#Perm box

[saydesole]

Black History

For many little Black girls, being featured on a Just For Me perm box or in their commercials was a dream come true. Just For Me, is known for its hair relaxer designed to straighten African American hair, formally known as "creamy crack". The irony was that to be considered a "Just For Me Girl," you had to have natural hair, as many of the models later revealed on Black Twitter that they hadn't actually used the product. This revelation was shocking, especially since so many of us have faced the consequences of using hair relaxers.

The video features LaTavia Roberson from Destiny's Child Just For Me It Girl

[canisonicscrewyou]

It's been a week and the urge to like. Dissociate via scrolling various apps is less apparent now. More importantly I drastically changed my hair today, and like, I DO still need to show that off. Obviously.

[pummelingbat]

number 28374834 of goofy things i want to draw sometime r Armand giving himself a terrible box perm in the 80s & Louis doing waves in his hair in the 90s bc he thinks it's funny that they're back in style

[jazziejax]

𝐉𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐧’

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - Modern AU | Elias ‘Stack’ Moore x Black!OC & Elijah ‘Smoke’ Moore | Modern AU

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 - In which two twin gangsters return home after years in Chicago, to 2003 Jackson, Mississippi. Only to find that the chubby, brace-faced tomboy from across the street has grown into a woman they can’t ignore.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - drug use, swearing

𝐉𝐚𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐞’𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 - something short because I literally have five other Smoke and Stack fics cooking in my drafts

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 - 2,178+

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ˖°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧, 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢

It always started with noise. Summer in Mississippi wasn’t just heat and humidity—it was loud. Between the swatting screen doors, the bugs flying, kids playing double dutch with mismatched ropes, and the rickety hum of box fans, it was hard to hear yourself think. But for young Juicy, the noise was a comfort… until it wasn’t.

Back in ‘95, Juicy was about eleven, braces still fresh, glasses sliding down her nose every five minutes, and dressed in a floral pattered dress that matches her sisters, though hers fit her more boxier than it did on the older girl. But she didn’t care much about appearances, and it didn’t help that her mama always compared her to her older sister, Sinclair, thin and pretty like the girls in those Jet beauty ads or the ones on the perm boxes. “If only you laid off them pork chops,” was her mama’s idea of encouragement. Her daddy didn’t say much at all.

Juicy found her peace elsewhere—mainly across the street.

The Moore twins, Elias and Elijah—known as Smoke and Stack to others—were about six years older, fast-mouthed, sharp-eyed boys sly grins and problems they never spoke too loudly about. Their father was known around the neighborhood for being the kind of man who left bruises instead of blessings, and their mother was long gone. But the Hall’s took to them like family. Martin, Juicy’s older brother, clicked with them right away over cassette tapes and corner store hustles. Sinclair even crushed on Stack for a while, though he never acted on it.

But it was Juicy—a little awkward, big-bodied, and always scribbling in her notebook—who lingered in the background. She wasn’t really friends with the boys, not like her siblings were. But some days, when things were too loud at her house and Mary, her only friend, couldn’t come out, Smoke would let her sit on the porch with them, passing her a freeze cup and tossing her lazy jokes that made her laugh until her gums showed. Or when Stack would let her old onto him as she rode on back of his bike as he made stops around the neighborhood.

Those little moments were enough. They made her feel seen.

And then, they were gone. Moved up to Chicago when she was fifteen, chasing something bigger—money, maybe, or just a way out. Life moved on. And the city was still as loud as ever.

But in 2003, the block got loud again in their return.

They came back in a long black Lincoln, rolling slow like they owned the pavement. Elias drove, toothpick between his teeth, silver chains glinting in the sun as she rubbed down his waves. Elijah was in the passenger seat, shades low on his nose, hair in tight cornrows. They’d filled out—solid, broad-shouldered men now, still dressed in dark clothes with just enough shine to show they had money. Word spread fast.

Smoke and Stack were home.

First stop was the gas station—for fuel and the liquor store next to it, then the old park where half the benches were gone and the other half were tagged up in Sharpie and knife scratches, looking for their homeboy in his usual spot. A few heads turned, so they dapped up old friends, nodded at familiar faces.

But the real reunion happened on Vernon Street.

Martin Hall was leaned up against his Impala, blunt behind his ear, gold ring glinting. He caught sight of the car before it even parked at the house across the street, and when he caught sight of the men in the car, he instantly grinned.

“Nahhh, I know this ain’t who I think it is.” He shouted, arms already wide open.

Stack stepped out first, grinning, and then Smoke followed. The three embraced like no time had passed at all, Martin falling the men up. Loud laughs, back slaps, the kind of reunion that made neighbors peek through blinds.

“Man, what the hell are yall doing back? And ain’t told a nigga?” Marin asked as he leaned backed against his hood, taking the blunt his girlfriend passed him from her place in his serving seat.

“It was quick to us too, man.” Smoke said, shaking his head a bit. “Them Chiraq niggas different, too much shit going on up there.” He said, placing his hands in the pockets of his black hoodie, his baggy white tee hanging from underneath a bit.

“Money was good, though.” Stack smirked, moving his gaze away from the woman in the car that was eyeing him with a lustful glint in her, to look at the against the hood.

“I bet.” Martin smirked. “I could only imagine what you niggas got up to up there. Especially to come back as fly as that.” He said, nodding over to the cars in front of the boys old home as he blew away the smoke from the blunt.

“Shit, us?” Stack questioned. “Look at you. The jewelry, new whip. Seems money down here moving smooth.”

“Mmm…it’s aight.” Martin shrugged, causing the twins to chuckle with a shake of their heads.

“You know we gotta celebrate.”Martin said, standing from the car a bit as he handed the blunt to his shorty in the car. “Whole block been a bit dry without y’all. Let me throw something together for tonight.” He suggested. “Plus, I gotta clean some paper anyway.” He shrugged, trying to ease the blow of an unexpected gathering upon the men.

Smoke and Stack exchanged a glance before both men looked back at their old friend and shrugged Martin clapped his hands with a smirk. “Aight.” He nodded. “Tracy, go call yo homegirls and shit, tell ‘em to come through while I get shit situated.” He said to the girl in his drivers seat. Tracy didn’t even say anything, she simply got out the car and made her at into the house, bit before making a bit of a show of pulling down her booty shorts. Stack and Smoke exchanged another look at that, but nothing was said further.

Plans were made fast. A block party. Speakers, coolers, grills were pulled out faster than the men could think. Now they just had to get everything jumpin’.

The men sat around Martin’s car catching up, reminiscing on old scams, and laughing at things they never got caught for. Smoke lit a cigarette while Stack leaned back, tapping his fingers on the dashboard.

That’s when they saw her.

Juicy.

She came walking up the sidewalk with Mary next to her, both of them laughing at something too far to hear. Juicy was still thick, but this time, she wore it like armor. Curves hugged up in a baby pink Juicy Couture set, midriff peeking under the hoodie. Her wedged flip flops clicked against the concrete with purpose. Her acrylics—French tips—glinted when she lifted her lollipop to her lips. Lips lined and glossy, brown skin smooth and glowing, gold hoops in her ears catching sun. Her sunglasses were perched on her head, the blonde highlighted tresses in a bun, looking like it just came out of a fresh roller set. It was only when she got closer that they could see that she still had the tiniest gap when she smiled, but now it looked like part of the charm.

Mary had her own vibe—low-rise jeans, rhinestone tank and a high pony—but no one was looking at her. Not the twins at least.

It was Juicy who had the street paused.

Smoke sat up a little straighter. Stack cocked his head. “Lil’ Juicy?” He mumbled.

And just like that, the heat of Mississippi summer wasn’t the loudest thing on the block anymore.

The heat clung to the air, and the bass from someone’s backyard radio pulsed low in the distance. Juicy walked like she owned the sidewalk, hips swaying in perfect rhythm with the click of her heels. She was curvy in all the right places—thicker than the girls on TV, but built with softness and strength that couldn’t be ignored.

Smoke and Stack hadn’t said a word yet. They’d gone still the second they saw her. Not obviously—nothing as sloppy as ogling—but they noticed everything. The gloss, the tips, the squinting, whenever from the sun or her needing her prescription. They both could remember how they used to slide down her nose every few seconds.

She no longer looked like the quiet girl who used to sit on the porch with a notebook. She looked like a woman now. A whole one.

Martin lifted a hand. “Juice! Come say what’s up.” He called out, waving the girl over.

Juicy raised a brow as she stopped at the curb, Mary lingering just behind her. “You actin’ like I don’t live here.”he caused, causing Martin to smack his lips. “You know what I mean.”

Juicy clocked the twins as soon as she approached. But her eyes didn’t widen, she didn’t blink. She just popped that lollipop out her mouth slow, head tilted, and said—

“Well, well. Look who finally came home.” All soft like.

Smoke stepped forward, arms crossed, head tilted just slightly. “Ain’t seen you in years, Juicy.” He said, voice a little lower than usual.

Stack nodded. “You done grown all up now.” He said, his eyes subconsciously giving the girl before him a quick once over, one that had him wanting to trace his eyes over her body again.

Juicy didn’t blush—she never did. She just looked between them, slow and deliberate, then popped the lollipop from her mouth and smiled, tiny gap and all. “Y’all look the same.” She said, though they really didn’t. “Maybe taller. Maybe.” She shrugged, not hiding the way she analyzed the men from head to toe, taking in their otherwise plain street wear, which she knew had to still be a decent penny for.

Martin chuckled. “They back for good. Figured I’d throw a little somethin’ tonight. Let the block know.”

Juicy nodded, barely glancing back at the twins. “That’s cute. I’ll see what’s up.” Then to Mary, “Come on.”

She turned without another word, strutting toward the house, and the two men made it their mission to not look at the rhinestones bedazzled on her booty, reading ‘Juicy’ across the span of the area. Mary, however, lingered just a second longer. Her eyes locked on Stack like she was sizing him up for dessert. No shame at all. She flashed a grin that was all teeth and trouble before jogging up the steps behind Juicy.

When they were gone, Martin lit his blunt, shaking his head. “Y’all look like you saw a ghost.” He said as he blew the smoke out. “Was it Mary? Yeah, I know, still freaks me out a bit to see her down here.” He added, not even waiting for an explanation from them.

Smoke leaned against the hood, eyes still on the porch. “Nah.” He muttered, voice tight. “Yeah, you right. Just didn’t expect that.” He said, though he was simply agreeing to save face.

A few minutes later, it seemed as though this party was about to take off as people began to show up, their drinks of chose and blunts in their clutches. This made Martin head inside to grab more beers while the twins stayed posted at the car, quiet now that the noise of the street settled down.

It was silent between them for a bit before Stack spoke up, not even looking at his brother. “Juicy is far from the girl we left them heard back.” Stack said, rubbing the back of his neck, internally questioning himself over the quick flashes of ‘not so pure’ thoughts he had about the girl he grew up with.

“Yeah.” Smoke replied. “She is.”

They didn’t say anything else for a moment, both thinking the same thing—how time had a funny way of flipping the script. How the girl who used to scribble doodles on everything and watch them from the corner of the porch now walked like she didn’t owe anybody her attention.

Smoke remembered the way she used to listen when he talked—really listen—without judgment or noise. How he used to feel stupid for sharing some of his serpent moments with someone so young. How at first he just needed her for an ear, and she levered that, and when he needed some answers, she was quick to help as well. And she had those same eyes. Soft but knowing. That hadn’t changed.

Stack was still thinking about her walk. The way she didn’t give them a second glance, like she’d seen men like them a thousand times. It didn’t bruise his ego—it just made him curious.

“And I peep she’s got a smart mouth on her now.” He finally said, half a smile on his lips.

Smoke nodded, but his gaze didn’t leave the front door. “Yeah.” He muttered, and that’s all he seemed to be able to say, as if she had rendered him speechless.

Stack’s smirked widen, longing his lips as a thought crossed his mind.

“Wonder who she’s lettin’ have it.”

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[orimuraa]

ㅤㅤ 𝜗𝜚 Will you be forever with me? - Nishimura Riki

꒰ 𝔖𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ꒱┆you were riki's complete opposite, but that never stopped you from loving him ⨾

۶ৎ nonchalant!riki x bubbly fem!reader ┆flufff┆kisses, petnames┆wc 426

⤷ 𝐲𝐞𝐣𝐢’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: sorry for being so ia TT i'll try to be back tho !! reblogs and feedback are always appreciated >o<

꒰ঌ ℬℴℴ𝓀𝓈𝒽ℯ𝓁𝒻 ໒꒱

"baby? are you home?" ni-ki knocked on your door, patiently waiting for your response.

all the way from up in your room, you heard a faint knock at your door and a voice you knew all too well.

"ki!!!" you exclaim, popping up from your vanity and running to the door.

you open the door with a wide smile on your face and you're greeted with your sweet, handsome boyfriend. ni-ki has a small smile tugging at his lips and you know he's so happy to see you but he doesn't want to ruin his "dark and mysterious" image.

"c'mon ki!! smile for me, pleaseee?" you drag out the "e" and give your best puppy eyes. he lets out a chuckle before looking back up at you with his warm smile, his eyes turning into little crescents as he comes forward to embrace you.

"hi baby," he sighs into your shoulder, turning his head to kiss your neck. you let out a little giggle at the feeling and turn to bring him into your home, shutting the door softly.

"hi kiki," you smile back, kissing his chin as he straightens up and towers over you.

"i got you a little something baby," he says softly, pulling out a baby pink box from behind his back. your favorite color.

you let out a small gasp as you examine the box, opening it slowly.

inside, lays a pink shoulder bag from miumiu that ni-ki knew you had been eyeing for a while. so, he saved up a bit of money and bought it for you, deciding to also add a little surprise to it.

on one of the ends of the strap, there hung a black bow, neatly tied and matching perfectly with the light pink.

"oh ki!! it's perfect!" you gasp, your hand flying up to cover your mouth. "thank you thank you thank you!!!" you throw your arms around ni-ki's neck and kiss him on his lips.

he takes this opportunity to pull you onto his lap and wrap his arms around your waist.

the smell of his perfume invades your senses as you hug his frame, decorated in his signature color—black.

"i love you my princess," he says softly, gently squishing your cheeks in between his thumb and pointer finger before kissing your puckered lips.

"i love you too kiki," you smile, kissing him softly once again.

you two didn't care that you were practically night and day. you loved each other so much and nothing could stop that. you were each other's forever.

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[simjaexy]

HELLO BEAUTIFUL I saw the MV of boxer enha AND LEMME TELL YOU BOXER SUNGHOON 😩 so I was wondering if you can make a drabble of Boxer! Sunghoon and reader and they get in to A LOT of sexy stuff? 😚 ALSO like a mean Dom Sunghoon? <3

Have a nice day pretty

Pairing ⇀ Boxer! Park Sunghoon x (F) Reader

Synopsis ⇀ You decided to visit Sunghoon at his boxing practice. But upon seeing him practice, you couldn’t help but feel a sexual way watching him practicing so focused and determined. So what happens when you decide to tease him while he’s practicing?

Genre ⇀ Pure Smut

Warnings ⇀ MINORS DNI!!!, Cursing, Sunghoon and reader are both a tease, Making out, Mean Dom! Sunghoon x Sub! Reader, Blowjob, Eating out, Humiliation, Overstimulation (f), Receiving (m&f), Doggy style, No protection (wrap it up), Cum swallowing, Multiple orgasms, Hickeys, Crying, Biting, Semi-public sex, Rough sex, Name calling (slut, good girl, etc.), Fingering, lmk if i missed anything!

W.c ⇀ 2.1k

A/n ⇀ You don’t even ask twice for that because I’m LIVING for Boxer Sunghoon. Kind of made it longer than I anticipated but I hope it meets your standards bb. If you would like to be on the perm tag list click here! Like, Reblog, Comment, and etc! Not proofread!

You arrived at Sunghoons boxing gym, the air thick with the sounds of fists hitting punching bags and the occasional grunts of other men there. The rhythmic thudding of gloves against leather filled the room. You decided to pay Sunghoon a visit at his practice matches. It wasn’t everyday you get to see him in action.

As you stepped inside, your eyes immediately started searching for Sunghoon. And when you finally saw him, in the middle of the ring, his body glistening with sweat, muscles rippling under his tank top, focus etched deeply into his brow. He moved with precision and power. His focus was unbreakable, each punch thrown with skill and intensity. You assumed he didn’t noticed you with how focused he was.

You couldn't help but admire him, his dedication and strength evident in every movement. That’s when he finally glanced up and saw you standing there, a smile spreading across his face. He glanced back at the guy who he was practicing with, giving a him a dab before quickly making his way over to you, his eyes lighting up with happiness.

"Hey, you," He said, leaning in to give you a quick kiss, "Didn’t think you would actually make it."

You gave him a teasing smile, your heart skipping a beat at the brief but sweet gesture, “Wouldn't miss it for the world. Besides, you promised you’d take me out to dinner after.”

Sunghoon gave you a little chuckle, “Of course pretty. Just give me a few more minutes.” He spoke, his voice low. You felt slickness between your legs and mentally cursed yourself for feeling sexual i a public area.

But then again, you couldn’t help yourself with the way he stares at you, as if he wanted the other men know that he owns you. Sunghoon gave one last look at you, sending a wink before heading back to the ring, his focus shifting back to his training.

You watched him, mesmerized by the way he moved, each punch and dodge executed with perfect form. You didn’t notice the gym started to empty out, the sounds of practice gradually fading as people left for the day.

With the gym now almost empty, you decided to have a little fun. You walked over to the edge of the ring, leaning against the ropes as you called out to him, "Hey, champ, need a break?"

Sunghoon looked over at you, a playful smirk on his face, he knew exactly what you were trying to do, “Are you trying to distract me?"

"Maybe," you replied, your tone teasing, "Or maybe I just want to see if you can handle a little distraction."

He chuckled, stepping out of the ring and walking over to you, "Oh, I can handle it. The question is, can you?"

You raised an eyebrow, a mischievous grin spreading across your face, "Why don't you come find out?"

Sunghoon closed the distance between you, his eyes locked on yours. You leaned in, feeling hit hot breath fanning your lips. But just as your lips were about to touch, he smirked and gently pushed you back.

"Not so fast," He teased, his voice low, "I've still got some training to do."

You stood there, stunned. What the fuck? As he turned and walked back to the ring. He glanced over his shoulder with a wink, his eyes twinkling with amusement. You hated when he did that, "Patience, love," He said, before resuming his practice, leaving you both flustered and confused.

You watched him with a pout on your unkissed lips. But you couldn’t help but feel like getting him back. Besides, he deserves it right. You knew Sunghoon like the back of your hand, it’ll be easy getting him all hot and bothered.

After a few minutes, you decided to turn up the heat. You slowly took off your jacket, letting it drop to the floor, "Is it just me, or is it really hot in here?" You asked, your voice carrying a hint of innocence.

Sunghoon didn't look at you, but he nodded, his focus still on his training, “Yeah, it's pretty warm. The guys don’t really like the cold here."

You frowned not seeing him look at you. That’s when you suddenly got an idea and grinned, deciding to take it a step further. You tucked your shirt up a bit, revealing your stomach, just enough to catch his attention, "Hey, Sunghoon, can I ask you something?"

This time, he stopped mid-punch and turned to look at you. His eyes widened seeing the sight of you. Jacket on the floor with you leaning backwards with your stomach peaking out. One more tuck up then your bra would be in view. A pink dust spread across his cheeks as he took in the thought of you like that. It was quiet for a few seconds before he snapped and made eye contact with you.

"What... what is it?" He stammered, unable to tear his gaze away from you.

You smiled, clearly enjoying the effect you had on him, "Oh, nothing important. Just wanted to see if you were paying attention."

Sunghoon shook his head, a huff coming out, as if he was controlling himself. As if he doesn’t wanna fall for your tricks, “You definitely have my attention now," He admits.

You laughed softly, feeling a sense of pride, “Well I don’t think I need it anymore. You can go back to practicing.” You mumbled, but Sunghoon heard you. He nodded, knowing that if he spoke his voice would definitely sound needy. So, he continued practicing once again.

You decided to unclip your bra and take it off, also dropping that on the floor. Your perky nipples in clear view. You felt the room thicken within seconds. You slowly led your hand towards your cloth core, rubbing your wet folds, letting out a soft moan.

Sunghoon let out a pained groan and rubbed his neck, probably because he dodged so many punches from the other guy earlier. That's when he looked over at you and saw you rubbing your folds and fiddling with your perky nipples, letting out pitiful moans. Your eyes were closed, clearly not noticing him stopping and staring right at you.

The sight in front of him definitely made him rock hard. Fuck. Finally, without warning, Sunghoon ripped off his gloves and tossed them to the ground. His sudden movement startled you, and before you could react, he was striding towards you with a lustful hard look in his eyes. Your heart raced as he closed the distance between you in a matter of seconds.

His hands found your waist, and he pulled you against him with a roughness that took your breath away. Before you could utter a word, his lips crashed into yours, demanding and intense. The kiss was fierce, filled with all the pent-up frustration and desire he'd been holding back.

You immediately wrapped your arms around his neck, melting into him. His hands roamed your back, pulling you even closer, while your fingers tangled in his hair, deepening the kiss. You let out a whimper feeling one of his legs push in between yours.

You immediately began grinding down, feeling your core brush against your underwear. It felt so good. Sunghoon gripped one of your breasts, squeezing them harshly. You broke the kiss and let out a loud moan.

You didn’t have time to react when Sunghoon dragged you to a mat that was laying down not far from you guys. He pushed you down on the mat, your back hitting it roughly. You let out a pained whimper before feeling Sunghoon get on top you.

“You wanna fucking act like a slut? Bothering me while I’m practicing for a big match.” He snapped. You gave him an innocent smile, your eyes fluttering. Fuck, you really like pissing him off. He didn’t waste any time sucking on your neck, hickeys forming. You squirmed and let out a mewl when he bit down.

“H-Hoonie- hic!- hurts!” You cried out. Sunghoon paid no mind to you. This is what you wanted right? He licked the bite mark gently before lifting his head up again. You felt intimidated by his intense gaze, looking away in humiliation, but Sunghoon was having any of that. He forcefully grabbed your jaw and made you look at him.

“If you wanna get fucked good then you’re gonna suck my dick.” He growled. You bit your lip and with teary eyes, you nodded. You didn’t waste a second, pulling down his sweats to see his cloth dick. You slowly pulled his boxers down, his dick springing free, slapping his stomach.

You softly wrapped your hands around it, stroking it lazily. Sunghoon watched you with an unreadable expression, almost as if he was bored. So, you opened your mouth, granting him full access to your mouth and putting his dick in. You let in a moan feeling him hit the back of your throat. Your face close to his pubic hair.

Sunghoon didn’t give a warning when he suddenly gripped your hair and took his dick out and pushed back in making you gag. Although you were slapping his thigh, he continued to thrust inside your mouth at a rough pace. You felt tears gather in your eyes again. Sunghoon loved it.

You heard his groans and curses and felt his dick twitch inside your mouth, indicating he was close. He gave out three more thrust before cumming deep in your throat. Sunghoon let out a hiss, taking his dick out of your mouth.

“Open.” He demanded. You opened your mouth, showing him you swallowed everything. He gave you a soft smile and rubbed your head, “Good girl.”

You couldn’t speak when he suddenly pushed you back down making you yelp. He slid off your shorts and underwear revealing your wet pussy. He licked his lips, his eyes gazing with lust. Before he could do anything, you held his head, “Shit, wait Sunghoon. W-We’re in public.” You whispered. Sunghoon paused and stared at you.

“You now noticed that after you sucked me off?” He said. You whined and Sunghoon sighed. He can’t say no to you, “I’ll make it fast.” He added. Besides, he really wanted to taste your sweet pussy.

He didn’t wanna hear you say anymore and flicked his tongue against your bud. You covered your mouth, but your moan was still heard. Sunghoon let out an ‘hmm’ tasting your sweet pussy. He noticed you covering your mouth and gave you a slap on your thigh. You stared at him dazed, “I wanna hear you.” He said.

You nodded and uncovered your mouth, feeling too drunk off of pleasure to say no. He then continued to lick your pussy. He sucked on your bud before licking your hole. You let out sighs and pants when he all of a sudden stuck a finger inside you while he was suckling on your bud.

“Oh god! s’good!” You moaned. You felt saliva dripping down your lips, but didn’t care to wipe it off. Sunghoon hums vibrated against your pussy and that’s when you felt your orgasm coming.

“Gonna cum! Cumming-“ You let out one last time before coming undone on Sunghoon tongue. He licked your juices, taking his finger out. You panted shaky and weak.

Sunghoon flipped you over, aligning his dick at your entrance. He slowly pushed in, making you both moan in unison. You squirmed under him, feeling overstimulated. Sunghoon chuckled, “Looks like my good girl can’t take it.”

You shook your head, “No! I-I can. Please Sunghoon- fuck me!” You begged. Sunghoon's eyes turned dark. You couldn’t comprehend what was happening when you felt him push deep inside you, knocking the air out of you.

The sound of loud skin slapping echoed in the gym. Someone had to have heard you guys. You let out loud moans and whimpers, feeling him so deep in you. Both of your bodies sticky with sweat. God the smell of sex was unbearable.

Sunghoon gripped your waist hard. He knows they’ll be bruised later on, and he fucking loves it. You arch your back more, giving Sunghoon even deeper access if it was even possible. His dick felt too good in you. It’s like your pussy was made for him.

You felt your orgasm coming, “H-Hoonie m’gonna cum again- ah!” You screamed, your orgasm crashing. Sunghoon threw his head back and came seconds later, his cum spurting inside. You felt so full.

He took his now soft dick out and pulled up his sweatpants and boxers. He helped you up and gave you a towel so you can fix yourself up. After you were done you noticed Sunghoon already having his bag in his hand. You smiled at him softly. Sunghoon smiled back, feeling his heart race. He loved your afterglow.

You both walked out the gym, hand in hand. You didn’t know gym sex was something you wanna plan on doing again, but when Sunghoon kisses your hand gently and gives you a loving look, who are you to complain?

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[madamechrissy]

Took you Like a Shot - final part preview!

Pairings- Rich Frat/fuckboi Toru x Preppy Sorority reader

Warnings - oral (m receiving) and domestic fluff, basically them being fucking cute lol

I can't believe this cute ass fun little story is ending! With some of my angstier things this was like such a delight. Ending will be out by the weekend <3

Satoru Gojo didn’t plan on proposing while you were sucking his dick.

He really didn’t!

He was waiting for your date in a couple of weeks, waiting for you to get the clear and fully recover, waiting for you both to not be exhausted zombies with a newborn who’s crying every couple hours. Waiting for the perfect moment, the right moment like your friends suggested - when you felt more yourself.

Currently your hair is in a messy bun, you have eye bags, and you’re wearing a big tee shirt of his with stains on it from where your milk poured just too much from your nipples, but you were too tired to care. But he has never found you hotter than when you’d turned over at four am, sleepy and gasping when he kissed your neck, only to somehow pin him to the bed and suck him.

You hadn’t expected it either, you all can’t have sex just yet, but when his hard length had pressed up against your ass, and you just touching it made him whimper, you were dying to please him. Satoru has alternated every turn with you, bringing you Miyuki so you could rest in bed while you fed her, taking bottles you pumped and helping do everything.

He’s been perfect.

You’ve both been tired, you’re so thankful he took time off work to help you, only leaving for a bit to oversee things, you couldn’t ask for a better partner, and you fall deeper in love with every sleepy moment shared. How could you not want to at least get him off, you’re feeling much more yourself, you’re already horny again, and kisses soon turned to more.

Now you’re deep throating his cock, his hand entangles in the mess that is your loose bun, gripping so tightly while he whimpers. You taste him, just a little salty but still so sweet, as his precum drags along your tongue. He’s murmuring - wanna be inside you, fuck baby, your mouth it feels so- mmm! - just urging you on, bobbing up and down his pretty cock slowly, savoring every moment.

“Marry me.”

You pull back, wondering if you’re so tired you’re delusional, strings of saliva dripping off your lips against his tip.

“Huh!?”

“Shit… also keep sucking me, please?” He pouts now, whining as he grips the base of his cock, rubbing it on your lips, but you’re leaned up, eyes wide as saucers as you look at him.

“Was that some… joke or…”

Satoru sighs, fucking your mouth again, whining out, he’s so sensitive. “No joke, been wanting to ask y-you… oh fuck.”

“Wait, really?” You pull back again, stroking him slowly, thumb pressing over his leaking tip, watching his white lashes flutter, his abdomen tense, while his hand moves to cup your face in the night. “Satoru, are you proposing to me mid blow job?”

“You give really amazing blowjobs. I should be mad about how you’re that good, actually.” He glares now, earning your giggle when he sits up just a bit, leaning over to the drawer, and that is when it all becomes too real, when you see his muscles flex, see the box in his hand.

“Satoru…” You’re trembling, as he sighs, sitting up as you get on your knees, heart pounding in your ears.

Was Satoru really proposing to you - looking like a whole fucking disaster - with precum on your lips!?

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[sleepyhoon]

SAY YOU LOVE ME. — TRAILER

starring lee heeseung, park sunghoon, and you.

“ i know you like her, so do something about it „

syn. your once bold and confident figure skating partner — park sunghoon — has grown shy, stiff, and timid around you now that your routines have crossed the line from friendly intimacy to borderline sensual. with an upcoming performance at the annual figure skating convention on the line, you’re worried your partner’s incompetence could cost you opportunities to further your careeres. your boyfriend, heeseung, however seems to have the perfect solution to get sunghoon back on track.

running time. est 15k+

release date. mid to late january 2025

tickets. taglist open — reply to join or join my perm taglist here

rating. NC-17 :: mentions of dieting and harsh workouts, mentions of anxiety. swearing, alcohol consumption & drinking games. sexually explicit content in the form of — voyeurism, rough sex, cunnilingus, spit, fingering, multiple creampies, cum eating, slight mxm content, soft dom!hoon, mean dom!hee.

director’s note. surprise!! in honor of hitting 2.5 billion followers here is a teaser of my gift to you all! possibly my fave thing i’ve written in all my years of writing fanfics so this is extra special to me! hope you enjoy it, and special thanks to my angel @intromortal for designing the banners, dividers, and layout <3

— TRAILER

running time. 500+ || rating. PG-13

“I have a theory,” Heeseung pauses, taking a sip from your Stanley Cup as you quirk a brow at him, “about Sunghoon.”

It’s not often that Heeseung actively engages in conversations regarding your skating partner, so your curiosity is piqued. “What about him?”

Your boyfriend shrugs, setting your tumbler on the ground before slipping his boxing gloves back on, “About his, uh…date. I don’t think he’s into Jisu like he said he was.”

You snort, leaning your head against the rugged brick wall as you watch Heeseung give the punching bag a few light taps. “Trust me, I figured that out by now. I just don’t understand why he’d lie about liking someone.”

Heeseung glances at you for a moment, shaking his head at the fact that you clearly didn’t understand Sunghoon’s dilemma. “He definitely likes someone, just not her.”

“Then who?”

“You seriously don’t know?”

You throw your arms up in mock frustration, “How am I supposed to? He doesn’t talk to me about girls or his love life.”

Heeseung chuckles, mumbling “I bet” under his breath as he lands harder hits on the punching bag. “Sunghoon likes you, YN, that’s why the date with Jisu didn’t go well. That’s why he can barely even look you in the eye and why it’s so awkward skating with him now.”

“Your routines are so fucking — ugh — romantic now, and he’s obviously into you. He probably — ugh! — feels guilty, or some shit.” Heeseung punches grow harsher and harsher as he speaks, pausing every so often to let out a loud grunt as his fists connect with the leather.

Dumbfounded, you stare down at your sneakers in awe. You’d never imagined the possibility of Sunghoon having a crush on you, but Heeseung’s theory makes more sense than you’d like to admit.

“But, why would he tell me-”

“Because you fucking cornered him and demanded he tell you who he liked.” Heeseung interrupts, already knowing what your question was, “He was probably seconds away from pissing himself and blurted out the first girl he could think of.”

“I did not corner him.”

Heeseung rolls his eyes, using his forearm to wipe the sweat off his brow, “Whatever, just pointing out that you probably scared him.”

You sigh, awkwardly toying with your shoelaces as you mumble, “I didn’t mean to.”

“I know you didn’t, baby,” Heeseung ducks around the punching bag a few times, pretending he’s in a ring with an opponent as you stifle a laugh at him, “he was just nervous, is all.”

“Well, what am I supposed to do about this? His … crush on me is making it impossible for us to skate together, and I can’t do much about it.”

Heeseung allows his arms to fall to his side, chewing on his bottom lip as he gazes at the beat-up punching bag. There’s one idea that may just work, and maybe it’ll be enough to get you out of Sunghoon’s system just enough for him to go back to normal, or at least learn to not be so nervous around you.

“What if, for one night, we just … let him have you?”

Before you go to respond, Heeseung delivers another heavy punch to the bag, watching silently with a tense jaw as it breaks off the chain and falls to the ground.

[pleasantlycrazyworld]

Bob just liked to spend time with you. It didn't matter what the two of you did just as long as he was in your presence. For the past couple of days, you have been complaining about your nails, the polish on them had chipped and your nails were starting to break so Bob had the brilliant idea of doing your nails while watching the TV show the two of you were binging.

He watched you carefully as you gathered all your supplies and noticed the sheet mask in the corner of your bathroom. "What are these?" He asked picking up the box. "Oh, those are sheet masks! It helps moisturize your face." He nodded as you explained it to him to show he was following along. "Can-could we do them? My face has been itchy lately. Ava said it could be the weather drying it out? Would these help that?" He hadn't noticed how he was rambling until his eyes met yours and noticed the teasingly smile on your face.

You took the box from him and reassured him that you didn't mind using them tonight. The two of you wandered to the TV area while discussing what you thought was going to happen next on your show. Setting everything up was easy as the peacefulness the two of you felt together settled in the room.

You were three episodes in when the rest of the team came into the room. John laughed seeing the situation unfolding in front of them. Bob was sitting on the floor between your legs with a sheet mask on and a black nail polish drying on his fingers. You were sitting on the couch with your sheet mask on and a matching black nail polish drying on your own fingers.

"What-" John cut himself off with his own laughter, "what the hell are you doing?!? Like seriously Bob can you ever say no to her? This is getting ridiculous what's next you're getting a perm!" His laughter echoes through the large room and you huffed pausing your show.

The sheet mask was hiding most of the redness that was spreading across Bob's face but from where you were sitting you could see his ears turning red.

Ava and Yelena took turns smacking the back of Walker's head as they argued back at him for not knowing how to show love as well as Bob does. "You wish you were half the man that Bob was! "At least he has masculinity!" Ava and Yelena's voices tangled with each other as they defended Bob.

A wicked smile spread across your face that made everyone slightly concerned. "Y/N...what are you planning?" John asked fearful knowing he had upset you by disturbing your night.

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Bob laughed loudly as he took in the situation in front of him. He had no idea how you had achieved it but John was now sitting in the armchair pouting with a sheet mask on. You didn't go as far as painting his nails but you did make sure Yelenia took plenty of pictures.

Alexei came in and started cheering about what wonderful team bonding everyone was a part of. However his cheering stopped when a question formed in his head. "Why was I not invited???" He asked slightly hurt to not be invited. "I know the winter Barnes is in an important meeting. Shame he has to miss team bonding but me??? I'm on the team!"

You went over to Alexei talking about how he is a very important member of the team, a few minutes later he sat next to John with a matching sheet mask on and a red nail polish drying on his fingers. "This. This is team bonding!"

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[adhdduckie]

bloodied kisses - m.g. x reader

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synopsis: mark grayson, who removes himself quietly from your life as if he was never in it in the first place. as if he wasn't your best friend for years and years. who shows up to your house for the first time in months, beaten and bruised.

wc: 3.8k

a/n: i finished it, posted it, and then i deleted it by accident. had to rewrite ending and i hate myself rn because i deleted it.

your friendship with mark had started when you'd first moved in, just down the road. you'd been young, still baby faced at 11.

you'd been helping your mom move the boxes out of the moving truck when you heard a small "you need any help?"

it made you jump, seeing how you'd not heard him approaching, and when you turned around to face him, he saw the fear on your face and quickly apologised, "oh my god, i'm so sorry. my mom told me to come help"

you'd told him it wasn't a big deal, and he'd introduced himself to you. you'd done the same.

after that, he'd come over so many times, and soon enough, you'd been inseparable.

you'd joined his school once the summer was over, and you spent lunchtimes with william and mark together, always talking about that comic mark loved, seance dog.

while you didn't like the comics as much as they did, you loved to hear them talk about them, especially the way mark got so animated when arguing with william about it.

you realised at some point at a lunchtime during school that you'd liked him a lot more than a friend. he'd been leaning forward talking to you, and when he'd gotten too close, you'd gotten nervous. your heart thumping, palms sweaty kind of nervous.

and that made you scared. he was your friend, first and foremost, and your feelings for him were pushed down, deep, deep, deep. locked in a little box where your heart would have been, in a bigger box, in a bigger box. which was then locked in large steel chains.

a little bit of an overkill, but you really weren't risking shit.

your friendship was sweet, mark was sweet, and he especially was sweet to you. mark was too sweet, too good to you.

kind, charming and funny, always cracking jokes to you in class, teasing you just enough to get you flustered, but only as a joke, which he would say.

it hurt a little, but as you said before, friendship was more important to you.

problem was, as soon as you hit 16, he'd stopped. stopped talking to you in the halls, stopped talking to you in class, stopped coming over. he'd dodge you in the halls, and pretended not to be home when you'd come over.

william didn't get it either, saying how mark wouldn't tell him why he'd been avoiding you, and goddamn, it hurt.

you'd been hurt, so hurt, and you'd had enough. he stopped responding to your messages, and had just stopped leaving you on read, opting instead to leave you on delivered.

that was the last straw for you. so you stopped trying. stopped looking for him the halls, stopped going over to his house to look for him, stopped messaging him, and stopped sitting with them at lunch.

and as soon as you'd disappeared from their normal table at lunch, mark had gone back to sit with william.

you'd seen it happen first time. sitting next to a guy who'd been begging you to sit with you at lunch for months, you'd zoned out from the boring conversation as soon as he'd started. he was going on about something about being on the football team and being the MIP of the team, but you weren't listening.

your eyes were on mark as he made his way through the hustling and bustling cafeteria, his yellow shirt underneath his blue sweater always standing out.

his sleeves were pushed up his forearms, and you'd been able to see the muscle in them, flexing as he carried his tray with one hand. you hated how it still invoked the butterflies in your stomach, and it pissed the hell out of you.

you dragged your eyes forcefully away from him, trying to pay attention to jacob and whatever he was saying about his football. but no matter what happened, your eyes went right back at mark.

him laughing, talking with william and just acting completely unaffected by your absence.

'fuck him'. you thought to yourself.

and just as easy that mark had come into your life, he disappeared from it.

a year had passed since then, and it was easier than it was before, but still not as easy as your friendship had been.

you still loved him, which pissed you off to no end, despite his completely lack of care for you.

initially you had tried to smile at him in the halls as you'd walked by in different directions, but he always stood straight, ignoring you completely, eyes ahead as you stumbled over your steps.

you told yourself it was for the better, that you didn't want his attention anymore, but that little box in of your heart ached every time you thought that.

william and you still spoke, but you'd found another group of friends, only ever talking to william when mark wasn't around.

and then, there was a new superhero.

invincible, (cue title card) or so he called himself. quite frankly, mark was horrible at hiding his identity.

ducking out of class, only minutes later invincible arriving on a scene. he had the same hair, same build and height, and that same….mark feeling.

but you didn't tell anyone, you didn't say anything to anyone, and god, why did it matter if you knew who he was. he wasn't your mark anymore, you weren't even friends.

you'd watched him as he changed over time, growing taller, broader and stronger.

you couldn't help but notice, and yet again it was something you cursed your stupid little heart box for.

in the halls it was easier to notice, he'd shot up over the summer, especially now that he's got his powers.

it's crazy to think that mark is invincible, especially the guy who was once your mark. well, he's no longer your mark, as you should be able to tell due to the complete and absolute avoidance of you.

still, with absolutely no reasoning whatsoever behind it.

william, even a year later, still urges you to speak to mark. but you refuse, saying that "it was completely unwarranted," And that "you didn't do anything that deserved this kind of treatment." all that could have possibly happened would be that he had enough of you.

he just stopped liking you and that there was absolutely no other reasoning behind it. which lowkey sucked but still, men ain't shit (says you who literally sometimes still cry remembering about how fucking upset you were when he just disappeared out your life.)

william is done. he really is. he's had enough of both you and mark, how mark just refuses to talk to you and how you just fucking won't talk to mark either.

it's not really your fault. you tried, you really did, messaging him, showing up, just anything you used to do together.

debbie, who you still see around occasionally, gives you a sad smile sometimes, like she knows what's happening. but you never ask, because maybe you don't want to know. but you also do, which is a big problem.

you're currently just hanging around at williams, watching TV with him when there's a news alert. 'Breaking, invincible in fight with (generic) villain'

you watch with bated breath, watching mark, or invincible, getting absolutely beaten up, quite frankly, and youre really worried for a moment there that you're gonna be attending a funeral.

but somehow, like normal he always managed to get out of it, but it leaves him bruised and bleeding. you're so irrevocably fucked, you want everything in the world to pause just so you can check if he's okay.

but you have to remind yourself you can't do that anymore, he's not your friend.

you're tired, so unbelievably tired. you're missing your conversations together, you're missing just being near him, being allowed to look at him with more than just stolen glances. you're just tired, and you want it all to go back to normal.

fuck normal, honestly.

you're done. with worrying and you don't want to see the news. knowing mark got out is enough, and you want to go home to cry.

william doesn't get why all of a sudden you're so tired, and you bode both him and rick goodbye as you leave, not really wanting to third wheel anymore.

rick's sweet, he is, but you just want to be home alone now, and not with anyone else.

the trek back home isn't a long one, but you soften the walk with some music. it's dark out, a little earlier than usual.

just as you reach your house, you look up to your room to see the light is on, and the windows open, which is strange because you swear you switched it off just before you headed out and closed your windows.

you can see the light shining down through the large oak tree in your front yard, and the way the light filters through the leaves is gorgeous.

you can see the curtains billowing from the night air, and you furrow your brows.

might have been a slip of the mind, you reckon.

nevertheless, you unlock your front door, setting down your coat on the hangers, dropping your keys onto the mantle, before heading into the kitchen to make yourself some quick noodles.

your parents are out again, on a date night, most likely. they won't be home for awhile.

as you're waiting for the water to boil, you're standing there rather impatiently. you just want to collapse into bed, it's been a tiring day.

your hands itch for your phone, to search up if invincible managed to get away compltely alright. but you won't. you have to remind yourself that you don't care, that you can't care.

next thing you know, you're letting out a sigh of relief, seeing that invincible got away alright, and then you're swearing at yourself for even caring.

but it's hard to switch it off like a switch, you just can't do that.

once your noodles are done, you're halfway up the stairs when you hear a shuffle coming from your room.

you freeze.

you're waiting for the sound to come again, and when it doesn't, you think it's just a trick of your mind, and you keep walking up.

stopping right at your door, something makes you pause but you're not sure what it is or why you're pausing, but you force yourself to move past it. you push open your door.

it takes your eyes a moment to adjust to the rather bright light all of a sudden, coming from the rather dark hallway. once your eyes do adjust, you see it.

mark.

he's sitting on the floor of your room, holding a hand to his stomach, eyes closed as he rests his head on edge of your bed, his jaw sharp, his neck taut.

his mask is off, flung to the side. you can see it in the corner, and it's covered in blood. his or someone else's, you're not sure.

but the absence of a large abundance of blood on his face makes you think it's someone else's.

"what the fuck." you say, more annoyed than anything else.

then you process the blood. it's on your floor, which is stone, so it's not so bad to clean up, but his suit is torn, and he looks like he's in pain.

"what the fuck, mark." You repeat, and only then does he open his eyes, to look at you.

"hey." he says.

a year and a couple months and all you fucking get is a "hey" like it's only been hours since he's seen you last?

"don't 'hey' me." you snap, setting down your quick noodles and your glass of water, before you think again, picking it up and passing the glass of water to him. he takes it with a grateful look, trying to smile at you.

even his teeth are stained with blood. his injuries look a lot worse in person, rather than on TV.

you stare at him for a while, before you walk to your bathroom, grabbing your first aid kit that you'd once run out to buy once when mark had fallen from the tree in your front yard when you were 13, the one you had used to clean up his cuts back then.

it had sat unused for four years, just waiting to be used again, in the corner under your sink. you have to brush the dirt off of it.

then you have to wash your hands, for the fear of infection.

you come back out, pulling out everything you think you might need.

"what the fuck are you doing here, mark." you snap at him again, pissed that he just shows up after 16 months of absolutely nothing, pretending that everything's fine when he's covered in blood, and this is the first time you've seen him up close in a year.

you're taking out your scissors, cutting the cloth around his cuts, trying to stop the fabric from sticking to it. you hate how close this makes you, hate how it makes the box in your chest ache, hate how you want to be closer.

"i wanted to see you." he groans, when you pull a certain strip of fabric away from a particularly deep cut. even his voice has changed. it's deeper, far more self assured, and somehow just more…mark.

"you wanted to see me?" you scoff, setting your scissors down and picking up some antiseptic cream and a piece of gauze. "you haven't spoken to me in 16 months. you've ignored and dodged me at school, you've left me on read for months, and. you just show up, bleeding and beaten in your invincible suit just completely out of the blue?" you can feel your throat close up as you finish speaking, tears pricking at your eyes.

you rub at them with your sleeves, making sure that your hands remain clean. you put just a little too much iodine solution on the gauze, pressing a little bit harder than you need to.

he lets out a hiss of pain, and it doesn't make you feel better, unlike what you were hoping. "fuck you, mark" you say to him again.

he's silent. he's just staring at you, his face unreadable.

you can see how much he's changed since the last time you were this up close.

you avoid his eye contact, knowing that if you made eye contact with him, you wouldn't be able to hold back 16 months of anger and pain back.

"will you just fucking say something?" you demand, bandaging him up with the rolls and rolls of bandages, basically wrapping him up like a mummy.

"mark. please." you beg.

you feel his hand cup your jaw, making you look up at him, his eye contact making you nervy, tears threatening to spill over your lash lines.

he swallows, mouth dry before he says; "i just… couldn't be around you anymore."

that admission makes you crumble, and you automatically assume the worst. but the way he's handling you now, so soft and gently is at odds with his words.

"what..do you mean?" it's your turn to swallow now, and you realise how parched you really are.

he sighs, as your eyes hone in on a cut on his upper eyebrow, and you're picking up the gauze and iodine solution again, shuffling closer.

you're hesitant to dab at his eye, holding out the gauze out for a moment, to see if he's alright with you being this close to him.

he nods, once, but you notice. of course you notice. you can count the amount of tiny tiny scars he has on his face from here.

you can see the one that's just under his brow , the one he got from a branch when he fell down from the tree, the one you'd helped him clean.

you dab slowly, gently. you've slowed down a little, waiting for his response. you're trying to avoid direct eye contact with mark, but you can still feel his eyes zeroed in on you.

"mark, what do you mean." you repeat, demanding answers. you've had enough of this cat and mouse, where he's constantly running from you. you're not letting him go till you're getting your answers.

he sighs, seeming to understand that you aren't letting go.

"you know, i just couldn't control myself. i want you. like desperately. like more than a friend, more than a best friend. i knew it was more than you were willing to give me , so i tried to distance myself. and once i did, it was harder for me to go back to normal, so i couldn't."

wow. okay. erm. not what you were expecting. but still, that was still a completely dick move.

"you want me?" you ask him, shy. you're hopeful, needing him to say it. the chain around the boxes of your heart snaps.

"i don't just want you, I need you. do you know how much it killed me to see you sitting with that tool jacob?? you smiling at whatever he was saying, but still looking at me? do you know how hard it was for me to pretend like i didn't see you in the hallways? like it wasn't suffocating to walk by you and not talk to you?" your outer heart box splinters.

you want to say something, you really do, but you can't get anything in with the way he's rambling

"my heart squeezes every time i look at you, and it killed me to stay so far away from you." he says, looking up at you again. your hand has stilled from where you were dabbing at his cut, and you're breathless. when the admission sinks in, another shell around your heart breaks.

"i fucking love you, and i never said anything because i didn't want to ruin our friendship." he whispers, like it's hard for him to say it. it probably is. the final box that was keeping your feelings locked up and tucked away, just fucking breaks. you're crying, and you're trying not to show him.

"and i know, i ruined it by walking away, but i didn't want to ruin it by telling you i loved you. and i'm sorry, i'm sorry… i just can't stay away anymore. it really took me almost dying to realise how much i've been needing you." he says to you, his hand cupping your jaw again. his other hand reaches up to your cheek, and his thumb brushes away a tear.

his head is no longer resting against your bed edge, and now he's sitting up rather straight. he's moving into your space, he's so close you can feel his breath fanning across your lips. he smells like blood and the minty spider man toothpaste he's been using for years. he likes to pretend he uses adult toothpaste, but he used to always go back to it.

"i'm sorry," he whispers, and you can feel the words on your lips. "i'll do anything it takes to make it up to you."

"it really took you almost fucking dying to apologise, huh?" you say, voice cracking, brittle from tears. you're trying to play it off, make it seem a little funnier to show him that it's okay. well it's not okay, but you get what he means.

he's trying, and he's always been bad with feelings, and you know this. 16 months will take forever for him to make up for, but you just want him back. you want him back in your life. you want to sit with him at lunch again, you want to be close to him again.

he laughs, and even he sounds like he's been crying.

"you're too good to me." he says, and you're glad he knows it, because if it was anyone else, they'd have been dropped like hot potato.

when you rest your forehead against his, his hands move to your waist, and he lifts you so easily onto his lap. you forget he's a superhero now, and it's too easy for him it's unfair.

you swat him lightly on the chest, apologising when you hear him grunt in pain.

"are you going to kiss me?" you ask him, voice hushed, excited, nervous.

he laughs, and pulls you closer before he captures your lips in his.

he tastes just like he smells like; metallic and minty, a taste so addicting you don't want to come up for air. he somehow tastes sweet in your mouth too, and he groans when you bite him lightly on his bottom lip.

his hands are warm and heavy on your hips, and your knees are pressed against the stone floor on each side of his hips.

your hands tangle into his hair, pulling lightly at his roots. when your nails scratch gently at his scalp, he groans into the kiss.

his groan vibrates through him into your mouth, and you smile against his lips.

he's unrelenting, all fierce kisses and licks, as if he's trying to devour you.

he licks slightly at the line between your lips, and you open, pliant and obedient for him, his tongue snaking in to meet yours, dancing together.

he tastes sweet, if you haven't said before.

when you finally have to break away for air, you rest your forehead against his, breathing hard. he presses a chaste kiss to the corner of your lip, and you kiss another to the scar above his eye, underneath his brow, that he got when he tried to climb the tree up your yard into your room, the one he'd fallen down from.

"this alone isn't going to make up for 16 months," You tell him, despite the smile on your face. "you're not magically forgiven."

he leans in again, smiling against your lips as he whispers, "i know."

later, you're both lying on your bed, both of you tired and exhausted, leaning into each other, when he whispers to you, "weren't you surprised that i was invincible?"

"not really." you respond, not opening your eyes. your head is resting on his uninjured shoulder, face tucked into the crook of his neck.

"why not?" he asks. you think about telling him that you recognised him almost immediately, from the curve of his back, the strong line of his jaw, and the light scar underneath his jaw.

but those things had only been memorised by you because you'd spent more timing staring at him then talking to him, so you decided not to tell him that. maybe you'd tell him one day. instead, you tell him, "i recognised your voice immediately."

he huffs in response.

a/n: goddamn i locked in for this. i had literally posted it and then tried to edit it to check word count but then accidentally deleted it and had to rewrite the entire thing from the kiss scene onwards. i was crying lowk.

anyway. hope you enjoyed!! as always, thank you if you made it all the way down here!!!

as always, likes and reblogs are appreciated, and let me know if you have any comments!! i love reading them.

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Girls Just Want To Have Fun

Weapon X/Logan Howlett X F! Reader

You're just a girl in your own world

A/N: This is the most vile and weirdest thing I've ever written.

Warnngs: TW: NONCON/CNC elements! SMUT, MDNI, reader is 21+, also reader is a bit unhinged and bratty and a bit delusional lol, unprotected PiV, multi creampies, Oral (M and F! recieving) rough sex, choking, stalkerish vibes, biting, mention of blood, feral logan, weapon x logan, mentions of mutant politics, Van attempting to write an 80's vibe, includes Cyndi Laupers song Girls Just Wanna Have Fun (teehee), a tad bit dark humor

“I KNOW! She is such a bitch!” 

Posters filled with scantily clad pop idols and glammed-up rock bands covered the walls, with hints of vintage floral wallpaper spotting through. You sat in a messy bedroom, with a floor covered in clothes, cropped tops and ripped jeans, a bra hanging off a half-open dresser drawer. A pair of pink and blue rollerblades hang off the back of the cream-colored bedroom door. Stacks of movies sat on a tv, movies such as Nightmare on Elm Street, Friday the 13th, and Halloween. 

“And she has the nerve to ask me if I was serious about college? Like, homegirl, I’ll switch my major again if you don’t stop judging me, so I don’t have to deal with your constipated wrinkly ass.” 

You admired your nails, as you finished putting on a fresh glossy coat of neon pink over them.. You were lying in bed, on your belly and lazily kicking your legs behind you, a corded yellow phone up to your ear, supported by your shoulder. You heard your best friend yap about her own college counselor, who was some old perverted man who carried some very old-fashioned ideals about women in education. 

Bright pink bubblegum bubbles pop against your lips, as you continue chewing, smacking your lips loudly before blowing another bubble, and popping it again loudly. Raucous laughter escapes you as you hear your friend tell a hilarious joke.

Outside in the dark. A tall looming figure stood behind a tree. A cold wind blows as leaves scattered across the ground. 

You sat up on your bed, sitting cross-legged, as you reached to your nightstand for your can of cherry Coke and sipped loudly, smearing your red lipstick over the aluminum. You giggled again at another joke. 

“You’re so bad Mary-Ann!” You laugh, you look over at the tall mirror leaning on the wall, leaning forward and fixing your lipstick with your middle finger, and popping your lips together. Admiring the blue and purple eyeshadow, and cat-claw eyeliner you tried on. You also recently got a perm, and love the way your curls popped out your features.

You and Mary-Ann went shopping today. You bought TONS of new clothes, some new makeup. Even decided to try out some Wet n Wild waterproof eyeliner. So far, it’s held up great - especially because Mary-Ann hasn’t stopped with her so-funny jokes. You were laughing so hard you were tearing up.

“Shut up! Oh my god.” You threw your head back, standing up from your bed. The phone cord follows you across the room, stretching over your mattress as you set your nail polish back in the messy jewelry box on your desk. “Oh, by the way, did you see Van Halen on MTV? It was SO cool!” 

The looming figure stands watching. His eyes searching the front of the house- minuscule details he’s observing. He picks up movement in one window- lit up bright on the top floor. He sees a woman with hair that curls down her shoulders walk by, her figure made a shadow by the warm lighting inside. He tracks her movements. 

“Van Halen, Yeah!" I want to get their album.” You say as you mess with your jewelry box, a poor attempt to organize it. You scoff at the tangled mess of your necklaces and push the lid of the box down, turning back to examine the rest of your room lazily as you listen to Mary-Ann ramble about Madonna. You liked her, but not as much as Cyndi Lauper. Now that was a real idol for you. She understood you. 

You pushed your curtain aside, looking out into the dark expanse of your yard. For a moment, you thought you saw something shift by the old Oak tree. A small chill ran up your spine as you felt like there were eyes on you… Then Mary-Ann mentions something that made you remember Bobby Wilkins and your earlier conversation with him on the phone.

“Oh! Before I forget, guess who asked me out again?...” You turned away, forgetting the momentary creeps you felt, as you dropped your curtain. Not noticing the figure appearing beside the tree again. 

You bite your tongue, as you wait for Mary-Ann to guess, and when she says the name, you scream and jump. “Yes!” You giggle. “Out of ALL the men I’ve been with, he actually seems to know what he’s doing too. He lasted a whole song, can you believe that? I think he may make things official too, finally.”

Mary-Ann giggled over the line, and before you could continue, you heard beeping. You glanced at the radio clock with white blocky numbers that sat on your bedside table and rolled your eyes. “Mary-Ann? I gotta go, the parents are calling.” You scoffed. Mary-Ann bids you goodbye and good luck, you make a kissing noise to the receiver, before ending her call and answering the next. 

A small shuffle through the leaves. A cricket chirps nearby, suddenly falling silent as bare feet walk through the dewy grass, wet from an earlier rain storm. A wooden gate with a metal padlock sat in the quiet darkness. A sharp snikt! 

The padlock falls into the grass, impossibly cut in half.

“Hello?” You tilted your hips with a hand placed on them, annoyance on your face.

“Hello darling, me and your father are just doing our check-in. Is everything alright?”

“Yes, Mom.” Your tone, a tad condescending, rolls your eyes as you walk around your messy room. Kicking clothes to the side, fiddling with the ear of an old stuffed bunny that you’ve had since childhood, made by your dear departed grandmother when you were born. 

“Did you finish your coursework?”

“I didn’t have any.” 

“Now I find that a little hard to believe dear.”

“Are you really calling me a liar?” You scoffed. 

“No, I-” 

You heard the sound of your father talking, his stern voice demanding your mother hand him the phone. You heard his angry breath as she obliged. 

“Hi, Daddy.” You purse your lips as you prepare for yet another mind-numbing lecture. 

“Darling, you need to start taking your education seriously! I’m paying for your college. That is something most children don’t get the luxury of! You are 22 years old, it is time to start building your life! Time to take on some responsibility!”

You walked back to the mirror hanging on the wall, rolling your eyes as you listened to your father lecture you about responsibility and your future, and blah, blah, blah.

Bor-ing!

“Do you not care about the work me and your mother put in raising you!”

“Daddy, take a chill pill,” You scoffed, nearly a whine. “I love you and mom, but sometimes girls just want to have fun? Y’know?” You smiled, twirling your hair. 

You heard an exasperated sigh. A twinge of guilt tugged at your heart. It’s not that you don’t want to have an education or responsibilities. You just spent your whole life being prim and proper for your father, the politician! You just simply wanted to party a little, and have some wild memories to look back on before you become stuffy and serious like your old man…

The back door slides open slowly. The family dog, a German Shepard lifts his head from his bed, curiously watching the intruder as he silently crosses the room, pitched in black. The tall, muscular man, dressed in shadows, stared down at Shepard as if observing the pooch as well. 

The intruder tilted his head, as he listened to the voice coming from the stairwell, a faint glow of light bleeding down the stairwell. He turns and walks towards it. The dog goes back to his resting state, seemingly unaffected by the animal that has come into his house. 

“Well, me and your mother will be home Thursday. You’ll be fine till then, correct?”

“Duh.” You scoffed. You smacked your lips, “Did the conference go okay?”

“No, unfortunately. Seems I’m the only one to support those poor people.” 

“I’m sure there’s someone out there who supports me daddy, maybe you need to look for them. Not everyone is as outspoken as you.” You say, in some attempt to support your father. “If not, at least you’ll be the first.”

“Thanks dear…. Don’t have too much fun, understand?”

“Yeah yeah. Bye dad. Tell mom bye.” You ended the call.

What a bummer!

You walked across the room, shedding articles of your clothes off. Your white crop-top, and your light blue bellbottoms, discarding them on the floor among your mess of clothes. Leaving in a matching pink panty set and socks. You grabbed your walkman and pulled the headphones over the curls of your hair. 

You mess with the player, rewinding to get back to the first song. You and Mary-Ann made a bunch of cassette tapes of your favorite songs. Took forever, but so worth it. 

Pressing play, you listened to the cheerful synthetic beat synth and a grin appeared across your face. 

I come home in the morning light

my mother says when you gonna live your life right

oh mother dear we're not the fortunate ones

and girls they want to have fun

oh girls just want to have fun

You clipped the walkman onto your french-cut panties, and began to rock your hips back and forth to the beat of the song.

The phone rings in the middle of the night

my father yells what you gonna do with your life

A flip of hair back and forth, curls bouncing and falling over your shoulders

oh daddy dear you know you're still number one

but girls they want to have fun

oh girls just want to have

Some fun

Wanna have

You brought your arms up, as you closed your eyes and began mouthing to the words, swinging your hips in a flamboyant manner that matches the song. 

Girls, they want, wanna have fun

Girls, wanna have

You rolled your head, eyes still closed,

That's all they really want

some fun

when the working day is done

you know girls, they want to have fun

You danced around the room, kicking clothes in the air, not a care in the world. The upbeat synth filled your core, excitement buzzing through you-

Some boys take a beautiful girl

and hide her away from the rest of the world

I want to be the one to walk in the sun…

Oh, girls, they wanna have fun

Oh, girls just wanna have

A spin, your curls flying

That's all they really want

some fun

when the working day is done

you know girls, they want to have fun

Oh, girls just wanna have fun

You mimicked dance moves you’ve watched on MTV, a few steps forward, a shimmy of your shoulders. God, you must look so hot right now!

You opened your eyes, looking in the mirror in front of you, admiring the way your body looked,

When your heart dropped. 

You almost didn’t notice it at first.

Him

A shadow, standing in the darkness of your hallway, right outside the doorway. A tall, dark, looming figure whose whites of his eyes you could barely make out- staring right at you. 

You slowly turned around, your lips parted, your heart frozen, and your blood cold.

Girls, they want, wanna have fun

Girls wanna have

The song continues playing, blaring in your ears- making you think your heart did physically stop because you couldn’t even hear your heartbeat. You stare at the figure, eyes wide, he was nearly as tall as your doorway! 

He took a step forward into the light of your room, barely lit by your lamp. You audibly gasped. 

A beastly, muscular man. He wore some type of metal helmet on his head, cage-like in appearance- very gnarly. Brown, scraggly grown-out hair down to his shoulders, a thick, ungroomed beard. His eyes narrow and focus on you. Nostrils flaring with each breath, a mean scowl that should scare you. Except it didn’t.

Your eyes trailed over the muscular body, you have never seen a man look so…Tasty before. Hair, strong, tense arms, you could make out each vein, flexed against his skin. His toned stomach tensed and flexing with each breath. A hairy trail that led down to…

You gasped, your lips parted in an O shape. 

Wow! He’s…..

Huge!

Now, you haven’t seen a lot of penises in your 22 years of living, having only lost your virginity on your 18th birthday (a major disappointment)  and only gathered a body count of just 4 guys (each a step up from the last!), and you did see some dicks in a dirty mag that you and Mary-Ann giggle over in the bookstore. None of them looked like his though. 

You bit your lip and looked up at the strange, feral man. 

“So uh..What’s your name?” You ask, tipping your chin up, attempting to straighten your shoulders. “Got a reason to be in my house?” 

A snarl on his face, as he stepped forward. 

It happened so fast. 

You didn’t even know what hit you, literally.

One moment, you’re dancing to your favorite song in your underwear - the next, a strange naked man with an absolutely bodacious body tackles you! 

There was an initial struggle. Your mirror got knocked over, and your lamp fell to the floor, distorting the light of your bedroom. Blankets pulled off your mattress, your jewelry box fell to the floor in a loud clatter as tangled necklaces and bracelets scattered. Your prized walkman was safely discarded in the pile of laundry.

Legs pushed up in the air, and you let out a loud gasp. 

The man's face pressed to your cloth pussy- as he takes a deep inhale, his nose digging into the space where your clit was located. He let out a strangled groan, before taking another inhale, and you felt yourself grow wet from the sound. 

Bobby Wilkins never smelled you like that!

The man sat up, his hands grabbing the cloth that covered your mound, and ripped it off you with ease- making you yelp. I spent money on that!

His teeth gritted, his nostrils flaring, he looked up at you, before reaching out and ripping your bra off too - for good measure, apparently. Your tits jiggled from the harsh movement, his eyes watching them, as you attempted to push yourself up.

His hand pushed you harshly back to the ground, as he returned to his previous task. A small grunt escaped him as he pressed his nose to your pussy again, another deep breath and a deep moan that sounded human came out of him. Wasting no time, he buried his face into your pussy, his tongue lapping you up. 

“Oh!” You squeaked, your hands grabbing onto the cage-like helmet on his head, gripping it to anchor yourself. You felt his tongue dip into your hole, and gasped, eyes squeezing shut from the stimulating pleasure that was brought on to you. “Oh my God-” you whined, “You’re SO much better than Bobby Wilkins!” 

You arched your back, spreading your legs wider as you thrust your hips against him. An angry grunt escaped him from your squirming, as he grabbed the back of your knees, pushing them down to your sides, rendering you barely able to move as he planted his face back into your pussy, his tongue lapping into you hungrily, his long beard scratching your inner thighs.

You moaned the position you were forced into helplessly. The pleasure of the wild man's tongue made you not even consider how terrible of a situation this is. For you, you were just getting the best head of your life.

A fiery feeling built in your lower stomach. Your toes curled, rhythmic pleasure erupting through you, as you felt yourself tightening over his tongue. A loud cry escaped you as you threw your head back, your legs shaking and trembling from the overwhelming sensation. 

Is that what an orgasm feels like?!

Despite your past relationships, and assuming you did have an orgasm before, your world was now turned upside down. Or actually- right side up.

That was the most orgasm you ever had. 

Your legs went limp, falling to the ground as the man sat up. He grabbed you by the neck, pulling you up from the ground, teeth bared, his face and beard soaked with your wetness, he threw you onto the bed on your stomach. You pant to catch your breath, the high of cumming so hard you saw stars slowly coming down. 

You didn’t have time though, as you felt the man's legs bumping into yours, and before you knew it, his cock pressed into your hole. 

“Oh!” You gasped as you felt him push the tip in roughly before his entire member stretched you open. “Oh, my-” You let out a purr, body slumping into the mattress. You bit your lip, hiding the smile that grew across your face. Wait till Mary-Ann hears about this!

He thrusts inside you in one quick movement, setting your senses on fire as you lurched forward on the bed from the force. His hips flushed against your ass. Your legs shook from the nearly painful intrusion - but you loved it.

You always loved the tall, dark, mysterious men. Fantasies of dark strange men coming into your room just as he had. Mary-Ann thinks it's from the fucked up horror movies you've watched. You think it's because you're a romantic.

His hand came up and grabbed your curls in a fist, pulling your head back harshly as he pulled out to the tip, and slammed back into you. Your hands gripped the sheets, mouth hanging open as he began a brutal and rough pace, slamming his cock into your pussy over and over.

How radical!

His hand came down, pushing into your lower back and holding you in place. His lips curled into a snarl, his hand yanking your hair back harder- making you yelp, turning into a moan. 

For the first time in your life - You’re rendered speechless.

His pace never faltered, you felt that familiar tightening in your lower belly, as your hand reached around to grab his wrist, nails digging into his skin.

He let out a loud shout, as he slammed into you, deep inside, and you felt a warmness filling you up. He didn’t let go of his hold on your hair, panting as ropes and ropes of his cum filled you to the brim, slowly leaking out what could not fit. 

He pulled out, letting go of your body and stepping back from you, his cock hanging limply between his legs as he opened and closed his fists, staring down at your shivering form. A twitch of his dick, and slowly he became hard again. 

You caught your breath, your body shivering from the intensity of his cock slamming into you. A small disappointment rushed through you - you didn’t reach the second orgasm before he finished, but you felt on cloud 9 anyway. What this was, felt so much better than even smoking grass. 

“That was so-”

A yelp escaped you as he grabbed your hips and flipped you onto your back, pushing you further up on your messy bed, he clambered over you. You watched his hard erect cock bouncing in shock. 

I didn’t know they could do that!

The boys you’ve been with, last only 2-3 minutes top, and can’t do anything else after. This wasn’t a boy though, this…this was a man. 

He’s a little weird. You’ll take him over Bobby Wilkins though, any day!

Your legs were pushed back to your shoulders, his hands a tight grip around your ankles as pinned you down. His cock ran through your messy folds, his cum leaking out of you. He angled himself, slamming back inside you, a sickly wet noise heard through the room, making you embarrassed at the sounds coming from you.

As if he doesn’t notice anything other than how good your tight pussy feels.

He resumed a brutal pace into you- except this position felt so much better. His cock hitting that spot inside you that you thought was a myth!

He was grunting, staring down where he was rutting into you, his hips flushed against yours as he buried every inch of himself inside you. A small whine escaped his lips as he tipped his head back, panting over how good you felt. 

When he smelled you, the moment he walked into the house- everything else was forgotten. His orders to kill a man deemed a threat, who is supposed to be in this house. All he could smell though, was you. It drove him feral, the need to claim you, breed you. 

Then he saw you, dancing, carefree, happy.

It triggered something in him. A realization that he wasn’t free. 

His mind was fuzzy a lot of the time. His brain was filled with orders on what to do, how to do it. Torture and pain were all he knew. Occasionally, he can break free from the brainwashing, from being a mindless animal - able to fight back just for a bit until they torture him again until he can do nothing but comply. 

What he was doing to you, was a mix of both instinct and desire. A desire for control, of doing what he wanted. 

When you didn’t recoil from his presence when he didn’t smell the fear from you. He took it as permission. 

His hands came around your throat, fucking you faster in an inhuman pace. Your legs perched on his shoulders. A loud, repeated smacking sound filled the room. 

You looked up at the feral man, and for a moment you saw a flash of humanity in his eyes. Pretty eyes, never seen a boy with such pretty eyes, you couldn’t help but think to yourself. His hands wrapped around your throat, choking you only slightly- but not enough that he told you he was aware. 

Your eyes trailed down to the dog tags dangling around his neck. You could barely read them, only seeing a flash of the name; Wolverine

What kind of name is that?

Your thoughts go blank, as he angle himself and fucked up into you, and that building feeling in your lower belly snapped once more- waves and waves of the ecstasy earlier- only much stronger this time flooded through you, as your body tensed, your back arching and your mouth opened in an O shape as you cried out. 

Tears flooded your eyes, streaming down your cheeks as you were pushed into overstimulation. Electric shot up your spine with each thrust, your hips thrusting up into his with each of his sharp thrusts, slowly melting back into something honey-like as his cock pounded into you.

His hands removed from your neck, moving down to your hips, gripping them so tight- his nails digging into your skin painfully, but only spurred you on. 

Your hands fisted the sheets, as you tilted your head to the side, and he saw his chance. Leaning down, he bit into the crook of your neck, his canines piercing your skin and drawing blood. The taste of iron on his tongue, as he began to moan, eyes rolling back as he clamped down on you, rutting into you and filling you up with his cum for a second time. 

The cold metal of the helmet around his head pressed into your flushed cheeks as he buried his face into your neck - and you wondered why he was wearing something so strange - and so grody!

You heard the sound of cloth ripping - but your ears were ringing too loud for you to confirm what it was.

His cock twitched inside you, releasing the last bits of his cum. He laid over the top of you for longer this time, and you caught your breath- wondering what was next. Your body was humming in pleasure, and carefully you brought your hands up to his arms. Sweat clung to his skin, his muscles hard and tense, flinching at the touch of your hands. 

He lifted his head up, looking at the mark he’d left on your neck. His eyes turned to you, staring down at you in a possessive way. He leaned down to your ear, a deep grumble escaping him as he spoke for the first time. 

“You’re mine.” 

It sent chills down your body, and your pussy tightened around him at the words. 

Wow!

He sure does know how to sweet talk!

“How much money do you make?” You ask, voice raspy. “A girl's gotta make sure she’s taken care of first.”

He stared down at you, and you’re not sure if it was bewilderment or anger on his expression. He roughly stood up, pulling out of you as your limbs feel weakly against the mattress. He grabbed your ankles, pulling you off the mattress and onto the floor, pulling you up onto your knees. You gasped, exhaustion screaming at you, but moaning when he grabbed and fisted your hair again. 

“It’s not a dealbreaker but-” 

You were interrupted as he shoved his cock into your mouth. Your eyes rolled back, gagging as his cock hit the back of your throat. A grunt escaped him, and he fisted both hands into your hair, as he began to face-fuck you. 

He was not nearly done with you.

When you woke up, you were in your bedroom, sprawled across the floor- completely ruined. 

Your muscles were on fire, and your throat hurt terribly, you could barely feel your legs. You glanced around the room, searching for the man, for Wolverine. 

Figures he leaves without a note.

Using what little strength you had left- you pushed yourself up to your feet, using the wall to balance you as you walked across the hall to the bathroom, flipping on the cold light.

You looked at your ruined self in the mirror. Your makeup was smeared over your face, mascara ran down your tear-stained face, small bruises lined your neck and collarbone, and you softly touched the spot where you could see the imprints of the man - Wolverine - teeth, scabbed over. You softly brushed your fingers over it, lips parted as a small breath escaped you. 

You stared at the mark, before looking back at your face in the mirror. A wild grin grew on your face, and you nodded slowly biting your lip.

Bitchin!

10 Years Later

“Logan, don’t forget, we have a visitor coming today, I may need your assistance to keep her busy until I can talk to her,” Charles calls out as Logan begins to leave the room. Logan stopped, quaking a brow.

“Who?”

“She’s the woman I told you about. Running for governor in New York. Her father was an old friend of mine.”

“Politician? No thanks.” Logan shook his head. Xavier rolls his eyes. “I only put up with Hank because he’s earned it. The rest of them can stuff it.” 

“You would have liked them. Her father was the only member of Congress to openly speak out about issues regarding the silent war between mutants and non-mutants. He was the only non-mutant supporter for years. We owe it a lot to him for opening the conversation and not backing down, and his daughter has followed greatly in his footsteps.” 

Logan crossed his arms. “It doesn't matter. These people become corrupt anyway.”

Charles sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, “Just, give her a tour of the place. All I need you to do. She should be here soon.”

Logan flares his nostrils, “Fine.” He turned and left the room, an aura of pissiness following him and Charles shook his head. 

“Always so rebellious…” He mutters under his breath. 

Logan stepped outside to the front of the mansion, and that's when he saw a car pulled up. At first, he didn’t think it was the woman Charles had talked about. It was a nice car, but not something a governor would drive, they typically had security with them anyway.

He watched, with his arms crossed as it parked, and the driver's side door opened. The chorus of Cyndi Laupers “Girls Just Want to Have Fun” flowing out of the car, before it was shut off.

That’s when you stepped out.

Dressed in a black pin-stripe suit, a pencil skirt that stopped above your knees, red heels to match your lipstick. Your hair is pulled up into a clean, professional bun. Gold hoop earrings accented your features, and a necklace with an X pendant was hanging from your neck

You were chewing gum as you surveyed the estate. 

Pretty place, it reminds you of your childhood home.

You grabbed your bag from the car, pushed the door closed, and walked over to the walkway that led to the front of the mansion, your heels clacked against the concrete and you reached the steps- looking up and seeing the man standing before you, watching you with a frown and a quirk of his brow. 

Your red-painted lips grew into a grin, as you slowly walked up the steps, not looking away from the handsome man staring down at you with that all to familiar scowl.

“Well, hello again.” You greeted once you reached the top step. 

Logan blinked in confusion. His brows creased together. “Excuse me?” He shook his head, as his eyes trailed over your body. You did look a tad familiar. He just couldn’t place you. 

“It’s been a long time, Wolverine.” 

You eyed him like a predator, but your smile screamed friendliness. Your eyes darted down, your hand reaching for the tags that rested around his neck. He stared at you incredously. 

“Though, I’m glad to see you’re in a much better state than when we last met.” 

“What?” He shook his head. You hummed at his confusion. 

“Don’t worry, I’m not offended you don’t remember me. I read your files.” You say, a click of your tongue and a shake of your head. “It’s been a long time and you’ve been through a lot.” You tilted your head, your eyes looking sympathetically at him. 

“Ah you arrived dear.” Charles voice snapped your attention from Logan. You smiled warmly. 

“Hello professor.” You greet him as he was in the doorway. “I was just saying hello to Mr. Howlett.” 

Charles smiled, his eyes darting between you both, and a moment of confusion appeared on his face. “Yes, Logan was so kind to offer to give you a tour of the mansion when you arrived, but my schedule opened up. Would you like to come with me?”

“I would absolutely love to professor.” You beamed. You looked back at Logan, who still held a look of bewilderment. You stepped forward and leaned into his ear, “By the way, I’m still yours.” You whispered. 

He turned to look at you, surprise on his face and you winked, before turning to head inside, taking Charles hand. Logan watched you with wide eyes and parted lips until you both disappeared around the corner. 

Faint memories played in his head, memories from a time he rather not remember - but you, with your red lipstick - 

Oh fuck

He took a step to the doorway, shock coursing through him. Then confusion, bewilderment, perplexed.

Then, he felt a twitch of his cock in his denim. 

[azaleasallalong]

would you guys be mad if i told you this one is set in the 80's 🫣

on another note... i have started writing the boxing au 👀

there are types in here that i fixed btw

[jacaerysgf]

the she-bear

summary: requested; during his time in winterfell the lady of house mormont arrives to pledge her loyalty to queen rhaenyra and jacaerys grows a little too close to the so called she-bear

jacaerys targaryen x mormont!fem!reader

w.c: 1.4k

c.w: widowed reader, reader has a child, older reader, virginity loss (jace), oral (fem), a little plot but a lot more smut, p in v, breeding kink?, not proofread

a.n: freaky anons had me thinking and i saw this request sitting with dust in my box so here you go!!

perm jace taglist ! (open) @tyronesien @itsbookworm987 @cruelworldlana @smurfelle @ireneispunk @hxtd @venmondiese @urmomsgirlfriend1 @jacesvelaryons @earth4angels @itsemohours

During his time in Winterfell he did not expect to run into the lady of house mormont who pledged her loyalty to the queen rhaenyra and swore her forces would join cregans greybeards on the journey to kings landing. he was more than happy to accept her allegiance of course when asked why you had come and pledged you had said yourself that you were interested in seeing a women on the throne but nothing more.

The she-bear they called you. He grew to understand that title more and more he knew you you were stubborn, fierce and he had even heard rumors that you were a skinchanger and could become a bear but he disregarded these rumors even though it had been your younger sister spreading them. The more and more time he spent with you the more he grew to enjoy your presence. maybe a bit too much. He had heard about your previous marriage and then death of your late husband leaving you alone with a babe only a year old but you seemed to not mind and stated you had moved on past his death.

He began to crave your presence more and more when he was around you, he even had begun actively seeking you out instead of cregan as he was intended to do. He knew he was walking a fine line with you, the stolen glances, the lingering touches, he had been debating with himself to ask you for your hand knowing it was wrong, he would need his mother approval but it grew to the point he could not hold himself back.

He had been out flying, he had not known it would begin to ran a couple hours into his flight and he ended up landing at bear island where you had just returned and was offered a place to stay for the night until he was to fly back to Winterfell in the morning. He had been in the room you had provided him with, attempted to rid himself of his soaked riding clothes leaving him in just his tunic and his under pants a knock on the door startled him. He almost wanted to ignore it in his half dressed state until he heard your voice.

“I have an extra pair of clothes for you to rest in my prince.” he does not know what posses him to open the door fully but he enjoys the way your eyes leave his face and trail down his body with a light hum. He takes the clothes from your hands and sets them down on the table right next to the door, the two of you simply staring at each other for a few moments. You take the first willing step forward and he takes a step back, you take another one forward and lightly shut the door behind you.

The back and forth you two have been playing finally reaching its breaking point when you place your hands on the exposed skin of his neck and chest and he lets out a shaken breath. “We should not, i could never defile you like this.” as much as the words feel like venom on his tongue he finds himself speaking them anyway. He watches a small teasing pout form on your lips while you don't bother to remove your hands. “So you’re not interested in me?”

“You know very well i am my lady but we are not married,” despite his talking you look as though your not interested simply untying the strings on his tunic slowly as he breath quickened. he made no move to stop you. “Do you want to marry me my prince?” You pause right before the tunic falls all the way open. You finally look up at him and he finds his resolve crumble as he looks into your eyes. “Yes i do my lady.”

He expects you to kiss him or run your hands down along his now exposed chest but you simply walk past him and towards the fireplace where you throw another log in to keep it alit. “My lady?” You keep your back to him while you tug at a couple ties on your gown and he watches as it falls lightly to the ground and you kick it softly off the bear rug on the ground turning to face him he is unable to take his eyes off your bare body. “i am no longer a maiden but i hope i please you my prince.”

He moves like he is in a trance ridding himself of his tunic as he stands in front of you grabbing your sides gently with a shaky breath. “You more than please me my lady there is no one more beautiful than you.” You smile gently at him and lead him to sit down on the rug with you, the heat if the fire hits on his wet skin nicely as the two of you are pulled into a heated kiss. you fall on your back as the kiss grows more and more heated and his hands fondle your breasts as he leaves a wet trails down your neck.

“my prince.” “call me Jace please.”

He kisses down your stomach paying special attention to leaving loving kisses over your stretch marks on your stomach and thighs before he wraps your legs around his head as he begins to lick at your core. Your hands tug at his curls while your throw your head back and toes curl. The feeling of him prodding around inside of you has your hips grinding into his face while your press his head closer to you as if that was possible. He made no complaint while he listened to you moan. you soon enough release while a couple tugs of your clit and you calling out his name without a care in the world and he kisses back up your body while removing his bottoms leaving him bare above you.

You lightly tug at his plump lips with your own while you smile at him. “when did you learn how do to that?” “I read a couple books about it.” You laugh while he pauses and a flash of nerves crosses his face. When you grab his face gently he gulps, “I've never done this i um i don't,” he gasps when you sudden flip him over and you smile down at him. “Then let me lead, are you okay with it?” He face is flushed and the light of the fire hits him perfectly and he nods eagerly.

He lets out a shuddering moan when you begin to lower yourself onto him and he watches himself disappear into you. He sits up and the two of you hiss at the added friction, you give him a couple minutes to relax knowing this is his first time doing this sort of thing and he shouldn't be rushed. His head falls into your neck and sucks at the skin there while his hands grip your hips to try and get you to move. You understand him and while a light laugh you begin to softly move onto of him.

His whines grow louder and louder the faster you begin to move and your bodies rock together in sync while the room fills with your moans and skins hitting against each other. He knows why men murder to get to do this, why they throw themselves into dirty old brothels just to get a taste of this. Hes sure no other women can compare the way you do however, he wants to do this everyday he does not know how he had survived so long without doing this.

“want you to release in me Jace, want your babes Jace.” he whimpers and moves his hips up to meet yours and you gasp. He wants that, he wants to see you swell with his babe, his babe, a babe he knows is his, he will make sure its his when he watches as his seed drips out of you, keeping you locked in here until he's sure its taken root reputation be dammed. You tug at his bruised lips while you release and he follows quickly after keeping himself tightly presses inside you to make sure not even a drop spills out.

You brush his wet hair away from his face and press a light kiss against his lips. “You really want me to have your kids huh?” You expect him to argue or roll his eyes and but he contently nods and you can feel him swelling again inside you at your words which causes you to laugh.

[sunshines-child]

Was at this little corner store the other day and watched this very tall white man with the most frivolous perm, the most obnoxious sunglasses, and the most flamboyant jacket (that probably went off the market 8 years ago) I have ever seen (successfully) flirt with the cashier, steal a box of pads, and promptly give said box to a homeless woman across the street. I have a mild hunch that I have just met Hermes, or some variant of him.

[homunculus-argument]

I first tried to perm my hair when I was 14. At-home box perm, no idea what I was doing, just boldly going into the unknown. It looked like shit. Pure freaking garbage. I had failed dying my hair earlier so it was orange to begin with, so now it was an orange puff of frizzy curls like a clown wig. My sister howled with laughter, saying that I look like a fucking poodle, which did not help. I was 14 and I had irreversibly ruined my hair. If you had handed me a gun at that moment I would have shot myself right there.

Our mother, who had had perms for like 20 years at that point, did not tell me that I could still wash it off and didn't actually have to be stuck living like that for months or to have to shave it off. She didn't tell my sister to knock it off and stop being cruel when I was already crying. Instead, she came to me and gently told me that there's no use crying over that. That it doesn't matter how I look, and that the world is going to be full of people who say whatever they want and if I'm going to let it upset me every single time, I'm going to spend my whole life crying over every snide remark. I just need to grow a thicker skin and endure it.

Well, I did grow up, eventually, and moved out. Turns out that most people in the world actually aren't mean at all, and that I don't have the obligation to put up with people treating me whatever way they feel like. That was a hard thing to learn. But to be fair, that's nothing compared to how hard my sister has it. She's in her 30s and still struggling to learn that other people don't have the obligation to put up with her treating them whatever way she feels like.

[perfectlywrongformend3s]

Finally Curled My Hair-Colby Brock

A/N: Thank you! So, much for requesting I love writing these types. Feel free to request more of them. They can also be with Sam as well. 

-Samantha

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Your POV

I was chilling in Colby's bedroom when he walked in. I looked over and smiled. " Do you want to curl my hair for my video?" He asked

I immediately jumped up and grabbed my curling iron. He let out a chuckle before calling out to Sam and Katrina. We all went and sat on the couch while Colby went to turn the camera on. 

" What's up guys so today I'm being held against my will, I did not want to do this at all, but it was their idea." he said pointing to Kat and Sam, which made me let out a small laugh 

Sam then made finger guns to his head which made me go into protective mode. " Nobody hurts my baby." I said pointing mine at Sam. While Sam and I were fooling around with Colby, Kat grabbed the curling iron. " It's hot." she exclaims  moving it close to his face

" Oh there's actually like a curling gun." Sam said 

We all let out a laugh. Colby then leaned back into my legs since I was behind him. " Oh my god so many have been begging me to curl my hair, like I went to the Seychelles the other day and like my hair got curled." Sam interrupted him for a second, " You mean like Y/n here. She's been begging for you to curl your hair." 

I let out a small chuckle while leaning forward so I could hug him. I felt him place one of his hands on top of mine. " Yes, like her." he said before continuing on saying...

" People were just like," Oh my god, did you do this yourself? " and I was like no." Sam said to Colby...

" You get a fucking perm dude." I let out a small laugh when Sam said that. " It's just salty, I never a fucking perm, get that idea out of your head right now." Colby stated 

I started picturing him with one. It's like he could read my mind, because he turned so he was looking at me. " What?" I said 

" Don't even think about it." he said 

I let out a gasp. " I would never." All he did was raise an eyebrow. " I love you." I said 

Kat and Sam let out a chuckle at the scene. The both of them said that we needed to perm his hair and Colby was not having it. " I think my hair would make me look like a Lopez twin." 

" Nice." Kat said 

" Awesome!" I shouted which got me a smack on my leg from Colby

" We'll don't you want to be on tik tok." Sam stated 

" Dude, yeah"  

" So you got to perm your hair for today." Sam finished 

" All right next video hundred thousand like, I'm perming my hair." he said pointing to the camera 

I slapped his head while shaking my head. " Oh you just made the freaking thing." Sam said 

" They're not going to get 100 thousand likes right." Colby mumbled 

" All right." Sam said 

Colby then moved his hands saying...

" But before we start the video." He picked up a box which had me curious. " I got a package and I wanted to open it right in front of you guys." he started ripping it open

Kat said,  " You didn't even cut it." 

Sam said, " Why don't you get a freaking..." 

I was about to get up, but saw him open it. I felt him lean into me. He turned around quickly to make sure I was okay before continuing to open it. " Yeah, because I have muscles and muscles can open things with force." 

He then placed it down which made me gently stand up to see. I think Colby felt it because he said, " Babe, please be careful."

I let out a sigh before sitting back down and then just moved to see over his shoulder. Kat let out a laugh saying, " These are shirts dude." 

" Omg!" Sam exclaimed 

Colby looked up. " I was expecting this to be something else." Kat let out a laugh again while I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.Colby then shouted out the company. He then tossed it back into the box before stating, " I thought it was our streamy award." Sam also thought it was their streamy award. 

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Colby then started thanking the fans for the award. Sam was looking up something on his phone. " See look, Sam this is your package I think Colby will get one too later." 

I then zoned out while rubbing small circles on Colby's back. He didn't seem to mind. I felt him tug the hoodie which brought me back. " But guys I have new merch. Check it out. It comes in black and a yellow edition." 

I smiled and pointed to it. " Colby and I have matching ones, but I'm not wearing mine right now." 

Kat said...

" Are you ready to be bald?" 

I gasped. " Kat!" 

" See okay, thats this is what I'm afraid of." he said 

" Baby, don't listen to her." I stated 

Colby then explains...

" First thing she said when she came in here was that I've never done this to a guy before." 

" Kat, I'll do it." I said 

She let out a chuckle, but nodded in agreement. " I've never done this, but Y/n has." 

Colby looks behind him with a questioning look. " Really?" 

" No, but I know what I'm doing." I explained 

He still looks scared. " That terrifies me because if she touches me one time with the metal on my skin it's going to burn like a bitch or it could burn just my hair completely off." 

Kat pointed and asked...

" What do you think about bald Colby?" I felt my eyes get huge. " Um no. I love his hair too much."

" Oh, 200,000 likes for bald Colby." Sam said 

" Nobody like it!"  I said 

He then started taking off his hoodie which made me want it. " I took way too many articles off." Colby said  " I'm betting Y/n/n's enjoying it." Sam said 

I laughed. " Oh yeah. I am! Oh Colby." I asked

" You want the hoodie don't you." he asked 

I nodded, he laughed and threw it over. I slipped it on while Colby was messing with his hair. "How do we do this, I have a mane right now. I'm supposed to get a haircut tomorrow actually, but that's why I decided to uh do this now." 

Kat asked...

" Are you gonna give me or Y/n lice?" 

" Probably, a lot of that so my hair itches at night." 

" I better not have any." I stated 

I was watching Kat while Sam was asking Colby something. Kat then stated...

"  Well, no you're gonna be Y/n/n's assistant. She's also putting you to work." I let out a giggle. " Yeah Sam when either of your arms get tired it's your turn." Kat was then handing me the curling wand. " Oh fuck no." Colby said 

" I'm about to burn a bitch." Sam stated 

" Samuel! You better not." I scolded 

I then turned back to Colby to ask him to lean down. " For 45 minutes." he said 

I took the clips out that Kat put in while she asked " Why do you guys think this is going to take 45 minutes." 

Sam then stated that...

" Because that's how long it takes you to do..." Kat then said. " My hair." 

" I'm scared." I whispered 

" Can we shave the sides of your head?" Kat questioned 

I looked at her while Colby asked. " Why the fuck do that?" 

" Babe, I think she's asking how we are going to curl the sides." I told him which got him to glance at me for a split second. " You just gotta watch the earlobes and go for it." 

" Did you brush this?" I asked to get ready to put the clip back in. All of a sudden he screamed which scared me, so I moved the clip away from his hair. Kat and Sam argued with him an=bout wearing a hat all day. " It's combed through guys. It's not matted up now." 

" Um, really then why did Kat's clip get stuck in your hair." I questioned him

" Because you went into the side." He explained 

I looked at him confused. " So your hair can't go in through the side." I started messing with his hair. I then started saying...

" What if you had bangs?" 

Colby leaned back with his mouth open which had me laughing, but Kat told him. " Can you stop  moving your head?" 

" I'm sorry." He said 

I place a small kiss to his head before continuing moving his head side to side which made him say ow over and over again. " I'm starting!" I announced  

" Okay." Colby said

Sam pointed to the curling wand. " Is that hot?" Kat looked at him weird. " Yeah." she stated like it was obvious 

" Are you serious?" Colby exclaimed 

I moved it closer to his hand. He moved his hand over it and then shouted. " Oh my god. It's fucking super hot." Sam then moved his hand to feel it, while Colby looked at how hot it was. " What degree is...360?"  Sam then spun around in a circle making us all laugh. I started grabbing pieces to curl. " I'm nervous." 

" Babe, if this touches my fucking skull..." 

I got freaked out. " Stop, you're scaring me." I curled his hair around the wand, when Sam asked... 

" Isn't that going to burn you." 

While they were talking I took his hair off and let out a giggle. " Look at it." Kat said, laughing, I then handed it to Sam. " Do you want to try?" 

Colby looked scared so I gave him a peck on the cheek. He then leaned back and stated...

" I don't know if your assistant knows how to use that." I then took it back and said. " This is the skinniest barrel that I had." 

" Oh fuck." Colby said 

They were both confused so Kat let me demonstrate on her. I started curling again which freaked Colby out. I felt my finger touch the barrel, which made me let go and scream. " Ow!" 

Colby turned to the right of him. " Are you okay?" He pulled my finger closer so he could see it. He gently placed a kiss on my finger. I smiled and then heard Kat say...

" Guys, look, it's curling." 

Sam leaned over. " Wow!" 

Colby laughed. I then went back to curling his hair. " Why do I smell burning?" I immediately stop what I'm doing. Sam then stated, " Oh I can see smoke come off here." Colby then turned to me. " Babe, what the fuck. That's not good"   He then asked " Is it supposed to sizzle?" 

Kat stated that it shouldn't. When I let the barrel free we all let out a laugh at the curl except Colby. While they were all talking I went in again. Sam then asked me. " Should there be this much smoke?" I grew concerned. " Um no, that's a little concerning." 

Kat and Sam waved around his head which made Colby concerned. I then started turning the temperature down. Sam asked...

" Do you have any product in your hair?" 

He then answered with, " Just a little pinch of gel." 

I then went back to curling his hair with the low temperature and it was working much better. 

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I then took Sam and Kat's spot so I could reach. I was curling his hair while Sam was messing around with the clip. I started laughing which got Sam's attention. He leaned up to see. " Oh my god." he said 

Colby glanced up at Sam, confused, which had me all smiles, because of how cute he is. " What happened?" Colby asked with general confusion. I looked at him and just shrugged, keeping it a secret for now. He just gave me a glare. 

Sam had to then get up to get something Kat asked for him to grab. " Dude she almost dropped it on his face." Kat said when Sam tripped over the wire. Colby then started going into a story about Sam. I then started laughing which got his attention. " What?" 

" When you look at me, start on, wow." I said 

" You look like a superstar." Kat said 

" Are the sides curled?" He asked 

" I can't curl them. They're too short." I explained 

" We'll at least you're honest about it, babe." he said 

Sam then came back and asked...

" What happened?"  

I think Colby could tell by Sam's expression because he asked...

" Really, what about the front?" Colby questioned 

" There's a few curls that are here." Sam explained 

 Kat then asked people to comment about when they knew about chickens laying eggs. I then moved back to the right side of Colby. I started messing with his hair when he pretended to move the wand into his mouth. 

" Colby!" I shouted while Sam and Kat let out laughs. " See how far you can stick it back. It's hot so if you mess up." Sam said 

"Samuel!" I shouted 

Colby then started measuring. " It's fucking ignoramus." Kat then got in on it.   " Like the width on that." 

I just rolled my eyes at them. " Oh it looks good Colby." she said 

Mini Jump

I got back to curling the front when I touched the curling wand again. " Ow!" 

" Oh fuck. Let me see, baby." He said grabbing my hand

I then got the spray and had Colby cover his eyes. I then started moving my hands through it. " We're trying to say that you should have gotten a perm." Sam said after some time. I looked at him crazy. " I would probably lose a hundred thousand followers on instagram." Colby said 

Sam and I switched spots again so he was sitting next to Kat. He handed me the gel and asked...

" Do you want this or is this too much?" I nodded and said, " Yeah, I want you to do that part." 

Sam then started running his hands through Colby's hair. I heard Kat say...

" Oh my god! Sam what are you doing?" which had me turning around

" Whoa!" kat exclaims 

" It did change it a lot actually." Sam said 

Kat and I  were just laughing watching Sam mess with his hair. " Why the fuck did you guys fuck my shit up man."  Colby exclaims

" Awe Colby! You look adorable though." I said 

He raised his eyebrows. " I don't want to be adorable." 

I just let out a giggle. Kat decided to see if she could fix anything while I took a seat on the back of the couch which made Colby hold my calves so I didn't tumble backwards. " Why did you guys do the tuck behind the ear." he questioned 

Kat started ruffing his hair which made me follow through. " Fix the bald spot." Kat said 

" What!" I said, " Bald spot?" Colby exclaimed 

Kat then said something that made both the boys shout. " Got called the fuck out." Colby said to Sam. I then got up from behind the couch to be in the front. 

" You look amazing baby!" I said 

" Strike a couple poses." Sam said 

I was laughing at all the poses he was doing. " All right let's come over here." Sam said 

Colby's POV

I stood up from the couch and grabbed Y/n/n's hand and pointed over to the bathroom. " I want to look in the bathroom." 

When we got to the mirror I was shocked I turned toward Sam while Kat and Y/n were laughing. "What the fuck is this?" I kept pointing to pieces of my hair. All I could hear was laughter. " How do you feel?" Y/n/n asked 

I took a quick glance at her before saying. " I really don't know how to feel about this. I think it's uh, it's not horrible, but it's not it's not..." Kat interrupted me, " Actually I kind of like it." 

Sam even agreed. Y/n/n then stated... " Again you look adorable." 

I glared at her. " I would rather be hot than adorable." She smirked, but didn't say anything. " So do you think this was like an emo look except opposite, you know." I questioned 

Y/n looked confused and Kat questioned me with, " What do you mean opposite?"  I then pushed  my hair while saying...

" They usually have crazy hair in the back." Kat then pushed my hair and sprayed more spray in my hair. " Maybe we will do this." Y/n/n let out her adorable giggles which made me smile. " What do you think? Should Y/n curl it more." 

" You know what, I think something happened in a bad way." I said 

" What!" Y/n exclaimed 

Which got me changing my answer. " No, you know what, it's not bad." 

Sam then asked me. " What if you would flick it out a bit." 

I started moving my head around. I then felt my neck crack. " Oh my, babe you okay." Y/n/n asked concerned " Yeah" I said giving her a peck on the lips

We all then started dancing. We then went back to sitting down and I felt Y/n behind me. " I think we should do rollers next." Kat said 

" That's a perm"  I said 

" It would only last like a day." Sam said 

" Okay I'm down for that hundred thousand likes we're gonna do that 200,000 likes Sam's gonna do it." I said

I heard Y/n laugh when Sam exclaimed...

" No 100,000 was the perm. 40,000 thousand." 

I let out a groan which made Y/n/n rub my back. " 40,000 the curls, hundred thousand for the perm. Two hundred thousand for the double perm." Sam explained 

I then started ending my video. " Thank you Kat and Sam for joining. Thank you to my beautiful and wonderful girlfriend for helping out." She wrapped her arms around me after I was done. After plugging my merch again I shut the camera off. 

" I love you and I think you look really hot right now." Y/n whispered in my ear

I turned to her and placed a kiss on her sweet lips. " I love you too, angel." 

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Okay I don't really like the ending, I didn't really know how to end it. I really hope this is good. It looks amazing. Definitely let me know if there are any mistakes or you think it's confusing at all. 

Hopefully you guys like this one! 

-Samantha