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People, you won't belive it but I just woke up and it's 2 am and I still feel good.
Like, I dreamed about him staying over night and for some reason we were making cookies at night and he fell asleep on the dream.
I loved it. And yeah, I just woke up and am still happy. Hehe :)
I hope he got home safe and sleeps well
I'm crying how can he be so good? How can someone be so kind and loving towards me?
I don't get it? It feels so good.
He wants to come over even if I am sick and have to study?? What the fuck? I didn't know people could do that?
I'm actually crying, Noone ever did that for me. Noone ever cared like that??
What the actual fuck, I am feeling so much??
His hands are so warm and comforting and his smile is so sweet and his eyes so pretty and his voice so calming and his overall presence just everything and and-
I'm cold. It's so cold.
Why can't I be with him? Why can't I feel safe and warm? Why can't I kiss him? Why can't I fall asleep next to him?
My heart longs for him, my soul misses his touch.
Honestly, even when if he leaves me I'm still so grateful to have met him.
Like, he showed me new music, motivated me to start being creative again, helped me accept my scars, went to concerts with me and showed me what I can have.
I was so down when I met him, and I'm really doing better now. Thanks to his influence.
So even if he leaves me, I'll still have a friend and a life.
All I want is to be loved. To have him cradle me in his arms. To lay my head on his chest and listen go his heartbeat. To braid his hair and kiss his nose.
My heart breaks because I can't be with him.
The only thing I was looking forward to is seeing him. But I don't know when that will even be.
Maybe never again.
Maybe I'm just dramatic.
But it feels like we'll never be together again...
I want to be back in his arms. I want to be with him.
When he says he's not good but he literally teaches me how to play guitar, kisses my scars, makes cute little Keychains, has a stuffie, kisses my nose and wore his hoodie so it would smell like him when he gave it to me.
It hurts.
It hurts so much.
I need someone, anyone, to love me.
Being unlovable hurts.
It's the pain of knowing that noone can ever love me the way I love them.
To love the way I do is to burn and scratch open my skin just to try and show you a part of me.
It's to always wait for something.
I try to fill the void he left with anything that could kill me.
I'll die before letting myself fall in love again.
Lumberjack Logan howlett x bottom male reader NSFW imagines. ૮ ․ ․ ྀིა
A/N (I’ve been doin a lot of Yandere content recently but I can no longer deny the down bad thoughts I’m having of this big O’l honey badger~!) ૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა
Just imagining Logan who gets all feral over your scent, always nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck gripping at your skin with a groan, his hands always wandering their way down your body to your belt trying to snake it undone while muttering “such a soft pretty boy, all hard just for me right?” He’d coo in your ear when his hand wraps around the base of your cock.
Just imagining Logan who holds your hand from behind, his claws poking out of his knuckles further every time he thrusts into you, designated holes in your mattress from all the times he’s fucked you just grunting out “mh sorry baby, see what your body’s doin t’me? You got me all wild” he’d huff out trying to consult you and praise you with his facial hair prickling against your shoulder blades.
Just imagining Logan’s face buried between your thighs eating your ass out while you arch yourself on a counter “such a delicious little dessert aint’cha, boy” he’d state it like it was a fact only taking your desperate grip on his hair and the little nods while you drool feeling his tongue sucking at your bud using his sharp canines to bite and chew at it a little bit.
Just imagining Logan getting off from a long shift smelling all musky and Smokey from the wood he spent the day around. Sweat covering his brow having you undoing his tight fitting jeans getting him on the couch with your hands in his knees, his cock standing up hard already with a pearly glaze of precum on the slit followed by veins going up and down his sides having a pudgy tip and a patch of hair spread from the base of his cock spread across his groin like a little pouch trailing up his chest and all he can do is nudge your face towards it and mumble “go at it pretty boy, I know y’can take it all”
Just imagining Logan all hard on the job, axe in hand with a bulge poking harshly leaving a wet spot, pulling his phone you forced him to get out of his pocket snapping a pic with his gloved thumb sending it to you texting you “look what you do t’me, boy” or “just thinking bout your pretty hole spreading for me” making you ready to jump bones right there texting him back something totally feral riling the man up wanting his animalistic side to be out and ready to fuck your brains to mush when he gets home.
Just imagining Logan who uses his claws to give your thighs little nicks and cuts when he fucks you praising you when you dig your nails into his back, you could practically feel his cock pulsing harder when you left red marks into his skin, your cock getting jerked with his free hand making sure none of your body is left untouched and un-pleased by him.
I don’t usually send requests but I’m in love with your blog!! I wanted to ask for shy m!reader with Logan. Headcanons maybe?
Logan x shy male reader head cannons~! ⋆˚✿˖°
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Logan met you some time after Jean, he always said after her that he’d never go back to loving anyone again but then you came into his life, you ruined all hopes and plans of a loveless life. He met you when he decided to move back to his old cabin wanting to live In Solitude being a lumberjack again and then there you were, hand me down sweater and a pair of jeans working the register at the local supply store and it was like the gears in his head twisted.
Watching from afar how your hands trembled giving the customers their change, cracking a wobbly smile with your eyes focused downwards. He would purposely say the most absolutely lewd and flirtatious things about you, saying stuff like “are those jeans new? Your ass looks better today” he’d spew it so casually caring less when him and other workers came into the store. He’d flirt and ask you for your number just wanting to be around you, loving the shade of red you went. Blinking like a dumb frog when he pops the question for a date making your cheeks rosy.
The date ending up at some local diner, you stuttering over your words fumbling around with your sweater sleeves just making him show off his canines smiling over at you. “What’s a’ matter bub?” He’d ask you teasing you a little when you start slurping your words and rambling but he listens to each rant like it’s a god speaking to him, weeks later casual dates turn into dating and this man will treat you like heaven sent. He’d worship the ground you walked on if you asked him nicely.
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During sex Logan will either be one or two ways with you, he’ll either fuck you like you’re a glass doll afraid his cock will break you in two, or he’ll praise you like an utter princess and fuck you senseless bent over any and all counters in his cabin— if he’s pent up enough he won’t even need a counter, just groaning in your ears holding your thighs open and spread making you feel the veiny base spreading you open wide while he moans kissing at your neck murmuring out “such’a good boy for lettin me use this pretty hole”
Logan would be gentle for your first time with him, he’d take the time to read your body and learn what earns that to curling back arching off the bed making your ears ring kinda orgasm, he’s been around long enough to know how to make the human body fold and he works you from day to night, he’d blow you after work and he’d have you over at his cabin so much you have a go bag and your own hygiene products at his place, he’d at-least eat you out a minimum of once per visit if he could. Logan loves eating your ass out nearly as much as he loves fucking you.
No matter your body size, Logan is a tummy guy, he loves your thighs and your assets don’t get him wrong but something about gripping your tummy tight and holding you close when he fucks you, if you have stretch marks then he’ll make a note to rub at them with his claws, if your ribs peak or if your bones poke then he doesn’t give a damn either. No matter what Logan will grip your belly and hold you flesh to flesh and nail you from behind having your eyes staring into the back of your head, your face beat red from embarrassment and he will fuck you in front of a mirror at least once maybe more if you like it but he wants you as humiliated and fucked out as he can. Grunting out “Such’a beautiful fuckin sight ain’t it bub?” Into your ear holding your jaw watching himself fuck you.
I want to cover you in several large lipstick smooches like a loony tunes character -- I'm bugs bunny when he's in drag, btw
OH MY FUCKING GOD
This is so good, I'm surprised that the reader and my oc have some things in common based on your description, it's so sublime.
In conclusion: THIS READING IS BETTER THAN FUCK
Helloo, I was wondering if it was alright for u to write a lucifer x male reader where the reader is also a powerful demon and goes with lucifer to visit Charlie in the dad beat dad episode, and Charlie is just like OMG i have two dads now, this is awesome
if u don't write for male reader, then feel free to change or ignore this lol
MY GAYDAR IS NEVER WRONG!
—Lucifer Morningstar x m! Reader
warnings: mentions of s*icide.
When Charlie called Lucifer, he was excited that his daughter wanted to invite him to see the hotel. He thought he would be able to handle it.
In fact, he did not.
The poor man had a complete mental breakdown as he over thought what would happen, how would he act around his daughter, what should he say, and etc.
So, he decided to ask for help and he just knows the right person for that.
His beloved boyfriend of one year, [y/n].
Backstory time,
Lucifer has been seeing and secretly dating the man for a year already, it took a while but he got charmed okay? [Y/n] is literally so charming, very handsome, very chivalrous.... And very tall...
And is a pianist.
Lucifer met [y/n] in a famous restaurant, that only elites or the rich can enter. [Y/n] so happens to own that restaurant.
The only reason he was there at that time was because the other seven deadly sins wanted to have a get together.
As the dinner with the other seven deadly sins progressed, Lucifer was enamored the whole night, his eyes staring at the tall and graceful man sitting in the middle of the restaurant as he played the piano for the guests so beautifully.
Asmodeus even teased him, making the king of hell blush.
That's where his frequent visit to the restaurant started.
Lucifer claims that he just wanted to listen to the man play and nothing else.
Of course, [y/n] noticed his frequent visits and decided to approach the smaller man.
Of course, Lucifer was cautious.
Lucifer was suspicious why the man looked more humane than others, aside from his sharp teeth.
Eventually, the two slowly got along and then slowly developed romantic feelings for each other.
They started telling each other their stories too.
Lucifer found out [y/n] was a pianist when he was still alive, he was born in the 1920's and died in 1945.
[Y/n] died as passionless artist, who lost his inspiration and will to live.
But despite all that, [y/n] managed to find his passion for music again in hell and despite the era he was born in, he managed to go with the flow of time.
Yes, he knows gen z slang 😭
He's got serious problems when it comes to saying "lmao" "purr" and "slay"
Anyways, after finding out and realizing why [y/n] is here is because the sin he committed is that he didn't appreciate the life was given to him and decided to take it away by his own hands.
Lucifer's caution around the man was gone and maybe, not all sinners are bad.
[y/n] confessed first and Lucifer reciprocated by giving the taller man a kiss (he had to pull down [y/n]'s tie okay?)
And Lucifer didn't regret it, [y/n] is a passionate lover. A green flag of all green flags.
“Why are you here? You're so nice, you shouldn't be here.”
“If I was up there, then I wouldn't have the pleasure of meeting you and calling you mine.” [y/n] said with a confused tone.
Unaware rizz.
This man, doesn't know how much his words affect Lucifer.
And the fact he can carry Lucifer bridal style and calls him his muse is the cherry on top.
Anyways, back to the scenario. I'm done with the backstory lmao
Lucifer decided to text [y/n] telling him about the situation, wanting emotional support as he's nervous going to an unfamiliar place with unfamiliar people.
He thought [y/n] wouldn't be able to come as the man got work but he was wrong as not 15 minutes later, [y/n] bursts through the door looking absolutely disheveled.
[y/n] ran like his life depended on it.
“My muse, I am hereeee...” the poor tall man wheezed out, hunched on his knees as he tried to catch his breath.
Lucifer had to help the man out by using his wings to dry him up.
“Better?”
“Better, thanks my love.”
Lucifer had to explain the situation to him on the way to the hotel and [y/n] giving him peptalk after.
After arriving at the hotel, [y/n] stayed at the side while he watched Lucifer interact with the others.
He swore he heard the pink arachnid say, “Is anyone's gaydar going off right now?”
“It's just you, Angel.” the gray haired girl says with a deadpan.
After Charlie introduced the rest, she noticed the taller male companion who came with her dad. The male was just admiring the interior of the hotel.
Tall, dark, and handsome.
“So... Dad, how about you introduce me to your friend that you brought over?” Charlie asked, making the two males flinch in surprise.
[y/n] giggling as he watched the flustered look on Lucifer's face.
The two males just looked at each other, having a silent conversation.
“Do you want to tell her?” is what [y/n]'s facial expression says based on the raised eyebrow.
“I guess it's time to tell her.” Lucifer says through his facial expression, as a sigh left his lips.
The others just stared in silence as the two males looked at each other in silent conversation.
“Charlie, this is [y/n]... My... Significant other.”
After Lucifer introduced the unknown man, Charlie's jaw dropped.
So did the other's.
The only thing Charlie can think is “Holy shit, I'll have two dads.”
“SEE?! I FUCKING TOLD YOU THAT MY GAYDAR IS POPPING OFF SINCE THEY ARRIVED”
It was a wild night. From the dad off, some loan sharks deciding to cause a mess. (Charlie has three dads now)
Do you guys want this as a series? I'm thinking of actually writing this concept because aihsjans it's so cutee and interesting 😭🤭
Also, I absolutely write for male readers as I myself is a man 🤭 aosjsi maybe I should write more Lucifer x male! Reader?
I LOVE LUCIFERR FRR
I wish Lucifer was my boyfriend, I would consent him so fine
hiiii so i might’ve been stalking your blog for the entire 3 hour car ride :33
can i pretty please request more aftercare fluff w/lucifer? i looove the way your write him!🫶🏻
have a good day/night‼️‼️
a/n — I meant to do this SO much earlier! Anyways i’m super sleepy right now and lowkey just want to write fluff so here’s this!
“Luci, you did so good. I’m so proud of you, sweetheart,” you coo down at Lucifer as he came down from his high.
It had been a particularly intense night, sex-wise, and it showed on the poor man’s face. He looked terribly spent and drenched in sweat.
His body was littered with love bites and bruises from you, adding to the pathetic image of him sprawled out on bed.
Your heart ached at the sight of him, “Aw, sweetie, did I go to hard on you?” You massage his cheek with your thumb, he leans into you.
“No it was— god, it was amazing. You were amazing,” He gazed up at you adoringly, “You are amazing.”
He looked at you with large doe eyes, “Can I help clean up, or anything?” He almost pleaded, desperate to help you.
Warm feelings of affection flooded your chest, “Lucifer,” you draw out, “Baby, you’ve already done so much for me. Give yourself a break, you look beat.”
Contrary to your point, Lucifer felt like he hadn’t done enough for you tonight. He almost felt guilty for receiving your love, especially if he didn’t think he reciprocated enough.
“Angel, please, I wanna help.” His eyes fell on you once again, gazing at you as if you put the stars in the sky.
He looked like a lost puppy, waiting for your command. You took pity on him.
“Has anyone ever told you that you’re the sweetest, prettiest boy ever?” You spoke, words laced with sugar as you leaned down to plant kisses all over his cheeks.
He giggled dumbly, once again looking up at you and waiting for instructions on how to help.
“How about—“ you think, there wasn’t much you wanted him to do, especially in his state “—how about you sit here and look pretty while I run a bath?”
“My dear.” He warned, drawing out his words in a kinda of whine.
He didn’t look happy with this answer. As much as you wanted him to take it easy, he desperately wanted to help you clean up.
“Alright, I’ll go run a bath and you freshen up the area, how’s that sound?” you inquire, earning a much more approving expression.
With extra effort, you carefully helped him and yourself off the bed, planting a kiss on his forehead.
He was obviously in pain as he left to go get a washcloth and fresh sheets, but as he was so determined to be of service to you, you let it slide.
You ran the bathtub water to a good temperature and lit some candles around it. When the tub looked, smelled, and felt appealing enough, you called out for Lucifer.
“How’s it going it there, babe? ‘Tubs ready,” you dip your toe in the water before sinking in fully.
“Be there in a moment, my love,” He called back, voice half-gone and groggy.
When he finally shows up in the room, he looks absolutely exhausted. Although objectively cleaner, he looks miles more disheveled than he did before tidying up.
Once again, your heart fills with love towards the man. He was already tired, and still put forth effort to clean up, just so you had to do less work.
“Come here, sweetheart,” you coo at him, opening your arms and welcoming him in the bathtub.
All but reluctantly, he slinks towards you and practically falls into the water. Your arms wrap around him, pulling him close to your chest.
He sighs and rests his head on you, happily curling up into you in the warm water.
“Hm, what candles did you light?” he asks quietly.
“I think something vanilla-y. You like it?”
“The vanilla ones are my favorite. I think this is vanilla bean,” He hums softly into your chest. You rub his back your hand and use the other one to fish over the side off he bathtub.
There, you pulled out three oddly specific rubber ducks; a yodeler duck, a chef duck, and a duck that actually blows bubbles out of his snout. These three were Lucifer’s favorite.
He gave a small gasp when you pulled them out and set them into the water. You could see him regaining a little energy.
“You know, the yodeler one has an interesting back story,” he practically gloated, pulling the ducks close to his chest.
“Oh?” you question, “Well, please share, then. Don’t leave me on the edge of my seat.” You pull him closer to your chest as he holds the yodeling duck up in the air.
“Well, I actually got the materials in a different layer of hell. The craft supplies was good but the food was terrible there,” he rambled on lazily.
Increasingly drowsily, he explains its back story and how he got to work and little details like that. Every now and then he would look over his shoulder to see if you were still listening, or even cared.
To his surprise, you always were. He subconsciously snuggled further into you. Sleep crept into his words every time he spoke until it was undeniably time to get out.
You were exhausted yourself. You lazily got out of the bathtub and dried off, Lucifer following soon after.
As to both get comfortable in bed, you rest your head on his shoulder and realize he had brought the ducks with him.
“Can I— can I keep explaining?” He asked timidly, yawning afterwards.
You pull him close and wrap your arms around his stomach, “For as long as you’re awake, sweetie.”
He smiled, knowing it wouldn’t be long before he was passed out. Just as suspected, in few short minutes of Lucifer’s rambling, you were both sound asleep.
a/n — okay I HAVE to get some Vox content out after this because I have been lacking so much. There are lots of requests so expect more of him soon.
the outsiders x male reader hc !!
Sfw— headcannons don’t except it to be good I’m kinda stupid— feel free to request—also amab / gn pronounsish (no fem terms basically)
DALLY WINSTON - sfw
★ he deff has internalized homophobia (it’s the 60s) he still thinks it’s kinda gross but he loves you and to him that’s surprising he’s Dallas Winston and he doesn’t love anything he got close to you and feels safe
★If Johnny doesn’t like you or somthing he either has to come around to you or your out so be nice to Johnny help protect him and make sure he doesn’t die or anything like that (haha…*sobs*)
★he would probably be toxic ngl very possessive and he likes getting you angry and frustrated would love to fight with you and he doesn’t see anything wrong with you he is also protective and he won’t let you leave him so your stuck
★ super good hugger like bear hugs and he’s good at cooking if he wasn’t all hardened up hed be the best house husband but he stopped cooking and stuff and never cares to clean up (he refuses to do any of this anymore)
★he had a cat once, named her missy when he was younger his folks killed her and he held her a funeral and kissed her forehead before filling the hole with dirt if you have a cat of any kind he’s gonna love it to death, or let him keep one at your place
★he loves how male reader can stick up for himself, he loves it when your angry at him.. it gets him a little excited (wait tell later) even if it’s at him, he doesn’t let up flirting with girls but he won’t cheat on you.. he decided he wanted to stick with y’a the gang thinks your just really close friends you don’t dare tell no body not in talsa Oklahoma in the 60s
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SODAPOP CURTIS - sfw (sorry it’s short I ran out of ideas)
❤︎︎his hands are so soft like so soft despite being a greaser he has like soc skin Darry buys him moisturizer as a gift once and ever sense he’d have like two-bit get (steal) some more him
❤︎︎definition of a golden retriever boyfriend even tho your another boy he doesn’t see a problem (he never thought about homophobia or why it’s be wrong and didn’t pay attention in church like pony said) so when someone judges or a soc calls you guys ‘𝒻𝒶𝑔𝑔ℴ𝓉𝓈’ he gets very confused and Darry or pony have to explain it cus you feel to bad
❤︎︎he thinks your like a woman (not biologically) but like treats you like he would a girlfriend and almost called you a princess once but quickly apologized he baby’s you try’s to open jars for you your like a girlfriend but not a girl if you get what I mean
❤︎︎he dyed his hair once blonde and now he’s a few blonde strands every time he has a little bit of hair dye (like every few months he’s suddenly a little blonder)
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DARRY CUTRIS - sfw
➜ he’s a tough partner he acts like your a nuisance and he’s quite homophobic even to himself he doesn’t mean to be and he loves you but it’s hard for him he’s a cutie truly and his brothers love you which helps him
➜he’s busy working so any time you can help him out with money do so secretly of course he’d hate to be given money by you he’s an independent guy
➜you probably met by working or when he’s running around getting groceries or something help him carry stuff you a strong person 💪 he cooks in the mornings so maybe one day cook for him?
➜hold him when he goes to sleep he’s always so pent up and tired maybe he will finally relax massage him let the tension out (maybe save up for a boxing dummy for him) overall I think he’d cry if you held him tight told him you loved him conformation etc he’d love that
➜ he’s a simple vanilla guy he likes romantic stuff even if he’s always busy let him lay in your lap and play with his hair as you read or something the only ones who know about you two are probably soda, pony, and Johnny who’s around a lot and pony probably told him
➜it’s probably gonna be a forever relationship if not he won’t ever date again he’s the type to say ‘there’s only one person for me’ or when he’s older one of his brothers will have a picture of you two and post it on tt w ‘This was our brother and his bf (your name /last name) find him for us !! And reunite you guys of something 😭
THE END
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NSFW will be next ✨
Feeling overwhelmed in public and can’t just head to my room so I dunk my head onto his chest
That strange feeling of constantly missing them even if you’re talking to them - the utter urge to just be near them 24/7