#valpal writes

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own me, i’ll let you play the role

logan/lance | F/F | Rated E

written with @colors-of-feeling

tags: vampires, meet cute more like meet freak, unreliable narrator

[strollgeant]

lesbian sargebonhe drabble for me and my three fans

girls under the cut (it’s about 900 words)

i wrote this just about all day after seeing a tt at about 3 am also thank you to my bestie kay for being an enabler(/j)

including: drunk logan, phone sex, sex toys

Logan drops her purse on the ground after getting home from the club. She’ll pick it up tomorrow. She turns quickly to lock the deadbolt, head still a little dizzy. Her tall boots fall into the shoe rack easily, along with her keys on accident.

“Oof,” Logan whispers to herself. Usually, she loves drinking with Jack, Oscar and Liam but… They were all super horny for their partners tonight and alcohol only made their tongues that much looser. Logan shimmies her miniskirt down her legs and throws her mesh shirt over her head and jumps into bed.

Sadly, both of her girlfriends are out of town. Dalton had to have his wedding the same time as Alex’s grandmother’s birthday meaning she had to pick. And she would have loved to have Alex and Lily on her arms but a grandmother only turns 100 once.

Not wanting to upstage Dalton by having two hot girlfriends is also there.

Speaking of… Logan is feeling that usual heat in her stomach. Alcohol does make her horny, it’s one of Lily’s favorite things to tease her for.

Laying on their bed in a bralette and panties and waiting to be fucked is usually one of her favorite hobbies.

Usually…but she’s all alone now.

Logan sighs and throws herself out of bed to grab another beer from the fridge. She absentmindedly rubs her stomach with the door open, eyes flicking through their selection.

A can of margarita ends up in her hand, along with a bottle of water. Alex would be proud of her for being responsible. She cracks open the can, taking a big swig of lime and tequila. Laying back in bed she opens up instagram and nearly instantly regrets it.

So much tan skin on display. Alex, wearing the swim shorts and matching sports bra Logan got her for her birthday. Her long willowy limbs are somehow even more bronzed. Lily is also wearing something Logan bought her which warms her heart.

And between her legs again.

Fuck it.

Logan leans over the side of the bed dizzily. Her nails hook into the box of toys under the bed and she pries the lid open with her last long fingernail. She grabs the first thing she can wrap her hand around and pulls up a small light blue vibe.

Logan gets even hotter thinking about the time Lily held it down on her clit until she squirted everywhere and Alex licked both of them clean.

Fuck it. She slides the vibe into her panties and swipes open the group chat she has with her girlfriends.

***

Lily and Alex are out at the street vendors when the voice memos start coming through.

Usually Logan will send little voice messages during the day but it’s 2 am in London now.

They’re splitting a mango sticky rice when Alex finally looks down at her phone.

“You wanna listen?” Alex asks, pulling her airpods out of the pocket of her shorts. She looks great, totally in her element. Lily can’t wait to pounce on her when they get back to the hotel. She nods.

“I miss y’all.”

Logan’s voice always takes on this syrupy Southern drawl when she’s drunk. Lily thinks it’s adorable.

“Went out with everybody tonight and of course the conversation in the Uber was about sex. I was squeezin’ my thighs together listenin’ to Liam talk about Yuki eatin’ her ass. God I want that to be me. Eat me when you get home, yeah?”

Lily’s breath hitches. Holy shit.

“I got home, so drunk ‘n so horny. And there was no strap at home. Wish y’all were here so bad. I need Alex to brush away my tears while Lily rails me. And I want y’all to switch. I wanna be so ruined just sink down into the mattress all wet and used.”

Alex gasps a little and Lily squeezes her hand.

“I want you so bad. Please come home soon.” Lily can hear her kicking her legs against the bed. She’s clearly a bit distraught. She’s whining like she usually does when she’s close. “Fuck me. We aren’t getting out of bed for at least six hours when you get back.”

“I really wanna tell her she’s being bossy but it’s really hot hearing her be needy like this,” Alex whispers.

“Don’t tease Lex.” Lily slaps her on the arm.

“She would want me to,” Alex says cheekily. “I’m sure she wants a lot of things right now.”

“Someone needs to sit on my face real soon. I’ll be so good I need it so bad darlin’. Fuck I miss your hands. Fuck.”

“You hear that?” Alex smiles, she always knows something Lily doesn’t. Lily shakes her head. “The faint hum of a vibrator.” Alex whispers in her ear and Lily feels it in her clit. She can hear it; slightly buzzing.

“We need to go back to the hotel now,” Lily says, fisting a hand into Alex’s linen shirt.

By the time they stumble into bed, sweaty and naked, Logan is long asleep. It’s okay, they can still do something for her while they wait for her to wake up.

***

Logan wakes with a throbbing in her head and cum dried on her inner thighs.

She also wakes up to two videos and a text reminding her to take some painkillers.

Logan takes the pills with some water, grabs the vibe again, rolls over and presses play on the first video.

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crystal clear

“What? Lando your husband has used this.”

“It’s been washed. On that note, since when have you had an issue with using something my husband has used?”

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Jendo lets goooooo

Lando?” Jenson asks, like he isn’t still panting, rolled over onto his back. “Is there any way I can ask you not to watch tiktoks during sex?”

She usually does it over his shoulder in missionary and against the headboard in doggy style. Jenson has learned to prefer doggy style so he doesn’t have to listen to the same sound over and over while he tries not to lose his erection.

“Is there any way you can be less boring during sex?” Lando tosses her hair back when she sits up. “I’m glad you can still get hard but when you hump me like a dog, I can’t even act interested mate.”

She’s a bit of a bitch but Jenson loves her and enjoys her company.

Lando slips out of bed, presumably to get a damp cloth. She comes back with a glass of water and two little round pills.

“I’m guessing your back is also hurting.”

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going to make alex do this to logan in a partially crack way

credit to @/girlcel_ on twt

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mad scientist george and his creation.

i wrote this last night at 1 am and it just kinda flowed out of me. thank you kay for telling me that it’s kinda cool.

the thing about making a man is….

when you make a man in your lab, you make him in your own image.

if you make him in your own image you’ll soon get freaked out and start over.

it’s okay. it doesn’t have a brain yet.

you stare in the mirror and wonder why this is your passion after all. no one said mad scientists aren’t conscious. they are, they have to do the science part after all.

so you’re not making a man after all.

you make a woman, as is the next logical conclusion. you could have made a dog but no you’re here now.

wash your hands. sew the pieces together. wash your hands again. make sure everything is in the right place. wash your hands.

make a cup of tea while you question why you’re doing this in the first place.

remember you’re a mad scientist.

wash your hands. glove up. put the brain in. take unsleeping days making sure the network of nerves is properly synched. wonder why you’re going this far in the first place.

wait until a thunderstorm to bring the thing to life.

it’ll be a woman once it’s animated.

successfully create life after toying with it for so long.

run three weeks worth of tests to insure nothing will go wrong.

you’ve made a companion. good job george.

let the creature explore the house and the lab and the gardens.

let it acclimate itself with your life.

fall into routine.

expose the creature to the internet.

only slightly regret it.

listen intently as the creature tries to understand it’s true purpose. the internet has given it some ideas.

shut that train of thought down.

no such thing as true purpose, you tell it. it can be whatever it wants.

that ends that discussion for now.

later the creature tells you that it actually wants to be a man. you don’t deny it what it wants, wanting and having are two different things but.

you won’t deny what it wants.

the creature names himself logan.

and it creates itself in a shadow of your own image.

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Werewitch lolex please 👀

He’s not allowed to hunt and he’s sulking about it. Logan’s cleaning his room when Alex’s business card falls out of his jacket pocket.

A trip to the apothecary for medicine for his wrist won’t hurt right?

He makes Jack drive so he can’t chicken out of it.

Honestly, Logan was expecting some ivy covered hut out in the forest, not what looked to be a gutted vitamin store. The shadow of a former GNC sign rests behind a tasteful crescent moon.

It’s packed to the gills though.

Shelves chock full of potions every color of the rainbow. Dried flowers hanging from the ceiling. There’s a brown Persian cat that jumps, hisses and runs away after it sniffs Jack’s shoe.

“You werewolves better not have kicked my cat.” Alex yells, she whirls around the corner and stops dead in her tracks. “Oh. It’s you.”

“No one kicked anyone.” Jack says calmly. “Wait. Do you know her Logan?”

Logan blushes bright red.

“Yeah we met at a club.” Logan tries to scratch his neck but remembers that he has a cast. Alex quickly straightens the lab coat she’s wearing on top of baggy jeans and a black lace top.

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exposing my wips list just bc i feel like it