#you can start swinging at my head i'll hold still

[yuri-is-online]

I'm taking a break from making Yutu asks and giving you a jade ask:

Most mer people expect humans to be either helpless or just a little ok when it comes to dealing with bodies of water.

Basing Yuu off of my experiences today, Yuu would not be most people. I come from a province that is full of rivers and waterfalls. When you first step in the water you'd let out squeaks and screams because the water is VERY cold. Cold enough that people stick full watermelons in and when they later crack them, they've turned into sorbet.

Today I went to a water resort that's based in a canyon. I was wearing high heeled sandals and started wading against the stream (yeah I know, pretty dangerous) I fell into the water twice but i still consider it a win since the first time I was dragged in when I was pushing a bench swing and the second time was when i tried sitting on an unstable swing (both were within 2 hours and both times my head stayed above water) my pants still tore from the water pressure

When jade first finds a waterfall on a hike with Yuu, he feels content with setting up a cute picnic. Yuu on the other hand asks jade to hold onto the food, as they eat to swim first. Jade is confused. What swim? WHERE?! Yuu then, fully clothed, walks into the water. Jade wants to scream. Sure they're at the bottom of the waterfall but that's still a lot of water pressure, some merfolk have drowned trying to swim against the stream. Yet Yuu just stands there, in the water, completely unaffected (adjusting to the temperature). Then they JUMP into the fucking water and start swimming to the other side of the stream. Jade loses his mind and starts yelling for them, he even puts his head into the ice cold water and screams hoping they'd hear him. When Yuu surfaces on the other side they look at him in confusion

"what's wrong, jade?"

"WHAT'S WRONG??? PREFECT WHAT ARE YOU DOING? DONT YOU KNOW HOW DANGEROUS THIS IS?"

"what??? I'll just swim back and forth a few times! It's been a while since I've done this"

"AND WHAT IF THE CURRENT CARRIES YOU SOMEWHERE ELSE? WHAT WILL YOU DO?"

"....I'll stop??? With my legs??? I'll just stand????"

Jade is stunned

Legs. Yes legs. Humans had legs. Merfolk don't. That's why they can resist the current.

That day jade returns looking a little gaunt, which is something that worried Azul for what discoveries his friend had made

-Grim OB Anon

You know Grim OB anon you bring up a really good point with this concept: the way humans interact with water is probably a relatively foreign concept to the Octatrio. We know from Book 3 that NRC has a swimming pool they use for classes, but swimming isn't the only way humans interact with water. The three of them have never seen a water park, and it sounds like a concept that they would brush off as being silly. Why wouldn't humans just swim if they want to have fun? There's all sorts of things you can do to have fun under water, just ask they'll show you.

Jade has a calm facade, and the only time he really is comfortable breaking it is when he's excited. We've only ever seen him upset a handful of times, it's a very intense emotion on him. If this was any other human he would find it funny, but it's you so he doesn't find it funny at all. He's terrified and you are-

Fine. You are confident and radiant surrounded by water and standing up against something that is genuinely dangerous. He still asks you to come to shore, hiding his fear under a faux pout. You scared him, prefect, after he went so far out of his way to do something nice for you. Really the least you can do is just stay with him and let him take comfort in your presence.

[hyolks]

ed: yeah hohenheim was. weirdly into animatronics. my options were slim

[rizsu]

the aftermath of being turned into an ex jujutsu kaisen — gojo satoru.

gojo's a man of commitment. if rounding up a ‘band’ to serenade you into taking him back is what'll do the trick, then he'll organize it.

+ extra. this is meant to be unserious dont attack me for mischaracterization n shi 😞

“we're done.”

“we are not!”

in the end, he got kicked out. due to the shame he felt by being kicked out of a house he once lived in, satoru actually leaves. don't party too soon though, he's going to come back within five hours.

the plan he had in mind was simple: go to the department store, buy some roses, a poster, led lights, a table, some chocolates, and hire a band. for this the budget will be endless.

you thought you got rid of satoru but little did you know that he still has his share of keys. with that trick up his sleeve, he unlocks the gate, sneaking in everyone and the props.

satoru wasn't able to hire a band, but he was able to get a substitute. you see, todo, inumaki, and yuuji have hidden talents. they can all play instruments and one can sing! he always knew there was a reason why he's proud of his students.

quietly, the four men set the stage that's actually your front yard. in the center holds the white table with a black satin cloth delicately placed on it. the three bouquets of roses sit beautifully on the table. some petals were picked out and carefully spotted as well. on the table's center held the chocolate and wine — your favourite wine, to be exact. the finishing touch is the led lights. they're circling the ground, illuminating it with a soft yellow glow.

at the right and left sides of the table are inumaki and yuuji. inumaki's holding a wooden guitar while yuuji holds the hand drum. todo's position is in front of the table but a little off-center. he's holding the microphone, ready to pour his heart out on the song.

the star, satoru, is the one in the center. one hand hides behind his back. it's holding another rose bouquet with hundred-dollar bills wrapped with the roses. his free hand holds his phone. as soon as the clock strikes 7:00PM, he's going to call you. everything should play out perfectly.

anxiously watching his wristwatch switch from 6:59 to 7:00, he immediately calls you. one, two, three, six rings later you answered.

“you. i forgot to block you.”

“excuse me?” satoru scoffs, “whatever, i'm not calling for that.”

“chop chop then. i don't have all night.”

“can you come outside?”

“no. i will be calling the police.”

“OH C'MON,” he whines, getting desperate. “please? after this i'll leave you alone. promise.”

“...”

yuuji painfully watches. he feels incredibly sorry for his teacher. he doesn't deserve this!

“i don't think this is going good,” yuuji whispers to the boys, moving his head side-to-side.

todo raises his fist, gesturing to the boys to have some faith. “let's put our hopes high.”

they watch satoru closely. his hand that held the phone dramatically dropped to his side. slowly, he turns his head to face the boys behind him. his face breaks their hearts. he's pouting with eyes nearing tears — a pain only males like them can understand!

before satoru can say something, the front door clicks open. as it swings open aggressively, you made yourself tonight's main star unwillingly. you were not dressed for whatever this occasion is. your front yard has been ruined, your ex is there, three of his students you've met a few times, and while they're in suits, you're in a fancy robe with fluffy indoor slippers.

your eyebrows crease together, just when did they do all of this?! maybe it's time to install cameras.

“satoru, what the fuck did you do to my—”

“shh, tonight it's just you and him,” todo cuts you off, switching the mic on and beginning his performance. inumaki tunes the guitar and starts stringing random strings in hopes that they sound good. yuuji follows by tapping a simple “dun-da-da-dun-dun” beat on the drums.

your mouth's now opened. baffled by the sight, you stood there motionless.

“i have died every day waiting for you~”

as todo sings, satoru walks up to you, cheekily smiling at your shocked expression.

you back away from him, eyebrows still furrowed at whatever's going on.

“darling, don't be afraid~”

at this lyric, satoru takes the opportunity to shove his phone back into his pocket and grab your wrist. although you attempted to wriggle free, you are no match for his strength. gently, he pulls you into the yard.

both your eyes lock on each other. you search his eyes for emotions, he searches yours for any signs of longing. it's not there, he thinks. he feels a pinch in his heart, but it won't stop him. sending you a wink, he pulls you closer to the table.

“i have loved you for a thousand years (ooh)~”

“seriously, what's all this bullshit?!” you whisper-yelled at him, using your other hand to point at the table.

satoru simply shrugs.

“i'll love you for a thou-sand more (ooh, yeah)~”

todo ends his singing, clapping along with the other two to end the performance. it was the most touching thing he's ever done besides gifting yuuji and his idol a trio matching keychains set.

satoru coughs three times in attempts to hide his laugh. this has probably been the most unserious yet serious he's ever been, but his perfomance doesn't end there. he still has something else to whip out.

“baby—”

“that's not my name,” you cut him off.

“anyway. as i was saying,” he stops, revealing the rose bouquet with multiple hundred-dollar bills. “all of these are yours.”

your eyes bulge, but you quickly regain yourself.

“i'm not going to be won over with some roses and money.”

“there's wine and chocolates too,” yuuji says, immediately shutting up after you shot him a look.

inumaki stands awkwardly. he feels immense second-hand embarrassment. to counter such feelings, he starts playing the guitar again.

satoru cups the side of your face with his hand. his thumb caresses your cheek as he locks his eyes on yours again.

“i was serious about not breaking up, y'know,” he softly speaks, “i know i'm pushing it and all that stuff but i don't think i can leave you.”

it's once again your turn to be speechless. at this point, you're sure that there's no way all of this is happening in one night.

since you won't take hold of the bouquet, satoru places it in your hand. to solidify it even more, he lifts your other hand to place a kiss on it.

“what level of romance is this?” again, yuuji speaks. this time, it's satoru who gestures him to quiet down.

inumaki's still playing the out-of-tune guitar, enjoying the way the wind gently blows. it's truly a beautiful night. under the full moon's light, you and satoru glow together.

todo gears up for another round of singing. he immediately does a dragged-out “ooh~” adlib. this, however, wasn't going to last as long as his previous one did.

“NO — no more, please. you have a wonderful voice but i've heard enough. please.” you turned around to todo, begging him to mute the mic and possibly himself.

“and you,” you turn back to face satoru, “clean this up, get the boys home safely, and then come back.”

after that, you walked back to inside your house with the bouquet, making it satoru's turn to be left speechless. he still didn't win you over with some roses and money (wine and chocolates too) but his stupid commitment to keeping the relationship is what did.

[lostalioth]

𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭

→ premise: it was a bad idea, wayne came home and could hear you and eddie and yet the two of you didn’t wanna stop, it felt far too good to want it to end.

→ pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

→ warnings: smut | 18+, almost getting caught, mutual masturbation, gagging/covering mouth, praise, small amount of oral [m receiving], nicknames [sweet girl, baby]

→ a/n: 02 kinktober

Eddie's hand presses against your mouth covering it suddenly. You look at him with wide and confused eyes as your own fingers still their movement between your legs. He holds a finger up to his own mouth with his other hand as a way of telling you to shush. “Heyy, Eds you home??” You hear the front door to the trailer swing open and Wayne's voice echo from down the hall. Your body froze, he wasn't supposed to come home yet.

You and Eddie were frozen still, laid out on his bed your thighs spread, his legs also spread and laid over your calves facing you, both on full display for one another. Your fingers were still buried deep inside you, you twitch and clench around them aching for your movement earlier to continue. You were getting close but the interruption made your body tense now. Eddie's hand moves from in front of his mouth and wraps around his cock again, pulling your attention right back to it. His tip red and angry, veins protruding and begging for your mouth.

“Uhh yeah im home, i was just about to take a nap though” Eddie's voice answering his uncle breaks you from your trance. His voice being far too calm and collected for what his previous actions were, it slightly impresses you. You make a small noise in surprise and confusion, it being very muffled by Eddie's hand but he gets the message and mouths a quick “I'm sorry sweet girl” at you while Wayne responds.

“Oh nice think i'll rest too, work was rough” Wayne yells once again before heading off down the opposite hall, you were grateful for the odd layout of the trailer. Eddie waits until he hears his uncle's door shut before he begins stroking his throbbing cock again, his release right on the edge once again. “Oh fuck, good girl staying quiet so we dont get caught” Eddie groans softly, eyes glued to your face a slightly embrassed but still lustful look in your eyes. Your eyes lit up at the praise and Eddie doesn't miss a beat. “Oh you like that? Huh baby? Be my good girl and keep playing with that pussy for me okay?” Your fingers slowly pump inside yourself once again after the embarrassment washes away. “Eddie..” you moan against his hand a bit too loud making him shove his ring clad fingers in your mouth gagging you lightly. The metal cold against your lips and the action only furthering your arousal that's staining his sheets below you.

“Keep being quiet for me and you can cum got it baby?” Eddie's voice is laced in desperation. You can tell it's both a plea for you to be mute but also for you to cum. He needed to see you cum, he was so pent up and on the edge already but wanted to cum to the sight of your release dripping down your own fingers. You nod your head frantically and pump your fingers inside your aching pussy faster, chasing your much needed climax. Eddie flashes that damned charming smile of his at you and matches your pace with his own strokes. “Such a good girl for me, i was gonna fuck ya’ but dont think we can keep quiet enough during that i know i couldnt” he chuckles softly and slowly thrusts up into his hand, his eyes glazing over as he watches your skillful fingers pleasure yourself.

You whine around his fingers at the idea and buck your hips up in need as you start thinking about how good his cock would fill you up, the patch of curly black hair that rests at the base of of it brushing against your cilt…god you needed him to ruin you and cursed your luck that he couldn't this go around.

Your own thoughts guide you closer and closer to the edge. Eddie can see the way you frantically pump your fingers faster and bring your free hand down to your clit telling him you're close. “Aww you gonna cum sweet girl, do it” he eggs you on his voice needy and teasing. “Cum on those pretty fingers imagining it's my cock while you gag on my fingers baby” he fists his cock harder, his brain going fuzzy as he waits quite impatiently for you to finish and push him over the edge.

“Mhm~ Eddie!~” you let out a muffled wanton moan around his now spit covered fingers, your back arching off the bed. Your head falls back as your release washes over you. Your slick and cum coating your fingers and thighs as you squeeze them together at the overwhelming sensation.

“There you go baby, good girl fuckk..” he lets out a sound that's a mix between a groan and a whine as his thrusts into his large hand become sloopy and speed up. He takes his fingers out of your mouth, wet from your spit and uses that hand instead to stroke his cock.

“Sweet girl im gonna cum fuck, you want me to make a mess of my self or you wanna help me out and take it down your throat like a good girl?” Eddie's voice comes out husky and strangled as he does his best to hold back while waiting on an answer. However, you're quick to move up to your knees, your cum soaked fingers leaving your cunt making you whine. leaning your head down and swating his hand away to slide him in your mouth, your tongue tracing a vein on the underside of his shaft and sucking.

Eddie's head falls back quickly before it snaps back up to take in the view of you taking all of him in your mouth.

“What ever did I do to get such a sweet and good girl like you’s mouth on my dick shit~” he let out a string of mumbled curses as he bucked his hips up into your mouth.

He rests his hand on the top of your head as the knot in the pit of his stomach tightens and quickly unravels. He cums with a loud groan of your name leaving his lips, cum coating your throat and sliding down as you swallow every last drop. You take your mouth off him making a small pop sound when it slips out and Eddie lays there breathless. “Maybe I should’ve also gagged myself to be quiet huh?” He lets out a short and nervous chuckle between pants.

→ a/n: i keep ending up writing and posting these much later than i wanna like its techically the 4th for me as i post this but i meant to post it on the 3rd cause of how im doing kinktober and UGH

[gothghostiie]

more musk kink with price or soap im on my knees

why not both??

cw: musk kink/huffing, degrading, fingering, oral, creampie, risky place, gn!reader, another one that turned out longer than I meant it to

price is always a lil musky, no matter how much he showers, what cologne or deodorant he uses, he just is. soap much less, unless its after a mission or after training and he didn't get to shower yet - like today. you're training with soap, price just happens to watch. he's really pushing you, it's been a gold 1 ½ hours already, you're both sweaty and exhausted but naturally soap refuses to give in; instead set on making you tap out.

with that in mind he puts you in a nasty headlock, face pressed right into his armpit. your eyes widen, struggling as you try to hold your breath and push him away, but he's laughing in your face. "tap out and I'll let ya go." he says simply; unfortunately you're as stubborn as he is. price is watching with a chuckle; just as he's about to give soap a little nudge to let you go he's stopped by you - or more like the noise you make when you stop holding your breath. it's a high pitched, far too pleased moan, paired with your eyebrows furrowing and you pressing your thighs together. the two of them exchange knowing looks. "oh? y'like that? fucking nasty slut.." soap laughs, meanwhile price goes to pull your pants down, revealing how fucking horny you are - the gym is empty right now, so might as well make use of it.

your eyes widen and you blush, shaking your head as you panic a little at being exposed; but all it does is make you huff soaps scent more. your eyes roll back, hole clenching around nothing, making price laugh. "look at you.. eager aren't you?" before you can give a muffled answer he already pushes 2 fingers into your hole, stretching you open for what he knows is gonna come. fingering your poor hole, playing with your cock/clit - you can't help it, can't hold back. they already realised you're enjoying yourself far too much, so might as well properly enjoy yourself, right?

you start inhaling the scent deeply, one hand clinging to soaps shirt while the other one holds onto his tense biceps. your eyes are rolled back, your face flushed fully red as you get lost in the sensations, allowing soap to force your face deeper as his boner grows in his sweatpants. meanwhile price is still fingering your hole open, gruff voice throwing little praises at you to keep going, bury your pretty face in there good. only when you cum the both stop, but it's far from over. soap releases you, pushing you into prices arms who smiles at you, patting your red cheek gently - just to carry and throw you in position like a ragdoll.

he carries you to one of the little benches, sitting down on it and forcing you on all 4s. you watch him pull his pants down, not even realising that Johnny is kneeling behind you - only when he pushes inside you the realisation hits. lucky for your fogged up little brain price makes sure you can't think too hard, grabbing your head and forcing it between his thick thighs, making you huff his cock n balls while soap fucks you silly from behind, slapping your ass and degrading you for liking something this nasty.

you moan and grunt against prices skin, hairs tickling your face as you bury yourself deeper and deeper on him, licking and sucking at his thick cock while he keeps pushing your head closer. you get close to cumming far too soon, pulling away to speak to them - what a dumb little mistake honey. price scoffs, grabbing the back of your head and forcing it almost painfully to his crotch - catching you in a headlock as he swings his leg over your neck, making you unable to escape him while soap fucks you silly, cumming into your poor hole.

[earthchica]

whiskey kisses

logan howlett x black! reader

summary: You are sexually frustrated and Wade tries to hook you up with Logan.

warning: explicit smut (18+), drinking alcohol, protected sex, dirty talking, foreplay, oral & vaginal fingering (f), pet names (sweet pea, baby, etc.)

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"Hey Peter, how about another round?" You inquired with a smile, sliding your empty glass across the counter.

You were attending a party that your neighbor friend, Wade Wilson was throwing.

He's been encouraging you to socialize more ever since your messy divorce.

So here you were, all dressed up and feeling pretty. You were told there would be eligible bachelors here which got you thinking about having a lighthearted post-divorce fling.

You jolted back to reality when a familiar voice called your name. You swiveled around to find Wade.

"Anyone caught your eye yet?" He chirped, plopping down beside you at the small bar.

"Wade, you promised eligible bachelors at this party, but I'm not spotting any," You exclaimed, swiveling on your stool to scan the room.

"Yeah…I know sweet pea. I just told you that so you can hook up with the perfect guy to blow your back out" He quipped, gesturing towards Logan who was sitting in the corner, sipping a glass of whiskey.

"What about Logan? He's single, trustworthy, and easy on the eyes.," He whispered that last part with a grin.

"No, Wade. No, I can't ask him. That would be weird; plus he's a friend," You declined, shaking your head.

"Why the hell not? Maybe he'd say yes if you asked. Come on, you asked me for help and I've given it to you" He pressed.

"Ugh…what? No way…I can't just be like, 'Hey, logan feeling lonely, wanna…you know fuck?" You joked, rolling your eyes.

"Oh my god, if you go up and say that to him…I think I'll die happy" Wade says, sharing a glance with you, and you both burst into laughter.

"Okay, that was a bit much, but still. Logan….I don't think he's the type of guy who would be into that"

"_____, I'm gonna be honest. You gotta stop being so fucking uptight and just go with the flow, sweet pea"

"Whoa, hold up! I am not uptight," You fire back, arms crossed in defense.

"sweet pea, this is me you're talking to. You know I'm right" He teases, raising an eyebrow.

"Ugh…fine," You shake your head, slightly irritated. "Yay, now come on!" He chuckles, tugging you along.

"Where are we going?" You ask, feeling a bit jittery.

"Going to have fun, something you're overdue for," Wade replies, pulling you to the dance floor.

You take a deep breath, let loose, and groove to the music, swinging your hips from side to side.

"Oh look who's watching you," He whispers in your ear, and Logan looks at you with a deep gaze, jealousy gracing his face.

He was eyeing you like a lion tracking its prey, a new look that intrigued you.

It's kind of, a turn-on.

"Take the hint!" Wade nudges before going to join Vanessa. A favorite song of yours started blasting.

It was time to crank up the sass and put on a show for his eyes only. You shut your eyes and let your hips groove, causing a commotion with your ass.

A cheeky grin crept onto your face as a familiar hand landed on your lower back.

"You took your sweet time," You teased, sensing his flawless frame snug against yours.

His touch glided over the silky material of your dress as we swayed in sync on the dance floor, perfectly attuned to each other's beat.

"You look so gorgeous tonight, sweetheart. I couldn't keep my eyes off of you…I've been holding back saying this but I want you," Logan murmurs in your ear.

"What do you mean, you want me?" You inquire, fully aware of his intentions, yet craving to hear him verbalize them.

"You know what I mean! I'm attracted to you, always have been. When we first met I thought you were the most gorgeous woman" he declares, gently turning your body to meet his gaze.

His gaze pierced through you, those hazel brown eyes longing for something untold.

"You'll be amazed by how irresistible I am," You teased, nervously nibbling on your lip.

His lips inch closer to your ears, the warmth of his breath dancing tantalizingly on your brown skin.

"Can I kiss you?" he murmurs, and in a split second, you yank him closer for a fiery smooch, tangling your fingers in his hair.

His hands decided to take a detour from your waist to my backside, giving it a playful pat.

Breaking away from the kiss, he rose to his full height, enjoying how he towered you.

"Let's go somewhere…more private" he declares, not bothering to hear your response.

You both waved goodbye to everyone, made your grand exit, and quickly made it to your apartment

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"I'm gonna fuck you so good, you'll forget your name" Logan whispered, leaving kisses down the back of your neck.

You both triumphantly crossed the threshold of your front door, while kissing and touching all over.

Logan pulls away to lift you up and secure your legs around his waist, before carrying you to your bedroom following your instructions.

He sets you down on the bed before enjoying you. He begins kissing and caressing your neck.

His hand moves under your dress to softly stroking through your panties.

You gently pushed him back, removing his shirt and tossing it across the room. Then, your hands move to his pants' belt.

You played with the belt for a second until it was finally unlatched. You noticed a noticeable bulge starting to emerge in his underwear.

You lightly grazed against his pants, and he let out a groan. You swiftly turned him onto his back and liberated him from his pants and underwear.

You couldn't resist a dramatic gasp! You looked at his big, juicy erect member.

How the hell was that going to fit?

"This is all for you, amor" Logan teases, almost tearing your dress off in one swift move!

He let out a gasp when he caught a glimpse of your big, plump breasts and your black panties

"Oh sweetheart, you have the most perfect tits I have ever seen," He says, cheekily flipping you over and playfully swiping your panties off!

He makes his way down to your entrance, giving you a few light circle strokes before inserting two fingers into your dripping core.

"Logan, please!" You moaned in pleasure, trying to push him away because the faster he thrust his fingers in and out of you.

The louder you get.

"Tell me what you want, baby? and I'll give it to you" He asks, pressing his forehead against mine while still fingering the heck out of you.

"I-I-want you to fuck me." You screamed through your orgasm and as you came down from your high.

Logan begins leaving sweet kisses down your neck as you catch your breath.

"Do you have a condom?" You asked, watching him slurp his fingers spotless. He nodded and dashed off the bed to grab one from his pants.

Logan gets back on the bed, rolling the condom on his member before spreading your legs open to position himself at your core

"Ahh Fuck!" You gasped, feeling how huge he was and loving how he stretched you out.

You placed your hand on his hip as he began to thrust in and out, holding your waist.

"Shit baby…you feel like heaven. I could stay inside of you forever" His thrusts became faster, looking down, admiring the way his member moves in and out of you.

"Logan, don't stop" You let out a dramatic moan as he lifted you and plopped down on his back.

"I would never stop" He starts pounding up into you with some unbelievable force, making you scream in pleasure.

You threw your head back, placing your hands on his chest; trying to match his rhythm of thrust.

"Yes! Yes! Just like that" You moaned, feeling another orgasm getting closer and closer.

"You like that huh, does it feel good? You've always dreamed of this moment huh, baby?" Logan moans, grabbing your breast for a second, letting you bounce up and down his shaft.

"Yes, so good! It feels so good, Logan" You cried as he kept going and going, feeling like you were gonna lose your damn mind.

He stopped you for a second and pulled out, changing the position with your face down and your ass up.

"Oh…baby. You also have the most perfect ass" Logan groans, smacking your ass over and over again while pounding into your core.

"LOGAN!" You cried, feeling yourself getting close to the edge. He brought you up and wrapped his hand around your throat while his other hand rubbed your entrance.

"Come. Come for me, my sweet girl!" He whispers in your ear, and you let out a scream, feeling the great release.

Logan curses while pulling out, rips the condom off, and comes all over your ass.

You landed smack on your belly, catching a mischievous grin on his face before closing your eyes.

"Fuck…I love you…You are so…" Realizing what he was saying, Logan went into full panic mode.

He looked down to see your reaction but breathed a sigh of relief realizing you were out cold.

[bbokicidal]

Ok so Chan with Family #7 IMAGINE HE FOUNDS OUT HIS DAUGHTER IS DATING A YOUNG TRAINEE WHO SHE FIRST MET AT THE JYP BUILDING WHEN SHE USED TO GO BRING LUNCH FOR CHAN AND HER UNCLES OR JUST TO HANGOUT AND STARTED TO

or like maybe another member 's Son???

Family Prompt #7 : His Reaction to your Daughter 'Dating' - Bang Chan

"Saw Jaewon with a boy the other day. Overheard her say it was a date."

Seungmin's bold statement causes Chan's head to whip around almost 180. His daughter, now 8 years old, sits on the couch in the rehearsal room with her legs swinging and Changbin at her side holding two SKZoo dolls. She stares over at her father as his eyes narrow in accusation. "You were with a boy?"

Jaewon is quick to shake her head. "I've only been with -- with," she points at a few of the men in the room, "Uncle Minho and Uncle In!"

Chan's eyes snap to the two mentioned. Minho just shrugs while Jeongin lifts his hands in surrender. "I don't know anything about it! I took her out to lunch the other day but that's it..!"

His gaze redirects back to his daughter, her legs still swinging out from the couch. Changbin had set the dolls down nearby, hands sliding over his thighs slowly as if suddenly... caught red-handed doing something he shouldn't..? "What was his name?"

His daughter's hands twist in her lap, still trying to cover her little lie. "Just a friend, I don't-... I don't remember his name." A pout settles on her lips and Chan has to fight not to fall for it and give in.

"You don't remember your friend's name?" Chan cocks a brow at his daughter that makes her stifle a giggle.

"It was Jisoo."

Changbin takes the Leebit doll from the couch and chucks it hard at Seungmin who rats out his son. "You traitor!" He calls, standing from the couch to dramatically point at the younger man now laughing.

"You were on a date with Jisoo?!" Chan gasps, eyes locked onto the little girl. Her cheeks bloomed red in embarrassment and being caught hanging out with Changbin's son who was only a year older than herself. Her eyes dart to you, sitting against the rehearsal room's large wall mirror.

"Eomma.."

Chan's eyes follow in a quick snap. "You! You knew about this, didn't you?!"

And you laugh, the sound bellowing in the room. The others had joined in on the giggling, including your daughter, her nerves completely gone at seeing you smile. And the way Chan crawls to you, taking your hands and shaking them dramatically. "She's too young to go on dates! Why did you let her?!"

"She asked to go out for ice cream and then asked if Jisoo could come with, Chris! It's not that big of a deal.~"

"It is! She's my baby! She can't be near boys! Boys have cooties!" He continues wailing, frantic about shaking you gently by the shoulders.

You laugh out, gently shoving him back. "You're a boy, Chris."

He pauses to think, then slowly turns to look at his daughter still giggling on the sofa. "You're right." And when he stands to stalk towards her, her giggles turn from giggles into full blown laughter.

Which starts the scene of your daughter running around the practice room to avoid her father and seven uncles stalking towards her like zombies, murmuring about how boys have cooties and how when they get her she'll have cooties, too.

She runs to you for protection, dropping into your lap and screaming out in laughter. When your arms wrap around her, she giggles into your chest and tucks closer. "Don't worry, baby! I'll protect you from the cootie monsters!"

Chan drops to his knees near you and leans in to press a kiss to his daughter's cheek as she squeals with giggles, squirming in your lap. He grins against her dimpled skin before pulling her into his own lap, hugging her tight while she laughs. "There. Now you have cooties from your dad, so you can tell Jisoo to stay away forever cause you already have them and don't need them from him."

Changbin huffs nearby, chuckling. "So our kids can't hang out anymore?"

"Not 'til they're eighteen." Chan hums, eyes closing contentedly as the others laugh in the background.

[starlitmelanin]

reader had been out with her friends and she comes home drunk, waking Trent up. and she’s yapping about random things that happened as he helps her get ready for bed

yapper | trent alexander-arnold

pairing - trent x fem!reader

word count - 1k

warnings - none

it's way past midnight when you stumble through the front door, the sound of your laughter echoing through the quiet house. you've had a few too many drinks, but it was a good night, filled with dancing and endless conversations with your girls. your mind is buzzing with the alcohol, and your cheeks are flushed from the night's excitement.

the house is dark, but you navigate it with the ease of familiarity, your steps a bit unsteady as you make your way to the bedroom. trent is fast asleep, sprawled out on the bed, his breathing steady and calm. you pause at the door, a mischievous smile creeping onto your lips.

"trent, wake up!" you whisper loudly, climbing onto the bed and bouncing slightly.

his eyes flutter open, confusion crossing his features before he registers your presence. you giggle as you straddle him, your hands pressed against his chest.

"what time is it?" he mumbles, his voice thick with sleep. but then he sees your flushed face and the glint in your eyes, and a smile tugs at the corners of his lips. "have a good night out?"

"the best," you declare, leaning down to kiss him. he can taste the alcohol on your lips, the sweet mix of cocktails and shots. "we danced so much! you should've seen tiana, she was a mess," you laugh, your head resting against his shoulder. "and desi, oh my god, she spilled her drink on this guy, and he was so mad. it was hilarious."

trent listens, his arm wrapping around you, holding you close. his other hand comes up to cup your cheek, his thumb gently brushing your skin. "you're a little drunk, aren't you?" he says softly, amusement lacing his words.

"maybe just a little," you admit, nuzzling into his neck. he chuckles, the sound vibrating through his chest. "but i'm so happy. it was such a good night."

"i'm glad you had fun," he murmurs, his fingers tangling in your hair. "but we need to get you ready for bed. come on."

you pout as he gently pushes you off him, sitting up and swinging his legs over the side of the bed. "i don't wanna," you protest, but he's already standing, pulling you up with him.

"let's get your makeup off," he says, leading you to the bathroom. you're still giggling, swaying slightly as you follow him. he sits you down on the edge of the tub and grabs a makeup wipe, carefully wiping away the remnants of your eyeliner and mascara. you scrunch your nose, but he's gentle, his touch soft.

"hold still," he says, a small smile playing on his lips. "i'm almost done."

"you're so sweet," you murmur, your eyes closing as he finishes cleaning your face. "i don't know what i'd do without you."

"probably fall asleep with your makeup on," he teases, earning a laugh from you. "now, let's brush your teeth."

you groan, but he's already holding out your toothbrush, a dollop of toothpaste on it. "do i have to?" you whine, but he nods, his expression firm.

"yes, you do. and if you're good, i'll tell you a secret," he bribes, and your curiosity piques.

"what kind of secret?" you ask, taking the toothbrush and starting to brush your teeth, albeit reluctantly.

"a really good one," he promises, watching you with a fond smile. you roll your eyes but comply, brushing your teeth thoroughly.

once you're done, he hands you a cup of water to rinse out your mouth. "all done?" he asks, and you nod, handing the cup back to him.

"now, tell me the secret," you demand, following him back to the bedroom. he sits you down on the bed, pulling out a t-shirt and some shorts for you to change into.

"the secret is," he starts, helping you out of your dress and into the comfortable clothes, "i love you."

your heart swells at his words, and you throw your arms around his neck, pulling him close. "i love you too, trent," you whisper, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

"alright, let's get you into bed," he says, guiding you under the covers. you snuggle into the pillows, watching as he moves around the room, turning off the lights and closing the curtains.

"wait, i haven't told you about bria's drama yet," you say suddenly, your eyes wide. "it was so crazy, trent."

he chuckles, climbing into bed next to you. "tell me all about it," he says, his arm wrapping around you, pulling you close.

"okay, so bria met this guy at the bar, right?" you start, your voice animated. "and he seemed really nice, but then she found out he has a girlfriend! can you believe that?"

trent hums, his fingers tracing patterns on your arm. "that's wild," he says, his tone indulgent.

"right? and then she confronted him, and he tried to deny it, but she wasn't having any of it. it was such a scene," you continue, your words slurring slightly as sleep starts to creep in.

"sounds like a lot happened tonight," he murmurs, his voice soothing. "but you need to get some rest now."

you yawn, your eyelids growing heavy. "okay, but remind me to tell you about myra's thing tomorrow. it's even crazier."

"i will," he promises, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "goodnight, love."

"goodnight, trent," you mumble, already half-asleep. "thanks for taking care of me."

"always," he whispers, holding you close as you drift off, the warmth of his embrace lulling you into a peaceful sleep.

[222col]

sugardaddy!art needs his lucky charm, but tashi is growing bored of it, sugardaddy!patrick on the other hand... | part two of this | 18+

you're frozen in motion, patrick's words lingering in the air as your phone keeps ringing. you always answer art's calls. "sorry, i- i just need to take this," you answer the phone, running out into the hallway. "hey baby," you're whispering into the phone. "hey sweet girl, you sound tired." he wants to look after you, cradle you in his arms and stroke your hair until you fall asleep on his chest. "just a lil, didn't sleep much last night." yeah too right you didn't, too busy fucking his best friend. "how was training?" you change the subject. "it was good, feeling confident about tonight. you still coming to watch me?" shit. of course you're going. you haven't missed a match since you started seeing art, he calls you his lucky charm. "of course! i can't wait." you can hear his smile as he hums into the phone. "good, wear the white shirt of mine that i left at yours last week, with the shortest skirt you can find." you melt against the screen. "yes sir," he's practically groaning into the phone. "i gotta go princess, can't wait to see you later."

you say your goodbyes and hang up the phone. rushing back into the hotel room. "you okay?" patrick asks, still sat against the headboard. "yeah, just my dad." art would come on the spot if he ever heard you say that. "so, my proposition?" patrick smirks, holding out his hand for you. you take it, joining him on the bed. "can i think about it?" he just laughs in response. "wow." he draws out the word. you smile, shyly. "of course you can, sweetheart." he kisses the inside of your wrist. "i gotta go, but i'll text you." you pick up your dress off the floor, it's almost a two piece from the way patrick ripped it off your body. holding the fabric in your hands, thinking about how sad art would be if he saw it. "oh, princess, i'm sorry," patrick jumps off the bed. "i'll buy you a new one, i just got too excited." he's smirking into his suitcase as he picks out a pair of shorts and a t-shirt for you to wear. "here," he kisses your forehead and helps you get dressed. removing your robe and instructing you to lift your arms above your head to slip the t-shirt on. "you look so small in my clothes, angel, so sexy, makes me wanna rip them off your body again."

he offers to walk you home, but you tell him no, you'll be okay. picking up a coffee on your way, your mind is a mess. walking into your apartment, immediately jumping in the shower and starting to get yourself pretty for art. you wear as instructed, tucking the shirt in slightly to a small black tennis skirt art bought you. you tie your hair into a ponytail and finish applying your make up. you put your phone into a new chanel bag art bought you last week, embroidered with 'A.D'. booking an uber and making your way to the tournament. tashi had forwarded you your ticket, entering through the side entrance to pick up your VIP lanyard.

just arrived, the seat is perfect. i'll have the best view of you <3

texting art as you take your seat in the stands, placing your bag on the floor below your feet. tashi is a few seats in front of you, turning to smile at you once before focusing on the match playing out before her.

good, can't wait to devour you after i win for you, my sweet girl xx

art responds, his match up next. the seats fill up as art's match is announced. the seat next to tashi still empty, until a curly brunette makes his way there as art and his appointment's names are announced. no. it can't be. his head swings around, surveying the crowd, his eyes landing on you. patrick zweig. of course he's here, how did you not think that of course patrick would be here. he half smiles, turning around and unlocking his phone.

why didn't you tell me you were such a tennis fan baby? no wonder you were so desperate to fuck me.

your cheeks blush as you read the message from patrick, he watches your reaction carefully. his sweet boy facade disappearing, now that you're not in his bed kissing his body. you ignore the message, slipping your phone into your purse as art walks onto the court. the crowd lights up as you applaud his entrance. art wins, obviously. he's had a stellar season, on his way to complete his career grand slam, thanks to you and the motivation you give him. you exit the stands, heading straight for art's dressing room. he opens the door to you, smiling down, still covered in sweat from playing, he knows you love it. pulling you in to his private room, wasting no time placing his lips on yours. "missed you so much," he mumbles against your lips. "looked so pretty in my shirt, shouting my name for everyone to hear." your hand reaches into his shorts, "already so hard for me baby." you whisper into his ear as your hand enters his boxers. "mmm, mhm, had to hide it on the court, you know i love it when you wear your hair up."

you fall to your knees in front of him, pulling down his shorts and underwear. his grasps your hair, teasing him slightly as his cock delves down your throat. "atta girl," he whispers, guiding your head back and forth on him. he takes no time at all, groaning your name as he finishes on your tongue, swallowing every drop he pulls you back to your feet. "my pretty little girl, always looking after me." he strokes your cheek, kissing you gently. "go on, go find tashi, i'll meet you both after my shower and we'll go home." you simply nod, turning to the door, his hand gently spanking you as you leave. you walk towards the private bar to find tashi, your arm being pulled from behind you, stopping you in your tracks in the players hallway before the bar.

"and what would you be doing back here, you little minx?" patrick asks, letting go of your arm after spinning you around to him. "i, um, was just trying to find the bar." you're stuttering, scared he can smell art on your mouth. "were you now? or were you just trying to find another tennis star to fill your hole?" your knees nearly buckle at his words. he hasn't stopped smirking at you once. "and here i was thinking i was special." he fake pouts, he's eating this up. art could leave his dressing room any second now and find you two together. he laughs and walks past you to the bar. you take a second to collect yourself before walking in the same direction. luckily he's already chatting away with some other players, so you walk over to tashi's table that's tucked away in the corner. patrick of course notices, even more curious about you now. "art told me to come find you, then we'd leave after his shower. is- is that okay?" you ask her. she nods and pulls out a chair for you. you sit down, placing your bag on the table. she notices her husbands initials on your purse. "sweet touch." she thumbs the fabric that adorns the letters. "it was art's idea, i wasn't sure if it was too obvious."

tashi smiles. "he'd do anything to show you off to the world, he hates keeping you private." she states, no real emotion behind her words. "r-really?" you ask, a waitress offers a glass of champagne from her tray. tashi grabs you both a glass. "yes. he talks about it often, how he'd do near enough anything to tell the world you're his." you're blushing, patrick is staring, you don't notice. you open your mouth to question further, interrupted by the presence of the brunette beside your table. fuck. no. no. shit. you're in deep trouble now. "tashi, who is this beautiful girl you're keeping tucked away?" thank god. you thought patrick would immediately out you. tashi introduces you, none the wiser. "she's the face of my new adidas campaign, i invited her today to get to know the game a little better, before she does any of the promo." tashi is collected, whenever someone does catch the two of you together she always gives them that same answer. "huh, interesting," patrick pulls up a chair. go away. no. art cannot see this. "you gonna come watch me play tomorrow too? i'll show you what tennis is meant to look like." patrick teases, leaning back on his chair. "no," tashi answers for you. "she's just here this week for art's games."

art turns around the corner, into the bar. his chest rising at the sight of you, between tashi and patrick. "well, maybe art and i will play the final against each other again, and i'll get to see your pretty face some more." he winks at you, you nodding your head towards art as tashi turns around. she stands, you follow. the three of you rush to the side entrance, jumping into the car. tashi drives, you and art in the back seat. his arm sneaks around your waist. "what was that?" he questions. "patrick being patrick." tashi answers, focusing on the road. art kisses your cheek. "did he say anything inappropriate to you?" you open your mouth to speak, tashi interrupting you again. "he was just flirting with her, as i said, patrick being patrick." he kisses your head, pulling your body closer to his. "she can speak for herself, tashi." she shakes her head, gripping the steering wheel. art doesn't usually speak to tashi like that. you know he's riled up, another man flirting with you, especially patrick. you turn his head back to you, kissing his lips.

"can you wait until i'm out of sight before you kiss my husband again." you wouldn't normally kiss art in front of her, but he's angry, and needs your attention. "um, yes, of course, sorry," you whimper. art shakes his head at his wife. "stop talking down to her." art leans towards tashi. she simply shakes her head. "i set all of this up for you, art, don't forget that. i'm the reason she's sat in this car, i can take her away just as easy." they're never like this, not in front of you anyway. you're embarrassed, so's art. "no you fucking couldn't." you know he's angry because of patrick flirting with you, but now he's angry at tashi, her words cutting deep. his grip around your waist tightens. he covers your shoulder in kisses, he's insecure. you don't say anything, just grabbing hold of his hand. "fucking watch me." you hear tashi whisper under her breath, art doesn't hear, too consumed with your bare skin under his lips.

you arrive at their house, art opens the door for you. he picks you up, hands under your skirt, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. tashi closes the car door behind her, almost laughing at the sight before her. his lips crash into yours, staring straight at his wife as he does. "you're pathetic, art. seriously." she storms into the house, straight to her bedroom. he's so spurred on, carrying you all the way to his bedroom, throwing you down on his bed. "take your clothes off." he instructs, he's so rarely dominant, you can feel the wetness grow in your underwear. you slowly unbutton the shirt, shimmying out of your skirt. next your bra and panties until your laid naked before him. he's still fully dressed, "touch yourself" god, he's never done this before. he really is pent up. he stands in front of you, waiting. your hands roam down your body before you start to pleasure yourself in front of him. he's silent, stood still, just watching.

it's only once you've made yourself come that art pounces on you, ridding him of his clothes as quickly as you can. he's hungry, starving, craving the feeling of your pussy wrapped around his cock. he doesn't ask permission, or let you adjust to him, pounding into you harder than ever before, it's as though he wants to be deeper, go further into your body than he or anyone before him ever has. he wants to claim parts of you that remain untouched by any other men. "you're fucking mine, always will be fucking mine," he's tearing up, his arms wrapped around your body, head nuzzled into your neck. he orgasms, hard. more come dripping out his cock than ever before. he pulls out of you, and just lays there, on top of you. his eyes still full of tears.

you hold his head in your hands, looking into his eyes. "baby, what's wrong?" you kiss his nose. "she can't fucking take you from me, please, don't let her." tears fall onto your cheek from his eyes. you pull him back onto your chest. cradling him there, shushing him and stroking his hair. the two of you fall asleep like that together, only moving him onto his side once you've waken. he grumbles in his sleep as you slip your panties and his oversized shirt back on. it's early, the sun is rising, you head downstairs to the kitchen for some water. filling your glass, nearly dropping it in the sink when tashi appears in front of you.

"you're to leave my house in an hour, and never come back." you're shocked. you know she threatened this in the car to art, but you never thought she'd follow through. "but-" she doesn't let you respond. "you're not to tell art, don't contact him again, don't come to this house again, or everything we've given you will be taken anyway." your heart is shattering, thinking of the tears dripping onto your face as art begged you never to leave him. it's like subconsciously he knew. "not just the clothes, and jewellery. your car, your apartment, your career." you knew tashi could take everything away from you. you'd have nothing, be no one. you breathe in deeply, tears forming in your own eyes now. "do you understand?" you want to scream, wake art up and have him come protect you. you want to shake yourself awake, let it all be some horrible dream. you want to shout no at tashi, tell her you won't do it. "yes, mrs. donaldson." the tears fall as you respond. "good, the car to take you home will be here at 6:30." you look to your watch, 45 minutes. she turns on her heels, leaving you alone.

walking back into art's bedroom, you sit on the bed, just watching him. listening to his breathing, the occasional snore. you move his hair from his forehead, placing a kiss there. tears still streaming. you stand, putting your tennis skirt back on your body. you wipe your tears, picking up the used tennis shirt of art's from the floor, putting it into your purse. you take a piece of paper from his notebook.

i love you, art donaldson.

you place the note on the nightstand, taking in one last look at him and leaving through the front door. the car is waiting, the driver confirms your address and starts driving. you don't look back, just taking your phone out of your bag.

i'm in.

you send the message, the sound of a response catches you off guard. it's early, you don't expect it so soon.

good girl. come to my hotel

you're not thinking straight, you're making decisions you're in no position to make right now. yet you can't stop your fingers from typing back to him.

don't you have a match today?

you're so used to art's match day routines, not seeing him the whole day as tashi puts him through the works.

so fucking what? come bounce on my dick before i go to training

you tell the driver the address of patrick's hotel, asking him to drop you off there instead. before you know it you're outside his hotel room, knocking on his door. he answers in just his boxers. "still in yesterday's clothes? you really are a slut, aren't you?"

[sanyu-thewitch05]

Yandere Superhero x Villain! Reader pt. 2

TW: Smut, inflation(stomach expansion), hyper ejaculation, hypercum, extremely large cock

Wanna buy me a coffee?: ☕

🎀🎀🎀💖💖💖💖

Ever since Krouken has changed your DNA, your relationship with him has been moving fast. You went from cuddles and fluffy actions to having a full-blown sexfest every day when your body developed enough Plutonian features like thicker skin, stronger lungs, increased libido, and stamina. You don't know if it's because of the DNA changes, but you went along with Krouken's plan of breeding the next generation of Plutonians.

"Bend over and hold your ankles," Krouken says, waking up with you.

You obey him and hold your ankles, revealing your naked pussy to your boyfriend. Krouken uses his alien dick, so swollen with cum that it's the size of a fire log, and sticks it inside your pussy. Your walls stretch from his size, and your eyes roll to the back of your head.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah!" You chant, feeling Krouken thrust into you.

"That's right, baby. Take my seed like the good mate you are," Krouken encourages, spanking your ass. "You're doing so well obeying my orders. Keep holding your ankles for a little more."

"Yes, sir," You reply, drool going down your mouth.

"Ah-ha!" You and Krouken moan as he empties his seed into you.

Thick streams of cum cover your walls, and you sigh as you orgasm. Krouken pulls out of you, and you stand up. Arousal begins in your body again, and you position Krouken's dick at your entrance. He grabs your legs, holding them near his head, and thrusts into you as you swing your body back and forth onto his crotch. 

"Oh, shit, princess, you've been such a freak these past few days," Krouken says, enjoying the new position you're in. 

You're too busy enjoying dick to notice his compliment. He spits in your open mouth, and you swallow it like a bitch in heat. Cum starts from the previous session starts to leak from your pussy, and he quickly cums in your pussy. A smile plasters your face, feeling like utter bliss.

"We're not done yet, princess. My dick is still swollen," Krouken teases, gently slapping your cheeks. "Pull out and assume any position on the bed."

He lets go of your legs, and you pull his dick out. Cum drips down your legs, mixing with the sweat. You put your body in a mating press position and wait for Krouken. He crawls onto the bed and kisses you, sucking on your tongue. Spit goes down both of your mouths as he uses his hands to scoop some of the cum from your legs back into your pussy. 

"Are you ready for me to properly breed you? This time I'll be shooting more cum into your hole," Krouken asks, feeling how wet you are. 

"Breed me, 'Ken. Fill me up with your seed," You reply, your body preparing itself for the extreme fucking.

"I'm so glad to see how enthusiastic you are about my mating rituals," Krouken comments, sticking his cock in your cum covered pussy. 

He starts slow, licking the spit off your lips. You hold your legs tighter in anticipation as his Plutonian cock gets to work. You can feel it moving back and forth like a worm as he thrusts. You can hear the sound of his cum sloshing inside your pussy, and you start to tap out from the pleasure.

"Nope, baby, you need to stay awake," Krouken says, twisting your nipples hard. 

"Yes, sir!" You squeal, wishing he'd go faster.

Krouken laughs softly and starts to move faster. Your moans become screams as your new body feels such inhuman pleasure for the first time. The bed is shaking like there's a 7.0 earthquake, and your lamp from his nightstand falls and breaks. The bed posts break, sending the mattress to the floor, causing Krouken's cock to be pushed deeper inside you. This sends you both over the edge, and Earth-shattering orgasms leave your body.

"Baby, I'm emptying out," Krouken moans, going still and holding your hands.

Krouken's sperm-swollen cock empties into your pussy, flooding it with his cum. Your stomach grows from the amount of cum, and by the time he's done, you feel like you ate a seven-course meal. Your cum mixes with his, and you let go of your legs.

"Sit up. There's one more reward," Krouken says, pulling out of you, his cock back to its normal size.

You sit up, and he pumps his cock a few more times. Gallons of cum spurt out of his cock like a tidal wave, covering you in his cum, painting your body a milky white.

"I love you, Y/N. I'm so glad you chose to be mine," Krouken coos, hugging your sticky body. 

"I'm glad, too. It's not like I could fuck any other dick after being with you. My pussy only fits your dick now," You say, kissing Krouken.

"Aw, I'm so glad you think that way. Now let's clean you up and get that cum off your body and into your pussy where it belongs," Krouken replies, picking you up and walking to the bathroom.

[brayneworms]

i'll fetch you anything you like.

featuring. aki hayakawa x gn!reader

content. MDNI, smut, riding, begging, crying, smoking, light masochism, burning (reader puts a cigarette out on aki), mild codependency, pet names (loverboy, darling), gender neutral reader, agab not mentioned, sub!aki + dom!reader, a little angst, pining, kissing, vague love confessions.

word count. 3.2k

synopsis. aki's smoking is a nasty habit, but you're certain you can get him to quit. also, aki pines.

notes. minors don’t interact. anyways how’s this for a first post ( totally normal abt aki hayakawa )

Aki Hayakawa is an orphan in every sense of the word.

Literally being the one most people associate him with, but—Aki comes to a realisation when he's maybe thirteen or fourteen that the word runs deeper than that. It's not as if your entire life is defined by your relationship with your parents, after all; even people who have ones that are alive become something other than offspring in their life. Husband, brother, uncle, father. But orphan sticks, no matter how many people you fill your life up with to replace the parents you lost. Aki thinks there is something in the word that rings of loneliness; he could father a hundred children, become grandfather to two hundred more, gain friends and a partner, and still he would be Aki Hayakawa, orphan.

Alone.

"That's a bad habit."

Aki's fingers don't pause in their ministrations, thumb pressing down on the jut of the lighter as it zips to life. The cherry of his menthol cigarette glows in the blue-dark of the office. The sky outside the thin window is pale with the gloaming, and he breathes a haze of gritty smoke over it, sullying the view.

You've made yourself at home on his desk, legs swinging leisurely. You must be cold in only his work-shirt and boxers that cling to your hips and thighs. You watch him passively, head cocked.

"One of my least dangerous ones," he intones, which is true enough for a man who has three years to live at most.

"Oh? What tops the list?"

Aki eyes you serenely. "I dunno if you've heard, but I work for this place called the Public Safety Division."

Your laughter breaks the delicate quiet like a flock of birds taking off from a tree. "Put it out. I hate the smell."

Aki's dark brows crinkle. "I'm not wasting a perfectly good cigarette. If it bothers you so much, eat it."

"Eat it? You freak."

"At least then someone's getting something out of it."

You hop from the desk, yawning. In the dim light that is starting to grow just a little brighter, Aki can see the beginnings of bruises on your throat and collarbone, vanishing in an ugly rainbow trail down to the hastily-down buttons of his work shirt. Your socked feet pad along the threadbare carpet on your way over to him, and Aki inhales deeply. Maybe if there's enough smoke in his lungs it will encourage him not to breathe; that way, he won't do that god-forsaken embarrassing thing he does when you get close. His heart stutters, and it makes his breath hitch audibly. The worst part is you seemed to be goddamn attuned to it—there seems to be little you like more than knowing you have an effect on him.

Aki doesn't stop you when your fingers come up to encircle his cigarette, brushing his as you pluck it gently from between his lips. He hates that even the smallest kiss of your skin against his still sends liquid lightning zipping through him, like he's that seventeen-year-old he was when he met you, the one full of spite and anger who hadn't been held since his mother died.

You pull the cigarette away, still lit; the butt glows red and angry between your delicate hold, gleams in the reflection of your eyes. When Aki meets them, he feels his mouth go dry; your pupils are large and black, engulfing iris, barely blinking as you look up at him.

"Bet I can make you quit," you say.

Aki snorts. "Better men than you have tried."

"Anything can be unlearned," you counter smoothly. "All bad habits go away with a little punishment."

Aki feels his heartbeat quicken, tries not to let the way that one word sets his blood alight show on his face. "Hm," he says noncommittally, but frustratingly, he doesn't think he's fooled you for a second.

Your serene smile curved into something sharp as easily as breathing. "Gimme your hand."

And Aki does, though he knows where this is going. You turn his hand over gently at the wrist, leaving it palm-up, fingers splayed in your grip. You hold him so gently it makes him shiver. Carefully, slowly—Aki thinks, giving him much time to pull away—you raise the burning end of the cigarette and plant it in the centre of his pale palm, a stinging kiss. Aki hisses, grits his teeth, but dutifully doesn't move even as his hand twitches involuntarily at the contact. Just as tears start to needle at his eyes, you twist the butt and pull away, leaving a shallow pool of grey ash, a black soot mark, and a stinging red welt like a patch of burning leaves.

His eyes are glued to the masterpiece you've made of his boring skin. The burn throbs unpleasantly, but something low and hot has come alive in his abdomen at the lingering kiss of pain. It satiates something inside him just smoking the thing could never hope to touch. He likes the futility of feeding himself his own death, sure—makes him feel like he has marginally more control over it, despite what the Curse Devil might have to say about it. This sort of pain is different; it goes straight for the gullet, and it makes it all the more sweet that it's you doing it.

A stupid, lonely part of Aki—orphan—wants to believe you're doing this because you care for him. Because you want him to live as long as possible. The grown, cynical man he supposes he's become thinks you must be just as fucked up as he is. It doesn't really matter either way; Aki's loved you for years, and he's astonished he's even gotten this far with you, and he'll take anything you deign to give him, pleasure or pain because it's all sort of the same to him anyway.

You unscrew a bottle of drinking water and hold it over your discarded blazer, soaking the lapel before pressing it to the burn. Aki grunts, eyebrows knitting up as a strange cocktail of relief and pain throbs slowly through his body. Your hands holds the wet fabric over his one, like a ribcage encasing a beating heart. Oh, Aki would let you hold his heart in your hands, and who cares what you decided to do with it? It's hardly his business; it belongs to you anyway.

He leans in to kiss you, gets close enough to brush his lips against yours and feel his pupils dilate before you turn your head, ducking. Aki feels his heart stutter anxiously as you turn your serene face up to him.

"Hate the taste," you say.

Aki frowns. "I barely smoked it for thirty seconds."

"It lingers."

Aki isn't stupid; this is part of the punishment. And the goddamn annoying part is that it's working. Even as you take his other hand to hold the soaking blazer against his burn and turn away, every fibre in his body wants to stop you. Turn you back around, pin you against the wall, swallow any complaints with his lips. He wants to make you melt against him, wants to melt himself under you in that way you always manage to do to him. He likes feeling like he doesn't have to think with you; just await whatever comes next, pain or pleasure, and he'll take it because it's you.

But Aki doesn't move. He's not a problem dog. He stands quietly and nurses his burn, tracking you with his eyes as you re-dress yourself, his shirt tucked into your slacks, tie wound through the collar, work boots laced up to the ankle.

"I gotta run home and shower," you say, tugging your blazer on. "I'll see you back here in, like, an hour."

Aki nods. "Okay."

The grin you flash him is little more than poisonous; it makes it heart skip a beat. "How's your burn?"

He swallows around a dry throat, holding your stare with a touch of timidity. "What burn?"

Delight shivers over your expression like wind ruffling a field of grass, and you stride the length of the cramped office and kiss him. Aki grunts, rendered thoughtless the moment your mouth touches his, your hands in his collar and his hair; his hands go slack, blazer fluttering to the ground, and the welt on his palm stings horribly when his hands come up to latch around your shoulders and neck. He pulls you closer, a little frantic, and he has barely a moment to reflect on how worrying it is that he's this desperate for your touch after being denied only once, but before he can think to dwell on it you're parting your lips and he's tugged your body flush against his own. He's so close he could drown in you. For a moment, he wants to.

Far too soon, you pull away. You're delighted. "Good," you murmur, and he hates how his heart leaps into his throat. "You're so good, Aki."

His face is on fire. "I'm not a dog," he manages.

"Sure you are," you say matter-of-factly. "And I'm Pavlov. I'll break that nasty habit of yours if it's the last thing I do. Give you something else to focus on. Okay?"

Aki licks his dry lips. "You can try," he says hoarsely, hoping it doesn't sound as much like an invitation as he thinks it does. The impish smile you give him implies he's shit out of luck.

Aki is in hell.

He knows this, because every time the two of you have hooked up since your little conversation in his office, he hasn't been allowed to kiss you if you detect even a whiff of smoke on his breath. It's killing him a little, to be honest. Fucking without kissing just feels wrong. It makes him forget it's you, sometimes, his vision of you sliding out of focus 'till you could be just anyone. And Aki doesn't fuck just anyone. He fucks people he loves.

He loves you. But he can't have you. And he can't even kiss you so he can pretend he has you, if only for a minute. It's just fucking, a tumble of sweating limbs and gasps and grunts, of a thrilling cocktail of pleasure and pain and almost-confessions bitten back at the last second, hidden in the crook of your neck.

Your shitty wooden headboard creaks into the shitty thin bedroom wall, and Aki spends a moment in lucidity to send a silent apology to your neighbours. One arm braces against the wood, flexing with every fast jerk of his hips, and you're under him, eyes clenched shut and meeting his thrusts in a way that has Aki wondering why anyone could think being on top had to mean being in control. He's oiled to your machine, matching the rhythm of your hips and trying not to drown as your back arches up from the sweat-damp sheets, stomach curving into his, one arm holding fast around his neck.

You feel so good he could cry. Not that that would be an irregular occurrence, or anything—he'd practically sobbed the first time you fucked, and back then you'd been all fluttering concern, stopping even though he tried to sputter please, Christ, don't stop, I'll die if you stop, please. He supposes you're kind, in your own way. You'd stroked away his tears and kissed his damp face.

"Aki," you groan, bringing him forcefully back to the present; his dark bangs dangle in his eyes as he looks down at you, mouth agape and head cloudy. "Wh-what's got you so wound up?"

As if you don't know. Aki grits his teeth.

Your hand makes patterns on the damp nape of his neck as his rolling hips slow, as he breathes deep to try and regain a semblance of his dignity. "Loverboooy," you croon up at him, your free hand gripping at the junction between his hip and thigh. Aki grimaces; he hates that nickname. "Talk to me."

Aki glares at you. "You know—I want—you know. St-stop it."

He whimpers somewhere high in his throat as your body tightens around him, free hand coming up to scrub down his face. "D-don't!"

"Sorry, sorry," you laugh. "I'm sorry. Why don't you tell me what you want? Maybe I'm feeling nice."

It feels like a trap, like luring his feelings into the light just to snap a bear trap over them. But Aki wants, he yearns so deeply and desperately that he's just about willing to risk it. "Want to kiss you."

Your eyes gleam. "Do you?" you ask, as if this is news to you.

His arms shake. "Please."

God, he's pathetic. He's so used to being in control, to tailoring every facet of his life meticulously, grooming and tidying and cleaning. He knows the exact amount of calories he should eat per day. He puts his shoes on a rack so he never tracks mud onto the tatami mats. His shower utensils are organised in the order he uses them—shampoo, conditioner, face-wash, scented gel. He likes being in control. He thinks, anyway. You make him reevaluate. You make him reevaluate an awful lot.

You toss your head back against the pillows; you have the audacity to laugh. "Saw you smoking earlier," you tell him, and Aki's stomach goes cold. "Mm... full pack, too. A new one? When'd you buy that."

"Th-that was hours ago." And it's true; when Aki learns you're coming over, he puts his cigarettes in a locked draw and puts the key somewhere difficult to reach. "It won't still taste. I've eaten. I brushed my teeth."

That's just good manners.

"It's the principle of the thing, loverboy," you say, and your hand comes up to his chest and rolls him over. Aki gapes, whining at the loss of contact only to choke on his own voice as you sling a leg over his hips and slide him back into you. Your nails scrape red railroads down the pale skin of his sternum at the stretch, and Aki watches, mesmerised as you start to move, the flex of the muscles in your thighs, the vein bulging in your throat as you toss your head back. He wants to be all over you, a hand on your neck feeling your pulse go berserk for him, his teeth in your skin as proof he was there, nose buried in your hair, dirty and rough and the exact opposite of the way he usually wants you. That is—soft and kind, romantic, slow and heady as syrup.

He wants kisses that taste like tears, whispered confessions into bedsheets. He wants, painfully, the constant assurance he can never ask for. I love you. I love you. Oh, Aki, I love you.

"Kiss me," he gasps instead, writhing against the bedsheets, head thrown back at the brutal pace you set him. He's so close, teeth gritting and muscles locking up but without a kiss it feels cold and incomplete. "Please, please, kiss me, please—"

"You're a brat, Aki," you hiss, and Aki's heart twitches in his chest; he can hear his pulse in his skull. "You ignore the one rule I gave you, and you still think you get to ask for what you want?"

"It's a bullshit rule," he snaps. "I—I can't just, hah, I can't j-just turn it, off, oh, fuck—"

"You okay?" you ask in a fleeting moment of mercy. Aki's eyebrows knit up. "Am I—is it too much?"

Aki shakes his head. "I'm okay," he mumbles pitifully. "I'm close."

"I know, darling," you murmur. "It's okay. I'm gonna give you what you want. And you're gonna give me what I want. Deal?"

"I—I..." Aki chews the inside of his cheek till copper floods his mouth. "I'll try? I'll try, I swear."

You still for a moment. "You mean that?"

Aki nods frantically. "Yes, I—if that's what you want, anything, anything you want, please..."

The beam that breaks out on your face is a million watts. "Aki," you breathe, and finally you lean forward 'till your chest brushes his. Aki can't breathe, transfixed by every swoop of your eyelash and chap in your lip as you lean close. When you speak, you're so close that your lips brush his, and he has to keep every muscle taut to stop himself leaning forward and closing the gap. "Aki, I want you to live a long, happy life. You get that, right? Why I'm doing this?"

He feels his stomach flip, can barely comprehend the words through his dazed mind. His glazed eyes follow you, thunderstruck. "What—what d'you mean?"

"I care about you," you murmur. "I want you to live as long as possible. Want you to stick around with me."

With you? It's a wonder his heart doesn't explode. For a fleeting moment, there exists a future beyond the Gun Fiend, beyond Denji and Power and Nyako, one where he can love you freely. Tears needle at his eyes. It all seems so impossible.

Aki forgets himself, surges up to capture your mouth, but you turn at the last second, planting a kiss to his cheek before focusing on his jaw, his ear, capturing the lobe between your teeth and sucking gently as your hips resume their rhythm. You're faster now, gasping for breath, Aki's hands sliding over the skin of your hips and torso for a lifeline. You tongue at the cords in his neck, the shell of his ear and the sensitive divot just underneath till he's squirming.

Your hands are everywhere—scraping nails across his twitching abdomen, running up the valley between his pecs, tweaking a nipple and pulling. And Aki groans and gasps, every hint of pain from your lovely hands sending him rocketing closer towards the edge. Tears bead at his lashline.

"'M close," he gasps again.

"That's okay, loverboy," you say sweetly, words buzzing against the skin of his throat, and Aki shudders, arching impossibly closer to you. He can feel every nerve in his body sawed open and set alight, impossibly sensitive, boiling with love, and as he comes he buries his face into the crook of your neck with a hoarse cry. Two lone tears streak down his flushed cheeks.

You're not far behind, and Aki wouldn't dream of pulling out, so he squirms and gasps and whines with the prickling of overstimulation as you chase your own high. "Sorry—fuck—you okay?"

"I'm, I'm good," Aki whines. He cracks one steely blue eye open. It stands out against his red skin; he's so flushed as to look sunburnt.

"'M almost, fuck, almost there. Hang on for me?"

Aki raises shaking hands to grip your hips in answer. You laugh between pants, baring down at him.

"That's my boy."

You don't kiss him when you finish, but it's alright. You flop down beside him, taking in deep lungfuls of air, nuzzling your lips to the salt-sweat cooling on his chest. Usually, round about now, Aki would roll to reach his bedside cabinet where his open pack of cigs lay in wait. The lighter is right beside him, open and tempting. He can almost hear the flick of it, the zip of the flame bursting to life, the sizzle of the cherry scorching beneath that controlled flame. The grit of smoke in his mouth and down his throat, emptying his lungs of fresh air.

The pack goes untouched. Aki winds an arm around your shoulders and holds you close, your cheek against his thudding heart.

You don’t kiss him, but it’s alright.

Aki’s not a problem dog.

He's going to earn it.

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[mualanishusband]

Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy

Pairing: Boothill x Reader

Warnings: Afab reader, lost bet, cunnilingus, missionary to cowgirl, unprotected sex, creampie, size difference

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you had made a bet with your boyfriend before he had gone to a duel. the exact words were: "Boothill, if you win this duel, i'll do whatever you say for the rest of the day, but if you lose you do what i say." He had happily agreed, knowing he'd win. and that's exactly what happened.

currently, you were standing in the lobby, knowing you were going to regret your words. you felt him saunter up behind you, pulling you flush against his chest. the cold metal made you shiver, and you looked up at him.

he had a smile on his face, looking awfully smug, "i do believe i won, darlin', and i'm ready to collect my prize" his smile grew as he watched you blush.

you cleared your throat, looking back at the floor, "ahah... that's right- i suppose we'll be heading back to our room then?"

he nodded, suddenly throwing you over his shoulder. setting an arm over your legs, and ignoring your protests, he carried you to where you were both staying.

"Boothill- put me down-" you squirmed, trying to get free.

the robot chuckled, swinging you up off his shoulder and onto the bed, hearing you let out an exasperated huff, " you said to put you down, so i did. but i'm the one who's still callin' the shots, pretty thing."

you grumbled, wondering what he'd ask you to do, and it wasn't long before you had your answer.

"now. since i can ask ya to do anything, how about we have some fun?" he leaned over you, gesturing to your clothes.

you blush even more, but nod, taking your shirt off, then your pants. you sat bare among the rumpled blankets, could feel him staring up and down your body, taking you in.

"no time like now to get to the main course" he pushed you gently onto your back, spreading your legs. getting closer to your already dripping wet pussy, he stuck his tongue out and dragged a slow line up. it ended at your clit, to which he sucked on a bit, causing you to gasp and moan, he moved back down, starting to eat you out.

your hands go to his hair, getting tangled in it and holding him there, "o-oh aeons~"

hearing and feeling your response to him, he stuck his tongue deeper, driving you closer to an orgasm.

you gasp a a final time, moaning out his name as you came, "ah-! boothill~!"

he reached up and grabbed your thigh, giving it a light squeeze while he lapped all your juices up. once he was done, he sat up, undiong the belt on his pants, "alrigh', sweetheart, ya ready?"

you nod as you watch him free his cock, rubbing it against your folds, knowing your slick would make it easier to pump into you. he finally slides into you, to which you moan, feeling so full.

"mm... lookit you, coming undone around me, i love it" he began to thrust in and out, steadily picking up pace.

you cling to him as best as you can, trying to get closer, but he only chuckles, pushing you back down. you suddenly feel him speed up, making your back arch, knowing you were close.

boothill obviously noticed, just as suddenly pulling out, you whining in protest "don't worry sugar, you'll like what happens next"

he picks you up, shifting so you were sitting on top of him, then setting his hat on you, "now ride, darlin' "

you nod, sitting on his dick again, starting to bounce. as you do, you release a string of moans with his name mixed in.

he put a hand where he could see a bulge on your stomach from piercing yourself on his length. "so beautiful, yeah?"

you nod, before releasing a whine and finally reaching your second orgasm. he gripped your hips after he felt your pace stutter. lifting you himself, and and down. he soon reached his own orgasm, plunging into you with a grin.

"take it all, sugar~" he released inside you, watching as the mix of both of you leaked out.

once he had finished, he pulled out, laying you down. he placed a kiss on your cheek, pulling a blanket over you "ya did well, sweetheart, get some rest"

you nod, not too long after falling asleep

[sweetnans]

This is a new field for me I hope you like it. (Not proofread)

...

"You're hurting me. You're hurting me. You're hurting me!"

"Don't move"

A little Noya and a little you were playing hide and seek in the park when you stumbled upon a giant piece of wood and a splinter got stuck in the middle of the palm of your hand.

Nishinoya, your best friend sat you on one of the swings and took your hand to analyze how deep the splinter was.

"Don't, don't, that hurts -" you winced through the pain.

"I didn't even touch you!"

You were squirming under his touch, and Noya was worried and losing his patience.

You closed your eyes to prevent the crying from falling. Noya took a look of your face and shook his head.

"I'm going to have to take you to the hospital"

You opened your eyes in an instant. The waterfall of tears streaming down your face.

"What?" You murmured shocked.

Now you were scared.

"I'll take you in my bike"

You were barely ten years old, and he was more than ready to be your hero. You followed him to the entrance of the park where he had his bike on the sidewalk.

"Noya, I'm scared," you said, containing the sobs.

You've never seen him so serious in your life, and he was acting like you were about to die, so it freaked you out even more.

He needed to calm you down before he broke in tears too.

"If you stay still, I think I can take it off." he grabbed your good hand, giving you the necessary amount of reassurance.

You nodded, and he took you by the sidewalk.

"Here, sit,"' he guided you until you were sat on the verge. "Open your legs, wide"

You did what he said, and then he sat in between your legs, giving you the view of his back.

"Give me your hand"

You passed your hand under his arm, and he took it carefully.

"Now, lay your head on my back and close your eyes, l'lI count to three, ready?" He was acting quiet so unlike him.

You nodded against his back and closed your eyes firmly until you saw colorful stars in a black background.

"Done!" He said euphoric, going back to his usual self. You didn't even flinch from the pain. "Do you want to keep it? It's very big, " he said, holding the tiny splinter between his index and his thumb.

...

"Stay still, Yuu!"

You were now in the gym. Noya was in front of you sitting on a bench moving like he was a fish out of the ocean.

"I'm totally fine. Let me go back so I can play, " He said, eager to escape your grip.

"Your chin is fucking open in two you dumbass" you grabbed him by his shoulder to examine the injury. "How many times have I told you not to play libero in the field"

Ten minutes ago, he was playing with Tanaka and Hinata on the side of the football field. He threw himself to catch the ball but ended up with his head against the grass and his chin torn by a spiky rock

You were at the gym, talking with Kiyoko and Yachi when a crying Hinata appeared out of nothing pointing out in the direction of the football field.

With the help of Tanaka, you took him inside of the gym to check him out. It was too late to go to the nursery, and you were actually worried that he might need stitches.

"I wasn't playing libero, I am the libero," he stated triumphantly with a big smile that made him wince in pain.

You rolled your eyes and shook your head.

"We are going home, I need to look at that properly so we can make a decision." You grabbed your backpack and started searching for tissues.

"I'm not going anywhere. I need to keep improving my game!" He whined like a little kid, gaining a few muffled laughs from the team.

"Tell me where are your things and put this under your chin, press harder," you said, ignoring him and pressing the tissue in his chin while grabbing his hand for him to do it.

"I'm going to stay here!" He standed enthusiastically and quickly took a seat again. The dizziness and a stinging pain in his head taking over his body.

"Are you out of your mind? Your chin is dripping blood. You're going to make a mess of the court, and then someone else is going to get hurt"

"You don't know that," he said with a knowing-it- all voice that riled you up.

Oh my god, your patience was wearing thin

"You're right I don't know, but what I do know is that you will end up making a trail of blood and someone else would be the one cleaning it because I know you Nishinoya Yuu, I know you'll be the first to run out of the mess you've caused" you scolded him and he shrugged in defeat.

You were getting mad, and even though you've been friends since little kids and he'd known every facet of you, he had his fears, and one of them was you hitting your limit

"Here," Asahi said, giving you Noya's bag and his shoes.

"Thanks." You put it on your shoulder, balancing your own things with his things. "Say bye to your friends, Noya."

You waved them goodbye and waited for him outside while he painfully made the walk of shame out of the gym with one hand saying bye and the other stapled in his chin.

After a minute since you two left. Everyone dared to breathe again.

"That was kinda fun, I mean, if we forget about Noya's face covered in blood," Tanaka said, breaking the tension. "I like how she is with him"

"She has him walking like a dog," Tsukkishima said boldly and stoic, looking at the door.

"That's good for him, don't you think?" Suga said, nodding and glancing to the others who were also nodding in agreement while saying yeah

[disneyprincemuke]

god bless america

alternatively: our love language is making fun of you

in which it's everyone's favourite american's birthday and they can't help but take the piss out of him

(series masterlist)

the wind is knocked out from his chest as something lands on logan's back. he slowly opens his eyes, face still nuzzled into the pillow with his hands tucked under and the blanket pulled up to cover half his back.

"good morning, birthday boy!" she beams, her face sliding into his vision. "oscar and i have got a surprise for you downstairs."

"babe, just stay in bed with me," he says, voice raspy as he turns to wrap an arm around her waist. she squeaks when he yanks her under the blankets with him, pulling her into his chest.

"but babe, we were up all night thinking of how to celebrate your birthday so far from home," she whines, giggling as she scrambles to turn around and face him. she puts a hand on his chest and looks up, holding the blanket away from her face. "happy birthday, lo."

a sweet smile stretches his lips as his eyes adjust to the bright lights that shine into the room. "thank you. that's how many birthdays together?"

"nine as friends, and that's three as my trophy boyfriend," she teases, scooting to get closer to him.

"ah, your trophy boyfriend!" logan laughs, squeezing her waist as he yanks her into his body. he presses a kiss to her cheek, letting it linger before he pulls away. "i like the sound of that. don't forget to credit me when you win a championship, okay?"

"cute." she pulls her head back. "but, seriously. we spent all sunrise preparing something for you downstairs. i even got you a surprise."

"you put in the effort to prepare something for me, babe?"

"of course!" she beams, pulling the blankets down to sit up. she puts a hand on his chest and tilts her head. "i promise we can stay in bed all night. but right now, oscar and lily are waiting downstairs for us."

"yep, and the longer you stay inside the room, the more suspicious this gets!" they hear oscar shout from the other side of the door, followed by loud footsteps running down the stairs.

logan smiles up at her, rolling his eyes at what their best friend's just said to them. "okay, fine, i'll get up," he sighs. "but only because i love you. and i know that he won't shut up if i don't go downstairs right now."

"yeah," she hums with a small smile, puckering her lips to ask for a kiss. so he puckers his lips and leans into his girlfriend for a chaste kiss.

until she jumps into his lap, grabbing both of his cheeks and catching his lips between hers. he giggles against her lips, his hands coming up to grab her waist as she places her legs on either side of his hips.

"oscar's waiting for us," logan whispers, pulling away to take a quick breath. but he doesn't initiate breaking up their intimate moment, diving back down for another kiss.

"i know," she whispers. "but i couldn't help myself. it's your birthday."

"we should really go before oscar kicks that door down," logan smiles, hanging his legs from the edge of the bed. he keeps a protective hand on her lower back, smiling up at her.

she throws her head back and slowly climbs off his body. "alright, fine. but i'm not done with you yet, alright?"

she jabs a finger into his chest, smiling as she hops to the other side of the room. she grabs a shirt from logan's opened suitcase in the corner and tosses it at him. "i love you."

he smiles, bending down again to press a chaste kiss to her lips. "i love you too."

he pulls the shirt over his head and beams at her. "okay, let's go."

he grabs her hand before he reaches for the door, swinging it open and intertwining their fingers before he starts to make his way down the stairs.

"oh, look who decided to stop sucking faces and finally came to greet his friends for his birthday!" oscar exclaims sarcastically, arms folded on the table he's leaning on with a small grin. "happy birthday, mate!"

"happy birthday," lily greets softly with a small smile.

logan has to physically restrain himself from rolling his eyes at the sight of oscar's kitchen. there's a flag of the united states hanging right over the piastri family portrait they've got hung in the hallway leading up to the kitchen, an eagle helium balloon tied down to the chair and his picture badly photoshopped against a flag with a kilometre joke.

he drops her hand and he takes a step away from her. "are you kidding me?"

"you don't like it?" she frowns, looking up at him with innocent bright eyes.

logan's frown slowly grows into a smile that he can no longer bite back. a giggle erupts from his throat and a hand comes up to cover his mouth. "you guys can't be serious even if my life depended on it."

"i tried to fight them against this idea, trust me," lily sighs, running a hand through her hair tiredly as she looks around the ridiculously decorated kitchen. "but i did have the pleasure of making you breakfast. so best believe that's at least not done with the intention of making fun of you for being an american. i did it because i value the fact that you were brought into this world on new year's eve."

"hey, you know i love how american you are," she teases, poking his shoulder. she swiftly lifts his arm and wraps it around her shoulder, slinging an arm around his waist. "even if it's kinda weird sometimes - you really did make it your personality when we were racing with prema."

"you guys are just hating because you don't like the countries you're from," logan scoffs, wrapping another arm around his girlfriend.

"there's not much to like about my country," she shrugs, resting her head on logan. "no, but you have to see the cake!"

"if it's got an america joke on it," logan sighs, shaking his head and he takes a step forward.

at the same time, oscar's nudging the cake towards the side logan is standing on. "who are you, the america joke police?" oscar scoffs. "we spent a really long time thinking about this! come on!"

"i really did try to stop them," lily sighs.

"aw, the date format's seriously not even my fault," he whines, throwing his arms into the air. "but at least it makes for a good date, right? 123123!"

she presses her lips together. "sure, logan! and lily made hamburgers for breakfast. the american way."

"there's an american way to cook hamburgers?" logan raises an eyebrow.

"the way you typically prefer your hamburgers," lily mutters. "we just call it the american way amongst ourselves to poke fun at you."

"i really feel like today is going to be a great day," logan smiles.

"you bet. we're taking you fishing, mate!" oscar cheers.

logan looks at his girlfriend with a teasing smile. "oh, you're joining me for fishing, babe? really?"

"don't push it. i'm only coming along because i'm afraid that the voices in my head will win when i see that one bird oscar was talking about the other day," she presses her lips together. she looks at oscar curiously. "i really think i could take one of them."

"a cassowary?" oscar snorts. "yeah, good luck, mate. i'll see you in hell."

she looks at logan. "i look like i could take one of them, right?"

logan shrugs. "really? that’s what you wanna do my birthday? you wanna fight?"

“yeah, okay,” she shrugs, dropping her arms. “happy birthday, and god bless america!”

kidy/n

🎵 all time low - if these sheets were the states

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kidy/n do u guys know what logan and nice guys have in common?

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user1 NOT HER USING A SCREENSHOT OF HIM IN THE GRASS DURING HIS ZANDVOORT CRASH

user2 idk it was kinda iconic of her

user3 idk how to feel about this one chief

oscarpiastri interesting choice of pictures

alex_albon wow thats logan through the years

kidy/n glow up or glow down, be honest

alex_albon glow DOWN because i need him to have that flag on his suit again for research purposes

kidy/n u heard him williamsracing

williamsracing on it boss kidy/n

maxverstappen1 wasn’t expecting to see me but alright, happy birthday logan i guess

user4 YES GOD BLESS AMERICAAAA

user5 HARD LAUNCH WHENNN HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOGAN 🦅🦅🦅

logansargeant i rly wanna know what went thru ur mind when u were picking what to include in this birthday shoutout?

kidy/n ur best pictures of course 💙

logansargeant wrong, try again

logansargeant also, what do i have in common with nice guys?

kidy/n they finish last 🤝

kidy/n happy new year’s eve everyone!

user4 WAIT Y/N HUH

oscarpiastri personally i wouldnt take that

andrettiracing we’re bulk ordering a bunch of aloe vera

user5 WAAAAIT THERES NO WAY SHE SAID THAT ABOUT HER OWN BEST FRIEND LMFAOOO

logansargeant i’m blocking you

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Drabble Roulette: Matt Murdock - Flowershop AU

Hey hey! This weekend (July 6 -7) I’m going to be playing drabble roulette! I’ve curated a list of characters, tropes, AUs, and kinks and I’m spinning the wheel! Hopefully I can do this once a month as a little writing exercise.

Character: Matt Murdock

Warnings: this drabble includes no blatant triggers. Please mind these warnings and take care.

Explicit, 18+.

You tend to tune the world out. Literally. Your overear headphones block out the noise of the street, not that there's very much going. It's early.  

You prefer to open. The atmosphere is placid and you can do things at your own pace. The shop owner turns up on time anyhow, often carried away at some thrift shop or estate sale. Zuzana is kind but a bit flighty. Besides, you won't complain for as long as you get a check. 

It isn't until you feel the change beneath your soles that you realise something’s amiss. You look up at the store window, the middle pane gone but for a few shards left in the frame. On the pavement are the remnants. 

You look down, careful as you step off the pile. Any of the jagged pieces could easily slice through your flats.  Your mind goes blank as your usual routine lays in ruin with the shop window. 

You stand and stare. A tapping slowly tapers up behind you. You ignore it, too concerned with the window. What are you going to tell Zuzana?  

Well, what exactly happened? Why did the culprit smash the store front? A robbery? Or vandalism? Are they still inside? 

"You should watch your step," a familiar voice girds as a shard is bounced against the brick.  

You turn to face Matt. He's a regular. He still his cane, holding it straight to the ground as he cranes his head behind his dark glasses, as if he can actually see the shattered window. 

"Someone had quite the night," he says. 

"Um, yeah..." you murmur. 

He's a regular. You suspect he comes in for the conversation more than the flowers. He's always friendly.  

"I should check inside," you utter. 

"No, you should stay out here," he grips his can and swings it back forth, "let me have a look..." he clucks, "you know what I mean." 

You don't know if it's a joke or a misnomer. He grins and it eases the tension.  

"Matt, you can't--" 

"Why? I'm blind, not weak." 

"I didn't--" 

"Give me your keys," he holds his hand out, "I'm good at finding things in the dark. Trust me." 

You sigh and fish in your bag. You hand over the keyring and he moves forward. He's braver than you. The thought of going inside makes you nervous but he doesn't hesitate. 

"Be careful," you call after him. 

He chuckles. He's entirely unbothered. You wait as he unlocks the door and taps inside. You hold your breath, inching closer. You hear more broken glass. 

The tension wraps around your throat. You yelp as Matt appears in the broken window. His head moves back and forth and he holds something up. 

"Do you know what this is?" He asks, extending his arm. 

You step around the glass and take the paper. You turn it one way then the other before you unfold it. There's jagged writing on the inside but the most startling part is your name. 

"Is it a receipt? It was on the counter. With this." 

He holds out a stuffed pink rabbit. You stare at it. You have a collection of rabbit figurines at home. It started as a child, a fan of Peter Rabbit and his friends.  

You look at the letter again. 

"What is it?" He asks. 

"There's no signature in the letter," you say numbly. "But it has my name on it." 

He's silent. He brings the toy back to feel the floppy ears. He hums. 

"Secret admirer?" He wonders.  

"I... don't know," you murmur. 

"Worse, considering," he raises the end of his cane to poke the empty window frame, "I'll stay while you call the cops. Whoever it is, I think they might come back." 

[goldenamaranthe-blog]

Street Rat: Chaggie - Aladdin AU

STOP! THIEF!

Vaggie: *running theough the streets of Pride with a small mob on her tail, hood drawn, and mask up* Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

Mobster Boss: I'm gonna sheer your clit off for stealing from me, you little cunt!

Vaggie: Oh, so I have time then! You'd have to find the fucking thing first! *scales the nearest building easily and starts running along rooftops*

Mobster Boss: Don't just fucking stand there! Get her!

Goons: *scramble to find a way up to the roof*

Vaggie: And like that, I'm in the clear- WHOA!!!! *dodges a swinging hammer aimed at her head and speeds the other direction* Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

Goon 1: She's over here!

Vaggie: *parkour jumps onto the next building and starts shuffling down the wall when a hand reaches out and pulls her inside* Shit!

Angel: For fuck sakes, Vags! Get in here!

Goons: *look down to the alley below* Where'd she go?! Where'd she go?!

Goon 2: Uh.... that way! *starts running the opposite direction with the rest following*

Vaggie: *exhales heavily* Thanks, Angel.

Angel: Psh! Don't thank me. Thank the girls for letting me hold you in here.

Vaggie: *eye widens and she looks around the room at all the girls in various stages of undress with a blush* Uhhh..... Hello, ladies. Um... thank you for letting Angel help me out.

Girls: *huff and go about their business*

Angel: Yeah, they're not a fan of broke ass bitches and bastards.

Vaggie: I can see that.... Oh, by the way. Here. *plops a wad of Hellbucks into Angel's hand* That should cover the rest of what I owe you.

Angel: Daaaaaaamn, Vagina. You really risked your neck for this haul, didn't you?

Vaggie: Vaggie... *shrugs* Better in the hands of those who need it instead of some greedy mob boss who just uses it as a spicy fleshlight.

Angel: *thumbs through the wad of cash with a smirk* Awwww, yeah. Gotta love musky money~ Well, thanks for the "donation"! So, what other trouble are ya getting into these days, Vagina?

Vaggie: For fuck sakes, it's Vaggie and you know it.... and that's fucking disgusting. I'm just trying to stay alive on the streets. You know that.

Angel: Well, there's a big festival going on in the middle of town today! Lots of schmucks with loose change for easy pickins if you catch my drift.~

Vaggie: ....What's the festival for?

Angel: Eh. Some prince or something coming to try and sway the Princess into marrying him. Doubt it's gonna work.

Vaggie: *scoffs with a snort* Not if those demon goats have anything to say about it.

Meanwhile:

Charlie: I am NOT meeting with Prince Seviathan!

Lucifer: *sweating* Come on, sweetie. Just talk to him a little. He traveled all the way from Envy to see you.

Charlie: *huffs and crosses her arms* How could you expect me to even consider him as a possible suitor when he's such an arrogant idiot! He's a jerk to literally everyone, Dad!

Lucifer: Oh, I'm sure he's gotten better since his early teens, baby.

*trumpets herald Seviathan's approach*

Lucifer: Just..... try to talk to him. *glances at Razzle and Dazzle* And YOU TWO be on your best behavior!

Razzle & Dazzle: *hooves tuck behind their backs as they sit up at attention* Baaa!/Baaap!

Lucifer: Good! *sighs* I'll be downstairs to greet him. *leaves*

Charlie: *arms still crossed* ......You two didn't actually agree to that, right?

Razzle & Dazzle: *hold up one hoof each that has their toes crossed*

Charlie: Good boys!