#instead of doing this weird back and forth

[lexus-k4]

Dp x DC idea/prompt

So we get these prompts, fics and one-shots etc: where Danny is an Enigma or dos shit that don't make sense or makes the JL extremely worried.

(TW: for those light of heart, be warned. Mentioned death and pourpousfully misswritten words as 'dye' instead of using an I. Just incase. :) )

Well what if Danny was Bff's with Death.

Like. After Danny got his powers death kept appearing to him and death is just like. Confused. Cus, this 14 year old kid is meant to be dead, but isn't. This 14 year old kids name keeps coming up for would that have passed away but then disappear moments later. And Death just doesn't understand what's happening.

(I'mma say there are multiple deaths because having one would be to much for the poor fellow. But I'mma make it so that death is the original, but as humans multiplied he took in students and taught them- and they go by names not 'death')

And Danny is just baffled as to why this weird dude wearing a spooky cliche death robe. But, oh well. He's not causing problems so Danny doesn't hate them.

And it continues like this back and forth with no communication till one day death walks up to him and is like.

"I don't get it. Are you meant to be dead, or alive? I can't figure it out and I'm just getting tired at this point..."

"I uhh.... I don't-"

"Like, I'm death. I have my usual list, and so do all my students, but your name as shown up like a gazillion times and has disappeared just as much. It don't make sense."

"... Huh? "

This leads to death and Danny just chatting and Danny mentions his half a status, and death finally understands. And he accidentally drops a bomb to Danny saying that hell be immortal so he needs to remove Danny name from the death list permanently otherwise some of his students might try to get to him.

Danny of course has an after life crisis about the info but deals with it. And death comes over to chat with Danny every once in a while.

Weeks pass. Then months. Then years. And now death and Danny are the most stereotypical best friends you can find. They'll be sat on top of Fenton works just chatting and stargazing when for no reason at all one will push the other off the roof and laugh maniacly.

Through the friendship Danny has also found out that Vlad isn't an actual half a and Danny doesn't found as she's more of a neverborn. He also fousn put that he's the 3rd ever half a to exist. However the first drove themselves to insanity then eternal rest (ghost death) and the second though they were invincible and ate blood blossoms as a challenge. You'd think they'd be smarter considering they already dies once.

Another thing Danny found out, is that death has a special list specific for would that he's meant to collect but he can't because they are somehow alive, still have a beating heart and have a soul attacked to their body. And death isn't allowed to kill. Only take the souls after they've left the physical attachment and the heart has stopped permanently. And death had given Danny access to this list.

Now with the flick of his wrist he can make a magical list of names appear out of nowhere.

Phantom at the Watchtower: y'know. Death said that they've seen almost every hero's name on their list at least 2 already. And yet you hero's somehow evaid meeting him. Like, they said they respect it, but that it's also quite annoying because it waists their time.

Batman, Superman, Wonder Woman, the flash, kid flash, red hood and constantine close enough to hear all that clearly: ....

Other hero's in the cafeteria where they are only hearing bits and pieces and mentions of death: huh?

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Phantom at the end of a mission: hey flash. Death says they want you to stop doing stupid shit and dye-ing all the time. They're getting fed up with either having to come to you to just find your alive again or that they send you to afterlife but you make your way back.

The flash: ... Im sorry what now? WHO now? HUH?!

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Phantom in the Watchtower discussing a mission with JLD where there is a cult trying to summon death: oh come on. It's nothing like death has time for this shit. And when they're on their break their either taking a well deserved rest or chatting with their bestie. Besides that summoning spell is all wrong.

Constantine: YOU'VE MET DEATH?!?!

Superman didn't hear a single tell take stutter or indicator of a lie: ....

Batman filing thi information for later...

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Phantom to some of the hero: hey guys, I wanted to ask if I could visit some of your cities for a short stay. I wanted to get death a cool b-day gift and I think I got sommet that'll make him laugh.

Green Arrow: o-oh? What's that?

Phantom: oh just thought I'd take death on a trip with me as I visit as I make some of your villains lives a living hell. Quite a few of your villains are on their 'meant to be dead but aren't and can't kill list' so, I know they don't want me to kill them but I can make them suffer like how they've caused my bestie constant aneurysms.

The hero's:....

Stunned Constantine: ... Besties.... He said besties... They're fuckin besties. Unbelievable... I need a drink... Pronto... Goodbye

Wonder woman: I mean. As long as you can swear there will be no unnecessary deaths.

Batman thinking of a certain someone everyone in gotham hates with a passion: might I ask, is there someone in gotham like that? And if yes, you can come whenever. I'll even helpxim sure my kids will too.

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Phantom: Hey guys! I wanted you to meet my bestie. Death meet some of the JL members, that's-

Death: don't worry phantom, I know who they are. Its lovely to meet you. I'm currently on a Holliday today, I'm having June take over my shift because it was a last minute holiday. Oh Diana, it is a pleasure to meet you, I must say your my favourite distant relative.

Wonder woman: w-what do you mean?

Death: oh sorry, i forget people don't know. It's just I'm sorta related to every first being it every religion, because like... I'm a original being. Just one that is know in every belief.

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Phantom popping out of invisibility: HI! We've be trying to contact you about your life's extended warranty.

Joker: *heavily jumpscares and feeling like he might die* AHHH!!!!

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Phantom popping half his body through a wall: Hi! Did you know death evasion is just like tax evasion. The longer you wait the more the negative effects it'll cause. I mean, why prolong it. It'll happen eventually.

Ra's al Ghul: HOW DID YOU GET I HERE?!?!

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I feel like I'd want death to be gender neutral like CW, ik it's cliche but like hear me out. Imagine death has the ever subtely changing face that makes it look like dead ppl you know, and if you don't know any then currently dying people.

I also feel like each student would've chosen their own name, and I feel like the first few would've named them selves after like the months, maybe seasons, zodiacs or just stuff like that, and the more younger ones and more unique and individual but still sometimes relates to something.

I also feel like Red hood would try be buddies with death. Or that that he'd help get death a present for b day.

And I imagine death would only celebrate their b day once every 10 or something 100 years, because every year is just too much and tedious

[ungraceds]

the   back   and   forth   has   her   visibly   on   edge   .   isn't   sure   what   to   make   of   this   girl   or   their   interaction   ..   she's   beautiful   --   anybody   with   a   pair   of   good   eyes   and   taste   could   see   that   ,   and   it   wouldn't   surprise   her   if   julian   did   know   her   ,   if   he   was   interested   in   her   at   one   point   ,   if   they   hooked   up   despite   his   claim   about   never   doing   one   nightstands   .   "   right   ..   "   glances   between   them   warily   ,   awkwardly   inching   a   bit   away   from   him   ..   feeling   odd   with   his   arm   wrapped   around   her   while   the   two   of   them   played   a   game   of   debate   .   was   born   distrusting   ,   a   trait   beat   into   skull   by   her   mother   and   her   endless   rants   about   men   ,   and   her   deadbeat   father   .   so   when   faced   with   any   evidence   that   a   man   is   dogging   her   ?   yeah   ,   she   tends   to   fall   for   it   every   damn   time   .   i   wouldn't   say   we   know   each   other   .   "   so   ,   which   is   it   then   ?   do   you   or   do   you   not   know   her   ?   "   her   voice   is   tight   ,   agitation   mounting   with   every   ticking   second   .   here   she   was   trying   to   make   things   right   after   their   night   was   destroyed   ,   and   she's   being   blindsided   by   ...   whatever   this   is   .   eyes   are   drilling   into   the   blonde   ,   watching   her   closely   and   trying   to   read   her   body   language   ,   but   all   she   can   focus   on   is   how   perfectly   sculpted   she   is   ,   and   how   her   own   insecurities   are   starting   to   eat   her   alive   .   "   yeah   ,   i   know   what   you   told   me   but   this   --   "   index   gestures   between   them   ,   "   is   weird   .   "   and   she   doesn't   like   it   .   not   one   fucking   bit   .   a   scoff   is   tumbling   past   her   lips   at   the   other   woman   and   she's   shaking   her   head   ,   fingers   finding   julian's   hand   and   giving   it   a   tug   ,   "   he's   telling   it's   not   going   to   happen   ,   so   stop   embarrassing   yourself   and   get   fucking   lost   before   i   give   the   bouncers   another   reason   to   break   up   a   fight   .   "   and   she's   good   for   it   ,   too   --   wouldn't   be   her   first   bar   fight   ,   and   probably   not   her   last   .

doesn't   look   at   julian   when   he's   turning   towards   her   ,   instead   she's   ignoring   him   ,   and   yanking   him   with   her   as   she   weaves   towards   the   exit   ,   ignoring   the   snide   remarks   still   coming   out   of   the   blonde   .  doesn't   stop   moving   until   she's   shoving   the   exit   door   open   ,   entering   the   back   parking   lot   ,   and   storming   into   the   sea   of   cars   ,   clicking   the   unlock   button   on   his   keychain   to   find   where   he's   parked   .   she's   fuming   ,   smoke   coming   out   of   her   ears   ,   and   still   hasn't   looked   at   him   ,   or   said   a   word   .   doesn't   know   what   to   make   of   anything   that   just   happened   back   there   :   him   blowing   her   off   all   night   ,   accusing   her   best   friend   of   being   in   love   with   her   ,   tyler   starting   a   fight   after   seeing   them   kiss   ,   and   then   little   miss   perfect   striding   up   like   she   owned   not   only   the   bar   but   julian   ,   too   .   it   all   has   her   feeling   out   of   sorts   ,   a   storm   brewing   inside   of   her   head   .   she's   hurriedly   moving   to   the   drivers   seat   ,   completely   silent   as   she   buckles   herself   in,   turns   the   keys   in   the   ignition   ,   and   wraps   her   fingers   tightly   around   the   wheel   .   seconds   from   yanking   it   off   the   jeep   completely   .   "   you're   going   to   have   to   direct   me   .   "   says   finally   ,   eyes   straight   ahead   as   her   jaw   clenches   and   unclenches   .   "   or   just   ...   put   the   address   into   my   phone   ,   and   i'll   figure   it   out   .   "

his   hand   is   soothingly   running   up   and   down   her   back   ,   dragging   to   her   side   only   to   follow   the   same   motion   .   he   can   sense   that   she’s   uncomfortable   ,   the   stiffness   of   her   shoulders   giving   it   away   ,   but   homme   is   pulling   her   closer   ,   even   as   she   takes   his   keys   from   him   ,   side   leaning   into   hers   .   he’s   fine   .   i'm   taking   care   of   him   .   palm   curls   around   her   hip   ,   giving   it   a   gentle   squeeze   .   but   she’s   asking   him   a   question   ,   one   he’s   quick   to   answer   .   “   if   i   know   her   ?   .   ”   yes   .   “   no   –   ”   answers   at   the   same   time   as   blonde   ,   and   his   brows   are   furrowing   visibly   over   caramels   .   he’s   lifting   a   hand   ,   running   it   down   the   length   of   his   face   .   he   wouldn’t   say   he   knew   her   .   they’d   met   once   ,   she’d   introduced   himself   after   one   of   his   shows   ,   but   homme   was   too   busy   looking   for   arielle   to   even   entertain   the   conversation   ,   was   too   busy   to   care   .   “   i   wouldn’t   say   we   know   each   other   .   ”   but   you’d   like   to   .   scoffs   ,   eyes   dropping   uncomfortably   .   he   doesn’t   want   to   be   rude   ,   but   he   has   to   make   intentions   clear   ,   “   i'm   good   thanks   ,   ”   the   way   femme   speaks   however   ,   telling   the   other   to   run   along   and   find   her   friend   ,   has   his   lips   curling   into   a   smirk   .   “   yeah   ,   tyler   could   use   some   company   .   ”   but   femme   is   asking   him   about   blonde’s   ,   and   homme’s   brows   are   furrowing   in   disbelief   .   “   what   ?   no   .   ”   funny   how   his   ex   is   a   blonde   .   he’d   written   a   song   for   her   too   .   the   only   person   other   than   arielle   he’d   done   it   for   ,   “   i'm   into   you   .   ”   gaze   is   finding   arielle’s   ,   “   i   told   you   .   i   am   .   ”   and   then   ,   he’s   turning   to   face   the   blonde   ,   shoulders   tensing   ,   “   look   ,   i   appreciate   you   liking   my   music   and   all   of   that   but   –   it’s   not   gonna   happen   .   ”   is   it   not   ?   we’ll   see   about   that   .   jaw   aches   still   from   the   previous   punches   he’d   taken   in   the   face   ,   “   it   isn’t   .   ”   we’ll   see   .   she’s   insisting   ,   and   it’s   frustrating   him   ,   that   the   woman   would   not   just   take   then   hint   and   go   .   julian   turns   to   face   arielle   then   ,   eyes   searching   hers   ,   “   let’s   just   go   .   ”   tells   her   ,   “   you   wanted   to   drive   me   home   ,   didn’t   you   ?   ”

[icewindandboringhorror]

sometimes looking at like Self Help Strategies lists for the symptoms I'm having is always just like:

thing that I already do

thing I have tried 10 times

thing I already do

thing that I don't have the money to do

thing I already do

thing I've been doing since I was 10yrs old to no avail

thing that is impossible given my situation

thing that doesn't apply to me

thing that I already do

thing I have already tried

hrmm, oh wait, maybe finally- OH, yeah.. okay. thing that I already do but it was just phrased slightly differently

thing I have already done

[secretsofthewilde]

Part 2 of random out of context things that occur in Susan Kay's novel Phantom — the I want financial compensation for reading this edition:

The Disney villain tarot card moment occurs again, this time with the Death card and the Lovers, followed immediately by Erik considering if it means the Daroga/Nadir. He immediately shuts this thought down with Susan blatantly going no homo!!

Meg and Christine are friends in an obvious pull from the musical as opposed to the novel this is meant to be based on (in this same section Christine's hair is referred to as being dark, instead of blonde too)

Erik visits his old house and sees his mother's corpse and says he now understands why she hated the sight of him because he is so repulsed by her dead body that he instantly forgives her for all of the abuse

Erik gives himself the initials O.G. in his letters to the managers because he thought Phantom of the Opera being shortened to PTO would be embarrassing

Erik self identifies as a spider and has a crash out when Christine asks him to kill a spider she found in her room (he is valid for this)

Erik is a morphine addict and despite Susan doing her best to say no homo she also wrote Nadir saying "I don't know what you're capable of, Erik, not anymore —not with your veins full of morphine." As if it's not giving a tortured girlfriend giving her addict bf an ultimatum

Christine is genuinely jealous of Erik's cat getting affection and the two are enemies while in Erik's presence

Erik refers to Christine as "my child" far too often for someone he also is incredibly horny over and laments about having a pulsing need for her

Speaking of — Christine is the spitting image of his mother!!!! She even sees a photo and freaks out that they look the exact same

Erik "rapes [Christine] through music" by playing his Don Juan Triumphant score when he gets upset with her and the music makes her so overwhelmed she ends up locking herself in her room and touching herself

During one of his tantrums Erik tells Christine that she doesn't deserve to know about Nadir and their shared history

Erik believes that whoever Christine marries will have to also have to forever be a father figure to her

The torture chamber scene also plays out differently in this, Nadir was never at risk of dying only Raoul. And instead of Christine only kissing Erik on the forehead and crying being what makes him snap out of it and let her go, the two of them have a lengthy kiss and she repeatedly kisses him all over his face

He then let's the pair leave and requests that Christine comes back before their wedding. Christine comes back and spends the whole time in Erik's room (where he is lying down ready to die) having sex an unspecified conversation/reconciliation

Christine gives birth to a beautiful baby boy names Charles who is incredibly musically talented and is also Erik's son. Charles doesn't know this but Raoul is aware of this and loves him even so

When Christine dies Raoul feels at peace because he thinks she has returned to the one she truly belongs to (Erik)

All in all the second half somehow amped up the incestuous vibes even more, continued with the weird rape mentions (forgot to say there was an attempt against Erik in the first half of the novel), and gave us an even worse Phantom love child scenario than Love Never Dies did — the only saving grace of that being that at least there wasn't any overt out of character Raoul bashing here.

A list of random out of context things that actually happen in Susan Kay's novel Phantom:

As a baby Erik's sobs sounded like a sirens call, which his mother was terrified of because it sounded sensual to her (this weird incestuous vibe does reoccur throughout!) and this is the only reason she breastfeed him

When she has this realisation she yeets him from her breast across the bed and then runs to the corner of the room to breakdown in for several hours

Erik manages to, through the use of ventriloquism and his magical sounding voice, hypnotise his mother into genuinely thinking a little Shepard boy figure is alive and that she must care for it like a baby. He later admits that he didn't mean to actually make her crazy

Erik has magical healing powers

At 15 years old is so good at masonry (he has been learning for two years) that he is put in charge of constructing a building instead of the several adults who have been working in masonry for like at least five times as longer

His mother genuinely suspects that when Erik was an infant he thought their dog was actually his mother, since she gave him more affection.

Erik makes a big dick joke in front of royalty

The Daroga does not like cats

Erik puts a little splint on a Lizard's leg at one point and has a whole room full of injured animals he is looking after

At one point in court the Shah's mother asks Erik about his virginity and implies she wants to take his (he is oblivious to this, everyone else in the room is not)

When Daroga asks Erik what he is planning on doing Erik whips out a tarot card to him in answer like a Disney villain and walks off into the night as it ominously reveals itself to be the death card

I am currently only halfway through reading this

[ccbatman]

I once said that I thought Steph would make a great Black Canary, and I still think that's one of the realest takes I've ever had.

Like, this moment seared itself into my head and never faded:

{ Robin 80-Page Giant }

[thevegetablewhichnoonedaresname]

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[demarogue]

Gettin' Through the Holidays Mental Health Tricks

If y'all are anything like me, this time of year is triggering AF. Here are some small, very easy grounding exercises that I was taught by my therapist, basically in order of how much I like them for this rage-inducing season. You make like them in a different order, depending on your rage-to-despair ratio.

Push a wall: literally go up to a wall and try to push it over. Really try. I promise you won't push it over, but give it your best shot. Try to hold it as long as you can, and then take a breather and assess whether you need to repeat. Why it works: This is a quick, physical expulsion of the fight-or-flight feeling. It's a bit like punching a wall, but without the potential to hurt yourself/look scary/damage things. You can even do it in front of people and say you're stretching, they'll never know (unless the wall actually falls down, but this will not happen, I assure you).

Shake like a dog: Animals shake to release stress, and you are also an animal. Setting aside time to just shake it out, as vigorously as you can, arms and legs, face, stick your tongue out, pretend you're shaking like a wet dog. You can dance instead, if that feels better, and you can do this to music, but basically the more unhinged you can be, the better. If you are in a place you can scream, scream too! Why it works: like the above, this is a release of pent-up stress and anxiety. Especially if your rage-to-woe ratio is high, some kind of physical exertion is often the best way to burn through the cortisol and adrenaline you're building up.

Bilateral Tapping: Cross your arms over your chest so that your fingertips are at your shoulders, and slowly tap, one hand at a time, back and forth, for about a minute. Breathe slowly. Why it works: This is weird as hell, but because this engages both sides of your brain, it helps override the activity of the amygdala, which is the part of your brain that Makes The Fear. If you're being literally triggered in a situation, i.e. you're having a trauma response, or reliving some family trauma, this is a good one.

Box Breathing: From a comfortable position (can really be seated, laying down or standing), inhale slowly for a count of 4, hold for a count of 4, exhale for a count of 4, hold for a count of 4, then repeat. You can do it for shorter counts or longer counts, but if you vary the counts make sure the exhale is longer than the inhale. You can close your eyes or leave them open. Why it works: This exercise helps you move from a sympathetic (activated) nervous system response to a parasympathetic (balanced) response. I do this one every day, and it's a good gateway to meditation. Especially helpful in anxious or tense situations, but I find if I'm very triggered I need one of the other ones first, or it can make anxiety worse. Breathwork is amazing but not usually as a first exercise if you're very activated, or have been activated a long time.

Ice: Lots of ways to do this one – hands in cold water for 30 seconds, ice pack on the back of your neck, dip your entire face into a bowl of ice water (this one's the most effective). Why it works: I kinda think this is hilarious, but this activates your mammalian dive reflex. It immediately slows your heart-rate, so if you are feeling your blood pressure and heart rate rising, this one is very good. The only reason this one's at the bottom of my list is because I hate being cold.

I wish you all a very get-through-the-holidays-without-hurting-yourself. Take time alone if you need it.

[goofyjelly]

Its Beginning To Look A Lot Like one of those holidays where im gonna feel eeeeeck for no particular reason and also am bad at gift givinggggggggggggggg

[snail-day]

Satoru doesn't do well with the idea of leaving you. Never has. Probably never will.

Even the short missions are enough to make him sulky, but the long ones? The ones where he’ll be away for days, maybe weeks? He turns into a whining mess. You wonder if he's always been like this, just never voiced it aloud to anyone before.

Packing takes three times longer than it should. Every time he tries to fold a shirt or zip his carry on, he ends up abandoning the task halfway through just to wrap his arms around you from behind, pressing his face into the crook of your neck with a pitiful little whine.

"I don't wanna go," he mumbles, voice muffled against your skin, maybe saying it enough times might make the whole thing mission disappear. "You’re my little Pokémon, y'know? I should be able to just catch you in a ball and bring you with me."

You laugh, warm and breathless, reaching up behind you to card your fingers through his snowy hair. "You could try," you tease, and he groans dramatically, squeezing you tighter.

It’s not just joking, though. When you offer to come with him, he always gets a little quiet. A little stuck in his mind. Turning you around and pulling back just enough to look at you, and the way his bright blue eyes shimmer... God, it breaks your heart a little. He wants to say yes. You can see it in the way his hand trembles against your side. The way his pretty eyes scan your face. It's on the tip of his tongue.

But instead, he just shakes his head slowly, a wobbly little smile on his lips.

Because the thought of something happening to you, curse or no curse, makes his heart ache. Makes his mind wander a little too far for his liking.

What if he’s in the middle of a fight and someone targets you?

What if he’s too far away to reach you in time?

What if...?

"Can’t risk it," he finally says softly, thumb brushing back and forth against your hip, memorizing the feel of your soft skin. Maybe your scent will eventually be engrained in his mind. "You're... you’re everything, baby."

Already pulling you against his lean chest again, holding you so tightly you can barely breathe, mumbling "I love you" over and over against the crown of your head. His palm rubbing up and down your back in loose patterns. You almost think he's tearing up.

"I love you. I love you so much. Don’t forget, okay?" he murmurs between kisses to the top of your head. "Be safe. Call me if you even think something’s weird, kay? I’ll come running, promise."

You have to physically pry him off you just to get him to finish packing. And even then, he keeps glancing back at you every five seconds. Begging for one more hug. One more kiss. One more chance to touch you before he has to drag himself to the door.

By the time he actually gets to the door, he’s somehow hugging you again, despite your giggling protests, rocking you gently side to side in his arms, mumbling about how he’s going to miss you so bad he might just quit being a sorcerer and become your full-time house husband. (He’s only half joking.)

Finally, after a hundred kisses and whispered I love yous, he leans down one last time, nose brushing against yours, voice soft and almost trembling: "Be here when I get back, 'kay? I don’t wanna come home to a world without you."

But then, quieter, so quiet you nearly miss it he adds: "...And don’t... don’t forget about me either, yeah? Don’t find someone normal while I'm gone. Someone who doesn't leave. Someone who can give you the kind of life you deserve."

It’s said with a half-laugh, light and teasing, like he’s trying to play it off, but you can feel it in the way his arms tighten around you, the way his voice wavers. That tiny, hidden crack in the foundation of Satoru Gojo: The fear that being the strongest might mean ending up the loneliest too.

And even as he finally forces himself to step away, flashing you that big, blinding smile. You catch the flicker of sadness he tries so desperately to hide. Because no matter how strong he is, when it comes to you, Satoru’s always afraid that someday you’ll realize you deserve more than a man who keeps having to leave.

[sanchoyo]

no pressure but i am going 2 attempt to put more downloadable stuff on my kofi...not even paid stuff either, there will be free goodies p soon (within the next 2 weeks)...so if u guys wanna follow me on there that would b cool :3

https://ko-fi.com/sanchoyoscribbles 👈

[urlovebot]

cw: perv!sunghoon, sunghoon jerking himself off, pillow humping, panty sniffing, choking, mentions of cnc!

a/n: swoons i love him. hes so gross!

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sometimes its your panties, other days its your pillow, but today, its both.

"f-fuck." sunghoon moans out. his cock leaks as he rubs it against your pillow, your panties held in his other hand, almost smothering his face.

he wants to use you. he wants to dog fuck you into the mattress. force your head into the sheets and take you how he wants but he can't. not yet.

so instead he opts in for bunching your pillow up and pushing it against his cock for now. and it feels so fucking good. the friction against his length both isnt enough and is too much at the same time.

he cant wait for you to go to sleep and lay your head on this filthy pillow tonight. the thought makes his cock twitch and leak more, dampening his boxers. he felt nasty and weird but he doesn't care. he's fucking obsessed with you. and it's gotten so bad lately.

when you watch movies together, he intentionally spreads his legs so you can see how hard he gets just from looking at you. when he cooks for you, he makes sure to listen intently to the sounds you make when you're enjoying his food.

the other night he even fucked his cock right in front of your face as you slept.

he can't get enough of you. and thats proven as he fucks your pillow harder and rougher. his hips jerk back and forth and his cock drags along the length of your pillowcase. his tongue pokes out to get a taste of your cunt as his pace picks up.

as soon as the taste reaches his mouth, he whines out and just loses it. he quickly gets up, shoves his pants off and mounts your pillow once more. this time he folds it so his cock slides in between the crease and its so much better this way.

his mind wanders and multiple scenes pop into his brain.

he thinks about eating your gushy pussy and the way it'd gush onto his face. he imagines you stuffing his face into your cunt, fucking his face. using him. he wonders if you squirt, and if you do, you'd drown him in it.

he thinks about dressing you up in a cute little babydoll dress, tying a little bow around your neck and fisting his cock in front of your face. you dont even need to touch him. he just wants you to sit and look pretty while he defiles your face.

his final thought runs a shiver through his spine. he thinks about taking you while you sleep, how scared you'd be when you wake up to his thick, long cock filling you up. he'd wrap a hand around your mouth and tell you to "shut the fuck up and take it," as he roughly fucks you into the mattress. he'd hear your screams and pleas and cries and itd only spur him on further.

he's whining and drooling and losing himself in his pleasure. he stops giving a fuck about being careful. he flips onto his back and bunches the pillow up once more. he spreads his legs and begins to fuck the pillow vigorously. he doesnt care how much the dry fabric burns against the length of his cock, his only concern was getting off.

his eyes roll as he feels the burn in his thighs from how hard he was thrusting into the pillow but he fucking loved when it hurt. one hand moves from holding the pillow to his cock, up his body and to his neck. he does a curious squeeze and he sees white. he can't see or hear but with the way his throat aches, he knows hes being loud. his knees knock together and his toes curl as he spills his load onto your pillow.

sunghoons eyes open and he spots himself in your mirror. he looks fucked up. hair sticking to his forehead, neck and chest red from panting, pillow tight in his grip.

he promises himself that the next time he gets off, it'll be in front of you.

[anotherpapercut]

if anyone wants to listen to this playlist and give me feedback on the order and my song choices that would be very cool <3 it's only 10 songs

[maeventide]

Thinking about a self conscious Nanami Kento following the Shibuya incident he made it out alive okay, good men don't perish in this house

pairing: nanami kento x f!reader cw: body image issues, angst, hurt/comfort

Nanami looks at himself in the mirror and studies his disfigured flesh with thinly veiled disdain. His stomach churns as his gaze follows the ugly, reddish grooves that twist and mar half of his face. The macabre view of his teeth as a result of the tearing to his right lip is no pretty sight either. Nanami certainly never believed himself to be an exceptionally handsome man before all this...but now...

He finds it difficult to face you, knowing that every time the two of you go out in public together, people stare. Of course, you've reassured Nanami countless times that it doesn't bother you in the slightest and that he shouldn't be ashamed, but being the conscientious man that he is, Nanami can't help but worry that he's becoming a burden to you.

The whispers of the people that pass you by certainly don't ease those anxieties in the slightest.

"What happened to his face?"

"Look, he's wearing an eye patch. How weird."

"Why's a cutie like her hanging out with that ugly mug?"

"You can see his teeth! Gross!"

"She must be a gold digger. No way anyone would willingly date someone who looks like that."

Each of those callous remarks, especially those that question your character, feel like a ruthless punch to the gut. You furiously defend him of course--everything short of spitting venom at the people who've uttered such cruel words--but Nanami knows that he's dragging you down. He knows that he's selfishly ostracizing you from the rest of society by staying by your side. He knows it's not fair to you. It isn't right to subjugate you to all this...

If he were a better man, Nanami would have cut ties with you long ago.

"Kento..."

He feels your arms wrap around his waist from behind. You've caught him staring in the mirror again, and at three in the morning no less. Nanami can't help but feel utterly ashamed.

"I'm sorry, love. Did I wake you?"

He feels you shake your head back and forth against his back, the warmth of your body, so recently bundled up beneath the covers, seeps through his t-shirt. It's calming, just like your touch.

"Do you mind turning around for me?"

Incapable of ever denying you, Nanami does as you wish. He turns to face you, too tired to try and hide his melancholic expression (not that you wouldn't have seen through his thinly veiled facade anyway). Your own expression doesn't waver as you look at him. In your eyes Nanami sees neither disgust nor pity nor anger. Instead Nanami sees what he always sees--love.

"I love you," You say, as if it were the most matter of fact thing in the world. "Every day when I wake up in the morning and see your sleeping face next to mine, I feel so incredibly grateful that I can hardly breathe."

Your hands rise up, reaching forward to gently cup Nanami's face. He winces slightly at your touch, his scared tissue is still sensitive, but he doesn't pull away. He doesn't think he ever could.

"Kento, I know that adjusting to these scars--both the ones on the surface and the ones inside--hasn't been easy. I know that there will be bad days,"

Your thumbs tenderly caress Nanami's cheek, tracing the bones that now protrude there thanks to the weight he'd lost. He realizes that he should be feeling self-conscious right now, with how close you are to the ugly parts of him, but he doesn't. Not when you're looking at him like he'd just hung the moon and stars.

"Nanami Kento, you are stuck with me. I'm going to stand by you, through the good and the bad. Through all of it. That's what people who love each other do."

You smile at him and Nanami's chest tightens to the point of pain, breath catching harshly in his throat as his vision begins to swim. It comes crashing down in waves, all the doubt and all the pain he'd held inside. He can't hold himself up anymore and Nanami slumps against you, burying his face into your shoulder as he lets the tears silently flow.

And like always, you hold him.

[cryinggirlnamedhelen]

“𝐁𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐘!” — 𝐟𝐭; 𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐢𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐬

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ; when you call out for your pet rabbit, you don’t expect for someone else to respond instead.

𝐜𝐰 ; gn!reader, use of (y/n), swearing, guys don’t question this (i’m down bad🥀)

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ; yes it’s been a day since he debuted. no i don’t care.

“bunny? bunnyyyyyyy!”

you’ve never felt so embarrassed in your life. grass brushing against your ankles, you whipped your head back and forth, searching for your pet rabbit. you had just wanted to take her out for some fresh air like you always do; she was your baby after all. and suddenly, she saw another rabbit and jumped out of your arms.

and now, you find yourself in this situation, calling out for your rabbit like an idiot. you wondered if anyone nearby thought you were an exhibitionist calling out some weird ass pet name, which you technically were, but it was a different type of pet name.

“bunnnnnnnny!” you made sure to not shout too loudly; you loved your rabbit, but this was a public park, and you’d be fucked if you embarrassed yourself here. what if your classmates heard about it and made fun of your tomorrow during lecture? hopefully college students would be mature enough to not care anymore. hopefully.

and yes, your rabbit’s name is literally bunny. you weren’t creative enough to come up with a name other than “lady scrumptious fluff” or “emma”, and your friend had gave you the nastiest side eye when you told her. “you are not naming your rabbit ‘emma.’”

“what about lady scrumptious fluff?”

“that’s just setting her up for public humiliation.

in the end, you both ended up on the name “bunny.” it was technically true and it was cute, so what did you have to lose? and now, you’re caught up in this embarrassing situation. hopefully there was no one around named bunny; well, probably not. who in their right mind would name their child bunny? and even so, who in their right mind who allow themselves to be named bunny?

bunny iglesias tilted his hat down, enough to cover nearly the entirety of his eyes. was it another one of his fans? did you see his scar and recognize him? or maybe his hair was too obvious? either way, he hoped that he would be able to take a walk in peace. he managed to ditch the paparazzi, but seems like he can’t ditch his forever dedicated and devoted fans.

“bunnyyyy!”

he was too lazy to deal with fans right now. seeing their overly enthusiastic expressions when seeing him made him sick; enough for thoughts of death to cloud his mind. he didn’t want to see their sickeningly eager faces right after a long and tiring practice. and he had an interview tomorrow, which was even more to deal with.

“hey, um, excuse me,” you muttered, tapping on his shoulder. he turned around, expression bland. shit, did you catch up to him? “have you seen my rabbit? she’s small and white with floppy ears. she’s also very fluffy and has a pink collar.”

oh.

oh.

so he was overthinking it then? but seriously, who names their rabbit ‘bunny?’ “you named your rabbit ‘bunny?’” he asked, smile tugging at his lips. you blinked, noticing how his grin didn’t quite reach his eyes. this was probably the realest fake smile you had ever seen.

“yeah, long story. but anyways, have you seen her—“ you averted your eyes to the long patches of grass next to your feet, and your eyes widened, and smile stretching onto your face. “bunny! there you are!” you exclaimed, scooping the ball of white into your arms. she nibbled on your hand, perhaps mistaking it for grass.

bunny expected your enthusiasm to infect his mind with suicidal thoughts, but instead, it was almost humorous, considering how his name was also bunny. “looks like you found her.” he said, the sickening thoughts of death being dulled by his amusement.

“yeah, i did. by the way, i never got your name.” you said, sticking out your hand. he shook it, yet another tight smile on his face. “(y/n) (l/n). i go to college nearby.”

“bunny iglesias, and i’m a student too.” technically speaking, he was a student of the fc barcha team, right? he shook your hand. you froze, a fit of laughter suddenly coming over you.

“seriously?! you’re named bunny?!” you exclaimed. “sorry, that was rude.” you managed an apologetic smile.

“no, it’s fine. i get that reaction a lot.”

but he stared at you. why did he have no negative thoughts when he sees your smile, unlike how he is when he sees other smiles? that’s so fucking weird.

“well, i’ll see you later, bunny.” you stated, emphasizing the ‘bunny.’

the next day, you scrolled through tiktok, expecting more celebrity and political drama as usual. but instead, you stumbled across a tiktok from a famous late night show.

“FEATURING: THE NEW GENERATION 11’S BUNNY IGLESIAS!”

what.

“y’know, you’ve got a funny name. ‘bunny.’ have you ever had an incident related to your name?” the host asked.

“just yesterday, actually,” bunny said, a smile tugging at his lips. “someone had lost their pet bunny and was calling out for them. i thought that they were calling out for me, so it was very embarrassing.” the crowd laughed, the host patting him on the back.

oh god. he was talking about you. but something else was wrong; yesterday, when he first began to talk to you, only a fake smile glossed over his face. not only that, but before and after he talked about you on the show, his smile was fake as well.

so why was his smile so genuine when he was talking about you?

@yukixnat

[katsukilvr]

everyone else thought you and katsuki bakugo were dating except you guys ༄ fluff, oblivious bakugo and reader, swearing, slight angst, kinda corny lol

you were a staple in katsuki bakugo’s life.

your moms were bestfriends, and they had you both at relatively the same time so you were there before he built his walls, before his ego skyrocketed, before his quirk developed, and you became as natural as the hair on his head and the explosions from his hands.

he learnt to respect you. to treat you with kindness cause when he eventually did test you in middle school, he learned how it felt to not be in your presence for once.

safe to say it was hell.

he had yelled at you, he had a bad day, his friends bothering him, drowning in homework, and training for the entrance exam when he snapped at you and dismissed you away like he did with his usual friends that just followed him around like little puppies.

he quickly learned that you weren’t gonna beg for his forgiveness like the others.

you went distant after that. you didn’t reach out, didn’t say hello the sing-songy way you did every time you saw him, didn’t come over, and suddenly his heart ached. he didn’t know why. it was a strange and unknown feeling and all he knew was your absence was causing this emotion. this weird, yearning emotion, and he knew he’d do anything to get rid of it and get back the bubbly girl he knew.

he came to this realization at 8PM. it was raining. he didn’t care. you guys were neighbors anyway. he quickly threw on a jacket, putting on his hoodie and shoes, running over to your two story house. your bedroom was on the second story but it had a tree next to your window and he often scaled it to hang out or sneak you out, except this time he didn’t like the reason he was climbing it. he got cuts on his hands, almost slipping and falling two stories as he managed to reach your window, tapping on the glass lightly as he peered inside.

“cmon y/n. open up.” he called out, tapping a little harder before you came to the window, opening it up.

“what do you want?” you said, your once warm and gentle voice now cold and distant while you crossed your arms, a displeased and annoyed expression on your face.

“please.. just let me in.. and hear me out.” he said gruffly, already climbing inside, knowing you’d let him in anyway. “i was.. i was being an asshole. i’m sorry. you don’t have to forgive me, but—i miss you goddamnit and i don’t like not being with you everyday.” he muttered, the words feeling weird on his tongue. he’d never apologized to anybody else other than his mother and it was a rather foreign feeling, but he’d say and do anything to get you back.

you stayed silent, contemplating as you looked up at him. you knew how hard it was for him to apologize, let alone come here and speak to you instead of letting you crawl back to him. you just sighed, pulling him in for a hug, immediately getting wet from his soaked clothes.

he let out air he didn’t know he was holding, a sigh of relief, his hand immediately finding a place in your hair, his arms wrapped around you. god knows how good it felt to have you there, in his arms, with him like you should be.

after that day, he never disrespected you again.

he never realized what that feeling was, what love was, because yeah, he loved his mom, he loved his dad, but it was an entirely different feeling with you that he didn’t recognize.

additionally, he always thought romance were silly. he never understood romcoms, shipping in shows, soulmates, stories about ‘the one’, and so and so forth. it was always his one and only goal. being the number one hero. so he convinced himself, over and over again, that love wasn’t for him, that it was a distraction, an obstacle that would try to take him down. completely oblivious to his love in front of him all his life.

the years that followed, he’d grown more, emotionally, physically, and maturely too. he was still loud, rude, ill mannered, but he recognized how his words and actions affected others, partly due to you as well. you were the only one that could keep him in line while at UA.

of course, all you friends noticed that too. they noticed when he’d hold the door open for you without you asking. when you were the only person he’d walk to class with. when you’d always partner together during class projects. and when the dorms were enforced, he even requested to be next to you, like how your houses were next to each other. it was rare to see him in his own dorm, since he was always in yours, even if you weren’t in it, he just enjoyed being there.

so it was a shock when you told mina that no, you weren’t dating, and no, you hadn’t put him under a love spell like that girl from descendants.

“he is SO in love with you, y/n, how do you not see it?” she cried, giggling a bit as she laid down on your bed as you guys gossiped. it was a rainy night, katsuki was training in the gym, the one time he’s not glued to your hip. so you, mina, and jirou all had a girls night in. you guys talked, watched movies, and ate food. somehow you guys got to the topic of guys when mina asked you how long you and katsuki had been together.

you were immediately confused. “together? what do you mean?” you laughed, looking at the both of them look at each other. “how long have you been dating?” jirou repeated mina’s question.

“we’re not dating.”

they both gasped, “what do you mean your not dating? he’s SO nice to you.” mina exclaimed, giggling as she moved to lay on her stomach, her head resting on her hands. “yeah, he scowled at me and gave me a dirty look today just for laughing too loud and you tease and make fun of him and get nothing but a lil’ smile.” jirou said and laughed, rolling her eyes.

“well that’s just how he usually acts” you murmured, thinking back to the years before, “do you think he likes me?” you gasp, furrowing your eyebrows.

mina and jirou face palm, “girl.. yes.” they laughed and shook their head.

that’s when they all heard keys jangling and the lock unlocking (yeah he has a key to your dorm, and you have a key to his). “y/n, where’s my copy of—..” he said before being met with the stares of the three girls. he furrowed his brows, a strange look on his face, giving them only a nod as a hello as he moved to search through her drawers for a copy of NANA that he let you borrow.

the girls giggled behind him, mouthing “speak of the devil” and wiggling their eyebrows. you just rolled your eyes, dismissing them.

they both left quickly after with their own excuses, leaving you and katsuki alone. he finally found his copy, moving to your bed and plopping down next to you. “what was that about?” he said, opening up the manga. you rested your legs on his, and he started to trace his fingers up and down them as he read. “oh.. uh nothing. just a girls day.” you said, picking up your phone. you didn’t know why, but you’d gotten goosebumps. you never got goosebumps when katsuki touched you. or got close to you. damnit mina, why’d you get in my head? did katsuki like you? or was this normal between the two of you?

thoughts like that raced through your mind for the next few days.

you saw him in a new light, a beautiful.. handsome, kind of light.

every gruff “this reminded me of you”, everytime he came over, every time you guys went out to eat, or when he’d buy you those shoes you wanted in an instant, had your heart fluttering more often and he sensed this change, while he didn’t know it was you slowly catching feelings for him, he thought he did something wrong, and he went to his best friend (besides you).

he was pacing around in kirishimas room, running a hand through his hair as he ran through the reasons he could have pissed you off. it’s not like you’ve been distant but everytime he’d do something nice, you acted different and had him overthinking. A LOT.

“shit. i don’t know what i could’ve done to tick her off man, i dunno.” he grumbled, sitting down on the edge of kirishimas bed. “why don’t you just talk to her, man?” kirishima said, furrowing his brow as he organized stuff in his room. “it shouldn’t be hard to talk to your girlfriend, man, me n mina talk about our feelings all the time.” he explained further, glancing at his distressed friend when he suddenly looked up at kirishima. “girlfriend? she’s not my girlfriend idiot.” he grumbled, his head still in his hands. kirishimas eyes widened quickly, before returning to normal. he paused his task, sitting next to katsuki.

“she’s not?”

“no.” katsuki mumbled, his distress turning into confusion. “what makes you think that?” he said, scowling at kirishima.

“you treat her like royalty, man, you look at her like she hung the moon.” kirishima laughed, shaking his head, “you treat her better than most guys treat their wives.” he said, looking at the floor.

“well.. that’s just.. i don’t know. i’m used to it. she deserves it, yknow?” bakugo muttered out, sort of speechless. “i’ve treated her like that since we were in diapers, kiri.” he scoffed, running his hands through his hair. “well why?” his friend said, looking at bakugo. “well this one time, we got into a fight, a while back, and she didn’t talk to me for a fucking week.” he said gruffly, almost paining him to even think about that event. “it was horrible, i would’ve done anything for her back.. that’s when i knew i couldn’t lose her again.” he said, shaking his head, meeting his friends eyes.

“is it possible you like her?”

bakugo furrowed his eyebrows, slowly connecting the dots. like her? he scoffed, thinking about it for a second.

“i mean.. i love mina. i’d do anything for her, genuinely. she’s my world. it was love at first sight, bro. i think she’s the one.” kirishima said and laughed softly, shaking his head, “like my safe space. i wanna be with her all the time, yknow?” he explained further, “do you feel that way about y/n?” he asked, glancing towards bakugo.

oh.

he was silent. putting together the dots, connecting the puzzle pieces. he considered himself smart. he always did. but how could he be this dumb? this oblivious? he always felt that way towards you.

he nodded, sighing as he stood up. “i gotta go.” he grumbled, grabbing his bag and waving bye to his friend. he practically ran to his dorm, needing space. needing time to think.

should he push this feeling away? would it affect his career? many pro heroes have wives.. but all might didn’t, and he was the greatest. what would he even do about this? he didn’t know jack about romance. and did you even like him back?

that question stilled his spiraling mind.

did you like him back?

how could he know? your bubbly with everyone, too fucking chatty with icy-hot. you give that stupid beautiful smile to every stranger that passes and you ramble to anybody that would listen… was he as special to you as you were to him?

this had him faltering in classes, in training. he could not take his mind off it. off you. he over analyzed everything. every smile, every touch, every word that hung off your lips had captivated him.

he was tired of this. he didn’t wanna keep worrying. he didn’t wanna overthink for days. he was gonna ask you out. he was katsuki bakugo, goddamnit. he already knew what you liked, what flowers were your favorite, your favorite color, places that’d take your breath away, etc. he had planned the dream date, so why was he so nervous?

he ended up coming over, asking to hangout. you guys normally did, but he was extra jittery, extra sweaty, more than he usually was, which is a lot coming from him since his quirk was basically sweating. he stuttered more, was silent more which made you confused, suspicious even. mina had told you to get pretty today, have your nails done, your hair done, so you were already on edge.

either way, you had a great time, you laughed a lot, fleeting touches made you flustered, and butterflies stirred in your stomach. by the end of the night, he took you by a lake next to the school and you squinted at something you saw in the distance.

were those candles? a picnic blanket? a basket?

“kats? what’s that? do you see it?” you laughed, wondering why you guys were walking there. until it clicked, it was for you. you blushed lightly, looking around at what he set up. he had your favorite flowers, chocolates, new shoes, and food.

he was behind you when he spoke up, clearing his throat. “i.. uh.. this is for you.” he grumbled lowly. “i’ve liked you for a while, y/n.” he said, laughing nervously. “your fuckin’ beautiful, and funny, and i’d do anything for you.” he said, taking a step closer, looking down at you.

butterflies swarmed in your stomach, you were suddenly nervous and laughing, you couldn’t stop smiling.

“will you be my girlfriend?” he murmured, cupping your face in his hand. this was out of character for him. he didn’t know what he was doing, he hoped his hand wasn’t too sweaty, he hoped you didn’t notice his hand shaking, or his heart pounding in his chest.

you nodded, “yes.” you smiled softly, stepping closer and when you said yes, it felt like the weight of the world was lifted off his shoulders. he leaned in closer, not wanting to make you uncomfortable he spoke up, “can i kiss you?” he said, letting out a small chuckle. you nodded and he leaned in, his other hand coming up to cup your face as well as you kissed. you both were inexperienced, but you didn’t care because it felt right. it felt right to hold him closer, to rake your hand through his hair, to kiss until you ran out of breath and when you did, he whispered something against your lips.

“i cant believe i waited this long to make you mine.”

[gothgoblinbabe]

Belt Buckle

Logan Howelett x fem reader

A/N: okay, so this. Uh. Hear me out - I can’t be the only one who’s thought about this. It’s exactly what you think it is. Also it’s not very long just cause I’m still working on requests but it’s been collecting dust in google docs

Warnings: NSFW 18+

Word count: 840

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You couldn’t quite place where the fascination began.

Maybe it was because it sat right above the bulge in his jeans or because you were always yanking the stupid thing out of the way to get his pants down his thighs, but your eyes were always on the buckle of Logan’s belt lately. He had a couple different ones - all obnoxiously big - and of course you teased him, calling him a cowboy or a show off.

Lately, though, you’d been struggling to keep your mouth shut. Every time he’d stand in front of you now, you couldn’t tear your eyes from whatever chunky adornment was attached to the front of his belt.

“What are you lookin’ at, sweetheart?”

Your eyes flickered back up to his and you shrugged.

“Nothin’.”

He titled his head, “really?”

“Mhm.”

“Why’re you starin’ like that, then?”

Shit.

You swallowed hard, avoiding his gaze. You’d been together plenty of times, admitted almost everything to each other, but you still found yourself too embarrassed to admit what it was that had you staring so much.

You finally had to tell Logan while sitting on his lap in bed, his hands kneading your hips to pull you back and forth over his hard cock beneath his jeans. With his eyes closed, lost in the feeling of your tongue in his mouth, he dragged your hips forward a little farther than intended, inadvertently dragging your thinly clad pussy right over his belt buckle. Usually he’d pick up on the little things like that - how loud you whined when he pulled you forward - but you tried not to make the noise again, embarrassed.

He did, anyway.

He pulled your lips from his with his hold on your face, his thumb and fingers gripping your cheeks to the point that your lips were squished into a pout.

“You got somethin’ you wanna tell me, pretty girl?”

You knew you could tell him anything, but this felt far too humiliating - as if you were positive he’d scoff at the idea and tell you that you were gross for even thinking it.

You tried to shake your head, but he knew you far too well.

He grabbed you by your hips and lifted you off his lap.

“Spit it out, princess.”

You sharply inhaled, eyes dropping to his belt.

“I…um, I was thinking…” you tried to say something, anything to even hint at what you wanted, but it seemed stuck in your throat.

Logan clicked his tongue, “Baby. If you want somethin’ you gotta say it.”

You hated that he was right. You had to just get it out, say it all at once like ripping off a bandaid. 

“I wanna ride your belt buckle. It’s big, I think it’d feel good.”

Your words hung in the air, met with deafening silence. 

You watched his parted lips curl up into a smug grin, his eyebrows raised in mild disbelief.

“Jesus, that’s filthy. You really think about that?”

Your face burned. You opened your lips to speak but nothing came out. He was definitely going to call you weird, tell you that’s gross and get up from the bed.

Instead, he wordlessly leaned forward and hooked his fingers under the waistband of your panties to pull them down your legs. He threw them to the floor and leaned back with his hands behind his head, leaving you sitting in front of him in only one of his t-shirts with nothing underneath. You looked at him curiously, eyes flickering between his face and his lap.

“C’mon, you want it or what?”

You hastily climbed back onto his lap, positioning yourself so that his erection was behind you and your bare pussy was against the cold metal of his belt buckle. You weren’t sure exactly what to do at first. He usually held your hips when you were in his lap, helping you grind down onto him. Now, though, they were locked behind his head as his eyes bore into yours.

“You asked for it so you gotta do the work, baby.”

You huffed, placing your hands on his chest so you could lean forward and roll your hips. You slid your swollen pussy across the ridges of the cool metal of the buckle, your slick already coating the front of it and the top of his jeans.

You looked up to see Logan’s stare glued to his lap, watching hungrily with his bottom lip caught between his teeth as you rocked yourself back and forth.

“Feels good?” He asked, already breathing heavily from the way your ass grazed the tip of his cock when you dragged your hips back.

You nodded, nearly slack jawed with your eyes closed.

“Use your words,” he demanded, eyebrows furrowing.

You groaned in annoyance at the familiar phrase, one he loved to use when you were too turned on to speak.

“Yeah, feels good - fuck,” you cursed when he lifted his hips a little, pushing against you as you continued to grind yourself down. 

“So you guessed right, then, huh?” 

A/N: short and sweet but ya idk I couldn't get it out of my head <3