than what’s comfortable making him wonder if you’ll answer. It wouldn’t surprise him if you didn’t, a big part of your image is your mystery-

“I turned 22 a couple of weeks ago”, you say lightly and a bit of trepidation creeps into his system because he knew you were young but christ. You laugh again at the poorly concealed shock on his face as you scoot forward, wrapping your arms around the headrest of the seat next to his as you lean your face against it. It’s quiet for a bit but the silence isn’t uncomfortable, even with the slight shift in the atmosphere at how much closer you are to him, Logan doesn’t exactly mind it. Glancing at the gps, there’s still about 30 minutes left until you reach where he’s taking you but traffic might change that.

There’s a light sigh next to his ear and before he can look, your hand is reaching over to flick on the radio and suddenly he’s listening to a song called “indigo” by a woman named Niki while you grin innocently. “So…since you’ll be with us for a while unless you turn out to be a serial killer or stalker-“ Logan smirks in amusement at that, “what’s your name?” You ask, watching confusion flicker across his features before he snaps his head to face you at the red light, your heart quickening as he looks directly at you.

“What? Kid, nobody told you?” It didn’t make sense to him because if he was to be technically working for you then someone should have already passed the basics of who he was- on paper at least- to you but you shake your head.

“No. All I got from my manager was that he’d get someone to hire a new chauffeur so he wouldn’t have to keep driving me to everything.” Huh. So there were some things that Logan wasn’t the only one in the dark on. You clear your throat to remind him that you’re still waiting. He won’t admit but for some reason, it’s charming, the bit of attitude vaguely familiar.

“Well, I don’t know your name either”, he says but you’re not buying it.

“Of course you do-“

“No. Your real name.” You pout as Logan waits. It’s your move and you hesitate. “Besides, it’s not like you need my name for me to do my job.” Your frown deepens at that as the silence persists and Logan decides he’s humored you enough. Not wanting to get close or involve yourself with him anymore than what was strictly necessary but you want to push for just a little bit more. Your playlist is nothing but distractible noise in the background as it plays while you think, leaning back.

“Nobody knows my real name though. So it’s nothing personal,” You whine.

“I know.”

“Then-” Logan cuts you off, “then it’ll be our secret. Well, mostly yours but I’m no snitch, sweetheart.” Your heart leaps at the petname rolling off his tongue in that smooth drawl and you hum softly at that because you already knew he wasn’t the dishonest type just by the way he carried himself.

“But..” you start and Logan finishes, “but what kid?”

Stormy hazel eyes find your form again and he’s not sure what to make of you, not sure if he he needs to find out. It’s too soon to tell but you’re odd, cheeky, curious but you aren’t rude despite your status…charming too.

“But you can’t keep calling me kid, the same way I just can’t keep calling you driver”, you say sounding like the exact definition of petulance.

“Why not?”, Logan sighs back. Unbothered with his eyes one the road as you get closer to your destination.

“Take a wild guess”, and just to get you off his case…

“Because it sounds like a cheap porno?” The way your jaw drops makes him smirk, especially since you’re quiet then. But not for long.

“Yeah but that’s okay since the backseat is big enough…” Logan’s eyes pop open and he inhales sharply, a quick image of you on him in said backseat as he wills himself not to look at you. Hearing you shift in your seat but silent after, lost in thought.

It’s no big deal, it’s just a name…but nobody else knows except your manager. Taking a long look at him, you see the hardness of his features, the “stay away” cloud around him and make your choice.

“It’s…” your voice comes out in an almost hushed whisper and it’s soft, you heart pounding with anxiety until he repeats it. Low and reverent, it makes you warm and you nod your head at him, indicating it was his turn.

“…Logan.”

“Logan what?” He cuts you a look out the corner of his eye. You were pushing it.

“Logan Howlett. No more questions.” You smile, nodding. Logan Howlett. It suited him, both rugged and pretty. You could see yourself screaming it. You know….in case of emergency.

“Alright Eazy-E, no more questions.” Logan shoots you another glare but says nothing. The rest of the ride is mostly just music and your voice when you’d sing along. “You don’t talk much do you?” His answering hum tells you all you need to know.

Logan looks at the screen, you’ll be there in less than 5 minutes and he hums. The drive was more tolerable than he thought it’d be. “Where am I taking you anyway?”

“A close friend of mine’s birthday party. She picked the club so don’t judge me.” You put your hands up in defense of your innocence, the timing for it perfect when he pulls up to the front of a club named ‘The Naked Strip’.

Putting the car in park, Logan gets out and walks over to your side, opening the door as you get out. Using his arm to steady yourself, you squeeze the firm muscle there and think not for the first time that night- fuck was he big. You’re grateful there are no paparazzi yet because you aren’t subtle with the way you hang onto him. Softly biting your lip as you look up at him.

Meanwhile Logan is reeling not only are you standing close enough for him to feel your silhouette, catching whiffs of your sweet smell but also because he’s seeing clearly again. He wasn’t hallucinating it the last time and nothing hurt, unlike it usually did. Hundreds of thousands raced through his mind as to what the fuck was going on with him, mainly how but you call his name before he has the chance to think down the deep end.

“Thank you for driving me, Logan”, the way you seem to purr his name makes his nape warm as tingles settle over him. Lowering his head, he doesn’t just look at you- no- he sees you. Your eyes almost glow, the glitter around them making you look every bit the siren, pink lips shiny under the light pressure of your teeth and the contrast of your pretty little outfit brushing against his suit…

Clearing his throat, Logan reminds himself that he’s not supposed to be enjoying you. This was a job. Nothing more.

“I was just doing my job. No need to thank me but you’re welcome”. You nod, smiling- “But your job is also me if you ever plan on doing that…” Logan raises a stunned eyebrow and you’re giggling before backing up a few steps as you turn to go inside. Already eager for some drinks so you can tell your best friend all about your hot new driver.

“See you in a few! Don’t wait up!”

Logan watches the clear sway of your hips until you disappear inside, getting back in the car, no limp either as he’s remembering devious doe eyes, charming voice, soft wandering hands while wondering just how fucked he is….

He finds out exactly just how much when he picks you up.

Part 3_come over?….

[willyoubemycherryy]

Hypervision.

Older!Logan Howlett x reader

Warnings: Cursing, sad traumatic backstory flashbacks, angst, cliffhangers, old man Logan, difficult unprocessed emotions, but he balls so fuck it, canon universe alterations

𝑩𝒍𝒖𝒆42 𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖♡´ ◕ ᴗ ◕ ｡ `♡ : @th3mrskory @smutinlove @inthetub @multifandom-random

sneakpeek ｡ ❄︎ ｡

[1]_She’s both the princess & the popstar.

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To say the last couple years of his life have been rough, would be the understatement of every unfortunate century he’s lived through.

First losing the others, then Charles, and even the new mutants. Everything had spiraled in a torrent from horrible to completely unsalvageable with him being the last one standing. The irony of that still leaves him with a bitter, lonely hurt that only alcohol soothes for him these days. Of course not even that comes without a price. The alcohol, amongst other things would be the death of him if he wasn’t already slowly dying of everything that was finally catching up to him. Old age, grief that haunted him daily, the crushing guilt, the adamantium poisoning, and a lifetime of being reckless…Logan doesn’t think he’s ever felt more out of his mind.

But after another particularly rough patch, he decided to move out to another state entirely alone, somewhere in the city to work as a whatever and use the bustling noise as a distraction from his demons. At current, he needed money. He’d been juggling odd jobs here and there but the pay wasn’t anything to write about so to keep living until he dies, he needs cash. And more pain meds with booze. Which costs money to buy.

For once it’s just his luck when he goes out one night to grab a few drinks and maybe look for a gig when Logan sees an ad for work taped on the table end of a shitty bar. There wasn’t much detail on it, just the name of a guy as well as his number for further info but says it’ll pay well.

Logan grabs the paper and leaves, driving back to his small place so he can call.

Squinting as he dials in the number, briefly wondering if he’ll even get an answer given how late it is but as he sits on one of the few pieces of furniture in the room, to his surprise, he does. From there he gets the rundown of what the job is, when he’ll be interviewed and screened, that a clean background check is a must. No more than misdemeanors, which won’t be a problem since he’s lived his life off the grid for as long as he can remember and so far the man on the line explains simply that the gig is just picking up the same young girl at some high end clubs, events, plus other appearances and dropping her ass back home. Said girl had to be rich because the man on the phone tells him that he doesn’t need his own car because one will be provided by his charge.

However, the one thing that was putting Logan on edge was the mystery of it all. Almost no details about the girl he was supposed to be toting around were given. He’s used to odd jobs so he brushes it off because it can’t be more trouble than everything he’s lived through and with all the turmoil he’s currently going through, owing about 50,000$ to a gang for past debts and running from that too, Logan will take any break he can get.

The rest of his break comes about 2 weeks later when he’s officially hired a few days after arranged interview, passing background check and paid his first check. To him, it’s strange to get paid before doing any actual work, but he was warned at the interview that the girl who’s to be his charge is “unconventional”. Shaking his head from all the possible meaning of that, Logan tries to refocus as he drives to the place pinned on the cars gps where he was to first get you. Arching a salt and pepper brow, Logan makes a sharp turn as he gets closer to the destination, ignoring the anxiousness welling up. He still knew nothing about you and for some reason it put him on edge.

He couldn’t shake the feeling that this would end up being more trouble than it could be worth.

Logan ends up being so lost in thought on the drive by all the secretiveness that by the time he checks the gps, it says he’s already there. The first thing he notices is how shiny everything is, even with his blurry vision the house looked opulent, modern. Multiple stories and big ornate windows. The driveway was also long as hell but whatever. Straightening out his pitch black suit (also provided by his employ) and smoothing his hair, Logan only just then remembers he forgot his glasses when he gets out to stand by the side doors where he was told to open for you. Again, strange.

He doesn’t scowl but he’ll always look unfriendly thanks to life and experience but he hopes it’s not something he’ll get shit about. Yet, less than 5 minutes later, his expression changes completely as confusion and understanding dawn on him as the doors open and his charge comes out. Two men stand by the door as you exit and the secrecy of it all finally makes some fucking sense while making his life harder.

It was you. Shugō. A singer.

The new artist that recently took the world by storm with your music. Despite his reclusive lifestyle, even Logans managed to hear about you but from what he’s heard, as big of a star you are- almost all of your past is shrouded in mystery. Your real name isn’t even known, just your stage name, Shugō. You were elusive and for some reason, that only added to your popularity.

His vision wasn’t what it used to be but as you strode towards him, he was almost grateful for it because seeing you in all your glory could potentially become a problem. Your hair was in an elaborate updo with some of it framing your heart-shaped face, soft shaped eyebrows, and plump lips that spread into a smile as you approached him. The click of your heels and the sway of your mini skirt in a v cut top that flared out at the wrists almost covering what he knew were perfectly painted nails.

He didn’t even know what to say to you but he didn’t even get the chance to before a bubbly giggle broke the silence, making Logan jump to open the door for you. The cool sugar in your was scent all in his face as you pat him on the shoulder, fluttering pretty lashes as you give him a once over, “You look like you’ll be much more fun than the last stiff”, is what you say while you pass him before sliding in. Logan blinks at that, closing the door behind you as he gets back in the driver’s side and wonders how for the quick few seconds your hand was on his shoulder, he could’ve sworn his vision was perfect again. Able to even see the fine glitter on the sides of your eyes.

Mentally, he’s already putting his barriers up. The usual- don’t get close, don’t get involved, it’s for your and his own good. It’s just a job and nothing else so it’s best he keep the distance regardless of who you are, he thinks as the chilled sweet smell of your perfume fills the space.

There’s a ping on the gps to about 45 minutes away where he’s dropping you off. He doesn’t mind the silence but you feel differently as you clear your throat, smiling. Logan glances at you through the mirror before looking back at the road, swallowing. You were young because of course you are. Even smiling, there wasn’t a fold or wrinkle in sight and he was willing to bet you were at least early 20’s but there was no way to confirm because even if he looked it up, nothing personal was known about you. Stifling a sigh, Logan grips the wheel a little tighter. Little things were always trouble, pretty young things were even more trouble which he was too old for but it could explain the still nagging feeling that something was off about this job..

“Hey driver…”

And about you.

Part 2…

[willyoubemycherryy]

drink water!!!! dance in your room!!!!!! eat a lot of veggies!!!!!! dance as you do chores!!!!!! eat some fruit!!!!!!!! let yourself feel sad!!!!! have that $5 hot drink sometimes!!!!! try to smile even when you’re alone and doing some work!!!! listen to music that makes you happy when you’re feeling down!!!!!! we’ve all gone through crap and life might have more in store for us but we got this!!!!! 

[willyoubemycherryy]

Hypervision. (sneakpeek)

Older!Logan Howlett x reader

Warnings: medium burn, age gap, cursing, flirting, angst, violence, fluff, hurt & comfort, making out, old man logan, detailed smut, plot twists, drama and more. 18+ this story will have multiple parts

Summary: He was just supposed to be the bodyguard but everyone has secrets…

𝙑𝙞𝙚𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙙𝙫𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙙...

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This was going to bite him in the ass in the end. Part of him blames the man who set this up, this gig from originally being your chauffeur then the upgrade to bodyguard.

That’s all he was meant to do so why….

A rugged groan rips from Logan’s throat when you suddenly suck the sensitive spot under his neck, sultry tongue trailing up until you reach his ear giving it the same treatment as Logan’s hands tighten their grip on your hips where you’re seated on his lap.

You don’t stop though, prettily done hands run over thick muscles through his suit, wrinkling it in your haste to get it undone, freezing as you feel just how big he is. Biting your lip, you look at him through your lashes gasping oh so breathily and Logan knows he is not going to be strong enough to resist you. Not tonight.

And in the past, he’s tried. You’re young, you have your entire life to enjoy all the sweetness that came with your youth whereas he was just a bitter old man.

It was both his blessing and his curse that you didn’t care about that. Still…

“Doll, I don’t think you really want this-“, Logan tries to talk some sense into you through the haze of his own arousal, cock throbbing so painfully that he really wonders what harm getting it wet by a pretty little thing like you could truly be, but it’s no use because you’re just as gone as he is.

The temperature rises as you pull down the top of tiny glittery wrap you called a dress, letting your soft tits spill out, hard nipples begging to be in his mouth before you take his shirt and pull, making buttons fly everywhere and then his belt is next to go with you reaching in to pull out his length. Swearing when your fingers can’t even touch from how thick he is. You catch his mouth in a messy kiss, moaning with your hot tongue slotted against his before you pull away and he’s a bit dizzy from how much is about to happen.

“Oh but I do want this, I want you…and everything you can give me.” You purr, using the fat head of his cock to rub against your wet clit, sliding him through your drooling cunt and that’s Logan’s final straw as his big hand winds around your throat, your responding keen making his blood boil as he slides in…

He’s going to ruin you but as your bodyguard he was supposed to be doing the opposite.

There’s no way you’ll both make it out unscathed.

Chapter 1 >>.*•