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suprsaturatd · 1 year ago
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Yeah I sew! Yeah I'm a crust punk! What about it????
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pi-crust · 3 months ago
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+.+Different Directions+.+
-an Osamu Miya x Y/N college AU story in which . . .
Your dad is always setting you up on dates with the boys in the sports matches he commentates on at your college. You've yet to find a match, but the server you always get at the table reserved for your dates may have exactly what you're looking for. Do both your paths lead in the same direction, or will you be sentenced to bad blind dates for the rest of your life?
Sfw!!! Little fluff, little angst. All the love.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> + . + <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
Masterlist!
Chapter One: Love of Your Life
Chapter Two: Le Sea A La Sirene
Chapter Three: Something Sweet
Chapter Four: Funny Seeing You Here
Chapter Five: The Portfolio
Chapter Six: Open and Close
Chapter Seven: Distraction
Chapter Eight: We'll Meet on the Other Side
Chapter Nine: Dreams Collide
Chapter Ten: Withstanding the Test of Time
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honetii · 1 year ago
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I'm like super normal and not unhinged in the slightest (I spent 3 days formatting, printing, and binding a niche internet story about sci fi football into a 280 page physical book)
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proxycrit · 10 months ago
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I made another one. Sorry guys.
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mintaikk · 11 months ago
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"The one thing that melts his crusty old heart"?
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I BEG TO DIFFER
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persicipen · 3 months ago
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₊ ˙ ⊹ .
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daftpatience · 7 months ago
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hatsune mih tzu
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teaboot · 8 months ago
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Please pray for my son.
There's nothing wrong with him, he just looks like a muppet
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seventeenpins · 3 months ago
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pairing: worst!Logan x neighbor!reader word count: 3k summary: You catch Logan with your stolen panties. content/warnings: pervy old man Logan, panty sniffing, masturbation with panties, mutual masturbation, a whole lot of fantasizing, kinda sub!Logan a/n: Still deep in the trenches here, folks. The Logan brainrot has gotten out of hand. Thank you to @ozarkthedog for making me worse ilu 😘
Logan was a bad man. He knew that. Had spent years knowing that.
Sure, he’d saved this universe, but he still had his demons.
The first time he’d crossed paths with you, you’d knocked him out. You’re a pretty little thing, all sweet and soft. There’s no way you’d ever want a man like him, all anger and failure, grey in his hair, face lined with time and exhaustion.
But you were kind, and charming. Made him smile every time you saw him in the halls or in the laundry room.
He shouldn’t. He knows he shouldn’t. But when he sees you in your leggings and a tight little top, every curve on display, he just can’t help it. He can't tear his eyes away.
Your ass jiggles as you’re bent over the washer, tossing your dirty laundry in the machine haphazardly, and you don’t notice when you drop a lacy pair of panties.
He should tell you. He should really tell you. 
Instead, though, he moves closer to you. Makes up some lie about this machine having been on the fritz. Gives the washer a little smack, the metal of the machine twanging against the metal of his bones.
And, as you thank him and turn back, he snatches up your lacy panties and slips them into his pocket. 
“You have a good day, now, sweetheart,” he tells you, and you turn to face him, a bright smile on your face.
”You too, Logan! I’ll see you round.”
He makes a quick exit, cock already hardening, panties burning a hole in his pocket.
When he gets back to the apartment, he slams the door behind him hard enough to shake the doorframe. He slips into the bathroom, away (hopefully) from the prying ears of Wade and Al, double checking to make sure he has the lock latched securely. He thinks they’re out. He hopes they’re out. If they’re not out, they’d better not say shit if they hear him.
With a quick tug, he unbuckles his belt and unzips his jeans, letting his cock spring free from its confines. He slips the panties from his pocket and sighs. They’re barely more than a glorified shred of lace. He holds them up, examines them. Do you wear this style every day, a little thong like this, or is it only for special occasions? Maybe you were wearing them for someone else, some little boyfriend?
The thought enrages him. He knows it’s unfair, that your life is none of his business. Maybe you are dating someone. That’s fine. You’re young and pretty and deserve someone good. Someone better than a man like him.
But fuck he would take care of you right. Wouldn’t stop till you were shaking and crying, utterly fucked out and satisfied, covered in sweat, the slick of your release all over both of you.
With that thought, he brings the panties to his face.
He takes a deep sniff and groans.
He could smell them already, smell you, but it was different from a distance. With your panties in his face, he breathes deep, tries to take you in, all you, only you.
It’s dizzying, the scent of you. The smell of your pussy is intoxicating and he wants so much more. He darts his tongue out, licking at the crusty gusset. He groans as he tastes you. The panties had been worn days ago, but as he sucks at them, he makes them wet again, slippery.
He fists himself with one hand, painfully hard to the point he’s dripping, and with the other, holds your underwear up to his mouth, soaking the fabric.
Then, he wraps the wet panties around his cock and starts jerking himself off.
God, he hopes no one’s home. He tries to quiet the sounds coming out of him, but he simply can’t. The feeling of your panties choking his dick is incredible, even better than he’d hoped when he nabbed them. His breaths are coming out in pants and growls, and he feels more like an animal than he has in a long, long time.
“Fuck-” he grits, imagining all the things he’d like to do to you. He wants to taste you, straight from the source. Spread your pretty little pussy and spit, mixing saliva with your arousal. He wants to fold you over, shove your face into the pillow and ass in the air, all for him to smack and grope at. Spread your cheeks and thumb your asshole. Maybe you’ve never taken a cock in the ass before, maybe he can be your first.
His mind swims with every filthy thought he’s ever had about you. He wants, he wants, he wants—
He wants to bite down on your inner thighs, leave bruises on that soft, soft skin. Plunge three fingers into your glistening pussy and take.
Logan can still taste you on his lips. 
It’s with that thought, and one more slick tug, and he’s spilling into your panties.
There’s a lot. More than he would’ve expected. He keeps coming, the jerk of his hips punctuated with heavy breaths and growls, sweat dripping down his temples and brain blissfully blank from his exertions.
Fuck.
The post nut clarity starts to hit, slowly at first and then all at once.
FUCK.
He should not have done that. 
Stealing your panties? Really? God, he really was just a perverted old man. You could never know, he’d have to find a way to slip them back in your hamper the next time you met doing laundry.
And despite that, despite the shame and guilt and absolute self loathing, he brings the wadded ball of panties to his mouth and licks one last tentative time, tasting both of you together on the flimsy lace.
It tastes like heaven.
Gingerly, he tucks his dick back into his jeans. Glances at himself in the mirror, and fusses a little, straightening out his disheveled appearance.
After one more look over himself, ruined panties balled up in his hand, he unlocks the bathroom door and steps out. 
He exclaims when he sees you, smile on your face, reclined on the sofa next to Wade. Fuck these fucking walls had better be soundproof. FUCK.
”Peanut,” Wade sing-songs, “We have company! This little morsel from down the hall was just telling me how she’d run into you earlier today. She brought us some muffins.”
He puts undue emphasis on muffin in a way that makes Logan blush, just a little.
”Just had some bananas that were past their prime and I made too many. After I saw you earlier I thought I should drop some off as a thank you!”
“A thank you?” Logan asks, suddenly confused.
”Yeah, for helping with the washer!” You frown, surprised that he’d already forgotten.
Logan hesitates to make eye contact, instead only grunting vaguely in your direction with a curt nod.
He shuffles over to the kitchen and grabs himself a beer. Much to his chagrin, the muffins do smell good. 
He’s not sure if you notice that he’s trying to ignore you, but you still seem cheerful.
”Well,” Wade sighs, “I’d better get going. I have a hot date tonight and I will not be late. Again. By more than fifteen minutes.”
”Say hi to Vanessa from me,” you tell him, and right as he’s standing you turn to him. “Mind if I use your bathroom?” You ask, and Wade points you towards the door Logan had just exited.
”Have at it,” he says, and then in a stage whisper tells you, “But if you die, I’m not to be held responsible. Peanut was in there for a while and I can tell you from experience, a wolverine-dump is frightening to behold, even if it’s just the aftermath.”
You snort a laugh and move towards the bathroom as Wade tugs a particularly hideous hat on top of his heinous toupee. “Play nice,” he mock-glares at Logan, “We want more friends in this building who bring us delicious, delicious baked goods.”
With that, he slips out of the apartment.
It’s then that Logan realizes–the panties are no longer in his hand. He’d dropped them. He’d fucking dropped them!
It’s so fucking stupid. So unbelievably fucking stupid. He’d dropped the panties when he saw you, startled out of his train of thought.
And left them on the floor of the bathroom.
”NO!” Logan calls, and tries to get to the door before you make it there, but he’s already moments too late.
As he dashes around the kitchen island and towards the bathroom door, you’ve already shut the door behind you. At the sound of his footsteps, the door swings back open, and you’re standing there, panties in hand.
He physically recoils and then stares, deer in headlights.
You look at the bunched up ball of underwear and back up at him.
“Logan?” you venture.
He glares at the floor, refusing to make eye contact. You can see the tick of his jaw, the dart of his eyes.
“Are these mine?” you ask, already knowing the answer.
Logan gives one sharp nod.
“You seem to have made a mess of them,” you muse, suddenly feeling very, very warm. You should be angry. Hell, you should be scared.
But he stands before you, still looking at the floor, looking to all the world like a bashful child who’s just been caught misbehaving.
He doesn’t respond with words, only grunts.
You take a step closer to him.
“Logan, look at me.”
He finally does. He’s not sure what he sees in your eyes, but it doesn’t look like fear or anger. Instead, it’s almost a hunger.
“First," you tell him, "You’re gonna clean up your mess,” You're suddenly more bold than you know yourself to be, aching with it. “And then you’re gonna show me, and you’re gonna do it all over again.”
“I’m sorry, what–”
You take another step towards him, close enough to touch him. As he’s about to say something else, you take the opportunity to shove the cum-drenched panties right in his open mouth, shutting him up instantly.
He stands there, unmoving, panties half-dangling out his mouth.
“Good boy.” You say, and his eyes widen, mouth agape and panties nearly slipping.
Of all the scenarios he’s played out, for months now, this was never one of them.
He’d never realized how much he can enjoy surprises. The hunger in your eyes—it’s delicious.
He regains a semblance of composure and you guide him backwards. He stumbles blindly till the backs of his knees hit the sofa. He collapses with a huff.
“Go on,” you encourage, “You like playing with my panties so much, you get to do it for me.”
He groans, puts a hand to his mouth, and sucks at the fabric. 
It’s still wet, and full – full – of his cum. 
He slurps at it, pulls them out of his mouth and stretches the panties wide. Licks all over it, tongue running along the gusset where he can still taste the two of you together.
It doesn’t matter that Wade could come back home, that Althea may already be home. It doesn’t matter that he’s mortified; at the very least, his dick doesn’t seem to have gotten the message. He’s getting hard again, refractory period already practically nonexistent. He’s at a loss for words, but that doesn’t matter, either. 
All that matters is the panties in his mouth, and your eyes on him, slight smile tugging at your lips as you watch.
”Do you make a habit of this?” You ask, and it’s more curious than condemning.
Logan shakes his head. “Uh-uh,” it comes out muffled through the mouthful.
“Don’t make a habit of stealing my panties, or don’t make a habit of stealing anyone’s panties? For all I know, you’ve got some secret collection. Got a pair of Wade’s briefs in the back of your drawer?”
The blush that blooms is pretty, flushing all down his bared throat. You desperately want to touch him, but more than that, you want to tease him. Humiliate him. Call him a dirty old man and make him sweat, and then show him that you want him anyway. That you have been wanting him.
You just didn’t think he’d fall so easily for the bait of dropped panties.
“Suck em clean,” you tell him, and he makes a half-strangled moan, slurping loudly against them.
He works at them with his mouth. It could’ve been comical but instead he simply looks feral. He makes a lewd, wet sound, and pulls the panties out of his mouth, dragging them across his teeth, saving every last bit of the mix of cum and reconstituted pussy juice that had been soaking them.
You take them from his outstretched hand and sniff them yourself. You see the way his eyes widen again, but he’s restrained. He holds himself back, stays still.
“I’ve gotta say, you do put on a good show. You can keep these,” you smile, and toss them back at him, smacking him square in the face.
“But these-” you slip your thumbs up your skirt, the one you deliberately chose to wear just for this purpose. You hook the waistband of today’s panties and slip them down, stepping out of them and handing them to Logan.
“You’re gonna show me exactly how you touched yourself with those panties you stole.”
“Hey,” he huffs, “Look, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have–”
“I’m not,” you cut in, “If you hadn’t stolen my panties, you wouldn’t be showing me just how dirty an old man you are.” You wink, “And I like it.”
“Watch who you’re callin’ old, sweetheart.”
“Logan, baby,” you croon, “You ain’t the one calling the shots here.”
He opens his mouth to reply, but you take another step towards him and grab him by the belt buckle. He buffers, opening and closing his mouth several times, never taking his eyes from your face.
He watches, awed, as you undo the buckle, pop the button, pull down his zipper.
You grin when you see he isn’t wearing any underwear himself and, with a swift, deft movement, you reach into his jeans and slide out his cock.
If he wasn’t hard before, he is now. He moans as your hand wraps around him, pumping gently. It’s far too little pressure. He wants more. He needs more.
As if reading his mind, you snatch your panties from his hand and wrap them around his cock.
He whines, immediately overwhelmed. He’d barely dared to notice them when you’d placed them in his hand. Now, he realizes just how absolutely soaked you are. The crotch of your panties, (another lacy pair), is slick with your arousal.
“Show me,” you tell him. “Show me-”
Reluctantly, he tightens the grip on his cock and starts jerking himself. 
Against his own will, a ragged moan slips out. It makes your body hot and your pussy even wetter. You sit back on the sofa and spread your legs, letting your hand rest on your needy pussy.
Logan notices and, encouraged, wraps his fist tighter around his cock and strokes himself faster, his hips moving rhythmically.
You start to touch yourself in earnest, dipping two fingertips into your slick heat and swirling the arousal around your clit.
Little moans start to escape you, egged on but his ragged breathing. He starts muttering, worn and desperate; “Fuck, fuck, wanna taste that pussy. Eat you right. Smells so good, tastes so good, wanna make you cum on my tongue, hold you down, fuck you through it–”
The touch of your fingertips is exquisite. You’ve masturbated to the thought of him a lot. More than you’d prefer to admit. But seeing him like this, undone and aching, it hits you all the more. 
You sink into the fantasy. “Want you, Logan. I’ve wanted you for so long.”
“Gettin’ close now,” he warns. He should be embarrassed at the speed he's reaching his peak, but he's so drunk on sensation he simply cannot find it in himself to care.
You nod, and adjust the pressure on your clit.
“Wait for me,” you tell him. He groans, but nods. “Nearly there,” you assure.
You press tight circles around your clit working yourself up, closer and closer and closer to that high–
“Fuck,” you shout, suddenly overwhelmed by it, “Fuck, I’m— I’m coming. Show me, Lo, show me–”
You tip over the edge, cunt pulsing hungrily. You wish you’d had something inside you. Wish you’d had him inside you.
He lets out a ragged groan, followed by curses, and the most explosive ejaculation you’ve ever seen. The head of his cock is buried in your panties and he fills them, but his cum shoots out of the holes of the lace, spraying his spend across the floor and towards you. A single drop hits your cheek, and you nearly laugh, but the sound he makes–something primal and animalistic–sends another pulse through you and suddenly you’re coming again, untouched.
It takes a while to come down.
He’s panting, sweat dripping down his temples. Reality absolutely living up to the fantasy.
When you both catch your breath, you smile, sated and tired. You reach out a hand and, hesitantly, he hands you the ruined panties.
Mouth agape, he watches as you run a finger through the cum and dip it in your mouth, humming a pleased affirmation. Then, you step into the cum-drenched underwear and put them on.
He stares at you dumbfounded, burning with so many thoughts that he can’t pinpoint a single one.
“Next time,” you smile, standing up and pressing an unexpected kiss to his cheek. “You can just ask.”
You wink, half dazed yourself, barely able to believe everything had turned out exactly as you’d orchestrated it.
“I’m in Apartment 8,” you tell him, and then you’ve turned on your heel and stepped out the door.
Logan stands there, bewildered. He fingers the damp panties he still has in his pocket, and listens as your footsteps echo through the hallway.
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zeezu-ix · 1 month ago
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i had a vision
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faeofdusk · 26 days ago
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and he has a mullet
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gobliiine · 2 months ago
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He’s like her crusty white dog. He lives in her purse.
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egophiliac · 1 year ago
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I have SO many thoughts about everything and they are in no kind of order yet, so here's just some quick little bits in the meantime!
I am not normal about any of these characters!
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#art#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland spoilers#twisted wonderland episode 7 spoilers#twisted wonderland episode 7 part 6 spoilers#twisted wonderland book 7 spoilers#twisted wonderland book 7 part 6 spoilers#me just staring at the ceiling thinking about anime characters#if i start talking about the big stuff now it's going to turn into a huge rambling mess so in the meantime#i did not get sebek (yet) (i need to contemplate my gems...) but i did see his groovy#he is just full-on cinderella-sparkles bibbidi-bobbidi-booing into that armor! magnificent.#and i really don't have enough words for how much i love tiny malleus. he is perfect. he is precious. he is everything to me.#he knows who his dad is no matter what some crusty dead talking ectoplasm blobs say#(man no wonder lilia's got hangups if THAT was the general attitude he was getting)#('eww you got your dirty bat cooties on the prince' go sit in the corner with mrs. rosehearts you absolute garbage)#(...i did kind of love that lilia started to wake up because the senate said one nice thing to him)#(and he immediately was like 'this is not reality')#(sounds about right)#on a lighter note i was just. SO charmed by the little throwaway about ✨dragon lord consort esteemed diplomat revaan✨#who picks the vegetables out of his food and hides them under the tablecloth#everything i learn about this man makes me like him more. he was SO dumb.#now we know where malleus gets it from i guess#also unrelated but once again the fact that i named my mc tamago has had unintentional consequences#tamago take the tamago and tamago tamagao tamago#frikkin love that when yuu gives the egg back you can just be like 'i love him. this is my baby now.' 100% accurate.#also yuu continually referring to malleus as tsunotarou even to the senate = amazing. yuu really has NO self-preservation or awareness.#they fit right in with everyone else#<- see what did i tell you. huge rambling mess.#and i haven't even BEGUN to talk about MELEANOR -- (is dragged offstage by a hook)
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chasiufan · 4 months ago
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Nobody’s gonna buy ur 599$ marketable plushie stop tryna sell it to us -_-
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remxedmoon · 6 months ago
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yeah ok buddy
joke stolen from this post 🩶
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enigmatic-feral-being · 2 years ago
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Day 19 of Random Songs
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