#x1 drabbles

[ellinights]

X1 maknae-like as dads (2)

this a continuation from here

junho

definitely an awkward father just like yohan

freezes every time the kids call him

“dad!” and junho immediately faints lol

he’s just ain’t ready with the demands of his own kids jsjsjs

would give those awkward head pats on his kids

that’s the extend of showing his affection to them sjsjs

but he’ll slowly open up more, it takes awhile for this smol awkward boi to come into a realisation that he has kids

he has a soft heart, he can’t scold his kid’s even when they do wrong

once he’s comfortable, he’s like seungwoo

hugging and kissing his kids 24/7. woah that escalated

pecking his kids’ cheeks is his thing, or should i say his daily routine

dongpyo

this kid is already a baby i can’t imagine him as a father :”)

a softie :”)

would give affection to his kids 24/7

never afraid to show his love

“i love you teeny weeny babies you guys are so perfect oh my god” and proceeds to pinch the kids’ cheeks aggressively

makes weird cheesy nicknames for them too

basically the second version of seungwoo

but maybe he’s more affectionate than seungwoo

but also a sassy dad

the definition of looking like a cinnamon roll but actually can kill you

he is a mix of wooseok and seungwoo i change my mind lol

would order them around while he’s relaxing in the living room with his feet on the coffee table

“go clean the bathroom! chop chop!” while he’s on his phone resting his legs on the coffee table

nags too but not as much as wooseok

minhee

he is like seungyoun but cut the soft part lol

the craziest father out of all the members imo

instead of the kids creating chaos, he’s the one creating it

“come on kids this is fun!” while he’s on top of a roof trying to show his kids alien ufo’s

oh god, this one scenario i has in mind. his kids are second hand embarrassed with what he does

minhee would be tryna to moonwalk across the kitchen, as he cooks the kids breakfast

kids would just facepalm at their ridiculous dad

that would be me too lol

minhee would bring out the children to amusement and water parks most of the time

but i think he’ll have more fun than the kids

when the kids are already tired playing, minhee is still sliding down the slide jsjsjs

he is basically switching his role with his kids

eunsang

i see priki boy as a normal typical dad

but really bad at games kind of father

don’t @ me on the pdx whisper game references

every time when the kids ask him for playtime, he shiver at the thought

all the games that he plays with the kids, he loses it all of em.

he would be embarrassed sjjsjs

but he’s more than happy to lose for the kids since it makes them happy

i see him taking the kids to daily ice cream dates

walking at the parlour to order the kids’ favourite ice cream and the perfect order

“one caramel ice cream without the caramel please. my kids just really like the ice cream without the drizzle”

“but the ice cream i use for the caramel is van—“

“shut up and just take my order, i can’t let the kids know it’s vanilla” he will say that while closing the kids’ ears

would steal the kids’ ice cream without them knowing jasjs

hyeongjun

same with dongpyo, how could be a father when he’s still a baby :”)

anyways another softie father :”) here

would do anything for them to make the kids happy

buy candy? he got it. bring them to see the newest cartoon movies? he’s done it.

spoil them with lots of sweet treats

hyeongjun’s kids, get ready for diabetes

hates seeing the kids sad, would do aegyo to make them happy again

pouts a lot when the kids are sad

also when the kids start to misbehave, he’ll start getting frustrated and cry sjsjs

if the kids cry, he cries. we all know why, he’s such a crybaby during pdx

playtime with toys is his favourite way to hangout with his kids

probably he’ll be more invested with the toys instead of the kids sjsj

dohyun

he won’t be the father, he’s the baby.

jkjk

the first thing i thought about him is, he’ll be teaching his kids english

“dad i want an apple”, “i’ll give you an apple if you tell me what’s apple in english” sjsjsjss

i see him as the rich father? idk why sjsjs

sends the kids off overseas in the uk

where the kids study in a high class boarding school

speaks with them in british accent. (like he always does and have)

would force the children to watch harry potter djjdjd

teaches the kids to rap. oh my god how weird can dohyun be—

“you must have the skills of speaking fast but in a musical way like thy father”

teach them kids those cool beatbox beats too

.

.

.

here is part two! thank you anon for requesting! sorry it took quite awhile cause i’ve been having a writer’s block these days. check out part one here! request are open, just check my pinned before you request. peace out

[dvrlingrenjun]

[8:02 pm] you were at a wedding with bf!seungyoun, the bride being your best friend. after the ceremony it was now the after party, the food was great and there was many games. including one you were nervous about, the wedding bouquet throw.

the wedding bouquet throw is when the bride throws the bouquet to the women and whoever catches it, would be the one getting married next. originally, you were going to stay with seungyoun eating the chocolate cake but your best friend pulled you away from seungyoun and to the clear area for the girls to catch.

you stood there shyly, you weren’t one to participate in those events but since you were close with the bride, you didn’t want to let her down on her special day.

“three!” everyone shouted in excitement, the bride turned around.

“two!” with each second passing by caused you to be more and more nervous.

“one, go!” the bride threw the flowers behind her after hearing everyone say go.

looking up, you saw the white daisy flowers heading towards you and as if you blacked out, the flowers were now in your hands, much to your surprise.

coming back to your senses, you stared at the flowers. as your blood rushes to your face, automatically turning to your head to seungyoun. seungyoun was also blushing due to seeing you catch the bouquet along with all of his friend’s stares and smirks.

immediately coming up with an idea, seungyoun smirks with his shenanigan thought and walked up next to you, who is still in shock. he patted your shoulder and whispered.

“not yet, but soon my love.” this sentence put you back and started smacking his arm. blushing even harder.

[healmydesires]

no bc i know damn well X1 or X2 logan would go until he was grunting and whimpering in your ear from accidentally overstimulating himself…

OH DEFINITILY… he’d be whimpering so much. especially after going round after round after round 🤤 UGHHHH I’m going insane 😭 this ask truly inspired me to write it … because you’re so real!

I normally don’t really write drabbles but hey I had to write it soooooo! enjoy 🩷

getting no sleep ꕤ (l.h)

pairing: logan howlett x reader

summary: what the ask says tbh! logan gets overstimulated while having sex.

genre: smut (mdni! 18+)

word count: 684 (it’s a lil drabble owo)

warnings: porn no plot, overstimulation (both but mainly logan ngl), unprotected piv, creampie, breeding kink kinda oops, dirty talk

“God you’re so warm—fuck—so wet,” Logan mumbles on, rambling without a thought, too enveloped in the feeling of your walls wrapped around his cock. You feel every inch of him as he fucks you raw, completely bare. He’s been fucking you round after round after round.

“Logan,” you whine, various cries spilling from your gaping mouth.

“Come on baby,” Logan’s words are slurred from the haze of his own pleasure, recognizing your familiar clench around his length as he keeps plunging inside your tight cunt.

“Lo,” you keen, feet pushing him closer to you as you both mewl in sensitivity. He gasps when you pulse around him, wanting him to spill his load inside of you, needing to see him fall apart. 

His abs are clenching, Logan’s whimpering above you as you tightened your walls around his cock. “Babyyyy, you’re killin’ me.” His head tipping back as loud groans and wines are spilling from his slacked jaw, “fuck baby that feels so good—” he chokes out, as he runs his hands over your body.

Soon he leans down to capture your lips in a passionate kiss, groaning and whimpering against your mouth. The kiss is so messy; whenever you would pulse around him, his jaw would fall open, and his pretty hazel eyes would roll back in his head.

“Fuuuuck, I am—shit—so close, fuck—” He moans into your mouth, Logan’s body jerks when you clench particularly hard around his cock.

“Christ,” He let his chin fall back down, jaw slack and eyes heavy as he watches his dick disappear inside your tight pussy. You feel his cock twitch as you pulse around him.

The burning ache you are feeling begins to disintegrate as you feel your orgasm approach, gripping onto the sheets, his hands, anything that can stabilise you. “Fuck, Lo—” you whimper as tears stream down your puffy cheeks, drool leaking from the edges of your mouth as you feel yourself release the pent up pleasure. Your orgasm sweeps you in a vicious wave of euphoria, thighs trembling as you moan softly underneath Logan. Your pussy gushing all around his dick and over his lower abdomen.

“Ah fuck—” he whimpers, pushing himself up as he thrusts deeper into you, the head of his cock hitting your cervix repeatedly. “Are you gonna take my cum like a good girl? Let me fill you up until you’re full and messy?”

You visibly shiver at his words, mouth dropped open in awe as you watch him, nodding along. “Please, please Logan...”

“Fuck, take it baby.” He whimpers. It washes over him instantly, hips stuttering into you as he grows desperate, eyes squeezing shut when he feels his cock throb inside of you before hot spurts of his cum splash along your walls, painting them in ribbons of white. The feeling makes you hum, limbs limp on the bed as he shallowly thrusts into you, making sure you take every last drop. 

His whole body is practically buzzing, long legs shaking from the intensity of your combined orgasms, mind feeling like jello as the aftershocks run through his body.

“Fu-uuuck baby,” he whines, biting his lip hard as he watches you try to keep up with his orgasm flooding your pussy.

When the stimulation starts becoming too much for him; and right when your vision comes back to you, he pulls his cock out of you. His hips pull away from yours while his index and middle finger pushes his cum back inside of your quivering hole making you whimper loudly, his two fingers basking in the aftermath before he lets his body slump against your own. 

“We gotta clean this mess up, huh?” You whisper with a playful smirk.

Logan groans as he wraps his arms tighter around your body. “Later,” he grunts, making you giggle.

“Glad I’m not always the only one getting overstimulated here.” 

“Respectfully baby, shut up.” He mumbles as he nuzzles his head in the crook of your neck.

Another fit of giggles escape you at his behaviour. 

Who would have thought, that the roles would be reversed one night?

thanks for reading <3 mwah

[seventeenpins]

⁵⁾ pressing the pads of their fingers into their lips in the aftermath, like they’re either trying to capture the feeling or banish it from memory

with x1!Logan pretty plssssss 😏

YES Ozzie omg thank you I love this ❤️

Forbidden Fruit

pairing: dbf!Logan x neighbor!reader word count: 3.4k summary: You’re a little obsessed with your attractive new neighbor. Unfortunately, he’s quite a bit older than you... And your dad's new best friend. content/warnings: non-mutant AU, unspecified age gap, written as x1 Logan, Scott is your dad (sorry), silence of the lambs spoilers???, yearning, tbh yall are as bad as each other, smut a/n: lmao this was supposed to be a drabble 🤷 ty to @ozarkthedog, the most perfect human 🩷

There’s a party roaring outside. As a general rule, your dad doesn’t like to throw parties often, but when he meets the man who’s moving in next door, he announces to you his plan. “Hosting a new neighbor helps to establish a good relationship!” he insists, and that’s that.

You’re sat in the living room, the space dimly lit, nursing a Pabst Blue Ribbon as the glow of your latest Blockbuster rental illuminates your face.

"You even old enough to drink?" comes a voice just outside the door frame. 

You jump, beer sloshing gracelessly down your front. You turn to him, glowering. He’s silhouetted from the hallway and you can’t make out his face. “Yep,” you tell him, ���I just have an immaculate skincare routine. Keeps me youthful.”

“So you’re hiding inside… because?”

You shrug. “Just like time to myself.”

He nods, and then strides over. He takes a seat beside you.

“Who are you, exactly?” you frown, looking him up and down.

“You mind?” he asks, smirking as he wiggles the beer you didn’t realize he was holding and nods towards the bottle opener. The audacity.

You glare and grab the bottle opener. He holds his hand out for it, but you withdraw. 

“Logan,” he laughs, “Logan Howlett. I just moved in next door.”

“Oh,” you drop the bottle opener into his hand, remembering your dad’s words. Establish a good relationship. “Oh, yeah, my dad was really excited about the party. Hope you’re enjoying it.”

His eyebrows raise. “Your dad?”

“Yeah,” you nod, “Scott Summers.”

“No shit,” he frowns, “That guy sends a lot of emails.”

“That he does.”

Logan pops his bottle open. “Mind some company?”

“Long as you don’t mind watching Silence of the Lambs starting part way through.”

“Ohhhhh yeah, has he asked for a quid pro quo yet?”

“Aahh, a connoisseur,” you grin, “Yeah, just got past that part. I can rewind–”

“Nah,” he shrugs, “Let it play.”

You watch for a while in silence, but then start chatting again, swapping mundane questions. 

“So, Scott’s your dad, huh?” he asks, after a while.

“He sure is.”

“When he said he had a daughter, I guess I assumed someone younger.”

“Same skincare routine,” you deadpan.

He closes his eyes, holding back a laugh as he shakes his head. “Sorry, sorry. It’s none of my business.”

“It’s okay,” you laugh, “Yeah, he was still pretty young when I was born.”

“And what about…” he trails off, suddenly realizing tact may be appreciated.

“Dad’s a widower,” you explain simply.

Logan nods. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

You sit in silence for a moment, watching as Lecter is revealed to be wearing the guard’s face.

“How about you?” you ask, “You got a wife? Husband? Girlfriend? Partner?--”

He turns to look at you and you peter off. “Nope.” 

There’s something in the way he’s looking at you. You’re not sure if he’s being suggestive, or if you’re reading into things. Maybe it’s just the reflecting light making his eyes look more provocative than he intends.

Either way, you feel your heartbeat surge and your stomach flip.

You turn away and try to affect nonchalance, try not to be suddenly mesmerized by this unexpected plot twist that is Logan. The movie is wrapping up, Clarice taking Lecter’s call as he pursues Chilton. You try to focus on it, the score, the costumes– but instead you notice the way he smells, musky and a little sweaty. It’s nice. A little dizzying.

“What about you?” you ask.

“Hmm?”

"You have any kids?" you ask, and immediately wonder if you waited too long to carry on the conversation.

"Shit," he snorts and shakes his head, "I hope not."

It takes you off guard. You burst out laughing.

He huffs, lifting the beer to his lips to hide a smile.

The credits begin to roll over the ending scene. 

With the bottle drained, he pats his thighs and stands up. "Alright, kid," he says, "I probably shouldn’t hide in here any longer.”

“My dad appreciates it,” you tell him, “Don’t wanna give him a heart attack when his guest of honor is nowhere to be found, soon to be discovered with his delinquent daughter.”

He picks up his empty and shakes his head, heading back outside. He calls back, “Oh, you’re trouble.”

Now that you’ve met him, you can’t get him out of your mind. 

When you see him again, a couple days later in daylight this time, you have to pick your jaw up off the ground. He’s taller than you realize, and he’s fucking built. And fuck, he’s handsome too. When he sees you, he waves a hand. “Hey Trouble,” he calls, “Keepin’ your nose clean?”

Weeks pass, and, much to your delight (and, admittedly, despair), your dad and Logan become close. 

Sundays become your favorite day. Sunday, you discover, is the day you can see Logan through your window, chopping a seemingly endless stack of firewood. 

One time, he catches you watching. To your utter shock, he winks at you. Knowing your eyes are on him, he lifts the hem of his beater to wipe his brow, and shoots you a shit-eating grin.

You had plans but that doesn’t matter now. All you can do is shove your hand into your panties and rub circles around your throbbing little clit until you cum with a muffled sigh, knowing he’s outside. Knowing there’s not more than a fence and a few feet between you.

Almost every night, his fire pit is alight and you see him reading, or strumming his guitar, or fucking whittling, serene in the smouldering glow, till the fire burns out and the night turns too cool to enjoy.

As the weeks pass, he’s at your house more and more. You wish your heart would stop doing flips whenever you see him on the sofa next to your dad, beer in hand, laughing at some story that’s being recounted.

He says hello to you each time he sees you, and always asks after you when you’re out.

“Oh, Logan says hi,” your dad will say over his morning toast, “Why does he call you Trouble? Tell me you haven’t been besmirching the Summers name?”

“Nah,” you grin, “Just the littlest besmirchment, at worst.”

His eyes narrow.

“C’mon, now, we want to-”

“Establish a good relationship!” you finish, grinning at the way he scowls.

“Smartass.”

“Hey, Trouble,” he’ll greet you, whenever you find him at your home.

“Hey neighbor.”

“You bein’ good?” he’ll ask.

“‘Course not,” you’ll wink, “Where’s the fun in that?”

You love that he calls you Trouble. That he has a name, just for you. It feels like it could almost be something, and so it’s almost enough. 

Before long, what you’d once feared was a one-sided attraction begins to morph into something different. 

It’s a Saturday, and you decide to wear a cute little dress. It’s a flowy thing that hugs all your curves in the very best way, hem barely falling past the curve of your ass.

Your dad just popped out for another six-pack, and you’re in the kitchen, making pasta salad. With your father gone, Logan isn’t subtle in the way he looks at you. You delight in how his eyes linger at the curve of your hip, the swell of your chest. It feels like a victory, the way he grits his jaw a little when you lean forward, cleavage on full display.

“What’s a pretty thing like you doin’ wearing a naughty little dress like that?” Logan asks, scowling.

You raise an eyebrow and try not to let the way your heart starts to flutter affect you. “Thought you’d figured it out on day one – I’m trouble.”

He looks you up and down, his gaze lascivious. It’s the boldness of it. The two of you are alone, and you both know it.

“I think you like it,” you narrow your eyes.

He’s silent for a long moment. Then he lets out a deep breath. 

“God help me, I do.”

“Why don’t you do something about it?”

He opens his mouth to respond, but then you both hear the latch, and the front door swings open.

Logan sits back, pretending as though nothing just happened.

You turn back to your salad.

You can see Logan in the sitting room, right in your line of sight. Your dad sits across from him, his back towards you. 

If you’re honest, you’re not sure exactly what compels you. 

You turn to face Logan, wave for him to catch your eye. He does, quickly, immediately attuned to you. Your dad doesn’t notice the way his eyes follow you. You hold a finger to your lips. His eyes dart between you and your dad, and he tries to focus on whatever his friend is saying to him. 

Slowly, you slip one strap down, and then the other. You can hear Logan’s breath hitch, which he covers almost believably with a gulp of his beer. Shimmying the bodice just a little, you expose your cleavage to near-dangerous depths. He’s grinding his teeth now, and it feels like victory.

Quickly, silently, you slip your top all the way down, exposing your breasts to the cool kitchen air. Your nipples, already hard, tighten. Logan is holding his can so tightly he’s crushing it in his fist. 

“You okay, buddy?” you hear your dad say, and you can practically hear the frown in his voice. In a couple of quick movements, you slip your top back up and turn back to your salad.

“Huh?” Logan asks quickly, and then looks at his beer. “Oh, shit–!” he grumbles, relaxing his grip gingerly.

It’s not till an hour later that your dad stands up and announces, “I’ll be right back, gonna hit the head.”

When he’s gone, Logan bolts up and marches over to you.

“Are you out of your damn mind?” he demands.

You shrug and, not so subtly, glance down at his crotch. You smirk at the way the front is tenting. Logan stares daggers as he adjusts himself, better hiding his hard-on.

“Some of you seems to like it,” you point out.

“Out here? With him here? You want your daddy to kill me?”

“No,” you promise, “No, I just want you to fuck me.”

“Jesus Christ you’re trouble–”

You both hear a toilet flush, and, moments later, footsteps descend on the stairs.

Logan adjusts himself again, and you blow him a kiss as he tromps back to his seat.

It’s a week before you see Logan again. He’s working late this week, apparently. Or maybe he’s just keeping his distance from you.

On Friday night, you debate going out. It’s been a while, and you could use a chance to unwind. But drinks are expensive, and– and you see a fire out your window. Logan sits out by his fire pit.

Without thinking, you put on your shoes.

It’s late, but not too late. Your dad’s on his recliner, game on TV, newspaper in hand.

“You headin’ out, kiddo?” he asks.

“Yep,” you lie, “Meeting a couple friends downtown. They’re picking me up!”

“Stay safe,” he calls after you, “Call me if you need a ride.”

“I will,” you tell him. “Don’t know if I’ll be home tonight. Don’t wait up for me!”

You head out of the house and through your neighbor’s gate. 

Logan is golden, illuminated in the glow of the flames. He’s whittling something, angrily.

You realize then that your entrance has been near-silent on the soft grass. “Uh,” you clear you throat and knock on his fence as you approach him. “Hey, there, neighbor!”

Logan looks up and frowns when he sees you.

“You are makin’ me crazy, Trouble.” he huffs.

“Like, in a good way?” you ask.

He glares at you.

You come closer. “Can I sit?”

Logan budges up, putting down his whittling tools.

“So…” you venture “Am I more trouble than I’m worth?”

Logan scoffs.

“Nah.” he concedes, “I just don’t wanna make things complicated.”

You shrug. “They’re already complicated. You’ve seen my tits.”

He huffs out a laugh. “Goddammit, Trouble. I can’t get you out of my head.”

“They’re great tits,” you shrug.

“They are great tits.” Logan agrees.

The fire is crackling and the night is clear, stars hanging above you. You've been sitting side by side, quiet.

You don’t know what to say. Maybe there isn't anything to say. You’ve been patient, dammit. You just need to leap.

You pull him towards you and he moves without resistance.

He growls into your mouth, a needy animal sound. The scruff of his beard feels nice against your chin and you’re dizzy with his proximity, with his lips on yours.

After an eternity in the space of a single moment, you pull apart.

Logan stares at you, overwhelmed. His eyes are dark, his kiss-glistened lips catching the light as the fire dances. 

He presses the pads of his fingertips against his lips in the aftermath, as though either trying to capture the feeling, or banish it from memory.

Then, after a long moment, he’s on you. His hands grip you, grasp you, trace the shape of your body as though memorizing it by touch alone. 

“Inside. Now.” he growls, “Out here you’re askin’ for your daddy to catch us.”

You’re barely through the door before Logan is tugging at your clothes. You help him pull your top above your head, and you fumble with the button of your jeans as he unhooks his belt and yanks off his beater.

In a matter of moments, you’re both fully bare. His skin is hot against yours as he holds you to him, caging you against the door as he drags his teeth along your shoulder. His hard cock hangs against your thigh, heavy and thick and leaking.

Your clothes trail from the front door to his sofa. You don’t make it any further than that.

You’re a ticking time bomb, a siren, pulling him in, driving him wild. He wants and wants and wants, more than he ever knew he could. So much could be ruined; his friendship with your dad, the scrap of reputation he’s been building, his new life in this new place—

But now his want has turned into a need, and feeling you soft and pliant and oh so willing against him, he’d be a fool to turn back now.

Logan’s gropes at you, fingernails digging into the swell of your ass before cupping your pussy in one large palm. Rubbing up and down your cunt, he smears your wetness around.

“You’re fucking dripping,” he gasps. “Prettiest pussy I’ve seen.” 

Then he dips a finger into you and you groan and clench around it. He fucks you with it, deep, gentle strokes. He wasn’t wrong. As he fucks you with his finger, you feel how unbelievably wet you are. When he pulls back for a moment, you can see his hand is glistening with you, drips going all the way to his wrist.

“I can take more,” you promise, and he growls. 

“Can’t say shit like that,” he pants, “You’re sure you can take more. Can you take me? Don’t wanna hurt–”

“I can take you,” you assure him. If you’re honest, you don’t know if you can. What you do know is that you’re sure as fuck gonna try.

“How do you want me?” he asks, fighting to maintain the last shreds of his self-control.

Ever the masochist, “Want you on top of me, my ankles round your shoulders. Need you deep.”

“Gonna fuckin’ kill me.”

You lay back as he positions himself between your thighs. He presses a kiss to your left thigh before he hikes it over his right shoulder, and a kiss to your right calf, folding you in half.

He strokes the dripping head of his cock against your folds.

“You ready?” he asks, and you whine in desperation, nodding a yes.

He presses in, notching the tip inside. You groan at the sensation, relaxing into it as he rocks his hips gently.

“Doin’ so good,” he praises, “I know, baby, it’s a lot.”

You writhe and moan. It is a lot, but you still want more. More of his cock, of his hands on your body, of his praise.

“Taking it so well,” he soothes, letting his cock slide that little bit deeper inside, pulling most of the way out and driving back in, pressing whispers in your ear as he fucks into you.

When his pelvis is pressed flush against you, he lets out a sigh. 

“Look at that,” he huffs, “Takin’ all of me.”

You look down and watch enraptured as he pulls out and presses back in, deeper than you ever imagined, and rolls his hips, coarse hair grinding against your clit and making you howl.

”Keep making those pretty noises for me, honey.”

”Need more-“ you beg.

He starts rocking his hips, building a solid rhythm. His strokes are deep and devastating, and with every thrust you can feel your wetness start to flood down your thighs and cream around the base of his cock.

The wetter you get, the harder he fucks into you, each plunge punctuated with your cries, of “Yes!”, “More—“, “Please, Logan, please—“

Generous to a fault, he gives you everything you beg for.

The frustration of these longing, pent-up weeks is almost a forgotten memory. As you build towards the peak of your pleasure, the man above you is an animal. He grunts and pants and fucks you deeper than you knew possible. Your whines and cries and demands taper off, replaced by soft moans that start to swell as he litters your collarbone with kisses and rubs a calloused thumb against your clit.

”I’m—“ you warn, struggling to form words, “I’m gonna—“

 “‘M close too,” he grunts, “Give it to me, baby, need to feel you— Please, baby—“

With his words and a firm press to your clit, you come with a sob, cunt squeezing around him in pulsing contractions.

He fucks you through it, muttering a steady stream of filth the whole time. “That’s it, that’s it, fuck you’re gushing, soaking this cock. You feel so fucking good, tight little thing stretched so nice around me, taking it all like you’re made for it—”

Before you can even get over the first climax, the second starts to build. Logan can feel the way your pussy twitches for him, the way your breath shudders as he drives into you with staggering thrusts.

”Gonna cum again, aren’t you?” He growls. “Good-“ a thrust, “fucking—“, thrust, “girl—“ thrust, “Just can’t get enough of this cock, can you?”

You try to answer, but all that comes out is a cry as another orgasm overtakes you.

"That’s it,” the praises, still punctuating every word with a thrust, “That’s it! Let yourself feel it, let yourself feel good—"

You do, wave after wave of pleasure coursing through you. It’s overwhelming, the way it tears through you with no end in sight.

When he finally pulls out of you, you start to come back to yourself, your life-changing orgasm starting to wane.

He’s beautiful above you, covered in sweat, your wetness dripping down his thighs as he strokes his creamy cock.

With a groan, he comes on your stomach. You wrap your hand around his, stroking him gently till every drop is spent.

You make room for him on the sofa, uncaring that both of you are covered in sweat and fluids, and pull him down to rest in your arms.

"Fuck—" he exhales, and finally turns to face you again.

You stroke your fingers through your mussed hair.

"I knew you were trouble,” he murmurs, pressing kisses to your sternum.

There are so many things you’ll need to talk about, to work through. You are neighbors, after all, and you can’t do something like this without there being an aftermath.

But whatever is next can wait till morning.

Gently, he pulls himself up, and you with him. Holding each other close, you head to his bedroom. Without a word, you lay together, curled up in one another’s embrace.

He’s silent a long moment before speaking. "Is your daddy expecting you home tonight?” He asks. Neither of you want to think about that.

But thankfully, “No,” you tell him. “Told him not to wait up.”

"Oh, optimistic, were we?” He teases, and you look him up and down. His broad shoulders, sculpted chest, dark eyes, rumpled hair. This man you’ve grown so very fond of. 

“Yes,” you smile. “Yes, we are.”

Scott finds out, like, a day later and declares Logan his sworn enemy

[carbonfiction]

Could you do some angst Logan x mutant!reader comfort. Like maybe she has a similar origin to Logan where she was tested on for her powers and escaped. She ends up at the mansion and that’s how her and Logan end up together.

I’ve been wanting to write this myself for a while but haven’t had time. I need to see some truama bonding and comfort for that man with someone who really understands what it’s like. I would give anything to be that person. 😭

Hi anon!! Im so sorry this has taken me so long to get to- despite some little changes on the request, and my unsureness on writing angst, i hope you enjoy this drabble!

One step at a time

Summary: sleep can be a fickle thing, a struggle more personal than most.. But it just so happens theres another person in the mansion that understands. Written with X1 logan in mind!

Warnings?: angst, mentions of nightmares and troubled sleep, self doubt, slight depression? Comfort and fluff at the end? Idk how to tag this really.. Words: 1.5k Masterlist

People were scared of things they didn’t understand, of people that didn’t fit in to a societal box. And being a mutant? Well, you became the scariest thing of all. An unknown, a secret unshared in a room full of people.

To some, that fear, that little nagging doubt about what you are, what you could do.. fuelled somthing else entirely. Not fear, not quite, more an evil kind of curiosity. A fixation to poke and prod, bend and snap, push the limits of their fear regardless of yours in the name of science. Regardless that you too, we’re a person, different now yes, but still born of the same matter once.

Careless to the person you were, only the thing you could become. And even then, if you weren’t useful.. you were useless. Another mistake in a pile of scraped idea's, a caged creature begging for a way out.

You never wanted it, never asked to sit in a room and wonder why. Why you, why this. There was never a good enough answer, never a reason, not really. Some People were just cruel, vile and nasty, out for their own gain.. to test the limits of humanity.

But then it begged the question, what was humanity? Because it wasn’t this. It wasn’t the sleepless nights afraid to close your eyes. The sanctity of sleep a luxury. Peace a rationed thing.

Therefore It had become normal to find you in the dead of night, curled up the couch in front of the fireplace; whilst everyone else slumbered. Sometimes a book in hand, other times just your thoughts. Embered flames burning bright and warm, the crackle of wood often the only sound. It was how your relationship with Logan had bloomed.

From wordless nods walking down corridors to conversations and nights shared infront of the fire; he had become pleasant company, a friend you regarded higher- one who understood better- than most. He'd seen the same horrors behind his eyes, the years a tiresome thing.

So it's here you sit, like always, in your spot on the couch peering between pages of a book and the old grandfather clock, waiting for Logan.

It was late and he'd usually show up around now, your meetings held in a trusted pact- an agreement that if sleep held pain, this is where you'd find one another. It was up to choice then, if you'd relocate to one of your room's; if you felt the embrace of the others arms would quiet the horror, just for a while.

Because while it's true that you both may no longer be broken here in the mansion.. you'd always be bruised bone deep.

"Hey" Logan murmers softly, breaking you from your thoughts as you crane your neck toward him. Hes stood tall in the doorway, clad in sweats and a white vest, two steaming mugs in hand as he pads closer, handing you one over the back of the couch. "Figured you'd want a drink, tried to make it how you like"

You nod, taking a tentative sip with a greatful smile. Your eyes fluttering shut a moment as you swallow, relishing the warmth. Logan had indeed made it the exact way he knew you loved, and it swells your heart; the fondness you feel for the action- for him. "'S perfect, thank you.."

"Was nothin.." he shrugs, sighing into his own cup, back hitting the couch besides you. the cushions are a soft embrace for his aching body, the days seeming longer. He'd confessed one night, that the winter had never helped his affliction. That the cold air made his adamantium bones ache in a way that seemed impossible to describe. The sting of his knuckles that bit sharper with each snikt of his claws.

You shift quietly, book page marked and now placed on the coffee table. Logan watches silently as you reach for the soft blanket that lays dormant on the back. Your fingers adjusting the fabric carefully, unfolding and draping it until it rests over his knees too.

Logan smiles, a look reserved for these nights- for you- in his eyes. Its a soft, greatful, little thing; Unreminicent of his usual gruff demeanor. he lifts a large arm bringing it to rest snug behind your shoulders, tugging you closer.

Theres a comfortable silence that follows then, sat side by side. Logan simply watches as you pick the book back up, resuming your page. A warm feeling in his chest that he hasn't felt for a while as your eyes flit across the words.

He still cant understand how anyone could- would- hurt you. Would even dare harm a delicate hair on your head. It boils a possessive type of anger inside of him, that people, the very same that had hurt him, had dared. That they had ruined your trust, made you into something of their design, just like him.

And Its then that Logan cant help how his mouth moves, how it burts the words before he can even think to stop them, make them sound less jumbled. "You uh.. didn't deserve it you know?.. What they did"

The words feel foreign on his tongue but they hold meaning- one that you can feel as you cast your gaze to him.

Theres a look in your eyes he cant quite read as you hum honestly. "Neither did you. you know that right?"

And Logan knows. Hell its deep down but he knows. Yet hearing the words still bring an ache to his chest. Its beyond hard for him to even think about- admit really- even after all this time. He hadn't deserved it and neither had you. But that was certain weather perceived or not.

"Im.. Tired, logan" you trail quietly, casting your book aside as your head falls to rest on his shoulder. "Just.. So tired of being tired."

A shattering feeling stabs at Logan's chest from your admission, a sigh falling against your hair. "I know you are. Hell so am i but.." he pauses, trying to find the correct sentiment.

"We- you- can do this"

You can't help the exhaled sound that slips from you, not a laugh, not not a breath either. "Logan-" you try to protest, try to shift back inside your non vulnerable shell ready to shut down, but he has you locked next to him, fingers coming to rest on your jaw.

"No, look at me, Cmon" he murmurs, cupping and turning your cheek gently until your gaze meet his. "like you told me that once. Its one step at a time alright?"

You recall saying it, remember the context, and yet the idea of saying it to yourself feels foreign- as foreign as the words blurted from logans tongue.

He'd had a nightmare that night, had woken with a hoarse scream and his claws embedded in the plush mattress; pillows ruined with feathers everywhere, soaked in sweat. You'd come barreling in from downstairs having heard his sounds of distress, knowing the situation.

But.. You hadn't laughed, despite him being so surrounded by pillow feathers that he's sure he looked like big bird. You hadn't been cruel or judgemental, pitty in your eyes. You'd just been.. Well, you. Kind and understanding, reassuring him that it was okay, that he was safe. To take a shower and you'd sort the rest. It was from then that the fondness he felt for you had bloomed to something a little more inside of him.

You nod gently, a small, barely there smile on your lips now as you repeat. The light of the fire a soft glow in your eyes, tone a fraction more hopeful. "One step at a time"

"Yeah, thats it sweetheart" he smiles gently, a proud look in his own eye's, before his throat clears. A bashful look taking over his features as he continues, thumb absentmindedly stroking over your cheekbone. A distraction to the honesty he was going to drop "Besides.. you got this knucklehead who'd really like to keep this.. Us.. up"

You swallow, breath stuttering as your cheeks heat."You.. You would?" you sound a little surprised, yet a little hopeful, and It makes Logan smile, hearing your heart pounding in your chest.

"Yeah sweetheart" he breathes, voice a low gravel as he anxiously nods, before rushing to add. "if- if thats something you'd want?"

"Yes!" you exclaim, so excitedly it makes logan chuckle, the deep rumble joining the crackling fire. "I, uh, i mean.. ofcourse i do Logan"

Logans fingers tilt your face higher, his forehead coming to rest on yours as your fingers trace over his scruff coated jaw. "Things are better with you.." you murmer, breath puffing over his lips. "Lighter. You get it, get me.. This.."

He hardly lets you finish before his lips are pressed to yours, breaking the miniscule gap between them. His kiss so uncharacteristically gentle, like he was afraid one taste and you'd break.

"Things are better with you too.." he says quietly, forehead on yours, a smile against your mouth as his nose rubs your cheek.

And so Its that night you both agree, while wrapped up in one another, that things are better together. Better with each others shoulder to lean on. And despite the darkness that would still linger sometimes, that's all that mattered. You and him. Him and you.

[raeinyourdreams]

'call it what you want.' | l.h x reader

pairings: logan howlett x sway!reader

tags: fluff, no established relationship but.. there's something there, mutant!reader (they call her sway due to her mutation.. i love her i wanna talk ab her someone PLEASE ASK AB HER), AFAB reader, she/her pronouns used for reader, no specific petnames for reader (just bub and her hero name.. gets called kid like twice), no use of y/n, written with x1/x2 logan in mind... sigh... save me x2 logan.. anyway, he gives reader his dog tags before a mission in case he.. you know.. so maybe angst? but only til the very end.

wc: 2k!!

a/n: OKAY SO BOOM! this is my first actual work that's not a drabble and i'm so anxious to post AAHHH, i got the inspo from a post i saw a while ago while fried as fuck from someone requesting a fic ab logan giving reader his dog tags, pref fluffy and angsty so i hope i did ur vision justice OP!! tysm for inspo, my reqs are always open 🫶🏻 also i know this is a very burnt card but if something in the wording is off lmk PLEASEE english isn't my first language 😭 anyway enough yapping plz enjoy!! any type of interaction is appreciated

'just know these are yours now.'

you've never seen him without his dog tags, he never took them off, not ever since the first time he came into the mansion. you'd been there the first time, you were a teacher in the school, and you'd seen him occasionally roam the halls and stay by the door, listening in on your class, quietly. but very rarely interacted otherwise, just a simple nod or a 'good morning' that he'd return out of good manners, but he'd mostly keep to himself.

you're a teacher. you're the fun teacher. at least that's what your coworkers seemed to agree upon, seeing how your students appeared to leave your classroom more cheerful than they entered. you'd be lying if you said you didn't use your mutation as an advantage in this situation, being able to read your students' moods every day, how they were feeling and why came insanely handy, especially when it came to giving each student the type of care they needed. which is why you were also a student counselor.

on the days you didn't teach, you'd put that psych degree to work and counsel. in your classroom filled with drawings and fairy lights and stained glass that looked straight from a fairytale, and a door you'd lock for privacy as a student came to confide in you.

obviously despite your title, it wasn't only students who'd come to your office to let a feeling go, teachers too, needed a space to blow off some steam, cry a little sometimes, because they knew you'd soothe them in the end, touch your hand feel the pain dissipate, make it seem as if they'd never felt that way.

up until now, only teachers and students seemed to come to you for help. teachers. and students.

so it did surprise you when the wolverine started showing up in your office after coming back.

"must be tiring. to handle others' emotions like your own all day." he'd say, sitting down on a chair, to which you'd playfully roll your eyes and shake your head. "i don't treat them as my own, i just do what i have to do so they feel better." you'd reply, walking towards the door to lock it out of policy. figured that he was here for counseling as well.

"you treat everyone with so much care it seems like it." he said, which made you stop in your tracks, turning heel to face him, your hair cascading on your shoulders and moving ever so softly as you spun. before you could speak, stunned, he asked again.

"don't you get tired? i mean mentally. it must take a toll on you to be around so many emotions all the time." the way he seemed to read you stunned you, he seemed like a very gruff, cold person from the brief interactions you'd had with him before. truth be told, this was the closest you'd been to logan since he came back to the mansion. it's what other people thought of him, anyway.

but you weren't other people, you were different.

the feeling in your body when you perceive others emotions is strange. you could never put it into words. your mutation was mostly contact based, a small brush of the hand was enough to let you know that person's feelings, the reason behind them, what they needed to feel better and it made it easier to help everyone. you could, however, see and feel the emotions, sometimes even smell them if they were too strong, no need for contact necessary.

with logan, you almost didn't need to be in the same room as him to feel the amount of physical, mental, emotional strain he was constantly under, his superhuman body subconsciously tuning it out, making him oblivious to it. once, after a very dangerous mission, he isolated himself in his room for days, his expression cold and unfazed, but every time you'd walk past an area he was in, the emotions hit you like a truck. so strong you even cried over pain that wasn't yours, a life you hadn't lived.

you looked at him sympathetically, taking a deep breath to concentrate less on the seemingly invisible fog around you two as you sat on the chair, your expression calm and collected. "i'm okay, i promise. thank you, logan."

"like hell you are." "neither are you."

he stays quiet at your retaliation, a weak smile forming on his lips, letting you understand that you were right, not that you needed confirmation.

sometimes, when emotions overpower you, you feel compelled to speak, give words of reassurance, even if you didn't quite know if they'd help or not. "logan, you should let people into your heart, stop living in fear.." you blurted out, unsure of why you were telling him this, but you'd learned to not question it and just speak, because it helped to just hear the words sometimes. it certainly did get you a reaction from logan, as the overbearing feelings you were perceiving faded.. briefly, before they slowly crept back into vision.

it was the faintest of reactions, but a reaction at least.

he nodded, taking in the words silently, as if he were contemplating. you remained stoic, analyzing his demeanor out of pure habit. "did.. you come here for counseling?" you asked, suddenly aware that you were still working, and you weren't even sure if he was here for another reason, or if he did need your help. instead, he shook his head, looking at you as if he were conducting an analysis of his own.

"nah, just came to see you.. sway."

a knock on the door interrupted the brewing tension, a gloomy, childlike presence behind the door, to which you looked at logan apologetically. "i'm sorry logan, i have a student to attend.. but think about what i said." you spoke softly, your warm voice reverberating in his ears like a hug.. something he longed for but couldn't bring himself to ask.

you started seeing him around the classroom more, or rather, he started seeking you out more. in between breaks, before his training, during counseling. it got to a point where your children started greeting him hello and goodbye if he was in the classroom, interacting with him, playing with his hair, always styled like kitty ears. the way he just smiled and let them made something in you bloom, a feeling you couldn't recognize in yourself, but it was pink and warm and fuzzy all over. you couldn't help but wonder if he felt about you this way, too.

slowly, you noticed how, little by little, the gloomy cloud surrounding him would go away when he entered the classroom, how it would be replaced with a pink haze when he looked into your eyes, or made you laugh.. it would quickly fade away, but you'd notice, and noticed how much it resembled that feeling inside you: pink and warm and fuzzy all over.

as time went by, you got used to seeing him around, swinging by your classroom as if it was his haven, a small break from the world he knew, because you were in it. you'd be lying if you said he didn't make you day too, the gloomy atmosphere that once came along with him every time he entered your classroom slowly changing into a lilac haze.

one day, he showed up as the kids were leaving for the day, no colored cloud, but something seemed off. you invited him to sit down as he locked the door after getting in, his expression serene. before you could even speak his hands were on you, pulling you close to him in a hug, and you swore you could feel him shaking slightly. the realization hits you like a bucket of cold water and you just hold him tighter to you, since it feels like the only correct thing to do.

"you're scared."

"no one gets to see me like this, so feel special." said he, almost as if he was confiding a secret in you, which he was.

"oh, trust me, i feel quite special." you replied jokingly, which caused him to let out a chuckle, though it was dull and almost no feeling was tied to it.

you two let go and you asked him what was wrong, and he opened up like it was routine.

"i leave tomorrow. there's a mission out of state and they're asking me to go.. might be off the grid after that for a while." he explained, his voice remained calm but his eyes seemed to reveal to you more of how he was actually feeling.

"i dunno.. thought someone should've known in case.. things go south." your expression changed at that, and logan noticed. "ah, c'mon bub, change that frown, it's just reality. sure, i might be a piece of work to kill but it doesn't mean i can't die."

the silence that fell upon the classroom as you two finished speaking made the words fall with more weight into your heart, it did little to nothing to comfort you as you came to terms with what he said. it shouldn't have been hard - he was just stating a fact -, but it didn't mean that it didn't cut deep for you. you opened your mouth to speak, unsure of what you were even going to say, but he quickly cut you off.

"logan-" "listen, bub, you told me to start letting people into my heart.. i'm letting you in."

slowly, his hands went to unclasp the chain that always dangled on his neck, dog tags adorning his neck with his names, his identities. you looked in awe as he held them out to you. "gimme your hand, kid." and surprisingly, you did as you were told, holding your hand out as he placed the piece on your hand, feeling the cold metal clink softly as it fell and heat up under the temperature of your palm. you looked up at him, unsure of what it meant, of what this changed between you two, but it felt undeniable, even if unspoken.

“now, these.. they’re very special, bub. a reminder of everything that happened that led to here.. and it’s leading me to you right now.” he explained. “feels right for you to have them, i guess.. keep them safe, kid.”

the silence that fell between you two again was more comfortable, filled with a newfound tension that left much to question, but it didn’t feel right to interrupt with all that noise yet. the only sound filling the room was the breathing and a faint humming of the white noise machine you kept in your room, next by the door. you opened up your mouth again, your mind utterly blank and filled with thoughts and questions at the same time, unsure of which one was going to breach through your mind to materialize out in the cold, tense air.

“.. why me? trust me, i’m flattered, but i’m no one special, logan..” you questioned, and it made him frown.

“you are special. you're special to me.” your eyes widened at the confession and you watched as a soft smile settled on his face, one that made your heart flutter with the sheer tenderness he held in his gaze. “call it what you want.. just know these are yours now.” he said it so calmly, you wouldn't have tought he was handing you his heart, placing it in soft, tender hands and pleading you to not break it, not change it, and instead embrace it and accept it as it came, rough around the edges.

with that, he stood up from the chair, took your hand to squeeze it briefly, and walked out of the room, not before looking back at you one last time, the heaviness that he carried as he entered the room seemingly gone, all that you could perceive was a haze, all too familiar, one that left as quick as it came as his eyes met yours.

pink, warm, and fuzzy all over.

additional author's note: BOOM SHAKALAKA I POSTED FINALLY!! i think it's a little rushed BUT!! it's cause i have a (smutty) part 2 planned for this HEHEJEHE i don't like writing (or reading) series bcs i get sad when they end but i just might.... hehehe... anyway pls lmk what u think!! or i kill off logan 🥰🥰 your choice 🥰🥰

taglist: @allen-444

[iratempestatis]

Saw you asking for Xiao requests and thought I could send some!

This might be a little odd one, but... A self-aware Xiao finding out that he has fans like us who love him kinda romantically? It could be fun!

Xiao Waxes Poetic About Fandom

Xiao x gn!reader, 1.5k words. Anon I'm so sorry but I had actually no idea how to write this adgvhfcdcb. I tried my best but I kept giggling about lost 50/50s and and my 80 cr Xiao never critting without Motivation (crit food). I actually considered making hcs instead but I kept writing drabbles instead. Then I tried to write a fic, but kept writing... hcs... Perhaps if inspiration strikes me I'll revisit this idea someday, but! For now, allow me to present you with what feels like a raccoon in a tiara and a feather duster dress-

If Xiao could control player summons, he’d be yours already.

Unfortunately, he cannot- ergo you’ve made a hundred and forty pulls with not a Xiao in sight.

You've never hated Diluc more in your life, he can tell. Poor Diluc.

There are twenty minutes left for his banner to disappear for Devs know how long. He knows your luck is decidedly not his fault, but feels guilty nonetheless. What if he’s treated the same as Ganyu? Or, Devs forbid, Eula? 

You really did look forward to getting him, building him. He was so startled by your devotion- seated on that banner, he could see you anxiously open your inventory, check if you had enough primogems. You pre-farmed for him. You made silly little rituals for him(he winced when they failed). It was absurd. He was a high investment hyper carry. Why bother?

But you pulled Furina, and you pulled Faruzan. You don't have Xianyun (yet, he thinks, in both awe and alarm as he sees her ascension and talent materials in your inventory.)

He cannot fathom it. 

Perhaps you wanted Xianyun for herself- but then you also have Faruzan with all of her constellations lit up. And you also have Furina- and god, nevermind, you really did want him. The set you intend to put on Xianyun is the Song of Days Past. Four piece. With energy recharge substats.

You’re so close. Seventy. You get Layla. He echoes you when he mutters “but you’re not even on the banner!”

Twenty minutes left. You caress the screen. (That's a bit much.) Your brows are pinched together, lower lip worried by your teeth.

“I might have to break my free to play status,” you whisper.

It's not worth it! He wants to scream. Don't do it!

You bite your lip again as you find a chest. Primogem count: 159.

Oh dear.

“It’s fine,” you whisper. “It’s fine. This is fine.”

Xiao wishes he could make you go to bed somehow. You’ve been awake for hours. It’s fine even if you don’t pull him now, he returns like clockwork every lantern rite- hm? What are you pulling your Tighnari out for?

He knows you never really bothered to build him prior, purely because farming those fungi was a pain. He watches as you make Yelan rush up to the cliffs of the very Chasm before switching to Tighnari. When he realises what you’re doing, he buries his face in his palms. Your party members groan. Xiao wonders if you’re serious- you want to hit a bird in flight? With your aim?

“FOOL!” Faruzan shrieks. “Attack the ruin guard at Stormbearer instead! That achievement is much easier to get- Hat Guy, do something-“

“Too late.” He smacks his forehead with the back of his hand. “It’s started.”

Shing! Nothing Special, Just Practice.

What-?

You whoop, then cough and fall silent, anxiously peeking out of your room. Your fingers shake with trepidation as they land on the screen.

Wish x1.

Xiao feels a familiar tug as he hurtles through the air.

✦—————————————✦

Much to his immense surprise, this is an incredibly familiar story. Every time his banner rolls around there’s people that want him- spend for him, run amok collecting primogems for him. Farming for him. Giving him increasingly prettier and stronger polearms. Thrusting the Staff of Homa in his hands (sorry, Hu Tao).

He’s always a bit baffled, unless the person is someone already inclined to spend. He’s not a good choice for anyone’s account. He’s incredibly unflexible. A bit niche even. He doesn’t even do what his element is meant for.

Yet somehow you seem to enjoy running around with him. Making him special little layouts in the teapot. Insisting he collects your rewards every time. Making him speak to Katheryne every day (it’s so awkward every time, and she keeps laughing when your back is turned).

He remembers doing the Chasm quest with you. When it had begun, you were nothing short of gleeful, which brought him only anguish- he knew in part what had transpired and what was about to- and he knew you’d only be heartbroken by the end of this story.

And you were. You somehow managed to contain yourself till the very end- refusing to move to have even a sip of water until the quest concluded. You were patient- absorbing every every dialogue, every inch of text you could get your hands on.

To be loved is to be known, he thinks amusedly as you sniffle at the conclusion, then immediately open the wiki to confirm some tiny wretched detail. He can’t help but smile to himself a little as you angrily mutter profanities at the advertisements jumping out at you.

✦—————————————✦

“Is she SERIOUS.”

Xiao exhales softly as the Wanderer paces around the teapot. He hasn’t shut up since you logged in- because as soon as you finished your dailies, you occupied yourself straight away with painstakingly modifying the teapot (and crying over changes you accidentally forgot to save), all to welcome home the newest limited anemo five star. He’s been furious since he heard of her and ergo his potentially impending powercreep, much to the amusement of literally everyone besides Barbara, who feels sorry for him and Qiqi, who keeps forgetting who he even is. Xiao wishes he could tell you- he’s sure you’d laugh to no end, but even if he could you probably wouldn’t hear him right now since you’re currently occupied with one of your wretched rituals. This one involves Chongyun and- OH dear, no-

Furina grits her teeth as the glacial greatsword slams into the ground, straight through her neck. Chongyun looks like he really wishes the teapot had a bathroom. Xiao sighs.

Tiny fingers tug on his sleeve. Xiao blinks and turns around to face Sayu, her face puffy, her eyes crusty and glued shut. Eugh. Children really are something sometimes. Xiao considers wiping at her face with his sleeve, but… no. The Wanderer barks a laugh.

“What’s going on?” Sayu yawns. “Who are we pulling for?”

“Chasca,” Xiao says as the Wanderer hisses like a cat. “I wonder if she’ll need Faruzan too?”

They turn to Faruzan, sprawled like a corpse across the grass. You need to touch some too, Xiao thinks. You’ve wasted nearly an hour on the game today, and today has barely begun. He suspects you just like the thrill of gacha and are desperate for a five star. Weren’t you saving up for Xianyun? No matter.

Xiao knows you’ll never stop using him. You love him too dearly and sunk cost fallacy has effectively reeled you in, stored you away in a grimy little box. You’ve invested too much into Xiao to cast him aside now. But the Wanderer…

Barbara trots out the house just as the sky darkens, a cloudy depression opening up in the heavens. The Wanderer finally stops ranting, something about loyalty and actually amusing gameplay. Barbara puts the Tome of Eternal Flow away with a gasp upon noticing the giant HOLE in the sky (how did she just notice? Why is she gasping at the wishing screen when you open it thrice a day?) and gently nudges Faruzan out of her dysania to welcome home the newest anemo dps. Faruzan sniffles. Poor woman. It can’t be easy, dealing with him and the (thankfully, now quiet) ex Fatuus.

You pull. Xiao doesn’t bother holding his breath. It might as well be Bennett pulling, really because recently you’ve been getting exactly nothing of value. Another Faruzan, a Gorou for some godforsaken reason, four rainslashers, and so forth.

“Perhaps you’ll avoid your fourth betrayal,” Xiao muses. The Wanderer shoots him a startled glare, then laughs.

“Perhaps. You’re lucky, twink- NO!”

“Chasca, Flower-Feather Clan. Any disputes you need me to end for you? Depending on the situation, it could cost you a little di-“

✦—————————————✦

All things considered, it’s been a strange few years for Xiao. Since the game’s inception, he’s known he would be consigned to a solitary fate. He’s not a straightforward person, or particularly honest. He’s troublesome to play and troublesome to speak with. His chronicles are drenched in blood and anguish, quietly nestled away in softly murmured dialogue, artifact descriptions and optional adventures. Whatever love he was once showered with had long since washed away by the years that came after. And yet...

People continued to bother reaching past his exterior, reaching about with tender fingers. Wanting to know. Wanting to learn. They spoke of him. They took soft little bunches of their finite time and spun it into stories of him, art of him, words and adoration whispered and passed among one another in the communities they formed- that came together all because of their love for him.

It never failed to astonish him, fill him with gratitude so copious it was difficult to contain at times. It always drove him a bit insane- people loved him enough to painstakingly learn about him, strengthen him. That he was significant enough to sow the seeds of friendship formed by the common love felt for him.

Thinking about it makes him feel a bit silly. He’s just a character. He wonders if the others think about this as well (not Qiqi for sure) but he’s glad to have brought people someone real comfort after his fictional atrocities. Mortals… humans. He snorts a bit. He’ll try a bit harder to crit for you tomorrow.

[jewelz11]

Period Cramps

a/n: hi!!! this is my first ever little writing so i thought a drabble would be good to get me started. figured this would be a good topic since i am currently suffering in bed. anyway! i hope you enjoy this and please give me any suggestions to write about or any critics on this! love you!

no warnings! all fluff

logan x reader (i imagined x1/x2 logan but you can imagine any) ⇩

Your periods are your worst nightmare. Every month for one week you experience the worst pain anything can ever bring you; even with your mutation, the pain is rough. When you started dating Logan, he never knew the right way to comfort you. This man would get you chocolate, your favorite food, run a bath, and try a cuddle with you; yet the pain would still be there, and he felt hopeless. Logan has heightened senses, so he knows your entire cycle, from your mood swings in your follicular phase to the nonstop horniness in your ovulation stage to the dreading menstruation phase. 

He loves you with all his heart, but sometimes it can get a little overwhelming for him because he hates to see you in pain, especially the type of pain he doesn’t know how to cure. 

“Princess?” Logan says quietly, walking into your dark shared room. You hum in response as you are curled up in your bed. “Can I get you anything?” He walks over to the side of the bed and rubs your back.

“No,” you briefly state. He sighs softly and moves to get up from the bed. “Stay,” you say, lower than a whisper. A slow smile creeps up on his face before looking at you, your back still facing him.

He kicks off his shoes then joins you in bed, wrapping you in his arms and holding you all night, wishing he could give you his strong healing powers so you can be back on your feet.

“I love you, sweetheart,” he whispers into your neck, thinking you were asleep.

[kaixserzz]

just a little drabble i had in mind with cutie akademiya zandik :3 will make more in the future because im obsessed with this man.

dottore drabble x1 - "gossip"

"you won't believe what just happened."

upon hearing your words, zandik couldn't help but let a small smile form on his lips. his focus still stayed on the documents he was writing, yet he glanced in your direction, watching you sit on his bed, right next to his desk.

"another gossip for me?" he muses, and you huff, crossing your arms. zandik never had a single care for the people around him, especially the people who had nothing but scorn in their eyes whenever they see him.

and yet he always finds himself listening to every word you say about the people at the akademiya. there was just this certain allure in your voice that drew him to hear, to let his eyes follow every dramatic movement of your hands, and watch as your face morphed into different emotions throughout your storytelling.

"it's not like you say no every time i tell you stuff!" you pout at him, propping yourself up on his desk with your elbows, watching him write away. "and it's not like you actually listen, you just sit there, look pretty, while i ramble nonsense into your ear."

zandik raised a brow, his smile widening when he saw you sulk. he put down his pen, and turned his head to look at you. "is it about that one professor you were complaining about a few days ago?" he asked, humming while he was lost in thought, "or was it the girl who's been refusing to go on dates with her boyfriend?"

immediately, you broke out into a massive grin, eyes lighting up like fireworks. "oh, so you do listen!" you happily giggled, staring at him with those love-sick eyes and adorably kicking your feet.

of course, he does. zandik will always listen, no matter how absurd it is. word for word, any story that came from your lips will be something of his interest.

after all, you've shown nothing but genuine curiosity about his research. there was never disgust, disdain, nor fear in your eyes. only the loving warmth of your affections, and unwavering support for him.

"now, go on, tell me what's the news this time." he urged you, and you immediately went off, hands flying as you explained what happened thoroughly, ensuring he was on track with your recent gossip.

he may not care for others, but he does care about you. and so he listens, nodding along as you speak. zandik occasionally comments, then laugh when you crack a joke or two.

but if you spared the time to pay close attention to him at times like these, you will notice that every second of it, there's a soft, sincere smile that only ever appears in your presence.

- ̥۪͙۪˚┊❛❛ If you like this a lot, consider reblogging! I'll appreciate it very very much! Don't repost and/or translate my work anywhere. ❜❜ ┊˚ ̥۪͙۪◌

[odxrilove]

BIRTHDAY BOY (TEASER)

PAIRING: mingyu x f!reader

GENRE: fluff, friends to lovers, bday party!au? kinda confession!au, uni!au but not really mentionned

WARNINGS: , flirting, swearing, alchohol, drinking, one mention of being high (not yn or seventeen), etc typical party stuff, game of truth or dare, minghao is annoying x1 (jk), yn gets jealous a bit, yn and mingyu are in love ewwww, huge make-out session (borderline smut...) (JKKK. or am i), lots of tension + more?

WC: 440 for the teaser, +8.1k for the full fic

SYNOPSIS: It’s Mingyu’s birthday party, and Hoshi lets something out under the influence of alcohol. Apparently, you have two gifts prepared for him– completely throwing out the one-gift tradition your friend group strictly follows. However, Hoshi’s a liar — and a bad one at that — but it’s already too late. Even though Mingyu knows he’s supposed to be excited about all the gifts he’s receiving tonight, he’s (not so surprisingly) only interested in everything you’re giving him.

A/N: this was supposed to be a cute short drabble for his bday but exams happened and suddenly i found myself writing 8k of tension during summer break. rec song - i dont understand but i luv u by seventeen 

FIC TAGLIST: @etherealyoungk @simpforyongbokk @luvhyun3 @haew0nz comment or ask/send an ask to be tagged!

back to masterlist !

THE FULL FIC IS OFFICIALLY OUT !

Mingyu hums, raising his head to look at the end of the hallway, where the door to the balcony is situated. When he returns his gaze to you, he tilts his head cutely, licking his lips. “You wanna wait by the balcony? I told the guests not to go on there too much so that i won’t get a noise complaint from the neighbors. I think it’s safe if you go there.” 

With a smile, you nod at Mingyu, “yeah, that would be great. Thanks.” You place one of your hands on the wall next to the kitchen before leaning in so he hears you better over the music. “Don’t die in there by the way! We haven’t even gone to Iceland yet like we planned to years ago– it would be a waste for you to miss out on our extravagant bucket list, right?”

Mingyu’s laugh fills your ears, the sound making you smile from ear to ear. “C’mon, who do you take me for? Seok– Oh sorry.” Mingyu cuts himself off, lifting his two hands in the air with one still holding all the shot glasses. The girl, who just bumped into Mingyu, and who you recognize as one of your classmates from your major, pushes her hair behind her ear, blushing at your friend. 

Before she leaves, she mumbles a few words, but the music is way too loud for you to make out what it was, and then she’s gone. 

You don’t pay too much attention to it, as does Mingyu, who’s already back to look at you. It’s not the first and certainly not the last time someone is going to bump into one of you two at his party. 

“Sorry, what were you saying?” You turn back to Mingyu, crossing your arms and making the silver necklace you’re currently wearing shine even more under the flashy led lights. 

“Ah, sweetheart, you never listen do you?” Mingyu brings his free hand up to your jaw, tapping on the underside of your chin with his index finger. “I said, you need to stop biting your lips when you’re nervous. They’re too pretty for that.” 

You can’t speak, your entire vocabulary having left your body. His hand then turns to cup the underside of your jaw, his thump grazing over your bottom lip, ultimately smudging a bit of your lipgloss. Your mouth falls open a bit at the shock but he doesn’t stop. “A pretty color.. for pretty lips. Suiting.” His thumb sweeps one last time over your lip before he retreats into the kitchen. 

“Wait for me by the balcony, I'll grab our drinks for us.” 

general taglist: @0x1lovebot @fairybinie @blaqpinksthetic @odetoyeonjun @pockyandme @soobin-chois @soobisms @junityy @kaimal @laylasbunbunny @jaeyunverse @enhacolor @honglynights @starry-mins @bibinnieposts @raevyng @yoonzin0 @hoeforcheol @pearlygraysky @4xiaojun

please do not copy, repost or steal any of my work. all content belongs to @odxrilove

[seokmattchuus]

Master-Masterlist

Thots & Drabbles Optional Bias Soloists

🩵 Most written about (Currently): Zerobaseone Stray Kids

🩶 Always down to write for: CIX Kard Victon Vixx Monsta X Ateez

��� Want to write more of: Wei The Rose Cravitry Got7 SF9 Ampers&one The Boyz

🩷 Don't mind writing for: EXO Astro Vav Ikon One Pact Pentagon

🤍 Don't really write for anymore but won't turn down: X1 (r.i.p 😔✊🏻) Nct & WayV UNIQ Ab6ix Bts

[flauschiii]

∘°❀ 𝗘𝗻𝗱𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗴𝗿𝗶𝗻 ❀°∘

⸺❀°∘ 𝖲𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗒 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆!𝖮𝖼. 𝖳𝗈𝗄𝗒𝗈𝖱𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌

𝖣𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗌! 𝖯𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖳𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾! 𝖥𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿! 𝖢𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍! 𝖢𝗎𝗍𝖾! 𝖨𝗇𝗇𝗈𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍! 𝖭𝗈𝖲𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗋! 𝖤𝗇𝖾𝗆𝗂𝖾𝗌𝖳𝗈𝖫𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌!

Drabbles x1, x2, x3, x4

Drabble x1

Mit konzentriertem Blick siehst du auf den Pfirsichschopf vor dir. Deine Beine liegen ausgestreckt an seinen Seiten und das heiße Glätteisen zischt in deinen Fingern, als du versuchst den Lockenkopf zu bändigen.

Warum er glatte Haare will, weißt du nicht. Deiner Meinung nach soll seine Frisur genau so bleiben wie sie ist, doch Smiley hat sich noch nie von deinen Worten beeindrucken lassen und so kommt es nun, dass ihr auf dem Sofa sitzt.

In unregelmäßigen Abständen streicht er über dein Bein, gibt wohlige Laute von sich wenn er die nächste glatte Strähne sieht und lehnt sich gegen deinen Oberkörper.

Drabble x2

''Verpiss dich doch einfach'', maulst du Smiley an und versuchst dich aus seinem Griff zu befreien. Denkst du jedenfalls. Doch dieses eingeengte Gefühl geht dir gehörig auf die Nerven und wird durch sein stetig anhaltendes Lachen verstärkt. 

Manchmal hasst du es, vor allem in ernsten Situationen fühlt es sich an als lacht er dich aus. ''Du hast damit angefangen!'', brummt er zurück und spielt auf den Nachtischdiebstahl an. Wie unnötig, hätte er ihn eben direkt geteilt anstatt sich so anzustellen.

Empört bläst du die Wangen auf und siehst zur Seite. ''Du bist so ein Sturkopf'', murmelst du vor dich hin und hältst ihn mit der anderen Hand auf Abstand. Ausdauernd drückt er sich dagegen. Sein Blick brennt sich in deine Haut, auch wenn du ihn nicht ansiehst. 

In einer einzigen Bewegung fahren seine Finger von deinem Handgelenk hoch um sich fast schon zärtlich vor deine zu legen. Du siehst auf, die Augen groß vor Verwirrung und der plötzlichen Veränderung.

Die andere greift um deine Kiefer, bevor er unbeholfen seine Lippen auf deine legt und die Augen zusammenkneift. Zwei Sekunden vergehen in denen du erstarrt vor ihm stehst und blinzelst, als er dich mit geröteten Wangen ansieht. Dein Magen dreht Saltos.

Drabble x3

Gedankenverloren steckst du ein Schreibutensil nach dem anderen in den Schopf deines Vordermanns. Angrys geweitete Augen am Nebentisch und der grimmige Gesichtsausdruck sprechen Bände. Was sollst du auch den ganzen Unterricht über machen wenn dir selbst das genommen wird.

Also steckst du weiter Dinge hinein, fragst dich wie viel seine orangenen Locken noch halten können und siehst es als deine persönliche Aufgabe an, es heute herauszufinden. Jedenfalls hier, vor dem Lehrer, kannst du sicher sein nicht seine Wut vollständig abzubekommen. Sein eisiges Lachen hat dich schon oft erschaudern lassen. 

Gerade als du dein Werk mit dem HelloKitty Füller vollenden möchtest, werden deine Finger aufgehalten. Unnachgiebig liegt seine Hand um ihnen, hindert dich an weiteren Bewegung. ''Nahoya'', flüsterst du, ohne eine Reaktion zu bekommen. Du neigst deinen Kopf um seine Gesichtszüge zu erkennen.

Wird er dich nach der Schule umbringen? Unsicher ziehen sich deine Augenbrauen zusammen und ein Schauer überkommt dich. Es benötigt nur einen Herzschlag, dem du selbst nicht ausreichend folgen kannst.

Der unnachgiebige Druck, der deine Finger kurz zuvor zusammengedrückt hat und fast Schmerzhaft auf dem Stift lag verschwindet. Dann dringt Wärme in deine Haut und deine Hand liegt auf seiner Schulter während sein Daumen in sanften Zügen darüber gleitet.

Hitze schießt in deine Wangen. Die Worte des Lehrers sind schon lange in weite Ferne gerückt und dein Herz stolpert unbeholfen vor sich hin wie ein lahmer Gaul. Du schaffst es nicht, deine Hand wieder zurück zu ziehen und willst es aus unerfindlichen Gründen nicht. Dieses neuartige Gefühl beschert dir Schmetterlinge im Bauch die wild umher flattern. 

Bei dem schrillen Klingeln denkst du, es ist vorbei, doch anstatt seine Hand zu senken, verschränkt er eure Finger miteinander. ''Willst du deine Sachen später zurück oder soll ich sie behalten?'', fragt er mit einem angedeuteten Lächeln, das fast schon zurückhaltend wirkt.

Drabbles 4x

Du hast versucht die Zeichen zu ignorieren. Du hast es wirklich versucht. Hast die aufkommenden Gefühle beiseite geschoben und dich noch mehr auf die Abneigung fokussiert. Hast deine Gedanken mit allem schlechten was ihn umgibt benebelt, alle roten Flaggen noch heller leuchten lassen als sie es wirklich sind bis du selbst nicht mehr weißt was wirklich passiert.

Jetzt stehst du vor ihm, die Kiefer angespannt und die Hände zu Fäusten geballt. Dennoch schweift dein Blick von seinem breiten Lachen zu der kleinen Falte neben seinen Mundwinkeln und du kommst nicht umhin dir vorzustellen wie weich sie wohl sein mögen. 

''Warum gaffst du so?'', murrt er in einem erstickenden Ton. Die Augen zu schmalen Schlitzen verengt, die Ader präsent hervorstehend an seiner Schläfe und das aufgesetzte Grinsen wie eine Maske die alles andere verdeckt.

Dieser Ton macht dich wahnsinnig. Seine Stimme ist schrecklich und bringt deine Ohren zum bluten, doch du kommst nicht umhin, diesen winzigen Hauch zu bemerken der mit ihr schwingt. Nur ganz unterschwellig, fast nicht zu bemerken, ist da eine Sanftheit die von seinem aggressiven Gelächter übertönt wird. 

Du blinzelst angestrengt um den irrsinnigen Gedanken zu vertreiben. Bald zweifelst du noch selbst an deiner Zurechnungsfähigkeit. ''Ich hab noch nie ein so hässliches lachen gesehen'', erwiderst du ungehalten. Dennoch spielen deine Finger unruhig miteinander als er einen Schritt näher tritt. Dein Herz rast um ein Rennen zu gewinnen ohne über die Konsequenzen nachzudenken. 

Dein unsicherer Blick zur Seite lässt ihn aufhorchen, mutiger werden. Mit einem weiteren Schritt steht er direkt vor dir, greift dein abwehrendes Handgelenk. Du hältst dagegen, denkst jedenfalls dass du es tust. Es regt sich nichts und dein skeptischer Blick weitet sich, als versuchst du in der dunkelsten Nacht etwas zu erkennen. 

In der Stille ändert sich die Atmosphäre. Erst fast unmerklich, dann wie ein Donnergrollen in deinem Bauch das du nicht mehr ignorieren kannst. Seine Mundwinkel senken sich langsam. Die aufblitzenden Zähne werden von seinen Lippen bedeckt bis sie nur noch etwas zwischen ihnen sichtbar sind. Dafür öffnen sich seine Augen.

Siehst du zum ersten mal in sie ohne den überheblich verächtlichen Blick? Die Farbe eines reifen Pfirsichs, glänzend und so sanft, dass du darin versinkst. Du willst das nicht. Das alles ist zu viel und die Emotionen sind zu widersprüchlich als dass du sie selbst benennen kannst.

''Ich wusste nicht, dass du so hübsch bist wenn du endlich mal die Klappe hältst'', flüstert er.

[flowersforbucky]

Logan Howlett Masterlist

��smut |🤍fluff |💫over 1k notes |✨️over 2k notes|🫶🏻my personal favorite

works listed newest to oldest in each category

one-shots

either way, i'm going your way 🖤🤍 - worst!logan x neighbor!reader valentine's fic

where the lines overlap 🖤✨️🫶🏻 - dofp!logan, sex pollen trope, frenemies to lovers.

i got it bad 🖤🤍✨️ - worst!logan overhears neighbor!reader talking about what she fantasizes about doing to him.

for always and ever is always for you 🖤🤍✨️🫶🏻 - old man!logan x healer!reader

by the end of the night 🖤🤍💫 - worst!logan x empath!reader

lavender & velvet 🖤🤍💫 - worst!logan x neighbor!reader

diet pepsi 🖤🤍💫 - old man!logan limousine sex, inspired by the song diet pepsi by addison rae.

straight to my head 🖤 - x1/x2 era!logan

drabbles

logan's flannel 🤍 - old man!logan comes home to find reader wearing his flannel

home 🤍 - old man!logan comfort and reassurance

dog tags drabble 🖤💫 - x1/x2 era!logan

claw kink drabble 🖤💫 - worst!logan

series

for always & ever is always for you series masterlist

[ellinights]

Han Seungwoo: Under Me (warning!M)

genre: smut, bottom! seungwoo

so this got inspired by my seungwoo as a switch bulleted scenario so-

.

.

.

"touch me please.. just anywhere I don't mind.."

the little soft begs passing through his red, slightly bruised soft lips, turns you on so much. your skin shivered at the intonation of his voice. you never knew how obscene a simple plead could be, especially coming out from the one and only, your lover, han seungwoo.

leaning forward from the backrest of the chair and resting your arms against your knees, your lips stretched out into a sly smirk, your gaze reflecting confidence and power.

you stretched out your legs, before standing up from the seat as you walked and stand at the opposite side of the male, all under your control with just one simple word,

"yes? baby boy?"

and now, he is already losing it.

a long string of whiny moans lingered across the room, ringing against your eardrum. it was music to your ears. you wished you knew this side of your boyfriend sooner

you were having so much fun, maybe too much to be exact. seeing him implying under your command made you squirm in the inside. a discussion about pet names lead you both to this new world of sexual pleasure.

what are against the odds? you've been fantasizing about this for some time, and you never knew the dominant side of you started growing day by day. and now it was your chance to finally be the leader in bed. you couldn't wait any longer to wreck him, but you wanted to savior the moment.

and see how much a good boy seungwoo is.

"calling you that pet name really took an effect on you huh? my prince?" a new pet name escaped past your dry lips,crossing your arms and put it up against your chest, causing another moan to emit out from the taller male's sinful mouth.

he just nodded his head eagerly, his slender fingers scraping against the soft surface of the silk ribbon, tying around both of his wrists, up against the headboard of the shared bed.

simply, just beautiful. you thought out.

there's no adjectives in the english dictionary to explain how lewd the sight in front of you is. his hands restrained above his head, his body fully bare in display, sweat against his supple baby-like skin. somehow the salty substance simmered the brightest on the inked part of his skin. his tattoos were much more prominent when he was breaking out sweat. and his skin coloured with purple and red. and his reddening throbbing member standing tall like a rod, twitching at every word you say.

your dark orbs were too drawn into him, when the taller male let out this sharp whine that could shatter the glass near him due to the pitch. you snapped back out from your inspection, coming to a sight where his bottom lip jutted out into a pitiful pout.

you awed sarcastically, as you straddled against his lap now, one of your arms pinned beside his head as the other free hand pushed away the soft wisp of hair away from his already sweaty forehead.

"trying to pull of a pity show huh?"

he let out another whine, shaking his head, but you know he was lying. you then raised an eyebrow at his action, as his eyes drowned in fear

" please just.. touch my cock.." his voice was almost inaudible to hear, but you caught everything.

teasing him is probably one of your favourite activities with him in bed now. your hands roamed against every skin you could touch, your lips painted every skin it could reach, his lips getting bitten by you as you showed who's taking in charge tonight, but you never touched his aching member. you just wanted to test the waters out, to see if he is the obedient puppy he claims. surprisingly he was pliant, allowing you to take charge without a question.

"touch you? no" you said loud and clear. he almost parted his lips to let out his screehy whines again but held it back, as he slowly nods his head up and down.

a playful smile hanged around your lips, before you leaned down towards his swollen ones, and placed a messy smooch against it.

you only hear sounds of wet lips smacking against each other now. and tiny little whimpers slipping past seungwoo's mouth.

"you've been a good boy, being so patient as I teased you baby" you let out a compliment, millimeters away from his lips, causing his whole complexion to turn red, running down his neck.

you pulled yourself away, now giving him a strip show as you slowly unbuttoned the buttons of your thin shirt, slipping past your shoulder and thudding against his lap. then your index finger latched onto the waistband of your pants and underwear, pulling them down as you threw them onto the floor in an unknown distance.

you know how much he wants to touch you at how he yanked the silk ribbon. your eyes gave him a cold stare, and he quickly apologised softly as he stopped his doings.

now, you both are transparent between each other. his perfectly symmetrical set of teeth gnawing on his spit-slicked bottom lip at the naked sight of you.

"now I take back what I said, trying to get yank that pretty ribbon off your wrist when I tied it for you nicely hm? naughty baby boy"

his member started leaking out more white clear sticky liquid from the tip than usual. the liquid tailing down to the base of his length, wetting in between the ridges of his perfectly built abs.

he hummed as a response, before speaking out softly, "punish me then please... my master.."

oh you already know how the night is gonna be with that new nickname he used on you.

.

.

.

did I just wrote that..oh my god.. I am innocent I swear

n e ways uhm yeah here is a little something for you guys who liked my seungwoo as a switch bulleted scenario. thank you so much! requests are still open, and read my pinned before requesting! see ya folks, I promise I'll get into the requests soon!

[fairykeeho]

well, hello!! where should i start?! :]

hm, this blog was made to share happiness, sometimes sadness, and not so good art with you! yes, in this blog im going to write fluff and angst if u wish, for the following groups:

ab6ix

cix

cravity

golden child

the boyz

wei

lovelyz

bae173

x1 ...

p1harmony

im gonna write:

drabbles

oneshots

reactions

imagines

feel free to request, they are always open!! i love writing, so it would be a pleasure to share my works with you, by you! :]

[prettywordsyouleft]

for chelle chats, maybe a drabble with han seungwoo and about a road trip? (could be a moment during it or them getting ready to go, just to give u some ideas to keep it short)

Of course!

Pairing: Han Seungwoo x female reader

Word count: 353

________________

So far, everything on your road trip had gone to plan. You hadn’t gotten lost at all, your friend Seungwoo had taken turns with you to drive and you were already over halfway to your destination when you pulled into the parking lot of the hotel you had booked into for the night.

Once rested, you would drive the final stretch to your sister’s wedding venue tomorrow. With how organised you had been on this road trip, you weren’t quite prepared for any mishaps, though. 

“Excuse me?”

“I’m sorry, but your booking doesn’t exist,” the clerk repeated politely, and you glanced at Seungwoo desperately.

He calmly took control of the situation. “Well, can we make a reservation right now for a twin room?”

“You need two beds?” the clerk questioned, looking at you both as she tapped on the keyboard for a moment. She shook her head. “Sorry, we don’t have any available.”

“Do you have any rooms left?!” you exclaimed, unable to keep calm any longer.

And that’s how you ended up sharing a bed with Seungwoo an hour later. Glancing over at him before back at the ceiling, you attempted to smile. “This isn’t so bad.”

“You’re acting as if sharing with me is awful, Y/N.”

“It just isn’t what I planned for.”

“Maybe you should allow for more flow in your plans then,” Seungwoo offered, rolling onto his side and staring over at you. You peeked at him before returning your gaze to the ceiling. He chuckled. “Does this make you uncomfortable?”

“I’ve known you for years, so hardly.”

“Then how come you’re gripping tightly at the blankets?”

“I do that.”

“Uh-huh.”

You groaned. “Okay, so maybe I’m a little worried. There’s always that trope in wedding stories where two people who aren’t together end up in one bed. And now it’s here.”

“Two people can share a bed, Y/N.”

“Yes, but you mustn’t know what else happens.”

“Something like this?” he said and pressed his lips to the side of your face. You turned to stare at him dumbfounded, and Seungwoo smirked. “I know the trope all too well.”

________________

My ask box is open for this week’s Chelle Chats!