#my bub 💜

[allylovesyaxx]

Happy birthday to my one and only 💜 @bigballsacksammy

[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.

[sweetestcaptainhughes]

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. 

[kat-thepoet]

Veins of Violet

Logan Howlett X Fem!Reader

Part 6: Gem bracelet

A/N: Hi all! Hope you guys are enjoying the story! Make sure to comment to be added to my tag list if you want to get notified when I post. Enjoy! 💜🩵

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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.

[ronearoundblindly]

Hi Ro! I know I'm late to this party, but can I get B and F for Steve?

Thank you! 💜

Never too late, darling! This is tumblr, not a job 😁

This one got away with me. It got weirdly sappy for the categories asked, but I went with general Steve from no particular universe here, plus a nondescript part of the timeline or beyond, could even kinda be AU--if you squint--except Steve is definitely famous in some capacity and was small when young. (I just think he happens to look very cuff-able in this gif so we roll with it.)

These dirty asks from this game are aptly titled, so MINORS DNI.

B - Bondage

He can't exactly be tied up, not by anything commercially available, but Steve surprisingly likes the chance to sit still, take a backseat, and enjoy experiencing your enjoyment. He used to be so small. He assumed he'd never have the power he does now.

The restraints, as useless as they are, work as a calming tool to shut off his brain for a while. He's not responsible for anything. That's nice. Very freeing. The act of binding him is in itself roleplay; he's playing small and weak.

He's noticed something else, too.

Over the weeks and months you two have repeated this ritual of tying him up, and you both understand just how much it doesn't remotely hurt him, you've grown...more aggressive with the bonds. It's only when you're tying them--never an ounce of it in anything that follows--but he watches and realizes that you relieve frustration by pulling harder, knotting tighter, heaving around until their just so.

At this point, since Steve can do nothing else, he loves to see it. He's heard short and vague accounts from you, of shitty behavior, of innuendo, of back-handed compliments about how you do so well even with Steve. How his reputation must boost you. How you don't have to work so hard or be good because he'll carry you. How your accomplishments are all tied to him somehow.

It's not true, but they say it. They mean it. Steve can do nothing but let you physically yoke him down in your life, even for a few minutes. The weight it seems to lift from your shoulders is worth any momentary sting he might feel.

No. Steve doesn't mind the bonds at all. He even hates that you can't restrain him for real. He wishes he could give you that. Then people might see that you're just that powerful and you've always been that strong. He had nothing to do with it.

Okay, one sec, let me pull myself together here. YIKES.

IT BECAME ITS OWN FIC! [Entwined]

F - Food Play

[Fools Rush In Steve a.k.a. Sketch is notoriously anti-crumbs-in-the-bed, so he is 1000% not a part of this convo. Sorry, bub.]

YUP. Steve loves to feed you. It's a care thing. He always wants your opinion of all the food on the table, so you have to try everything. Here! Try this. The fork is already by your lips and he's smiling eagerly.

In the bedroom? Oh yes, he is very fond of licking sweet things off you and having them licked off him. It's one of the things that seems to tickle Steve the most--body and soul--and it's so playful. He even gets to lean into having a fast metabolism and needing calories after his workouts. If he drizzles honey or chocolate syrup on you, or hilariously fizzes too much whipped cream out of the canister he has not gotten the hang of yet, then that's a snack and a half. That's multitasking. That's just good time management, ya know?

Savory stuff is for meals and the table though. There's none of that that gets played with during sex. He's never outright said that's a rule, but it seems obvious when there's never been a crossover event.

Super random shout out to Steve having a bit of a thing for champagne and licking it off your neck after he deliberately splashes or pours it there. The bubbles tickle like hell and the cold is so shocking, but whatever, he loves it.

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Thank you for asking!

Ack, I can feel in my bones that the bondage one might end up as a one shot. I am in so much trouble.

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[shkika]

-looks at ur tags on my gijinka post- oh really? then i challenge thee to join me in the bottomless pit of madness that is the endless unconditional platonic love Moon and Sig have for each other. come and fall with me!!!! draw a hug, a high five or them laughing together on one of Sig's dumb fuck jokes- the possibilities reach further than the borders of infinity... (/lh ofc, only if u feel like it, bub. i'm glad you enjoy my takes on 'em! 💜)

I hand thee a quick little doodle, I adore them beyond belief!!

[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 🥰

[mayolive-writes]

Thighs - Namjoon

💜 Part 1 💜 Part 2 💜

Pairing: dom!namjoon x AFAB sub!reader Summary: Namjoon can't believe he never noticed your thighs before.

Wordcount: 2253

Genre: Smut, established relationship

Warnings: body worship, use of pet names (baby, bay girl, angel, etc), fingering, joon really likes your thighs lmao (i mean it, take them away from him), riding, unprotected sex (don't be a dipshit, dipshit), reader uses "sir"

Minors DNI

A/N: This is my first time sharing my writing, i just hope at least one person enjoys it lmao

Edit: There's a part 2 now! Linked above.

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Namjoon stares in amazement…

Three years.

He can’t believe that after three years of dating you he’d never properly appreciated your thighs. Was he blind?

Well, not anymore, because here he is staring at you from across the couch. Your simple pink silk pajama shorts adorn them beautifully like gift wrap, and it takes everything in him not to unwrap them ravenously.

They jiggle with every slight movement, looking smooth, creamy, and sweet. Like honey butter.

You feel Namjoon’s eyes on you. “Something wrong, bub?” you ask quietly. God, you have no clue what you can bring out in him.

Looking away awkwardly and clearing his throat, Namjoon brushes your question off with a brief ‘nothing’ in response. Unfortunately for him, your suspicions aren’t eased.

Instead of letting it go, you pause the show you’re watching together. “Don’t lie to me…” Shifting and crawling to sit in front of him (he absolutely, totally did not notice the way your thighs moved as you crawled closer to him), you giggle your sweet giggle and take his face into your hands. You focus diligently on leaving feather-soft pecks on every inch of his face, light and sugary, saving his lips for last. You ask once more, “What’s wrong? Did something happen at work today?”

Blushing a little, Namjoon takes a deep breath in, chastising himself for his ridiculous thoughts. You’ve both had a long day and need rest. Not what his mind was brewing up mere moments ago. After collecting himself for a few seconds, he looks at you with gentle eyes, reiterating, “It’s nothing, baby.” It comes out as a whisper, his minty breath hitting your face.

You smile as he wraps his arms loosely around your waist, “Alright, alright.” Sighing exasperatedly, you play the show again and cuddle into his chest. Comfortable, and now calm, Namjoon takes ahold of your warm, delicate hand. He caresses it happily, enjoying the feeling.

Everything is fine now.

Not.

Eventually, an action scene arrives in the show. You stiffen, sitting up in his lap. As the tension in the air rises, your leg starts to jump up and down with restlessness.

Namjoon most certainly notices, but his eyes are Gorilla-glued to the screen, desperate not to look over.

But no.

Your thighs scream his name.

His sweatpants tighten.

As the tension continues to rise on screen it also rises in him. Namjoon’s hand moves slowly to your thigh. He caresses it, enjoying the softness. You look at his hand, his actions catching your attention—the way his fingers leave a burning trail, one that makes your cheeks red.

Just as a gunshot fires in the drama, you jump. In this short period, Namjoon swipes the remote, hopeless, and desperate. Your head shoots towards him, “Hey—” you pause at the look in his eyes.

You get it now.

“Joonie are yo—mmf—” you’re silenced as he gently presses his lips against yours, pushing you into the sofa. “Oh-“ you gasp between kisses. Heat rises, gentleness is abandoned for sucking, biting, licking. He swipes his tongue at your bottom lip—practically demanding entrance into your hot mouth. It sends shivers down your spine, eliciting a soft moan. “This is sudden.“ before your breathless comment makes him pause, but you pull him closer, giving him permission to continue. He nips lightly at your lips and you submit, granting him entrance into your mouth and planting your hands deep in his hair.

Hands searching, Namjoon grasps at your left thigh, squeezing, rubbing them up and down. “Fuck, angel, you’re so gorgeous.” He speaks against the kiss before ducking his head down to the crook of your neck, making you seize up, whimpering. Your neck has always been sensitive. “relax, baby, just hold on tight.” Whispering, he reassures you.

As he busies himself with your neck, engraving it with his mark—or several of them, you move to pull his loose t-shirt off,  struggling to combat your rapidly weakening limbs.

Nonetheless, it lands discarded on the floor.

Reaching under your top, Namjoon slides his hand across your abdomen, his chilly fingers causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. You curl into his touch obediently.

Moving quickly, it takes no time at all before Namjoon is planting a light kiss on your inner thigh. Your legs go weak, trembling at the wispy yet pleasurable sensation. A weak mewl emits from you. “J-Joonie-“ He kisses the tender skin once more. It’s supple and burning against his lips. You gasp as he licks it, feeling a dire determination to know what it tastes like.  

Sweet.

It’s subtle but so palpable. Your thighs shake and threaten to close but Namjoon grips them firmly, holding them open. “Hold still for me, angel.” He breathes against your sensitive skin as he speaks—it’s hot and searing, forcing a whine out of you. Chuckling at your whimpery reaction, Namjoon asks, “Do you like that, baby?”

You have no option but to answer honestly and breathlessly, “Y-yes-“

So, he moves up your thighs, leaving love bites and deeply bruised hickeys. They’re various shades of blue and purple, a beautifully painted watercolor. The proud work of Namjoon and his hunger. Every mewl, whimper, moan, and plea that bursts from your lips revs him further. Your back arches the closer he travels to your core, but your thighs remain under his iron grip unable to close. You’re undoubtedly soaked by now. “You love the way I ruin you so nicely, don’t you? So desperate and needy.”

Struggling to catch your breath, you don’t answer.

“Answer me, angel,” He commands you, squeezing your thigh roughly. “Good girls use their words.”

“Yes!” You gasp as he sucks extra harshly on a preexisting hickey.

Satisfied, he leans away momentarily, meeting your eyes. “Baby, can I keep going?” You hastily nod your head, now just as needy as he is.

Namjoon decides to take his time despite the hardness within his sweatpants. At a painstakingly slow rate, he slips off your silky rose tank top. He attaches his fiery lips to the sensitive tip of your breast, forcing a groan from your eager body. As he works with your breasts, leaving a similar watercolor painting as your thighs, he pulls off your shorts—as well as your lacy undies.

His hand is once more on your thigh, inching, inching, inching towards your core. “Joon, hurry up, please.” You beg him.

“Shhh, be patient babygirl.” He kisses against your lips sensually, but just as slowly as his fingers trail to your core. They leave teasing circles in particularly sensitive spots—ones that he knows will make you crumble further beneath him. The subtle and carnal tingle is deliciously gratifying. But it’s all so, so slow.

It’s agonizing. The desire pools in your stomach, heavy and pleading for release. Unable to help it, your hips thrust up. “P-please I-“

“I told you to be patient.” Cutting you off, he growls under his breath. He puts more weight against your middle, effectively pinning you. You squirm but the dominance only wets your core even more.

Legs wobbly and weak, you can only keen into every precise touch. You try to focus on breathing as your senses become overloaded. His lips don’t leave your chest—a peck here, a tug on the nipple there, every moment is shocking to your overstimulated system. Heavy breathing speckled with moans serves as the backdrop.

Trapped. Trapped in bliss you almost don’t notice that his nimble fingers have met your core, finally.

You instantly moan loudly at the touch, “Joon!” He buries his digits deep, spreading your juices. His thumb grazes your clit, summoning a guttural moan from deep within as it circles your bundle of nerves.

“You sound so pretty, baby.” His melodic voice only deepens your pleasure. Without warning, he thrusts a finger in you, following a slow rhythm. Your back arches from the friction, only to be stopped by his chest that’s still holding you in place. “Open your eyes, baby.” You attempt to do so, but the pressure that’s building is almost too much.

Namjoon won’t have that.

He stops all movement, making you whine, helplessly squirming under his weight. “Open. Your. Eyes.” He softly whispers. This time you follow his instructions and look straight into Namjoon’s darkened pupils. “Good girl.”

Resuming movement, he curls his fingers, hitting just the right spot. His lips meet your neck once more, going back over the hickeys he left earlier. All these sensations all at once are practically suffocating, everything building up the tension in you, stretching the rubber band.

“Joon I’m- I’m close-“ you plead with your eyes, holding him close for support

“No,” Namjoon whispers to you, leaving velvety kisses on your lips, “Not until I say.”

You let out a throaty moan, doing your utmost not to let go. Every part of you wants to release, but you hold off.

Every noise becomes breathless as you hug Namjoon closer, desperate not to snap.

“Namjoon, please-“ you cut yourself off by releasing another moan.

“You wanna cum, don’t you?” Namjoon asks as he slows the pace his fingers move.

“Y-yes!”

“Well, good girls ask for what they want. You’re a good girl, aren’t you? Tell me what you want, beg for it.” He bites at your earlobe as you listen. The thought of vocalizing your desires makes you more flushed than ever. But your body screams for release. “Speak up, angel.”

“Please- Please let me…” You stop near the end, embarrassed. Namjoon stops all movement and begins to remove his fingers from your core. Crying out in disappointment you reach for him, “No!”

“You weren’t being good, angel.”

“Please let me cum!” Letting it out all at once you bury your head in Namjoon’s chest. “Please… sir.”

“Fuck” Namjoon growls into your ear. You whine once more, chest heaving. He grinds himself onto you, making you jolt, and continues rolling his clothed length onto your core. He’s undone you completely and all you can do is cry desperately, begging for more.

Finally, he leans down to your ear and whispers, “Ride me, angel.”

Your breath hitches at his demand, “But s-sir—”

“Shhh,” He sets you up on his lap, “Be a good girl, I’ll make you feel good.”

Namjoon’s hand puts a light pressure on your clit before you yelp, “O-okay!”

Quickly peeling his boxers off, Namjoon discards them next to your silk shorts. It’s not long before you’ve settled once again on his lap. You line up your entrance with his length.

Namjoon does nothing to help. He only watches as you slowly descend on him, whining every step of the way. You brace yourself on his shoulders, “J-Joon it’s too much—”

He takes hold of your thighs, “Keep going, you’re doing so well, angel—fuck-” Namjoon’s grip on your thighs hardens and he helps bring you down until you’ve bottomed out. You squirm at how full you feel, wanting to move. You begin to grind on him—your patience running thin. “Shit—just like that baby” he praises your movement, guiding you along.

As you keep moving, Namjoon begins to quietly moan at the feeling of you riding him. He can’t hold any of it in—eventually he’s sucking at your neck to hold back from crying out altogether. His entire existence spurs you on. Losing your strength, you lean into his chest. Your hips have begun to ache, but you only need more of him. “Sir you—you make me feel so good-“ softly speaking, your words have a devastating effect.

“Oh god, baby—you’re so good. Keep going—” His words are broken from pleasure, “F-faster. Go faster for me—”

Ever the obedient partner, you listen to him. “Yes sir…” your words drift off as you keep focus. Namjoon becomes fueled, lifting your face to his and bringing you into a deep kiss. All your walls have come down as he explores your mouth.

“Call me that again—do it again, pretty girl.” His name for you causes your stomach to sink in arousal.

“Sir—ah!” As you speak through the kiss, Namjoon begins to thrust up into you. Suddenly your words become a mantra of “sir” and “more” until he’s taken over complete control. “I’m close, sir—please--”

“Go on, sweetheart, keep going. Let go for me.” He revs you further, meeting you with every thrust and making you cry out in pitched whines.

“I-I’m—” You don’t get a chance to finish; with only a few more thrusts, you come undone. Namjoon holds you tight, and you cling to him as you release all over him. As he chases his own orgasm for a few more thrusts, all that’s left in the air is harsh breathing and the scent of arousal. After enough time has passed, he removes his length. You whine at the sudden emptiness.

Although you’d like for him to stay, Namjoon leaves momentarily to get a wet washcloth to clean you both up. As he’s finishing up, he leans over to you on the couch and rubs his hands soothingly over your trembling thighs. “You did so well, baby” he praises you, placing light kisses all over your face. You can barely acknowledge his words, but they still make a warm feeling spread throughout you.

As Namjoon brings you both to bed, you cling to him and refuse to let go. Lying in bed, you still find yourself cradling into his arms—attracted to his warmth.

[minminyoonjii]

Drip Drop [Chanlix/Fem! Reader]

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🕯Summary: Felix felt horrible for pinning over his best friend's girl. Who knew that the couple would love to let him join.

🌹CW

Free Use|First Sandwich On Small Chair To Second Sandwich On Couch|Crying|Multiple Orgasms|Confession|Threesome! MMF|Praise Kink|Chan's Cock In Lix & Lix's Cock In You|Wet & Messy|Oviposition Mentioned |Hard Dom! Bang Chan|Pervy Sub! Lee Felix|Pervy! Reader|Riding|Sandwich Threesome|Dom Drop|Fingering|Anal Plug|Anal Sex|Daddy Kink|Begging|Teasing|Exhibitionist|Pussy Plug|Creampie|Sub Space|Head Pets|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: 1.9K

"Mate you got a minute?" Felix asked, fidgeting his fingers nervously. Chan raised an eyebrow, "Yeah. Always got time for you, bud," he said, sitting in a chair facing him. Felix felt his lips wobble, "Please don't be mad at me, Hyung. I truly don't know how it got this bad," he said, tears welling in his eyes. Worry built in Chan's chest, "Hey, hey. Look at me, yeah? I will never be mad at you. You trust me don't you?" He reassured, rubbing Felix's bouncing knee. 

Felix sniffled, "I trust you. Trust you so much, Hyung," he hiccuped, burying his face into his palms. You raised an eyebrow, tilting your chin at Chan as a silent gesture. "I don't know?" He mouthed, pulling Felix towards his chest. Soft whimpers escaped past Felix's lips, "I'm so sorry, Hyung," he sniffled, gripping the hem of Chan's shirt. "Baby, I don't know what you're apologizing for," Chan said, rubbing Felix's back. His mind imagines the worst. A frown etched on your lips at the potential news Felix was about to tell. 

Felix released a shuddered breath, "Hyung, I think I like like your girlfriend," he said, petrified of Chan's reaction. You bit down on your bottom lip, trying your hardest not to burst into giggles at the endearing statement. Chan clenched his jaw, looking away from your stupid expression. Felix felt his heart sink when Chan looked away from him, broken sobs started to spill from his lips. Chan's eyes widened, "Lixie," he cooed, wiping Felix's tears. "Why are you sobbing, hm? I'm not mad," he added. 

Felix blinked away his tears, "Hyung's not mad?" He asked, his voice cracking in the process. Chan chuckled, "No bub, I'm not," he reassured, tucking Felix's hair behind his ears. "But you looked away from me," Felix whined, not believing Chan's words. Chan bit back a smirk, "Lixie, you're not the first to admit they like my girlfriend," he purred, his voice turning sensual. Felix squirmed at the change, "I'm not?" He asked, blood rushing up his cheeks to his ears. 

"That's right, you're not. Now tell me, Lixie. What would you do to my girlfriend?" Chan asked, tracing circles on Felix's inner thigh. Your jaw dropped at Chan's question. Things were getting too steamy for you just to stand there and watch, you kneeled behind the couch and peeked between the pillows. Felix felt his heart pound within his chest, "I shouldn't answer that," he said, hiding his flushed face. Chan chuckled, "I don't bite, bub. Just tell me the truth," he said, giving you a quick side glance. 

Felix chewed on his bottom lip, "I want to feel her warm cunt around my cock, Hyung. Want to feel my cockhead rub against her cervix," he admitted, hearing his heartbeat within his ears. Chan gently tugged down Felix's waistband, "Keep talking, bub. Don't stop until I tell you," he said, lightly grazing Felix's boxers. "Hah, ah, I want to use an ovipositor on her. Want to watch her tiny cunt get filled with eggs, Chris," he said, gripping Chan's shirt. "Dirty little boy," Chan said, his voice getting breathy. 

Felix whimpered at the arousal buzzing through his body. You pressed your thighs together, craving for any friction your throbbing cunt could get. Chan huffed, needing you involved in the scene, "Little one, come here," he commanded, nosing Felix's neck. You stood up on wobbly knees, "Yes, Daddy?" you said, your cheeks flustered from arousal. Felix flinched within Chan's hold, embarrassment enveloping his thoughts. 

Chan smirked, "Tell me, baby girl. Would you like to be pumped with eggs?" he asked, cupping Felix's pulsing bulge. A low moan echoed within the room. "Of course, Daddy but I have something else in mind," you suggested, stripping off your clothes. Chan whistled at the sight of your body, "And what's that?" he asked, subtly shifting Felix's face towards you. "I want Daddy to pound Lixie while I ride on top," you said, loving the power trip Felix's flustered cheeks gave. "Wait, wait. I wasn't expecting this," Felix said, conflicted by his inner morale. 

Chan trailed his hands down Felix's side, "Baby, you can step out if it's too much," he said, hoping they didn't scare him away. You covered your bare body as best as you could, "Sorry, if this seems forceful," you mumbled, tearing up at the sheer embarrassment. Felix's eyes widened, "No! I mean, I want this. I really do," he exclaimed, knowing he'd regret pushing you away when an opportunity was given to him. 

Chan kissed Felix's temple, "Reassure her, bub. Tell her you want her," he whispered, blowing into Felix's ear. "Please, I want you," Felix whimpered, opening his arms hoping you'd come closer. Your eyes dilated, "You promise?" You asked, making your way in front of him. Felix giggled, wrapping his arms around your bare waist, "I promise," he said, pampering kisses on your pretty tummy. Chan cooed, stripping off Felix's pants and boxers in one go, "Isn't he pretty, princess?" he teased, knowing you have a thing for pretty, glossy cocks. 

You nodded your head, cunt throbbing to be filled with the pretty cock in front of you. Chan reached between Felix's inner thighs, and his breath hitched when he felt a familiar jewel, "Is this a plug, dirty boy?" he asked, gently thrusting the toy in and out of Felix's clenching rim. "Ah, hah, hah. I just wanted to fuck feel good, Hyung," Felix gasped, his mind clouding from the gentle thrusts. You whined from the lack of attention, "Daddy," you sulked, aching for Chan to allow you. 

"Hang on, silly girl. So impatient," Chan chuckled, stripping off his pants. His cock tucked between the crevice of Felix's ass. "Hyung, please," Felix whined, his ribbed walls clenching hard around the warm metal plug spreading his hole apart. Chan rolled his eyes, "Another impatient baby," he teased, smirking when he tugged the plug out to its widest girth. Loving the way Felix gasped and whimpered at the pressure. You moaned at the sight, arousal dripping down the sides of your inner thighs. 

Chan tossed the plug aside and lifted Felix by his waist, "Take a deep breath, baby," he said, sinking Felix down his cock like a sex doll. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," Felix thrashed, the pain and pleasure of the stretch melted his mind to a puddle. Chan groaned into his ear, the veins on his arms protruded as he tried not to buck his hips up. "So big, Hyung!" Felix sobbed, his drool leaking down the sides of his lips. You whined at the neglect, "Daddy, I want to touch. Wan’ kiss Lixie. Please," you begged, pleading for Chan's permission. 

"Go ahead," Chan said, his voice gravelly as he slowly pushed Felix down to the base of his cock. You pecked Felix’s lips before licking his bottom lip, begging for access. Felix whined at your gesture, parting his lips for you. His eyelids fluttered shut when you deepened the kiss. You pulled back and sucked on his bottom lip, craving more and more of his delicious moans. “Hhgh, hah,” Felix mewled, wrapping his arms around your waist, and pulling you closer.

Chan groaned, his cock twitching within Felix's clenching hole, "You’re so fucking warm around me, baby. Fuck" he said, gritting his teeth. You straddled your weight on Felix’s lap, trying to get as comfortable as possible with your limited space. Felix slumped his head into the crook of your neck, “Please, ride me,” he whimpered, marking your shoulder with hickeys. You lifted your hips, aligning Felix's leaking cockhead against your dripping hole and sank down. 

"Hah, ah, ah, fuck!" Felix cried, the warmth of your cunt and Chan's throbbing girth pressing against his swollen prostate drove him wild. You whimpered at the stretch, his cock curled perfectly against your squishy walls. Chan growled against Felix's shoulder, his mind getting hazy from the fluttering grip surrounding his cock. “Get up and lay back on the couch, princess,” Chan instructed, having another position in mind. 

You sulked but laid back as told. “Sink you cock back into her, Lix,” Chan commanded, sitting up. “O-okay,” Felix slurred, plopping onto you with grace. He lifted his hips, aligning his throbbing cockhead back within your ribbed walls, “So hot, hah,” Felix mewled, nosing your neck. Chan shifted your calves around Felix’s waist, “Deep breaths, okay,” he cooed, easing his cock into Felix’s tight rim in one smooth thrust.

Both Felix and you whined into each other's hold. "Daddy, fuck too fast!" you cried, digging your nails into Felix’s back. Felix babbled against your neck, his cock and prostate receiving the most intense pleasure in their lifetime. "Take it, fucking take it," Chan panted, his hips striking against Felix's ass. Your body spasm, orgasm tethering at the edge, "Fuck, hah, I'm cumming," you wailed, clenching hard around Felix's sensitive cock as your orgasm broke. 

Felix's jaw slacked open, his body trembling between the both of you, "Cumming, cumming," he babbled, his back arching when he came deep within your cervix. Chan hissed at the clench, goosebumps prickling on his skin, "Shit, hah, ah," he gasped, letting out a shaking breath as he came, coating Felix's ribbed walls white. Felix's thighs quivered from the aftershocks, and his anal canal fluttered around Chan’s cock, “Mmh,” he hummed, nipping your jaw.

Chan huffed out a breath, his palm smacking against Felix's plump ass, "Such good toys," he praised, stroking your hair with adoration. You laid pliant, your walls snug and filled. Chan cooed at your expression and carefully eased his tender cock from Felix's gapping rim, "What a fucking sight," he chuckled, gently lifting Felix's sensitive body off you. "Daddy," you whined, clenching weakly around the chill air. 

Chan cooed, easing your favourite plug deep into your cunt, "Daddy knows, princess," he said, rubbing your pretty tummy. Felix's mind sank into subspace, his eyes glossy with post-clarity. Chan chuckled, lifting him, "You did so well, bub," he said, pampering kisses all over Felix's face. Felix mewled at the affection, his mind happy and content with the love he was receiving. 

Chan carefully laid Felix into the tub, "Stay," he said, before leaving to get you. "Daddy," you beamed, happily nuzzling into his arms. Chan chuckled, "Yes, princess. Daddy's here," he said, laying you next to Felix. You squinted your eyes when you noticed a frown on Chan's lips, "Daddy sad?" You asked, concern evident on your face. Chan gulped back his vulnerability and said, "Daddy's okay, baby girl. Let Daddy clean you both up, yeah?" He said scrubbing your backs with soap. 

You felt something wrong with his answer and nuzzled his knee, "Daddy did good, Made us feel really really good," you whispered, wanting him to know. Tears split down Chan's cheeks, making you panic, "Daddy okay? Don't cry," you sniffled, sad because he was sad. Chan sniffled a chuckle, hugging you close, "You know daddy loves you very much, don't you princess?" He asked, his hands trembling behind your back. You nodded, caring less that your damp body was drenching his shirt. 

Chan exhaled a shaky breath, "Good girl. You're my good girl," he said, pampering kisses on your face. Felix soaked in his subspace, barely aware of his surroundings. You kissed Chan's cheeks, "Daddy, we need to help Lixie too," you said, nuzzling Felix's cheek. Chan cooed, "You're right, princess. Let's help Lixie feel comfy," he said, stroking Felix's hair. "Thank you for everything, princess," Chan whispered, needing to get this off his chest.  You beamed with your precious little smile, "You're welcome, Daddy," you said, melting into Chan's through hands as he coaxed you both out of subspace. Felix giggled out of nowhere, "Thanks for reading," he whispered, cuddling closer to you.

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yourusername dream come true. i never want to forget this feeling. to the fans, this is all for you. thank you to my team, family, friends, and the love of my life. i can’t believe it, someone pinch me 😭⚽️💜

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landonorris phenomenal game love. so proud of you! 💜

mbrighty04 we did it cap!

yourfan2 crying!!! so proud of you & the team 😭💜

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yourfanpage

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yourfanpage these spot the differences are getting harder and harder 😳

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landofan2 fav couple 🥰

youandlando1 they’re so in sync its wild

yourfan3 my forever ship

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landonorris

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landonorris about last week… 👀👩🏼‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏻

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landofan3 my favorite genre of lando is when he fanboys over his gf

yourusername same 🤭

carlossainz55 congrats again yourusername on your win!!

youandlando2 lando is such a simp we love to see it!!!

[luveline]

good morning (at least in my time zone) jade! for hurt/comfort requests, could i maybe get peter putting together a little self care day for r because she’s burnt out from finals week? i hope you’re doing well ily 💜

i love you!! listened to honeybody for this!! peter and his adoring but burnt out gf

"Why are you home?" you ask. 

Peter grins at you, a near lavish smile, leaned up against the doorway of your bedroom expectantly. "If you want to break up with me, there are nicer ways." 

You rush to slip out of your shoes and practically throw yourself at him. If Peter's surprised he doesn't show it, lifting you easily up into his chest, your socked feet struggling to keep purchase with the rug. 

"I missed you," you say. You don't mean to, but it's the truth.

Peter noses at your hairline. "I missed you. Glad we're not breaking up." 

You huff a laugh against his cheek. He smells amazing but nothing like he usually does after his nightly patrols. There's a distinct lack of perspiration, only the warm stick of his deodorant and cologne. You kiss his cheek, the corner of his mouth, heart racing with excitement. It's not often you get him all to yourself. 

You kiss him again and pull away. "Never. But seriously, why are you home? S'it my birthday?" 

Peter takes a step back, unveiling the many different things spread out across your bedspread. You tear your eyes from him, wind-whipped and handsome and grinning, and feast your eyes on what he's done. 

There's a basket's worth of different things in a range of colours, mostly skincare, your usual face wash and moisturiser, a green tea toner, serums, stuff you didn't even know Peter was aware of. 

"What's all this for?" you ask, eyes widening when you spot new pyjamas nestled at the top of the bed near the pillows. You turn to him with a glowing smile. "Pete?" 

"You haven't had time to yourself in ages. Or you haven't been making it, with finals coming up. Figured you couldn't avoid it if we did it together." 

"Oh," you say, noticing that some of the things he's bought he's bought in pairs. Two sheet masks, two new pairs of socks. "Did you get yourself new pyjamas, too?" 

He unzips his hoodie. Where usually you'd expect the spider-man suit, you find only a shirt that matches the one he's purchased for you. 

He's expecting your second hug, arms opening wide. You fall into them.

"You're my favourite person on the planet," you declare, rubbing his collarbone with the side of your head. 

"You're mine, bub." His voice is sweet and light, riddled with laughter, and his hands reflect that where they rub up and down the length of your back. 

"All yours," you say agreeably, burying your face in his neck. 

[personasintro]

hi mimi! i just wanted to say that i absolutely love your works, not only mh (and i love mh so much too 🤭)

like, your jimin one-shots "adaywithoppa" and "only you", they're so good 😭 even though it's been a while since they were posted i still love them today, your writing is really good

thank you so much for making such good stories, you are amazing 💜 i hope you have a great day!!

Ahhh those are the old ones!! There are one of the first stories I’ve written on this blog 😭 so much time has passed since I posted them. I’m still happy there are people who get to enjoy them 🥹🫶 for my own sake, I won’t go back and read them but if any of you want to, you’ve been warned ahahah

Thank you bub 🩵 have a lovely day! 🫶

[nattinatalia]

Jack Harlow x Reader Instagram AU

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yourusername Mama is out tonight 😜🤭 😈 Celebrating Grammy weekend 📸 by my hubby jackharlow

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jackharlow My mama 😮‍💨🥵

yourusername Always bubs 🤞🏼😘🫶🏻

urbanwyatt My job 🤦🏼‍♂️ 📸

jackharlow Well you’re not around. I did good though right?

yourusername LMAAOOO you did babe, if not I wouldn’t have posted them.

yourbestiename Damn hottie 🔥 🔥 pick me up!!!

druski2funnny No, what your ass needs to do is be with your husband.

yourbestiename STFU, you wanted drama, you got it.

neelamthadhani 😍😍😍😍 babes you’re hot

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jackharlow Ready for whatever tonight brings, wether it’s another baby, some backseat loving, BRING IT!!!! 📸 by my sexy wife yourusername

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yourusername JACKMAN!!!!!! No babies anytime soon. Backseat loving? Always 🤭

jackharlow Oh I’ll take that 🤪😜

druski2funnny FREAKS

druski2funnny But can I watch?

jackharlow NOOO

druski2funnny See now you’re just being mean, what happened to us being life partners?

yourusername When I get tired of him, I’ll send him your way.

druski2funnny Got it, you’re the best

jackharlow Do I have a say in this.

yourusername NO

druski2funnny NOPE

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yourusername He doesn’t even know what I’m singing half of the time, but he’s my number one hype man 🥺🤞🏼

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yourbestiename Love to see it 💜

claybornharlow Acting like a damn fool all night long 🙄

yourusername That’s how I love him🫶🏻😜

jackharlow For life baby 😍😘💜

yourusername And beyond that 🫶🏻🥺

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jackharlow Matching with my girls 💚

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yourusername 😘😘😘 We love you

neelamthadhani Aww

urbanwyatt Don’t say aww, Mia was crying because you kept trying to carry her 💀

druski2funnny Mia knows 😉 lmaooo

neelamthadhani Knows what?

druski2funnny That you’re annoying lmao

yourusername Now hold up, don’t be using my baby as an excuse 🤦🏻‍♀️😩😭😭😭😭

urbanwyatt Was she not crying when Nee tried carrying her?

yourusername Yes

urbanwyatt Ok so there you have it

neelamthadhani To be fair, she only likes going with her parents.

claybornharlow Not true, she loves when I carry her

neelamthadhani Whatever she still loves me

druski2funnny Does she though? This is the fifth time I hear she cries when you try to hold her

neelamthadhani DRU MIND YOUR BUSINESS

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yourusername Last night we celebrated my husband, I’m just so proud of the man he is. 2022 was definitely his year and this year will be 100xs better. Tonight you’ll win a Grammy- yes I said you WILL!!!!! There’s no one else who deserves it more, I’m putting it out into the universe and I know your fans are as well. He’s been stressed, so I booked us a couples massage and I was going to let him just relax for the day but he said he rather be with the kids until it’s time to get ready!!!!! AHHHHHH MY BABY IS A GRAMMY NOMINEE AND HES GONNA TAKE THEM ALL HOME 🙏🏻 also ummm why do y’all have him sitting next to that girl? 🙄 ANYWHOOO, goodluck bubs, I’m so proud of you and I’ll always be. I love you 💕

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jackharlow 🥹🥹 Baby…….

jackharlow Don’t get me started now 😢 I fucking love you. Thank you for always having my back. For reassuring me whenever I don’t make it home in time due to work. Thank you for the best kids ever. Thank you for loving me, but most of all, thank you for riding this out with me and never second guessing our relationship. I love you mamas 😘

urbanwyatt ❤️

druski2funnny I guess he’s alright

yourusername He’s more than alright 🤪

yourbestiename Fam 🤍 I love you guys. Goodluck Jack 🙏🏻

neelamthadhani ❣️❣️❣️❣️couldn’t have said it any better!!!!! Tonight’s gonna be a good day!!!!!!

claybornharlow Idk who’s more nervous, your or him???? But good luck brother, I know you’ll win them all ❤️‍🔥

jackharlow Thank you. She’s more nervous though, I have to stop her from shaking her legs and playing with her ring

yourusername 😭😭😭😭😭 I’m just so excited and happy for you babe

druski2funnny What happens if he doesn’t win?

yourusername HE GETS TO PUT A BABY INSIDE ME!!!!!

urbanwyatt A couple of posts ago you said no babies, now you’re saying yes to him???

jackharlow 🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪

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[bubacorn]

hey! hi! hello! i'm Buba [bʊbɑː] (or if you want to make me melt with a nickname, Bubs [bʌbz])

i'm in my early 20s and use they/she pronouns. my blog is a mess and i found that i'm not great at tagging, so sorry about that

you can find me on ao3 here. i write Sleep Token fics about the stage characters

worshitposting masterpost because my brain goes brrr sometimes and for a fleeting moment i think i'm funny

i usually only lurk, but would love to interact, so feel free to come yell at me (softly) 👉👈 if you want to ask me about any of my fics/headcanons or share your own so we can spitball about them, please don't hesitate to send an ask or dm me. i adore exchanging ideas, so please feel free to reach out even about the smallest details because it's very likely that i have a lot to say about them. or just send me pictures of your cat, whichever is fine

i wish you well! 💜💐

tags:

#buba arts - i do art sometimes, but it's a rather rare sight

#buba rambles - i tend to ramble cause no one here tells me to shut up

#buba writes - fics & hcs

#buba answers - lovely, lovely asks from lovely, lovely people