#gettin in tune

[applepixls]

so… this fic has consumed my brain (gettin’ in tune)

have some faces and outfits

+ the smalletho scene

[wildlifesmp]

[Bad Boys x Ties Mod/Rockers AU] CHAPTER SIX IS UP!!! YIPPEEEE!!!!!!!!!!

[pineflowerart]

["Good morning Stardust!"]

The first time I saw these guys was back in comic form, and now that I've picked up the game "In Stars and Time", I've fallen in love all over again. Fantastic work as always to the creator @insertdisc5 !

I'm still chipping away at the game, but man I'm loving it so far.

[thisiswasabis]

New Gettin' In Tune chapter just dropped and, oMG JOEL–-

I know it's 60s

I know this is not good thing for him to think that

BUT I CAN'T STOP LAUGHING AT THIS, HELP–-

[chibishortdeath]

It smudged a LOT, but I doodled a little pose study based on the old painting “Dante and Virgil in Hell” and I think it came out pretty cool :3

[highoctanegem]

Gettin' in tune || Jade & Mateo

TIMING: Recent LOCATION: Vinyl Countdown PARTIES: @fearhims3lf & @highoctanegem SUMMARY: Jade goes to meet Mateo. She wasn't expecting him to be undead. CONTENT WARNING: None

Jade was totally hyped to meet Xo’s boo. As the self-proclaimed biggest supporter of love, she was over the moon her friend had found something as special as what she had with Regan. From everything Xo had mentioned, this guy (Mateo), was all kinds of perfect. He was hot, he cooked, he liked music, did she mention he was hot? And well, she did remember he was allergic to Xo’s dog or something, so it wasn’t like… suspicious amounts of perfect. 

So why not pay him a visit? Jade wanted to talk about how awesome Xo was with a guy who was crazy about her. It was honestly a crime they hadn’t met up sooner. But well, Ireland happened. And setting time aside to visit a potential friend and talk about wonderful love while in the throes of heartbreak was a little triggering. But that was all in the past. And she obviously had time to make this meeting happen now. It was like, a super nice distraction from the stuff she didn’t wanna feel. Your moral dilemmas and whatnot. So she showed up to the record store, with her most friendliest smile, ready to be completely charming and platonic. And it sounded strange to mention it, sure, but sometimes she was accused of being unintentionally flirty, so… better clarify. (Even if like, she was pretty sure even strangers knew about her relationship with Regan at this point). 

The second she entered the store, though, all her hopes went out the window. Seriously? Of all the places… 

Something wasn’t right. Or more like, something was picking up her undead radar. And just… Jade’s spirits deflated when her skin started burning in that telltale way: Undead presence. Why couldn’t she just… chill out with a potential friend? Her eyes landed on Mateo, who she knew by the photos Xo had shared of him. He didn’t immediately ping the way a vampire would, though. So it could be one of the customers, right? (Please?) What were the odds of another loved one fraternizing with the undead?

She was… not gonna think about that. Cause that led to thinking about Regan or Van or Wynne, and Jade was here in the name of love not… pain. She fidgeted with the ring on her finger before approaching the counter, a confident smile still in place. “Hi! Wow. You are even more handsome in person,” her eyes sparkled as she tapped the counter, replaying the words in her head. “Oh. In a friendly way. I’m not here to flirt. I’m friends with Xo, and you two are,” She pressed both index fingers together, emulating some smooching. “So we should be friends too. I’m Jade,” she extended her hand, hoping against really crappy odds that the burning sensation would just go away.

—

There were a few more customers than usual, which wasn’t the worst thing considering there were bills to pay. Mateo was thankful that he had his second gig to take care of everything else. It made the shop seem more like a hobby, and truthfully, it was. Music always had been something of a special interest that kept Mateo going on the hardest of days. He didn’t get many of those these days, so one could say he was practically on cloud nine, which he didn’t mind in the slightest. Times like that called for some Ramones.  

With a smile, he placed the record on the turntable and took his place back on his chair, leaning it on its back two legs. By the time the bell chimed announcing a new customer, Mateo was bopping his head with his arms behind his head, enjoying the music freely. “Hm?” He knew he was handsome, but to be called that so blatantly wasn’t something that he was used to. Seemed a little desperate, at first, but at the mention of Xóchitl, it all began to make sense. Of course she had talked about him, and of course her friend needed to check up on the person she was dating. It was the same thing Mateo did anytime his siblings found someone new. A protective measure.

“Uh, hi. Nice to meet you?” He arched a brow, drumming his fingers over the counter as he stood up. “Sorry, uh…” He reached around and turned the volume down so he could hear Jade better. “Guess you know I’m Mateo.” Rubbing his head, Mateo looked around and stretched, extending a hand to officially greet Jade properly. “You just in here for a meeting or did you want some music, too? Works for me either way. If you’re Xóchitl’s friend, you’re right. We should be friends.”

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“I didn’t wanna interrupt you jamming, my bad!” Jade giggled, working extra hard to maintain a breezy smile. The music kinda helped to focus on something else other than the undead alarms going off. “Hey! This song reminds me of my brother!” She nodded, as the classic ‘I wanna be sedated’ played on as ambience. Onyx was more of the punk rock guy in the family, but like any little sibling, Jade had absorbed a little bit of everyone’s tastes, which like… always felt like fun. There was more flavor in variety anyway. (The spice of life and stuff). 

“It is nice to meet me, yup,” She figured, if this Mateo person had pulled Xo, then he might be cool around confident women, right? She just had to ignore the whole… potentially undead threat ruining their meeting. She held her breath, watching the man stand tall and stop the music. Great, so now she couldn’t even like, have a distraction from…Oh, he was definitely tingly. His proximity made it more obvious. Jade looked around the store, willing somebody else to be responsible for her reaction. But everybody else was just, minding their business. Except for like, a guy with a fedora looking suspicious. (Who wore a fedora in 2024?). Somebody who was stuck in time, so to speak. That’s who. 

“Xo’s like, so happy any time she talks about you, I had to make sure you were real” Jade shook Mateo’s hand, just a second, not wanting to dwell on the implications. “And you are! Very real. And very tall!” She craned her neck back, to make a point. It was chill. It wouldn’t be the first or the last time she’d had to convince a girl friend that their guy wasn’t as dreamy as he looked. Xo would… understand if hers was like, not even alive. Wouldn’t she? Probably not. Xo didn't vibe with the possibility of supernatural life. (But also, she didn’t even wanna consider the whole, ‘what if he was a so-called good monster?’ conundrum) (Having a mental breakdown in a music store would be so ironic for her, actually).

“Maybe you could show me one of those,” she pointed at the turntable with her lips. She really needed one, didn’t she? Her E·mo·tion vinyl was collecting dust. And! She deserved something nice after enduring the situationship of a lifetime and the subsequent trip to Ireland, and her very wild, very bad month of…insanity and…the aftermath of that. She let Mateo guide her toward the turntable section (always mindful of the buzzing under her skin). “I’m not here to give you a scare, by the way. That’s probably Emilio’s job,” and, shoot. It couldn’t be too fun to have two slayers after you, could it? 

—

“Uh, yeah. Been about this tall since I was fifteen.” He shrugged with a smirk, “Glad you like the music though. My sister hated my music.” Mateo’s head bounced side to side in thought. “Well, hates. Sometimes she calls to ask if I’ve stopped playing ‘that damn music.’ And as her older brother, I have to annoy her, so I just turn my amp on and strum as hard as I can.” 

With a chortle, he continued to smile and nod along to listen as much as he could to Jade. It was a little hard to follow while he monitored the other people around the store, but he caught everything. “Well, I’m glad she’s happy. After what she’s been through, she deserves it. And I ain’t even worried about Emilio. That old guy came in hot with the threats. It doesn’t matter if he’s serious or not. Seems pretty high school to immediately threaten like that if you ask me.” Mateo clicked his tongue. He just couldn’t tell if Jade always had a certain awkward yet charming flair about her, or if she was actually uncomfortable. Which would be strange because all things considered, Mateo hadn’t done anything to cause discomfort. He was even wearing his nicer vest that day since he was feeling like looking fresh. It had new chains and everything! Regardless, it hardly mattered. Jade was asking questions and moving on, so Mateo figured he should do that too.

He just couldn’t shake that feeling…

“Well, we got a variety of systems. Just depends on what you want. Volume, size, style…” Mateo counted each on his hand with a smile, excited at the prospect of showing off all the beautiful setups he had put together with his own hands. “There’s only three out here that are worth looking at. The tiny ones in boxes are lame and not modded up by me, but I also have some others in the back that I just finished up this week. Just haven’t gotten around to boxing them up.” Jutting his thumb toward the back room, Mateo bounced his brows, eager to show off even more. “Can get those out for you if you want. Only the best for Xóchitl’s friends.”

—

Jade could relate. Not to being tall obviously, but the being fifteen when you reached peak height of it all. Her sisters always insisted she’d grow a couple extra inches, just like they did. (Spoiler alert: Nope). And it was fine, life compensated in different ways. “Mmm, I feel ya. Siblings, you know? It’s in the contract to annoy you. It was in mine, at least. I had to sign and all.” A genuine laugh bubbled in her throat at his older bro antics. “That’s actually super chill of you, I would’ve straight up camped in her room, blasting whatever was bothering her,” and that wasn’t even mentioning what Onyx and Jasper got up to whenever they disagreed about something. She didn’t feel like smiling as much. 

“Exactly,” she nodded, chewing the inside of her mouth. He probably meant the whole bff dying thing, didn’t he? Jade didn’t recall if there was more lore to Xo, except for like, the Ireland experiences. But just the one thing would be traumatizing enough. And he was right, she did deserve happiness, and he knew it. He seemed genuine about Xo, and like… she’d had a lot of experience with shady guys looking to take advantage of pretty girls. And this didn’t fit the bill, so here she was again, trying to work out what it all meant. So like, hypothetically would he be willing to stop going after…  whatever his (potentially) undead body required for sustenance cause of Xo? Maybe. But it wasn’t supposed to matter to her. It shouldn’t. Ugh. “Oh, yup. Emilio’s that old man yelling at clouds about everything. You have to ignore him when he gets like that. But he’s pretty close to Xo so like, he’s gonna stick around,” she let the implication that the two of them would have to work it out hang between them. He did feel sorry for Mateo if he ever hurt Xo’s feelings, though.

“Ooooh, good questions” This was nice enough of a distraction, looking at turntables while she continued sussing out the situation. Jade could do that, it was better than chatting face to face, cause this way she didn’t have to tone down her expressions. “The style doesn’t matter too much, but it has to sound nice, that’s for sure,” she eyed the turntables, unbothered to admit this wasn’t her area of expertise. She was more of a music enjoyer, the technicalities had never mattered much as long as the sound slapped. “Ah! I love special treatment, pretty please.” She beamed, ignoring the pang of guilt brought by her display of real enthusiasm. Hey! Whatever happened to innocent until proven guilty? Wouldn’t everybody at home be proud of her even considering that? One thing was certain, whoever was messing with her spidey sense wasn’t a vampire so like, she didn’t have the tools to take care of it right now. Yup, it was fine to have fun with Xo’s guy until evidence pointed to undead. (Evidence she could be gathering by like, tuning in for a heartbeat, for example… so, why wasn’t she?). “I’d love to see what else you have in there”. 

—

“Well I can’t really camp out in her room no more. I’m all the way out here. My folks and the rest of the fam are still in Texas.” A hint of longing attached itself to the end of the sentence, Mateo’s voice growing heavier with each word. His shoulders dropped and he clicked his tongue to keep himself from giving off too much emotion. It was pathetic and not to mention awkward. He’d hate to do that to Jade, who was still practically a stranger. Yeah, that was all. It had nothing to do with having to admit how much he longed for his family. Nothing to do with that time in Wicked’s Rest being the longest he’d ever been away from home. 

Couldn’t be that at all. It couldn’t.

“Anyway,” Mateo cleared his throat, “Emilio’s…yeah. He’s a grumpy dude. Yeah. But like, it’s Xóchitl’s life, you know? She likes who she likes and I’m not gonna go ‘round trying to change her. She’s great how she is anyway.” Rolling his shoulders, Mateo smiled and patted Jade on her arm before waving her toward the back room. The switch he flipped on shed light on the large workstation he’d put together. 

Parts of all kinds were scattered around, albeit methodically, and there were countless tools placed neatly on a tool rack. “The good shit is over here.” He jutted his chin to a much cleaner area. “So there’s a regular turntable that’s pretty compact, uh…it’s run of the mill basically, but I did improve the speakers so they’re not those shitty default ones. It’s just all-in-one and convenient without sacrificing quality.”

Mateo clapped his hands and rubbed them together excitedly for the next reveal, “And these…” His voice emphasized how he felt about his hard work, how he believed they were the perfect catalysts for playing vinyls. “These three are entire systems with speakers, a custom needle, a case I refurbished with updated plastic, and great eq controls.” The more Mateo talked, the more his smile grew. It was probably his favorite thing to talk about. Music didn’t just end with notes, and it didn’t end with how people consumed it either. There was care in every facet. Mateo knew that better than anyone, and there was nothing better. Well, except maybe watching Xóchitl talk about her work. 

“You’d probably need me to wire them up for you at home, or I can prepare them for you before I box them up. Your call, really.”

—

Jade watched Mateo fold, then subsequently try to put his walls back up at the mention of his family in Texas. And what did she know, perhaps they had something else in common besides their love for Xo and music. (As long as he wasn’t confirmed undead, it was so fine, so chill). “Aw. I feel ya, buddy. I still wanna steal my sister’s wardrobe every day, but… California, you see? So… Don’t I know it? It gets all kinds of lonely.” She sighed, a little more than just nostalgia in her breath. Cause nostalgia she could fix by talking to them, (not a perfect fix, duh, but… a tiny bandaid). But she’d been dodging her siblings calls more often than not lately. It was too hard to get into the whole, I’m flopping so hard on my own please come help over Facetime. (And… and… did she want to be righted after all?). And she knew it would be impossible for her to hide it. Even through a screen, they would be able to tell she was failing again. Anyway, that yearning was really building up inside her. It was easy to figure out where Mateo was at as well.   

She pretended not to see the softness behind his eyes as he thought of his loved ones, cause she had to respect it and all. Plus, the potential threat of undead hanging over them stopped her from getting all invasive and gossipy about his life. So when he cleared his throat, Jade was right there with him, ready to move past the more somber discussions. But like, not so much, cause… as Mateo guided her to the backroom talking about Xo liking who she liked and trying not to change her, it was super hard not to think that sometimes it was better for loved ones not to love who they loved. Especially if they were dangerous and undead. (Right?) So that meant… she had to tell Xo about what she was sensing… Correct? 

“Ooooh, I do love an all-in-one” His vibe was contagious, which always made things a little depressing. Cause… Jade always got thinking. (That’s right, that’s right). She thought about the life undead lived before their premature death (or non-death). Of the people they loved. The good they did. Their aspirations. She thought of the undead who were left behind after centuries and centuries of unlife. Who wandered the a world who didn’t look like the one they knew. But apparently, that unlife was something some undead wanted. For whatever reason. Jade resisted that idea (she had a billion quotes from her siblings that would go exactly against that sentiment), but… she could admit, that desire existed among those cursed with unlife. 

Mateo seemed full of life, despite. Despite. And was that good? Was that meaningful, then? Should it matter, when his smiley self could turn around and kill someone in his next (metaphorical) breath? Maybe if she kept asking herself these questions some day a new voice would chime in from inside and have the right answer for her. (Please). In the meantime, all she could focus on were the turntables. The real ones, in front of her. Turntables! “You’re really selling me on those systems, I mean… I do love the whole repurposing. I care about the environment, you know,” plus, they looked all kinds of sexy. And she did care for the aesthetics too. 

Right there, Jade made her choice. “I think I’d like one. Yup. You should probably wire it for me before you box them cause… my living situation is a little up in the air. I’m thinking of moving in with my girl, but also there’s a lease that has to end and… lots of moving pieces right now. But I’m definitely calling dibs on that one until I’m all set,” she pointed to the equipment to Mateo’s left. She couldn’t wait to blast Run away with me’s saxophone on that baby. Her big grin faded, eyeing him with a curious glint in her eyes. “How did you even get into this?” 

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The woman wasn’t so bad to hang out with, considering she didn’t linger onto the things he said. Most of the time, Mateo found that any offering of information was taken as an invite to pry further, but Jade simply took it as a simple opportunity to give her own reply. Everything else was optional, thankfully, and Mateo moved on without issue. He was able to focus on the sale and provide someone with the perfect way to listen to music. 

Which, he did. Gladly. 

“Well, I am a punk, and despite the bad rep we get, most of us are decent people that despise how our earth is being treated by the powers above us.” For a moment, Mateo paused, arching a brow and adding, “There are some idiots that call themselves punk, but are just really in it for the fashion. I get it, we look good, but we got ideals to uphold, ya feel me?” He chuckled to himself and shook his head. He couldn’t stand those kind of punks, especially when they used the fashion and platform incorrectly, but he wasn’t going to get on his soapbox. Not then. Maybe next time. 

“I actually minored in music in college. Focused on agriculture for my dad’s sake, but music was always my thing.” Mateo moved a few parts around and put Jade’s order aside for when she was ready. Once she gave him the all clear, he’d be able to box them up and deliver. All there was left to do then was collect payment. A partial one. “Would sneak out and go to shows in garages and shit when I was younger. Fell in love with the scene. Kind of just took off from there.” Mateo jutted his chin toward the door and waved his hand for good measure, walking back toward the front to settle the rest of the sale. 

“So I’ll just take half a payment now and collect the rest when you’re ready. If you end up backing out, I’ll just refund you. Usually I keep the half, but you know, special treatment.” With a smile, Mateo drummed his fingers along the counter as he closed the distance to the register, keying in all the information for the setup. “So you’re looking at about…two-fifty, but I’ll just take two-hundy, making your first payment just a straight hundy. How does that sound?”

—

Oh, as if this ordeal wasn’t already excruciating enough, as if Mateo wasn’t already making her big D flabbier by the second, he had to go and talk about fighting the powers. Dismantling the system. Jade totally saw what Xo loved about him, she like… it was so obvious. And they could’ve been friends, Jade figured. Could have. If there weren’t codes to uphold and the entire humankind to keep safe. (That was a system that shouldn’t be torn apart) (In her unbiased opinion). Her not pulling out a knife on him the second her skin thrummed with the signal of unlife should’ve counted as friendly enough. That was already a step too far. That was already a failure. Anything more would be… she didn’t think she had a word for it. And she didn’t need it. Cause there was no point in entertaining what ifs. Thankfully, Mateo was facing the turntables and could not see her face journey in 4K. So she flashed another smile, put on her sweet voice and carried on. “I totally feel you. Yup. I love the energy, by the way. Stick it to the big guy.” Unless… What if he was sticking it to the big guy via murder? (Ugh).

Jade hit snooze on the nervous breakdown once again (there was no limit for that, right?), watching Mateo set aside her equipment. At least she felt some positive jitters at that,  and you know… Who was to say he and Xo would last long anyway? Right. Life came at you fast, maybe they’d find out they had some deal breakers they didn’t know about and they’d part ways. (Amicably). And Jade wouldn’t have to worry about him, or worry about her friend. Wouldn’t that be nice? Wouldn’t that be so perfect? She didn’t want Xo to be sad, obviously, but if this hypothetical scenario ever happened, she’d be the best support a girl could be. “That sounds so cool, actually,” she rowed her way back into the convo as he mentioned minoring in music. She wasn’t lying. And she was being friendly, still. If he hadn’t been undead, she would’ve tacked on something about looking forward to hanging out with him, maybe going to a few shows. His passion for music was one that she resonated with and one that could’ve bonded them in the deepest of ways. Alas. Only one of the hearts involved in this conversation beat, and for Jade that was where she was supposed to draw the line. (Not supposed to) (Had to, remember?)

When she had decided to pay Xo’s boo a visit, she didn’t know she was going to stumble upon another undead. She didn’t regret it, cause it was always better to know these stuff, but the plan to yap at him and get to know him better, (get to know each other better) for the sake of their common person was clearly a bust, so Jade made no attempts to extend their hang out as he started talking business.

Yup, maybe walking out with a discount for a record player was as good as it was gonna get for them. And it was so chill! It was so fine! (So where was that happy fluttering again? Could it come back soon?). 

Jade followed him back to the register, trying to see if maybe, by some weird chance, she’d been wrong. If her signal was messed up or the reception was spotty like it had been with Penny at the park. But nope, Mateo still made her skin light up, and not in the fun way. “I do love special treatment!” She tapped the counter along with him and chuckled. In a way, she was giving Mateo special treatment too. Not jumping the gun immediately. Further investigation would be conducted for sure. But like, make no mistake, he wasn’t being let off the hook (nuh-uh!), but in the name of Xo, and their friendship, she was… stalling. Jade nodded at the amount to pay, finding it a super good deal and reached inside her sling bag for her wallet. “I can totally see why you and Xo are so good together…” she nodded, trying to ignore again that uncomfortable feeling in her belly. The one that told her she was on the path to losing another person she loved cause of… cause life. (Or the lack of it, really). It was so rude! “And you know,” she added, eyes narrowing in a conspiratory look (one that was to be understood as playful) before pulling out her card, “I don’t think this will be the last time we see each other either!” Which had nothing to do with the fact that she’d had to come pick up her turntable eventually. 

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[roychewtoy]

i love u ripping mp3s from youtube. i love u mp3 files that live in my phone

[applepixls]

was doing a doodle page in my sketchbook and found myself drawing side profiles of the bad boys from gettin’ in tune

ft. what i think they’d listen to if they were alive today

since my writing is hard to read

grian: wouldve thought that one lady gaga song was about being trans (i relate to him far too much to give an objective opinion about what he’d listen to so thats all i have atm)

jimmy: would love valerie by amy winehouse (the version with mark ronson) also he’d like falling behind by laufey

joel: would love mccafferty, specifically trees, beachboy, bottom, and if i saw him i’d still kiss him

[wildlifesmp]

[Chapter 5 - Gettin’ In Tune | Bad Boys and TIES Mods/Rockers 1960′s AU | Grimpulse, Ranchers, Smalletho | 25k Words] CHAPTER FIVE IS UP!! GO READ <3

[starlightkun]

🎶🛌

[ozarkthedog]

𝐊𝐍𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏

summary: joel fingers you for the first time in his truck.

warnings: 18+ mdni. joel miller x afab!reader. no physical descriptors of reader. fingering (pussy and ass). heavy ass play. Joel being a fucking menace. no beta. w.c: 823

author's note: had this thot for the last few days and had to write it out before i went insane but now i'm taking you all with meeee

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞��� 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 ⋅ 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 ⋅ 𝐉𝐨𝐞𝐥 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭

Joel's two knuckles deep in your cunt while an old country tune quietly floats from the radio into his dimly lit truck that's parked on the side of a dusty road. He languidly fucks his thick digits between your sopping folds, each thrust making your breath hitch more than the last. 

He's taking it slow, figuring out what spots make your cunt spasm and quiver for the very first time. It's a mess of limbs in the front seat; your skirt is rucked up your hips, legs bent at the knee, and he's holding you against his side, cradling your head in the crook of his arm.

"Righ' 'ere?" he grits, swallowing hard as you clamp around his fingers. 

You grab at his worn button-up, tightly fisting the material with a needy whine as a wave of pleasure burns deep, and he doubles his efforts with a twist of his wrist. "That's it. Come on, pretty girl, there you go."

Joel curls his fingers, seeking the fleshy spot behind your clit that makes you see stars and forces you to the edge listening with perverted delight to your frantic cries.

He leaves his fingers in your obscenely wet pussy just a bit longer, enjoying the feeling of your cunt convulsing from the aftershocks. He teases his soaked fingers along your slit when he withdraws them, toying with your folds and puffy, hairy outer lips before moving south.

A gasp catches in your throat as he cautiously circles your rosebud.

"Ever been touched 'ere?" Bright moonlight casts off his dark coffee-colored eyes as he searches your face for discomfort.

All you can muster is a broken "No," and he hums a deep rumble. It sounds like the beginning of a summer storm, and the ominous tone sets a blazing fire in your belly.

"s'ok if I keep goin'?" he asks, timidly looking down at you through his lashes. He shifts his hips, grinding his cock against your outer thigh. You mewl upon feeling his hard, throbbing length through his jeans.

You dumbly nod, and a sly grin tugs at the corner of his lips. 

Your mouth drops open, panting, as he slowly presses one thick digit into your ass. He curses at your tightness but keeps moving until his knuckles graze the soft globes of your cheeks. "S'fuckin' tight lil' ass you got there, sweetheart." He croons, nudging his nose along your jaw and tipping your head back before branding you with a searing kiss.

You moan wantonly as he licks into your mouth and starts slowly fucking you. "Tell me how it feels." He husks, breaking the kiss.

His lips latch onto your neck, sucking and nipping his way down to your clavicle as your mind searches for anything remotely resembling words.

A mess of mumbled moans and broken curses stumble from your lips into the small truck cabin. Your hips move on their own, wanting his finger deeper and faster, but he never breaks his steady stride. He chuckles against your skin. "This sweet rose wants more, huh? First time bein' touched, and she's already gettin' greedy."

He leans back, pinning his eyes on where he's stretching you open, and groans at the filthy sight of his syrupy, thick fingers stretching your small, shiny hole. He meets your wild doe eyes with a wolfish grin before pursing his lips and spitting.

The shock of his warm spittle landing on the rim of your sensitive hole makes your insides violently churn, and a yearning, brazen moan spills from your lips.

"Gotta make sure it's nice n' wet," he says while lining up a second finger, still piercing your gaze. "Don't wanna hurt 'er."  

He watches your face twist from the pressure as he slowly glides two sizeable fingers into your snug hole. "S'ok, you can take it," he calmly encourages, kissing the pinched skin between your brows. 

He raises his thumb up and over your pusling, weepy core, and plants the heavy pad on your clit. He suffocates the tiny button, earning himself a full-on quiver and high-pitched wail from your defenseless, blissed-out body. 

"Thatta girl. Feels good, don't it?" he grunts, thrusting his fingers deeper.

A solid buzz blossoms in your veins under his wicked touch. The dual action he's doling out with his insanely massive hand makes your eyes roll into the back of your head. So overcome with the depraved rapture, you can't help but give in to the delirium.  

"Can feel you loosenin' up. S'good girl," he coos, smiling down at you even though your eyes are crossed dumb from the sheer euphoria racing through your veins. 

"Pretty soon, she'll be stretched around my cock." he informs, hissing when he feels you tighten at his words. Your mouth falls open with a silent wail, and your spine bends like a bow ready to strike as he purrs sinfully in your ear. "Tha's righ'. Gonna make this sweet rose take every fuckin' inch."  

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He’s a man always in control of his emotions, but all of it faded when he saw you changing. The flesh of your breasts was spilling out of your bra so delectably that his breathing staggered in tune with the throbbing of his dick. He couldn’t just rein it in anymore.  

Overcame by his need to taste you, he dragged his nose and lips across your shoulder and sucked on your exposed skin. His hands slipped underneath your bra and they felt like fire against your supple tits as he played with your squishy rounds, hands full. Now your pussy felt the insatiable need. Your ass rubbed against his hard-on. Hmmm...Oh, god. You bit your lower-lip. He’s so ready to fuck you hard.  

He knew. He totally knew you’re begging, helplessly needy for him so he smoothed your back, dipping your body down with your hands flat on the mattress and your ass up displayed filthily for him. Tugging your panties down, his cock stiffened even more.  

Fuck! You’re glistening beautifully all for him that he couldn’t help. Your eyes saw stars when he shoved straight into you deep. He rammed inside you relentlessly good no beating around the bush.  

“Can’t! Wait! Anymore!” He grunted with every thrust. And oooh that friction was making your crazy. Your hands balled the sheet of your bed, feeling them tremble as the shivers started crawling under your skin. Between your legs you felt your arousal dripping embarrassingly. His cock kept pumping all the juices out. And you’re weak. Melting. Your arms gave up. Your face flat on the bed. He took hold of your waist and swayed your body wild to meet his pounding.

“You gettin’ there? Are’y gettin’ there?” he huffed, wanting more and more of you. He wanted deeper in you and he knew you wanted it the same too so he knelt one knee on the bed and grabbed you by the elbows. He was getting faster and faster like he was on a race winning in a few laps and he’s holding you like a lever, slamming your body against his in a frenzy. Your mouth just hung open with eyes almost rolling back as you reached your peak, tremors coming in endless waves. “Oh! Ahh!” you cried. The pleasure felt like forever. It might be the longest yet as you quiver in full abandon. And in one swift deep jerk, the tip of his cock hit your womb. His cum painting your insides white while your vision turned blank, eyes closing.  

He held you closely and tenderly, nuzzling on your cheek. Damn. He might be a man in control, but not with you.

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[bluewxrld07]

Lifeline (Jack Hughes)

Summary: Jack has Y/N take his car to his game. What happens when she gets caught up in a serious accident?

Warning(s): Flangst, serious car accident, serious injuries, anxiety attacks, detailed injury description

"Jack where are my shoes?" Y/N calls out, touching up her makeup in the bathroom before shutting off the light.

"I think I put them in the hallway closet!" he says back from his bedroom. She searches through the pile of shoes, finally finding the pair she was looking for and letting out a satisfied sigh.

Jack pops out of the bedroom while buttoning his jacket, adjusting the beanie on his head before straightening out his suit. He walked towards her, placing his hands on her hips and giving her a kiss on the cheek as he skims past her to slip his own shoes on.

"You still fine to take my car?" he asks, and she nods with a hum

"Do I just show them the pass when I get to the gate?"

"Yeah they know you're coming, I made sure to keep them aware you'd be in my car." he adds, making her nod as she walks back to his bedroom to go put her jewelry on.

She stands in front of the mirror while putting her earrings in.

"Okay," Jack announces, quickly walking into his room and coming to her. He passes her his keys before wrapping her in a hug from behind. "I'm out of here, the guys are downstairs. I'll see you later, yeah?" he asks as he is giving her multiple kisses on her temple, Y/N soon turning her head to capture a couple kisses on the lips.

She smiles up at him. "Aye aye captain." she chuckles, earning a playful eyeroll and a tongue sticking out at her before he leaves the room.

It's another fifteen minutes or so before Y/N is grabbing her purse and Jack's keys, kissing her cat goodbye for the evening and locking the door behind her.

Once she is in the parking garage she unlocks Jack's car, setting his keys back into her purse while opening the driver's side door.

She pushes the button to start it up, letting the car warm up to her liking while she sets her stuff into the passenger seat. As her music soon booms through the speakers she begins to leave the garage as she hums along to the tunes.

The ride was overall quiet and peaceful in her opinion, snow coming down pretty quickly the more downtown she got into New Jersey.

By the time she'd be arriving at the stadium, the boys would be just getting onto the ice for warmups which as perfect timing for her to see Jack as he went back to the locker rooms post warmups.

She made it to the final stoplight just before the arena was in her view, her chest feeling a little less heavy as she always got nervous driving Jack's car.

"It's just a car, baby. I can always buy another one. I can't buy another you." He'd always tell her, which always resulted in her saying she knows how much this car meant to Jack. It was like his baby.

Her light finally turned green, Y/N beginning to turn onto the next road but lets out a gasp as she hears a car horn, and sees headlights getting closer towards the driver's side of Jack's car.

Before she can try to miss the impact, the car hits her side fast and hard. She could feel the car go flying across the intersection and toppling over.

She felt the impact as it hit her, only just barely before her body takes over and everything goes dark.

Meanwhile, Jack and the crew are making their ways back to the locker rooms after finishing warmups all hyped up for the night ahead.

As they're all gettin revved up for the big talk with coach, they all watch him walk into the room with a very serious face. More straight than it usually is.

"The game is being delayed by an hour," he announces, making everyone all hum out responses filled with confusion. Coach raises his arms to silence the team. "There was an accident just by the stoplight. As far as I know, a diesel truck rammed into the driver's side of a bit of a smaller car. The other car has a lot of damage and was hit so hard it rolled and toppled over across the intersection."

All the guys all hummed out in sorrow and understanding, still all buzzing about how long they'd have to actually wait to go out.

Some of the guys threw on their slides before heading out towards the parking garage to see if they could see it from where they were.

Jack and Luke were amongst the few, Luke being further ahead with some of the guys.

The sirens and commotion got louder the closer they got to the edge of the garage, only being to see bits and pieces of it as it looked like it happened just before the turn into the parking garage.

As Jack gets up to be with some of his buddies, a few of the security guars had jogged over to Luke and started saying a few things.

Nico and Dawson were also next to Luke, their faces dropping as they looked at Luke whose face turned white before turning towards Jack then back at the site while running a hand over his mouth waling with the security guards over to the site.

Jack got up closer to the bunch, his eyes squinting and looking over to the crash site.

Nico and Dawson immediately rush up to him before pulling him back. Jack frowns. "What? Why can't I see, what's going on?" he says as he lightly pushes them off of him.

"Jack it's best if you don't go up there." Nico says in a warning tone.

"Why, what's the big deal? Get off!" Jack says as they keep their grips on him.

"Jack don't," Dawson says. Jack glares at them both, confusion taking over his features.

"What the fuck is up with you two?" Jack asks. "What is happening, why did Luke go with them?" he bombards, just before his movements of pushing them off freezes.

His heart falls to his ass as his stomach begins to feel nauseous.

"Don't tell me it's Y/N." he says with a knowing look, and their faces said it all.

Jack immediately fights off their grips harder than he was trying before, running up the street towards the caution tape.

Luke is making his way back quickly, immediately increasing his speed when he sees Jack coming and coming fast. "Jack, no." Luke says with a warning look on his face and pushing him away from the scene.

"Luke you don't want to fucking mess with me right now-"

"You don't want to see this, you need to stay back."

"If you don't get your fucking hands off me, Luke I swear we're going to have bigger issues." he snaps. Jack pushes back at his brother, looking over shoulder and pushing Luke to the side.

He scurries up to the caution tape, his chest becoming heavy as he sees the aftermath. His eyes widening.

There was scrap metal and pieces of the car all over the intersection, skid marks from what he could suspect were his car tires. The giant truck had a few dents and parts missing on the front of it. His eyes followed the skid marks towards where Jack's car was now laying. He felt like it was all in slow motion.

His car was totaled. It was toppled over on its passenger side, the entire driver's side of the car completely demolished.

Y/N was in that car. She felt that impact.

He ran towards the car screaming her name, policemen pushing him back. "No! That's my car, my girlfriend was in that fucking car let me through! Where is she? Where's Y/N? That was my girl in that car dammit! Where is she??" he panics, fighting his way past the officers and running towards the car.

He put a hand over his mouth as he saw the front door was off its hinges, looking as if it had been sawed off. The seat was torn up and didn't look like a seat anymore.

He swear his heart had stopped beating the moment he spotted blood. He saw her purse lying on the broken window of the passenger side.

"Sir you need to step back. This is a crime scene."

He whips his head around with his hands in his hair, tears falling freely from his eyes.

"What happened to her? Where's Y/N? At least fucking tell me my girl is alive!" he screams out, his voice cracking at the end of it.

As the officer was about to speak, someone else's voice came out first. "You said it was your girlfriend in the car?" A firemen behind him announces as he walks up to Jack.

Jack nods eagerly. "Where is she? I need her, I need to see her." he begs.

The firemen purses his lips. "She was just brought away in an ambulance," he starts, watching Jack's face contort into all sorts of emotions. "She was unconscious when we got to her. Her entire left side of her body had been stuck and crammed into the driver's side door. We had to saw the door open to try and get to her." he explains.

Jack swears he could've passed out right then and there.

"Her left leg had been caught in the door the most, so we had to break her leg to get her unstuck. She was in critical condition when we got her out. She was losing a lot of blood." he finishes, Jack breaking out into sobs.

Jack feels his chest getting tight, breathing becoming rapid. Luke wasn't too far behind him, immediately taking his brother into his arms to help him through the panic attack that was going to set in.

"I need to get to her, I need to see her. I need-"

"I know Jack. Let's go, we've gotta go now."

"I never said I loved her before leaving the apartment tonight," Jack gasps out, grabbing at his chest as he tries to slow his breathing.

"You'll get to tell her Jack. Don't think that way." Luke assures, walking his brother back towards the parking garage and the arena.

Luke gives Nico a knowing look, the captain nodding and running inside.

Jack felt everything inside him going numb. All he wanted was Y/N. He wanted her and only her.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Jack's knee never stopped bouncing.

His legs were spread, elbows on his knees as his head was looking down at his lap.

The doctor has yet to come back with any updates from yet a second surgery she was undergoing. Jack was going insane. He couldn't believe he forgot to tell her he loved her before leaving. Especially the fact he let her drive on her own when he knew she hated driving in the snow.

He felt like it was his fault.

"Jack," Luke's voice says softly, making the brown-haired boy's head snap up fast. He sees the surgeon walking their way, causing Jack to stand and meet him halfway.

"How is she? Is she okay?"

The surgeon takes off his cap and holds it in his hands while pursing his lips. "She lost a lot of blood on her way here. Please keep that in mind with the next things I'm about to tell you," he warns Jack, who nods. "She did flatline twice-"

Jack's lung felt like they were deprived of all air entirely.

"We managed to revive her both times, she was doing well after that. We had to full reset her entire left leg and femur. Her hip bone was completely dislodged from its socket," he explains. "She does have a concussion, and a broken elbow which we did put a screw in there to help piece it back together. But she's a strong woman. She pulled through and is in the recovery wing. She will be wheeled into her room shortly, which I can give you the number to so you can wait for her."

Jack nods eagerly, shaking hands with the surgeon after they finished talking. Jack turns to Luke, bitting his lip to keep it from quivering.

Luke pulled his brother in for a hug, holding him tight as he feels Jack shake quietly in his arms.

Once Jack has calmed down a bit they began to walk towards her room to go sit there until she is wheeled in. Jack was stuck wearing his suit to the hospital, his few top buttons undone and sleeves rolled to his elbows.

The waiting game for Jack was what was the most agonizing. He sat in the spot that would be next to her bed, Luke looking over at Jack every so often in case he broke out into an attack again.

Before they know it the door is slowly being pulled open, nurses heard chattering lightly as Jack stands and watches as they wheel her bed in. His heart broke, but he knew in that moment he needed to be stronger for her.

She had entire cast taking up her whole leg and was partly taking over her hip, as well as a cast over her left elbow. She had a small neck strainer, and some butterfly bandages across her face.

Her eyes were squinting as if she had just woken up not too long ago, her lip busted as well. She tried looking around, only to be met with pain and limited movement in her neck.

Everything ached numbly to her, due to all the medications they had her on. She felt like she was going to throw up if anything.

The nurses began hooking her up to the machines behind her, making sure her IVs were in tact, making sure she was okay and could feel the pressure they were adding into the palm of her hand.

Her eyes opened a bit more and finally caught Jack's eye, making her eyes water and her lip start quivering. Jack stood up immediately as he walked over to her.

He wanted to take her hand so badly in that moment, but couldn't as the nurses were using it to connect her IVs.

"I'm sorry," she whispers, her throat feeling dry and raw. "I'm so sorry Jack. I'm sorry." she began to cry making him bite his lip and shake his head.

"I'm going to go get her some water and ice." Luke says, wanting to give them their alone time as he knew Jack needed that.

Once the nurses were done with her IVs, Jack took her good hand into his and kissed it a million times. He squeezed it tight as he shook his head.

"I'm so glad you're alive. I'm so glad you're okay." he mutters out with a quivering shake in his voice.

"Jack I'm so sorry. I can't believe I ruined your car."

Jack just shook his head and closed his eyes, kissing her hand and keeping it up by his mouth as he stared at her. His eyes glosses over in tears threatening to fall.

"I'm here. I came as soon as I figured it out. I'm so sorry I shouldn't have let you drive in that weather." Jack says.

"Jack your car, I'm sorry. I really-"

"If you bring that fucking car up again I swear I'm going to get pissed off." he interrupts her. She lets her lip quiver.

"But-"

"No. That car is a piece of metal, something easily replaceable," he snaps. "You are not. I don't care about a damn car. I care about the girl I'm supposed to spend the rest of my life with being alive. Not a fucking car, Y/N." he says in a darker tone.

"I just I can't believe that happened. It all happened so fast." she whimpers, Jack sniffling.

"The driver was arrested. He's going away for a while, I can promise you that I will make sure of it." Jack assures, Y/N trying her best to squeeze Jack's hand with what little strength she had.

"Jack what about your game?"

He scoffs and looks at her with a knowing look. "You're funny, pretty."

She furrows her brows. "But it's your biggest rival."

"And? I play them every year, I will see them next season. The love of my life flatlined twice and can't walk. I'm more concerned about her than a game." he says, Y/N just letting out a hum.

"I love you so much," Jack says, kissing her hand again. "I love you. I love you more than anything imaginable."

"I love you too Jack. I'm going to be okay.

"I didn't tell you I love you before I left the apartment. I can't believe I didn't say it."

"Jack stop. Don't blame yourself. This wasn't your fault. I know you do, so don't do that." she assures him, and he just nods.

"I just don't know what I would've done if you were gone," he says. "You're my lifeline. You're who I breathe for, who I live everyday for. I can't imagine you not being here. It killed me when I found out. Nothing else mattered."

Y/N wished she could hug him in that moment. She wished she could hold him tight and tell him everything she knew he needed to hear.

"Jack," she starts. "I'm here. I'm alive. I'm breathing and you can feel my pulse beating. I'm not going to leave you ever." she says, watching his eyes blink away more tears.

"If I did croak, I would've come back to haunt you anyways. So you're stuck with me.

Jack gives her a look. "Very funny."

"I thought so." she says with a weak and amused smile. Jack smiles small at her, grateful to see her gorgeous smile again.

She was his everything. His Lifeline.

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I Want You [Logan Howlett]

Summary: Logan is jealous of you and Scott's friendship, not knowing your true feelings.

Warnings: SMUT! 18+ only please. fem/afab!reader. brief argument, logan being stubborn comme d'hab, making out, oral, riding, you get the idea ;)

WC: 2.9k - MASTERLIST

The sun is setting, casting long shadows across the X-Mansion grounds. You find yourself on the patio, leaning against the railing, watching as the last rays of sunlight dip below the trees. The tranquility of the moment is soothing, a brief escape from the chaos that often fills your days.

Your mind drifts to earlier that day, when you and Scott had been working together in the training room. He's always been a good friend—someone you can rely on when you need advice or a steady hand in a crisis. Scott had patiently helped you fine-tune your abilities, offering encouragement and constructive feedback.

"You're really getting the hang of it," Scott had said with a smile as you both took a break, sitting on the edge of the training mat. "I'm impressed."

"Thanks, Scott," you had replied, grateful for his support. "Couldn't have done it without your help."

He had shrugged, a modest grin on his face. "We make a good team. It's nice to have someone who gets it, you know?"

You had nodded, feeling the warmth of genuine friendship between you. Scott was like the brother you never had, someone who understood the challenges you faced and never judged you for them.

The sound of heavy footsteps approaching breaks your reverie. You recognize them immediately—Logan.

"You and Summers seem to be gettin' pretty close."

You turn to face him, raising an eyebrow at his accusatory tone. "Scott? We're just friends, Logan. You know that."

He crosses his arms over his chest, scowl deepening. "Doesn't look like it from where I'm standin'."

Frustration bubbles up inside you, and you can’t help but let it spill over. "And where exactly are you standing? Lurking in the shadows, jumping to conclusions?"

His eyes narrow, jaw clenching. "I'm just callin' it like I see it."

"You don't see anything," you retort, matching his intensity. "You're too busy looking for problems that aren't there."

He steps closer, his presence imposing but familiar. "I see the way he looks at you."

You roll your eyes, exasperated. "And how do I look at him, Logan?"

"Like he hung the damn moon," Logan mutters, a hint of vulnerability creeping into his voice.

"That's rich coming from the guy who's too stubborn to see what's right in front of him," you snap back, heart pounding.

He pauses, taken aback by your words. "What do you mean by that?"

You take a deep breath, the weight of your unspoken feelings pressing down on you. "I mean, I'm not in love with Scott. I'm in love with you. But you're too busy being jealous and stubborn to notice."

He blinks, surprise flickering across his features. His defenses falter for a moment, and you see the real him beneath the rugged exterior. "Me? Why the hell would you—"

"Because you're you, Logan," you interrupt, voice softer now. "You're gruff and infuriating, but you're also brave and kind. You see through the facade I put up, and you make me want to be better."

He looks at you, his hardened exterior cracking. "I thought I wasn't good enough for you,” he says, quietly. 

You step closer, reaching out to touch his arm. The contact is electric, as always, grounding both of you in the moment. "You don't get to decide that for me. I've made my choice."

He stares at you, a mix of disbelief and longing in his eyes. "All this time... and I was just bein' a damn fool."

"Yeah, you were,” you say with a smile, the tension between you dissipating. 

Logan lets out a low chuckle, the sound warm and genuine. "Guess I should apologize for actin' like a jerk, huh?"

You nod, teasingly. "That would be a good start."

He takes a deep breath, looking into your eyes with a sincerity that makes your heart race. "I'm sorry, darlin'. I was stupid, and I let my jealousy get the best of me."

You smile, feeling the last remnants of your anger melt away. "Apology accepted, but you're gonna have to make it up to me."

Tthe familiar glint returns to his eyes as he smirks. "Oh, I will. Count on it."

A comfortable silence falls between you. The night air is cool and refreshing, and you can hear the distant sounds of laughter from inside the mansion.

"Why didn’t you ever say anything?" Logan asks, his voice quieter now, almost tentative.

"I guess I was scared," you admit. "Scared of ruining what we have, of pushing you away. You’re not exactly easy to read."

He chuckles softly. "Yeah, well, you're not the only one who’s scared. I’m not good at this...feelin’ stuff. Always thought it’d get in the way."

"It doesn’t have to," you say, hoping your words convey the sincerity you feel. "You don’t have to do this alone, Logan. We can figure it out together."

He nods, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. You share a moment of quiet understanding. For once, there’s no need for words. You both know what this means.

"Come on," Logan says suddenly, breaking the silence. "Let’s get outta here for a while."

"Where to?" you ask, curiosity piqued.

There’s a playful glint in his eyes as he shrugs. "Anywhere but here. I hear there’s a nice little spot by the lake where the stars look like they’re close enough to touch."

You laugh, "Alright, lead the way.”

---

The walk to the lake is peaceful, the cool night air wrapping around you like a comforting blanket. The sound of your footsteps on the gravel path blends with the soft rustle of leaves in the breeze. You and Logan walk side by side, your fingers occasionally brushing against each other, only feeding the tension that seems to be growing as each moment passes.

When you reach the lake, the water shimmers under the starlight, a breathtaking view that makes you catch your breath. Logan finds a spot on the grassy bank, and you settle down beside him, lying back to gaze up at the sky.

"It's beautiful here," you whisper, feeling the tranquility of the moment seep into your bones.

Logan nods, his gaze fixed on you instead of the stars. "Yeah, it is."

His arm wraps around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. You rest your head against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your ear. It's a comforting sound, grounding you in the reality of this moment.

You tilt your head up to look at him, meeting his eyes. There's a softness there that you haven't seen before, a vulnerability that makes your heart swell. "I've wanted this for a long time, Logan."

He smiles, a rare and genuine expression that lights up his features. "Me too. Guess I was too stubborn to admit it."

You chuckle softly, reaching up to trace your fingers along the line of his jaw. "I like this side of you."

He catches your hand, pressing a kiss to your fingertips. His touch is gentle, almost reverent, as if he's afraid you'll disappear if he's not careful. The world around you fades away as Logan leans down, capturing your lips in a soft, lingering kiss. It's slow and tentative at first, as if testing the waters, but quickly deepens into something more urgent and heated.

You shift closer, your bodies fitting together perfectly as his hand slides up your back, pulling you even closer. Your fingers weave into his hair, anchoring yourself as the kiss intensifies, leaving you breathless.

Breaking away briefly, his forehead rests against yours as he catches his breath. "You sure about this?" he murmurs, his voice low and husky.

You nod, your own breath coming in short gasps. "Absolutely."

With a growl of approval, Logan captures your lips again, the kiss filled with a hunger that leaves you dizzy. He shifts, pulling you with him as he rolls onto his back, guiding you to straddle his hips. His hand traces down your side, sending shivers of anticipation through you. The world around you feels distant and unimportant, the only thing that matters is the man with you and the way he makes you feel.  

As the kiss deepens, you lose yourself in the moment, the passion and intensity of it all consuming you. Slowly, you rock back and forth, grinding your hot core against his growing bulge. Something akin to a growl releases from his throat, as his hands tighten their grip on you.

Breaking the kiss, Logan trails his lips down your neck, planting soft, lingering kisses along your skin. You tilt your head back, allowing him to continue his journey, savouring the sensation of his mouth against you. He hooks his fingers into the hem of your shirt, pausing to look up at you. With deliberate slowness, he slides your shirt up and over your head, discarding it with a flick of his wrist. He takes a moment to admire you, his hands tracing the curves of your waist with a gentle reverence.

“Wow,” he breathes, his voice rough with emotion. “You drive me crazy, you know that?”

His eyes roam over you appreciatively, lingering on your bare skin. His words and gaze make your heart race and heat flood your cheeks.

“Says you,” you murmur, feeling a heady mix of vulnerability and desire under his gaze.

“You’re so damn beautiful,” he whispers, flipping you over so you’re now on your back as he hovers above you. “I’ve thought about this moment more times than I can count.”

He begins to kiss the valley between your breasts, hands never ceasing their exploration of your body. Your grasp finds the hem of his shirt, tugging it up and over his head, revealing the hard planes of his chest. Your fingers trace over his muscles, delighting in the way they ripple beneath your touch.

Logan grins, a wicked gleam in his eyes as he moves even lower, his kisses trailing down your stomach. Each touch is electric, leaving a path of heat in its wake. His fingers find the waistband of your pants, slowly sliding them down your legs. With your pants discarded, Logan settles himself between your thighs, his hands gently parting them to make room for himself. His touch is firm yet gentle, and you shiver in anticipation as he leans in, his breath warm against your most sensitive skin.

He starts with soft kisses along your inner thighs, teasing you with his lips and the occasional scrape of his teeth. The feeling sends a thrill through you, making your heart race and your body ache for more. Finally, Logan focuses his attention on your centre, his mouth moving with expert precision as he tastes you. The first touch of his tongue is like fire, a sensation so intense that it steals your breath away. You gasp, your hands finding their way to his hair, anchoring yourself to him as the pleasure begins to build.

He works you with a practiced ease, his tongue tracing patterns that have you arching into him, seeking more of the exquisite sensations he’s giving you. He alternates between gentle flicks and firmer strokes, finding a rhythm that leaves you trembling beneath him. Your soft moans and gasps fill the night air, mingling with the sound of the lake and the distant rustle of leaves. Logan responds to your every sound, adjusting his movements, his sole focus on drawing out your pleasure.

As the tension coils within you, winding tighter with each deft movement of his tongue, you feel yourself teetering on the edge of release. Logan senses your impending climax, his efforts doubling as he brings you closer and closer to the brink. With a final flick of his tongue at your clit with gentle, firm pressure, he pushes you over the edge, sending you spiraling into ecstasy. The world dissolves around you as the waves of pleasure crash over you, leaving you breathless and shaking.

Logan stays with you through it all, his touch gentle and reassuring as you come down from your high. He presses a soft kiss to your thigh before moving back up to lie beside you, gathering you into his arms as you catch your breath. “Logan,” you whisper, feeling a warmth that’s more than just physical spreading through you.

He smiles, a satisfied, tender expression on his face as he brushes a stray hair from your cheek. “I’ve got you,” he murmurs.

You shift slightly, your fingers tracing the lines of his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing. The sight of him, hair tousled and eyes filled with a mix of satisfaction and desire, stirs something within you. You lean in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, feeling the warmth of his body against yours.

Responding eagerly to your initiation, the kiss deepens as your hands explore each other with a renewed sense of curiosity and hunger, as if he didn’t just make you finish with his mouth. You push him gently onto his back, straddling his hips as you trade positions once again, trailing kisses down his chest, savoring the way his muscles tense under your touch.

Your hands make quick work of his belt and jeans, tugging them down to reveal the hard length of him. He’s beautiful. Logan’s breath hitches as you take him in your hand, stroking him with a slow, deliberate rhythm that draws a low groan from his lips.

You lower yourself further, your lips and tongue exploring every inch of him, tasting and teasing until his hands are tangled in your hair, guiding you with a mix of urgency and need. The sounds he makes, the way he reacts to your touch, only spurs you on, and you take him deeper, reveling in the way his body responds to yours.

“Darlin’,” Logan rasps, his voice strained with pleasure, “you’re gonna be the death of me.”

You smile against him, pulling back just enough to meet his gaze, the heat in his eyes matching the fire burning within you. “Well, don’t go dying on me now,” you tease, moving back up to capture his lips in a heated kiss.

His hands grip your hips, holding you in place as you settle over him. You barely break the kiss as you grab his length and slowly sit down on it. The pleasure of being filled by him draws a gasp from your lips, and a hearty groan vibrates underneath you.

You brace yourself against his chest, feeling the taut muscles beneath your palms, as you begin to move. The rhythm starts slow and steady, each movement deliberate as you rise and fall, taking him deeper with each movement of your hips. Soon enough, you feel him begin to thrust up into you, matching your pace, pounding into you even deeper than before. 

Logan’s grip on your hips tightens, guiding you as you pick up the pace, your bodies moving in perfect harmony. The sound of your breathy sighs and his low groans fill the air, mingling with the gentle rustle of the leaves and the lapping of the lake against the shore.

His eyes remain locked on yours, a dark and heated gaze that stokes the fire within you. You feel the tension coiling tight, winding with each movement until it’s all-consuming, a need that demands release.

“I’m close,” you gasp, leaning forward to capture his lips in a heated kiss. 

The tension within you builds to a crescendo, a tidal wave of sensation that sweeps you away. With one final movement, you tumble over the edge, your release crashing over you in a symphony of pleasure that leaves you trembling in his arms.

He follows soon after, a low, guttural moan escaping him as he finds his own release, his hands finding and squeezing your breasts while his body shudders beneath you.

When the waves of pleasure subside, you collapse against his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing beneath you. His arms wrap around you, holding you close, and you smile against his skin, feeling a sense of peace and contentment that only comes from being with him.

The night air cools the heat between you, and you nestle against Logan’s side, feeling safe and cherished in the aftermath of your shared passion. His fingers trace lazy patterns along your back, soothing and grounding you as you bask in the warmth of his embrace.

“Wow,” you whisper, a soft laugh escaping you as you meet his gaze, the stars reflected in his eyes. “That was…”

“Incredible,” he finishes for you, a satisfied smirk tugging at his lips. “You’ve got me all figured out, darlin’.”

You chuckle, feeling the warmth of his words settle in your chest. “I think we’ve got eachother figured out.”

“Yeah, we do,” Logan agrees, pulling you closer, his lips pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

As the night stretches on, you find comfort and peace in Logan’s embrace, knowing that this is just the beginning of something beautiful and real. You’ve found a home in each other’s arms—a place where you truly belong.

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A/N: this is my first time ever writing smut yikes lol please leave feedback!

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mrs. miller ~ husband! joel miller x f!reader

A/N: I choked back a sob thinking of this, but it's just so beautiful 🥹. The full fic is coming this weekend! I came up with this while talking to @heavens-whore, who you should totally check out if you haven't yet. If you couldn't tell I love Pride & Prejudice wayy too much

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Joel was out on the porch, tuning his guitar, the low hum of strings drifting into the night air. Inside, you moved around the quiet kitchen, fixing yourself a late-night cup of Earl Grey.

The screen door creaked softly as you stepped out. You leaned your back against the porch column, hands cupped around your mug, watching him. His fingers picked a slow, gentle melody. You let it wrap around you like a blanket and enjoy it while it lasts.

Joel glanced up at you and smiled as he played for a little longer, then set the guitar aside. He patted his thigh and reached for you.

“C’mere"

You set your mug down on the small table beside him and climbed onto his lap. His arms came around you without hesitation, holding you close against the cool breeze.

“How are you this evenin’, my dear?” he murmured into your hair.

“Very well... only I wish you wouldn’t call me ‘my dear’.”

Joel pulled back slightly, brow furrowed. “Why’s that?”

“Because it’s what my father always calls my mother when he’s annoyed about somethin’.”

A low chuckle rumbled in his chest. “Alright, then. What am I allowed to call you?”

You smiled, fingertips tracing the collar of his flannel. “You can call me baby on weekdays... sweetheart on Sundays... and goddess divine—or angel sent from heaven—but only when you mean it.”

Your voice dropped to a quiet murmur on that last line. You looked up at him, eyes searching his, as if to underline it—mean it, Joel.

Joel didn’t answer right away. He just looked at you.

Steady. Warm. Quietly undone by you.

As if he was trying to memorize the exact shade of your eyes in this porchlight—how they softened when you were teasing but telling the truth. How they held just the tiniest glint of challenge beneath all that affection.

God he loved you so much.

He didn’t smile. Not yet. Just breathed you in as he reached for your face, his thumb brushed slowly over your jaw. Then finally, his voice—low, gravel-soft, he said:

“I don’t call you ‘baby’ or 'sweetheart' to pass the time. I call you that because I’ve been alone a long damn time, and it’s the only word I got for what this feels like.”

You looked at him—truly looked—and your chest ached a little with how much he meant it. The quiet conviction in his voice

“And what shall I call you when I am crossed?” he asked, voice dipped in playful grit, trying to lighten up the moment enough to make you smile. “Mrs. Miller?”

You tilted your head, lips curling.

“I like Mrs. Miller a lot,” you admitted softly, eyes holding his, “but it has to be something else.”

Joel gave you that look—the one where one brow lifts just slightly, like he’s intrigued and already bracing for whatever clever little thing you’ll say next. “Yeah? Like what?”

You smirked, fingers brushing his chest as you leaned in just a little. “How about ‘my fiercest trouble’?”

Joel let out a slow, gruff laugh. “That sounds about right.”

You smiled. “Or ‘the bane of my peace’?”

He grinned wider now. “Gettin’ dramatic on me.”

“You love it,” you murmured.

He didn’t deny it. Just leaned in close again, brushing his lips over your jaw.

“I’ll call you whatever you want,” he whispered, “long as you keep sittin’ in my lap like this and lettin’ me kiss you stupid.”

You opened your mouth to reply, but he was already leaning in to kiss you softly.

“Just wondering… if not when you’re cross, and not on weekdays or Sundays—then when will you call me Mrs. Miller?”

Joel looked at you for a long second. Then his lips tugged into a faint smile, something deep and unreadable in his eyes.

“I say it,” he murmured, “when I’m real damn proud.”

“Proud?” you questioned.

He nodded, eyes never leaving yours. “Yeah. When you say something smart, and shut a whole room up. When you laugh like that—like you forgot the world’s gone to shit. When I catch myself thinkin’ how lucky I am that you chose me.” He kissed your forehead, warm and lingering.

“When I can’t believe I get to be the one you come home to.”

He leaned in again, voice almost a whisper now.

“I don’t just throw Mrs. Miller around,” he said. “That’s the name I use when I’m lookin’ at my whole damn world.”

He kissed your forehead, warm and lingering.

“Mrs. Miller…”

Then your nose, soft and slow, like you were delicate porcelain.

“Mrs. Miller…”

Then, finally, your lips—his hand cupping the side of your face, thumb resting just under your ear.

“Mrs. Miller…”

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