#trust me Scott is not that bad

[mintdinostuff]

Insane to me how Scott can make a minor mistake two years ago and people in MCYT can treat him like he’s the devil to this day (having his named banned, removing him from AU’s, blocking people who don’t hate him, ect) but Skizz can do something even worse and yet slightly related and everyone moves on like nothing happened.

Oh nooo, there’s bigots in MCC and Scott got a little snappy because he was being harassed already (and also he doesn’t control who’s in MCC)? He fucking apologized and also 100% had the right to be snappy, but let’s hate on him for forever woth the vitriol of a mob. But Skizz actively employs bigots and digs his heels in on an action that actually hurts queer people in his community? Nahhh it’s fine. You can dislike him but don’t stop watching his videos :(( He’s just a dad in a red state :(( Give him time :((

Look. I don’t think we should harass Skizz- I don’t think we should harass anyone. But if you jump so hard on slandering a gay man but then defend or ignore the worse yet somewhat similar wrongdoings of a cis man…you’re being hypocritical. Extremely hypocritical. Hell, that would still be true even if they were the same sexuality.

Scott and Noxcrew acknowledged it and got rid of those people, and MCC isn’t Scott’s event. Skizz is continuing the same way and it feels like people barely care anymore. C’mon.

[koschei-the-ginger]

[unholyfudgebiscuits]

Summer Heat

College sophomore Stiles seeing a full, real life wolf locked inside a black SUV in 110 California heat. Obviously this is some weird ass exotic pet trafficking shit going down but he’s more afraid of the wolf having a heat stroke so he grabs his metal bat from his Jeep and smashes the drivers side window. 

Fully shifted Derek who was waiting patiently and quietly for Laura to come back to the car watching in awestruck horror as a skinny human hipster smashes through the windshield in one stroke. He’s so shocked he doesn’t even move when the doe-eyed, fae looking man slips a harness over his head. "It’s okay boy. It’s alright. Let’s get you somewhere cool." And Derek is about to protest. He’s not supposed to growl at humans but he bares his teeth and when he does he catches the man’s scent and his body locks up, his mind short circuiting except for one word. "Mate"

And holy shit he can’t bite his mate. He can’t hurt him. And Stiles has his hand petting along his ears and he knows he shouldn’t go but he can’t really stay either without his human getting in trouble. Besides he can probably escape from him and run back so no biggie right? He follows Stiles to the Jeep and jumps in. 

Except Stiles is insane as Derek soon learns. He’s convinced himself Laura is an exotic pet trafficker and he calls the police on his sister. And oh fuck. Derek can’t shift. He can’t risk letting a human know about werewolves but he wants to warn his sister. But Stiles convinces his dad to make some calls and then reassures Derek he’ll find him a good home since he’s obviously too domesticated to be returned to the wild but Stiles doesn’t trust animal control because of some bad stories from a vet tech named Scott? So Stiles elects to keep him in his one bedroom apartment until he can get in touch with a wolf sanctuary.

Cue comedy fueled shenanigans of all the Hales trying to get Derek back. 

Laura tries first. After tracking them down. She knocks on the door and tells Stiles she knows he has her dog. "It’s illegal to own a wolf in California." Stiles demands. 

"You kidnapped him. You busted my van. I should call the cops!" 

"Go ahead! Maybe they’ll connect you to my dad, Sheriff Stilinski. Beloved sheriff of 15 years. Let them know his son, who grew up at the station, who was babysat by every officer there has taken the wolf into custody until we can find a sanctuary. Let them know this majestic animal was left locked alone in 110 degree heat." Laura leaves, defeated. 

Peter tries next. He corners Stiles in the park, offering a large amount of money for the wolf. Stiles plays along until he has enough incriminating words to flash Peter his tape recorder. "You just randomly record every interaction you have?" 

"Only when I see creeper DILfs staring me down and stalking me for 2 days. My dad’s already working on the restraining order. Scram!" 

He sets up wind chimes and security alarms, afraid the Hales (who are looking more and more like some sort of exotic pet trafficking, mafia family) are going to try and kidnap Vader. (Name pending)

Derek is stressing. He tries waiting for Stiles to fall asleep so he can sneak out except this absolute freak never fucking sleeps! He has to be magic because he literally stays up 32 hours straight deep diving into the rich Hale family. He tries taking off once when Stiles was in the shower only for the wind chimes to go off when he cracked the window and the Star Wars Imperial March to blare throughout the apartment and Stiles flies into the room naked, covered in suds and screaming at the top of his lungs while wielding his bat. Derek is then pulled into the tiny bathroom with him every time after that. 

Isaac and Boyd try to intimidate Stiles to give Derek up but even the blatantly bad attempt at scaring the human has Derek’s protective instincts go haywire. He bites Boyd on the thigh and chases Isaac off before checking back on a grinning Stiles. Realizing too late that was his chance to escape. 

Erica tries to flirt with Stiles but the dudes already suspicious and after a hour of him trying to shrug off her advances he screams at her across the parking lot "I’m only into dick! Leave me alone!" 

Cora tries to break in and nearly has a heart attack when motion sensor lights light up the building like the Fourth of July. 

Talia finally, finally has enough. After a month she goes to the apartment. Stiles opens the door and when Derek whines pathetically at her from behind Stiles’ leg she sighs. "Show him Derek." And Stiles is like "look lady-" until Derek shifts back into a human and Stiles is standing there wide-eyed and silent for the first time since Derek has known him. "I’m sorry for the misunderstanding. Obviously you’ll have some questions but my son is a shapeshifter and he didn’t want to alarm you. We’ve been trying to discreetly retrieve him but he has quite the body guard as a mate." 

Stiles brain slowly starts firing all cylinders before he turns to the alpha. "I meant what I said." Stiles finally tells her.

"Oh?" 

"As I made it clear to your daughter, he’s mine now." 

Derek grins. 

Yes I’m working on the full fic. Yes I’ll post it up when it’s on aO3. Why shouldn’t I start up another one!? Dang it, I didn’t want to start another one until I finished my last one but come on!!!

[gynnnicsworld]

You know Sterek has been frequently 'cancelled' and attacked for basically being the most popular ship in the TW world, right?

Because of the age gap between them, right? Well, I have to complain about it, because it really pisses me off that they're discarding the beautiful, slow-burning love story that exists between Stiles and Derek in CANON. Because damn it, they liked each other.

It bothers me that they tarnish Sterek's image for things like being a "pedo" ship when NO, they're not. They're trying to lump us all into a "sick shipper" category.

If we're being honest, Sterek has probably been the story with the most backstory, where we've seen how each season has seen the closeness between Stiles and Derek grow, where they've gone from 'hating each other and having to deal with each other because of Scott' to genuinely caring for each other to the point where Derek would take a bullet for Stiles or Stiles would go against the entire FBI to protect and get Derek out of whatever mess he was in.

They care deeply and genuinely for each other, so much so that Derek preserved and fixed Stiles' Jeep, keeping it in his garage as a sort of memento or anchor for him.

It bothers me so much that they talk shit about Sterek when this couple exists:

sorry but parrish/lydia was a canon pairing between a teenager and an ADULT and if that wasn't enough, an adult from the sheriff's department.

Why aren't people talking about this more? Why are they attacking Sterek instead? Sterek: a couple that wasn't canon during the show's run, and we only got confirmation of feelings for each other through the actors and through obvious hints in the show. But directly, it was never a canon couple between a teenager and an adult guy. They were together.

I put the adult that way because Derek's age was never confirmed as such. At the beginning of the series, Stiles says Derek is only a couple of years older than him and Scott. So at the beginning of the series, Derek was between 18 and 19 years old. But later on, they address the fire, so they change the age again, but they never say exactly how old he is, so canonically Derek could be 2 to 5 years older than Stiles. You choose what age gap to give them.

While Lydia, about 17, and Jordan Parish, over 20, are a CANON couple.

Anyway, hypocrisy and homophobia, right?

But there is a VERY important theme between the Derek/Stiles relationship, which if you ask me made the possibility of a relationship between the two of them impossible while Stiles was still a high school student and perhaps only when Stiles was older could something exist between them.

The existence of this damn bitch and what she did to Derek.

I hate her as much as you do, and it disgusts me to have to watch Teenage Derek with her.

But it's important to what I wanted to say; it's why I think Derek repressed his feelings for Stiles.

According to the Teen Wolf book, Kate was Derek's substitute swim teacher, who used certain hormones and scents to attract the teenage Derek to her. YES, that was not only a relationship rife with manipulation, power imbalances, and pedophilia, but she also ended up orchestrating the murder of Derek's family at a moment of vulnerability for Derek because Paige's death hadn't happened long before.

We all know Derek blames himself for the death of his family, and he hates Kate. He knows what she did to him. He knows he was manipulated by an older woman and that he fell for her.

Derek has serious trust and self-confidence issues.

He doesn't believe he's worthy of love or peace.

His anchor until Season 2 was anger because his life was infested with anger/hate/rage.

So he sees himself as something bad, something that hurts, someone who destroys what he loves. He's a victim of sexual abuse, even though he doesn't admit it.

But Stiles became that little glimmer of light annoying, but a light in his dark life filled with negative things. Stiles earned his trust. Stiles fought every step of the way and broke down that wall Derek built around himself to keep people away from him, because trust means giving someone the power to hurt you. Oh well, Derek's mind worked that way. Unbeknownst to him, Stiles earned that trust.

And that's where we have this scene.

This is where Derek lets us see how important Stiles has become to him, Stiles became his anchor.

At this point, it's undeniable that Derek already has feelings for Stiles. He trusts Stiles blindly. But then, why didn't Derek do anything to have Stiles? Because Derek is a victim of sexual abuse by a woman who took advantage of him in high school. And Derek never dealt with that trauma, or we were never shown to have it that way.

Derek dates women, of course—Jennifer (who also manipulated him), Braeden, etc.—whose relationships didn't end well or were never serious.

But not with Stiles, because Stiles is like that extremely important thing where he can't ruin that connection they have, he can't taint or sully this relationship he has with Stiles. It's too important to Derek. Plus, the untreated traumas surrounding his abuser are a clear impediment to starting something real, something serious. And everything seems to indicate that Stiles is THAT person his unconscious heart has chosen.

That is, to start any romantic relationship with Stiles, Derek has to face all of his demons, all of his traumas first, in order to give Stiles what he believes Stiles deserves.

Kate ruined Derek's heart and mind a lot, plus Derek already had a wounded and bleeding heart since Paige.

So, a relationship as such didn't exist in the series between S/D, and it was quite unlikely that it would, but the feelings were always there.

That's why I don't understand why they keep attacking a couple who has SO MUCH backstory, and who if they ever dated, it was definitely when they were already adults and able to deal with their own issues.

The sheriff's line about the jeep and Derek always makes me think that the sheriff was always aware and noticed everything. He never disapproved; on the contrary, he supported them, because he knows there's no one who deserves each other more than those two. It was also a clear confirmation that Derek always had feelings for Stiles, complicated feelings he didn't know how to address, but whose feelings led him to treasure and fix Stiles's jeep.

[solfylt-fisk]

Martyn: ‘god I bet Scott thinks I’m gonna betray him any minute. How could he ever trust me, he knows I will hurt him in the end’

Scott: ‘I want Martyn to kill me so bad’

[adelliet]

Wolverine x f!reader

MIND READER

Summary: Your parents sent you to your older sister Jean Grey to spend more time with her. However, you had no idea that one of her colleagues would also want to get to know you, but in a much deeper way.

Warnings: MDNI 18+, strong language, age gap, fingering, oral (f and m receiving), little bit of choking, unprotected sex (p i v), loss of virginity, cum play, aftercare, kinda fluff

Masterlist

“C'mon sis, don't look so grumpy” Jean said to you as you make your way to the X-men Mansion. You sigh and roll your eyes with arms firmly tangled on your chest.

“It's gonna be fun…my friend's are nice” she keep tried to ease the situation, that you're going to stay in this school for gifted for a week. It was your divorced parents stupid command, to get closer to your sister. You would rather eat a moldy banana with mayonnaise, but unfortunately, you had no other choice. Not even the banana.

When you walk in, your eyes widened as you saw the enormous place from the inside. From the outside, it looked really boring and old, so you were pretty surprised that it looked really fancy. “You're living in this?” you asked Jean and she nodded with a giggle afterwards. “Trust me, this is just the beginning” she said and you follow her through the halls.

You tried to avoid all the students passing by and you immidiately understood why it's called school for gifted. All of them were mutants. You didn't have to read everyone's minds to realize that, some of them were clearly obvious, because of their unusual physical form. Some of them looked pretty normal, but they were giving you a weird energy, not the typical one from a normal human.

“So, act nice and don't be mean 'kay?” Jean stopped at the last door on the end of the hall. You nodded annoyingly and put a fake smile, as soon as she opens the door and walked in. “Hey guys!” you peeked behind Jean and quickly scan all of the people that were in the room.

“So as I promised, I'm here to introduce my little siser!” She stepped aside to reveal you, making you anxious at all the eyes being glued to your face. You waved at them and suck your lips into a thin akward line. “So that's her!” a pretty tall man with a weird glasses on his eyes walked towards you, his hand in front of you. You claim his head and shake it, reading his mind without permission. *She's really just like her sister, beautiful* you made a disgusted face, trying to keep smilling.

“Hey, I'm Jean's boyfriend-“ “Scott Summers” you cut him off and finishing his sentence, leaving him speechless. Suddenly, you felt a painful ringing in your ears that Jean gave you as a warning. You promised her you wouldn't read these people's minds, but you can't help it, it's your natural instinct.

“How did you-“ “Don't worry about that” you cut him off, again, and quickly put a convincing smile. The next person who shake your hand was a blonde pretty girl, that looked really sweet. However, when you tried to read her mind, there was no thoughts about you, but about herself. She wasn't happy with herself, with her powers. You started feeling bad for her.

“Mystique” she smilled, even tho you knew it was fake. You wish you could help her, but this wasn't the best time and place to do that. Maybe another time. “Hey kid” a blue furry beast was approaching you and you startled by his deep voice and visage. “H-hey” you carefully grabbed his hand, which looked like a lego peace in his palm. “Hank McCoy” he had a white labotary cloak, which you inferred he was probably a scientist.

There were three other people in the room, Storm was radiating the sweetest energy. She was even worried about hurting you, when you were shaking her hand. One of the two men was a gentleman sitting in a wheelchair, who clearly informed you via telekinesis, that he could also read minds. His name was Charles Xavier, apparently he is the founder of all this. And the last but not least guy was looking pretty hot, like really fucking hot.

You felt goosebombs jumping all over your body when he walks towards you. His mischievous grin hits you right into your core, which started unexpectedly pulsating. “Hey kiddo” his deep voice tickled your ears and when you grab his enormous hand, your jaw dropped. Again, you read his mind without authorization. There was imagination of you, naked and being fucked by this man right in this room.

You flinched and released his grip. Your shocked face made that man scoff, before he leaned closer to your face. "Logan, nice to meet ya" he whispered before backing up onto his place, where he was originally standing. You were frozen, your mind was keep replaying that image of his, bended over a table that Charles was sitting behind.

You weren't even woken up by Jean's coughing, which was a clear indication that you should move. When that didn't happen, your sister decided to step in. “Alright! We should probably head away now...right sis?" Jean laugh and shake your body, when she grabbed your shoulder. You nodded, still speechless from Logan's thoughts.

"Bye! See ya later guys!" your sister led you out of the room and the moment the doors close, she tightly grabbed your arms and lower herself to your level. “Hey what's wrong with you?" you felt better now, so you finally answered her properly. "I'm fine" Jean was still firmly holding you, raising her eyebrow suspiciously. "You sure?" you nodded and gave her a fake smile, that convinced her.

Of course, she could read your mind and find out what's really going on in there, but both of you promised each other to not read each other's minds. You've honestly followed this rule since you were little, so why break it now?

“Okay, let me show you this place and then I'll help you unpack your things hm?” you nodded, not that you really have a choice, and walk beside her. However, the thought of Logan still hasn't left you. His soft hair shaped into ears of a beast, his sideburns that beautifully accentuated his face and his coffee coded eyes. God, his eyes were the second thing that stuck in your mind, after that deviant thought about you.

You were folding your clothes and putting them in the wardrobe right opposite your bed. Jean was helping you, using her mind to speed up the job. Few hours passed since you met Jean's colleagues and you still haven't stopped thinking about Logan. You didn't want to mention him in front of your sister, but your curiosity and desire got the better of you.

“So…um what exactly are Logan's powers?” There was pretty quiet silence, before Jean answered. “He has animal-keen senses, which includes healing factor and adamantium skeleton” you hummed and pursed your lips while nodding. Yoi were thinking for a second before asking again.

“So he's immortal?” “More or less... rather delayed aging, but we could easily kill him with our minds” Jean smilled while putting your shirt in the wardrobe. “Why'd you ask?” “Just curious…” surely you weren't just curious, but on the other hand you wanted to know what makes him so speacial to be on the same level as Jean. Seems like having a fury powers pays off.

“And how old is he?” your question caught your sister off guard and when the pieces fell into place, she dramatically gasp. “Do you have a crush on him?!” Fuck. Your eyes widened and you gave her a double look. “No! No I don't-“ “Look at me” Jean knows whenever you lie without using her powers, you always avoid eye contact and play with your fingers. Unfortunately, you did avoid eye contact and played with your fingers.

“I don't I just-“ “Look, I'll be honest with you, Logan is not a good guy,” you finally look into her eyes, when her voice changed into serious one. “He was hitting on me, even tho he knew damn well I was with Scott!” she threw her hands in the air, looking really frustrated while you just innocently stared at her and listen. “He's the type of guy that will use you, before he throws you away like a piece of trash” you incredulously raised your eyebrows. You tried your best to believe, that Jean was lying, but her face was dead serious.

“Really?” You squeal quietly with a disappointment in your soft voice. “Yes…” Jean sigh and came closer to you, when she notice how much that information hurt you. "I want the best for you sis and that's definitely not Logan" she grabbed your arms. "There are plenty of other handsome boys your age, who deserve you a hundred times more than he does" you nodded, even though you were refusing to trust her words. You didn't care about other boys, you cared about Logan.

"I understand, Logan's charm is irreplaceable" Jean acknowledged, making you smirk and nod in agreement. "But still…just don't fall for him 'kay?” you silently nodded, knowing that you already fell for him. You were aware that your sister was just trying to protect you and all that, because it's her responsinility, howerer, emotions cannot be controlled, neither can desire.

It was late at night, the moon was already glowing through the blinds of your room, which was lit just by a small night lamp. Your eyes were glued to small letters of your favorite book. You read word by word, line by line and paragraph by paragraph, until you turned the pages one by one. Time passed but your appetite for sleep was nowhere to be found.

You've no idea what time is it, but thanks to stars in the sky, which gave more light into your room, you deduced that it was pretty late. You naively thought that reading a book would make you tired, but that didn't happen. You didn't feel the slightest hint of tiredness as your mind was filled with thoughts of the man you were forbidden from your sister.

Every nerve in your body, every muscle wanted and still wants to feel Logan's hand like the first time, to hug him, to smell his scent, to feel him. You've probably never been so miserable like that for a man before. It's strange how much emotions can control you.

Since reading didn't help you fall asleep and you needed some sleep, there was only one possible way how to get tired. Coffee. For all the people you know, coffee gives them a boost of energy and wakes them up, but for you, it has the exact opposite effect. A good coffee with milk makes you tired, therefore you are always 100% sure that you'll fall asleep like a baby after it.

Since it was late at night, you didn't want to bother Jean to tell you the way to the common kitchen, so you quietly tiptoeed around the halls by yourself. It took you a while but your sense of direction did not fail you.

You peeked around the corner and besides a beautifully clean and cozy kitchen, you also saw Logan standing there with a beer bottle in his hand. At first, you thought you were just dreaming and already fell asleep, but it felt too real to be just a dream.

“Hey sweetheart” Logan greeted you when you caught his eye. "Hey" a quiet squeak left your lips, as were trying to find a capsule for coffee machine. “Lookin' for somethin'?” “Y-yeah a capsule…” Logan walked closer to you, leaving you breathless as the distance between you was almost immeasurable. He grinned, before his hand opens a cabin above you and handed you a capsule.

You weren't even able to say thank you when he stepped away from you. He insidiously left you full of anticipation just so he left you and don't do anything. You started to get to know his character, he likes to play with people and that's what makes him dangerous, but also so terribly charming.

You turned around and clicked the capsule into the coffee machine. You awkwardly waited for the coffee to be made, as the annoying noise echoed throughout the kitchen. You subtly glanced to the side and immediately dodged, when you noticed Logan watching you.

"Is there any reason you're getting a coffee at this hour?" he stepped forward, but leaving a fair space between. "I can't sleep" you chuckle as you realize how stupid it sounds. "And coffee helps?" you nodded and turned your head over to him. "No argument against taste" he takes a sip from his bottle, signing that his sleeping aid is beer.

You smiled before a soft exhale escaped your lips. You stared at each other and you couldn't help but read his mind. It was a view from third person. You and him in this kitchen just like now, except that you were sitting on the counter while Logan was hungrily kissing you and exploring your whole body with his hands. Your heartbeat raise and you almost melt at the image, when suddenly you went back to reality as a beeb sound from the coffee machine rang in your ears.

You subtly cleared your throat and poured coffee into the mug. But before you could turn around to get a milk from fridge, Logan overtook you. Without a blink of an eye, he was behind you and holding a cartoon milk box. "Need this?" he was standing so incredibly close, his breath was brushing your cold ears. You inhale shakily and nodded.

"Tell me when to stop" he whispered, pouring the milk into the mug already half filled with coffee. You started feeling your core pulsating, but as if that wasn't enough, his free hand touched your weist. You gasp, breath caught in your throat as his grip on your hip tightens. "Tell me when to stop" he repeated himself, his lips now touching your ear, the milk still pouring and his hand on your body slowly moved downwards.

You realize that his sentence had two meanings and wasn't just about milk. When the milk almost overflowed from the mug, he put it on the counter and finally had the opportunity to give you all his attention. Both of his hands were on you, one was going down, second up. You knew this was wrong, that you should've already stop him, but you couldn't. You wanted this, you needed this, you longed for this.

You could sense from his touch that he's being really careful and gentle, which is hardly against his nature. But he would do the sacrifice for you. One of his hand was already up your neck, hugged it lightly, so that he had you under control, while the other was getting dangerously close to your private part. Your eyes were keeping flickering, trying so hard to keep your vision clear but Logan's fingertips were leaving you breathless.

"Do you want it?" he groans, his low voice makes your pulsating faster. You nodded harshly, wanted to say something but all you could manage to do was just a quiet tiny moan. That was enough for Logan. His hand slides under your pajama shorts. He chuckle and moved his head even closer to yours, when he realized you're not wearing any panties. “Coincidence?”

Like everyone, you don't wear any underwear underneath your pajamas, because it's way more comfortable. However, you certainly didn't plan on deliberately not wearing panties, if something like this happened. However, Logan believed the version in his head, that you predicted the future and decided to not wear panties on purpose. Either way, the conclusion is the same, Logan has better access to your core.

You close your eyes and exhale softly, when you felt his cold fingers against your wet folds. "So wet, just because of me?" his rhetorical questions was turning you on even more. His dominance knew no bounds and so did his fingers, that were gently rubbing your labia. You bite your lips when he puts more pressure into his movements, trying not to look like a needy slut, even tho you were.

Everything around you started fading away, the only thing you could focus on was Logan and his fingers on your pussy. You could feel his growing dick trapped in his pants, poking your ass. Your instincts made you move your hips towards his fingers, rhythmically and without realizing provoking his dick. His breath started being cut off more frequently, you tortured him. You desperately wished you could read his mind right now, but you were too overhelmed to do so.

You lost yourself when he slowly insert his finger inside, finally making you whimper and throwing your head back, so you were leaning againts Logan's shoulder. “Oh you like that don't you?” He grinned, watching your scrunched face as he felt your throbbing arousal. His hips lightly rubbed against your ass, trying to feel some friction too.

You started seeing stars even so your eyes were tightly closed. Logan's handy finger was curling inside you, reaching that good spot you could never reach yourself. Wet juicy sound wafted through the kitchen and for a moment, you forgot where you are or what your name is.

“Good girl” he complimented you as he subtly slipped a second finger in. Stretching your walls while holding your neck tightly, showing who's in control, even though it was clear from the beginning. You were enjoying it so much, you had never felt such pleasure before. You move on your tiptoes as you felt the heat, spreading from your crotch to your whole body.

Logan's curling inside you picked up the pace, his hot breaths turned into chuckling, as he felt your clenching around him. "Come on baby" he supported you giving you a last straw. You left a load moan and cum on Logans fingers, before you relaxed and came back from your high. Your chest was moving rapidly, as you tried to catch your breath. Logan laughed and pulled his fingers out of you which he tasted and grunted. He didn't need to say anything to prove how delicious you are.

He released your neck and leaned his elbow on the counter, watching your red face. "You've never been touched before, have you?" he smirk, but before you could answer you heard a familiar coughing. You turn around and saw Jean, leaning against the doorframe. "What're you two doing here?" her arms were crossed and eyebrows furrowed. You had no idea how long she's been standing there, but you hoped not too long.

"Just talkin'" Logan saved your ass and wanted to leave the kitchen, but Jean grabbed his wrist and looked him deadly in his eyes. "Let me talk to you for a sec" she dragged him into the corridor without leaving him a choice. Jean pathetically thought she tricked you into not hearing their conversation, but she still doesn't realize how strong your telepathic powers are.

*Stay away from her* your sister angrily whispered to Logan, making you feel embarrassed, like you couldn't stand for yourself alone. *If you hurt her, I'll kill you* *Jesus calm down woman! Why should I hurt her?* You were deciding whether to leave or stay, but the second option seems better. You sip from your coffee as you were listening to Jean's confrontation. You couldn't help but think back to Logan's hand placement and even though it was just a few minutes ago, you missed it.

*If I ever see you with her again I-* *Don't worry, you won't, trust me* after that, you heard footsteps walking away. You quickly straightened up and peeked who walked first. When Logan made a quick eye contact with you, you got anxious. What if Jean really intimidated Logan and he meant all his words? But all these negative thoughts fell aside when he winked at you, before leaving your sight. You smiled and giggle under your nose, as you took another sip from your coffee.

"Fuck me sis" Jean breathed out, feeling exhausted like she just ran a marathon, even that it was just a stupid argument with Logan. You raised your eyebrows, your smile not leaving your face. "Somethin' wron-" "Are you serious?" you provoked Jean by pissing her off even more than she already was. "I told you to stay away from him" "Hmm no, you said not to fall for him and that he's a bad guy" you corrected her, keep smiling. She gave you a real nasty look that you've seen just couple of times. Now you knew you are fucked.

"Fine, I'm saying it now. Stay away from him, okay?" you wanted to pull up the fact that you are an adult so that she has nothing to command you, but you didn't want to piss her off even more. She already looked quite tired and it must've been pretty late. That's why you decided to be a good girl and submissively agree to her order. "Great...now go to sleep" satisfied with your answer, she exhaled and gave you another order to fulfill.

"Night sis" you walked past her, devilishly smiling while holding your cup of coffee with both hands. You knew that Jean was losing her temper with you, but you enjoyed it. On the way to your room, you could already feel the fatigue falling on you. But you still thought that if you didn't go get coffee, Logan's fingering would be plenty enough for a sweet sleep.

The next day went smoothly. You started smilling more, stopped being grumpy and helped with cleaning the school. All that happily surprised your sister, but she didn't complain at all. Your work was helpful. You mopped the floors, swept the dust and sorted the textbooks in a library. However, under normal circumstances, you wouldn't do these chores at all. Logan was your only and sufficient motivation.

Since the moment you woke up, you couldn't stop thinking about him. About his husky breath tickling your ear, his hand tightly holding your neck, his soft fingers curling inside you, poking your walls until you came. You couldn't stop thinking about him. Your highest record of the day was one minute, when there was uncleanable dirt on the floor and you had to go on all fours and scrub it with great force.

Your heartbeat raises whenever you met Logan in the hall, who gave you a slight smile and wink, creating a waterfall between your legs. The enthusiasm was so strong that you really volunteered to clean everything you could, even with joy. Logan brainwashed you so much without hypnotizing you in any way, he's really dangerous.

The whole day went by pretty quickly and before you blinked twice, it was dark outside again and the moonlight glittered nicely in the reflection of the flying dust. In addition to the high praise and involuntary hug from Jean, you also received recognition from Charles, which is said to be rare or something. Of course you appreciated that, but you didn't do it just for some praise. Your main intention was to meet Logan whenever and wherever you could. You were quite limited, since that order from Jean yesterday, but you always managed to throw a flirtatious smile at each other.

Just as yesterday, you were laying in your bed, reading your favorite book, which you've already read like five times. Even so, you get goosebombs all over your body, whenever you're done reading it. But today was a little different. You were already quite tired. After all, you were like a maid all day and you deserve a long rest, but your body needed something else. You need to feel Logan, at least see him, somehow interact with him. It felt like he was a part of you, of your body and without him, you wouldn't survive a day.

It was pretty late, when you checked the clock it shows an hour after midnight. All the students, including the teachers, are definitely asleep, except for you. Your sexual scenarios about Logan in your head couldn't leave you and your desire grows every second you think about him. If you could, you would have searched his room already, but the fear of Jean catching you again was bigger and kept nudging you in the back of your mind. What if she caught you durring the act? She would definitely send you back home and you can't risk that.

That's why you sigh with disappointment and decided to turn off the lamp and go to sleep, when suddenly your heard a soft knock on the door. You froze, deciding whether to go open the door or just shout from your bed. The first choice seems calmer and quieter. "Hey" you froze when you saw Logan standing in front of you. For a moment there you though his hidden power is mind reading too.

“H-hey” nervously with incomprehension in your voice you widened your eyes, that were filled with expectation. "I hope I didn't wake you up" he gave you puppy eyes that made your heart melt. Yesterday you didn't even have time to take a good look at his majestic face, which you saw properly when you met him for the first time.

"N-no I couldn't sleep anyway" you cough akwardly, your face still surprised from that shock. "Okay and um sorry to bother it's just…I ran out of toothpaste and I was wondering if I could borrow yours?" he shows you his toothbrush and empty toothpaste, looking at you through his thick eyebrows. You look down at the toothbrush, then back up into his chocolate coffee eyes, where you got lost for a moment.

“Yeah, sure come on in” you stepped aside and opened the door wider, leaving space for Logan to walk in. “Thanks, you're a life saver” you chuckle and close the door behind him. Adrenaline was starting to run through your blood at the thought of being alone with Logan in your room this late at night. If Logan could finger you in the kitchen last night, what can he do in your room now?

"Bathroom is?" "Oh right there" you pointed at the door right next to the massive wardrobe. He nodded and smiled, before disappearing in that room. You sat down on your bed, right in front of the bathroom door, staring at them, your mind filled with millions of scenarios about Logan. Was that a sign that he appeared in your room just now? Or did he do it on purpose? Or was that a fate? Those, maybe pathetic questions, filled your head together with the imaginations and your mind was a total mess by now.

You were so busy with your thoughts that you didn't realize how fast time was flying and suddenly, Logan emerged from the bathroom. You quickly shake your head and smiled at him. “Thank you” he smiled back and walk slowly towards you. Your smile fade away and your face turned into craving one. "But there's something else I need" he licked his lips, his eyes flicked from your bottom to your eyes. You knew what he was implying and you shivered with anticipation. "W-what is it?" you harshly asked, your heart beating really fast, in a moment you though it would even burst out of your chest.

“You know damn well princess” he put a strand of hair behind your ear before cupping your cheek. "Read my mind" he commanded and didn't need to tell you twice to do that. You saw an image of you and Logan, in the exact same place as you are right one, just with one difference. You were sucking his dick. Your eyes widened when you went back to reality, looking deep into Logans eyes, which were black, full of lust.

"Can you do that for me darlin'?" he rubbed your cheek as you were leaning into his touch. The warm from his palm spread all over your face. A flame of fire began to form between your legs, making your core pulsating and clenching around nothing. When you pit yourself together, you nodded and grab the waistband od Logan's pants. He watched your every move, his erection already twitching with impatience.

"That's right..." he whispered, caressing your cheek and hissed, as his pants fell on the floor and the cool air touched his dick. Your heart skipped a beat when you saw him in his full beauty. You've never seen this in real life, moreover, so close and so huge. The thought of him being inside your mouth or inside you excited you, but also scared you at the same time. You licked your lips as your mouth filled with saliva.

"Come on, open your mouth" Logan slides his massive hand into your hair, scratching and massaging your head. You swallowed loudly before opening your mouth and approached his tip. “Grab it” he quickly ordered before your lips even touched him. Your eyes met his, as you wrap your hand around his base, making him breathe out loudly. "That's it, now your mouth" he gently, with a little bit of strength, pushed your head closer to his penis, till his pink tip was fully covered with your wet lips.

He kept pushing you forward, hissing. "Yeah baby...that's it" you were already halfway through, his tip touching your throat already. "Now your hand" you instantly understood his short sentences. You slowly began to stroke him off, but your mouth was stiff. Logan helped you, pushing your head back and forth. Your eyes were glued on his, as you were watching him licking his lips and quietly whimpering. “Mhm good girl”

Your eyes started filling with tears as the pace of your sucking and the strength of your hand quickened. Logan was slowly losing his senses as he tried really hard to reach his climax. His hips thrusting inside your mouth, slowly at first, but gradually speeding up. Your innocent face from tears, while you had his dick in your mouth, was driving him crazy.

"Yes...yes" he clenched his teeth, the wolf look on his face makes your panties soaked. "Ohh yeah" he threw his head back, your hot mouth felt like the best pussy he ever had. He couldn't last long, few more moves of your head makes him curl his toes and dropped his jaw. "Fuck!" that was his final moan, before he emptied his balls inside you, pushing your head so far, that your nose bumped into his lower stomach.

His heavy breathing was the only thing that could be heard in the room. He gave you a soft grin, gently wiping your tears from your blushed face. "You're so beautiful" Logan grunted, making you chuckle as you lick the remains of his cum from your lips. "But I'm not done with you" he got on his knees and gave you a lustful smirk. Before you could manage to recover from previous activity, Logan held your thighs tightly, spreading them far enough to make your pussy peek through the soft fabric of your pajama shorts.

“God..." he huffed as he saw your wetness already leaking on the sheets. "You are the muse of all my wet dreams" he groans as his face was dangerously fast approaching your core. "From the moment I saw you," his hands slides under your shorts. "I wondered how you taste" without a second thought, he tore off your shorts and tossed them aside. You gasped, adrenaline racing through your body.

Logan gave you one last devilish grin, before burying his face into your pussy. You immediately throw your head back and grab his silky hair, as you bit your lips tightly. His tongue was briskly without mercy moving around your labia, sometimes gently slipped in, but he always doubted only on the surface. You tried your best to keep your moans and whimpers in quiet, but it was impossible.

"Logan" you rolled your eyes as his nose poked your sensitive clitoris, pushing you further to the edge. Your hands tugging his kitty hair, whenever he find that good spot. However, this was all just a foreplay, as the real fun began when he finally slid his tongue inside you.

Your jaw fell open and you put your head back in place as you watched Logan's face. His sideburns brushing and tickling your skin, leaving red marks. His eyes met yours, they were so dark that you could see your reflection in them. You loose it all when he smiled at you, his teeth brushing against your core. He held firmly your thighs, as your natural instinct made you move your hips to the rhythm of Logan's tongue.

His groans send pleasurable waves into your lower stomach, sending you even closer to your orgasm. His clever tongue was stretching your walls, tasting your juice and sucking your skin as much as he could. He sense that you were close, not only because of your uncontrollable moaning of his name and not only because his animal instincts sensed it, but mainly because of your clenching around his wet hot tongue.

You tried to ride on his face, to finally reach what you desired all day and what you deserve, but Logan was too malicious to indulge it to you that easily. He removed his tongue from you just a second before you'd finally release. You let out a disappointed breath, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion as you look at Logan.

"Not so easy princess" he climb on top of you, making you fall on the bed submissively. "I wanna feel you" he kissed you hungrily, not wasting any time and pushing his tongue inside your mouth, making you taste yourself. You immediately started cooperating, not only with your mouth but also with your hands, which you wrap around Logan's neck.

His hands were traveling through your whole body, trying to memorize every inch of you just by a touch. Soft moans left your mouth matching with Logan's impatient growls. You were relaxed until you felt something poking in your inner thigh.

Your eyes almost popped out of their sockets, when you came back to your senses. You stopped kissing him and pushed him away a little. "What?" he whispered, his eyes full of lust but his eyebrows were furrowed, confused. You hesitate for a moment, whether to tell him or not, but every time you felt his tip against your private area, you heart skipped a beat and the stress level were rising incredibly fast.

"I am um...virgin" a really quiet, almost silent whisper left your lips and your cheeks started turning red. The embarrassment and shyness raced through your blood, as you waited for Logan's reaction. He chuckled, showing his bright white teeth. "I know" you gave him a confused expression. Your mind started wondering who told him that and started suspecting Jean. "I don't need to read minds to figure that out"

Before you could recover from Logan's words, his lips were on yours again. You were relieved that he took the information in stride and you weren't so nervous anymore. It wasn't long before his hands were under your t-shirt which was gone in the blink of an eye. Likewise, Logan's shirt also ended up somewhere on the floor and your naked bodies were firmly attached to each other.

Your heart was beating, your veins were pulsing and your core was already clenching around nothing, yet. After a long make out session, Logan pulled away from you a little. His eyes looked into yours and he could feel your fear and excitement at the same time.

"I'll take care of you" his palm cupped your cheek, rubbing it with his thumb. You close your eyes and nodded, trying to calm your breath down. He really gave you the sense of security that you needed the most at the moment. Logan gently kissed you, before you felt his wet tip inserting between your labia.

You squeak between the kisses, the pain started increasing as Logan pushed deeper and deeper. "It's alright it's alright" he whispered, his lips still glued to yours as his hips moved forwards. Your face tensed while trying to ignore the pain. It felt like his dick is endless and he kept pushing, leaving no room for anything else inside you. Before long, he was fully inside you. Logan waited, the kissing sound filling the silent room and your walls got expanded.

It only took a few more passionate kisses and eager touches, before you got the urge for some friction and started really slowly moving your hips. Logan smiled devilishly as his lips were still firmly fixed on yours, a low chuckle left his throat. "Oh someone is eager?" he started moving his hips too, matching your motions. At first he moved slowly and carefully, his intention wasn't to hurt you but to please you.

His pace was smooth and gentle, whenever his balls touched your ass, you whimper as much as your vocals let you. Logan tried to keep kissing you, but when his thrusting started to pick up the pace, he couldn't focus on your lips anymore.

You lost all your senses the moment Logan's tip reached your cervix and started poking into it. His eagerness to reach his orgasm took over him so much, that he lost control of his hips. He was thrusting into you as fast and hard as he could, your moans getting louder and caressing Logan's eardrums. Your room was filled with nothing but synchronized sighs, wet clapping sounds and bed creaking.

“Jesus….fuck” it was clear from Logan's choppy moans that he was on the edge. His tip was twitching inside you, every vain was about to burst and drops of sweat from his forehead fell on your naked body. He looked like a wild animal and that only added to the atmosphere. You started feeling the heat in your lower abdomen and the need to pee was increasing. Your nails dug deep into Logan's back, while he was clenching his predatory teeth.

"C'mon darlin'" he caressed your cheek a few times, wiping your tears away. He knew you were close thanks to your clenching core that sends him even faster to his orgasm. One, two and on the third hard thrust, you tensed your whole body before you completely relaxed and cum on his cock. You arched your back and moaned loudly, tears falling from your eyes. Logan was still going, desperately trying to reach his orgasm too. Your face makes it easier to finally inject everything into you and before you recovered, he pulled out and cum on your stomach.

White sticky liquid was covering your stomach, while both of you tried to catch your breath. Logan collapsed next to you, closing his eyes and gaining some energy, before he hugged you and pulled you closer to him. You automatically cooperate and laid your head on his muscular shoulder. You were quiet, your nostrils were massive as you were still trying to catch up the oxygen that you lost during the previous act.

You looked up at him, admiring his red sweaty face, which still looked majestic. It didn't take long, until Logan locked his eyes with yours and smiled, as he rubbed your arm. "What're you thinking about hm?" without realizing, your smile fades into a neutral expression. You sigh sadly and break eye contact. "I'm thinking about Jean's words..." it was quiet briefly. "What words?" you were thinking, whether to tell him the truth or not. "She told me that you just going to use me and then throw me away like a piece of garbage..." you decided to tell him the truth, even if it might affect him.

"Really? Is that what she said?" he chuckled mockingly, making you look at him again. But your disappointed and thoughtful face didn't change. Logan sensed your worry and sighs. "Read my mind" he said with a low rough voice, waiting for you to do so.

You saw yourself and Logan, sitting at a checkered blanket in the middle of the park while Logan fed you with strawberries. You giggle, but it wasn't the only vision that warmed your heart. Suddenly you were at the cinema, holding hands and while you were paying attention to the movie, Logan was mainly watching you. The next vision was in the kitchen, you baking cookies together. You also couldn't notice the small detail, that you were wearing his sweatshirt. These were enough reasons to make you blush and conjure up smile from ear to ear.

"I don't want to use you and I definitely don't want to throw you away like a piece of trash..." he pulled you even closer. "I'm serious bub" Your teeth started showing, as you couldn't stop blushing. "I really like you like a lot and uh…” you cut his speech by kissing him. It was cute but a soothing slow kiss that reassured you both, that you meant it. When you pulled out, Logan tiredly grinned and placed a soft kiss on your forehead.

You just watched each other for a while, enjoying each other's presence while you were still naked and your stomach still dirty with Logan's cum. "You tried it on Jean even though she was in relationship?" you asked suspiciously. Logan chuckled and shook his head. "Yes but not anymore" "Uh huh" you jokingly agreed, making Logan furrow his eyebrows. “You don't bealive me?" "I do" you agreed provocatively.

Logan devilishly smirked and attacked you, making you laugh and giggle. After a short tickling and prodding, Logan finally stopped. "Let's get you clean up bub" he said after he noticed his semen still laying on your naked body. He picked you up like a princess and carried you to the bathroom, where you both showered with a few passionate kisses and ended up clean and fragrant under the covers.

You fell asleep in his arms, being the happiest person in the whole world at that moment.

You woke up thanks to the rays of the sun that annoyingly shines directly into your eyes. You inhale before looking up, smiling as you saw Logan's sleepy face. His hair was tousled and he smelled like home. You wanted nothing more.

However, this beautiful early morning moment was interrupted by footsteps approaching your door. You knew right away that it was Jean and before you could wake Logan, she quietly opened the door. "Good mornin'!" she whispered and smiled. You nervously smiled back, unfortunately broking your promise. You controlled her mind so that she wouldn't see Logan sleeping right next to you, naked.

It must've worked because she was still looking at you with a massive smile on her face. "I won't bother you anymore…just get ready for breakfast, then you'll go help me with books!" You grunted in annoyance before Jean finally closed the door, leaving you two finally alone.

You dropped your head and sigh. "You cunning woman" you heard a dark raspy voice next to your ear, before Logan showered you with millions of meringue kisses on your cheek. You playfully giggle, trying to push Logan away, but it was useless.

"Did you sleep well?" he asked after he finally let your face go. You nodded, giving him a questioning look that asked him the same. "Well, since I slept next to the most amazing girl in the world...I slept great" he gave you another passionate kiss, filling your stomach with butterflies.

You don't know how to say it or explain it to Jean yet, but the only thing you know 100% is that Logan fucks really good.

[d1stalker]

MASTERLIST

Last Updated: July 27th, 2025

** indicates nsfw content || all works fem!reader || !! indicates personal fave

- linked in descending order from oldest to newest

Logan Howlett (Wolverine)

Embers of Connection (6.3k)

You're not like him. In fact, you're not like any of them. Maybe that's why he doesn't trust you-- why he doesn't want to trust you. But, time and time again, you prove him wrong.

I Want You ** (2.9k)

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

No Right (2.6k)

Driven by his emotions, Logan tries to make a harsh decision that leads to a heated confrontation.

Undercover Flames | Pt. 1 Pt. 2 | (18k)

It was supposed to be easy: infiltrate the gala, gather intel, and report back. But when a mission takes a deadly turn, Logan is forced to confront his deepest fears as he races to save the woman who means more to him than life itself.

Second Nature (4.2k)

In the freezing cold of the wild, you are saved by a man with many secrets. He takes you in, and soon you learn that you’d follow him anywhere.

The Feeling's Mutual | Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Final | (30k) !!

If somebody told you a week ago that you were a mutant, being stalked, and would be teaming up with an annoying, grumbly bastard, you probably would have laughed in their face. Too bad that was last week, because here you are, in that very situation, wondering how in the world things escalated so quickly.

All of You, All of Me (14.2k)

In a world of black and white, the only person who could bring colour to your life is the last one who'd want to.

A Peaceful Repose (1.6k)

After some time away on a mission, Logan comes home, and all he wants to do is be around you

This is Ours ** (18.8k) !!

It's your first time back at your grandparents' farm in years, and while many things are the same, one thing is not: they've hired a new farmhand.

Suspension Bridge Effect (2.6k)

You saved one of the younger mutants during a mission, and now he’s obsessed with you, much to Logan’s dismay

Origin (14k) !!

Two people, one shared past, and decades apart.

Collateral Damage ** (21k) !!

The X-men are heroes—they save the world, eradicate threats and protect both mutants and humans alike. You don't see it that way, though.

Clark Kent (Superman)

Blink Twice If You Need Help ** (12.7k) !!

To some, your relationship with Superman could best be described as unique, but to you, it’s more like stay-away-from-me-and-mind-your-own-damn-business.

[the-s1lly-corner]

Calling them pretty boy 3/3

PART 3 WOO YEAH

I. thINK this is all the male toons! If I've forgotten anyone let me know TToTT there's so many characters

Running in to add RUDIE I ALMOST FORGOT RUDIE IM SORRY DEER BOY

The girls are getting their own parts soon-- maybe not directly after this but I'll definitely try

Characters: shrimpo, razzle & dazzle, sprout, dandy, rudie

Notes: gn reader, toon reader, can be read as pre or post game, short post, admin may get razzle n dazzle mixed up bare with him, written on mobile. I think in the future I'll just give the mains their own post so the third part isn't long compared to the other 2

CWs: none

SHRIMPO

He kind of just stares at you for a second, audibly grumbling to himself as he stares right into your soul

...hes... always a hard one to read- you can't really tell if he likes it or not- you can see hid tail kind of. Tense up too

"IM HATE BEING PRETTY!" And he just. Storms off into a huff. Ignore the faint crack in his voice

(He's so tsundere coded/hj)

RAZZLE N DAZZLE

Razzle takes it in stride and brightens up over it... dazzle on the other hand may think you're teasing him until you insist you aren't- afterall you've never called them pretty boy before..!

Dazzle doesn't smile that often but you get one from him from the sudden comment, it's faint but it's still there. He kind of.. stares at the floor and thinks over your words

Razzle is going to adopt that name and will (lightheartedly) give you flack for not calling tjem that again

SPROUT

Oh you're so sweet...! Pretty boy isn't exactly his first choice but he's not going to shut you down, it's simply... different!

You're not too bad looking yourself, and he's going to let you know that! He's got a talent for turning things right back onto you casually

If you say it while he's piping he WILL mess up the frosting :(

DANDY

Takes it in stride, hardly shoes any surprise on his face when you call him pretty boy

Sly grin with a smile, oh you cheeky little..! Did you really think he was going to let you get away with this Scott free?

Oh nononono! You've opened the floodgates! You've given him an invitation to try to fluster you right back and trust me he's not going to pull any punches with his affectionate name calling

RUDIE

Nose? Glowing. Ears? Perked. Tail? Wagging. Ooooooh he loves it! Actually he loves every little name you give him, so it's not much of a surprise that he loves this one too!

Will call you pretty in return with no hesitation, in fact he makes it a point to call you pretty more often!

Definitely thinks about it all week, he's the type to kick his feet in the air in bed

[lohotine]

Can we get NSFW Two Time and reader headcanons? He's so freaky, I like him 🙏

Two Time x Reader

An: i know you asked for NSFW headcanons, but uh, I felt generous so I included my general headcanons list- both SFW and NSFW. Enjoy ○>○

SFW and NSFW Two Time Headcanons:

(It's kind of a character rant lowk...)

Cw: Angst, mature themes, (eventual) NSFW content, NOT PROOF READ..

SFW (ish):

So, first things first, dating Two Time is extremely chaotic, and if I'm being perfectly honest, probably not the healthiest.

Two Time has very dangerous tendencies, directed at both you and themself, because they're, y'know, kind of insane

I'm VERY aware that there is more to Two Time's character than just insane twink or whatever, trust me, it's very complicated stuff with multiple layers, and I really don't want to get into allat right now, but my point still stands

A relationship with Two Time WILL come with problems!!!

You're going to have to be in charge of making sure they take care of themself. This includes their: hygiene, mental state, and overall health

I also believe that they're not fully over Azure yet, and might never be, so if you're dating them, you're gonna have to deal with that

(Has probably called you Azure at least once before. 50/50 chance that it was at least somewhat intentional.)

Uh... into some lighter stuff...

Two Time definitely runs cold. I say this with like 99% accuracy

They're probably also deficient in some sort of vitamin

(It's probably iron or smt, please make sure they take their gummy vitamins every day 😓)

Oh, and they also don't know how to cook. I'm pretty sure it's canon that, and I quote:

The voices start talking to them when they pick up the knife.

Or something along those lines.

If they do know how to cook, you should not trust them to.

Oh, and Two Time probably hasn't tried that many foods.

I say this because of that one interaction with Elliot, where they mention not really eating Pizza much.

I know it's not a direct confirmation, but like, it's a bit implied, right?

So yes, take them out to dinner and let them try new foods. They will appreciate it. Wine and dine them.

I am a firm believer that Two Time retained a good amount of the random flora trivia that Azure yapped about back when they were dating, and you now bear the burden of listening to Two Time yap about it in the present day

Sometimes will ramble about these facts while holding you close to them and getting ready to go to bed

Two Time doesn't really have a preference for being the big or little spoon, so long as you're touching them in some way.

But if they end up being the little spoon, please run your fingers through their hair. They can't get enough of it <3

Do they get jealous? Probably. At least every once in a while.

They know you know better than to go off and leave them, and most of the time, when they're jealous, it's mainly them getting irritated at the other party

I mean, they aren't exactly secretive about dating you, and they will not hesitate to drop hints towards the other party or just straight up tell them that you are very much taken.

It doesn't really come from a place of insecurity, I think. Probably more or less just because they are possesive

Uh, random headcanon, but I think Two Time listens to Jack Stauber, Penelope Scott, and maybe even ICP.

Do these bands exist in the forsaken universe? Idk, but if they did, Two Time would fw them

(Source: trust me bro)

NSFW:

They definitely have at least some experience.

Two Time and Azure 100% have, at the very least, dabbled in sexual activities before. (Freaks)

Oh yeah and I HC them as AMAB, BTW.

Eight times out of ten, Two Time is the one with the dominant position

I can't exactly explain why, but I know it has something to do with how little control they had over everything back when they were in the cult

Also because they, as I've already stated, are a FREAK.

Gets up to some of the most diabolical, down-bad, goon-worthy shit. (I'm so sorry.)

On the rare occasion that they are the sub, they are the most whiney, desperate, pathetic sub out there.

They need you to touch them, to fuck them until they can't think straight (or maybe even pass out.)

Like it's BAD bro

They probably cry a little, im not gonna lie

Oh yeah and they WILL mention the Spawn while fucking you

(Yes, the [SPAWN] stays on during sex.)

Two Time probably never shuts up during sex :/

Whether that be them saying random things to turn you on or just them moaning into your ear

If you want them to stop talking, you have to shove your fingers into their mouth or fuck them until their overstimulated.

(Overstimulation only works 40% of the time. The other 60% of the time, they just blabber more, only now it's borderline incoherent or nonsensical.)

I feel like Two Time would probably leave some sort of mark on you

It might be an unintentional scratch mark or a hickey, but you're probably not getting out of that unmarked

If you asked them not to, they'd listen, or at least leave the mark somewhere easy to cover up, like on your chest or inner thigh

Also this guy is HORNY. If you don't fuck them enough, they will probably jerk off to you in the bathroom or closet.

They have probably jerked off to the scent of your clothing, too.

Two Time is up for whatever kinks you are

I think some of their biggest kinks are:

Praise/Degradation

Orgasm Denial

Okay. So

I think Two Time definitely enjoys degrading you and being degraded

Its kind of natural for them

Will not hesitate to call you desperate or a slut while pounding into you

BUT

They absolutely love being praised by you

If you ever praise them, telling them how good they're making you feel or how good they're being

Uhg, they will just melt on the spot

Eats that UP

Oh yeah and they like denying your orgasm because of course they do

They like how needy you get

I feel like if they were to ever partake in exhibitionism, it would only be partial

Like somewhere Semi-public. (Ex, open windows, closets, you know the drill.)

I honestly can't see them fully going for it in public.

[hedwig221b]

Do you have any Bad Friend Scott sterek fic recs?

Sorry for taking so long to answer! Here are a few

Protect and Serve by MoonlitMemories

Stiles discovers the Nemeton starting to grow again in the preserve on Hale land. What does that mean for the pack? More importantly: why does the Nemeton seem so attached to Stiles?

Sparks and shadows by Nival_Vixen

Stiles has to figure out a way to maintain a balance between his spark and the darkness inside of him.

spiderweb of lies by pineneedlepants

Derek gets a chance to gain his alpha powers back. The only one throwing a wrench in those plans is Scott.

Can't Start a Fire Without a Spark by Nerdy_fangirl_57

After the whole ordeal with the nogitsune Stiles struggles with proving to himself that he can be good again. He starts learning to control his spark in hopes that he could be helpful to the pack once he manages to channel it's power. Everyone thinks it's a great idea and are willing to help him anyway they can, but Scott, Scott doesn't see the point in it. It's not like Stiles' tiny spark could ever be powerful enough to be an actual asset to the pack. Stiles just wants a chance to prove himself.

Stiles Must Die by xcaellachx

Diagnosed with Frontotemporal Dementia, Stiles is given 2-6 months to live. He and his father know Scott will give Stiles the bite to cure him. Scott says no. "Stiles must die to maintain the balance." The Sheriff finds a different way.

Made Your Mark on Me (A Golden Tattoo) by writteninthewolfstar

Beacon Hills High and Lycan Heights High are well-known enemies. Derek Hale, Lycan Heights' star quarter-back, is well-known for being aggressive and arrogant. Imagine Stiles surprise when he discovers that Derek Hale is actually his soul-mate.

The End, The Beginning by CoronaCrown

Scott had never trusted Derek, and even less so when he found out that the Hale Alpha was dating Stiles. Poor, naive Stiles, who was only human and broke easily. Scott would be damned it he let the feral wolf do anything to his friend, but even the Sheriff is wrapped around Derek's finger, it's not going to be easy to take what's his: Stiles back in the McCall pack. And so when a month after graduation and Scott had heard nothing of Derek, he is immediately suspicious. He's sure the wolf's done something to Stiles, the stupid human probably fell for whatever siren trick Derek pulled. In which Scott is so self-absorbed that he decides to play the hero for a prize that was never his to begin with.

Leave It All Behind by asarcasticwitch

A coil of panic tightens in his chest as, after just three short rings, Derek’s voice—raspy as if barely awake—echoes through the speaker. “Do you know what time it is?” he grumbles, and at any other time, Stiles would’ve made a joke or retorted with something so sarcastic it would’ve undoubtedly earned him a huff in return. But right now, he can’t think of anything to say.

To Build a Pack by Arieanna

Derek feels a pull in his chest, and it's a pack bond to Stiles. He thought the young man had betrayed him along with Scott, but finding out the truth, he makes Stiles a part of his pack. Now, with the pack coming together in a healthy way, they help Stiles discover that he's not just a sidekick, but a major player, and more important than Scott had ever given him credit for. The more Derek pulls Stiles into the pack, though, the harder it is to ignore the feelings that he's been having for the boy since they met. Stiles, on the other hand, has fallen out of love with Lydia, and can't figure out just why that happened.

Elastic Heart by HarleyJQuin

A wolf in shining armor comes to the rescue when Stiles needs him the most.

The Sound of Silence by Asterekmess (Livinginfictions)

Everyone is so sure Derek is dead, but Stiles can't accept it. Not when there are so many loose ends.

I'm (Not) Fine by Desmenn

Scott is finally old enough to get bitten and turned. He doesn't even hesitate. Which leaves Stiles alone while his best friend runs off chasing girls and wolves. But trying to cheer up some melodramatic teenage boy is not at the top of the list of things that need to be done- and Stiles' knows it. Because there are people in town threatening the Hale pack and Derek can't shake this sense of foreboding. Not to mention he's pretty sure one of Scott's friends is his mate.

Bare Hands, Scarlet Dawn

“With your bare hands, baby?” Derek chuckled quietly. “Damn.” And Stiles… laughed. It was short and stiff, full of disbelief and something raw under its skin. But, god, only Derek could make him laugh when his entire world was crumbling down.

Full and Void

Stiles could be meek, sure. In Derek’s arms, softened under the touch, pinned under his weight. He allowed himself to relax only in Derek’s sole presence. Stiles could also look meek. Small, scared. Let the enemies think he was hiding in his mate’s shadow. After all, no one would stop to think that the shadow could ever be dangerous.

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Writing Notes: Filter Words

Filter Words - extra words that put distance between readers and a character’s experience.

They are usually explanatory words that remove a reader from the action by describing a character’s thought process or action in an explanatory way.

Example: In the sentence “I hear the engine rumbling,” you could eliminate the filter words “I hear” and simply write, “The engine rumbles.”

Filter words pop up in both third-person and first-person narratives, and they take away the potency and immediacy that first-person narration affords an author.

Eliminating filter words can help you show instead of telling.

How to Eliminate Filter Words From Your Writing

There are a variety of techniques to help you avoid using filter words that place distance between your first-person narrator and the reader. Here are a few tips for identifying filter words and omitting them from your work:

Keep your sentences tight. A good rule of thumb to follow is to avoid extraneous words that don’t alter your character’s point. Filter words are oftentimes redundant and unnecessary explanations of your character’s thought process and actions. Trust that your readers will be able to keep up with your character without the inclusion of these extra words.

Use the active voice. Writers consider passive voice bad practice because it makes writing less active and dynamic. Passive voice also often forces you to include filter words that separate your character from the reader.

Look for verbs following ‘I.’ Oftentimes filter words will follow the word ‘I’ in lines written in your character’s voice—“I hear,” “I feel,” etc. If you’re writing from the perspective of a viewpoint character, keep an eye out for verbs immediately following the word ‘I.’

Put yourself in the character’s shoes. One of the strengths of first-person narration is that it places a reader directly into a character’s mindset giving them access to that character’s thoughts. Beyond necessary exposition and backstory, cut down on the extra information you communicate to your readers in your character’s first-person voice. You’d be surprised how much a reader will be able to pick up without you explicitly stating it.

Why Avoid Filter Words?

If you’re taking a stab at first-person writing, you’ll notice that your writing has more drive and immediacy when you edit it down to its most essential parts.

Filter words aren’t just something to be aware of when dealing with narration in pieces of fiction.

Filter words can creep into any sort of writing, including non-fiction.

There are instances when filter words might be necessary, and including a few won’t spoil your whole piece, but moving towards more economic prose and dynamic first-person narration will generally improve your writing.

First-person narratives like To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee, The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald, and Moby Dick by Herman Melville use the first-person perspective to align the reader’s experience with a character’s.

These writers limit their filler words when writing in first-person point of view in order to place the reader directly into the character’s shoes and limit the distance between the reader and POV character.

An Example of Filter Words in Writing

There is no definitive list of filter words for writers to consult because what makes a word a filter word varies entirely based on context. Here’s a sample passage from a first-person story that has some common filter words included:

I realized that the older boy was toying with me. I watched as he overturned my backpack. I stared helplessly as a box filled with colored pencils, post-it notes, and bookmarks clattered onto the floor. A creased paperback of Jane Eyre and a Sherlock Holmes collection tumbled out after them. I thought I saw a sneer creep across his lips and watched as he narrowed his eyes on the new calculator I held in my hands.

Here is the same passage with the filter words omitted:

The older boy was toying with me. He overturned my backpack, and a box filled with colored pencils, post-it notes and bookmarks clattered onto the floor. A creased paperback of Jane Eyre and a Sherlock Holmes collection tumbled out after them. A sneer crept across his lips and he narrowed his eyes on the new calculator in my hands.

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season 3B au in which the real monster of the week is derek’s new false sense of security. because everything’s as dangerous as ever, but derek’s in some weird zen period, acting like everything’s fine.

“i’m sorry,” he tells stiles. “i just don’t care anymore.”

he’s still there for the fights of it. he’s just... barely. it’s too automatic. stiles makes some joke, and derek doesn’t say anything. doesn’t give him that look, or roll his eyes. 

and something’s out there killing people, leaving a mess of bodies. but derek doesn’t have a single thought.

“come on!” stiles says. “we got a real live serial killer on our hands. you can’t tell me that’s not terrifying.”

derek just shrugs.

“you care about him caring more than he actually cares,” malia says. 

“yes!” stiles says. “exactly. isn’t that weird?”

malia just looks at him.

but she never really knew him. like, before he went all impossibly calm. the rude, the brood, the attitude. now he’s, like, a pod person. 

“trust me,” stiles says. “it’s like, night and day.”

“whatever,” malia says. “i’m staying with kira tonight.”

“what?” stiles says. “oh. yeah, okay.”

“maybe next week, too,” malia says.

“scott,” stiles says. “scott. you know he’s different.”

“is he?” scott says. stiles squints at him. “he’s always quiet.”

everyone on earth has lost their freaking minds. 

lydia, it turns out, never really spent that much time with him. not with him conscious. 

“but you know him, right,” stiles says. “like, the general vibe. tell me you didn’t hate him.”

“people change, stiles,” lydia says. “no one stays the same forever.”

“dad,” stiles says. “dad, remember derek hale? you arrested him.”

dad looks at him carefully. 

“what’s this about, stiles?”

“he was moody, right?” stiles says. “dark, angry, kind of a ‘surrounded by idiots’ pattern of breathing—”

“how do you know derek hale, stiles?”

“oh,” stiles says. “i... don’t? i met him for a second,” he adds. “when you were arresting him, you know?”

“people act differently under arrest,” dad says. “there’s all kinds of posturing.”

“right,” stiles says. “no, yeah. forget it.” 

“derek,” stiles says. “hey, i’m really starting to doubt myself, buddy.”

derek looks at him.

“you were different, right?” he says. “like, a whole set of strong feelings. i didn’t just… see a big guy, and project. big werewolf guy,” he adds. “back when i was scared of werewolves.”

derek says, “you were scared of me?”

“oh,” stiles says. well, that feels awful. “you know what? i’m a shitty human being.”

“you’re not,” derek says. “i have killed people.”

“directly, or indirectly?” stiles says. “peter doesn’t count, he was psychotic. and that’s not even counting how many times he tried to murder you.”

“it’s me,” derek says. “i’m the one killing people.”

“what?” stiles says. 

“everything that’s been happening,” derek says. “i’m not—in control.”

“but it’s been, like, stranglings,” stiles says. “clinical murders. not someone, like… clawing their throats out, how’s that your M.O.?” 

“tell chris,” derek says. “argent. he’ll know how to stop me.”

“what?” stiles says. “i’m not gonna fucking feed you to him. are you crazy?”

“he’ll protect you,” derek says. “now go. and don’t come back here with him! not unless he’s sure it’s been completely taken care of. and even then? let scott go in first.” 

“this is a suicide attempt,” stiles says. “this is the most freaking screwed up suicide attempt, you’re making me part of it.”

derek shuts his eyes.

“you are,” stiles says. “that’s what you’re doing. that’s really what you want?”

“yes,” derek says. “yes.”

“well too freaking bad,” stiles says. “because i’m gonna stay here, okay? argue with the wall! i’m staying.”

“no,” derek says sharply. 

“i know, it’s a real plan-foiler,” stiles says. “but you’re not in your right mind.”

“you can’t be here,” derek says. “stiles. it’s not safe.”

“yeah, well, what can i say,” stiles says. “adrenaline really makes me feel alive.”

“i know what your mind’s freaking doing to you,” stiles says. derek’s too still, his face is blank. “you’re not... it’s not just you, okay? i feel it too.”

“really,” derek says.

“really,” stiles says. “i don’t know, i don’t think i was ever mentally stable enough to live on the freaking hellmouth. and, oh, yeah, two of my classmates died because of me a few months ago.”

derek says, “it wasn’t because of you.”

“yeah it was,” stiles says. “i was there, i saw them. and then chris let me go, and i didn’t do anything. i didn’t even… tell anyone, i just...” 

“argent had you?” derek says, and his voice is different. sharper, somehow. 

“as some weird threat to scott, for a second,” stiles says. derek’s face doesn’t change. “or like, a reminder. that i’m human, you know, that scott better go along, or else he would… re-bruise my face? i don’t know,” stiles says. “not like that even mattered, in the grand scheme of things. when he had two teenagers strung up in his basement, and electrocuted.”

it’s not, it isn’t. it’s never been the point of it. and it healed back to normal in a couple weeks. 

but he can still feel the hit, sometimes. like, landing, and blowing his head back. his head bouncing back up from the floor underneath, ricocheting. just in freaking time to be knocked back again.

and, yeah. does it matter? not really. not next to everything. 

but it’s not really one of those things that fades over time. 

it still feels insane to hear derek get all worked up about it. especially with his gaze so steady, stiles’ face goes warm. 

“he should never have hurt you,” derek says, and stiles’ head swims. 

“how is that what you’re focused on?” he says. “when i made it to the morning, and they...”

“but it’s all i can focus on,” derek says. “you should feel the rage coursing through this body. his blood is boiling.”

“what?” stiles says. “what are you even… are you even hearing anything i’m saying right now? i’m in like the last handful of people to have even seen them alive. while they were strung up for hours, and electrified, by an argent by the way, so in what world is me getting knocked around a few times the headline?”

“oh, come on, stiles,” derek says. “are you really that surprised? derek’s known about his failure with his betas for months now. but what he didn’t know was your side of the night. and now that he does know? oh, stiles, he’s seething.”

“okay, you’re kind of freaking me out with the whole… third person thing,” stiles says. “whatever you think you’re doing? it’s not at all funny! so you can stop right now.”

but that’s not, that’s barely what’s wrong about it. red alert, red flag central, because derek’s never even tried to be funny like this. his sense of humor isn’t remotely experimental. he does��sarcasm, that’s all. and flat looks, and judgment, and he definitely doesn’t do weird third-person bits that could’ve been ripped from an episode of Supernatural. 

derek smiles.

it’s not... a derek smile, exactly. not that stiles has had all that much basis for comparison.

“look at me,” he says. “hey, look at me. derek freaking hale! can you even hear me right now?”

and derek says, stiles. but it’s not his voice anymore. stiles knows what derek‘s voice sounds like. soft, and light, and casual, the last way someone just looking at him would ever expect it to sound.

now, it’s closer to the stereotype. or a freaking demon voice on a tv show. 

slow, and low, and mocking. 

not-derek’s voice says, let’s see what we’re going to do with you. 

and then derek’s face… contorts, for a second. with panic, or pain, he looks terrified. 

and then it’s eerily blank again. 

[blusandbirds]

people being like "scott's a shitty alpha because he's weak and needs his pack to win fights" uh yeahhhh!! it's like you missed the point of the Power of Friendship show.... "scott would have failed without his friends" YES and so would we all !!! did that part where derek tells jackson that no one cares about him and no one's coming for him only for scott to heroically jump in because someone always cares mean nothing to you?? did that part where the werenazi is like "you're a lone wolf" and theo so boldly goes "he's not alone, he's got a pack!" fly over your head?? this is a show where bad things happen when you're alone. you get mauled in the woods. you die in a library. the only thing that saves you is trust in others!! the only thing that saves you is the unreliable tertiary antagonist showing up at the eleventh hour to take a bullet for you because you've charmed them with your big eyes and unfailing kindness! this is not a show about being so powerful you singlehandedly rip apart the big bad guy with claws and teeth. this is a show about if i help you and you help me and we all help each other maybe we can make it out of this battle alive!!

[salliesimpkins]

“I like you a lot”

Isaac lahey x fem!Reader

TW: Smut, oral (fem receiving), use of pet names, claws, nipple play

+16 read at your own risk. I’m not your mommy A/N: first smut to write + english isn’t my first lang word count: 2.5K

You were at school, leaning against your locker. smiling at and laughing with Stiles, until you caught Isaac glaring at you across the hall, visibly upset.

"alright Stiles I've got to go now, I'll see ya" you walked away after Stiles nodded and walked to Scott, and you made your way to Isaac.

"hey" you flashed him a smile and he blushed. How could he not? he thought you were the most beautiful thing ever.

The beta glanced over Stiles before turning back to you. "hey.." he spoke softly.

"Just tired... I uhh, I’ve got a lot on my mind lately" he said slowly and softly, not wanting to ruin this moment between you two.

You nodded slowly, feeling bad for him. "well you know, you can always talk to me" you said softly, reassuring him that he's got someone by his side.

You watched him closely as he looked at you quietly, and you didn't want to rush him to speak, you knew how sensitive Isaac is. It made him feel pathetic when he opened up to anyone or asked for help, that's what his dad has taught him. That a man is a man, boys don't cry, but Isaac knew you, he loved you, trusted you, and he knew your listen and get him anytime.

"I've just been going back.. thinking about my family" He looked down as his expression softened.

"oh" you whispered softly and placed your hand on the boy's back, rubbing it gently. "I know you've suffered from your dad your whole life, but his death Isn’t your fault".

Isaac flinched, but he didn't move away from you. Even though your gesture was tiny, it felt huge to him, It made him on top of the world. He let out a soft sigh and ran his fingers through his hair. "I know... I just-" he paused, unsure if he can keep going or not, but he really counted on you, so he kept going. "I didn't even cry at the funeral and everyone thinks I don't care, that I was wishing the whole time i'd get rid of him, and the problem is.. it's true. I was relieved that he's dead"

"Honey listen to me" you took a step closer, placing both your hands on his shoulder. "your dad used to lock you in a freezer. that night.. that night he hurt you and you ran like any other night, because you didn't know what he would die" you then place your hand on isaac's cheek, caressing it softly "you were just scared, you did nothing wrong"

Isaac paused for a moment and leaned into your touched as he shivered. The relief he felt when his father died was a burden to him, but he knew you were saying the truth so he bit his lip thoughtfully. He wanted to say that your hand felt to right on his skin, but he didn't and rubbed his face with his hand then looked at you hesitantly as he spoke. "I- Iwas scared" his voice trembled as he stammered softly, making you unsure if he meant you to hear him. he slowly smiled at you softly and leaned into your touch again, causing his breath to hitch.

you sighed softly as you try to build up some courage and confidence to ask him to go out with you, but you were too scared that he'd turn you down so you just looked quietly at the ground until you heard a familiar 5 taps on the locker next to you and looked to the direction to see lydia. She must have noticed your flustered face because she tilted her head at Isaac and winked at you. You two have been talking about it and she was eager for you to confess to him, and apparently she was so sure Isaac wouldn't let you down for a reason she wouldn't tell.

you snapped out of my trance as Isaac cleared his throat and looked at the same direction you were just looking at, except there was nobody there.

"sorry about that. I was just wondering if you would want to go home with me? I mean-" You paused and took a deep breath. "why don't you come over and we can just.. relax?" you asked nervously as he just looked at you quietly. "Scott's sneaking out with Allison again and our mom won't be home until ten.. so I was thinking if you'd want to just come over instead of staying alone or with Derek, he could be lame sometimes" I chuckle nervously and put on a fake confident grin.

Isaac stayed quiet for a moment or two, taking in your words, and he thought there was no way he could turn that down, the thought of you and him alone in the house with no distractions. He knew he wanted it but he wasn't sure if you did. if you were just doing him a favour because you felt bad, but he decided to push his paranoia to the side and smiled at you softly with a blush on his cheek, nodding. "I'd like that, if you're okay with it"

"ahh perfect! we are gonna have so much fun! we can watch the notebook too if you want to, or maybe cook or play or just" you pause for a second or two, not wanting to creep Isaac out with your sudden excitement. "we could just.. chill you know?" You looked up at him with a smile.

The two of you walked to your house, as Stiles has already left with his jeep, and while you were walking you felt Isaac's hand brush against yours until he took it in, intertwining your fingers together. you could feel how his hand shakes softly and you knew his stomach was probably flipping, he was a nervous wreck.

You held his hand confidently the way home until you reached it and opened the front door for the two of you. After walking in, you turned to Isaac and smiles. "do you wanna stay in the living room, or go to my room? or we can even cook something!" you asked excitedly.

"Your room...?" He asked hesitantly. Your room was usually off limits, that's where you go to relax on your own, away from the pack. He couldn't deny how much he wanted to be there with you. But part of him knows it won't end at just being in your room. Not that he had a problem but that he was worried from Scott's reaction if he knew Isaac was in his sister's room alone in the house. Scott and Isaac were best friends and Isaac didn't want to risk it, but he still loved you.

you saw the look on isaac's face as he started to look overwhelmed, and more anxious than he was, so you decided to cool it down. "I mean it's okay but if you don't want to that's fine. we can sit in the living room" you shrugged, leaving the decision for him to make as you looked at his eyes.

Isaac nodded slowly, looking at your lips then your eyes. "your room" he said softly and carelessly. He wanted to be with you alone. he didn't care what scott would think, he didn't care what the whole pack would think, he only cared about you and being with you, he wanted you.

you smiled and tilted your head for him to follow you. you walked past Scott's room until you reached your room then you walked to the bed, After taking off your shoes, sitting on the bed, then patting on the space next to you for Isaac to sit on.

Isaac followed you to your room, closing his door behind him. His heart skipped a beat when you asked him to sit next to you and the only thing he could think of is how nervous he is. he looked at you and he thought you look so vulnerable, sitting alone waiting for him to join you, so he took a few steps, trying to regulate his breath before sitting next to you. He was so close and nervous, slowly turning his neck to look at you.

"so.. what would you like to do?" you asked softly, trying to make sure he's not uncomfortable.

Isaac looked at you and for the first time he has walked in the room, he didn't know what to say. A part of him wanted to kiss you and see what happened but he didn't want to make you pressured, and he didn't want to risk kissing Scott's sister, he was the leader of the pack, so he let the silence between you linger before he decided to break the ice.

"can I be honest with you?" he stressed.

"of course, I won't judge" i nodded in reassurance

Isaac struggles to speak so he leans closer to you. He just wants you to understand him, he needs you to know how he feels, what he's been thinking of, but it's hard for someone like him, someone whom emotions always were rejected. He took a deep breath and leaned closer as his eyes fluttered between your lips and eyes then he opened his mouth to speak but he failed so he looked one more time at you before smashing his lips on yours as he moved one hand on the back of your neck as the other ran over your back to your hips, pulling your whole body into his lap while you froze in shock before pulling him closer, cupping his cheeks while you kissed him back with the same amounts of passion.

After a few moments he pulls away, and looks at you in shock, he had expected everything other than you kissing him back.

"I'm sorry. I probably shouldn't have kissed you and if scott finds out he's gonna kill me and-" you cut him off pulling him in another kiss, slowly pushing him to lay down as you move on top of him.

"Scott doesn't have to know" you whispered pulling him in a deeper kiss that made him forget everything.

he was in a daze as he pulled away from you. "you look so beautiful when you kiss me like that" he said softly with a soft smirk that caused you to blush.

He smiled softly as he gently ran his fingers thorough your hair. "you're so beautiful you know? it's just so hard to focus on anything else when we are like that, when you're with me. We can take this as slow as you want"

you pulled him for a kiss in response, breaking it as you smiling against lips, and he moaned softly, slipping his hands under your shirt, caressing your soft skin.

"i want this. you. Right here, right now, But I also don't want to hurt you so tell me what you want, darling." he whisper in your ear as his breath hit your neck, causing you to shiver.

"i want you, please" you whined and pulled him into another kiss as your tongue begged for entrance in his mouth. he let out a soft involuntary moan, as his caresses on your back got faster. His tongue danced with your and he began to grind on you, making you feel the hard bulge in his jeans that rubbed your throbbing pussy, until you pulled away from the kiss breathlessly, pushing him up by his chest, reaching to his shirt, playing with a soft fabric slowly. He sat up on his knees in front of you between your legs, taking off his shirt. You looked up at him, slowly placing the balm of your hand on his chest, tracing your finger over it to his stomach. He let out a low groan while he watched you trace your fingers over his chest, his muscles tensed under your touch.

"you're killing me honey" He whispered, moving closer to you as he kissed your neck slowly, then he sat up again as his hands found their way between your legs. Should undo your bra, or maybe start with these pants?" he teased, and sprung his claws out, moving them swiftly above you, tearing off your clothes.

"i loved that set" you pouted and he smirked

"i'll get you new ones" he pulled your clothes off your body, tossing them away on the floor with his shirt.

He smirked when he saw the blush on your face when you looked away, leaning down to your neck. "don't be shy baby" he whispered, before tracing kissed down your collarbone.

you moaned softly, moving your hands to caress his back softly and he let out a sigh against your skin. His hands found your thighs as he rubbed them slowly, kissing lower and lower. His kisses and nibbles reached your chest, taking a nipple in his mouth, swirling and sucking around it while he groped the other one with his hand, pinching the other nipple between his thumb and forefinger teasingly.

"I love you, so much" He showered your stomach with smooches and pecks, until his mouth found your slit, running his tongue through your wetness, humming in satisfaction. "so wet baby" he flicked your clit with his tongue as you struggled to answer him back, running your fingers through his hair as you pulled them gently. He took one of his hand, wrapping it around my waist to keep me down while he slid a finger in you with the other, slowly and gently, causing you to moan softly.

he sucked your clit harder making you pull his hair tightly, causing him to moan which vibrates against your pussy as his fingers go faster, feeling you clench around them, sucking them in. "Fuck Isaac" you whined. "i'm so close" you whispered, wondering if he even heard you, then he confirmed as he added a finger in, moving his fingers in a scissoring motion, stretching you out as you pull his hair tighter. "Isaac!" you warned, and he understood as you reached your climax, coating his fingers with your cum while he kept his gaze on you then he pulled them out, lapping at your pussy hungrily, taking in your juices.

"you're so sweet baby" he moved up to kiss you as you taste your own arousal. He pulled away from the kiss and you bit your lip, panting for air and you moved your hand to his head, pulling him back down to kiss you, you couldn't get enough of him.

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hope you guys liked this 🎀

[antwuzhere]

Twitching aching clawing wanting to answer everything in my askbox but I keep thinking about an au from the jokey post I made yesterday ….

Life Series X Be More Chill

I’m probably gonna make more posts about this, Under the tag -> #LSBMC <- so keep your eyes open!!

If anyone else wants to do a life series x be more chill anything please @ me or use the tag cause I’m desperate to see it, I would love you for ever <3

Trynna make them match like at least the vibes of the outfits in bmc is killing me OUgh but I love it

Also yes. Skizzs shirt has a tie printed onto it.

The doodle of Skizz and tango was 100% inspire by @canaryy15s doodles sgajhshshshsh

Beat me to drawing my own au smh 🙄🙄 /j /silly

I went for the original casting I thought of 😖😔 I love love loved everyone’s ideas but I couldn’t get Martyn as Rich out of my head I’ll still find a way to sneak majorwood in trust guys

More notes under cut!!!

•Scott’s outfits aughhhh.. I love. He’s a colourful-tights-under-shorts girlie. A denim-on-denim guy. A bright-pink-trousers blorbo.

•Martyn’s wearing crocs <3

•Etho is Jimmys dad. He doesn’t wear pants, just those like heart boxers you see in cartoons 😭😭

•Martyn’s squip looks like ren. what who said thattt

• Brooke calls Jeremy jere-bear in the same way Skizz calls Jimmy Jimmy-jiggles. Thank you. Goodnight.

•Joel is like 100% based on bad boy Joel lmao

• “the girl at sev-elev” definetly lizzie idc if it’s only one line in the whole show ❤️jizzie❤️

•didn’t make it into the sketch’s but scar is jenna, impulse is Jake, and sausage is the drama teacher HSHSHS

•they are all humans, except for grian because he’s a super computer in Jimmys brain so grian gets to have his wings <3 while everyone else is normal

•the Halloween costumes are actually just gonna be like, their different skins, instead of the costumes for the show,

• so like, Jimmys a sheriff, scars hotguy, (dungeonmaster tango maybe?) etc

•Skizz is Poe Poe Skizz.

-> Skizzle “You always see sexy inmates but never sexy police” man

•the one thing bugging me, i have no clue who Madeline would be 😭😔

I’m so scared for my Airbuds to roast me next week… I haven’t stopped listening to the album ..

[blckberrie]

can i please request a scott barringer x reader smut please but like fluff like first time or something, where she rides him, i just need sub/whimpering scott fr (that’s if you’re comfortable of course, if not just ignore this)

(my first smut thing, everybody cheer)

You and Scott were trapped inside due to a thunderstorm, and his room was so disorganized that you started cleaning it for him.

He started to help you clean up his room because he had noticed you were in a bad mood and he did not want to deal with your attitude.

You let out annoyed huffs every now and then to remind Scott of your presence as he struggled to fold one of his shirts.

"Quit that." Scott dropped the shirt and turned to face you. You shot him a side-eye and went back to tidying his room.

"I'm not doing anything." You replied and began picking up clothes from his floor. Scott crossed his arms over his chest, shaking his head.

After a few moments of silence, he sighed and reached out, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling your back against his chest.

You didn't complain and leaned into his touch. He innocently kissed your neck, causing you to tilt your head for him.

"I'm sorry." He mumbled into your skin, trailing his hands to your hips.

You weren't upset with him; you just had a bad day, and his room was bothering you.

Once he stopped kissing your neck, you turned around and pressed your lips against his.

You kissed him hungrily as if it had been years since your last kiss. He tightly gripped your hips and gently pushed you onto his bed.

"Scott... I want to—" You mumbled as you sat on the bed. "Want to what?" He asked quietly as you trailed your arms to his hips.

"I want to try it. You know? Like, have sex." You admitted to making things sound more complicated than they were.

"Okay, uh..." He trailed off. You hadn't had sex yet, and he was pretty sure you were a virgin.

He leaned down, placed his hands on your pants, and looked at you.

"Can I take these off?" You looked down at his hands and nodded.

He worked on undoing them and gently removing both your pants and underwear. He then turned his attention to his pants.

He removed his jeans and boxers before slowly stroking his erection. "Can you lie down?" You asked, and he agreed and laid on his bed.

Quickly, you moved to be on top of him. You quickly tried to sink down onto him, as you had seen, but Scott quickly stopped you.

"Slow down, baby. Have you ever done this?" He asked, his tip barely pressing into you. "Not really, no." You mumbled a response.

"Okay, just calm down, 'Kay?" He nodded, and you allowed him to take the lead. His hands moved to grasp your hips.

"Go slowly; trust me, it does not feel good to jump right in," Scott informed you as you nodded and slowly sat down on him.

You winced in pain as his dick slid inside you, stretching you out. Your hands were pressed down against his chest as you began to slowly push yourself up before sliding back down onto him.

"Fuck..." Scott moaned as you slid back down on him. You paused for a moment to allow your body to adjust further because it still hurt before continuing your previous movements.

Soft grunts and moans filled the room as you bounced up and down on his dick at a steady pace. "S-Shit... So good." Scott whimpered, his nails digging into your hips.

"Faster, please, baby." He whined before you picked up your pace, bouncing up and down faster.

As you rode him, the silence was filled with lewd sounds and lightly slapping skin. Scott was practically a mess beneath you, whining and pushing his hips up against you as you slid down.

"Scott..." You moaned, your hands gripping his shirt. The way his tip hit your sweet spot nearly made you lose it.

"Keep going. Come on, baby." He whimpered while guiding you up and down his dick.

"I'm going to cum..." You gasped and clenched around him. He responded with whines as you approached your orgasm.

You gripped him and moaned as you came undone, making him cum as well. He was still guiding you up and down, but at a slower pace as you both came.

You collapsed on him, his hands gripping your hips. You could feel his heart beating and his chest rising and falling.

"You did so well," Scott whispered as he struggled to catch his breath. You hummed in response as you slowly slid off of him and laid beside him.

You both fell asleep within five minutes, your bodies slightly pressed against each other.

His room wasn't even close to being completely cleaned, but you could always do that tomorrow.

a/n: idk if I like this but #freak4life so... also, sorry for the sliver of fluff 🥀🥀