#f: icee

[rayn--cloud]

summoning circle during the witching hour

[dabingusbongus]

biting myself biting myself biting myself I NEED TO STOP BUYING FURBY'S I JSUT

there is this listing an an I see them an its like .... I can help you.... I can fix you

[sturn-saturn]

to be loved is to be seen

pairing: fem!reader x matt

warning: just matt being the sweetest, not proofread

you were curled up in bed with your hand on your stomach groaning out in pain. you didn’t want to be too loud because your boyfriend matt was sleeping soundly beside you.

“baby? what’s wrong? are you alright?” he slurs as he turns to face you.

“mhmm”

“no you’re not. tell me.”

“my cramps.” you sob out.

matt knows how bad your cramps are when you’re on your period and it pains him that he can’t take your physical pain away.

he pulls you into his chest and rubs your lower back and hugs you with his other hand. “come here, love.”

“i’m sorry. i didn’t wanna wake you.”

“you don’t need to apologize, baby.” he runs his fingers through your hair gently. “i know how bad your cramps can be. is there anything i can do? i can run you a bath? or i can head out to the gas station and get you your favorite snacks? or i can grab you the heating pad? maybe your comfort movie?”

“would you hate me if i said i wanted all of that?” you look at him with teary eyes.

“i’d be more than happy to take care of you, angel.” matt kisses the top of your head and runs to the bathroom to start your bath. “c’mon.”

matt helps you off the bed gently and walks you to the bathroom. “arms up.”

matt slips off your shirt, well really his shirt, and helps you into the bath.

“alright look, sit here for as long as you need to alright? i’m gonna be back in 20 minutes tops. i’ll get your snacks and i’ll be back soon.”

“okay, drive safe please it’s late.”

“i will, baby.”

matt kisses the top of your head and makes his way out the door.

25 minutes later…

“you doin alright?” he asks.

“mhm.” you hum out. “i think i’m done here.”

“okay. i’ll be in the living room when you’re done okay?”

you nod your head with a small smile.

you get dressed into another one of matt’s shirts and head down to the living room. you see him sprawled on the couch with a heating pad beside him ready for you to use, and the snacks he bought laid out on the coffee table.

“there she is. okay so, i went to 7/11. i got you a cherry icee cause i know you’ve been wanting one lately. i got you twix cause i know that’s the only chocolate candy bar you’ll actually eat. and mini m&m’s because you always tell me that they taste better in the tube than in the usual packaging. goldfish, extra cheddar, and ben and jerry’s.” he says with a big smile on his face.

you immediately burst out into tears walking over to matt.

“oh no, what’s wrong, love? did i forget something?” he asks frantically.

you make your way to your boyfriend. he grabs your waist gently and places you on his lap.

“i’m just so grateful f-for you. like you went out your way to get me snacks and run me and bath and all of that and it’s really late and i woke you up out of your sleep. and you remember small details about what i l-like and it just makes me feel so appreciated and cared for.”

“oh honey, i’ll always take care of you, i’ll always love you, and i’ll always appreciate you. i want nothing more than to keep you happy.” he kissed your tear soaked cheeks.

“you’re the best boyfriend ever.”

“yeah, i’ve heard that one before.”

you let out a giggle and hug him tightly.

“alright bloody mary let’s get this heating pad going.”

“MATT!?”

[avroravia]

☆ desert eagle. - I ☆

pairings: trailer park!dallas winston x f!trailer park!reader

summary: dallas can’t seem to keep himself from the pretty girl wandering throughout the park, now can he? but, it seems neither can she.

warnings: f!reader, swearing, familial descriptions, outfit descriptions, may not be time accurate (?)

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the blazing summer sun of tulsa beat down onto the park, yet everybody seemed unbothered. children continued running around, water guns in hand as they seamlessly weaved through all the trailers. teens funded the gas stations and mini-marts, with icees and cokes in hand as they flocked to the shade. adults were either at work, or running errands throughout tulsa.

wiping the sweat off of his forehead, dallas shut the hood of the car. he tossed his borrowed-box of tools onto the grass, before making his way to the entrance of the car owner’s trailer. living in the park wasn’t necessarily bad, just mundane. going from odd-job to odd-job, then party to party.

dallas’ boots thudded along the metal ramp towards the entrance. met with the sight of an open door, he rapped his knuckles against the frame before peeking his head inside. dallas didn’t see the woman who had originally ‘hired’ him, but rather a younger girl. you. your head perked up from the small mini fridge’s door, which you seemed to be stocking.

“money’s on the table.” you told him, gaze returning to your chores.

dallas examined the trailer further, narrow brown eyes darting from the dusty chandelier to the bruised wooden floors. despite the years of use, it was still relatively clean. he could see the crumpled 10$ bill on the dinner table, which he stuffed into the pocket of his dark-washed jeans.

as you stood up, dallas’ gaze was averted to you. he had known of you, but he never held more than a two second conversation with you. dallas recognized you as ‘angela’s best friend,’ having seen you many times in the shepard’s trailer when he went to visit tim.

once dallas’ brain had made the connection, he turned to actually look at you. he took in the sight of your brown, beat-up cowboy boots, low-rise denim shorts far too short for any mother’s taste, and a cropped budweiser shirt. with your lower midriff exposed and a hand on your hip, you waited for him to say something, anything.

“you- you’re angel’s friend, huh?” dallas asked, almost instantly regretting it. he thought his words were stupid.

“something like that, yeah.” you responded, a faint southern accent showing through.

stepping closer to him, you had an almost sinister smile on your glossed lips. you placed a manicured hand onto his exposed shoulder and slightly swayed your hip outward, making butterflies bloom from every crevice in his guts. regardless, dallas kept his unamused expression. brows furrowed and his drowsy brown eyes narrow per usual.

“s’dallas, right?” you drawled, thumb toying with the thick strap of his white tank top.

dallas only hummed in response. something about you seemed so enticing to him. it drew him in like a sailor to a siren, and he wasn’t sure how to feel about it. despite the mixed feelings, dallas would be a liar if he said he didn’t like the feeling of your hands on his skin, or the way you looked at him.

“well, dallas,” you mused, “i’ll see you around then...”

he watched as you returned to tidying up the trailer, before taking your words as a cue to leave. stepping out the trailer, dallas shut the door behind him. his thoughts were kept clouded with the memory of you, and he swore he could still feel your soft hands on the skin of his shoulder.

grabbing the tool box, dallas made a mental note to return it to buck. though, the thought was quickly replaced with you. as he walked home, dallas looped your voice in his head, particularly the way you said his name.

man, would dallas get his kicks in with you...

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a/n: i hope you guys enjoyed this little drabble! i’m planning on making it a little series, on how tp!reader and tp!dallas first met along with the beginning of their relationship. once im satisfied, it’ll probably just be random moments in their relationship from then on. i’m also happy to take requests on these two and all my other readers >:)) my ask box has been so dry lately lmaoo!

[gmanweatherreport]

OC TOBER FINALE I KEPT MESSING THIS UP AND RESTARTING CAN WE GET THIS TRENDING FOR 5 YEARS STRAIGHT

(ok so joynt and email are gay mythbusters salad is the icee polar bear f sharp is email and my fursona is . That twink im making the fit for currently)

[jjungkookislife]

Monday Drabble

pairing: bartender!jungkook x f. reader

genre: coworkers au, f2l, fwb to lovers [18+]

summary: Jungkook takes you out on a date.

wc: 1.1k

warnings: mention of food, mention of public/car sex, sexual thoughts

date: August 5, 2023

Normally you’d be downing a cherry icee at the bowling alley while Jungkook sat in front of you with a large pizza, wondering if you’d share an order of wings with him or maybe some jalapeño poppers. Sometimes he’d order both, always ordering more for the ride home, where’d he’d give you the last popper, insisting he was finally full. 

So when you pull up to a botanical garden, you’re surprised. 

Jungkook smiles sheepishly, getting out of his seat to run across the SUV to open your door. You’re happy you're in a sundress and sandals, the heat hitting you in the face the moment you take his hand to step out. 

“I’ve been wanting to come here for ages!” You exclaim as the car door shuts, and he laces his fingers with yours. His smile is contagious, radiant and nearly blinding as his chest fills with warmth. 

“I know,” he giggles. “That’s why we’re here.”

You kiss his cheek, thanking him as he leads you through the entrance. Your hat and sunglasses shield you from the sun, courtesy of a quick stop at a shop on your way over with Jungkook refusing to let you know where you were going. 

You’re in awe of the garden almost immediately and Jungkook leads you to a vendor selling snow cones, insisting you’d need them as you made your way around. You agree, fanning yourself for a moment. 

Jungkook had been waiting for you to wake up. He’d gotten ready and laid at your side in bed until you were startled awake by a loud TikTok he was watching on his phone. You groaned and smacked him with a pillow, his laughter muffled by it as he apologized profusely. 

He had urged you to get ready, handing you your clothes and ushering you to the bathroom. You’d made him promise to go get your car later in the evening after your date and you were sure you’d end up spending the night once again. 

Oh, well. 

The two of you continue down the path, and you find it hard to keep your eyes off Jungkook. He’s wearing all black, from his cap down to his shoes. His broad chest is hugged by a CK shirt that’s tucked into his pants to show off his slim waist. It takes all your restraint not to wrap your arm around him, maybe lead him back to the car and fuck him. 

Jungkook smirks, catching your eyes for the fifth time. 

“See something you like?” He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively. You roll your eyes at him, walking ahead while swaying your hips. 

Jungkook nearly chokes on his snow cone, eyes fixated on the curve of your ass hugged nicely by the dress. He’s sweating now, but it has nothing to do with the afternoon heat. 

Jungkook fans himself, swallowing thickly and chugging the rest of his snow cone before throwing the cup in a trashcan. He has to jog to catch up to you, his icy fingers touching your skin to make you shiver. 

“You’re insufferable,” You say with your tongue out. Jungkook chuckles, kissing your nose and taking your hand. 

“Be nice to me,” he pouts, his lip rings getting your attention. He notes it. His tongue plays with them and you groan. 

“Insufferable,” you repeat, as he drapes himself around you. 

“But all yours,” he grins. 

The sun has set by the time you’re picking up your car from work. 

Jungkook pouts as you unlock the door of his SUV. He kisses your lips, not wanting to stop. 

You giggle as he kisses you again, his lips soft and sticky from his chapstick. 

“Don’t go,” he whined.

“I’m going right back to your place, babe,” you remind him as his lips trail kisses down your neck, nipping at the sensitive skin of your throat. 

“I know,” he whines again, his hand sliding under your dress to grip your thigh. You’ve loved how hands-y he’s been all day, soft touches here and there, most on your hips or lower back. 

“I just like driving with you,” he admits, ignoring the way his cheeks heat. He clears his throat as he sits up, kissing your cheek before he’s getting out to open your door once again. 

You’d insisted you could open your door, but he had given you a look that made you clench your thighs and almost tackled him when he said, “Not with me, you don’t.”  

You’re not sure how long you’ll let him open your car door (more because you’re used to opening it and waiting a few seconds is too long for you) but it’s cute and he likes to hold your hand as soon as possible. Besides, sometimes you do misstep and hurt yourself or scrape your shins getting out, so it helps to have some support. 

How could you deny him and his sweet smile and bright eyes?

“I’ll be right behind you, baby,” you coo at him when you unlock your car. He frowns, kissing your cheek as he presses you against the car, his hands on your waist. 

“Fine,” he sighs, and you laugh. You love seeing this side of him. You’d even agreed to go grocery shopping (in his car) with him for your apartment and his since you’ll be spending more time at his place and him at yours. He’s looking forward to cooking dinner with you tonight, showing you his skills to impress you.

The moment you’re in your car, you start your playlist. Jungkook waits for you to be settled before he pulls out of his parking space, and you drive behind him. 

You leave your car at his place and get into his SUV. You’re greeted with a kiss and an “I missed you.”

“You’re so cheesy,” you huff, laughing when he pouts. “I missed you too.”

“Good,” he smirks as he places his hand on your thigh for a moment. 

“Come on, lover boy, we need to go get groceries, and you need to do your laundry,” you state as you put your seatbelt on, and Jungkook lets go of your thigh. 

“It’s in the wash, babe. Should be done by the time we get back home,” he shrugs easily as he backs out of the driveway. 

“Okay,” you smile as you connect your phone to the stereo and go through your playlist. Jungkook drives safely but can’t help but steal a glance your way, smiling to himself when you close your eyes and sing along to your favorite songs. He ignores the way his heart skips a beat and the ache in his cheeks from smiling so much. He’s probably way over his head, but he can’t help himself when it comes to you. So he keeps driving, singing softly along until you’re at your destination.

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[foster-the-world]

F for future career day. Dino trainer, icee lady and a doctor. Is it any wonder everyone who meets my guy absolutely adores him? They are all so perfect.

[3leafstem]

9 people you'd like to get to know better

oh i did not expect this, hello. tagged by: @humanoidluv who I love to consistently see on my dash.

three non romantic duos: Keeping it to mostly DC because the other ones I'm thinking of are incredibly niche: I will always and forever adore Dick and Wally's friendship. Dick and Jason are my favourite brother duo, especially Robin Jason which I don't see too much of. Sam and Frodo. Just them. Endlessly supportive best friend characters my beloved. You only die 85% of the time.

a ship that might surprise others: Kinda none? I don't follow too many romantic ships that aren't mainstream. Can I say Manwe and Ulmo from the Silmarillion? I don't think anyone here will know who I'm talking about.

last song: Something in the Orange by Zach Bryan. I tend to play it a lot while writing.

last film: I think it was watching the Birds of Prey Harley Quinn movie with Icee? But I also watched Where the Crawdads Sing recently with my parent, and I highly recommend it! I cried.

currently reading: The Silmarillion by Tolkien, Babel by R. F. Kuang, Batman/Superman: World's Finest, Tom Taylor's 2016 Nightwing, uhhh then just a few random Flash and Supersons issues here and there. I'm between novels for the most part. Usually I have five going.

currently watching: Oh boy. With Icee I'm watching Titans, Harley Quinn animated series, and Young Justice. Flash TV show with my mom. Then Teen Titans, Justice League, Justice League Unlimited, and that's probably it, but there very well could be more. And it's all DC. You can clearly see the current fixation.

currently consuming: gummy vitamins

currently craving: dark chocolate. constantly. and also the desire to finish at least one thing I start.

Don't really have many people to tag... Icee I know you very well but @impawsiblecat you're my go to for these. Fawn I don't want to pressure you out of lurking, so I won't tag, but if you see this, it's up to you <3 @minty-tea-soup! If you'd like to, go ahead. I think this train has been kinda DC centric, but that's entirely irrelevant.

[nostalgicpxxrl]

Sweet Thief

Notice: Light swearing, a smooch

Word Count: 576

A/N: So last night I decided to do a final edit for this writing, which led to this post. I did hella research for this one (read: looked on the hi-chew website to pick a flavor). 

"You guys, this honestly isn't funny. The traitor needs to reveal themselves or I'm not going." 

Several groans follow as you quietly close the door behind you. You guys agreed to meet at Oikawa's place before heading out to the movies, but lucky for you, your lateness didn't really matter in the end. Something serious was going down. 

With your shoes kicked off, you finally approach the room where the pretty boy's voice was coming from. Iwa and Makki were slumped in their barstools as if they were legitimately being scolded by their parents. You almost giggle at the scene, but hold it in since being on the receiving end of Oikawa's wrath wasn’t on your to-do list. 

While listening in for just a smidgen of context, you feel a gentle tap on your upper arm. Issei's smile is soft as he pulls you in for a 'hello' kiss. His lip balm is different from the usual mint flavor. Strawberry? How cute. Attempting to keep a low profile, you mumble the question of what was going on before Oikawa finally notices your arrival. 

"Y/n, tell these fools to fess up!" 

You jump a little at the sudden spotlight. "F-fess up? For what?" Yikes, you sounded pathetic. A light 'pfft' leaves Issei's lips and you playfully glare at him. 

"One of these thieves," he damn near spits, "stole my sweet treats and they need to be dealt with." 

The feeling of nervousness you felt just seconds ago has now left your body. You'd feel relieved, but god, that was so anticlimactic. You'd figured one of em made out with his mother the way his voice remains so firm. "Oh, wow…" 

"See? Y/n gets it!" 

His oblivion to your indifference makes you snort, "Dude! I'll just buy you some more of whatever it is. Problem solved!" Iwa sits up, eyes lightening. Maybe y'all will make it to the destination before sundown.

Oikawa starts to lose his composure. There's no way he's the only one that feels so deeply about the crimes committed against his pantry, "No, no, no, it's the principle that matters here, Y/n! How do you inhale someone's hi-chews without a word and not lose sleep at night? It's downright diabolical!"

You've almost fully zoned him out by now and nod your head to the door so everyone knows it's safe to start leaving. "I agree, whoever ate your hi-chews is a menace to society. Now let's put a pause on this and sort it out after we've had our fun, okay?" He whines, but follows anyway. Getting discounted entry to places because of Oikawa's celebrity status had its benefits. But after what just happened, you've decided it's not worth the trouble. 

At the movies, everyone's content and sitting in their seats (excluding the beloved setter, who's grumpily eating a soft pretzel next to Iwa). Issei watches you sip your Icee, a smirk on his face clear as day despite the dimmed lighting. You quirk a brow out of curiosity, "What are you up to?" 

He sighs, leaning towards you on the armrest, "Calling me a menace to society is a little dramatic, dontcha think?" 

You ponder for a bit. Now when did you call him a menace- Oh, wow... You open your mouth, but before you can say anything, he shoves a handful of popcorn into it, “Oh, the trailers are starting, babe. Let’s sort that out after the movie.”

This guy…

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[scatterbrainedcoree]

♚queen beelzebub stimboard with drinks and icee slime

♚requested by: @carnival-of-carnage

♚do not tag as kin, f/o, or me/irl/id please, this is for a fictive

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[rayn--cloud]

just hangin around 🐸

[eupheme]

k04. daddy kink | the way you want to

old man logan x f!reader

rated e - 2.5k

tags: situationship, possessive!soft dom logan, daddy kink, teasing/begging, logan taking an educated wish, praise kink, dirty talk, pet names, mutual unspoken pining, vaginal sex, creampie

“Daddy, huh?”

“She was joking,” You’re quick to answer - that eye contact breaking, “It’s just an expression.”

He hums knowingly, an eyebrow cocking, “You sure about that, princess?”

(or - logan overhears something he shouldn’t have.)

You can’t help the jolt of anticipation as you watch the limo pull up to the pump.

Always the same. Two times a week - sometimes more, if you pick up extra shifts. Waiting for the text to chime in your pocket, as it always did.

Feet already taking you over to the coffee machine. Filling a styrofoam cup full - black roast. The strong stuff.

Your back pocket buzzes.

Need a ride?

It’s always the same. Been that way for a few months now. His shift ending just as yours did. Offering you a ride home, something that started kindly but twisted into more the moment you bridged that gap between you.

Almost as if he had just been waiting for permission. Almost as if he thought of you the way you did him.

Wishing thinking, perhaps, but you’ve always been a dreamer.

You fire back a reply. Sometime extra, tacked on at the end.

Yes, please ❤️

The flick of your thumb scrolls through old messages, as you wait at the counter. His replies always short, but you think that’s just him.

He does reply, after all. Wry comments about the photos you send him. The baby raccoon you helped out of the dumpster, the icee incident from last week.

Some even instigated on their own, and not the result of the slow rotation you’ve found yourselves in.

The morning shift arrives, just as he comes in. Holly’s early today - her elbow leaning on the counter, content to let you finish out these last few minutes before taking over.

Logan’s eyes find yours first, with the push of the door. Already fishing out a wallet, and you know what he’ll pass you.

A crisp ten. Enough to fill his tank - always stopping when he’s half-empty.

Tells you it’s because he doesn’t want the tank to get too low, incase a client has a far drive. You wonder if it’s because it means he gets to stop by a little more often.

The sight of him still sends a thrill through you, even after the weeks have passed. Built strong - the buttons of his dark suit hanging loose, though the shoulders still pull tight as the wallet fits back into his pocket.

Beautiful, in a way that always sends your mind reeling. Mentally mixing the gold and bronze and green to match the shades of your personal muse. A stoic man, with kind eyes.

Fingers always aching to paint him, as much as they had ached to touch.

That flicker of softness in them disappearing quickly, with a narrowed glance at your coworker. The rough clearing of a throat when you nudge the coffee and a pastry his way.

Something for him. And then something for his father, Charles. Even if it was more sugar than sustenance.

Shooing away his gruff offer to pay, as you close the space between you with a grin. Giving him a glance down the deep cut of your shirt.

His dark eyes flick back up, as he finally relents.

Stubborn.

“Be out in five.” You tell him - the pastry tucked under his arm. The coffee cup small in the thick curl of his hand, another watchful glance your way as he heads out to wait.

Still passing through the glass double-doors when Holly pipes up next to you.

“God, is that him?” She tips forward, to get another look, “You’re right, he is so daddy.”

You suck air from between your teeth, regretting your overshare. A groan sent her way - her voice far too loud in the early morning.

Even if she wasn’t wrong.

There’s the sharp bite of coffee when your mouth finally presses to his. His hands working at his belt buckle - the glint of metal in your dark room, light still spilling in from the hallway.

They’re - he’s - all you’ve been able to think about. The long hours at night behind the counter. Ringing up energy drinks and hotchips with a smile. A way to help pay the bills, while you wait for the layers of oil paint dry.

Your mind running wild when you’re alone, after. The drift of your hand beneath the blankets.

Imagining those strong, scarred hands twisting in your hair. Guiding you - always guiding. Showing you just what he liked, as that rough voice told you just how good you’re doing.

It itched at something inside you - winding tight when you pressed your fingers deep, until you’re muffling a moan into your pillow.

The bed dips, as he follows you onto it. His mouth finding yours again, the press of his lips familiar. The smell of cigar smoke and leather seats and the crisp autumn air as you inhale him.

His hands tilting your face so his tongue can sweep into your mouth.

You part for him.

When you draw back for breath, he is half-undone.

Loosened buttons on his shirt. A tight white tank beneath, the ribbing melding to the broad planes of his chest. A peak of dark hair at the waistband of his trousers. The silver teeth of a lowered zipper.

His hands ghost at your sides. Slipping beneath the hem of your sweater, brushing bare skin. A thumb, teasing at the edge of your pants.

“Take these off for me, baby.”

You’re quick to listen. Layers peeled away, as you shift back against the pillows. His eyes following each piece, sweeping over the revealed skin.

His own hand slipping down. Cupping himself, tugging down the elastic waistband. Swollen - hard already, as his cock bobs free. Fitting himself between your thighs, the moment they part.

Hands ghosting up, fingers denting skin.

Something weighs on his mind - you can feel it in the searching way he looks at you. An inhaled and held breath, eyes dark with want.

Wonder if it will loosen, in time. With the press of your mouth, or as he sinks inside you.

It’s become part of your routine, as well.

Little questions or confessions weaved into the moments of borrowed time he runs on. Easy to distract you - with the snap of his hips, the curl of his fingers - if you nudge too close to something tender.

His thighs inching wider, hands curving against your hips. A tug pulls you closer to where he kneels on the bed, your thighs thrown over his.

Spread open beneath him - your fingers trailing up the velvet length of his cock, where it arcs against your abdomen.

Another shift of his hips skims the underside against your clit, dampening with your arousal.

He’s taking it slower than usual tonight. Drawing things out, with the way his thumbs smooth circles against your skin.

Those dark eyes flipping up to yours. That question, slipping free.

“Daddy, huh?”

It catches you off guard. Your hips buck against his without meaning to. A sharp, inhaled breath as the way it rolls off his tongue, your body betraying you.

His eyebrow lifts with interest, expression darkening as mortification laces through you. Wasn’t supposed to hear that - a mooning admission after one too many drinks, after-hours at the bar next door.

“She was joking,” You’re quick to answer - the eye contact breaking as your head tilts, “It’s just an expression.”

He hums knowingly.

Another rut of his hips, pressing against your folds. You squirm - an attempt to flip over, to avoid having to look at him - but his hands only tighten on your hips.

An eyebrow cocks, “You sure about that, princess?”

Another bitten-back sound. You’ve never minded being like this beneath him - bare, open to the drift of his hands and his mouth.

It turned you on, this needy and messy joining. But it feels different now. Vulnerable, with the way he watches you so intently.

“Don’t tease me.” It’s a plea, as the corner of his mouth ticks up.

A shift of his hips, a hand loosening his grip so he can press his thumb against the flushed head. Guiding himself to where you drip for him.

Hips rocking slowly, eyes fixed on the way you part. How your pussy grips him, swallowing the tip as you moan.

Your breath held.

Waiting for the stretch. The sweet burn that curls into pleasure, when he seats himself deep inside you. The way you always have to make room for every inch of him, your muscles already strung tight in anticipation.

He holds himself there. Inched inside you, thumb tugging you open. A huff of a breath as you push up to your elbows, your gaze flicking between his cock and his face in question.

“Ask me for it.”

His voice is a low husk, eyes fixed on yours. Something sparking between you - a heavy, charged tension.

You’re used to begging. It comes easily - a futile wiggle of your hips, as he holds you in place.

“Logan, please.”

“Not like that.” His tongue clicks, “Ask me the way you want to, sweetheart.”

It steals you breath for a moment. Eyes narrowed as you try to discern if he’s making fun of you.

Teeth white and sharp as he smiles - voice dropping lower.

“You really think I can’t tell?”

Logan starts to withdraw, but you clench down around him. Hands overlapping with his and pressing down, to keep him where he is.

“You want Daddy’s cock, don’t you?” He rasps, “Want him to take care of you?”

He picks over the words carefully, as if trying them out for himself.

As if he’s doing this for you, and it’s enough that that tight string of worry and tension inside you frays, and then snaps.

And surely he must feel you this time, the way you clench down around him. No escaping what he does to you, not like this.

“Yes,” You breathe, “Want you to fuck me, daddy.”

The word pitches high, as his hips punch forward. Your nails biting into his hands, leaving half-moon marks.

“Atta girl.” Logan grits, enveloped in you.

Every inch nestled deep inside. A needy and pretty little thing, with the way you gasp and moan and squirm for him.

Even more so when his hands travel down. Hitching one leg, and then the other, over his broad shoulders, as he leans into you. One hand planted next to your head, the other curving around your ankle, pinning you in place.

A experimental thrust, and it feels like he’s in your guts. Your moans strings out, as he bends you in half.

Until all you can see is him, all you can feel is the way he keeps you full with the shallow shifts of his hips, as he ruts into you.

“Feel good, honey?” He grits, as if he needs to know.

And maybe he likes doing this for you. Hearing what it does to you - from the praise that slips from you, to the slap of his hips against yours.

Proof that he exists inside your mind, for longer than these brief moments - that in some way, you need him as much as he needs you.

Knowing that no one can fuck you like he can.

“Yes, daddy.” You sigh, leaning into it now.

Blissed out, as his cock nudges against a soft and sensitive spot inside you. Tightening around him, as his weight presses you into the mattress.

All the worries and stress off the day ebbing, as he makes you forget about everything else.

“Should have known,” Logan rasps, with the pump of his hips, “Always so fucking wet for your old man.”

His words twist inside you, a moan loosening in your throat.

He’d said something like that before. The first time you’d invited him inside, and he had come so willingly.

Only pausing as his lips had ghosted against yours, just inside the door. Something low, rumbled out.

“'m an old man, sweetheart.” Strong hands gripped your hips - you hadn’t been sure if it was to pull you closer, or push you away, “Sure a sweet thing like you wants this?”

“Not that old.” You had huffed against his mouth.

Not too old to show you a good time, you’d been sure. Been proven right, night after night. Spiraling into something more, his presence tinting your life like a rose-colored campitura.

Logan had laughed as if you’d said something funny, right before he had kissed you - that low rasp that still makes your toes want to curl.

Your fingers fit between your thighs now, the tips pressing circles against your clit. A grunt pulled from him as your breath hitches, your other hand fisting in the pillows under your head.

“Filthy little thing, aren’t you?”

The pleasure spikes, “Only for you.”

Your answer makes him growl. Makes him fuck you harder, eyes greedy as he watches the bounce of your breasts, the mark between your eyebrows deepen.

Possessive.

“That’s right, sweetheart,” He rumbles, “Only for me.”

He’s grinding against that spot inside you. Your folds slick beneath your fingers, your hand moving faster as something bright burns inside you.

A flutter of a laugh is pulled from you, eyes going half-lidded, “Gonna make me come.”

His hips stutter once against yours. Fingers tightening around your ankle, as his eyes drag from the needy press of your fingers to your face.

“That right?”

Hips snapping just a little harder, as you whine. Your grip tightening in the pillowcase as you pant, your drawn-out hum of assent quickly unraveling.

“Come on daddy’s cock, sweetheart,” Logan coos, “Been thinking about this all night.”

And it’s this that sends you over. His words, that admission he thinks of you. The coiled tight spring inside you snapping, as you writhe and squirm beneath him.

Unable to do anything but take him. The deep grind of his cock, as he feels the way your cunt flutters around him. The pulse of your clit beneath your touch, fingers curling up against your abdomen when it becomes too much, when all you can do it try to rock back against him.

“There you go. That’s my girl.”

His low growl filters through the white noise that buzzes in your head. Blending with the moan that pulls from you - pitching high, his name lost in your pleasure.

“Let me hear how good it feels.”

It’s bliss. The way ankles slip from his shoulders as he leans to kiss you. Hungry, as his thrusts turn shallow and sloppy.

Teeth nipping against your shoulder, your neck, as his mouth wanders - as if he can’t help it. Broad hands coming to grip at your hips, tugging you to meet him.

“Fuck, baby. Got me close already.” It’s growled against your skin, an open-mouthed kiss pressed against your throat, “Tell daddy you want it.”

It comes out desperate - a low rumble when you clench around him, legs hitching higher around his waist. Ankles crossing behind his back - driving him deep and keeping him there.

“Want you to come in me, daddy,” You echo him, sweetly. “Love feeling you inside me.”

You can feel the way he shudders, as your arms loop around his shoulders. His breath hot against your skin, strong muscles stringing tight beneath your touch.

Logan won’t admit it, but you’ve learned to read him, too.

And with the way he moans - fingers biting into your skin, as he spills himself inside you-

You’re willing to bet he liked it as much as you did.

always so weak for men calling themselves daddy, so here we are!! thank you so much for reading 💖

[beckyluvsubby]

Missed Connection V

F 30 depressed

Who still listens to songs

That make her cry on purpose

Just so she can feel the sting

Of being alive

And remember all her moments with you

Gelatin Heart

No tequila in her blood this time, just the ever present haze of THC

You

M 29 less confused now

You have succeeded in watching every single title

That Netflix has to offer

I suspect you’re still lying to your parents

About studying for exams

When we damn well know

You’re on your couch with a movie

And you still listen to the best music

Not just cheap country

You listen to the good kind

The kind that cuts deep

Like the heartache I feel now

And you feel

And hold me tenderly

Like you did when I couldn’t stop crying

After your best friend

Broke my heart

But this time, you don’t even know it

This time you broke my heart

And keep breaking it

Because after all these years I finally did it

I finally kissed you like I meant it

I finally held you close to me

I finally gave you my all

But now there are hundreds of miles between us

And a lifetime of memories we no longer share

And you hold me tightly

Letting me know it will be okay

Next time I am in town I will drive us again

To do the one thing I can do

When all else fails

Buy us some icees

I still remember

When time stopped

After that first night

And I gingerly brushed against your lips

And that moment is still perfect

Your lanky form against mine

Two lonely souls holding on

Even if it’s just for a night

It feels like forever

And I fell in love with you in that instant

And I fell in love with you again as we dug through records looking for the old man blues we both can’t stop listening to

And I fell in love with you again when your blue eyes looked off in the fast food line we were waiting far too long in

And I fell in love with you again when you stood a little too close to me at a show a little too loud for you because you knew the band was one of my favorites

And I fell in love with you again as you kissed me for the third time in a row in your kitchen before you went to work a shift that you were too tired for

Because I fell in love again the night before when we stayed up until 4 AM kissing some more

And fell in love with you again again when I found myself in your bed, in your arms

After all these years apart

But I will never tell you

I should have kept turning to you

All along

But now it’s four AM

And four weeks since I last left you behind in Baton Rouge

And I can’t sleep

Because I’m thinking about buying you an icee

[allfurbiesaregay]

Icee is here and I’m already in love! Ft Kepler the arcade carpet furby since they’re 90s buddies! Thanks so much to @wizardfurbb for this wonderful furb!!

[foster-the-world]

It was F for future career day at school. Baby boy went as a dino trainer, bee as a doctor and Rebel as an icee lady. All very cute.

The school had family ballroom dancing lessons tonight. It was fun/funny. The Jr high kids were as awkward as you would think. Every adult and child wanted to know why baby boy wasn't there. I kept him home so one of us could go to a zoom about Special education schools. Made me kind of sad we are taking him out of this community that loves him so much. Its for the best and may only be for one year - depending on his future needs. Someone told me his special ed school is now full for next year. We only toured and got a spot two weeks ago.

[scarlettriot]

Sweet & Salty

Pairing: Kirishima X F!Reader

Summary: Since the AC went out in your home, you and Kirishima have to come up with some other ways of cooling of on a hot summer night.

Warnings: SMUT | Minors & Ageless Blogs LEAVE. Swearing. Fucking in Public. DubCon (just to be safe).

Contains: Established relationship. Unprotected beach sex. No prep. Marking if you squint. Sundress with no panties. Nicknames: Babe, Baby.

W/C: 2Kish

A/N: Guys, pretty sure this is like REALLY bad. But I had a super vague idea and just needed to write something, so this is what you get. I didn't proof it or anything so just enjoy this little nonsense drabble I quite literally through together. ((I might rewrite this better at some point)).

For a whole hour, you’d been completely restless in bed. Tossing and turning this way and that, the long-forgotten sheet crumpled up in a pile on the floor at the foot of your bed. You rolled over again for the hundredth time, your arm landing smack across your husband's broad chest.

You were about to mumble another apology when Eijiro grabbed you and pulled you entirely on top of him. His thick arms snarred around you, immobilizing you from any more thrashing. “Eiji! ‘S too warm, lemme go!” You might not have been able to flail anymore, but you could certainly wiggle around. 

“I know it is, baby. The AC will be fixed tomorrow. We just gotta get through tonight.” 

You were sure you weren’t gonna make it through the night, you thought your skin would melt off before the sun rose. “‘M gonna go sleep in the freezer.” You grumbled and plopped your head down on his chest that rumbled with laughter. 

“That’s notta bad idea,” he sat up with you in his lap, “but I think I gotta better one. Go put some clothes on.” 

“It’s two in the morning, where the hell are we going that I need to put clothes on?” 

He was already up and off the bed, pulling on a pair of workout shorts before yanking you right to the edge of the bed. “It’s a surprise, silly woman.” He kissed your cheek, thumbs grazing the sides of your bare breasts, “But, shirts will be required, unfortunately.” 

Not only did you blast the air conditioning the very moment you got in Eijiro’s car, but he was also quick to roll down the windows, eager to feel the wind rushing through his hair.

You’d slipped on a sundress, one you’d worn earlier that day with thin straps so the freezing air would hit as much of your exposed skin as possible. Your head leaned back, eyes closed with a happy smile spreading across your face.

In the warmth of your condo, Eijiro’s hand on your thigh would’ve felt like hot coals but now you didn’t mind the subtle heat he gave off. Just enjoyed the easy brush of his thumb that was slowly pushing the hem of your dress further up your thigh. 

He kept his eyes on the road, seeming to not realize just where his fingers were venturing, or the way your thighs were pressing together in anticipation of what he may be trying to do. But, before you had a chance to ask him, he’d pulled into a gas station of all places, but not up to a pump, rather a parking space just out front. “C’mon, cutie.” 

He held open the door and you walked in just in front of him, waiting for him to start making sense. He took your hand and pulled you down an isle to a back wall. Icee makers spun out of sync with each other, at least ten of them with different flavors. “This should cool you off, right?” 

“Definently.” You beamed up at him, accepting the massive cup he handed to you. He went straight for the cherry, tapping the cup on the counter a few times to make sure he could get as much as possible before putting a lid on top. “Now, what else can we get?” 

The two of you broke apart with a plan so simple: Grab as many of your favorite snacks as possible and meet up front in five minutes. When the time was up, you poured the goodies out on the counter in front of an attendant who was looking at the two of you as if you had to be insane.

Back in the car, the both of you were drinking down the cold, sugary delights, and you noticed pretty quick that Eijiro wasn't driving in the direction of home. “Another surprise?” 

“Something like that.” There was a smirk on his handsome face, “I didn’t think you’d object to staying out of that oven a little while longer.” 

You certainly didn’t. Holding his hand for the rest of the drive, cool, salty air eventually tickled your nose. He pulled off onto an access road that wasn’t meant for civilians but, he could get away with being there by just flashing his hero license. He had his pick of parking spaces, not a single other vehicle in the lot so, with his hand on your headrest, he backed into one of the spaces, popping the hatch and kissing you quick. 

The snacks sat in the backseat while the two of you raced for the comfort of the water, Eijiro yanking off his shirt and kicking out of his shorts along the way. He dove right in without a second thought while you lingered at the shoreline, waves breaking against your shins, barely missing the hem of your dress. 

“What are you doing!” He called over the waves. The moonlight danced off the water and gave you a clear view of him pushing his wet hair out of his eyes. “Get in here!” 

“I’ll get my dress all wet.” 

“Take it off!” 

You looked up and down the vacant stretch of beach and he swam to shore, walked back to you. “Baby, pretty sure your underware covers more than your swim suit…” His wet hands already pushing up the fabric that you were quick to try and pull back down.

“Eiji, I can’t– I–” But, before you were even able to finish your sentence, his hands had settled on the bare flesh of your ass and you watched a sly smile push up the corner of his lips. 

“Baby girl, didja forget somethin’?” 

“I didn’t forget!” You insisted, “You said put something on, not everything.” He raised a brow at you, “I thought we were gonna be going right back home! Don’t gimme that look!” 

But, he kept that shit-eating grin on his face as his thumbs hooked into the band of his tight boxers and pulled them down until the fell in the sand. 

“EIJI!” 

“Don’t you ‘Eiji’ me.” He pulled you close against him, bending to kiss along your neck, “You’re safe, love. There’s no one out here. And, once we’re in the water, no one will be able to tell anyway.” 

This was so dumb, so incredibly stupid! Not to mention illegal! But, the more his hands roamed your body, the way he used his teeth to pull your straps down, it made you care less and less about all the trouble the two of you could get in until you didn’t care at all. 

Lifting your arms so he could pull the dress over your head, wrapping your legs around his waist while he carried you to the water, yelping right into his mouth when a chilled wave hit your ass. He kept you up in his arms, laughing and giving you kisses that had hints of cherry to them. He’d turn his back to always take the brunt of the salty waves. Even when his cock glided between your folds, he was still mindful. 

“Y/N, damn baby, I wanna…” And you wanted it too. It didn’t matter that it was risky, actually, you were starting to think that was a part of the charm. When your eyes weren’t shut, feeling that delightful drag of his cock, they were scanning the parking lot to ensure no other cars had pulled up. 

“Can I?” 

You brought your lips back against his, kissing him deeply. Even after all this time, he still bothered to ask anytime he thought you might be uncomfortable. Eijiro always cared, was always thoughtful.

“Yes.” You breathed in between salty kisses, hurrying to keep your lips against his as his cock pressed in. 

With no prep at all, it was nearly an impossible fit, and being in the water didn't help anything, but Eijiro took his time with you. Keeping a thumb on your clit to try to alleviate some of the sting. The waves swallowed whatever cries you let out until he was finally buried deep in your warm cunt. 

For several minutes he held you still while his tongue swirled around your nipples, not caring a single bit about the way you whined and pulled on his hair or how your nails dug into his skin. He’d wear your little marks with pride just as he always did. 

“‘M gonna move now, okay?” He waited for your head to nod and then started off with shallow thrusts. His thumb moving in perfect time. 

Your head tipped back, hair dipping into the water at the unique feeling. His grip on you was bruising, starting to pull you to meet his hips. 

You were so consumed by what he was doing, you hadn’t even noticed him bringing you both closer to shore again. It was only when you were lifted out of the water that your eyes sprung open. “Relax. Just wanna fuck you properly.” 

He walked right past the clothes still in the sand and laid you down in the back of his car but not before finding the blanket he stashed away, making sure you were as comfortable as you could be. 

He sighed when he thrust into you again, “Much better.” His cock reached impossibly deep, and he was thrilled to stay like that, no waves pulling you away from him this time. He rutted his hips again just to hear you gasp, and when he pressed his hand against your belly, applying even more pressure, the way you cried his name nearly did him in. 

“That’s my girl.” 

He pressed forward again, his hand traveling down your body until his fingers reached your clit once more and you jolted. “Awe? Wanna cum, baby? You close?” 

“Yes! Fuck, so close! Make me cum, please, please–!” You begged so damn loudly, out in the open like this where anyone at all could’ve heard you and it made his cock twitch. 

“Sound so fuckin’ pretty. You wanna cum, then keep beggin’.” 

It was an order that you blindly followed. Babbling senselessly while he fucked you hard enough to make the entire car move. Someone could’ve walked by at that very moment, and he wouldn’t have changed a thing. 

“That’s it, baby, just like that, cum f’me.” 

When he felt you let go, he pulled you enough that your ass was out of the car, legs held up by his arms while he let you milk his cock, your sweet little cunt so needy for his cum, and he couldn’t keep it from you any longer. He shot his load in as deep as he possibly could, rocking his hips ever so slightly to make sure you got all of it. 

“Such a good girl.” He smiled and leaned down to kiss you, easing his cock free so he could quickly gather up the scattered clothes and then he returned right to you. Helping you slide back into your dress. 

He came back from the front of the car with your icees. “They’re a little melted now but still cold.” 

The two of you scooted back in the hatch after he laid the seats completely down, finishing your drinks and munching on treats, all cuddled up together, enjoying the ocean breeze for the rest of the night. 

A/N: Yeah. It needs rewritten.