#bub💜

[woso-dreamzzz]

Bubs always used Angel music and song for her film and documentary! She even have full set audio of random affect on her files that Angel made just for her.

-💜

Bubs and Angel both have Oscars for their work together

Bubs obviously has the most because she works in the film industry but Angel has multiple Oscars for best original score for many of Bubs' films

[abunchleoftadishes]

@isarahlouwho

reblog if you have skilled writer friends and you're damn proud of them

[stetsil]

57

57. If you could move away, no questions asked, where would it be?

Switzerland! Also how you gonna ask your followers to type the whole thing out and then NOT DO IT YOURSELF BRO?! 🤣💜

[bigspikesusie]

My favorite drink is Monster Enegry Strawberry dreams! ૮ * ॑꒳ˆ *ა

*drinks an entire can at once*

It’s ALSO my favorite food! (˼●̙̂ ̟ ̟̎ ̟ ̘●̂˻)

*eats the entire can at once*

I don’t let the cans go to waste around these parts ლ(=ↀωↀ=)ლ

-💜🌙

I-

Good on you for not wasting it..?

[missdynamighttt]

you and bf! katsuki waiting for the new year as the both of you stood on the balcony of your shared apartment, overlooking the city. the clock was ticking down to midnight, the fireworks had already begun sparking in the distance, their vibrant colors dancing against the dark sky.

you leaned against the railing, cheeks flushed from the cold. but honestly? maybe it was the way katsuki was looking at you out of the corner of his eye. he had one hand stuffed in his pocket while the other rested casually on the railing next to you, as if keeping you within reach.

“you know,” you began, voice soft but teasing. “i thought you’d have some grumpy commentary about all this.”

katsuki scoffed, rolling his eyes. “what do you want me to say, sweets? it’s just another night.”

“just another night?” you repeated, raising an eyebrow. “it’s almost the start of a whole new year, katsuki! new beginnings, resolutions, all that cheesy stuff. you know, what you want for the new year.”

“yeah, yeah,��� he muttered, but his gaze softened as he looked at you. “i don’t need a new year to tell me what i want.”

your playful smile faltered slightly at the intensity in his tone, “oh? and what do you want, katsuki?”

but before katsuki could answer, the final countdown began, echoing from nearby apartments and the distant streets.

“ten… nine…”

you turned your attention to the sky, her excitement bubbling over, practically jumping up and down her spot. “10 seconds, bub!”

“eight… seven…”

katsuki didn’t take his eyes off you, watching the way your face lit up, your breath visible in the chilly air as he stepped closer to you.

“six… five…”

you glanced at him, catching the look in his eyes. your expression softened, smiling at him. “you’re not even watching the fireworks.”

“four… three…”

“don’t need to,” katsuki said simply, reaching out to gently tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

“two… one…”

the city erupted in cheers, fireworks exploding in the sky in a dazzling display of light and sound. but you barely noticed because katsuki had cupped your face in his hands and kissed you, his lips warm and firm against you. you instantly melt in his arms, your hands resting on his chest.

it wasn’t rushed or frantic—it was slow, deliberate, and filled with everything he couldn’t put into words. the world seemed to fade away, the fireworks and cheers nothing more than background noise.

when the both of you finally pulled apart, your cheeks were even more flushed, smiling like a lovestruck idiot.

“happy new year, bub. i love you,” you whispered, chuckling breathlessly.

katsuki smiles softly, stroking your cheek. “happy new year, sweets. i love you more."

you smile gently, rising on your tiptoes to place a soft kiss on his cheek. your gaze briefly sweeps over the city before katsuki's voice catches your attention again.

"and sweets?"

"hm?"

"you're the only one i'll want."

you grinned, leaning into his chest as the fireworks continued to burst above them. and as you stood there together, katsuki couldn’t help but think that this was the perfect way to start the year—with you by his side.

‎‧₊˚✧[ it's me, kia! ]✧˚₊‧ ｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ ‎‧₊˚✧[ more of katsuki ! ]✧˚₊‧

⋆˚࿔ kia's note ˚⋆ happy new year everyone!! wrote up this quick drabble, will get back to working on my hundreds of drafts jdjdjwjjd 💜💜💜

[moonlight-prose]

I saw that prompt list you reblogged and so if you’re looking for logan ideas i really liked:

10) finding their partner’s sex toy/toys and making them play with it in front of them

Love your fics btw too!!! 💜💜

hunger

a/n: oh my brain went to mush at this one. like actively i've lost brain cells and am currently scrounging to find more. this is basically me being a horny bitch for this man. (possibly cause i'm ovulating). but that's okay. we're all here to do the exact same thing!

summary: things are set into motion the second logan opens your drawer. suddenly you find yourself the center of a show with only one audience member.

word count: 1.7k+

pairing: logan howlett x f!reader

warnings: EXPLICIT SO MINORS DNI, mutual masturbation, overstimulation, hints at oral (f receiving), cigar smoking, voyeurism, dirty talk, he's so filthy i blushed writing this.

Accidental was far from the word he'd use to describe the current situation. He'd rather say it was intentional. At least that's what it felt like when you sent him to your drawer for a pair of clean boxers you stole from him in the first few weeks of dating. Logan was used to the act. Finding his flannels strewn throughout your closet—his leather jacket draped across the foot of your bed like a fancy throw blanket.

He felt it before he saw it. The soft silicone feel of something small—an uninteresting object he normally would have overlooked. He pushed it out of the way at first, mistaking it entirely for the little portable charger you usually keep by the bed.

Only for it to roll to the side, the button hitting the drawer. A loud buzz drew his attention close within seconds. His hand grasping the small vibrator and flicking it off with a smirk. A look he wore when the choice to fuck you into the mattress solidified in his mind.

"Hey what's taking so long?" You stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel—water droplets streaming off your naked body, forming a small puddle on the hardwood floors of your shared bedroom.

He close his fist around the small device when he stood, holding the clothes you were waiting for. Logan watched you smile, reach for his hand, and stop short as his other palm opened—revealing the black little toy you only kept for emergencies.

For nights when he was called on a mission that might land them in deep waters for days on end. You never minded—it was part of the job after all—but telling Logan that you fucked yourself in your spare time to ease the thoughts of him that plagues you...wasn't an easy conversation to have. Yet there it was. Staring directly at you; taunting you with the knowledge that he found it before you could locate a better hiding spot.

"Got somethin' to tell me bub?"

Your mouth dried at the sight of his grin—nostrils flaring as your scent sharpened in the air. Thicker than before; the tell tale sign that you weren't angry or irritated. But interested in where he might take this.

Before you could snatch it from his hands, he tossed the clothes back into the still open drawer. His smile on deepening at the sight of your swallow—the steady thrum of your heart now a quick flutter under your chest. There was no hiding how you felt with him. Not when he was so in tune with your body it nearly scared you.

He could smell the pool of slick that began to form in between your clenched thighs. The sharp breath you sucked in giving him enough confirmation to keep going. You wanted this—him. And though he could never understand why, he rarely questioned it.

So he nodded towards the bed, dragging the chair you kept at your desk over to sit a foot away from where you were perched. Your hand still clutching the towel and eyes stuck on the vibrator in his hold.

Logan lowered himself with a sigh—legs spread and body relaxed as your eyes trailed down his stomach to the thick expanse of his thighs. Last night you were perched on one, reduced to a whiny moaning mess as he dragged you along the rough denim. Watching you work yourself into a high that left you immobile.

His head tilted, gaze dragging down your body, tongue swiping out to wet his bottom lip. "You aren't gonna need the towel bub," he rasped.

"I don't know what we're doing."

"Don't you trust me?" You nodded quicker than you expected. "Then drop it and spread those pretty legs for your old man."

A soft whimper barely legible above your gasp echoed in the room. Logan heard it as if you pressed it directly to his ear. You scooted back on the bed, the towel now forgotten and dropped to the floor. He shifted at the sight of your feet pushed against the soft comforter, your cunt on full display for him to view.

"There we go," he murmured.

Your hand slipped down, sliding through your slick for barely a second before he was clicking his tongue. "That's not what I want."

"B-but you said-"

"I said spread 'em. Not touch your pretty little clit."

"Logan," you breathed, fighting the pull that demanded you find some sort of relief. Even if that came in the form of your own touch.

He merely lounged in the chair, smiling at how you battled with yourself in order to be good for him. Oh how he loved the sight of your brows pulled together—need eating away at the very core of your body. If he was a better man he'd let you choose what to do.

He'd follow your lead.

But that remained something he never excelled at.

"Don't worry. She'll get the attention she needs." He leaned over you, placing the familiar device between your breasts—a kiss quickly snuck against your nipple that peaked under the wet heat of his mouth. "I'm real interested in how you use this sweetheart. Show me?"

The breath escaped you with a punch to your stomach as he settled back in his previous spot. You glanced at him—heat spilling beneath your cheeks—and felt a wave of slick drip down to the bed at the sight of him pulling a cigar free. He cut the end off, stuck it between his teeth, and flicked the lighter on with practiced ease.

This was a show and he remained the only audience member.

"Go on," he mumbled, smoke unfurling past his lips. "Be a good girl."

With a shaky breath, you gingerly picked up the vibrator and turned it on. This was second nature to you now. Laying in bed with your legs spread as you listened to the buzzing sound that would bring you your desired orgasm. You'd been here before. You would no doubt be here again.

Only this time Logan paid attention to every minuscule movement. He clung to the way you slid your hand down and pressed the end of it to the very top of your clit. Almost as if you were the best fucking program he had the privilege to watch.

Instead of the rush of sweaty embarrassment you almost expected. You were greeted with a boost of pride at the sound of his harsh groan. The chair creaking under his weight as he shuffled to find some relief for his growing cock.

"How's it feel bub?" he breathed, inhaling another drag from his cigar.

You sighed, high pitched and needy. "Good."

"Yeah?" He shifted again when you slid the vibrator through the lips of your cunt, a moan spilling past your parted lips. "Fuck. You normally take your time with it?"

Nodding, you dragged it back up to your clit, teasing yourself with small circles. "F-Feels better like this."

That familiar tug in your gut began to grow the longer you held it against yourself, building quicker than before. You knew it was on account of him watching you. Licking his lips and white knuckling his cigar to keep from sliding his tongue through your slick. You had half a mind to beg him. To see if you could get him to break.

The minute you slipped it down further and plunged it into your tight walls was enough for him. He snapped with a feral grunt. His hands working the belt buckle of his jeans—a whisper of his zipper being tugged down—before his cock sprang free. The tip red and shiny with precum.

You moaned at the sight, legs trembling as you pumped the vibrator clumsily into your cunt. "Touch yourself," you gasped, stomach going taut. "Please. Need to see you baby."

"Fuck sweetheart. Gonna make me cum like a fuckin' teenager." He spit loudly into his palm, slicking up his cock with a heady moan.

"P-Pretty," you slurred.

"Look whose talkin'," he huffed. The cigar now clamped between his teeth.

The intensity of his gaze only grew when you replaced the device with two of your fingers. Rapidly working them in tandem with the buzzing on your swollen clit. Sparks shot down your spine, heat clamping tight around your stomach. What time you thought remained now worked its way to an eviscerating crescendo.

"Your creamin' around your fingers bub," he grunted, the wet slap of his hand blending with the echo of your cunt. "Want to lick you clean after this."

Your walls fluttered, heart leaping to your throat. "Can I suck your cock?"

A ragged moan filled the empty spaces that lay between. "Can't say no to you."

"Logan," you mewled. "'M gonna-"

He snarled, abruptly sitting forward, hand still working his cock in rapid strokes. "C'mon. Cum for me. Give me a show."

The string holding you together broke in two, flooding your body with bliss and turning your vision blurry. His name was a broken cry torn from your throat—hips canting up into your touch as you pushed the vibrator harder against your clit. Until the pleasure began to seep into pain. A whimper echoed in the room when you pulled away, legs falling to dangle off the bed—body now entirely spent.

The soft press of his lips against your knee jolted you slightly; the nerves under your skin still sensitive. He dropped to the floor, eyes latched onto the way your entrance fluttered, cum now forming a mess between your thighs.

"Made such a pretty mess for me bub."

You sighed, a smile pulling at the corners of your lips. "You like it?"

Wet open mouth kisses trailed along your inner thigh, his nose pressed to the curls above your center. "I fuckin' love it," he sighed, inhaling your heady scent with a groan.

"It's yours."

You gasped when his tongue slid along your cunt, thumbs spreading you to reach every fucking inch. "Yes it is." He pressed a kiss to each lip, sucking them into his mouth as if he was kissing you. "All fuckin' mine."

[minminyoonjii]

I need birthday triplets Felix Han and reader where the other members worship the three. I’ve seen so many stories where the reader has their brithday and gets all the praise and worshipping, but I know many (me included) who share their birthday with a member

I can’t stop thinking about it 🥹

❤️Ultimate Masterlist

💜Rules and Guidelines

🕯Summary: Birthday Babies deserve a thorough pounding, including you. There's no escape once you're in.

🌹CW

Handjob|Squirting|Multiple Orgasms|Very Rough Sex|Praise Kink|Wet & Messy|Spitroasting|Dirty Talk|Threesome|Cum Eating|Cum Play|Facials|Untouched Orgasms|Blowjob|Face Fucking|Double Penetration|Orgy|Spanking|Scratching|Mating Press |Coaxing|Teasing|Dom! OT6|Degrading Praise Kink|Free Use Aes|Manhandling|Exhibitionism|Everyone Likes It Rough|Aftercare

💌 This is a work of fiction, I by all means don't force ship anyone. They have the right to love whomever they want.

🍄Wordcount: 1.3K

"Lixxie, did you get any messages from the boys?" you asked, nibbling on your bottom lip. He shook his head, "None, it's like radio silence," he murmured, hooking his leg over your waist. You moved your head, "Sungie, what about you?" you asked, rubbing his cheeks. Jisung gulped, shaking his head, "Nothing from my side either," he said, sulking against your palm. 

All three of you felt your hearts sink, "You don't think they forgot about us right?" you whispered, sighing deeply. Felix clicked his tongue, "No way, Stays have been boasting about it since September began. There's no way right?" he whispered, trying to find hope in your eyes when a soft hic came from Jisung. "What if they actually did?" he cried, tears spilling down his cheeks. 

You teared up too, empathy running high, "If you cry I'll cry," you sobbed, burrowing into his chest. Felix's lips wobbled, "You can't have a cry session without me," he hiccuped, clinging close, crying against your neck. Your cries were far from quiet. It was deliberately loud for attention. The boys swung open the door, seeing the three of you bundled together with tears streaming down your puffy cheeks. 

Chan brushed back your hair, "What's wrong, bubs? What's got you so upset?" He asked, giving a give big hug. Felix sniffled, "Not one of you wished us happy birthday," he sulked, squinting at them with his tear brimmed eyes. Seungmin frowned, "We didn't mean to make you feel neglected. It's just that we got distracted by work," he explained, rubbing Felix's nape. Jisung furrowed his eyebrows, "What work? We're off for today," he asked, looking at him. 

Minho stepped in, "Since you three decided to have a cuddle day, we prepared a little something," he said, pinching Jisung's cheek. You perked up, "What is it?" You asked, excitement buzzing through your body. Changbin chuckled, "Why don't you come find out?" he asked, easily carrying Felix in his arms. Chan carried Jisung and Minho carried you, "I swear to God, we leave you alone for a bit and it's suddenly a sob fest," Minho teased, bopping your nose. 

You giggled, nuzzling his shoulder. They walked into the kitchen, the dining table filled with your favorite dishes and cake. "Woah!" Felix exclaimed, seeing everything. The group placed you in your seats, "Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday to our Sunshines. Happy Birthday to you," they sang, taking a video of your reactions. 

You beamed, nuzzling your partners, "Thank you," you said, blowing the candles with Jilix. Hyunjin smirked, standing behind the three of you, "Now to make your wishes come through," he teased, locking collars around your necks. You gulped, staring at the hungry gazes watching your every move. You held Jisung and Felix's hand, "We're fucked," you murmured. Jisung nodded, "Totally fucked," he answered.

"Too big, hah hhgh," Felix moaned, clawing Minho's chest. Minho chuckled, keeping his relentless pace, "But you love my big girthy cock," he teased, thrusting his cock deeper past Felix's puffy rim. Felix groaned, tossing his head back as Minho’s throbbing cock head brushed against his prostate, "There, hyung. There," he babbled, digging his nails into Minho's shoulders. 

Minho hooked his arms under Felix's thighs, "Shh, shh. I know," he  growled, pounding his cock at those sensitive bundles of nerves. Felix's back arched, his cock dribbling precum all over his torso, "Hah, fuck, fuck. I'm cumming, hyung," he sobbed, crying out from the constant pleasure buzzing through his body. "Cum for hyung, baby boy. Let hyung see your pretty cock get messy," Minho grunted, pumping Felix's cock in tandem with his thrusts. 

His fingers rubbed the sensitive tissue under Felix's hard red cockhead. Felix released a loud broken moan, cumming hard onto his chest. Streaks of white painted his pale skin. His jaw slacked with drool drying by the sides. Minho cooed, keeping the tip of his cock pressed against Felix's swollen prostate, "Take a breather, baby. Let's hear the others scream," he chuckled, hearing Jisung whine out behind him. 

Seungmin gripped Jisung's hair, his cock buried deep down his throat, "Your throat was just meant for cock, prince," he chuckled, thrusting his hips at a languid pace. Jeongin hissed, his cock clenched hard within Jisung's tight ribbed walls, "Keep praising, he loves it," he groaned, spanking Jisung's plump ass. Seungmin smirked, hearing Jisung gag around his cockhead, "You're doing so well, pretty boy. Warm tight mouth feeling so good around me," he cooed, stroking Jisung's cheek. 

Jeongin picked up his pace, thrusting at a merciless pace. Drawing muffled whines and whimpers from Jisung. "Fuck sake. I don't think I can hold it if you're mmh gonna keep, hah doing that," he growled, thrusting his cock in tandem with Jeongin's pace. "Cumming, fuck, fuck," Jeongin cried out, pumping his hot searing load up Jisung's tight hole. Seungmin hissed, ejaculating down Jisungs throat soon after, "Good job, you did so good," he rasped, stroking Jisung's hard. 

Hyunjin chuckled, "Poor baby, came untouched twice. His poor leaky cock looks spent," he teased, tugging on Jisung's  veiny cock. Jeongin whimpered when Jisung clenched hard around his shaft, "Shit, shit, shit. Hyung!" He exclaimed, swatting at Hyunjin. "Sorry, sorry," Hyunjin cooed, kissing Jisungs forehead. Drool dripped down your lips, your mind hazy and clouded by pleasure overwhelming your senses. 

Chan easily manhandled your body up and down his and Changbin's cock. Your cunt was stuffed to brim with Changbin's girthy wide cock. Chan's cock buried deep up your ass, your holes puffy and swollen from their constant deep thrusts. You stared up at Hyunjin with a dazed look, orgasm after orgasm pulled from your pliant body. "Such a creamy hole, your puffy cunt is just leaking with cum isn't it?" he asked, swiping the ring of cum by the base of Changbin's cock and tasted it. 

Chan groaned, "Go give Lixie some attention, he's been hard since Minho allowed him to rest," he grunted, rubbing your swollen clit from the back. Changbin latched on your nipples, his teeth and tongue stimulating your body to the brink. "Hah, huh, hhgh, hah," you slurred, barely coherent with your words. Hyunjin held your jaw, kissing you softly, "Sweet," he whispered, sucking  on your tongue. Your eyes rolled back, quivering around their cocks as your orgasm squirted onto Changbin's lap. 

Changbin growled, pumping a heavy load up your womb, coating every part white, "Shit, angel. You took me off guard," he chuckled, kissing your jaw. Hyunjin pulled away, "Don't make her pass out," he teased, walking towards Felix. "How's my little boy?" He asked, stroking Felix's leaking cock. Felix bucked his hips, craving the friction, "Feel good, Hyunnie," he slurred, moaning quietly at the pleasing pleasure. 

Hyunjin smiled, aligning his cock with Felix's, "Rest, I'll take care of you," he reassured, pumping his wrist around their cocks. His hand easily held them in between. "Hah, hah, hhgh,”  Felix whined,  clawing the couch below as he obediently took the pleasure Hyunjin gave. Hyunjin groaned, rubbing their slits with his other hand, "Mmh, feels good doesn't it, hah, ah, fuck," he grunted, stroking their cocks at a needy pace. 

Felix whimpered, "Cumming, cumming!" he cried, painting his torso white once more, his cum hitting his chin. Hyunjin growled at the sight, ejaculating hard onto Felix's face. Felix moaned at the warm facial, darting his tongue out to taste. Hyunjin  felt his cock twitch, "Fuck, baby. You're so perfect," he said in awe, kissing Felix's nose.

"Aww, look at them," Chan cooed, tucking the three of you in warm cosy blankets. Minho chuckled, "They look too innocent. It's dangerous," he teased, putting a plush in each of your arms. You whined and squinted at them with tired eyes. Seungmin stroked your hair, "Go back to sleep," he whispered, humming a soft lullaby. It didn't take long for the three of you to melt into the mattress with smiles on your face.

[idkijustlovebts]

Réka you sweet beautiful human!! Thank you so much for this! I'm honored you would take the time to make this for me 🥹 I hope you have the best day because this absolutely turned mine around 💜

forget about sunshine, his smile just brightened my entire day | for @idkijustlovebts

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[lostinlovingrevery]

hiii!!! would u consider writing a reader who is extremely ticklish and gets very giggly during sex with logan?

(no issues if u choose not to) ✨️💜

Ticklish

Trilogy! Logan X F! Reader

You just can't help it

A/N: The gif is logan about to tickle you

Warnings: SMUT mdni! Established relationship, unprotected PiV sex, giggly sex, fluff, tickling, random DC reference, fingering,

"You're killing me bub."

Logan tipped his head up at the sound of your mirth, and the feeling of your wiggles underneath him.

"I'm sorry!" You laughed. "I can't help it!"

"I don't recall you being this giggly the last time."

"Well it was more serious last time!"

He raised a brow, "It's serious, this time too."

You laughed, "I'm sorry! I'm taking it serious, I promise!" Your hands reached up into his hair, curling into his locks and pulling him down to kiss you again. He was reluctant, but could never resist your lips.

He melted back into you, his body weight sinking over you- as much as it could without fully crushing you. Your fingers dug into his scalp, arching into him as your kissed turned into something more intense.

Then you smiled, and the giggles started again. Logan parted from you with a exasperated sigh.

"I'm sorry I was just thinking about how it felt earlier-" You laughed.

It wasn't that he wasn't annoyed with your giggles- in fact it was the opposite of that, he derived a lot of joy seeing you happy, especially under him.

He feigned annoyance as long as he could, but when he finally looked down at your fluttery self. He broke, letting out a small laugh, leaning down to peck your lips.

"Maybe you just need to get it out of your system." He says in a low voice- suggestive, almost threatening. Your smile dropped.

"Wait- We- Logan-" You stare at him in fear- your voice wavering, realizing you were completely pinned down by this man who weighed nearly 400 pounds - and he was giving you the most devilish grin that would put the Joker to shame. "No- No...No!"

Your shrieked as his hands went under your (his) shirt that you wore to bed. His fingers brushing over your belly, tickling you. The sensation almost become too much almost immediately. You squealed, your hands trying to stop his attack on you, as you kicked your legs and squirmed.

He was at an advantage, settled between your legs, he was able to grab a hold of your hands, pinning them to the mattress above your head with one hand holding your wrists together, while he lifts your shirt, and began blowing raspberries into your belly.

"Logan!" You shrieked, tears now streaming down your face. "Stop!" You squealed through your laugh, losing your breath. You managed to wiggle enough that you could turn to your side, allowing little relief from his attack.

His hands returned to tickling at your hips while he reached forward, pressing kisses into your neck, some firm, some soft, brushing over your skin and tickling your skin further. His fingers sneakily flit underneath your panties, making contact with your clit- and you gasped from the sudden difference in stimulation.

"Sneaky-" You accused, one of your hands curling into his hair. He grinned, rubbing circles into your bud, leaning down to capture your lips in a possessive kiss. You moaned into his mouth, arching into him as his fingers worked you over. Your tears still stained your face- and once again you began giggling.

"Damn sweetheart." He couldn't help but chuckle. "You just can't stop can you?"

"I-" You laughed, then moaned when he lowered his hand down your cunt, and slowly entered a finger inside you. "You just...Oh- bring it out of me." You bit your lip, tipping your hand back, the feeling of his finger slowly curling in and out of you. His thumb pressed into your clit, pressing firm circles as he worked you over. Shivers ran down your back- as your fingers buried into his scalp.

He hummed, adding another finger into your hole, sucking him in as he pumped his fingers in and out of your, stroking the gummy spot inside of you that made you see you stars. He planted his lips over yours firmly, thrusting out of you at a steady pace until your eyes rolled back.

"Logan!" You cried out, as your body froze underneath him. He slows his fingers in and out, in and out. Your arousal creamed his hands. He grinned- watching your giggly and squirmy figure become relaxed and quiet as your breathing eased.

He pulled his fingers out, sucking them clean with a moan.

"Lovely as always baby." He smacked his lips. You let out a weak laugh, shaking your head before letting it fall weakly to the side. "Not so giggly now are you?" He asks, a cocky smirk on his face. He sits up, adjusting you onto your back.

Pushing your legs on his shoulder, he sat up on his knees and pushed down his briefs- his swollen and needy cock bouncing against his stomach, while he angles into you and pushes himself inside.

You gasped, tipping your head back. He leaned forward, your legs pushed to your chest. He pressed his forehead to yours, and began slowly thrusting in and out of you.

"Damn-" He hissed, shutting his eyes. "Feels so good as always."

You hands went to his hips as he thrusts in and out, and you grinned. You waited until he was melting inside you- before you started tickling his hips. He jumped, a small grunt escaping him.

"Hey!" He stopped opening his eyes. You started giggling.

"Guess i'm not the only one that's ticklish-" You tipped your chin up at him proudly.

He scoffed, "I'm not. You just took me by surprise."

"That so?"

You tickled him again, laughing at his reaction. He quickly grabs your hands- pinning them to either side of your head as he began plowing into you- Your laughter turning into moans. His lips planted firmly onto yours, licking into your mouth messily.

You couldn't help it, you started giggling again. Logan groaned- before laughing himself as he continued thrusting into you.

"God, I love you, you know that?" He chuckled, his arms wrapping protectively around you as he buried himself inside you. "Even if you do try to tickle me."

You tittered, pecking him on the nose, "I love you too."

[starkenobi]

For the 100 followers celebration, could you do a ficlet of Logan Howlett + reader kidnapped or hostage?

Congratulations and thank you 🥳🫂❤️

Gif by @richardgrimes

masterlist

thank you, sweetie! hope you enjoy the reading 💜

pairing: logan howlett x mutant!reader

warnings: violence description.

The warehouse was cold and dark, water pooling on the floor, and a terrible smell of something rotten. But you're trying hard not to focus on that last detail because it's definitely a dead body. Strapped in a chair, your wrists ached from the tight rope.

The least of your problems, the worst part was being captured by a group of idiots. They actually thought that demanding money in exchange for your safety was a smart move.

Sighing, you observe in silence your captors.

They had no idea who they were messing with.

No, not your biological family. Rich filthy people. They abandoned you a long time ago when they discovered your mutation.

Fuck them.

If you captors were trying to get money, it was a waste of time. Your biological family would laugh and ask them to kill you.

But your real family? They won't be happy.

No, scratch that.

Before they even know what's happening, there's one person that you know it's already on their way.

So you sit there, bored.

In your cute bloodied pijamas.

With a split lip, a swollen eye, a stab in the abdomen, and a sprained foot.

Well, you couldn't use your mutation to fight seven men at the same time, but you give them hell.

Cowards.

The first sign that the rescue had arrived was the loud sound of a motorcycle engine.

Rescue for you. Nightmare for them.

"The fuck was that noise?" One of the captors grumbled.

Then a loud bang sounded and the warehouse's door blew in pieces.

Show off.

Logan walked with his claws ready to fight.

He was furious.

The captors didn't stand a chance.

The two stupid enough to get closer were slashed by Logan's claws, red blood spilling everywhere, and yells became gurgling.

Frightened by the horror, they began to shoot.

Logan didn't seem that fazed by the bullets, gruting because of the impact, but he kept walking. With a high jump, Logan fell on top of a captor, the claw hitting square in the head.

Like a blur, Logan decimated the rest one by one. The screams and chaos were soon silenced.

Standing in the middle of the bloodied warehouse, Logan was beautiful and in all his glory.

Dammit, you loved him so much.

"I told you to stop looking for trouble, princess," Logan said as greeting, retracting his claws and approaching where you were tied to the chair.

You pouted. "I'm innocent this time, baby."

He chuckled. "If you say so. Let's get your wounds treated, yeah?"

"Are you gonna kiss it better?" You flirted but soon groaned in pain when Logan released you and picked you up. "Ugh, it hurts."

"Sorry, bub." Logan kissed your forehead, walking out of the warehouse.

"And the kids?"

"They're fine, Jean and Ororo are with them."

"Cool," you mumbled. Now that you felt safe, the pain and tiredness were catching you up. "Glad the plan worked."

Logan stopped for a moment, an incredulous look on his face. "You're prohibited from being bait again."

"Just jealous that I'm the famous one in this relationship." You retorted.

"Princess, shut up."

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i'm craving you

Word Count - 1700

Requested - Yes - chukys-mouthguard asked: Okay Quinn NHL awards night smut is all i can think about after your little blurb on that reblog, I would be down for a continuation of that if you’re up for writing something 🙈😅🥵

Author's Note - As always thank you for reading . 💜

Warnings - established relationship, y/n used, mentions of oral (m receiving), dirty talk, a quickie, semi-public sex

Summary - You couldn't stop starring at your boyfriend all night at the rewards. All you wanted to do was grab him and go sneak away some place that you could show him how proud you are of him.

Watching Quinn all night truly made you do nothing except trying not to make it look so obvious that you were clutching your thighs to Ellen who was standing to your right. You were watching from afar as Quinn finished up an interview. To be completely honest you weren’t focused on anyone except Quinn. He looked fucking amazing in his new suit and his new haircut was making your stomach feel things. You’ve been fighting the urge to pull him into some dark corner to get on your knees and show him how proud of him you were. Finally, you see a chance as he finishes up the interview. You quickly excused yourself from the rest of the Hughes as you met the oldest one in the center of the room. 

“Hi bubs I’m so proud of you.” you say as you hug Quinn. 

“Thanks baby” as he wraps your arms around your shoulders giving you a quick peck on your head as you turn your face into his chest away from all the lights for a second. 

“You okay love?” He asks as he notices you staying in his embrace a little longer than needed thinking something was wrong. The fans behind the barricades  awwing thinking it was just a cute moment between the happy couple. Little did they know what you were whispering in his ear “I really need you Q. Please Quinny I’ve been craving you all night.” There must have been something in your whines that convinced Quinn to pull away from your embrace. You could see his eyes having an internal battle of what to listen to his brian or his half-hard cock that was slowly starting to strain against his pants. Ultimately he decided his lust for you would win, as he grabbed your hand, both of you walking away to try to find somewhere quiet for a few minutes. You tried not to look too giddy as you both steered towards the opposite side of the ballroom then his family was on. After looking for a few minutes you were in an abandoned hallway far away from the party. Quinn stopped pushing you against the wall to share the first proper kiss since he was Norris two hours prior. You could feel the crown molding of the wall behind on your lower back, as Quinn shoved his tongue down your mouth showing dominance. Your whimpers and moans are covered by the party down the hall as your hands find his curls. He finally pulled away “not here baby hold on.” he whispered his voice heavy with his own need. He opened his eyes and tried the door that was next to you. It was unlocked. “Fucking finally.” As he closed your mouths again and shoved you into the room. 

You pulled away cursing as you felt yourself almost clumsy fall over something. You both open your eyes, Quinn quickly finding the light, discovering it’s a drawstring light behind you. As both of your eyes adjust you realize that you're in a custodian closet. You look at Quinn and you both share a laugh at the fact of where you are. 

“This wasn’t on my bingo card this year…” you say as you grab his face and start kissing him taking over dominance. Slowly making him back up all the way until his back is to the door. 

“Oh yeah you didn’t wanna fuck me in a custodians closet?” he asked as you moved down his neck.

“I never said never, just unexpected.” you say as you continue your attack on his neck. Quinn’s hands find your hips squeezing but also flustered that he couldn’t feel such through the thick material of your dress and spreads his legs so he can feel you as closely as possible. He lets himself enjoy the attack you're making on his neck, especially once you find that particular spot. He lets out a loud groan automatically.

“Not right now, no marks where the camera can see, you wanna be a good girl right?” He asks sternly, and all you do is whine in response, and slowly remove your head from his neck so you can look into his eyes. 

“Please all I’ve wanted to do all night is claim you, give ya just a little bite. Please Quinny.” you beg a giant pout on your lips. Your one hand going to his hair to pull his loose curls and the other sneaking between you both, to slowly grasp him. “All I wanted to do all night is make you feel good” As you slowly take your mouth to his ear to whisper the last part.  “I wanna show you how proud I am of you by letting you fuck my face. Please, my mouth has been craving you all night.” 

He takes your face and pushes it away holding it between his hands. “No. Not right now. Right now I need to feel your warm wet pussy clenching around me. While you force yourself to be quiet so we don’t get caught by the people outside.”  He’s quick to push you into the shelving so that your back is pressed against the sleeves with a bunch of random cleaning supplies. You're a whimpering mess as he leaves wet kisses on your lips and neck. As he slowly pulls back to undo his belt and unzip his pants. “Look at you, you're already flushed. I've barely touched you yet…. What do you need, baby? You gotta tell.” As he slowly comes back, using his fingertips to lightly ghost over everything except where you needed most. 

“you, I need your cock please.” you tell him as your eyes flutter closed the anticipation becomes too much to hand. His hand reaches for your leg that has the slit in it from your dress. He quickly pulls down your throng, leaving kisses on your exposed chest. 

He takes his cock out and gives himself a few pumps before sinking deep into you. You arch your back, your throat gives a small cry of pleasure. Quinn is quickly covering your mouth, “as much as I love all the sounds you make I can’t have it right now. You gotta be a good girl for me. You think you can handle that?” You shake your head yes as a response knowing that he isn’t going to remove his hand. “Fuck you look beatiful being all full from my dick.” Quinn starts thrusting in and out slowly at first making sure you're well adjusted. His one hand on your ass holding your leg up and kneading it hard. You let your back fall back getting lost in the pleasure. 

Quinn quickly picks up the pace, “fuck baby look at you always so goddamn hungry for my cock you couldn’t wait till we got back to the hotel room.” All you could manage to do was pull Quinn closer as he sped up his thrusts. The sound of the creaking shelves behind you turning you on even more as Quinn continued his attack on your neck.Still careful not to leave marks he did not need this shit in the press. You could feel him close by his thrusts get sloppier. He pulled your dress up with his other hand that was holding your mouth, making the way to your clit to help you get closer to your orgasim. You quickly took one of your hands and slipped one of your boobs out squeezing it. “Fuck baby I’m close, you fill always feel so motherfucking tight for me.”

He says as he notices you kneading your right boob. You swear his eyes looked happier in that split second than when they announced him as the winner of the Norris. He quickly took his mouth sucking around your nipple. Then he moved his mouth to leave  a love bite on your boob, you couldn’t hold it anymore. Between Quinn rubbing your clit, still kneading your ass and now playing with your boob you let go. You can feel that familiar tightness growing in the pit of stomach. 

“Fuck i’m cumming bubs.” you say as you tilt your head even further back as you cry in pleasure feeling the euphoria effect from your orgasim building. Watching your face as you came through his eyelids as he continued sucking your nipple. It was enough for Quinn to explode. He continued to slowly thrust into you as you both were still coming down from your highs. His mouth removing itself from your boob and his head falling to your shoulder as your hands found his soft curls. Allowing yourselves to get a minute to make your breaths sound normal again. “Fuck your too good to me bab”  as he kissed your collarbone and slowly pulled out. He went down to the floor to reach a pack of paper towels that fell on the floor from the shaking of the top shelf. He quickly opened the pack and started cleaning both of you up.

“I could say the same for you.” as you look at him cleaning you after fucking the absloute shit out of you. “I am still sad though.” you say softly. Quinn stopped his movements and looked up.

“What?” he asked with concern and confusion clearly on his face. 

“Yeah I still really wanna bite your neck and give you that blowjob to show you how proud I am of you.” as you pretend to pout, arms crossing over your chest.

“Tonight baby girl, promise.” Quinn couldn’t help the big smile on his face as he saw your eyes light up. 

The next morning both you and Quinn have lots of love bites and hickeys. When Luke and Jack knock on our hotel room to tell you guys that we need to hurry up or we will miss our flight. They definitely don’t leave before trying to give Quinn shit for his appearance. Answering the door in nothing but boxers, love bites on his inner thighs, hickeys all different colors down his neck and chest. They especially chirp him when Quinn turns around and they see his back covered in scratches. But Quinn doesn’t give two shits what his little brothers think because he’s happier than he’s ever been. 

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Seungmin said threats as a joke. Sometimes they turned serious, especially towards his girlfriend and their sex life.

As the dom, he had set rules— with her input of course. And he expected those rules to be followed.

One of his main rules being no toys without permission. Why would she even think of using them when he'd drop everything to satisfy her himself? The only exception was him being on tour— only asking that she ask permission and send him photos and videos. But, he did get a kick out of her disobeying that rule.

He stared at the last messages they’d exchanged. Watching her messages pop up on his screen

pup🐶💜: im gonna buy you a fucking kennel

bubs💖: do it

make it pretty at least ☺️

pup🐶💜: brat

Seungmin swiped out of the messaging app and started looking. Now he was dead set on getting her a kennel. And making it “pretty” per her request.

Getting back to work after hitting buy on everything. A nice surprise for her that he felt like he was already going to enjoy too. Working through the next two hours before he was heading home. Taking his sweet time to get to their apartment and walking in the door.

“Min!” He heard her call as he set his things down.

“Yeah,” He called back before going to find her

He smiled as he saw her in one of his shirts in their bathroom. Obviously, she just got out of the shower. He walked into the steam-filled room and slapped her ass, “Clean yourself up for me?”

Seungmin wrapped his arms around her, kissing her neck. “Says who?” she teased

“Bratty mood today?” Seungmin asked

“Little bit,” Y/n smiled at him in the mirror

Seungmin watched her finish up her skincare as he continued kissing her neck. His hands moved down to her hips and gripped them tighter.

“Done yet pup?” he asked

“Mhm,” Y/n nodded.

“Bend over.”

He watched her smile in the mirror— not following the instructions—before he took the matter into his own hands. Grabbing the back of her neck and bending her over their bathroom counter. He pushed her t-shirt up and smiled at her lack of underwear. He took a step back before his hand came down on her ass. Y/n moaned before he pulled her up against him and wrapped her hand around her neck. “One or two, pup?”

“Two,” Y/n said

Seungmin shifted her towards their bedroom. “Shirt off and bend over the bed.”

Y/n walked out of their bathroom followed by her boyfriend. She pulled his shirt off over her head and threw it on the end of their bed. She propped herself up on her elbows on their bed.

Seungmin knocked her flat onto their bed and put her arms behind her back. Y/n whined as she could feel him pressed up against her. His hands left hers for a moment before she felt something wrapping around her wrists. Y/n bit her lip as she felt the cuffs close. She felt weights on the bed and tried to look at what he was doing but he kept her head down and away from the area.

She could feel her spread her folds before two of his fingers were pushing inside her. Rubbing her walls before pulling them out of her. Y/n whined before he slipped a collar around her neck. Tightening it around her neck just right before he turned her over onto her back.

Y/n watched him tie her calves to her thighs before grabbing something from the side and pressing it to her clit. Y/n looked down before the vibrator kicked on. Y/n moaned as he slipped a leash on her collar and tugged her head up.

“Like playing around when I’m at work? Just because you didn’t get your way?” He asked

“Yes,” Y/n smiled at him as he upped the vibration.

“Sucks for you then pup.” Seungmin chuckled.

Y/n moaned as he pulled himself from the jeans he had on. Teasing her folds with his tip. Y/n whined as she clenched around nothing. Seungmin smiled as he turned the toy off. Y/n whined at him as he pushed his tip into her.

“Min,” Y/n whined then screamed as he slapped her thigh.

“Just wanna make it worse on yourself don’t you?” he asked

“‘M sorry sir,” Y/n whined

“Good girl,” Seungmin smiled as he grabbed another item then set it down when he got another idea. Pulling his tip out of her and then replacing it with a dildo.

Y/n moaned as the toy slid right inside her. Seungmin moved around the room a bit before coming back to her.

Seungmin grabbed one of their bullet vibrators and a bit of bondage tape, attaching the toy to her clit and tapping the remote to her thigh. Then doing the same to her nipples. Watching her chest rise and fall with anticipation.

“What happens when we don’t follow the rules, pup?” Seungmin asked

“No cumming…” Y/n whined, realizing it now

“Hm. You can remember them,” he asked, grabbing her face.

Seungmin smiled and let go of her face. He turned on all three of the toys and watched her bite her lip. He pulled the toy out of her. Y/n barely noticed it leaving her with the vibrations running.

Seungmin stood back and watched her for a moment. Watching her hole clench around nothing before he slipped his tip back into her. Wrapping his hand around his length and slowly jerking himself off as his tip sat inside her.

“Sir, please! Y/n whined, “‘m sorry. Won’t do it again!”

“You don’t mean that pup. Think you like being punished.”

Y/n whined as he turned the vibrators up a bit. Loving how quickly she folds when he tells her she can’t cum. Doing every she could to change his mind all while he continued to pump himself while his tip sat heavy inside her.

“Please sir,” Y/n whined

“My needy puppy,” Seungmin groaned, picking up his pace with his hand.

He could feel her squeeze around his tip and tugged the leash up more. Watching her struggle to keep her head up to look at him. He practically pulled her to sit up and looked down at him jerking off with his tip inside her. Laughing as she looked up at him, giving him the puppy dog eyes before he let her fall back on the bed.

Pumping himself till he came inside her. Cum shooting out of his tip into her, head tilting back as he rode the high before pulling out and watching his cum leak from her as she tried to keep it in.

“Close sir,” Y/n whined

“Hm,” Seungmin hummed and changed the vibration pattern. Y/n whined as she tried to push against the restraints “gonna be a long night for you pup.”

<3<3<3<3<3

“Thank you,” Seungmin heard from the kitchen, he popped his head up as their front door closed.

“What did you order, Min?” Y/n asked as she walked into the kitchen

“Remember when I said I was gonna buy you a kennel?” Seungmin answered

“Kim Seungmin,” Y/n sighed, she knew better than to joke with him about bedroom stuff too.

“I’ll return them if you want me to,” Seungmin told her as he pulled her into him, wrapping his arms around her

“Them?” Y/n asked

“You told me to make it pretty.”

“So you do listen to me?”

“You’re the one who breaks the rules pup. I have to train you,” Seungmin teased as he leaned in and kissed her lips.

Y/n pulled back after a moment and looked at him, “Where were you planning on putting it?”

“I didn’t think that far.”

Y/n rolled her eyes at him but he just kissed the worry away, “No return?” He asked

“We’ll try adding it in,” Y/n agreed

Seungmin pecked her lips, “The rest of it should be here by the end of the week, I’ll set it up on my next day off.”

“Alright. I’ll think of a way to piss you off by then,” Y/n joked.

“I’m sure you will,” Seungmin laughed and kissed her lips again.

“She’s upstairs taking a nap. She took a week off of work just to recharge and she’s a bit hung over from us going out last night,” Seungmin let his friends know when they questioned where his girlfriend was

“She been busy?” Lee Know asked

“Yeah. She just finished a project before she left so it took up a lot of time,” Seungmin continued his half-lie. He knew she wasn’t napping.

The group continued their conversation. Chatting about the comeback and a few other things till Seungmin announced he was gonna go check on his girlfriend. Walking up to their room and knocking before opening the door. Y/n peered at him through the cage as he walked in and closed the door behind him. Walking over to his girlfriend in the dog kennel.

“Good girl,” Seungmin smiled as he looked at her. Curled up in the kennel in nothing but a collar, dog ears, and a tail.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket and opened something. Y/n waited for a moment before the vibrations kicked on. She had almost forgotten about the vibe inside her. Whining, trying to keep her voice down, knowing their friends were downstairs.

Y/n watched him as he stood back up and then walked out the door. It was probably another twenty minutes before she heard the front door close, and then her boyfriend came back into the room. The bedroom door closed behind him as he walked over to the cage and unlatched it. Y/n looked up at him, waiting for his next instruction as he opened the gate. He grabbed her by the collar and pulled her out of the cage.

Y/n whined as he did so, laying her on the ground on all fours, “Did my dumb girl cum?” He asked as lifted her ass.

“No. Was good girl,” Y/n moaned as he moved around out of her sight.

Seungmin put a pillow under her knees before he turned the toy off and slowly pulled it out of her. Humming as he spread her hole open. “No? You’re soaked though pup.”

“All for you…” Y/n whined as two of his fingers entered her.

“Just for me?”

“Yes sir.”

Seungmin hummed behind her and pulled his fingers out of her. Replacing them a moment later with his dick. Y/n moaned as he pulled her up against him, “Not for the man last night?”

“W-who,” Y/n asked

“Hm, seems like I fucked the thought out of you last night,” Seungmin smiled

His hips pulled back and thrusted back into her. Smiling to himself as he kissed her neck. Leaving his mark on her neck as he fucked his girlfriend. Listening to her moans

“Can I cum… sir, please,” Y/n begged

“You think you deserve it now, pup? Deserve to come on my cock?”

“Mhm,” Y/n moaned as he bent her over, holding the back of her neck. “Yes sir! Been a good pup!”

“Yeah? Who do you belong to then? Tell me pup.”

“You sir! Pup belongs to you.”

“Good girl,” Seungmin smiled. “Go ahead pup. Cum on sir's cock.”

Y/n moaned as he kept up his pace. She clamped down around him as her orgasm washed over her. Squirming under him as he gripped her hips. Fucking her through her high before she went almost limp under him. Seungmin held her up as he rutted into her before white was painting her walls. His thrusting came to a halt slowly, burying himself deep inside her.

“Fuck,” Seungmin groaned as he leaned over her a bit. Trying to catch his breath before sitting back up.

“Gonna pull out bub,” Seungmin warned her

Y/n made a small noise before he pulled out of her. Gently picking her up and moving her to their bathroom. Sitting her on the toilet and taking off her collar and ears. “Bath?” he asked

“Yea,” Y/n sleepily agreed

Seungmin kissed her cheek before starting a bath for them. He let the water heat up while he grabbed clothes for the both of them. Placing them on the counter when he came back.

“Let’s get the tail out, baby.”

Seungmin helped her stand up a bit and pulled out the tail from her ass before sitting her back down and checking the water. Seungmin filled up their tub and put her in the warm water before getting in behind her, wrapping his arms around her.

“Thoughts on the cage or do you wanna talk about it after a nap?” He asked

“Nap,” Y/n sighed as she leaned into him

“Alright. Clean up then nap.”

Seungmin cleaned both of them, being gentle with his girlfriend. Helping her out of the tub and drying her off. Putting the clothes on her and getting her in their bed.

“I’m gonna go get some water real quick,” Seungmin told her and kissed her forehead. Quickly filling up two water bottles and going to join his girlfriend for a nap. Wrapping his arms around her and kissing her cheek, “You did good.”

Y/n sleepily hummed in response as she cuddled into her boyfriend.

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Veins of Violet

Logan Howlett X Fem!Reader

Part 6: Gem bracelet

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Wade had talked to his boss about what the guy running one of the drug warehouses had said. They assured him they'd keep us in the loop with any updates, but days had passed, and we hadn't heard anything. It was frustrating, but we knew this kind of waiting game was part of the deal. So, we went on with our lives, trying not to let the uncertainty hang over us.

I was still working at the flower shop with Laura, who had been under the weather lately. Wade and Logan had been going on missions without me since I had to cover some of Laura's shifts this week. I didn't mind, though—I enjoyed the quiet of the shop and the routine of arranging flowers, even if it meant missing out on the action. Logan and I had settled into a routine of our own. We made it a habit to have dinner together every evening, a small but comforting ritual that kept us connected despite our different schedules. Logan was always gone early in the morning, and I usually didn't come home until late afternoon after my shift. But no matter how busy the day had been, we always made time for dinner.

As I chopped vegetables for tonight's meal, my mind wandered to my upcoming birthday. It felt strange to think about, like crossing some invisible line into a new chapter of my life. I wasn't sure how I felt about it—excited, nervous, maybe a bit of both. 

Logan had been acting a little different lately, too—more attentive, more present. It felt as if we were becoming friends. The thought of it made me smile as I continued preparing dinner, the scent of garlic and herbs filling the kitchen.

In a few days, I'll be thirty. It felt like a milestone, and despite everything that had happened, I was looking forward to it. Maybe it was because, for the first time in a long while, I felt like I was exactly where I was supposed to be—working a job I enjoyed, living with people I cared about, and sharing dinners with someone who had become more important to me than I ever expected.

Logan stepped out of the shower, steam trailing behind him as he walked into the hallway, a towel slung low around his waist. His hair was damp, the droplets catching the light as they clung to the ends, and his muscles rippled subtly with each movement.

 I glanced up from the stove as he entered the kitchen, offering him a small smile. "Dinner's almost ready," I said, my voice casual, but I couldn't help but let my eyes linger on him for a moment longer than usual.

Logan nodded, his expression softening as he approached the counter. "Smells good," he murmured, his deep voice carrying a note of appreciation.

I turned back to the stove, giving the pasta one last stir before switching off the burner. "I hope you're hungry," I said, reaching for a pair of plates.

"Always," Logan replied, and though his tone was light, there was something in his eyes that made my heart skip a beat. He walked back to his room and came out with a black shirt and pajama pants that I bought for him at the store when I went shopping with Vanessa. 

As I plated the food, the comfortable silence between us was almost tangible. We'd grown used to these quiet moments—the kind where no words were needed; just the simple act of being together was enough. But tonight, there was something else—a subtle undercurrent that made the air feel charged, like we were both waiting for something, though neither of us knew exactly what.

I handed Logan his plate, and our fingers brushed briefly, sending a small jolt of electricity through me. 

"Here you go," I said, trying to ignore the flutter in my chest. 

"Thanks bub," Logan said, taking the plate from me, his fingers lingering just a moment longer than necessary. His gaze met mine, and for a second, it felt like the world around us had quieted, leaving just the two of us in this small, shared space. But then the moment passed, and Logan turned to take his seat at the table, leaving me to follow. As I sat down across from him, I couldn't help but wonder what exactly was brewing beneath the surface. 

After we finished eating, Logan got up to wash the dishes, which had become part of our routine—he'd clean up whenever I cooked. I appreciated it more than he probably knew; it was one of those small gestures that made our arrangement feel less like just two people sharing a space and more like... something else. As he stood at the sink, his broad shoulders flexing slightly under his t-shirt, I decided to set up a movie for us to watch. I'd been slowly introducing Logan to pop culture, with Wade chipping in occasionally, and tonight felt like the perfect time to share one of my favorites from childhood: It, the 1990s version. It was one of those films that had both terrified and fascinated me as a kid, and I was curious to see how Logan would react to it. I popped in the DVD, the familiar logo flickering on the screen, and adjusted the pillows on the couch, making it as cozy as possible. Logan finished up in the kitchen and joined me, drying his hands on a towel before tossing it aside.

"What's this one about?" he asked, eyeing the screen as he settled in next to me, the warmth of his presence immediately noticeable.

"It's a horror film," I replied, a small smile playing on my lips. "About a creepy clown named Pennywise. It scared the hell out of me when I was younger, but it's a classic. Thought it'd be a good one to show you since you missed out on all the pop culture stuff."

Logan raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "A clown, huh? Can't say I've ever found them particularly scary."

I chuckled, leaning back into the couch. "Yeah, well, let's see if this one changes your mind."

As the movie played, the familiar eerie music filling the room, I found myself occasionally glancing over at Logan to see his reaction. It was subtle, just a quick look here and there, but I was curious if he was enjoying it or if he found the whole thing ridiculous. Logan sat with his usual stoic expression, his eyes focused on the screen. He didn't flinch during the jump scares, and I couldn't quite tell if he was genuinely interested or just being polite. But every now and then, I noticed the slightest twitch at the corner of his mouth or the way his fingers drummed lightly against his leg during tense moments. It was clear he was engaged, even if he wasn't showing it in the typical way. I smiled to myself, finding a quiet comfort in the fact that we could share this moment. It wasn't just about introducing him to a part of my childhood; it was about seeing how our worlds could blend together, even in something as simple as watching a movie.

As the long three-hour movie hit the two-hour mark, the room's atmosphere had settled into a cozy lull. The tension of the film's earlier scenes had passed, leaving behind a quieter, more introspective part of the story. My eyelids began to feel heavy, the day's exhaustion finally catching up with me. Without realizing it, I leaned against Logan, my head finding a comfortable spot on his shoulder. The warmth from his body, combined with the steady rise and fall of his breathing, was soothing. It was a stark contrast to the eerie ambiance of the movie playing on the screen. My consciousness drifted, the lines between the film and reality blurring as I succumbed to sleep. 

Logan, feeling the sudden weight against his shoulder, glanced down at Violet. His expression softened as he noticed she had fallen asleep. He stayed perfectly still, not wanting to disturb her, though the unexpected closeness caught him off guard. There was something protective in the way he sat there, allowing her to rest against him, his usual guarded demeanor giving way to a rare moment of tenderness. As the movie continued to play, Logan kept his eyes on the screen, but his attention was divided. He was acutely aware of the soft rhythm of her breathing, the way her hair brushed against his arm, and the undeniable warmth of the moment that had quietly formed between them.

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A few days had passed since that movie night with Logan, and now, it was my birthday—the big thirty. I woke up late, the soft morning light filtering through the curtains, promising a beautiful day ahead. There was a quiet excitement in the air, a feeling that today would be special. As I stretched and reached for my phone, I saw that it was already noon. Two notifications caught my eye, both simple but sweet reminders that people were thinking of me today. The first was from Vanessa, a bright "Happy Birthday!" with a string of emojis. The second was from Wade, in typical Wade fashion, a slightly more chaotic but equally heartfelt birthday message. I smiled to myself, feeling a warmth in my chest. Wade and Logan were out on a mission, so I had the apartment all to myself. It was unusual for me to wake up so late, but today, it felt right to indulge in a slow morning. I had the whole day ahead of me, and the possibilities felt endless. As I got out of bed and made my way to the kitchen, I couldn't help but wonder what the day would bring. There was something about birthdays that made everything seem a little brighter, a little more magical.

I put on my music and blasted it in my room while I sipped on my homemade iced coffee. The familiar beats filled the space, setting a vibrant tone for the day. As I got ready, I couldn't help but reflect on how much had changed over the past year. Life had taken unexpected turns, some challenging and others surprisingly wonderful. 

Logan's presence in my life was one of those surprises. He had entered my world in a way I hadn't anticipated, and now, looking back, I realized how much I appreciated having him around. He wasn't the type to openly admit it, but I knew we had become close. There was a comfort in our routine, in the way we shared meals and moments of quiet together. 

I decided to take my time getting dressed, choosing something that made me feel good—comfortable yet pretty. I slipped into a soft blue pastel mini dress that hugged my curves in all the right places, making me feel confident and effortlessly chic. The color complemented my skin tone, and the fit was just right, accentuating my figure without being too over the top. I let my hair fall naturally, the soft waves framing my face in a way that felt relaxed and authentic. For makeup, I kept it light and fresh, just a touch of mascara to bring out my eyes and a hint of blush to give my cheeks a natural glow. I finished it off with a swipe of lip gloss, nothing too bold, just enough to make me feel put together. It was my day, and I wanted to feel at ease—comfortable in my skin, enjoying the simple pleasures of the moment.

Vanessa had planned a girls' day out since she had the day off today, and we agreed that 2 o'clock would be the perfect time to meet up. To start my birthday right, I made myself a special breakfast—two pancakes topped with whipped cream and sprinkles. It was a tradition my grandparents had started, making this exact breakfast for me every year on my birthday. It's a tradition I will never break, no matter what.

As I sat at the kitchen table, the sweet scent of pancakes filling the room, memories of my grandparents flooded my mind. They had always made my birthdays special, and even though they were gone, their love and warmth still lingered in these small, cherished moments. Tears welled up in my eyes, the ache of missing them sharper on days like this. But I quickly took a deep breath, reminding myself that today was supposed to be a fun day, not one filled with sorrow. Wiping away the tears, I focused on the joy they would have wanted me to feel, determined to make the most of this day and honor their memory by celebrating the way they always had—with love, laughter, and a little bit of sweetness.

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It was finally 2 o'clock when I heard a knock on my door. I was in the middle of washing my dishes, so I used my powers to unlock the door, yelling, "Come in!"

Vanessa walked in with a big smile on her face, her energy contagious as she practically ran over to me, wrapping me in a tight hug.

"Happy birthday, Vi!" she exclaimed, squeezing me like she hadn't seen me in years, even though it had only been a few days.

I laughed, returning the hug just as tightly. "Thanks, Nessa. You're in a good mood!"

"Of course I am! It's your big day, and we're going to make it amazing!" she said, finally pulling back but keeping her hands on my shoulders, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "I've got the whole day planned, and trust me, you're going to love it."

Her enthusiasm was infectious, and I couldn't help but smile back at her. "Alright, alright. I'm ready for whatever you've got in store."

"Good," she said, giving me one last squeeze before letting go. "Now, let's get going. The day's not going to celebrate itself!"

I grabbed my purse, and with one last glance at my cozy apartment, we headed out the door, ready to take on whatever adventures Vanessa had planned for my special day.

As we walked in the hallway, Vanessa kept the conversation lively, talking about all the fun things we were going to do. We laughed and joked as we walked, the day already feeling special with just the two of us together.

But as we were heading down the street, Vanessa suddenly stopped and snapped her fingers. 

"Oh shoot, I forgot my bag at my place. We need to swing by and grab it real quick."

I smiled, shaking my head. "No problem. You and that bag, I swear."

She laughed, looping her arm through mine as we changed direction toward her apartment. "Hey, a girl's got to be prepared, right?"

It didn't take long to reach her place, and as we approached the door, Vanessa seemed a little more excited than usual. She fumbled with her keys, her hands practically shaking with anticipation, which I found a bit odd but didn't think much of Finally, she swung the door open, and I stepped inside, expecting the usual cozy vibe of her place. But instead, I was greeted by the sight of streamers, balloons, and a huge "Happy Birthday, Violet!" banner hanging across the living room.

"Surprise!" a chorus of voices shouted, startling me as a crowd of our friends, including Wade and even Logan, who I thought was on a mission, popped out from behind furniture and decorations.

I stood there, completely stunned, my mouth hanging open in shock. "Oh my God," I whispered, taking in the scene. "You guys..."

Vanessa beamed, her eyes shining with happiness as she grabbed my hand. "Happy Birthday, Vi! We couldn't let you celebrate this big day without throwing you a party!"

Wade was the first to rush over, pulling me into a dramatic bear hug. "You're growing up so fast, sugar plum," he said in a mockingly sentimental tone, his voice dripping with exaggerated emotion. He even pretended to wipe away a tear, adding to the theatrics.

I couldn't help but laugh, playfully shoving him away. "Oh, shut up, Wade," I said, rolling my eyes but smiling at his antics. "You're impossible."

Wade grinned, clearly pleased with himself. "But you love me anyway, don't you, birthday girl?" he teased, wrapping an arm around my shoulders as we both looked around at the party in full swing.

I laughed, still in disbelief. "I honestly had no idea... This is amazing!" Logan stepped forward, a small, almost shy smile on his face. "Happy Birthday, Violet," he said, his voice gruff but sincere.I felt a warmth spread through me at his words, a smile tugging at my lips as I met his gaze. "Thank you, Logan," I replied softly, appreciating the genuine sentiment behind his simple words.There was a brief moment of silence, and in that pause, I could feel the connection between us, something unspoken but understood. It was a small, quiet moment in the midst of the party, but it meant the world to me. Vanessa squeezed my hand, pulling me back into the moment. "Come on, let's get this party started! We've got food, drinks, and plenty of surprises left."

As the music kicked in and everyone started to mingle, I found myself smiling from ear to ear. This was more than I could have ever asked for—a day surrounded by the people I cared about, feeling loved and appreciated. It was the perfect start to a new chapter in my life.

After hours of drinking and laughter, I felt the fatigue creeping in, and I quietly slipped away from the crowd, finding solace on the couch. The noise from the back of the apartment seemed distant as I sank into the cushions, taking a moment to breathe.

Not long after, Logan appeared, walking over to me with his usual calm demeanor. He sat down next to me—not too close, but close enough that I could catch the faint scent of beer on his breath as he leaned in slightly.

"I didn't want to give you this in front of everyone else," he began, his voice low and a bit hesitant. "But I got this bracelet for you. I thought you might like it... I don't know, if you don't like it, it's okay."

He held out a small box, his expression a mix of uncertainty and hope. I could tell he wasn't used to giving gifts, especially something as personal as this, and it made the gesture all the more meaningful.

I took the box from him, feeling the weight of the moment as I opened it. Inside was a delicate bracelet, simple yet beautiful, with a small charm that caught the light just right. It was understated, something that could be worn every day, and I could tell he had put thought into choosing it.

"It's perfect," I said softly, my fingers brushing over the charm as I looked up at him. "Thank you, Logan. I love it."

Relief washed over his face, and he gave a small nod, his gaze softening. "I'm glad," he replied, his voice carrying that familiar gruffness, but with a warmth that made my heart flutter.

I smiled, feeling a surge of affection for this man who had become such an important part of my life. "It means a lot that you thought of me."

Logan didn't say anything, but the look in his eyes spoke volumes. We sat there in comfortable silence for a while, the party noise fading into the background, both of us content to share this quiet, intimate moment. 

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It was around nine o'clock when the party started winding down, and people began to filter out. Vanessa, still full of energy, suggested we should all head to the club just a short walk from here to keep the celebration going. Everyone agreed enthusiastically, and the idea of dancing and letting loose sounded perfect after the night we'd had. But as I glanced down at the pastel blue dress I was wearing, I realized it wasn't exactly club material.

"I'm going to head back to my apartment to change first," I said, and Vanessa nodded with understanding.

"Good idea," she said with a grin. "You've got that black mini dress I got you for Christmas, right? It's perfect for tonight."

"Exactly what I was thinking," I replied with a smile.

We all decided to meet back at the club once I was ready. As I made my way to my apartment, I felt a wave of excitement wash over me. It had been a while since I'd had a night out like this, and I was looking forward to letting loose. Once I got home, I quickly changed into the black mini dress. It was sleek and fitted, hugging my curves in all the right places. The fabric shimmered slightly under the light, and as I looked at myself in the mirror, I couldn't help but feel a surge of confidence. This was definitely more fitting for a night out. With a final touch-up to my makeup and a spritz of perfume, I grabbed my purse and headed out the door, ready to rejoin the others and make this birthday one to remember.

As I made my way back to Vanessa's apartment, i could feel the excitement bubbling up again. The night was young, and the promise of dancing and fun with my friends had my spirits lifted. When I  walked into Vanessa's place, everyone was already gathered, ready to head out.

Wade immediately greeted me with his usual flair. "Well, well, if it isn't the belle of the ball! That dress—now that's what I call club material," he said with an exaggerated wink, making everyone laugh. I smiled, giving a playful twirl. "Thanks, Wade. Nessa picked it out." 

Wade grinned, clearly pleased. "Nessa's got good taste, no doubt about that. You're gonna be the center of attention tonight, Vi!"

As the group started to chat and gather their things, Logan's gaze never left Violet. He stood a little apart from the others, his eyes following her every move. The way the dress hugged her figure, the way her hair fell just right—it all captivated him in a way he couldn't quite explain. There was something about seeing her so confident and radiant that made it impossible for him to look away. But, as usual, Violet was blissfully unaware of the attention she was receiving from Logan. She was caught up in the excitement of the evening, laughing with Vanessa and Wade, and completely oblivious to the way Logan's gaze lingered on her, filled with an intensity that only he understood. Vanessa, on the other hand, wasn't oblivious at all. She noticed the way Logan's eyes stayed fixed on Violet, the way his expression softened when he looked at her. A knowing smile tugged at Vanessa's lips as she exchanged a quick glance with Wade, who raised an eyebrow in response. There was definitely something more between those two, even if Violet didn't see it yet. With everyone ready to go, they headed out into the night, Logan walking close to Violet, as if unconsciously drawn to her. She, still completely unaware of the effect she was having on him, continued to chat with Vanessa, her laughter echoing down the hallway as they made their way to the club, ready to dance the night away.

Vanessa led the way, confidently striding up to the bouncer at the front of the long line. With a quick exchange of smiles and a nod, he unhooked the velvet rope, letting us bypass the waiting crowd. We walked in, greeted by the thumping bass of the music and the flashing lights that turned the club into a vibrant blur of color and sound. The energy inside was electric. The dance floor was packed with people moving to the beat, their bodies swaying in sync with the rhythm. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, perfume, and the faint tang of alcohol. It was the perfect atmosphere for a night of celebration. Vanessa and Wade immediately headed for the bar, eager to get the night started with a round of drinks. I followed, feeling the infectious energy of the place start to seep into my veins. Logan stayed close by, his presence grounding me amidst the chaos of the club.

As we reached the bar, Vanessa turned to me with a grin. "What's your poison tonight, birthday girl?"

I laughed, feeling the excitement bubble up inside me. "Surprise me," I said, trusting her to pick something good.

Wade leaned in, his voice barely audible over the music. "Something strong for the lady—she deserves it."

Vanessa nodded at the bartender, who quickly mixed up a colorful concoction and slid it over to me. I took a sip, the sweet yet potent flavors dancing on my tongue. 

"Perfect," I said, raising my glass to them.

"To Violet's big night out!" Wade declared, lifting his drink high.

We all clinked glasses, the sound of the toast lost in the booming music but the sentiment clear. After a few more sips, Vanessa grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the dance floor, eager to get moving.

"Come on, Vi! Let's show them how it's done!" she shouted over the music, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

I couldn't help but laugh as Vanessa dragged me into the sea of dancers, the music pulsing through my body. "Rock Your Body" by Justin Timberlake blasted through the speakers, the infectious rhythm driving everyone on the dance floor into a frenzy. The lights flickered and flashed, casting everything in a surreal, almost dreamlike glow. It felt like we were in another world, one where nothing mattered except the beat of the music and the joy of the moment.

As we danced, I caught a glimpse of Logan watching from the edge of the dance floor, his eyes locked on me. Even in the dim light, I could see the intensity in his gaze, a mix of emotions swirling just beneath the surface. But I was too wrapped up in the moment, too caught up in the euphoria of the night to dwell on it.

Tonight was about fun, about letting go and enjoying myself, and I was determined to make the most of it.

After dancing to five songs straight, my energy began to wane, and I decided it was time for a break. The heat from the dance floor clung to my skin, and I could feel the light sheen of sweat forming on my forehead. I made my way through the dance floor leaving Wade and Vanessa in the crowd, dodging groups of dancers and squeezing past clusters of people. Finally, I spotted Logan sitting at the bar, his broad shoulders hunched slightly as he nursed a drink. I walked over to him, feeling the cool air by the bar providing a much-needed respite from the intensity of the dance floor. As I approached, Logan looked up, his eyes meeting mine. There was something in his gaze—something deeper, more intense than I was used to seeing.

"Taking a break?" he asked, his voice low, almost a rumble.

"Yeah," I replied, sliding onto the stool next to him. "Five songs in a row is my limit, I think. I needed to cool off."

He nodded, his eyes flicking over me for a moment, lingering just a bit longer than usual. "You looked like you were having fun out there."

"I was," I said with a smile. "It's been a while since I've let loose like that."

Logan took a sip of his drink, his gaze still fixed on me. There was a pause, a brief moment of silence between us that felt charged, like there was something unspoken lingering in the air.

"You want something to drink?" he finally asked, breaking the tension.

"Sure, I'll have a soda," I replied, still catching my breath.

Logan signaled the bartender, ordering my drink before turning back to me. As I waited, I couldn't help but notice how he seemed more relaxed here, away from the noise and chaos of the dance floor. But there was also that intensity in his eyes, the same one I'd seen earlier. It made me wonder what was going on behind that stoic exterior of his.

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Logan and I had been talking for a while, the conversation flowing naturally between us despite the noise of the club. The energy in the room was electric, with the bass vibrating through the floor and the lights casting everyone in a kaleidoscope of colors. We shared a few laughs, occasionally letting the silence settle comfortably between us, a silence that felt more like understanding than anything else. But then, as if on cue, a guy appeared next to me. He slid in smoothly, cutting through the crowd with a kind of effortless confidence that immediately drew attention. He was tall, well-built, and his smile held that practiced charm that suggested he was no stranger to approaching women in places like this.

"Hey there," he said, leaning in close so I could hear him over the pounding music. His voice was smooth, almost too smooth, and it carried that easygoing assurance that made it clear he was used to getting what he wanted. "You look like you're having a good time. Mind if I join you?"

His eyes met mine, his gaze lingering just a bit too long as if to make sure he had my attention. I couldn't help but smile back, caught off guard but not entirely opposed to the idea. After all, it was my birthday, and a little harmless flirting wasn't going to hurt anyone.

"Sure," I replied, my voice light, matching his tone. "Why not?"

Logan's posture stiffened almost imperceptibly beside me, but I was too focused on the conversation with this new guy to notice. The stranger took it as a sign to move in closer, resting his arm casually on the back of my chair, his body angled toward me in a way that clearly marked his interest.

"What's your name?" he asked, his smile never wavering.

"Violet," I replied, still smiling. "And yours?"

"Mark," he said, offering his hand for a shake. His grip was firm, his touch lingering just a bit longer than necessary. "So, Violet, what brings you out here tonight? Celebrating something special?"

"Actually, yeah. It's my birthday," I said, feeling a bit of pride in the declaration.

"Birthday girl, huh?" Mark's smile widened, and he leaned in even closer. "Well, happy birthday, Violet. How about I buy you a drink to celebrate?"

I glanced at Logan, who was watching the exchange with an expression I couldn't quite read. His eyes were darker than usual, a storm brewing behind them, but he said nothing. It was as if he was trying to keep his composure, but the tension in his body was palpable.

"I'm good, thanks," I replied to Mark, still smiling but feeling a strange undercurrent of tension between Logan and me.

Mark, undeterred, simply shrugged. "Suit yourself. But let me know if you change your mind."He stayed close, continuing the small talk, his eyes never leaving mine. I could feel the weight of Logan's gaze on me, heavy and intense, but I brushed it off, assuming he was just being his usual stoic self.

As the conversation with Mark carried on, I noticed Logan's hand clench around his glass, his knuckles turning white. He was holding back, clearly, but from what? The realization that something deeper was going on hit me, but before I could say anything, Mark reached out, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear, his fingers grazing my skin.

Logan  set his drink down with a thud, the sound barely audible over the music but enough to catch my attention. "We need to talk," he said, his voice tight, almost a growl, as he stared at me with an intensity that made my breath catch.

Startled by the sudden change in his tone, I blinked at him, momentarily confused. "Now?"

"Yeah," Logan said, his eyes flicking to Mark for a brief moment before settling back on me. "Now."I hesitated, unsure of what had caused this sudden shift in his mood. But something in Logan's gaze told me this wasn't something to brush off. I turned back to Mark, giving him an apologetic smile. "Sorry, I have to go."

Mark looked between us, clearly sensing the tension but not entirely understanding it. "No worries. Maybe I'll catch you later?"

I nodded, though I knew there wouldn't be a later. I turned to Logan, whose eyes hadn't left me, and allowed him to lead me away from the bar, leaving the flashing lights and pounding music behind as we found a quieter corner of the club. The entire time, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was about to change, something that had been building for a long time.

Logan finally stopped, turning to face me, his expression a mix of frustration and something else I couldn't quite place. "What's going on?" I asked, still confused by the sudden shift in his mood.

He took a deep breath, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made my heart race. For a moment, he seemed like he was about to say something, but then, as if he couldn't find the right words, he just shook his head.

"Forget it," Logan muttered, his voice rough, like he was fighting to keep something buried deep inside. Without another word, he turned on his heel and walked away, leaving me standing there, stunned and alone.

I watched him disappear into the crowd, my heart pounding in my chest, my mind racing with confusion and frustration. What had just happened? Why had he pulled me aside if he wasn't going to say anything?

The music continued to throb around me, but I felt disconnected from it, from the entire scene. Logan had left me standing there with a million questions and no answers, and all I could do was watch as he vanished into the throng of people, leaving me wondering what the Fuck had just happened.

Part 7: I feel like i'm drowning

[frownyalfred]

Ugh I’m sorry canon purists are harassing you. For what it’s worth we all love your headcanons & fics ❤️

Thank you 💜 I have never purported to be a canon expert or purist on here, and I really hope that’s clear. Being told I have a “responsibility” to use my “platform” a certain way is wild. That’s how we talk to politicians, bub. Not Tumblr blogs.

[doitforbangchan]

Ok so question for the abanb series, what are all nicknames for baby from each member? they have to have at least their top of cute nicknames for her from each of them + i’m curious to find out baby’s nicknames for each of them also! btw i hope u r doing great🫶❤️

i am actually so terrible with seeing my messages i am sorry i missed this for so long thank you soooooooo much i hope your also doing wonderful 💜💖

ofc channie coined the name baby for her but he also calls her his love a lot or lover 💕 she calls him channie or sometimes chanifer and love

minho keeps it pretty standard, calling her baby or by her name sometimes when he's teasing or mad. sometimes he will switch it up and call her his little brat. baby calls him min, grumpykins (when hes being a dick), and sometimes to make him flustered she calls him kitty boy. lets not forget he likes to be called sir.. 👀

binnie is partial to the nickname sweetcheeks, he loves to pinch omegas chunky cheeks as he says it, eventually it evolves to different names that have the word sweet- sweetbuns, sweetiepie ect. omega would begin to call him sweetbin in return and it would eventfully evolve to sweet bean then just beanie lol

i think hyunjin would call her lover girl and he would call himself her lover boy and would get them matching shirts that says it because he is extra like that and omega just loves it

omg jisung would give her something ridiculous like snugglebug and would use it exclusively, baby and snugglebug only for his man! in return baby calls him squishy bcuz she loves his chunky cheeks so much, and sometimes jiji

sweet felix calls her his heart, his darling, his love 💖 baby likes to call him lixie, pixie, freckles, and ever since the farmers market she also calls him melonman

we all know seungmin loves to call baby puppy and pup, he just thinks it fits her so well- his obedient little puppy 🐶 he pretends not to be flustered when she calls him bubs or bubo or her personal favorite mongie. he has to hide his blush every time

last but not least innie calls her stinky. in an affectionate way ofc! his little stinky. not because she smells bad but because when shes around the only thing he can smell is her and her delicious scent. if hes extra playful he calls her stink monster. baby in retaliation calls him mcmeany, she did call him mcdreamy due to his sexy cheekbones but after being called stink so many times she changed it to mcmeany. its playful for both of them tho and neither mind it

all the boys primarily use baby or omega to adress her but it is nice to throw in a little variety once in a while. i think these names work for each boy 🥰