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[mattastr0phic]

Drawing anthros is actually pretty nice, character-design wise. Dr. Clef is a golden-brown Binturong, and Dr. Myriad is a chocolate Angora Ferret. Pictures of the actual animals under the cut!

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook

𝓐𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵 𝓦𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 | Intro

Jeon Jungkook truly fell for you- more than once.

Tags/Warnings: (fallen)Angel!Jungkook, Somewhat strangers to lovers, Fluff, Angst, some religious themes but only mentioned, clumsy romance, Flirting

Length: was supposed to be a oneshot, idk how long this is

Masterlist TBA.

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Your neighbor is a genuine angel. At least, you're convinced he is.

From what you know, he works as a gym instructor, but part-times at a local animal shelter where he helps with the heavy lifting and more physically demanding jobs. He's been in your town's local newspaper last week for building multiple new sheds there, so that the dogs have more opportunities to stay outside whenever they'd like while still being able to have shelter as well. He's helped you earlier this month to bring your groceries upstairs when the elevator was out of service, having found you struggling since you'd injured your leg.

He'd instantly helped you, offering to even go out and get you whatever you'd need during your time of recovery, and honestly, you wonder how that guy is still single.

You know he is, because your best friend, Jane, works at the shelter he helps out at. And according to her, he turns every woman (and even man) down whenever he's asked out. Apparently, he's not looking for anything at the moment.

What a bummer.

What's also odd about him, is his.. weird timing. He's always somewhere around whenever you're in trouble. From almost tripping on the stairs in the apartment building, to not properly looking both ways before crossing the road and almost getting run over- he's there to save you.

Ever since he moved here, about half a year ago, he's always been there last second to somehow pull your ass back from sure death or injury.

You're not sure what to think of it, currently playing with some puppies in the shelter while your friend cleans up the area they live in. "Maybe he's into you?" She wonders, putting the broom to the side. "I mean, could be."

"Wouldn't he have asked me out in that case?" You ask back, not convinced.

"Maybe he's shy?" She shrugs, sitting down with you now to occupy the playful young animals currently excitedly running around and occasionally nipping at your finger. "Just cause he's a looker doesn't mean he's also confident. He might be a softy." She tells you.

"He could be your early Christmas present you know?" She laughs, and you roll your eyes at that. "What? Looks like an angel to me!" She jokes, and you shake your head at that.

"The only angels I see are currently eating your jacket." You tease, making her quickly move to pull the zipper from one impish puppy who's trying to chew it up, successfully pushing the topic to the side for the moment.

You don't like talking about dating, and potential relationship, and all that stuff. You're awkward, meeting new people is awkward, and in the past, most of those connections frayed apart sooner or later either way.

So what's the point?

"Hey." Comes a voice you've come to know by now, from outside the gates and fences. "You ready to go?" He asks you, and you look at him, wide eyed and confused.

"Oh right, fuck!" Jane curses. "I can't drive you home today, so I asked Jungkook if he'd do it and he said sure!" She beams at you, while you glare with the most forceful gaze you can muster. "Don't look at me like that, see it as a chance!" She hisses, and you get up slowly to dust yourself off and grab your jacket from the top of the fence.

You're careful not to let any of the dogs out while leaving, before you wave at Jane who's giving you a cheesy thumbs up.

"I hope it's fine that I'm driving you." Jungkook offers kindly next to you.

"Ah, yeah, no issues." You brush it off. "Just.. weird."

"Weird?" He wonders, opening the main gate for you to step out before he closes it again, and leads you towards his car to open the passenger door for you. "I hope you know I'm not going to kidnap you." He jokes, and you playfully look at him with suspicion, before getting in and letting him close the door for you.

"I don't think you'd do that." You say, buckling your seatbelt while he smiles to himself as he starts the car. "It's just that.. it feels like you're always helping me, but I don't ever really get to know you past that." You shrug, as he maneuvers the car out of the parking lot to drive you both home.

"Would you like to get to know me past that?" He wonders, and again, you shrug.

Because you're not sure if you want that, considering that you don't even know if you want to only get to know him as a friend, or potentially more. Social interactions aren't what you're comfortable with, after pretty much isolating yourself with your job from home and disconnecting from past friends that turned out to be just interested in your monetary help- but nothing else.

And at some point, you just couldn't take the humiliation any longer.

"I don't know." You say because of that. "I'm not sure if that's a good idea." You admit.

"How so?" He asks, stopping at a red light to tap his fingers on the steering wheel to the soft beat of the car radio playing quietly in the background. "I'm not out for a one night stand or anything." He shrugs. "You're really pretty, and I think it's only fair to let you know that right from the start." he says.

"Why would that be something I need to know?" You wonder, and he smiles as he starts driving again as soon as the lights turn green.

"So that you know that I consider you attractive." He admits. "that I'm open to letting things become intimate, if we end up getting along well. And so that you know how to interpret my actions and words, you know?"

This is new.

You're not used to guys talking to you like this- usually, they're always incredibly cryptic, never open, never putting their cards on the table like Jungkook does right in this moment. And maybe that's what's so comforting to you right now.

Maybe that's what's making you trust him.

"Would you.." You begin, the familiar streets giving you the hint that you're close to home. "Do you.. I wanted to bake cookies today." You mumble out.

Jungkook chuckles, smiling. "That sounds cool." He comments, and you know exactly that he's teasing. "I actually know how to bake pretty decently too." He jokes, and you glare at him from the passenger side, as he parks the car in his designated spot. "What?" He looks at you, laughing.

"I take everything back, I don't like you." You cross your arms, and he grins-

Well aware that you're not being serious at all.

He's an angel after all. How could you not fall for him?

[creamsickle-writes]

A Thing or Two: Ace x F!Reader x Luffy

Tags: nsfw, Luffy and Ace interact in a not safe for work context (Ace teaches Luffy how to have sex and guides him to Reader's entrance during the fic), oral sex, penetrative sex, creampies, and light dirty talk

Ace noticed how his little brother stared at you.

As you danced in the middle of the ship’s deck, Luffy had his eyes glued to you the entire time; his eyes raked over your figure, his gaze shamelessly glued to your hips as you shook them. He would occasionally reach towards the table of food behind him, eating here and there. 

Ace cracked a smile; it had been a long time since he reunited with his brother. After his two years of training, it seemed he’d certainly grown up in more ways than one. After all, he had never seen Luffy so interested in women before. 

Ace approached his brother, placing a hand on his shoulder, a grin on his face.

“She’s a looker, isn’t she?”

“Huh?” Luffy looked up at his brother.

“The girl you’ve been eyeing all night,” Ace laughed, cocking his head in your direction.

Luffy blushed slightly and turned back to the buffet table, stuffing his face with anything and everything. 

“Don’t know what you’re talking about, Ace.” 

“You don’t have to deny it, you know.” Ace chuckled, “Not like you to be shy.”

Luffy grumbled as he ate his meat, barely chewing before swallowing it all, “Not being shy, don’t like her like that. She’s just a friend.”

Ace raises a brow, “Then surely you don’t mind me talking to her, do you?”

Ace stiffens when Luffy looks up at him, his eyes filled with almost murderous intent. Ace laughed and raised his hands, trying to calm the younger man, “Easy, Luffy. Was only teasing.”

“Good!” Luffy pouted, “’Cause she’s mine, and you can’t have her!”

“Thought you didn’t like her like that?” Ace teased, and Luffy just crossed his arms in defiance. 

“Well, maybe I lied!” 

Ace laughed and rolled his eyes playfully, “Why don’t you talk to her? I saw her staring at you a few times tonight.”

“Really?!” Luffy bounced off the walls, looking at you as you danced amongst your crewmates. 

Luffy immediately dashed towards you, striking up conversation rather quickly. Ace only laughed. That was his brother, for sure.

He watched on, seeing you both talk happily. 

_____

A few months later, Ace reunites with his brother again, and yet again, another fantastic party is thrown. 

This crew really liked any excuse to party, Ace finds out quickly.

And this time, when he sees his brother, he’s dancing with you instead of just ogling you from afar. Ace smiles, glad he was part of why you two eventually ended up together. 

As the party goes on, you eventually leave the dance floor and make your way to Ace. To his surprise, you ask if you can speak with him in private. He gives a shrug and decides, sure, he can step away for a bit.

When you reach the kitchen, you sit down, and Ace sits beside you.

“Hey, um,” you start, nervously laughing, “I know this is weird, but… but do you know Luffy is into?”

“Into?” Ace squints, leaning back in his chair.

He doesn’t miss how your cheeks flush, “Well, it’s just that… I’ve tried dropping hints to Luffy that I want to, um, take our relationship further, but I don’t think he’s noticed?”

Ace cracks a smile.

Oh.

You wanted to know how to turn Luffy on.

“Not sure,” he shrugs, “I’d imagine you’d have to be very blunt with him, though.”

You only nod, leaning in to capture every word from Ace’s lips.

“Just don’t dance around it. Say how you feel.”

“Okay.” You then clear your throat, “And um, I just wanted to ask um….”

Ace sits up, your tone seeming to change with this new topic. You sounded meeker, even more shy, as you talked.

“I’m not very experienced, so… I-I don’t know much about pleasing others like that… do you think you could, um, give me some tips before you leave?”

Ace’s eyes widened before you quickly added, “You don’t have to, though! I’m sorry, this is probably really inappropriate!”

Ace only laughs, patting your shoulder, “It’s nothing to worry about! I can probably give you some pointers before I head off.”

Now Ace is blushing because, well, it sounded like he was going to physically show you. But he swore that wasn’t his intention; he would only verbally communicate with you.

At least, that’s what the plan was.

You sigh before brushing off your skirt, “Thanks, Ace; I’m sorry this was so terribly awkward.”

“Not at all.”

The flame man watches as you get up from your seat and make your way to the kitchen door, offering a short farewell before leaving.

At that moment, when the door closes, he notices a bit of straw peeking out from behind the kitchen counter. Ace smiles softly; looks like his interaction with you had an observer.

“Luffy,” Ace calls, and immediately the straw hat ducks under the counter, “I know you’re here.”

Ace gets up from his seat and walks behind the counter, spotting the young man crouched by the floor. 

Ace kneels beside him, “Looks like your girl wants you to make a move.”

Luffy hums, “Don’t know how.”

“What?”

“I wanna do it with her, but… I don’t know what girls like.”

Ace offers a small laugh, “Looks like you’re both too scared of being inexperienced to get the ball rolling.”

“’m not scared!” Luffy retorts, “Just… wanna make sure she feels good.”

Ace gives a smile out of pity for his brother. He had never seen him be self-conscious before. He always seemed to rush in, to charge ahead without thinking, but it seemed like you meant a lot to him, and he didn’t want to mess up.

“Want you to show us, Ace. Please?”

Ace turns beet red at that and stumbles backward, landing on his ass.

“C-Come on, Luffy, I can’t do that-“

“Why not?”

“I mean, it’d be weird. We’re brothers, you know? I don’t think-“

“Pleaseeeeeee?”

Ace sighed, “Luffy-“

“Besides, we aren’t, um,” Luffy thinks momentarily to find his words, “Blood-related! Or even married-related!”

Ace chewed the inside of his mouth. That was a fair point; there would really be nothing incestuous about this possible encounter. But still, it felt forbidden, wrong…

“Come on, Ace, you taught me how to do everything! What’s so different about this?!”

Ace is about to offer another rebuttal, but he can’t say no when he sees Luffy’s big, round doe-eyes.

Instead, Ace sighs, “Alright, how are we going to do this?”

_____

The next night comes, and Ace asks to see you in the crow’s nest. You make your way up, surprised to see Luffy is there too. Your boyfriend gives you a big smile and waves as Ace stands next to him, a slight smirk on his face.

“What’s up?” You ask, cautiously approaching the two men.

Ace starts, “I know you asked for some tips before. I think Luffy and I have come up with a more hands-on solution.”

You flush as you notice how the crow’s nest is furnished. There are piles of pillows and blankets adorning the floorboards. Everything between you three looks so cozy, so soft. Your eyes flicker from the floor back up to Ace and Luffy.

“A um, h-hands-on solution you say…”

“Only if you want to.” Ace adds, “But Luffy said that he wants me to show him how to please you, and since you asked how to please him, I figured we could kill two birds with one stone, yeah?”

You chewed at your bottom lip. You had always found Luffy’s brother attractive, and now that you were presented with the opportunity of being with the two men at once, your head spun.

“Don’t you feel weird about this?”

“I was a bit at first, but Luffy reminded me that we’re not technically brothers,” Ace laughs, and Luffy plops down on the blankets, spreading out comfortably as he stares up at you.

“Come on,” Luffy motions for you to come close, “Lay down with me!”

You timidly step onto the blankets and kneel next to Luffy. Little did you know you’d be sealing your fate.

Luffy kisses your lips as soon as you’re in the makeshift bed. It’s messy, wild, and full of so much energy. Your head spins.

You hear Ace laugh from behind Luffy, and soon your lips separate, “Easy there. Why don’t you try a different approach?”

“Like how?” Luffy tilts his head as he turns to look at the older man.

Ace makes his way between you both, cupping your cheek, “You mind if I show him?”

“U-Um, you can…”

Ace laughs lowly before leaning in, pressing a softer kiss to your lips. He’s still very much in charge, though, kissing you with a particular passion and forcefulness. You gasp when he licks your bottom lip, asking for permission.

Luffy never did that.

You timidly opened your mouth, allowing Ace to explore your cavern. When he slides his tongue against your own, you moan, enjoying the feeling.

When he parts from you, Luffy speaks: “Ew, why would you wanna kiss with your tongue? Sounds gross.”

“Just try it,” Ace chuckles, scooting away from you, “It feels good.”

“‘Kay…” Luffy mumbles before cupping your face and leaning in to press his lips against yours. He’s still more passionate than Ace and slightly clumsy, but you can tell he’s trying to mimic his bond brother. Soon enough, he’s licking at your lips, and you open your mouth, allowing him to explore. 

Luffy slides his tongue up against yours, tasting you thoroughly. A soft moan escapes your mouth as he begins fucking it with his tongue, teasing your own. 

He keeps going until you need to break for air. You’re left breathless as you pull away, your spit connecting you two.

Luffy bites his lips, “You’re right, Ace. Does feel good…”

And before you can catch your breath, Luffy is back on you, kissing you with his newly acquired skills. He drags you onto his lap, and you gasp when you already feel something hard poking you.

Meanwhile, Ace’s breath is trapped in his throat. Watching you and Luffy make out was really hot. He couldn’t help but bite his lip as his cock twitched in his pants. He wanted nothing more than to take your lips again, but he knew his place; he was just the instructor.

Luffy immediately tugs at your dress’s hem, “Take it off, please?”

You laugh at his whining and slowly remove your dress, allowing your body to be visible. Ace swallows thickly; you are such a beautiful girl. Your curves were in all the right places, your skin seemed silky smooth, and your beautiful eyes looked up at Luffy with such innocence.

He’s lost in your body as Luffy struggles with your bra clasp. His groans of frustration cause Ace to snap out of his trance.

“Stupid thing-!” Luffy growls, and Ace laughs.

“Here, it’s like this.” And Ace masterfully undoes your bra with a single hand. You feel your core clench at the action.

“Ohhhh,” Luffy muses as your bra straps fall off your shoulders, allowing your bra to hit the floor, “Thanks, Ace!” 

Luffy immediately reaches for your tits, molding them in his hands. You squeal at the touch, and Ace laughs. 

“Sensitive, aren’t you?”

You flush, your eyes looking away from both Luffy and Ace.

“What should I do with ’em, Ace?” Luffy asks, looking up at the dark-haired man.

The older man only chuckles, “You kiss on ’em… suck ’em, like this…”

Ace leans forward and captures one of your nipples in his mouth, swirling his tongue slowly over your puckering nipples. He moans against your skin and takes your torso in his hands, softly rubbing your sides. You throw your head back, letting out soft whimpers as he pleases you.

He pulls away, your nipple popping out of his mouth. Luffy practically bounces in place, eager to get started. 

“I wanna try too!” And with that, your Captain lunges forward, taking your other nipple into his mouth. He sucks harshly at your breast, taking your other one into his hands. He tweaks and pulls at the nipple not in his mouth, and Ace bites his lip as he watches on, his own erection becoming unbearably painful.

He tries to touch himself sneakily, palming his erection in his shorts. You and Luffy don’t notice, though, as you’re too involved with each other. Luffy moans happily as he sucks on your nipples, nibbling them roughly as he gropes your other breast. Your eyes are shut tight, your head tossed back as you relish the feeling.

Ace sneaks behind you, abandoning his weeping erection for a moment to tug at your panties. You gasp as Ace pulls you away from Luffy, his arms holding you tight against his chest. You take off your panties, and Luffy stares, enamored by the sight of your slick folds.

Ace spreads your legs with one hand and slides his other between your legs, spreading your folds. Luffy licks his lips and immediately goes for your cunt, licking a long stripe from your hole to your clit.

“O-Oh, Luffy-!”

“Make sure you focus on that little ball at the top, Luff,” Ace instructs, his fingers still spreading you open so Luffy can enjoy his feast.

“Here?” Luffy questions innocently, flicking his tongue over your swollen clit roughly. You gasp sharply and arch your back, causing Ace to chuckle.

“Mhm, just like that,” Ace smirks before his hands find their way to your breasts, molding them and pulling at your nipples.

Okay, so he knew he was supposed to be the teacher, but he couldn’t resist you anymore. He could always excuse it as adding to your pleasure anyway.

Your eyes flutter shut as your sensitive parts are stimulated. With Ace pulling at your nipples and Luffy slobbering all over your clit, you weren’t sure if you could last long.

“Mmh,” Luffy moans, “Tastes good…”

You flush at the vulgar words that left his mouth, your legs starting to quiver.

“You okay?” 

Ace answers for you, “She’s getting close; keep going.”

Luffy dove in once again, sucking and slurping at your sensitive nub. You instinctively reach for his raven hair, pulling the young man into your cunt. Luffy groans at the action and eats you out with even more determination. 

“Fuck, Luffy-!” 

You squeal, gushing onto his tongue. The Captain moans heartily, tonguing your clit and sucking up all you had to give. 

Ace groans from behind and accidentally ruts against your ass, causing you to gasp. It was your first time noticing that he was erect as well.

But you don’t say anything about it.

Luffy sits up with a huge grin, “Was that good?”

“Of course,” you pant out, your head swimming as you attempt to ground yourself in reality. 

“Alright, let me teach you a few things, yeah?” Ace chuckles, his breath hot against your ear, 

You nod timidly, and Ace adjusts himself so he’s on his knees now, guiding you so you do the same. 

“Stand up, Luffy.” Ace commands and Luffy follows, getting the picture. The younger man starts to undo his pants and hastily removes them along with his underwear. His cock is red and throbbing, his shaft excitedly twitching in the air. You swallow and look to Ace for permission to touch.

“Go on and grab it. Not too rough, alright?”

You nod and grip Luffy from the base, making him jump. 

“Good, but more towards the tip, okay?” Ace suggests before taking your hand in his, guiding it to the flushed head, “And let’s start slow…”

Ace keeps your soft hand in his as he begins pumping Luffy’s cock. He flushes deeply as he realizes what he’s doing, but Ace swallows harshly; he was just helping, that was all.

“Y-You got it?” Ace asks, and you nod. He releases your hand, allowing you to take control now. Luffy’s thighs clench as you stroke the tip of his dick, streams of precum leaking out.

Luffy calls your name as he pants, “Feels… really good-!” 

“Why don’t you help him out?” Ace chuckles, “Look how he’s crying out for you.”

You glance between Ace and Luffy briefly before lowering your head, licking up all the precum that pooled at the top. 

Ace bit back a groan as his cock throbbed at the sight. Your blushing face and nervous tongue were too much, and the lewd sounds from Luffy’s mouth only added to the entire scene. 

“More-“ Luffy grunts, thrusting his hips impatiently, causing his slick head to rut against your cheek. 

Ace purrs, “Let’s give him more, yeah?”

You nod, and before you can say anything, Ace tucks your hair behind your ear and pushes your head forward. You moan as you take Luffy into your mouth, your tongue caressing the underside of his cock. He practically howls as you take him as deep as possible. Your eyes look up at your boyfriend, his own shut tight.

Ace moves your head back and forth, helping you bob your head on Luffy’s cock. He grunts under his breath, his own cock twitching as he wishes you were sucking him off too. But he settles for watching you.

“That’s it, make sure you drool around him too; guys like it sloppy like that…” Ace moans, pulling your hair back as he guides your head.

“Y-Yeah,” Luffy’s voice cracks, “‘Like it when it’s all wet… hnn, shit-“ 

The Captain’s hips snap forward, his cock fucking your throat with Ace still controlling your head. You felt like a toy, so easily manipulated by these two men.

“Use your hands too,” Ace suggests, and you place your hands around what you can’t fit in your mouth, “Twist your hand when you suck him in.”

Luffy’s moan catches in his throat as he throws his head back, “F-Feels so good-! I might-“

Ace pulls your head off Luffy’s cock, and you’re left panting, a singular string of spit connecting your tongue to his throbbing shaft. Luffy almost cums from your lewd face alone.

“That was close, huh?” Ace chuckles. 

Though, his erection is getting more bothersome. It throbs uselessly in his underwear as he watches on, and he’s not sure how much more he can take. 

But an idea pops into his head. 

“Alright, last lesson,” he wets his lips, “Time to show you how to fuck a girl.”

Luffy’s eyes light up, “Oooh, okay!”

You look at Ace with a dark flush on your cheeks, and he smiles that charming smile of his, “That is if your girlfriend is okay with that…”

You bite your lip, “I-If it’s to show Luffy, then… it’s okay.”

Ace smirks, “Of course.”

The older man repositions himself so he’s no longer behind you but in front of you on his knees like you are. Luffy is behind him, still standing, watching intently. 

“Here,” Ace starts, gently laying you down, “You’re gonna want to treat her like a princess. But…” 

Ace makes quick work of unbuttoning his shorts and sliding out of them and his underwear. His cock bobs excitedly in the air, the tip flushed bright red. You don’t miss how precum leaks from his frustrated cock. 

“Make sure you ask how she wants to be fucked too. Even though you’re supposed to be gentle with girls, they sometimes like to be fucked like whores.”

You gasp at his words and whimper when he slides his swollen, wet head over your folds. 

“So tell me,” he smirks, “How do you want to be fucked?”

Your lips tremble, “Hard.”

Luffy scrambles to your side, sitting beside your head, “Don’t worry, Ace will do it right! And then I’ll try to do it even better!”

Ace chuckles, “Mm, we’ll see…”

With that, Ace pushes in, and you gasp at the stretch. He’s thick, making your hole adjust to his girth. 

“Oh, she’s tight-“ he hisses, lowering his head, “Feels really good-“

He lets out a drawn-out moan as he pushes inside, your walls clenching and pulsing around him. 

“N-Now, Luffy,” Ace starts, his voice trembling as he bottoms out, “You’re gonna want to aim for her g-spot, okay? That means you have to angle your hips up.”

As if testing the waters, Ace pulls out slowly before pushing back inside. Your eyes flutter shut, and you throw your head back. Luffy looks at you in awe, watching your face scrunch and contort in pleasure. 

“Her g-spot?” Luffy questions, tilting his head. 

“M-Mhm-“Ace stutters, already lost in your wetness, “you’ll know it when you feel it. It’ll make her feel really good.”

Luffy hums before looking back at where your body and Ace’s connected. 

“And you’re gonna want to be romantic still. Hold her hand while you fuck her.” Ace says, his own hand reaching for your right one. Luffy follows suit, taking your left hand in his. 

“Alright,” Ace starts, “Just watch for a bit; you’ll pick up fast.”

The older man takes your hip in his free hand, angling your hips upward before slamming in. You sharply gasp as he hits that sensitive spot within you dead on. 

Ace felt like a piece of shit for disguising his horniness as simple instruction, but fuck, you felt so good. It had been a while since he had sex, and you were perfect. The way your pussy wrapped around his cock, how your breasts jiggled as he pounded you, your cute voice gasping as he slammed in- it was all perfect. 

“Does it feel good?” Luffy asked, his hand tightening around your own.

“Yes-!” Your eyes roll back, “Yes, he feels so good, Luffy!”

Luffy stares, watching Ace snap his hips forward as if his life depended on it. The younger man then reaches for your clit, rubbing it slowly in circles, “And it feels better when I do this, right? ’Cause I wanna help too…”

You nod dumbly, “It feels good, Luffy… K-Keep rubbing it-!”

Luffy’s fingers speed up, and you toss your head back, drool escaping your lips as Ace’s cock hammers into you, hitting that spot that makes your toes curl.

“Oh, you’re so wet-” Ace grits his teeth, “L-Luffy, make sure you… tell her how good she feels when you fuck her-“

Luffy nods eagerly, watching on.

The older man leans in close, his eyes locking with yours as his raspy voice meets your ears, “Mn, I wish I could fuck this little pussy of yours all the time. You’re so fucking wet and tight. Luffy’s really lucky…”

Your face glows with embarrassment at the man’s words, “A-Ace-”

His cock throbs inside you as his hips don’t let up, his cock’s head slamming into your most sensitive parts. Your chest rises and falls as he plunges into your pussy with great force. You cry out, legs seizing as he penetrates your depths.

“Mm, okay, I think I got it, Ace!” Luffy exclaims, and Ace’s hips stutter.

Shit, he was hoping he could cum from this, but he knew better than to push his luck.

Reluctantly, he pulls out of your heavenly pussy, leaving you to throb around nothing. You whined at the loss.

“Take a crack at it, Luff.”

Ace moves aside, releasing your hand. Luffy does the same, positioning himself between your legs. He rubs his pink tip over your slit before shoving himself inside, causing you to moan loudly.

“S-So- warm-!” He moans, tossing his head back, desperately humping your cunt, “O-Oh, it’s really wet, like your mouth was!”

Ace grabs your hand as he takes Luffy’s previous position. Luffy has his hands on your waist, his strokes pummeling your insides. 

Ace reaches between your legs with his free hand and spreads your lips, “Watch it go in and out of her…”

Luffy looks down, his eyes lidded as he watches his cock disappear inside you, “Feel the wet stuff… going down my balls- there’s so much…!”

You bit your lip at his obscene words, wet smacking sounds echoing throughout the room.

Luffy makes a lustful noise as his vision starts to grow hazy. He’s utterly pussy drunk already, fucking you recklessly. Your poor cervix would be bruised in the morning, but you didn’t care; you just wanted Luffy to fuck you.

“I-I’m gonna- “Luffy starts, “I’m gonna-!”

“Pull out- “Ace warns, and Luffy obeys, his cock angrily bouncing in the cool air. Luffy lets out a drawn-out whine.

“Aceeeee,” he pouts, “I was close! Why did I have to stop?”

“Because,” Ace smirks, “You gotta make her cum from your cock. Here…”

Ace shuffles so that he’s behind Luffy. The younger man looks behind him and blushes slightly when a large hand wraps around his base, guiding him to your folds.

“Tease her like this,” Ace bites his lip, dragging Luffy’s soaked tip over your clit, “Back and forth…”

Your legs tighten as Luffy’s head swipes over your needy clit, stimulating you slightly. You begin to squirm, and Ace laughs a bit.

“Now, let’s try it again…” Ace angles Luffy’s cock so it prods at your hole, and Luffy gets the message, taking your hips in his hands and dragging you forward, impaling you on his cock.

Luffy spreads your legs apart, allowing him to reach even deeper inside. 

“Remember, angle upwards,” Ace grabs Luffy’s hips and angles him just right, causing your eyes to roll back as Luffy resumes his hectic pace.

“So tight-!” Luffy grits his teeth as he fucks you like a wild beast, chasing his high while trying to get you off.

Luffy pants, throwing his head snack as he squeezes his eyes shut, “Can’t- Cant get enough! You feel so good! Wanna do this all the time now-“

To your surprise, Luffy pulls out, turns you around, and pushes you onto your knees before shoving your face into the pillows.

“Wanna do it like this-“ He growls, before forcing himself back inside, “Want to fuck you, just like this!”

You gasp loudly as suddenly his cock smashes your cervix. Your eyes look to the heavens as he shoves his cock inside, battering your womb.

“L-Luffy!”

“Take it all-!” He growls, slamming into you with a force you had never experienced.

Ace’s cock can’t take being neglected anymore. He sits to the side, watching you both, and doesn’t even bother hiding his newly busy hand. He bites his lip, freckled cheeks flushed as he watches Luffy fuck you from behind.

He was so jealous. He wanted to pound you with all that he had too. He wanted to ram into your deepest depths and make you squeal.

But all he could do was fuck his hand.

Ace watches on, your moans and squeals getting him riled up. His cock desperately throbbed, wanting nothing more than to be back inside your warmth. But he simply watched on, licking his lips as Luffy absolutely destroyed you.

And soon enough, your words cut through the lewd sounds.

“I-I’m cumming!” You moan out, “L-Luffy, I-I’m-!”

Luffy doesn’t slow down; he continues assaulting your tight folds until he bursts, filling you with a cracked moan. His warmth shooting inside triggers your orgasm, your cream coating his shaft as he thrusts in and out.

Ace grunts, his orgasm approaching quickly. He speeds up his hand so he won’t be left in the dust, and soon enough, he’s cumming after you both.

The room is silent save for your combined ragged breaths. Luffy eventually pulls out, his cum leaking out of your hole. He, with shaky hands, guides his tip back to your entrance and shallowly thrusts in and out, stuffing you full.

Ace laughs breathlessly, “Good, make sure none of it goes to waste…”

Luffy laughs gently along with him.

[wolfgirlguts]

Tagging this fatal because we all know what happens next. A little snippet about me singling out my next meal. Degradation and threats of suffering ahead.

Culling

It was the third time I caught her looking at me that sealed her fate. She tried to hide it, play it off. She looked down at her drink, swirled the ice with her straw, face red. She sensed me getting closer, those big ears flicking, a little shiver down her spine as I came up beside her at the bar. Adorable.

My mouth was watering already.

I didn't waste any time playing coy. Before either of us said a word I was breathing in her scent, a heady mix of fear and arousal, a cocktail more potent than anything served here. "You know it's impolite to stare," I said as I grasped her firm rump. She nearly spilled her drink.

"I-I'm sorry," she squeaked out, looking up at me with those big doe eyes.

"Mm, no you're not," I replied, before prying her fingers off her glass and pulling it away from her. I threw it back in one gulp. "You were hoping I'd come over here. Part of you was, anyway. Bet you're feeling conflicted now, huh?"

"Hey, why did you-rrk!"

She shook more as I took her jaw in my hand, tilting her head this way and that in the lurid light. "I like my food sober. Too much booze and it'll numb the pain. That's cheating. There's only one way you're getting sloshed tonight." She really was a looker. Tall for a doe, a little on the slim side, but with shapely thighs that begged for my teeth.

She squirmed in my grip, but the flush never faded from her face. "So you're really. . . I mean, we're-"

"Ohhhh my god," I said, rolling my eyes. "You always take this long to get to the point? Yes, tonight I'm having venison. I don't know what's not getting through that thick skull of yours. You clearly had a deathwish, the way you kept trying to bore your way down into my guts with your eyes." She was light, too. Shoving her down on the bar was laughably easy. I pinned her hands above her head, licking my chops at the way her chest strained her tight top.

"Wait, right here?" She yelped, turning an even brighter red. She frantically looked at the other patrons around, many of whom were pretending not to see the spectacle we were creating right in front of them. Not all, though. Good, glad at least a few of them appreciated quality entertainment when it was served up for free. "Y-You're not going to take me somewhere more . . . private?"

"What, like a date? Don't flatter yourself. You think I'm going to cut my night short for you? I've got places to be after this. I'm taking time out of my schedule to end you, you ungrateful slut. Now shut your trap. I'm getting tired of your voice. The only thing you've got in you that's worth hearing is screams."

I watched her whole body tremble again, so I leaned in and inhaled her once more, dragging my tongue up her neck. The scent of her need was so much stronger now. Almost too pungent to bear. I dipped a paw down the front of her shorts and wasn't surprised in the least to feel she was wet. "Knew it. Just another dumb bitch who's too horny to live. You're lucky I need the calories."

[quills-of-freedom]

Pole Position 🏁👯‍♂️

The race to win your attention & affection

Porco Edition 📖

Female Bodied Reader X Porco

I'm going to turn all of these into fics with characters, because well I can and I want to.

Next: Jean (Just for you lovely who requested more Jean <3 )

Upcoming: Reiner, Eren, Levi & any requested.

Based off my headcanons you can read here

CHARACTERS WHO AREN'T PORCO MAY BE OUT OF CHARACTER FOR THIS FIC

Tag list:🐙

@greeniegreengreen @dreamerdeity @XOYOURONLYAMORRXO @koo-detat @5feetofwrath @lilshades @setangel

Also @eddiesbongwater I know you're not on a tag list, but you'll want to read this based on your comment earlier :') <3

Warnings: Erotic dancing. Smut. 18+ only. Alcohol consumption.

My old dancing playlist for the mood 🔥

"ID please."

The gruff-looking bouncer standing out in the warm glow of neon lights looks like he'd had a rough night - his expression not the best pleased nor did it sound like it was going to get any better, as a fight breaks out across the street at another club.

Porco's head swivels to watch the ruckus as his driving licence is being read, three bouncers all diving on the two men who were throwing fists. Seemed a little bit of an overkill - but hey, Porco doesn't know what else they'd seen within the sin that was carved into these streets. Various music from different establishments boomed and pumped, the vibrations travelling through the pavement and into his feet as the bounce nods.

"No trouble. No touching."

Porco enters and waits as his friends get their identification verified. The music coming from the floor upstairs told him that's where all the action was, so he took this time to pull out his phone.

His heart sank a little when he hadn't yet gotten a reply from you; his earlier text enquiring if you were out in town that night.

She's probably asleep. It's 2am after all.

He reasons even if he's slightly intoxicated, shuffling over to the counter to pay for entry once his little posse had gained access.

With a small sigh of defeat, Porco begins to ascend the stairs. He knew the chances of you being out tonight were slim, but he didn't want to take any chances. He made sure he wore his most expensive cologne, his favourite shirt and that his hair was immaculate. Porco got a lot of attention when he was out, but there was only one woman who had stuck the flag of interest into his heart. And his dick.

As the music grew louder with each step, so did his excitement. They did his favourite whisky here and it'll give him a break while his friends go for their dances.

"You gonna get a dance this time, Pock?" Eren sneers, drunkenly putting his arm around his neck.

"Nah, it's not my thing. I'll watch you make a fool of yourself though."

Eren lets out a chuckle. "No different to any other day then, huh Jean?"

"Shut up Eren." Jean rolls his eyes as they climb.

"At least you didn't jizz in your pants like Floch did that time." Connie notes, the group's laughter erupting but then being drowned out as they open the doors and enter the main room.

The group walks up to the bar, being eyed immediately by dancers - it was always better when attractive men came in and boy was this group full of lookers.

"I'll get this one." Porco calls over the music as he flags down the bartender.

Eren turns and leans against the bar his eyes scanning the room that is brimming with gorgeous, half-naked women. "Why couldn't Floch come out, again?"

"He said he had work in the morning." Connie replied, head close to Eren's ear so he could be heard better. "Bullshit me thinks."

"Yeah, probably." Eren nods, catching the eye of a dancer walking by in her kitten heals. "Hey --"

Porco turns around with the tray of drinks to see the group were already at a table with some women. Don't waste any time guys. He thinks, turning back around to the bar tender. "Better add four more shots on here for the ladies."

It wasn't long before Eren, Jean and Connie were gone from the table getting their private dances, leaving Porco alone with his now female escort.

"Sorry, I don't wanna waste your time but I'm not after a dance tonight." He leans into her neck, making himself more audible.

"Oh that's a shame, honey. Isn't there any girl here who takes your fancy?"

"What, do you have a catalogue?" He jokes.

She places her hand on his large arm as she laughs at his dumb joke, professionalism at a high standard.

"Unless you have someone with (your hair colour) and the most beautiful (your eye colour) eyes you've ever seen, then no. Sorry, I don't think there would be."

"I'll see what I can do." She hums, getting to her feet. "Thanks for the drink, sweetie."

Porco nods, bringing his glass to his lips. He's just happy to be alone for a moment, checking his phone once more. Nothing.

"Get a grip." He whispers to himself in annoyance.

His self indulgence didn't last long as Connie comes over, face flushed red and a red lipstick mark on his cheek.

"That was fast." Porco noted.

"Yeah I uh... I was getting a little too wound up."

Porco lets out a laugh, handing Connie a tequila. "Here, that'll help."

"Mention you're military and they go wild." Connie blows out his cheeks, preparing himself for the searing liquid he was about to ingest.

"Hey girl." Your work friend struts over. "There's someone over by the side wall who mentioned he'd like someone who had your hair and eyes. Maybe it's worth going over and see if you can milk him dry - he's being tight with dances."

"Oh?" You frown, curious peering over to the other side of the large, crowded room. Your lips part when you catch a glimpse of Porco in his chair, laughing at Connie who just choked on his shot, spitting it everywhere.

Oh my god.

Reaching inside your purse you check your phone to find three unread texts.

"Hey, we're on leave now a few of us are going out. You out with Mikasa or Sasha tonight?" "We're in Blue bamboo if you are!" "Come ouuuuut."

Your heartrate increases and those beautiful butterflies start fluttering within you. Things have been wonderfully weird with Porco recently, having both been getting closer and spending more alone time away from your friend group.

"How do I look?" You ask, fluffing your hair.

"Gorgeous. Go get him." Your friend smiles as you take a deep breath and begin walking over to your friends in your heals.

Connie is still spluttering when he sees you first. Porco is taking a drink and looking down at his phone when Connie frantically chokes some more, pointing at you and patting Porco's arm.

"What, Nimrod?" Porco laughs, looking at his friend to see if he's still breathing. His gaze follows his pointed finger to you, his jaw slacking.

Error 404 is all that's in his brain as you flash your beautiful smile, taking a seat next to them.

"Hey, sorry I've just now seen your texts." You explain, totally ignoring Connie who is now quietly dying and trying to catch his breath.

"Wh- wha? What are you doing here?" Porco stutters, not knowing how to feel or how to react. An etch of rosy pink was colouring in the bridge of his nose, trying his best to keep his eyes on your head; you were showing a lot of flesh.

"It's great money." You shrug. "Saving for that new car. You know the one I have now is on its way out."

It was true. Only last week you'd called him to pick you up as it had conked out just before the highway. He came to your rescue, gladly.

Without looking at him, Porco starts to give Connie a couple of whacks on his back as he seemed to still be drowning in his alcohol.

"I mean, yeah sure but..."

He doesn't know how to respond. It's not like he has anything against someone working here but... it's you. He doesn't want you around shady people. He's fully aware of the shit some guys give the dancers.

Connie finally catches his breath. Before he can comment, Porco is on his feet and gently pulling you up by your arm.

"What time is your shift over?" He mutters in your ear with a frown.

"Whenever I like."

"Okay, I'm taking you home when you decide to finish up."

"You've been drinking."

"We'll get a cab. There's something I want to talk to you about."

"Hey, y/n!" Connie waves, leaning down to see you past Porco's large form.

"Is it important?" You ask, flickering your gaze to Connie's dumb smile and giving him a little wave.

"It is to me." His frown tugs deeper.

"Then of course." You reply, heart-tugging at how his eyes were pleading at you. "But one last dance... come on, it's on the house."

"Wh-what"

You pull him towards the booths, Connie gawping like an idiot fish out of water.

Porco went along with it after a few moments, thinking you were going to sit him down and prank him or something. There's no way you'd give him a dance. Right?

Right?

You sit him down, closing the curtain over the door way. The music was a little quieter here so it was easier to hear what the other was saying. Or in Porco's case, easier to hear the hammering in his head as you turn to face him in your sexy clothing, your hair done to perfection, flashing him come-to-bed eyes like something from a dirty dream.

Of course, that would explain it. It was just a dream. He'd wake up soon, alone in his apartment.

You begin to sway your hips to the music, Porco gripping the arms of the chair, sinking his fingers pretty deep within the faux leather, his jaw tensing.

A heavier song begins to play and the strobe light begins to flicker, making it look as if you're moving in frames as you throw your hair back to match the new song's rhythm, your back bending elegantly, your long-heeled legs lifting and swinging to the side.

Porco is mentally and physically blown away as he watches your goddess-like form move like liquid smoke to the music, the strobe stopping and suddenly your face was really close to his, your breath blanketing his neck.

"Ah ~" he gasps involuntarily, his chest heaving as you press yourself against him and slide down his body through his splayed legs, giving his shirt a nip with your teeth on the way down.

That pink etch has spread into a full crimson face, trying his damned hardest to tame his stirring beast as you place your head down by his crotch, placing your hand above his groin and sucking your thumb, gorgeous eyes flickering up at his, making it look like you were sucking his fat cock.

The months and years of yearning for you peaked in this moment, his brain unable to rein in control of his now quickly hardening dick, a staggered breath escaping his vocals.

You feel movement under your wrist and forearm as you then stand, turning around and sitting your beautiful ass down on his crotch, grinding your hips up against him, feeling his size as it grows and hardens.

A flush of heat rushes down you knowing Porco was getting hard for your form.

"Sh--it..." He hisses, eyes wide and insane as he watches your movements, hands gluing to your hips.

You stand up and place yourself back near his face. "No touching, Porco. I thought you'd have more self-control...I'm disappointed."

His eyes rapidly search yours, still blown away into the realms of awe.

You reach behind yourself, about to free your perfect breasts, when Porco stops you, leaning forward and putting his face close to yours, his eyes darting from your eyes and lips.

"No... you're coming to my place." He breathes into you, sending heat crashing and rolling over you. "I can't hold back much more..."

"So, how was it?" You both hear a girl exit the booth area as you wrap up your dance.

"Hey, are you uh... you're single right? We should go o-out sometime..." Jean is heard whimpering pathetically, voice breaking as if he were going through awkward puberty all over again.

Your eyes meet with Porco's before you both erupt into laughter.

"Come on, get changed." He orders, getting to his feet.

Porco had waited for you outside in the fresh air as you got dressed and cashed-in.

"So, how much did you make?" He asked as you take his arm, starting your journey to the taxi-rank.

"Well, it's ten for every three minutes in a dance." You explain. "I started at ten, it's now what... 3am? I made 800 in five hours, including tips of course."

"Jesus." A small laugh escapes him. "Are they hiring?"

You laugh at his dumb joke. Not because you were at work, trying to get money from him. But because this is Porco. You cared deeply for him and his dumb little jokes. You were so comfortable around him it was as if you'd known each other all of your lives, when really it'd only been a couple of years.

All it takes is that one special person to pull you from the depths of sin and seduction. Why would you want to seduce others when you have the perfect man waiting for you at home? For money? Each to their own, but you were more than happy to -

Woah. You stop your thoughts. I'm thinking as if we're together. We're not a couple.

"Do you want a drink or anything?" He offers as you step into his apartment, relishing the thick scent of him within the room.

"No, I'm good thanks."

"You'll need one..." he breathes, immediately grabbing the back of your neck and pulling your lips to his. The door had barely closed behind him when he pounced, the sounds of smacking kisses in the air as he pushes your form against the door with his body, pinning you there.

"Porco~!" You gasp in pleasant surprise.

"Your name, I'm crazy about you." He confesses, pulling his head away.

"Is this what you wanted to talk about?"

He nods, eyes lowering back to your lips. "Yeah..."

It takes a second for it all to sink in. You didn't expect him to move so quick.

"D-do you not want... this? M-me?" His voice waivers, devastation awaiting him if you rejected his feelings for you.

You answer him by closing the gap between you, your fingers running through his thick strands. His pleased grunt and furrowed expression enough of a cue to indicate his joy in your answer.

The tip of his nose folds back a little as he kisses you while simultaneously trying to lead you to his bedroom, multi-tasking not being the best skill he has.

He stumbles, tripping over his own feet. A mixture of nerves, excitement and the little bit of alcohol he's had tipped him off balance. With a hiss of annoyance, he scoops you up, bridal style, into his arms, carrying you towards his room.

His cologne pleasantly chokes your senses, your mouth softly kissing his wide, muscular neck as he moves, his eyes now heavy-lidded as he makes haste to his large bed.

Closing the door with his socked foot, he places you down gently on the bed before immediately mounting you, pushing you back with his deep kisses. He laughs softly as his mouth moves to your neck, tickling you slightly and making you giggle. He's just over-joyed you feel the same and he finally gets to have you like this. Sliding your tongue into his mouth, your fingers hastily unbutton his shirt, his solid pecks and abs becoming bare and the sight alone was enough to get you hot and bothered.

His needing hands pawed you wherever they could, hungrily grasping your thighs, your ass, your breasts... anything he could claim, he would touch.

"You're so perfect ~" He sings in whisper, before his teeth nip at your earlobe.

You'd hardly done anything yet and Porco was already a mess at your mercy. His face was flush; his hair sticking at odd and end places, his chest heaving and eyes were already glazed with the predatory gaze of feral lust.

You push his open shirt down over his large arms, his eagerness is apparent as his fingers begin fumbling with his belt to feel free of his constrictions.

You both freeze when the sound of the front door opens with a loud slam; Eren and Jean's laugh loud and booming down the hall.

"Oh shit." Porco spits, hanging his head. "I forgot I said they could crash here tonight."

"It's okay..." You swallow through your heavy breaths, nodding.

"Stay right here..." He instructs softly, leaving a soft kiss on your forehead before he goes to leave.

He then stops at the door, hand on the wall with his head bowed.

"Are you oka-" You begin.

"Yeah." His vocals are pulled tight. "Just... pulling myself together."

Just as those words left his lips, the loud sound of someone puking could be heard.

"That'll do it." He fumes, flying out of the door.

"Who's bright idea was it to give Connie half-pint Springer tequila?!" Jean could be heard from within the bathroom.

"...My bad." Porco grimaces as now the sound of the toilet flushing rung out down the hall.

You frantically begin to smooth down your clothes and clear your throat as you hear footsteps padding towards the bedroom, and you knew Porco was helping Jean with Connie.

Eren appeared in the doorway, his head looking down the hall towards the living room, full arm over his eyes.

"Your name, are you decent? You want some pizza?"

"Get out of my room, Eren!"

You stand, laughing and accepting defeat. "Yeah you can look, doofus."

Wrangling three drunken men while sober was a task in itself; Connie placed on the floor with a blanket over him passed out, and turned onto his side; Porco's unused salad bowl near his head - just in case.

Jean and Eren were on the three-seater and you were snuggled up on the loveseat with Porco, a blanket covering you both as you watched TV and ate pizza with your friends. The lights were out and the various flashing colours from the TV encased the five of you snuggly. Your legs were draped over Porco's and his large palm sat on your thigh, his thumb lazily running in circles on your skin.

"How did you know I was here?" You ask Eren.

"Connie told us... right before he -"

"Right before he projectiled across the entire table, and we got kicked out." Jean finished his sentence. "You shoulda seen it, your name. World record for sure."

"Ah, I feel bad now." Porco mutters.

"It woulda happened either way." Jean waved his hand dismissively without looking away from the glow of the TV.

"Speaking of 'woulda's' sounds like you were a little smitten back there with Roxy, huh?" You tease.

Porco gives your leg a squeeze as a laugh emits from his throat.

"What?!" Jean's face glows within the darkness, contrasting against the screen.

Eren chortled; "Happens every time we go in."

Porco took the time to take in the moment after the movie to drink in his current level of happiness. You'd fallen asleep with your head against his still bare chest, your skin warm and soft. Connie was still away in the realms of debauchery, he hadn't moved since he was placed there, his snores gaining in volume told Porco it was time to go to bed. Eren and Jean were now asleep too, Jean's head hanging back off the couch arm and Eren curled up like a puppy at the other end of the sofa.

With a deep sigh, Porco silently cherished his friends and now, his new girlfriend, picking you up with ease making you stir.

"C'mon sleeping beauty." He whispers. "Let's get you to bed."

He takes the long way around the couch, looping by Jean to push his head up with his foot - he'd have the world's stiffest neck in the morning if he just left him that way.

As he got you into bed, his eyes darted over to his digital clock on his bedside. 5:30am

The sun will be coming up soon.

Stripping his trousers down to his underwear, he climbs into bed with you with a deep sigh. Sure he didn't get to fuck you. But he's just so happy you felt the same. His large arms wrap around your form and he buries his head into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent.

"mmm..." You hum sleepily, pressing your ass against his crotch and slowly rubbing yourself against him.

"H-hey, you should sleep." He laughs nervously, any and all effects of alcohol now out of his system.

You reply by simply grabbing his hand and sliding it up your dress onto your bare breast.

He chokes on his own saliva for a moment, taking a short intake of breath before coughing.

"I want you, Porco..." You hum into the pillow before turning to face him, your eyes blinking at him beautifully.

"Yeah?" His eyebrow arches, planting a kiss onto your mouth. "You... want me to make you feel good, huh?"

You nod, his mouth still glued to yours, only removing to speak. His hand glides up your thigh and to your panties, warm hand placing itself onto your covered bloom, his palm now slowly rubbing it with trembling movements.

His mouth moves down to your neck. "mmm... let me... make you feel... good, baby..."

He pulls your dress up and over your head, his brow becoming more sewn together as he takes in your near-naked form.

"Porco, make me yours..." You plead still fired up from your frictions earlier.

"Oh, I will..." He smirks, tearing the cloth down your legs. "Besides, you're already mine now, anyway."

Still laying on your sides he grips the underside of your thigh, lifting up your leg as he snakes down the bed, his tongue lapping the length of your slit.

"Ah ~!" Your eyes clasp shut as he begins to sensually and slowly make out with your sex, your toes curling as he groans into you.

"W-we'll have to s-stay quiet...~" You remind him.

Porco didn't care, of course. Fuck his friends waking up. He had you and he was going to ruin you.

Your claws grip his hair as he pinpoints your clitoris, fiery jolts of electricity shooting through your entirety as he relentlessly invades it with his warm, textured tongue. Your hips jerk a little while he leaves your thigh suspended in the air, his fingers now sliding inside of you with a beautiful fullness.

You hum, you gasp, you sing with whispers as he works you, finally having Porco Galliard feeling beyond wonderful as he curves his fingers and hooking into you, pulling on your sweet spot.

You wonder with awe where he'd learned all this - you knew him well enough now to know he didn't get much action. Not that he couldn't, the ladies loved him. He just for whatever reason, chose not too. You'd figured he was one of those who didn't really chase anyone until he had built up feelings for them.

You'd seen him once on a date with some woman not long after you first met, but nothing seemed to have come of that.

Little did you know, Porco fell for you at first sight and he couldn't carry the guilt of continuing something with someone else while he was simmering into a boil for you - not having anyone since.

Porco tears himself away, his balls swollen from the accidental teasing early, on top of the purposeful lap dance you'd given him. His dick throbbed and was weeping, crying to be pushed snuggly into you as he pushes you by your ass so you were lying now on your other side.

Taken by surprise at his assertiveness, you figured he was beyond the realm of his shyness by how fired up he was feeling as he circled his head at your entrance. His fingertips dig into your ass cheeks as he pushes himself inside of you, the resistance of your tight insides making him groan and hiss, his hips immediately beginning to pound into you.

Your voice is lost and your eyes roll as his fat fullness pushes its way eagerly deep within your core, his erratic panting like music to your ears.

"N'ah ~ ah... N'uh..." he wimpers. "You feel so good, your name... ah, ah, ah..."

He pulls out to pull your leg open so he's now in between your splayed legs, and not just behind your gorgeous rump. Without a word he grabs your hips and returns to his thrusts, pulling you down by your waist like you were his sex doll, your tits bouncing beautifully with each hard pound.

You could scarcely describe the pleasure that was flowing through you, your insides flexing and tensing with glee as you watch his gorgeous, sculpted form work you, his abs rolling and the tops of his cheeks etched blood red. His muscular broad shoulders roll and flex with each pull of your body, his expression of amazement and awe not once leaving his face.

He's spoilt for choice as he now throws you firmly yet carefully around on to your front, the slick sounds of your soaked and puffy lips echoing throughout the room as he nestles back into you, his lips caressing the back of your neck in between his heavy breaths and whimpers.

"Your name... shit, ah..."

"Porco, I'm getting close." You inform him, your hands gripping the sheets for dear life as you feel the building wave beneath you, rolling higher with each push of his delicious cock.

He whimpers loudly at the news, picking up the pace and grabbing handfuls of anything he could from this position, mainly your hips and ass.

You gasp as he exits you, once again pulling you around onto your back, his hasted movements and trembling arms placing your legs over his shoulders, dipping himself back within you, this time much deeper than before.

You cry out as he grazes your cervix, the patterns of your internal spasms becoming more erratic as you near your end - the golden feeling of it going to be huge as it just keeps building from beneath the surface.

"I want you to look at me when you come undone." He smirks, face flushed red and his lids heavy. "Look at me while I take you into heaven, baby."

All you can do is nod as he keeps dipping himself deeply within, the feeling so full, it was almost like he was in your throat too.

"I'm close ~ N'ahw..." His pitch heightens and his eyes plead at you.

You orgasm so hard, your vision is black as you turn deaf, blind and dumb, swirling weightless in the void, your entire body tingling and sheer pleasured euphoria bombards and assaults your body from every angle, Porco crying out loudly from somewhere beyond your veil of dark fog, circling the drain of insanity as your nails sink harshly into his arms. Your back arches, still not back within your body as your silent scream is deafening, legs trembling at Porco's mercy. The orgasm begins to leave after what feels like a short eternity, your vision returning as Porco's thick, hot mess is still erupting into you, his high pitched whines almost pathetic in the sexiest way possible, his grip on you certainly going to leave marks as he tumbles down his own rabbit hole of pure, undiluted bliss.

He wheezes and pants as he falls down onto you, his sloppy and desperate kisses covering your lips, cheek and neck.

"Ah ~ shit... your name... that was..."

He'd not had sex since he'd met you and if he had to wait all that time again for another orgasm that powerful, he sure fucking would - his eyes watering and flushed face rubbing into your neck.

"Ah ~ god I love you..." He whines.

He'd filled you up so full, it was already beginning to leak with his thick, goopy seed even though he was still plugged up within you.

"I love you too, baby..." Your voice is barely audible, your empty stare into the ceiling evident that your brain was still suffering from its short circuit.

"Oh Porco, I'm sorry..." You then whisper, noticing the nail marks in his skin.

"What? Oh... don't worry about it." He pants, the biggest, dumbest grin spreading across his face. "War wounds, huh?"

"Shut up." You laugh, playfully hitting your love.

[thekuraning]

Opening Line Patterns

Rules: List the first line of your last 10 (or however many you have) posted fics and see if there's a pattern!

Picking this up from @isleofair >:3

I have cheated a LITTLE EENSIE TEENIE WEENIE BIT by doing the first complete full sentence after any dialogue... which was only two fics... so is it really cheating...?

Moving on in a Maelstrom (Tiger & Bunny, Tiger/Bunny)

It was midday when the familiar alert jingled over the big TV.

The Lightning Incident (Pokemon, Sycamore/Lysandre) i swear im going to finish this one this year ok

They're standing together at a remote bus stop in Johto's sweltering summer weather on their way towards the northern mountains, and Augustine is going to fucking die.

Who We Don't Expect to See (Pokemon, Faba & Nanu)

It all started when Lusamine approached Faba that morning in the break room on one of the upper floors of Aether Paradise.

The Annual HeroTV Ugly Sweater Party (Tiger & Bunny, Yuri/DDR)

The holidays are a time for many things: friends, family, good food, good times.

When the Flames Burn Away (Tiger & Bunny, Kotetsu & Yuri)

They sit together in an out-of-the-way cafe in North Silver. It's surreal.

With the Day So Warm (Pokemon, Proton/Petrel)

It was rare that Proton ever got the chance to take a vacation.

UnBlinking (Pokemon, Looker & Nanu)

”Hey Masato, would you mind closing up for me tonight?” Masato looked up just in time to catch the set of keys Izumi threw across the bar at him.

Help! My Blorbos are Revolting! (Pokemon, Kura & Proton)

The thing about writing is it doesn't always go where you expect it.

Rooftops in Summer (Pokemon, Sycamore&Lysandre)

Getting ahold of Augustine could be tricky most days, and it had always been like that for as long as Lysandre had known him.

Zubat Fangs and Ditto Slime (Pokemon, Proton/Petrel)

"Di Mercurio." There was hardly any movement in the waiting room. Some idle chatter between admins, but no one stood.

So it seems to me my pattern is I am always starting by announcing the time or the location lol. "on vacation" counts as both a time and a location ok

IM TAGGING EVERY MUTUAL WHO WRITES THINGS TO POST ONLINE @bedruil @ourlordapollo @lunadademon14 @hallowforest ESPECIALLY but also uhhhh uhhhh any of yall who wanna do it too!!! we don't even have to be mutuals, if u see this, U HAVE BEEN TAGGED

[sevenf1ng3rs]

His Burden: Chapter 17

Chapter 17: Hey baby, I'm home

A Few Days Later

"Hey baby, I'm home," Namjoon says, walking through the door of his apartment. These days you've been at his apartment almost more than you've been at your own, coming back from work and spending your nights with him most days.

"Hey babe, I'm making dinner," you say, calling out to him from the kitchen.

Namjoon takes his shoes off and walks towards the kitchen, wrapping his arms around your back and watching you cook. You let him cling to you as you work, stepping with you as you move around the kitchen. You love his company, but eventually, you have to elbow him off after he takes one too many pieces of food, eating them straight out of the pan. He now sits across from you on the counter, eyeing the food as you speak,

"There's something I've been meaning to talk to you about," you say to him, eyes trained on the pan, hiding your anxiety.

"Oh yeah, what is it?" he says, frowning when you swat his hand with the spatula when he tries to take another piece from the stove.

"Well, my parents are coming to town tomorrow and...I really want you to meet them," you say with a light shrug, still not meeting his eyes.

"Of course, baby, I'll be sure to make a good impression. You'll be my wife one day anyways." He says, almost too casually.

You blush and look away further, pretending to busy yourself with vegetables that are already chopped.

"What do you mean by one day,"

"I mean that as much as I want to give you my last name right now, we should take things slow," he says, coming back around the counter and standing beside you. "I want you to be completely sure before we get married. Besides, we're young right now anyway. We have the rest of our lives."

He strokes the tips of your hair as you speak quietly, "I don't want anyone but you, though,"

Namjoon kisses you on the forehead and pushes off the counter, walking away from the kitchen.

"I'm gonna shower before dinner, don't miss me too much!" he says, walking to his room.

The Next Day

After work, you and Namjoon meet your parents at a nice restaurant. Namjoon brings his most expensive car, hoping to impress your parents a little bit. Namjoon's wearing a fancy black suit that is tailored to him perfectly. The watch he wears on his wrist matches the gold chain on his neck. He slicked his hair back, his forehead on display and emphasizing his features. You're in a sleek dark green dress with black heels, earrings, and a necklace matching Namjoon's accessories. You walk in, arm in arm with Namjoon, and meet your family at the table.

"Mom, Dad," you say, approaching two wealthy-looking parents. Your brother, Zach, seemed to tag along as well. He sits uncomfortably and tugs on the collar of the dress shirt your parents certainly made him wear.

"Hi, sweetie! This must be Namjoon," your mom says, standing up from her seat. "Definitely a looker," your mom says to you while pulling you in for a hug. You pull away from her and smile, glad to see her again.

"What are you doing here, Zach?" you say, pretending to be annoyed.

"Mom and Dad made me come. Also, I can't pass up free food," Zach responds, smiling with his teeth.

"Who says you're not paying?" you respond jokingly.

You and Zach used to be very close, but you haven't seen him in a while because he lives in the suburbs. Zach is a doctor's assistant, working day and night at a hospital in a small town. Although he's still relatively immature, fresh out of med school, and he annoys you most of the time, you love him. You don't want to admit it to him, but you've missed him a lot. Sibling things, I guess.

Namjoon firmly shakes your father's hand, looking him in the eye with respect. He kisses the back of your mom's hand and flatters her, already making a good impression.

"Hey, Dad, how's work?" you ask after everyone is settled at the table.

"Pretty good, but tell me about you, sweetheart? What've you been up to?" your dad asks.

Your dad's an investor, so his frame of mind always depends on his investment pay-offs. They must be good right now because he's in an excellent mood.

"So far, I'm still working at the coffee shop," you say, looking away. You know your dad doesn't like the idea of you working for such low pay, but you love your job and dream of owning the coffee shop one day.

"All that money for college, and you're a barista," your father says with a tone.

"Honey, stop," your Mom says to your Dad. "We'll support you with whatever you want to do," your mom turns and puts her hand on top of yours.

"Thanks, Mom, and don't worry, Dad. I do have a plan," you say, reassuring them and looking at Namjoon sweetly.

Namjoons eyes narrow at your father as he hears him talk. He doesn't like hearing people talk bad about you, even if they are your parents.

"Your daughter is very bright. I wouldn't worry so much about her future," Namjoon says with a straight face.

"You'd worry if you were the one paying for it," your dad says to him snarkily.

"I will, happily," Namjoon says with a light smile.

"And what do you do for a living then, Namjoon," your dad says rudely.

"I own a company," Namjoon says confidently.

"Oh yeah, maybe I've heard of it. What's it called?" your dad says, his tone presumptuous.

"It's called KNJ," Namjoon says, sitting back on his chair, knowing the reaction he'll receive.

Your dad's eyes widen in shock, "You're Namjoon Kim?"

"The one and only," you say, proud that Namjoon is successful in your parents' eyes.

"Well. Good job, son. I most definitely have heard of your success," your dad says, looking surprised but happy his daughter has found such a rich man.

The rest of dinner goes very well as your dad warms up to Namjoon, your mom having liked him from the start. He treats both of your parents with respect, even getting Zach to conversate a little from time to time. As the night progresses, the hostile environment evaporates.

"So, do you have any siblings?" your father inquires.

"Yes, I have two brothers, one older and one younger," Namjoon says, wiping his mouth with his napkin.

"What about your parents? What do they do?" your father asks abruptly.

Namjoon pauses momentarily before responding, "Well, my parents died when I was fifteen from a car accident. My older brother, Jin, raised my younger brother, Taehyung, and myself. We were already well off from my parents' wealth, so getting back on our feet wasn't very difficult. They used to own a large shipping company, which Jin took over, so everyone was okay, physically speaking."

I knew his parents died when he was young, but I never pushed him to give me all the details.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, sweetie," your mom says, reaching over and patting Namjoon slightly on his shoulder, kicking your father with her heel underneath the table.

After everyone finishes their meal, Zach stretches his arms out, pats his stomach, and says, "Ugh, I needed that," in a completely serious tone.

He sits back up abruptly and raises to speak, banging his fork against his glass.

"Guys, I have an announcement to make," he says, a mischievous smile growing on his face.

"What is it, sweetie?" your mom says, smiling as if she already knew the answer.

"I'm moving to the big city. I was just given a huge promotion at the main hospital here," Zach says gleefully.

You reach over and hug Zach, proud of him for his achievement and happy that you'll be able to see him more often.

"And I'll be moving in with you," Zach says with a crooked smile, moving his head to look directly at you.

Your jaw drops, and you release your arms from around him immediately. "No way, not happening."

"Why won't you help your brother out? It'll only be for a little bit," your mom says sweetly.

"Besides, you know how bad the housing market is right now," your father adds, saying that you'll have no say in the end result.

"Yeah, come on, won't it be nice to spend some time with your brother," your brother smiles cockily, knowing he's won.

Namjoon grabs your hand under the table, trying to soothe the distraught look off your face.

"Well, it doesn't matter anyway because I'm..." you stutter.

I need to think of something.

"I'm moving in with Namjoon," you say abruptly.

Namjoon's smile grows, surprised but not upset by this decision.

"Ah yes, well, you do practically live there already," Namjoon says, winking at you and wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

Your mom practically spits out her water at the comment.

"Great, now I can have the house all to myself," Zach says, bringing his arms up toward the back of his head.

"Fine, but you're helping me move out, and I'm switching the payments to you after this month," you say, annoyed.

"Anyone up for some dessert?" your mom asks, segwaying into a different conversation.

Everyone shakes their head no, saying either, "I'm good," or "I'm way too full."

Finally, the check arrives, and the waiter places it on the table. Namjoon swiftly grabs it before your father does. "It's on me," he states, smiling.

"Oh, sweetie, you really don't have to," your mother exclaims.

"No, I want to," Namjoon says, melting your mom's heart with another sweet smile.

After paying the check, everyone gets up, grabs their coats and bags, and says their goodbyes.

"It was great meeting you guys," Namjoon says, shaking everyone's hand.

"You too, son," your father says, smiling quickly and patting Namjoon's back.

"Yes, a pleasure," your mom says, smiling.

"Mmhhh," Zach says, reaching for his phone.

You're about to leave the restaurant when Namjoon stops you.

"Oh, I think I left my wallet on the table. You go to the car, baby. I'll be there in just a second," he smiles, ushering you out the door lightly.

"Okay," you smile and walk out of the restaurant, seeing nothing strange in his behavior.

You walk out of the restaurant and look through the window aimlessly. You see Namjoon speaking to your parents, both looking incredibly pleased, smiling widely. You're just out of eyeshot as you catch the beginning of your mother reaching up to hug Namjoon, and the glimpse makes you smile.

How polite. He's giving another round of goodbyes.

[home-on-the-wastes]

Culture Shock (2/?)

Butch is out of Vault 101 less than twenty-four hours before he finds himself in trouble. A familiar face is there to assist, but it allows Butch to see just how much his old bullying victim has changed since his initial foray into the Capital Wasteland. See Part 1 for additional tags and author's notes. Part 1 // 2 // ?

The town–Megaton, Butch learned–wasn’t far from Vault 101. It was just as well, as the doctor there, a surly guy by the name of Church, said that Butch managed to bust not only his leg but a couple of ribs, too. The guy stabbed Butch twice–once in the leg, once right underneath one of his ribs–and said, “Nothing some stimpacks and a bit of rest won’t fix. Now get the hell outta my clinic.”

“Good to see you too, Doc,” Harper replied with fake cheerfulness. He escorted Butch outside and back into the center of Megaton, the atomic bomb sitting quietly in a pool of its own filth. People were staring at Butch like he had grown a second pair of hands, but several nodded at Harper in greeting or maybe even out of respect.

“There really isn’t a hotel around here for you,” Harper said, hands on his hips, worrying his lower lip as he thought. “Gob’s place has a room for rent, though. They’ve got food, and drink too. We could stop by the Brass Lantern, but it’s usually pretty crowded. You hungry?”

“Starvin’.”

“Near death will do that to you. Follow me.”

Harper pointed out a few other places as they climbed a makeshift ramp, like the general store, a church, and the Brass Lantern, another option to eat. But Harper brought him to the highest point in town, letting him take in the view of the ingenuity and desperation of the people here before they entered and sat down at the bar.

Following Harper’s cue, Butch had the decency not to scream at or ask rude questions of the bartender. When he shot Harper a look, Harper quietly said, "He's a ghoul, don't stare." Then Harper ordered two beers for them and some questionable meat kabobs. Harper broke away at one point to talk to a pretty woman smoking a cigarette in the corner in quiet, hushed tones while the bartending ghoul watched on.

Harper came back, looking noticeably frazzled. “You have a room for a couple of days. Nova can show you to it in a bit.”

Butch eyed Nova. “She’s a looker, isn’t she?”

“Can it,” Harper grumbled. “She’s not interested.”

“Oh, lemme take a guess–the great Harper Donovan got shot down?”

“No,” Harper replied, ears starting to turn red. He devoured his kebab in record time. “Just leave her alone. She’s a nice lady.”

“She’s a nice lady,” Butch mimicked in a falsetto. “What are you, four?”

Harper shot Butch a look that made Butch’s pulse stutter. Harper looked…genuinely angry, his expression a scowl that was well-practiced and familiar. But now, after Harper fucked up those raiders with ease, Butch realized that Harper could possibly kill him.

He wasn’t sure how to feel about it. Butch filed that away for something to figure out later.

The two fell into a quiet lull, the chatter of the saloon comforting. Occasionally the ghoul, Gob, came over and checked in on them or fiddled with the radio. They cycled through a couple of songs and an additional kebab each. Then, as Butch drew his lighter to have a smoke, he spoke again.

“Hey, nosebleed. Your hair’s gettin’ kinda long.”

Harper shifted uncomfortably in the metal chair, slowly nursing his beer. “Is it?”

Butch scoffed, watching the ratty, dark brown hair start to trail over Harper’s shoulder. Butch mindlessly tried the lighter, the spark failing once or twice. Harper had a weird mullet situation going on. “Any longer and folks’ll think you’re a girl. I can cut it for ya--at a discount, of course.”

“No!” Harper’s explanation was sharp enough to draw the eyes of some of the saloon patrons. Harper glanced at Gob nervously and took another sip of beer. “No, no,” he added, softer. “It’s fine.” He slipped off his baseball cap. Butch marveled at the cap, wondering how old that thing was. It looked just like the one Harper got for his tenth birthday. There was no way it was the same one, but Harper handled it with such tender care it was enough to make Butch doubt his initial assumption. He kept watching Harper tuck his near-shoulder-length hair into it. It stuck out at awkward angles.

“Now, that just looks trashy,” Butch pointed out.

“Maybe I don’t want to cut my hair.” Harper shifted uncomfortably, his knapsack sliding a bit off his shoulders. “I like it just the way it is.”

“Just looks ugly, that’s all I’m sayin’,” replied Butch, but he shrugged. He finally got the lighter working, and he lit a cigarette. After taking a long drag, he glanced at Harper. “Smoke?”

“Nah.”

“Wuss.”

Harper flinched, and Butch felt a little bad about it. Not enough to apologize, though. It was funny, seeing Harper swing wildly between Wasteland badass and nerdy poindexter who didn’t dare to stand up to him in the vault openly. Harper put some caps on the counter. “His food and drink are on me, okay, Gob?” He turned back to Butch. “I’ve got a place near the gate. Take a day or so to settle, gear up. Then if you want, I can give you a few pointers on where to go.”

“You heading out already?” asked Butch, trying to mask his disappointment.

Harper nodded. “Got some things to take care of. Stay out of trouble, got it?”

“Scout’s honor,” Butch said sarcastically, but he did make a note not to cause any trouble. The barkeeper and the old man with the big gun were freaking him out. Then, offhandedly, he added, “You too, yeah?”

Harper snorted. “No promises.”

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[ao3feed-leopika]

Looks Can Be Deceiving

Looks Can Be Deceiving Link to fic: https://ift.tt/eR8QAVh by kandikiwi “Hey! You… you want some Schnapps, handsome?” the man slurred while spilling some of his mystery concoction onto the floor. This must’ve been the friend Ponzu was referring to. His crooked glasses and sideburns matched her description of Leorio perfectly.” “Ugh…” Kurapika groaned. Knowing Pokkle’s friends were hazards at parties would’ve been helpful. Though, despite the pungent smell of alcohol, he was definitely a looker. He had recently shaved from the looks of it, wearing a button-up shirt littered with marlins and tuna. A pair of cargo shorts accompanied him. Kurapika took a quick glance and stared right up at the party animal before him, “I’m good. Thanks.” Kurapika turned away. But he couldn’t help but glance again. Goddamn.   Kurapika is dragged to the biggest party in UC Berkeley by a former classmate- an activity he’s been dreading for days. He is soon to find Leorio– a complete sleaze in Kurapika's eyes. With time, Kurapika learns to see the gentle side of his admirer. Unknown to him, Leorio does the same. Words: 3477, Chapters: 1/10, Language: English Fandoms: Hunter X Hunter Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Kurapika (Hunter X Hunter), Leorio Paladiknight, Senritsu | Melody (Hunter X Hunter), Ponzu (Hunter X Hunter), Pokkle (Hunter X Hunter) Relationships: Kurapika/Leorio Paladiknight, Kurapika & Leorio Paladiknight, Pokkle/Ponzu (Hunter X Hunter), Pokkle & Ponzu (Hunter X Hunter) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, College, Roommates, Roommate Melody, LGBTQ Themes, LGBTQ Character, Gay, Bisexuality, Hurt/Comfort, Internalized Biphobia, Self-Acceptance, Fluff, Smut, Fluff and Smut, Not Beta Read, I Will Go Down With This Ship via AO3 works tagged 'Kurapika/Leorio Paladiknight' https://ift.tt/DWtdcQY July 06, 2024 at 08:46PM

[ailogomakerr]

Logo Design Showdown: Famous Logos and Their Controversies

Brand is a wide realm and a company’s logo serves more than just a visual identifier, it’s a root of controversy! But hey, exposure is always good! I’m sure big branding wouldn’t mind hilarious misconceptions about their branding logo so long as the people are talking! Even though they’re probably in hushed whispers saying “What were these logo generators thinking?”

Let’s get into learning about how logo making is a lot more challenging than it seems! With all the design principles to keep in mind, there’s always something to learn on top of all that. There are various logo generator apps and logo maker sites you can utilize, it’s always better to be ahead, know more, so keep reading!

F1 Legalities!

The race was totally on for the freshest logo look, but as soon as W+K passed through that distinctive checkered flag, their logo designers were completely blindsided with their compression tights twin! That’s right! The fans were so surprised with their brand shift and made them compare the company’s new logo look with 3M’s product. Legwear and racing, those are two very different backgrounds colliding into one which makes this rebranding all the more humorous to the crowd. It surely became a spectacle worth watching.

Leeds United Played Themselves

Leeds United truly appreciated their audience and ended up with a badge that scored his own goal. Of course, the company claimed to have done an extensive background, the new logo was perceived to be anything but fan appreciation. Rebranded with a flimsy looking vector instead of the iconic fist across the chest. One might even go as far as saying that Leeds played themselves with this redesign fail! This goes to show that in logo redesigning, real extensive research is key!

The Premier League, When The Lion Roars Back

Not everything you see online is true. Take it from this famous branding logo refresh from Premier League. The internet has a way of spreading false information and one of which is the ditching of the iconic lion symbol on their logo. Expectedly, fans caused a digital uproar demanding for the lion to stay. Needless to say, the lion stayed. The reveal was highly-anticipated and totally did not disappoint. But learning from this rebranding ordeal, announcing major brand refresh must be done right or the public would have their two cents out and about.

Uber’s “New phone who dis?” moment

Uber has always been the iconic ‘U’ across all digital spaces and other mediums. But in a world where the quote “if it ain’t broke, then don’t fix it” exists, the company decided to turn their heads and lead the other way. Users were left squinting through their phone screens just to find the app as it loses its well-known visual identifier. It really made their patrons wander back confused through the app store all while contemplating that they should’ve got to where they are headed with the time they allotted into finding the cab hailing app.

Instagram’s Pinkification

Although the branding stood their ground and kept their colorful logo to this day, it used to sport an iconic retro camera that was a staple for every ‘it girl’s’ phone screen. The redesign caused public outrage that turned everyone into critics, stating that the rebrand turned the photo app logo flat and completely lost its character. Nevertheless, the app developed itself over time with this new look that seemed to have a lot of haters and has been iconic since then. Proving that sometimes, it wouldn’t hurt to close your ears!

Met’s Problem with Typography

The logo for Metropolitan Museum of Art was expertly redesigned by Wolff Olins. This of course would not be on the list if it didn’t cause a little bit of a stir within its scene. Although the redesign was impressive, there’s always something the public has to say! Others would call the fresh new look “forward-thinking” but most tagged it as borderline cluttered. The Met’s logo is a total looker though, successfully inviting onlookers to jump between the lines of innovation and irritation.

Gap’s Extensive Identity Crisis Background

Gap is a crowd favorite when it comes to rebranding controversies and this is rooted with their attempt to step out of their blue square into a logo that totally fills in the gaps on any crowd’s forehead (Get it, they’re scrunched!) The branding took its short time outside of the blue square and hopped back right to it after a few not so hushed words from their critics. This proves that sometimes, the best new look is one that’s familiar. Much like other logo revamps like Tissot Seastar and the iconic Starbucks logo shift.

Starbucks’ Logo Shift Boldness

The coffee giant’s logo evolution is not just a tale of change but a tale of adaptation too! Ditching the brand name is a bold move for the company, you gotta hand it to Starbucks to have that much trust in their iconic siren to carry on their company name even without spelling it out. Sometimes, your hope for your branding is your strongest tool! This logo change proves that less is more, and branding identity can thrive on the strength of a single emblem.

Branding and design indeed is indeed joint to the hip with art. Being able to mix the virtues of a brand while creating an effective visual identifier is no walk in the park! Having people spark talks about these logo refresh sure is nice for the branding’s publicity! From legal disputes over tights to questioning a coffee branding’s audacity, each controversy serves as a colorful stroke in the broader picture of our cultural and corporate landscape. These stories teach us quite a few lessons to take note of when creating or redesigning your logo.

You don’t have to wander around in the dark when you’re looking for logo inspiration for your logo rebranding or logo making journey! There are several tools you can utilize that can help you get the job done swiftly and efficiently. Take logo making apps for instance. There are infinite resources you can find online, digitally all for free! Head on over to Ailogomakerr.com to start your effortless logo-generating journey. This blog is from Ailogomakerr.com

[m-jelly]

Inked heart Part 2

Pairing: Levi x Reader

Genre and tags: Being a couple, romance, love, tattooed reader, tattooed Levi, tattoo artist Levi, modern AU, pierced Levi.

Concept: A few glimpses into your dating life with the love-obsessed tattoo artist Levi. From you doodling and him wanting to tattoo it on him, him teaching you how to tattoo, to him getting flirted with.

**Will be adding more later! Intend to add flirting with Levi and making a list of his buttons that you can push. Along with others.**

Working with your boyfriend.

You fiddled with a pen and frowned. "I dunno Levi, I don't think it's a good idea."

He pouted. "Please?"

You shook your head. "I'm flattered you want me to work here at your studio, but I'm not an artist."

He groaned. "Well, how about you act as my model?"

"I'm already your model and I don't get paid for it."

He pouted a little. "I'm sorry about that still."

You walked around to him and grabbed his shirt allowing you to tug him close. "It's alright, you made up for it on your tattoo chair."

"I can't look at that chair that same way."

You kissed him and hummed. "I love your piercings."

"I love yours."

You smirked. "I was talking about..."

He blushed. "Oh...well...I'm glad they felt good."

You kissed him again. You gripped his hair hard as you kissed Levi roughly. You pushed your tongue into his mouth and moaned in delight. "You're so fucking amazing. I love you."

"Love you too, my beautiful sugarplum."

You smiled. "Anyway, I'm not working here."

He let out a long sigh. "Fine, then I'll hire someone else." He pulled away and checked his watch. "I have a regular in."

You walked over to his tattoo things and checked them out. You looked up and saw a pretty woman walk in with Levi. "Hi."

She smiled. "Hey."

You pointed. "I'll leave." You walked out and joined Mike behind the front desk. "You not got anyone?"

Mike sipped his tea. "Nope. Levi's regular in?"

"Yeah."

Mike smirked. "She's a looker."

You nodded and looked over to the open door and heard her giggling. "Guess so."

"You take the job?"

"No."

Mike hummed. "She might."

You stared at Mike. "What?"

Mike winked at you. "I have to go design some tats. Have fun."

You pouted and waited. You perked up when Levi and the woman came back. She was laughing and touching Levi a lot. She paid for her tattoo and touched Levi some more.

She smiled at Levi. "You know, I might have a look at that job offer."

Your eye twitched. "There's not job because I'm taking the job."

Levi looked over at you. "Oh, that true? You'll need to be interviewed."

You grabbed his shirt and yanked him close. You crashed your lips against his and hummed. "How about now?"

"You're hired."

You smiled. "Thank you, honey."

Doodles

You sat behind the front desk at the tattoo studio and hummed to yourself as you drew different things. You focused on one thing and stuck your tongue out as you did.

Hange leaned on the counter with their bright tattoos standing proud. "What you dooooing?"

You covered your book up. "Nothing. You got people in today?"

"I do. I have a piercing soon. Hey, so do you want anything new?" They pointed down at your crotch. "I can get you a special lady piercing done. Levi would like."

You shook your head. "Nah, not interested. I'm okay with what I have so far."

Levi walked over and placed a cup of tea in front of you, then placed his hand on your back. "What you on about?"

Hange grinned. "Talking about a piercing down below for your lady."

You looked up at Levi. "I said no." You picked up your tea. "I don't want to get it done because I'll be sore for a while."

Levi hummed. "She's right, she'll be sore for a while. My dick hurt for a while after I got mine done."

Hange winked at you. "Worth it, right?"

You blushed and hummed. "Well..."

Levi looked at you. "You seem to love it."

"I do."

He frowned when he saw your book. He picked it up while you were distracted. "What's this?"

You gasped. "Don't look!"

He smiled. "These are cute. You design these."

"Yes, but they're terrible."

He flicked through them and hummed in thought. "I have an idea."

You watched Levi walk off with your book. "Levi?" You grabbed your tea and ran after him. "Levi?" You slipped into his tattoo room. "Levi?"

He got his ink out. "What?"

"What are you doing?"

He copied your work and printed it. "I am tattooing this design on me."

You blushed hard. "No! No they're terrible!"

He shook his head and shaved the back of his wrist. "I love it." He pressed the stencil down. "I really do. It's adorable."

You whined. "But Levi."

He pulled the stencil away and started the tattoo. "No buts. I love this and I want a part of you with me always."

You sighed and watched him. "This is really romantic of you."

"It is?" He looked up. "Good, I'm learning. Um, so do you want to tattoo a line?"

You gasped. "But I can't...I've never."

"Come on." He patted his lap. "Tattoo me."

You sat on his lap and took the gun from him. "Just one little line."

"That's all I'm asking."

You sighed and followed a line on the stencil. "Done!"

Levi smiled. "Thank you." He finished off the tattoos and smiled in pride. "It's perfect. Can you design more for me?"

You hugged him and hid your face from him. "Maybe."

Levi smiled. "Thank you."

Lessons

Levi called your name. "Come here."

You ran over to his tattoo room. "Yes?"

He patted his lap. "Come here."

You sat on his lap and covered his face in kisses. "We using your tattoo chair again for sex?"

"Later when we close." He flashed you his tongue piercing. "I want to use this again on you."

You giggled. "I do like that one."

He turned you on his lap to face away from him. "I know you do." He moved a fake skin over. "We are going to tattoo."

You clapped your hands. "Yay!"

He laid out everything for you. "First, prep the skin."

You shaved and wiped the area. "Like that?"

"Perfect, now put the stencil down."

You put it down and rubbed it so it transferred. You peeled it off and smiled. "Great! So, what if it's on wrong?"

He pointed to the cleaning things. "You just wipe it off and retry." He offered you black gloves. "Put yours on."

You slipped them on as Levi put his on. "I love it when you wear your gloves."

"You have a glove kink?"

"Maybe."

He hummed and kissed your shoulder. "It's cute." He gave you the gun. "Put it in the ink and then start the gun."

You hummed and leaned on the skin. "Got it."

"Just follow the lines."

You nodded and tried. "Like this?"

He put one arm around you and held your hand holding the gun. "Let me help."

You giggled as you let Levi guide your hand as you tattooed the fake skin. "Are we going to do colouring?"

"Not today. Today is lines. Once you get a hang of it, then you can do colouring."

You squealed in happiness. "This is so much fun!"

Levi ran his hand up to your chest. He kissed your neck and moaned against your ear. "Good girl."

You whimpered. "Levi."

He stopped massaging your breast. "Sorry. Tattooing with you does something to me."

You turned the gun off. "Levi."

"What are you doing? Don't you want to tattoo?"

You turned around and straddled Levi. "Tattooing with you does something to me too." You tangled your fingers in his hair as your lips crashed against his. "I love you."

"I love you too."

He ran his hand to your bum and squeezed. "We're going to have so much fun when we close. I want to add more memories to this room."

You giggled. "You'll never look at it the same way again."

"I fucking love you."

"I love you too."

Tattooing a sensitive place.

Levi put his tattoo things out and hummed. "So, I love this small design and I've made it for you."

You smiled and sat on the seat. "You always make tattoos for me."

"Because I love you." He smiled when you kissed him. "Thanks for the kiss. So, where am I putting this tattoo?"

You locked his door before whipping off your trousers. "I know." You climbed onto the bed and pulled your lace underwear down to show the top line of your pubes. "Above my pubic area."

Levi blushed. "You picked there on purpose."

You grinned. "Yup. Let's see how professional you are."

He sighed and shaved the area and cleaned. "You tease me too much."

You giggled. "I tease you the perfect amount."

He hummed and placed his hand on the side of your thigh before sliding it up to play with your underwear as he focused on the tattoo. He sighed and leaned closer as he focused. He blushed when you let out a little moan. He looked up at you, then back down as he blushed and worked.

You nibbled your lip and smirked. "Hey, Levi?"

"Don't say a word. Don't tease me."

You placed your hand on Levi's on your underwear. "You're so good with your hands."

He blushed. "Stop."

You sighed. "What's the weirdest tattoo request you've ever had?"

He hummed in thought. "Some chick wanted me to tattoo a cock on the inside of her thigh. The tip of it to be pointing to her pussy and be near it. Was fucking weird."

"Did you do it?"

He wiped ink away and shook his head. "Tch, fuck no. Tattoos are permanent and I am not tattooing a detailed dick on someone."

You giggled. "Oh, wait Levi."

He pulled back. "What?"

You pulled your underwear down more. "I don't want ink getting on them."

Levi blushed. "You did that on purpose."

"These are a good pair and panties, okay?"

He sighed. "They are really nice."

You watched him get back to work, but he used his other hand not holding the tattoo gun to lightly touch your pubic area. "Careful with your hand."

"I'm just soothing you."

You smiled. "Thank you." You frowned a moment. "Have you tattooed this area on another woman?"

He shook his head. "No, only you." He looked up at you. "You're special because I love you, you're my muse and you're my girlfriend."

You smiled and felt proud. "Good. So, what if I asked you to tattoo my boobs?"

He blushed. "I can do that, but I won't be able to play with them while they heal."

"Oh, that's true."

"You do know we have to be careful in the bedroom for a bit once I've done this tattoo."

You sighed. "Boo."

"Only for a bit." He cleaned a little. "It's not too bad. I can just eat you over and over."

You blushed a bit and started laughing. "I guess." You gasped. "You get to sign this tattoo. Wow, my one and only lover will be you. You've tagged my vagina."

He smiled a little and signed his name. "You're right." He cleaned the area and patched it up. "All done." He leaned up and kissed you. "I fucking love you."

"Love you too. So, can I tattoo your dick and just put my name on it?"

He sighed and pulled away from you and started cleaning up. "If you tattoo my dick then no sex for a while. Plus, they don't last like hand ones because they get used, cleaned and moved a lot."

You patted your cheeks. "True. I guess I have to put my name on you somewhere."

"I already have your name on me." He lifted his shirt and showed your name in a beautiful pattern and art on his left pec because it was over most of his heart. "See?"

You smiled at your name. "It's beautiful. I love that tattoo, but I have your name all over me."

He leaned over and kissed you. "Don't worry, I have plans to put your name on me more. I want you all over me." He kissed you again and moaned. "I want to ruin you, but your tattoo is fresh."

You giggled. "All good things come to those who wait and our sex is worth the wait."

"It really is."

[ghostypetrainer]

'hey looker! goodbye looker! not this time looker!' i dunno why, but when i read that tag I just got the mental image of looker heaving a very big sigh. The man's not even looking for them, he's just trying to take a vacation and just keeps bumping into them and everytime he does and they bounce he has to file paperwork. On his vacation. Couldn't they be decent for once and wear a disguise and PRETEND they don't know him? Just once????

POV: You are Looker. You were just trying to enjoy a nice Alola vacation when you run into two wanted fugitives on the run. They weren't even hiding. They were literally just at the same hotel pool as you. You don't even know where Kuro was HIDING that master ball, and you're pretty sure Giratina literally just warped them back to their hotel room, but you just sigh and sink further into the pool.

You could chase after them, but you're pretty sure they'll be gone when you find them. Instead you just decide to enjoy the last bit of your vacation before you have to deal with the headache of reporting the encounter. Damn your devotion to the rules.

(Meanwhile Kuro and Akari just escape to the next island over. They weren't done with their Alola vacation, thanks!)

[joshslater]

Woodward Rugby

This is my submission to the GaySpiralStories Secret Santa 2021 event. I got the two tags "cum inflation" and "male pregnancy", selected by another writer, randomly assigned to me.

I arrived back at the hotel at half-past eight. Dealing with customer complaints in person, or at all, is never fun, but Daleen Mechanical had to be one of the worst. It’s that fucker Andrew Daleen who just tries to get as many extras out of it as possible, probably to please the old man. Screwed me around for hours so I would make some additional calibration on machines not even made by us. I would have done it anyway if he had just asked right away. After all I had nowhere else to be until the flight back to Austin the next morning.

Fuck I was pissed, and I had worked myself up about it in the rental on the way back to the hotel, so when I entered the shitty lobby of the shitty hotel everything looked shitty to me. And I’d lost my appetite. There was a rowdy noise coming from the “Irish” pub next to the lobby, a desperate attempt of the owner to get some locals spending cash. I considered just head upstairs, take a hot shower or bath, whatever was in the bathroom, and have an early night to just forget about Daleen Mechanical, have a big breakfast early, and get to the airport with plenty of time to spare. This loud ruckus could probably be heard from my room though, so I decided to have a pint and some bar food before going to bed.

The small pub, clearly a remodeling job squeezed into the ugly building, was filled with about 20 exuberant men celebrating something. They all looked to be in their early twenties, all of them muscular and taller than me, and most of them wearing the same black and yellow tracksuit. They were all drinking beer, chatting loudly, and making the small pub hot and humid. I almost turned around right there, but the condition that led me there in the first place hadn’t changed so I pressed on. On my way over to the bar I noticed damp hair on some of the guys, as if they had just showered, and the scent of industrial soap. The kind you pour in wall-mounted dispensers. I managed to glance at the emblem on the tracksuits long enough to read “Woodward Rugby - 1987”.

It felt like I had to navigate through a huddle to get to the bar disk. Everyone was just too overjoyed and absorbed talking to each other. The upshot was that nobody cared when I started to elbow my way forward. Finally I managed to squeeze in between two walking punching bags that had their backs against each other. The barman was busy pouring ale, but gave me a nod that I was next.

“What hot food you have?” “Only scotch eggs left, I’m afraid. It’s been busy all day,” he shouted back. “Two of those then, and a lager.” Again he nodded and handed the ale to a patron blocked from my view. Someone was leaving and the wall of a man who had been talking to him turned to face me. On top of the muscular body was a kind face with rosy cheeks and pitch black, unkempt hair. “Hey, I’m Cody.” “Alex.” I raised the glass the barman just handed me and we both had a sip. “So what’s the occasion?” “We just obliterated Bulldogs West. It really began at the second scrum.” and then Cody proceeded to basically retell the entire match for me. We weren’t even through the first half when my eggs arrived. By this point a few more teammates had joined us and added to the retelling of the match. The fatigue I felt from the horrible day vanished, as I was surrounded by hot, happy rugby players. While Cody was kind of cute, one of the guys who had joined us was an absolute looker. Slim, yet athletic with wide shoulders, dirt blonde hair, blue-grey eyes, and pouty lips. My eyes kept darting between him and whoever was talking at the moment.

I had a few pints more and managed to get to the end of the retelling of the match when I thought about the flight and decided to settle the bill and go to my room. Instead of a hot bath/shower it probably needed a cold one, because I had gotten quite hard in the middle of such a meat stack. But when I opened my wallet and pulled out my MasterCard another card came out with it, the lifetime membership card of the “Gay Club”. It was a birthday gift from Danny, and at that moment I questioned what on earth had gone through my mind when I put it in my wallet. Or rather, why I hadn’t removed it once Danny had left. It’s a silly joke in Austin, but in a rural small town it’s like asking for trouble.

“What team are you playing for?” Cody asked me, still standing next to me and looking right at the gay club card in my hand. I was facing the bar, so none of the others had seen the card yet, but they were standing just behind me, listening. The barman saw my wallet and walked over to the other side of the bar to get the card reader. “Oh, this card? No, that’s a joke I got as a gift.” “No, it isn’t. You’ve been oogling down Jason since you saw first him”.

He moved in closer, though barely possible in the cramped room. So close I would have to crane my neck to see his face. I kept watching the barman struggling with the card reader at the charger, as if that was somehow more important for me to focus on. Anything to avoid confronting this massive beast of a man. I could clearly smell the industrial locker room soap, and beneath that, a hint of the rest of the locker room. Only a minute more and I would have paid and been out of here. I just needed another minute without trouble. I could shout at the barman to put it on the room instead, save the minute and leave within seconds. But only if Cody would let me. It’s not like I could get out of his grip, a rugby full back, if he didn’t want me to leave. If I somehow managed it wasn’t like I was going to outrun an entire rugby team. That would be ludicrous. Why did it take so long to get the card reader? That was when I felt his massive hand grabbing my crotch, quickly locating my hard dick, and giving it a squeeze.

“No, the card is real all right. Wanna celebrate upstairs?”

I don’t remember answering. I mean, I know I did, and I know the general gist of it, but I can’t remember the words or the delivery or anything. I can only remember Jason placing a big kiss on my mouth while somewhere in the distance I hear Cody repeating “we’re in room 205”. Everything was wrapped in cotton as we left the pub and walked through the lobby to the stairs, me, Jason, Cody, and two more. Three more? I must have had an emotional overload from fearing being tackled by a homophobic rugby team to anticipating being tackled by an anything but rugby team. Add to that the creeping excitement of doing something wrong.

Jason had been wearing a black sweatshirt with the yellow Woodward Rugby seal, not the shiny black and yellow track tops most of them had on, but once the lobby was out of view, walking up the stairs, he pulled it off in one smooth movement, revealing his toned body. The movement had made me loock back at him and as he looked up his eyes met mine. He winked and smiled. I looked away and felt my ears turning hot. I was surprised I didn’t come right there. Our small group went down the corridor and I fumbled my way into my hotel room. Pretty roomy for me, but it quickly became crowded as the men filed in. Two I hadn’t spoken to were already passionately kissing.

Cody spun me around and started to undo my belt buckle. “Are you sure you’re up for this?” he asked. There was a small voice of doubt whispering phrases such as “flight tomorrow” and “utterly irresponsible behavior”, but the rest of me was sloshing with hormones, primed to go along with whatever was about to happen. “Hey, Cody. Mind if I go first?” Jason asked. Cody hesitated for a second and then stepped aside. “Go for it!” he said, and slapped Jason on the back.

The bare-chested Jason continued where Cody had started and pulled down my dockers and breifs so I could step out of them. Then he kissed me again, pushed me on my back on the bed, and lowered the front of his track pants and boxers. His dick wasn’t very thick, but it was long with a big head. It resembled a plum in size, shape, and color. I should have said something. I’ve never been a fan of hookup culture, always preferred dating over things like grindr, or worse, clubs. Yet here I was on my back, without pants, about to have unprotected sex with a man I knew nothing about. “You good?” he asked me, as if he could see my thoughts, but this was just all too exciting. His dick was glistening in precum, so I knew it wasn’t just a sympathy fuck. “Go for it,” I echoed Cody and smiled at him. He smiled back that wonderful smile.

I was shaken by two of the other guys throwing themselves on the bed next to me, passionately kissing and groping each other. My focus was immediately pulled back to Jason as he grabbed both my legs and carefully started to insert his dick. Then slowly fucking me while keeping my legs up in the air. At first we kept eye contact, but as we were getting into it he closed his eyes and my eyes started to wander all over his upper body, tracing the outlines of his muscles. He kept changing how he held my legs, making it feel like we kept fucking at different positions. Fast and faster, until he was like a rabbit. I’ve never had something like this before. When he finally came he lifted my legs even higher, cumming deep inside of me.

He was barely outside of me when I felt someone kissing my neck. One of the guys to my right had started to fondle me as well. Apparently he was done with the other guy and started to push me into the little spoon position. I let him. After a bit of grinding he was soon entering me too. I could feel his dick was way thicker than Jason’s, but not as long. He wasn’t as energetic either, just slowly fucking me from behind while hugging me.

My phone screeched its morning alarm only a few hours after the last Woodward Rugby team player had left the room. Way too few hours, and the flight was too short to get much of a nap on. I was sore all over my body and felt queasy. I imagined this was what it felt like to be one of those tackling dummies in football. I wondered if they have that in Rugby also. They probably don’t fuck it for hours though. As for the queasiness I probably hadn’t slept more than two hours, was probably dehydrated, and the room stunk like a locker room. Locker room, traces of industrial soap, and cum. I’d never done or seen any fucking in locker rooms, though perhaps my life had been naively shielded from what other people where doing. I couldn’t wait to get back to that.

As I moved to get out of bed there was a drawn out gurgling sound from my belly, and I could feel my guts vibrate. My hand went there almost as a reflex, but instead of feeling my usual abs I felt a distended belly. I quickly got up and walked to the mirror by the closet. I didn’t normally have washboard abs, that takes way too much food discipline, but I had been proud to manage a flat belly all through college and up until now. Or up until yesterday, because in the reflection I saw what looked like a taut beer gut. Another rumble almost made me trip, and I sat down on the bed. I could only think of one explanation, and one that I didn’t really want recognize. That I got so much cum shot up my intestines that night that it blew up my guts like a balloon. That was of course impossible. A guy only jizzes a teaspoon or so, and I hadn’t been fucked by more than at most eight guys.

“Ha!”

I surprised myself at actually laughing out loud. I had been fucked by eight guys! What the fuck had I done! This wasn’t who I was. What would I do if I met them during breakfast? Pretend like nothing had happened? I was standing up and sitting down again, unsure what to do. I looked at the phone again. I should definitely take a shower, then just check out and leave. I wasn’t hungry for breakfast, and looking down I saw no reason why I would need to eat anything today.

I couldn’t button my shirt. The belly made the fabric strain too much that I just wore the shirt unbuttoned over my T-shirt. If anything it highlighted my belly even more. I was feeling crap and just couldn’t be bothered to do anything about it. I wasn’t going to come back here, so screw appearances. Fuck Daleen Mechanical. I probably wouldn’t see anyone I knew on the plane or airports either. Straight from here to my house in anonymity. I kept hearing rumbles from my stomach all the drive to the rental company, and I could feel a sweat breaking out. Perhaps this wasn’t at all what I thought it was. Perhaps one of the scotch eggs were bad. That’s when I felt the unmistakable relaxing of the jaw. At least I had plenty of time and road to safely stop and get out of the vehicle before I vomited into the ditch. I instantly felt much better. I got to the rental place no problems, got to the airport in good time, and bought a big bottle of water at exorbitant price to rehydrate. Still got an annoying belly though, but I hoped it would be gone by evening.

Day three was when I was really getting worried. I hadn’t been feeling sick since that first day, and at least I imagined the swelling had gone down, but when I woke up that third morning it was even worse than the first day. I was sweating and was nauseous, and spent the entire morning unsuccessfully trying to induce another vomit by dry heaving over the toilet bowl. Ultimately it just slowly went away and I drove to work an hour late. I didn’t really want to make a medical thing out of it all though. Just imagine that conversation.

“So, tell me when it started?” “It started when I let a rugby team train me like a cored out grapefruit on a school camping trip.”

No. I decided I would tough it out. That lasted a full week with on and off nausea until the cramps started, and I scheduled a doctor’s appointment. To say I omitted some of the symptom history when talking to him was an understatement. I just said I had woken up one day with a distended belly and had suffered from the effects for almost two weeks now. There was a lot of “hmm”, some gentle poking, and a visit to the phlebotomist for whatever array of tests the doctor needed. Three different vials of blood drawn.

Fortunately the following two days were uneventful. I now somehow considered a day where I just woke up with a big belly and had no other symptoms a good day. The doctor called me at work and wondered if I could come in later that day.

“What was the result of the tests?” “We need to check a few more things. How soon can you be here?” “I’m… It doesn’t sound good.” “We are leaning towards it being benign, but… Can you come right away?” “Sure, I guess.”

I was anxious and confused the entire trip there, and I wasn’t reassured by the welcoming committee at the hospital. There was a nurse just inside the main entrance waiting for me. That in itself was concerning. She showed me the way to one of the generic exam rooms, where she asked me to wait for the doctor. Fifteen minutes later I was just about to go looking for someone in case they had forgotten me when he showed up. After some quick questions about how I felt today he asked med to sit down on the gurney.

“Could you lift your shirt?” he asked and I of course complied. He put on his stethoscope and put the cold, flat part on the tip of my belly. I was almost about to ask him if he was joking. It was such a cliché with a “doctor” putting the stethoscope against anything to diagnose it. Anything that wasn’t heart or lungs that is.

“I don’t know how to tell you this,” the doctor started, very hesitant, “but the bloodwork and this examination all point to the same conclusion. You are pregnant.”

I was still waiting for the punchline.

“This is obviously a medical first, so there is a whole list of examinations we would like to perform, starting with fMRI, which is booked an hour from now, and a gynecological exam after that. There is some more bloodwork we want to do as well.” “Pregnant.” The punchline wasn’t a comedic one. I was shocked. “But…” “We will figure this out together.” He was patting my arm in support. “What about abortion?” I shuddered to think about nine months living like this. “There will have to be a surgery at some point, unless your journal is incomplete you don’t have a birth canal, but since this is Texas it can’t be anytime soon.”

I just stared into the cream yellow wall of the examination room trying to comprehend it all. In all the chaotic thoughts of “Freak!” and pregnancy and the unavoidable humiliation of having to describe to the doctors how it actually went down I kept having flashes of Jason’s smile. God, I hope he is the father.

[strawwritesfic]

Asexual!Q x Female!Reader: Logical Fallacy [Ch. 2]

Summary: Q’s got one hundred and two problems. His girlfriend is, technically speaking, every single one.

Challenge:  “102 Things A Guy Should Know About Girls” challenge by Miss Chocobo on Lunaescence Archives.

Ratings/Warnings/Tags: T (foul language; sexual references; asexual!Q; sexual!reader; a running gag about sexual harassment; double standard: sexual harassment, female on male; sexual harassment played for comedy; James Bond & Reader friendship; civilian!reader; artist!reader; complicated family relationships; reader has a really big family; miscommunications; MI6 would not behave this way in reality; set post-Skyfall; joking references made to Bond/Q)

Pairings: Q/Female!Reader; James Bond/Eve Moneypenny

Tag List: @imaginesfire​

Master List

Rule #2: Be aware of all your girlfriend’s guy friends, brothers, fathers, etc. They are protective. Every single male friend or relative she has will kick your ass if you end up hurting her.

“Bowling. How did you trick me into going bowling?”

You stopped bouncing up and down on the balls of your feet long enough to throw a glare in Q’s direction. “It’s not bowling,” you answered. “We’re here to see our friends from university.”

“In a bowling alley. Where we will bowl,” he pointed out.

“Having fun isn’t a travesty, you know.” You shoved your hands in the pockets of your jacket and frowned up at him.

The both of you stood in the alley car park. As Q wasn’t in any particular hurry to get inside, he stopped to look at you.

“Which reminds me,” you added. “No computer while we’re in there.”

“What?” Q shook his head and folded his hand protectively in front of his bag. “I have work to do!”

“Alton, you need a break. You’ve been working until past midnight for the last two weeks.”

“How else am I supposed to get anything done?”

“Maybe you should start deferring jobs to your underlings.”

“Right, because you would know how to handle a job.”

“Hey!” you snapped. “I have a job.”

Q looked away with a snort. “Graphic design.”

“Excuse me?”

This was an argument that Q did not want to have. He was already stressed out enough about having to see everyone he’d spent his university days with. Exuberance had never been Q’s forte, in any capacity.

So, as he lifted his eyes skyward, he gave you a muttered, “Nothing,” then added more loudly, “Let’s just get this over with.”

“That’s the spirit!” As always, you bounced right back to overly cheerful.

You spun around and raced inside, leaving Q to shuffle slowly after you. And highly concentrated annoyance in three…two…one…

“Alton!” several voices chorused.

He could not help wincing. Several months of going by “Q” to nearly everyone outside of you made the sound of his birth name almost obscene. Besides that, Q found himself quite suddenly surrounded by a tangle of arms, all of which seemed intent on slapping him on the back.

“Yes, yes, hello,” Q said as he adjusted his glasses.

Of course you would disappear on him when he most needed you. He tried to break through the wall of limbs enough that he could spot you somewhere in the mess, but several thick hands grabbed his arm and pulled him backward.

“Ack!” he cried.

“Hey, where are you going?” A beefy man with a scraggly beard grinned down at him–Dallin, if Q remembered correctly, and the ginger beside him was probably Talbot. Q wrenched himself free and adjusted his tie before answering:

“I need to find [Name].”

Dallin turned Q forcefully toward the counter and pointed. “She’s right over there, ordering the games!”

Q nodded, though he knew his expression was not one of relief. At least the couple standing with you–maybe Granger and Hallie?–weren’t physically assaulting you. He took a step back so he could better see his attackers clearly.

“Ah, [Name],” said Talbot as he watched you clapping excitedly at something Hallie said. “Grew up to be quite a looker, didn’t she?”

Q shrugged. He hardly noticed women enough to be able to compare you to others. Neither of them seemed to expect him to respond, however.

“Yeah,” said Dallin, then he looked over at Q in a manner that nearly made him jump. “You know, I was real into her back in our university days. I was going to ask her out. But man, she was so into you. Wouldn’t even look at another guy.”

“She–She was?” Q twiddled with his glasses again, unsure of how to respond to such a statement.

“Totally,” said Talbot, finally taking his eyes off of your back. “She flirted with you for five months before she got desperate enough to do that whole breast thing.”

“I…” Q cleared his throat uncomfortably and threw a look toward you. Of course, you would have had to figure out how to start a relationship in the most public and embarrassing way possible for him. “I didn’t realize.”

Dallin boomed out a laugh. “Of course you didn’t! Wouldn’t look away from a screen for more than ten minutes then, either!”

“You’re a lucky man. She’s a nice girl.” Talbot nodded.

“I suppose,” Q said, but then Dallin slapped him on the back. The force of the blow knocked the wind and the rest of Q’s words from him.

“Which reminds me!” Dallin said as he looked at you over Q’s head.

You took a pair of dilapidated shoes from the counter and started back toward Q’s little group.

Then Dallin got quite close to his ear to whisper, “We’re fond of her, we are. Wouldn’t want her to go back to pining after you.”

Q tried not to betray his intimidation as he forced himself to look straight into Dallin’s eyes. “So?”

“So don’t break her heart.”

“Or we’ll break your nice little tablet,” Dallin added.

“Hey guys,” you broke in to say. “You ready for a game?”

Both men nudged Q none-too-softly in the ribs. “We were born ready, [Name].” Dallin motioned toward a far lane and you skipped after him without another word.

Q and Talbot watched the two of you wander over. Talbot laughed.

“We’re just kidding, Alton,” he said as he trailed after Granger and Hallie. “Just keep her happy.”

Q’s eyes drifted toward your back before he followed himself. “I’ll try to keep that in mind.”

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Pool Table

Warnings: Just really flirty and implied smut.

WC: 604

Enjoy x

It started once everyone left for the night and you and Nick stayed having another drink and another round of pool. You were trying to at least get one more ball into the hole, you not having much luck. You were bending over the table and Nick came up behind you, leaning onto your back, his hand running down to your hand at the end of the pool stick and his other going around you so his other hand rested on your hand on the top end of the stick, his lips at your ear and your body covered in goose bumps,

“You’ve been waiting to do this all night haven’t you?” you turned your head slightly looking out the corner of your eye.

Nick chuckled and kissed your cheek,

“Maybe. But you have to get at least one ball in tonight”

“I’ am sure that won’t be a problem” you purred with a slight giggled.

“Walked into that one” Nick laughed.

One more game turned into two and then three, with a deal of whomever lost the third game was shouting burgers and fries on the way home. The touching and flirting was obvious to every on looker in the bar as well as yourselves. Nick had a permanent smirk on his face and sparkle in his eye, his hand on some part of your body and yours on his chest or arms. Nick made your face heat up with his constant flirting, his head titles and lip licking.

You were standing on the other side of the pool table watching as he sunk his last-coloured ball and then moved slightly to aim for the black ball. You rushed around pushing yourself between Nick and the pool table, his hips back far enough for you just to squeeze in. Nick looked down at you with a cheeky grin,

“Hey” you cooed, lifting your pointer finger up to run it down along his jaw.

“Hey yourself” Nick lent closer to you “Trying to distract me detective?” Nick raised an eye brow at you, kissing your cheek.

“Is it working?” you bit your bottom lip.

“You know it is” Nick brushed his lips over yours “I’ll do you a deal” Nick looked down at you, his eye lids heavy “You let me win this game, I’ll pay for burgers and when we wake up, I’ll take you for lunch”

“Lunch?” you giggled back.

“There won’t be much sleeping being done tonight amor”

You surged forward, closing the small gap between you both, your lips landing on his. Nick groaned into your mouth, throwing the pool stick on the table, one arm going around your middle and his other going up rest on your cheek. Nick titled his head and you opened your mouth slightly, Nick taking the que to deepen the kiss. The whole room faded away and your hands rested on his middle, pulling him towards you, his amazing body pressing into you. Nick pulled away, the thumb of the hand on your cheek running along your bottom lip,

“You’ve been wanting to do that all night haven’t you?” Nick winked, copying your words from earlier making you laugh.

Nick picked up the pool que lining it up and sinking the black ball. You looked at him as he stood up straight, a confident cocky smile on his face. He stepped to you, putting his arms around your middle and pulling you up onto him so you were up on your tippy toes,

“I believe I owe you a burger” Nick peaked your lips.

“And lunch tomorrow” you grinned.

“And a sleepless night”

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Logo Design Showdown: Famous Logos and Their Controversies

Branding is a wide realm and a company’s logo serves more than just a visual identifier, it’s a root of controversy! But hey, exposure is always good! I’m sure big brandings wouldn’t mind hilarious misconceptions about their emblem logo so long as the people are talking! Even though they’re probably in hushed whispers saying “What were these logo generators thinking?”

Let’s get into learning about how logo making is a lot more challenging than it seems! With all the design principles to keep in mind, there’s always something to learn on top of all that. There are various logo generators apps and logo maker sites you can utilize, it’s always better to be ahead, know more, so keep reading!

F1 Legalities!

The race was totally on for the freshest logo look, but as soon as W+K passed through that distinctive checkered flag, their logo designers were completely blindsided with their compression tights twin! That’s right! The fans were so surprised with their brand shift and made them compare the company’s new logo look with 3M’s product. Legwear and racing, those are two very different backgrounds colliding into one which makes this rebranding all the more humorous to the crowd. It surely became a spectacle worth watching.

Leeds United Played Themselves

Leeds United truly appreciated their audience and ended up with a badge that scored his own goal. Of course, the company claimed to have done an extensive background, the new logo was perceived to be anything but fan appreciation. Resymbol with a flimsy looking vector instead of the iconic fist across the chest. One might even go as far as saying that Leeds played themselves with this redesign fail! This goes to show that in logo redesigning, real extensive research is key!

The Premier League, When The Lion Roars Back

Not everything you see online is true. Take it from this famous branding logo refresh from Premier League. The internet has a way of spreading false information and one of which is the ditching of the iconic lion symbol on their logo. Expectedly, fans caused a digital uproar demanding for the lion to stay. Needless to say, the lion stayed. The reveal was highly-anticipated and totally did not disappoint. But learning from this rebranding ordeal, announcing major brand refresh must be done right or the public would have their two cents out and about.

Uber’s “New phone who dis?” moment

Uber has always been the iconic ‘U’ across all digital spaces and other mediums. But in a world where the quote “if it ain’t broke, then don’t fix it” exists, the company decided to turn their heads and lead the other way. Users were left squinting through their phone screens just to find the app as it loses its well-known visual identifier. It really made their patrons wander back confused through the app store all while contemplating that they should’ve got to where they are headed with the time they allotted into finding the cab hailing app.

Instagram’s Pinkification

Although the branding stood their ground and kept their colorful logo to this day, it used to sport an iconic retro camera that was a staple for every ‘it girl’s’ phone screen. The redesign caused public outrage that turned everyone into critics, stating that the rebrand turned the photo app logo flat and completely lost its character. Nevertheless, the app developed itself over time with this new look that seemed to have a lot of haters and has been iconic since then. Proving that sometimes, it wouldn’t hurt to close your ears!

Met’s Problem with Typography

The logo for Metropolitan Museum of Art was expertly redesigned by Wolff Olins. This of course would not be on the list if it didn’t cause a little bit of a stir within its scene. Although the redesign was impressive, there’s always something the public has to say! Others would call the fresh new look “forward-thinking” but most tagged it as borderline cluttered. The Met’s logo is a total looker though, successfully inviting onlookers to jump between the lines of innovation and irritation.

Gap’s Extensive Identity Crisis Background

Gap is a crowd favorite when it comes to rebranding controversies and this is rooted with their attempt to step out of their blue square into a logo that totally fills in the gaps on any crowd’s forehead (Get it, they’re scrunched!) The brand took its short time outside of the blue square and hopped back right to it after a few not so hushed words from their critics. This proves that sometimes, the best new look is one that’s familiar.

Starbucks’ Logo Shift Boldness

The coffee giant’s logo evolution is not just a tale of change but a tale of adaptation too! Ditching the branding name is a bold move for the company, you gotta hand it to Starbucks to have that much trust in their iconic siren to carry on their company name even without spelling it out. Sometimes, your hope for your branding is your strongest tool! This logo change proves that less is more, and brand identity can thrive on the strength of a single emblem.

Branding and design indeed is indeed joint to the hip with art. Being able to mix the virtues of a branding while creating an effective visual identifier is no walk in the park! Having people spark talks about these logo refresh sure is nice for the branding’s publicity! From legal disputes over tights to questioning a coffee branding’s audacity, each controversy serves as a colorful stroke in the broader picture of our cultural and corporate landscape. These stories teach us quite a few lessons to take note of when creating or redesigning your logo.

You don’t have to wander around in the dark when you’re looking for logo inspiration for your logo rebranding or logo making journey! There are several tools you can utilize that can help you get the job done swiftly and efficiently. Take logo generating apps for instance. There are infinite resources you can find online, digitally all for free! Head on over to Ailogogenerator.com to start your effortless logo-generating journey.This blog is from Ailogomakerr.com