#i assumed everyone gets better even by accident

[naranjapetrificada]

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[eimearkuopio]

Maybe the reason that monsters can be driven away by symbols of faith, but only wielded by the truly faithful, is that anyone who fully understands the symbols they believe in can use them to defang the monsters that were inside themselves all along; and having done so, they can help others. I was born with the gift of wielding a flaming sword; but for my love of humanity, I will steal the fire from the gods and use it to keep the children warm as they make their way back into the garden. I have blunted my sharp edges, except for one last knife that I hope only to use to cut away what seems to fester. I have crafted for myself a soft, caring skin, so that children will no longer need to choose between nourishment and security. We will do better going forward. I am sorry that I failed you. I am sorry that to build you a home, I first had to build you a prison. I love you all. Let's clean this mess up together.

[haven-gum-rockrose]

bruh this weekend has been wild - not substantially: nothing bad has happened - just mentally: brain has not been great.

[cripplecharacters]

Does Your Scarred Character Have to Hate Themself?

[large text: Does Your Scarred Character Have to Hate Themself?]

(TLDR: no. literally no.)

A frequent topic that shows up around facial differences is the self-hatred, self-disgust, self-insert-negative-emotion that we must surely experience. I want to ask* writers without FDs - why? Why do you feel about us in such a way that that's the most common way of depicting us?

*- rhetorical question. I promise I know the answers, but I'm not sure if writers do.

It's frankly worrying to me. Is it really that common to assume that disabled people have this internal, never-ending hatred for themselves? The overwhelming majority of us don't. We hate inaccessibility, when people stare, or some symptoms when they get in the way, or how expensive being disabled is, but I find the concept of us being so completely disturbed by our own disabilities extremely strange. It’s “tragedy porn” intersecting “most basic ableism”.

“But trauma!”

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Trauma of what! People with facial differences don't have some sort of default trauma that we come with like it’s a factory setting. We are a group of people with tens of thousands of stories and experiences!

“Trauma of experiencing ableism/disfiguremisia” - that's better, at least this means something. If you're writing a story about this, please get a sensitivity reader with a facial difference. You can assume how we feel all you want, but in my experience these assumptions are often bizarre and unrealistic. Or just end up writing the same “disability so sad” sob story that everyone has seen a billion times. If you want to write about disfiguremisia, you need to understand the nuance and have more than just the basic level knowledge (which 99% of people don’t have either). If you can’t do that, don’t write about it. Simple as that.

“Trauma of the accident” - thankfully, the accident is an event and a facial difference is a disability. If you want to connect these two like they're one and the same, you're almost surely going to demonize disability. People with traumatic spinal cord injuries, acquired amputees, people with TBI, people with acquired facial differences - we participate in our communities, we have hobbies, we date, we play with our dogs. Disability isn't a death sentence. Media who make it feel like it is certainly don't help people who do suddenly become disabled, don't you think?

Here's a post by @blindbeta about blind characters becoming blind through trauma that’s better made than anything I could hope to write here. I heavily recommend giving it a read.

And, I can't stress this enough - most of us didn't have “the accident”, most of us are born like this! "Traumatic scars" isn't the only facial difference that exists, far from it, it's only one of thousands. It's 99% of our representation and "representation". If you want to make a character with FD - please consider that we aren't a monolith. Just like not all physical disabilities are "wheelchair user with paralysis", not all facial differences are "traumatic scar with somehow no nerve damage".

The overrepresentation of it is incredibly telling, and sometimes - or very frequently - feels like the writer doesn’t actually even want to deal with us. They want to use our disability as a way to cheap drama, moral metaphors, tragic backstories. Not to represent us as living people who are much more similar to you than you apparently think.

Now, I do have enough awareness to know that that's a big part of the appeal. “Horrific Thing #2456 happens” and boom, instant drama! Of course, it's a reasonable response that they would hide their disability for years, avoid talking about it in any way, and magically change their personality to be mean and reclusive, or at least be constantly soooo sad about how much it sucks to be disabled, right?

Do I really need to say that having your character becoming disabled be the worst thing ever is ableism 101? We have been talking about this for so long at this point. Writing about the process of adapting to a specific disability is better left to people who have actual experience in it.

To give an example that will hopefully resonate more with Tumblr users, I will use the fact that I'm also gay. It's not perfect by any means but probably much more familiar territory.

Imagine, let's say, a character. He's gay. The story he's in is supposedly progressive, certainly not trying to be homophobic. The character has experienced an incident, maybe an act of aggression or a hate crime, that happened because he’s gay, which was traumatic. Happens IRL, sure. So of course the character starts hating being gay. He talks about how gross and disgusting it is, he never lets anyone know that he could be “one of them”, certainly not take a stance against homophobia. You can't mention him without mentioning the accident, they're seemingly fused together. No gay love, joy, even basic happiness, he would actually choose to be straight in a heartbeat if given the option to and complains that he can't. This is shown as a neutral, obvious thing that a gay man would do, no one comments on it. He stays like this the whole time, unless there’s a plot twist in the last 10 pages where the world is now magically perfect ("we fixed discrimination, yay!"). This is the only LGBT character in the story.

Keep in mind that there are people similar to this in real life, living with extreme internalized homophobia.

Is this, in your opinion, realistic and thoughtful representation? How does it feel when written by a cishet writer, versus a gay writer who is recalling his experiences? Do you think that it's reasonable for the majority of media representation to be like this, or very close to it? How would it affect younger gay people who might already be uncomfortable with being queer? Are gay men the target audience, or are they not even considered as a group of people who read books? Is this helping or damaging the general public's idea of how it is to be gay? Why or why not?

The Masterpiece

[large text: The Masterpiece]

From 13 to 19 of May, we are celebrating Face Equality week (what a coincidence!). It’s important to me in general - and I wish it was more important to abled people, but I digress - especially its theme for this year.

“My Face is a Masterpiece”

Great statement, it represents the community well, I do enjoy how bold it is. Very cool stuff, I love the work our advocates are doing!

But why do I bring this up?

Well, to very non-subtly show that we aren’t a self-hating group of people. We are a community, a community saying “our faces are beautiful, look!”, we are saying “treat us equally, and do it now!”. Our activism isn’t about self-disgust. It’s about fighting your-disgust. 

Why can’t writers keep up? Why are you still stuck decades behind?

Is this the only reason I bring it up?

The Call to Celebration

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FEI, the org behind organizing it, asks a very simple question (emphasis mine):

“Why do we so often see stories about facial difference as a ‘tragedy’, when they should be about triumph?” “Calling all artists, allies, creatives, galleries.  You can rewrite the story to bring about #FaceEquality and celebrate the unique artistry found in every face. Your participation this #FaceEqualityWeek will help to tell the real story, that there is a masterpiece in every face.”

Here. We are calling for you to stop. Directly from the biggest international advocacy alliance group that's out there. If you create, this is for you.

The last argument to not have your character with a facial difference hate themselves? Because we don’t want this. We are tired and frustrated. For me personally, I’m also offended by this kind of assumption. We aren’t tragedies or cheap entertainment for abled people to pity or be horrified by. We are people, and if you can’t internalize that, you have no reason to write about us.

For once, celebrate us. Happy Face Equality Week!

mod Sasza

[strwberri-milk]

Hii could I maybe request the lads boys and sugar daddies 🤭🤭

It's okay if you don't tho I understand it's not something everyone is comfortable with :)

im understanding this as lads AS sugar daddies but also im like. thinking about it and these are gonna be kinda short bc i just dont see anybody really being a sugar daddy so these are. very general. fun fact - xaviers is based off a fic premise i never wrote

Zayne definitely has the capital to be a sugar daddy and he's heard amongst the other doctors that there are some others who have arrangements. He judges them at first, thinking that it's not something he'd really think he's comfortable dealing with. He learns that things don't have to be purely sexual a night or two of him feeling extraordinarily lonely he decides maybe he could just see if he could find someone to spend time with.

Against his better judgement he meets you, someone who invigorates him mentally and enjoys spending his time with you. Your allowance is incredibly generous and you were expecting him to escalate with each nice dinner he takes you to but he's never made a move on you. He's a perfect gentleman and he makes sure you understand that all he wants from you is your time, however much it costs.

The only way Xavier could end up in this situation is by pure accident. He downloads an app, thinking it was just a way to make friends online. He assumes that payments are for some sort of membership, swiping around until he finds your profile and decides to start chatting with you.

The two of you have a lot in common and when you two meet up for the first time you're glad that he looks a lot younger than you anticipated with the blurry profile photo and slightly outdated shorthand in texting. He sort of slips into the role in a similar manner, paying for your dinners and buying you things that remind him of you.

You don't really think he knows what he's become, especially since you don't receive a traditional allowance of money. You don't mind at all thankfully, fully accepting all of his gifts and meals in exchange for his companionship. Honestly, you don't look at him as a sugar daddy because of how casual everything is, cherishing his friendship as you get to know him.

Rafayel totally does it as a whim. He decides to download an app for fun, not really into dating period. He doesn't like the way that people fawn over him, or try to pretend that they don't care he's rich despite insisting meeting at fancy restaurants and looking at him expectantly to foot the bill.

You agree to a date with Rafayel because not only is he famous, he's stupid pretty. You decide that spending time with him would definitely not be an awful thing to do. Your first date is formal and you try to wow him with knowledge of his paintings. He doesn't seem very interested but the two of you seem to get along, thankfully.

Over time the two of you become more friendly, Rafayel letting his walls down more as the two of you become more honest with each other. He's very kind with his money and you're paid very generously. He finally has a sort of friend outside of Thomas and genuinely likes bugging you, you not minding the extra attention he gives you in addition to the money you're paid.

Sylus is constantly fighting off people trying to flirt with him to enter some sort of arrangement. He exudes both wealth and power so of course people are going to be obsessed with him. He usually brushes them all off, not caring, honestly.

He happens to come across you during an evening of drinking. You're trying to flirt with him, not knowing anything about him other than you think he's a very attractive man. He knows that you don't know him with how forward you are, touching and batting your lashes at him flirtatiously.

He ends up deciding to buy you some drinks and the two of you talk well into the night. He gives you his number to talk to him again, telling you that he'd make sure it was worth your time. When you get home that night you find a package addressed to you. A beautiful set of clothes and jewels that fit you perfectly along with an invitation for an event in the week.

This becomes standard for the two of you and you love it. Being on his arm prevents Sylus from getting accosted from people that are desperate for his attention and you're constantly spoiled by his money. You both benefit, growing closer with each other over time.

[little-pondhead]

Day 20: Pitch Bible AU

I had a lot of fun with this :)

[Quotes from the pitch bible and personal headcanons are below the cut.]

Link to pitch bible

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Pitch!Danny

"The kid with the nerdy, freaky parents. The kid who's afraid of his own shadow."

"Shy, quiet, stumbling and nervous - but always with a smile and a wink to his friends and the camera."

(Page 7)

Danny's death mark looks more like a burn scar rather than Lichtenberg figures. Everyone assumes he was in a fire whenever the trio talks about the Accident. The Fentons back this up since the true events cause an electrical fire in the lab.

He was only bullied about his scars once. Danny burst out crying on the spot, and no one has said anything since. He carries around a homemade balm to soothe the scars when he gets phantom pains.

His death mark extends into his hair and one of his eyes. He now has heterochromia as both Danny and Phantom, as the affected eye's iris was darkened, and a starburst pattern appeared. (inspired by this)

His overall eyesight was also affected, and he now wears reading glasses as a human. Danny frequently loses them, so his friends bought him a used eyeglass chain from a yard sale. The eyeglass chain is made of rainbow beads, and the spirit of the previous owner is attached to it.

Danny took up knitting soon after the Accident to help retrain his fine motor skills and concentration. He's quite good at it, and he made a sweater based on Van Gogh's Starry Night.

Frequently has ectoplasm stains on his clothes from either ghost fights or helping his parents in their lab. Most people think it's paint.

Phantom is invisible to most people (including himself when he looks in mortal mirrors.) He keeps it that way as much as possible, as his appearance is quite inhuman. Danny hates the uncanny valley feeling he causes wherever he goes. Even his friends had to work to get past the instinct to run when he showed himself. He has no pupils, but his death mark remains.

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Pitch!Tucker

"Tucker uses the gadgets that Danny has gotten for him by raiding Mom and Dad's lab: The goggles that let him see ghosts, the backpack that lets him capture them, and the occasional random jet back that Dad was saving for a rainy day."

(Page 17)

Tallest of the trio, even with Sam's boots giving her an inch. Took track and field in middle school, so he's also the most physically fit, even if it's just by a little. Tucker is also the most reckless of the three and carries a first aid kit around for both him and Danny.

Bit of an adrenaline junkie, even if he won't admit it. Red Bull is his go-to over coffee and tea, which both Sam and Danny insist is bad for him. He's always hungry from sharing his meals with Danny, who cannot cook at home.

Tucker was forced to stop wearing his hats in middle school, but he hated his hair at the time, so he dyed it blonde and fried it straight to 'fit in better.' Sam and Danny have yelled at him for it, and he's slowly learning to appreciate his natural hair. (He still wants to keep dying it for a few more years, however. Red is the next color on his list!)

Takes dual courses at the Amity Park Community College in computer science. Became a top student quickly. He uses this knowledge to help Danny tinker with his parents' inventions and computers. (Which is difficult, given their backgrounds.)

Has a form of synesthesia called 'chromesthesia,' which means he sees colors and patterns when he hears sounds. His favorite color pattern is the sound of leaves rustling in autumn since it makes pretty yellow, orange, and red swirls. He turns the most memorable sounds into tie-dye t-shirts.

Tucker uses his 'liberated' Fenton tech all the time. Aside from ghost fights, he will 100% use the jetpack to get to school when he's late or use an extendable arm to hold a drink when he's busy. It drives Danny nuts because he has to recharge the backpack more, but when it comes down to it, he doesn't really mind. After all, Tucker is the one jailbreaking all their equipment.

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Pitch!Sam

"A Goth Janeane Garofalo-type that hides her good looks behind baggy clothes, she is an encyclopedia of conspiracy theories and paranormal activity…a cute girl who loves all things geek!"

(Page 17)

Sam is the most serious of the three and is suspicious of everything. Her parents raised her as a rich elite; nothing comes for free in that type of life. She practically lives in the secondary suite that belonged to her grandmother Ida, tending to the greenhouse and library there.

Her favorite color is purple, and she raises Purple Emperor butterflies in the greenhouse in an attempt to increase their population, despite her location. She raises other butterflies and insects as well, but the Purple Emperors are her pride and joy. She wears purple butterfly charms in honor of them.

She has a bigger library than the high school, with books on topics Danny and Tucker have never heard of. During a ghost-induced power outage, they went to Sam and her library to perform an "ancient form of Googling." She did not appreciate that joke.

Cuts and dyes her hair herself, and bothers the boys about proper self care. She even has a little notebook in her pocket that lists reminders, dates, and observations she wants to look back on later. (For example, it reminds her when Danny is supposed to take his medicine, since his memory sucks now.)

Sam researches the paranormal almost obsessively, especially since she gains that psychic link with Danny. She wants to understand it, how it works, and why it happened. (She isn’t aware the ‘get better’ kiss was the cause.)

The random feelings and visions have increased her anxiety tenfold. Tucker jokes that she’s Batman now, since Sam has used her money to create a hundred different backup plans for everything she could think of, including hidden emergency packs all over town.

Once curb-stomped a grown man, as a child, on the day of Grandma Ida’s funeral because he was bragging about influencing the final will in his favor. She brings this energy to any fight she’s capable of participating in, and ghosts have learned to give her a wide berth. Locals just think she’s nuts.

[another-lost-mc]

I would like to imagine that my MC recently got a reversible octupus plushie she got from human world when she visited home. The demon brothers notices the new plushie in MC's room but did not care about it until they saw it changed to the angry face.

Now, everyone of them is frantic, including Luci but his prideful self decides to keep it cool.

Who in the Devildom made MC mad? Asmo and Levi is crying. Mammon is pacing around the common room. Luci, Satan, and Belphie are seething. Beel lost his appetite.

They did not notice anything while at RAD, or when the residents from Purgatory Hall visited.

Was it because Beel ate MC's pudding, when she specifically said that she's keeping it because she will eat it as a midnight snack?

Was it Levi when he *asked* MC to watch new anime season installment, for 3 nights in a row?

Or Satan when he spam messaged MC with cat pictures?

Spoiler- It was actually Solomon who switched it to angry just to troll the demon brothers and MC though that it was not a big deal anyway 🤣

a/n: I want one of those plushies too, they're so cute.

when mc has a reversible mood plushie | the demon brothers

0.5k words| sfw | gn!reader

cw: a bit of mischevious sleep/dream stuff in belphie's section.

They freak out when they see your plushie is turned to the angry side and assume you're unhappy. One day they peek in your room to talk to you. They spot the little octopus plushie laying on your bed and it's flipped back to the happy side again. Yay! But wait, what did they do to make you so happy in the first place?!

Lucifer thinks that you liked all the extra time you spent helping him with some student council business this week. You complained at the time, but was that a ruse to hide how much you enjoyed his company as much as he secretly enjoyed yours?

Mammon thinks you're his good luck charm and wouldn't you know it, he just hit it big at the casino. He has a few outstanding bills to pay off, but first he's gonna buy you something nice!

Levi gave you some extra gacha capsule toys he had duplicates of. He wasn't even sure if you liked that anime, but maybe he guessed your favourite character by accident. (After this, he's going to give you a lot of little gifts featuring a particular character whose name you don't even remember, but he looks so excited to give them to you that you can't refuse.)

Satan thinks about the books he's lent you recently and assumes curling on the sofa with a good book solved all your problems. He loves those particular books and now he's certain that you love them too. Of course you did, who else knows your taste in literature or anything else better than him? He can't wait to talk to you about them in more detail later.

The only thing Asmo can think of is that you realized a selfie of you two together on Devilgram started trending before he even noticed. Well, he's going to be taking your picture a lot more from now on. It's adorable how camera-shy you are, but he promises to keep most of them private for only the two of you to enjoy. ♡

Beel avoided a meltdown last night when the buffet he took you to threatened to cut him off. He tries really hard to keep his hunger in check when you go out together, so you must be really proud of him! Maybe he'll pick up a few dozen cupcakes at Madam Scream's as a thank-you gift...

Belphie could tell you were feeling stressed last night. His brothers just don't know how to leave you alone, do they? They bother you with their foolishness and you're too nice to say no (even though he knows your grumpy little octopus friend is a warning to them all if they don't get the hint). If he made you a little drowsy after dinner so you could go to bed early and get a good night's sleep, that's his business. He thought he was careful not to leave a trace when he visited your dreams last night too, but maybe you knew he was there all along? Well, he's happiest when he can spend time with you, awake or asleep, so it makes sense you feel the same way.

[mrshowlettsgarden]

hii!!

i just read your prompt list and was wondering if i could request prompt 8

thank you smm!!

─➭ Thank you for requesting! I hope you enjoy! - Kaya <3 (prompt list)

Tell Me Who Did It - Logan Howlett: the one where you got hurt by accident

─➭ pairing: Logan Howlett x wife!fem!reader

─➭ content warning: prompt #8, wife!reader, fluff, protective!logan, bruises(?)

─➭ take a walk in the greenhouse (master list)

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You were setting up the Christmas decorations around the mansion to get ready for the festivities coming up. Due to the high walls and ceilings, decorating the house was a chore and needed a freakishly tall ladder to put them in place. Unfortunately for you, Logan wasn’t here to help since he was out with Charles for a mission, and he won’t be back till tomorrow, so you had Scott help you out since everyone else had classes to teach. 

The both of you found the garlands to put up around the house and well that’s when things took a turn…

While you were trying place the garlands around the staircase, Scott was holding the ladder down for you to keep it steady but the one thing you both didn’t take account of was teenagers fucking horse playing inside. 

Billy and the other boys decided it was a perfect time to play football indoors then long story short Billy threw one of the boys with an unnecessary amount of force launching him into the ladder knocking you and Scott down hard.

Not to be dramatic but it’s like your life flashed before your eyes when you realized that you were falling and that’s all you remember after that.

You woke up less than an hour later with a small concussion but a huge bruise from your forehead and around your eyebrow. Now, that was a tender spot to not touch for the next couple of weeks. 

Billy and the boys were reprimanded for their behavior and accident by Scott - whose ribs are bruised from the ladder falling on him - and Jean but there was one person who they forgot about. 

No, no. Not Charles. 

Logan.

Logan and Charles came back the next day and you swear you didn’t think it was that big of a deal till Logan laid his eyes on your face when you were walking to greet him at the front door with everyone else. 

Yes, you did forget about the bruising. Your husband was home? That’s all that’s on your mind. 

You weren’t even down the stairs yet and Logan was on you in milliseconds. 

“Sweets,” his gaze zeroed in on your bruise as he gently cupped your cheeks to move your face to the side so he could get a better look at it. Once he fully saw the severity of your purple bruise it was obvious that it wasn’t a simple bump that happened. 

You’re hurt. And he wasn’t here to prevent that. 

Were you on a mission too? No, no, that can’t be because he doesn’t see anymore bruises on the rest of your body. He also doesn’t smell any blood on you so nothing he can go from there. 

As he was looking for what you assume is further injuries his eyes split into an angry look as you felt his body and hands tighten under your touch. “I’m going to ask you one and one time, baby,” his voice deepened as a scowl formed on his face, “Tell me who did this to you. Now.”

It wasn’t a question more of a demand but that’s not up for debate right now. 

You forgot there was an audience around you so you nervously laugh at the realization and try to calm him down. Him pissed off after any mission is asking for destruction.

 “I’m okay, my love,” you kiss his cheek, “Welcome ho-“

“Sweetheart,” he cut you off as he moved his hands from your jaw down to your hips to slightly move you away from him, “who the fuck did it?”

“Billy did,” Rogue said nonchalantly as she pointed at him, “He knocked her off a ladder when she was putting up the decorations.”

Your eyes grew wider as your head snapped at Rogue and told her to shush. Before you could call her out for calling Billy out, Logan’s warm hands left your body and was stomping his way towards Billy who was already on his way to run for his life. 

You cried out a laugh as you chased Logan down to stop him from possibly killing Billy. “Logan!! Stop! Stop! I’m okay! It’s okay, it was an accident,” you cry out as you try pulling Logan’s arm back. 

“Bullshit!” he snaps as he practically drags you with him on his chase, “Nothin’s an accident with that shitass kid!” 

“Rogue! Storm!! Help me!!” you give a panicky look at Rogue and Storm who were just watching and laughing in entertainment. Then they ran over to help you pull your husband back but that wasn’t enough close to helping. 

Logan followed Billy out to the driveway of the mansion with pure rage and determination. If you weren't trying to save a child's life right now, you'd be way more turned on than you are at the moment.

It took a lot of laughable begging from you and Billy - who was being held up in the air by the collar of his shirt - to get Logan to relax and listen to the story but it went in one ear and out the other. Plus, it didn’t help that Rogue kept adding fuel to the fire just because she felt like stirring the pot more. 

Storm ended up just walking Billy back to Charles’ office to not only get reprimanded more but for protection away from Logan. You looked back at Logan to see his back to you and as well as him panting with pent up aggression. 

“Honey,” you say smoothly as you move yourself in front of him, “I’m good okay? You know I’ve been through worse.”

“That doesn’t help, darlin’”

“I know, I know but still,” you smile as you pull him into your embrace, and he immediately melts into your arms. He buried his face into the crook of you neck and took one deep breath then finally relaxed. "Just relax for a minute, Lo," you say in a comforting tone.

“I’m away for one day and you get hurt,” he scoffs playfully, “Did you even have anyone hold that dingy ladder down for you?”

You were mindlessly scratching the back of Logan’s hair on his neck when you hummed out, “Yeah, Scott was holding it.” And with that Logan tenses again under your hold. 

Shit…

He pulls away with the same determination to break someone in half and the next victim was poor, poor Scott. 

“Summers?” he growls and you nervously laugh again, “Couldn’t even hold a god damn ladder.” 

The next thing you knew he was back inside the mansion yelling out Scott’s full government name with a venomous tone. 

Oh no… Not again…

“Scott! Run!” you laugh as you run for Logan again. 

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[hxney-lemcn]

Late Night Chaos — Daisuke x gn! reader

summery: you share your first kiss with Daisuke.

tw: idk, insecure reader?

a/n: this turned out kinda meh, starting to burn out, I'll start with the actual plot in the next one.

wc: 1.4k

Master List

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight | Part Nine

You hadn’t meant to peek. You honestly thought it was a book you forgot you brought. Well, that was until you noticed the leather book had no title, which you then assumed was a sketch book your parents gave you in a misguided attempt as a gift that somehow ended up in your book pile. But when you opened it you realized you were sorely mistaken, sketches of pokemon, digimon, and the crew littered the pages. This was Daisuke’s sketch book. Not only was it because no one else on board would draw pokemon (as far as you knew), but the farther into the book you went, the more the pages were just filled with images of you. Whether it be just little stick figures of you and Daisuke holding hands, or full on detailed sketches of your face, all the way to your name doodled on the corners with his last name (or vice versa). 

Oh gosh, you felt like a monster. You weren’t supposed to be seeing these. Daisuke must've left it in your room by accident and here you were paging through it without his permission. You were a terrible partner. Snapping the book close, you squeezed your eyes shut. Why the hell did you keep looking? Damn you and your curiosity, you broke a boundary that you only hoped could be mended. 

With determination to make this right, you marched out of your room, the small book clutched to your chest. Thankfully it wasn’t too late, you had just been getting ready for sleep when you stumbled upon it after all. Honestly, it was surprising Daisuke wasn’t with you already, the two of you shared a room more often than not these days. It wasn’t a far walk to his rooms, everyone's sleeping quarters were close to each other. Knocking on his door, you didn’t have to wait long, the open door revealing Daisuke with his gameboy in hand.  “Hey,” You greeted.

“Hey,” He replied back, glancing up at you before quickly looking back at his game. “Jus’ give me a sec. I’m almost done with this level.”

“Okay,” You murmured, shuffling over to sit on his bed. That made Daisuke paused for a second, glancing at you once again and noticed your nervous expression. Biting his lip, he let out a groan when the game let out the familiar sound of losing, you had unintentionally distracted him and he failed again. Letting out a frustrated sigh, he tossed the handheld console to the side, plopping down next to you. He needed a break anyways, he had been trying to beat that level for thirty minutes straight.

“What’s up?” Diauke asked, tilting his head to get a better look at you.

“I’m sorry,” You apologized, holding his sketchbook out to him. “I didn’t realize it was yours and I looked through it. I should’ve stopped when I realized it wasn’t mine but I kept looking. I am so sorry.”

Taking the book from your hands, Daisuke put it to the side and instead gently grabbed your hands, a small smile tugged at his lips, “Hey, it’s alright. I don’t mind, not that big of a deal.”

You paused, staring at him, eyes wide and slightly confused, “You’re not angry? Aren’t those personal? I went through your stuff.” It was like you were trying to justify your guilt, not able to accept the fact that you had probably over thought the whole ordeal. Not able to accept the fact that you could be forgiven so easily. Why wasn’t he angry? Or annoyed? Sure, he always seemed laidback and carefree, but he was still human. You had seen him insecure, and bummed out, it wasn’t out of the wheelhouse to see him at least peeved as well. 

“It was an accident,” He shrugged, rubbing his thumb across the back of your hand. “And it’s mostly just silly doodles, nothing to get upset about. I’d let you look at them if you asked…or even give you a few.”

“There seemed to be a few personal ones,” You murmured, hands tightening around his own, but your argument sounded weak even to you. 

Letting go of your hands, Daisuke opened his sketch book and flipped to an image of you with little hearts surrounding it, a mischievous grin on his face, “You mean the ones like this?”

You opened your mouth, face warming at how nonchalant he was about it. Glaring at him you huffed, “I can’t stand you.”

“Is it a crime to draw the one you love?” Daisuke asks dramatically, putting a hand over his heart. 

“Yes,” You responded in a deadpan tone. 

With a pout, he replied, “Well, you can’t blame me for wanting to draw something pretty.” 

Giving in to your impulses, you leaned forward and smooshed his cheeks in between your hands, “You can’t just say things like that and get away with it.”

Daisuke merely giggled, grin brightening under your palms. This was supposed to ease your cute aggression, not make it worse, but it seemed you still didn’t have a full understanding of your emotions. Perhaps you never will fully understand it, but what you did know was that you were going to make him pay for his crimes. 

Leaning forward, you place a short kiss on his forehead. Your heart jumped when you made eye contact, his brown eyes shining, watching you in awe. It pushed you to go further, moving your palms from squishing his cheeks to holding his jaw, assaulting his face with fluttering kisses. You made sure you didn’t miss an inch, stomach twisting in knots at how much affection you were sharing, but also feeling oddly content. When you finished, you pulled away enough to make eye contact once more. 

Daisuke felt his heart pound in his chest, his cheeks warm and eyes wide in awe. You had been pretty reserved in your relationship so far, not that he minded. You were clearly out of your depth, unsure how to accept and offer physical affection, but your kind actions and words showed how much you cared. Although he was also new to the whole dating thing, being affectionate with you had become second nature to him. Having you not only act first, but cross a boundary neither of you dared to cross took his breath away and made him feel all melty. 

Sure, you hadn’t kissed him on the lips, but neither of you had done more than hold the other. The feeling of your lips continued to warm his skin, and he couldn’t help but wish you just laid one on him, but he also respected your wishes. If you weren’t ready for that, he wouldn’t push. He wanted you to go at your own pace since you were clearly more uncertain in the relationship. 

“You missed,” Daisuke teased, watching you with a warm gaze.

Pouting Scowling, you smooshed his cheeks again, causing him to laugh. Your blood thrummed in your ears, your heart speeding up and you continued to feel more confident in your actions. You glanced down at his lips, should you…? Was that him giving you the okay? Were you even ready for that?

Apparently tonight was a night of acting instead of thinking for you. Relaxing your hold on his face, you placed the shortest peck on his lips in recorded human history. Daisuke barely felt it, but it still made his breath hitch. You had actually kissed him, lip to lip, the whole smoocharoo. You stared at each other, wide eyed and hearts beating in tandem. Such a simple moment for some was world changing for you both.

“Can…can we do that again?” Daisuke whispered, scared to break the atmosphere.

You nodded, a shaky okay spilling from your lips. It was Daisuke’s turn to act first, closing the gap between you and pressing your lips in a light kiss. You press your lips to his a bit firmer, but your inexperience shows as you're left unsure how to proceed. You felt a bit embarrassed, but it was hard to keep that thought as Daisuke smiled so much you ended up having to pull away. 

“We gotta work on that,” He muttered, his grin betraying his giddiness. 

“I think you just want more kisses,” You murmured back, feeling your heart skip a beat. 

“Can you blame me?” He laughed, wrapping his arms around your waist. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a while now.”

“Must be your lucky day then.”

“The luckiest.”

[augustinewrites]

in the years bakugou katsuki’s friends have known him, they have learned that despite his loud and brash personality, he was a notoriously private person. he seldom posted on social media, rarely did interviews or showed up on talk shows. the media still ate him up, his evasiveness about his life outside of hero work only leaving people wondering just what he was hiding.

“are you sure this is the place, denks?”

he kept his private life hidden so well under wraps that he didn’t even tell his bestest friends in the whole wide world that he’d moved apartments. they’d found out by accident.

kaminari checks his phone again. “yeah! this place is on shinsou’s patrol route. i don’t think bakugou knows, but shin and i have seen him walk in here three times this week!”

simply entering a building on its own wouldn’t be enough to rouse suspicion. the first time, shinsou had reported that he’d seen bakugou wearing his uniform trailing behind a woman in a suit - someone from legal or pr, he assumed - and kaminari had thought it was for a witness interview and brushed it off.

the second time had been a little more unusual. it’d been bakugou on his own, dressed casually with his cap tipped low and his backpack slung over his shoulder. kaminari hadn’t had much time to think about that one because he’d been helping an old lady cross the street, so he’d just assumed he was visiting a friend or something.

the third time had been downright suspicious, because he’d seen bakugou dressed casually and carrying two bags of groceries in his arms. this occurrence had been downright suspicious, and had prompted kaminari to make a groupchat to share his findings.

kirishima glances around the busy street, humming. though it’s one of the wealthier districts in musutafu, the street is quiet, sleepy, dotted with small shops and street vendors. the closest agency is three blocks away, and it isn’t even bakugou’s. “it’s kinda far from our agency, don’t you think? it’s way off our patrol area, and his job is basically his life. why would he live here?”

“that’s what we’re here to find out,” kaminari shrugs, pocketing his phone. there’s a doorman stationed outside the building, sending the pair a polite grin as he holds the door open. “swanky place though, don’t you think? maybe i should get myself a nike deal too! then i can finally get out of shin’s place.”

___

katsuki’s just gotten out of the shower, stirring idly at the pot on the stove when he hears a knock at his front door. he flicks the heat down a notch before heading for the door to peek through the peephole.

that’s when pro-hero dynamight, number two on the hero billboards, and a role model for children everywhere, leans back and mutters, “fuck.”

another knock, a little more insistent this time. “hey, bakugou? you home? denks, if this isn’t his place this is gonna be real awkward.”

“fuck. fuck,” he glances over his shoulder at the bedroom, then back at the door. this wasn’t how everyone was supposed to find out. especially not ei and denki of all people, whose mouths were bigger than their combined iq.

he lets the analytic hero side of his brain assesses the situation first. the obvious answer is that he could just…not open the door. it’s a good, quick solution in the short term, but will still come back to bite him in the ass later. when it comes to his personal life, no wall (or door, in this case) could withstand the nosiness of his friends.

his other option was to, well, open the door. just a crack, of course. feeding the vultures a half-truth would placate them for the time being, so he could retreat and come back with a better plan.

“hey! bakugou!” kaminari cheers when he begrudgingly opens the door. “so you do live here!”

“last time i checked, yeah,” he huffs, staying planted firmly in the doorway. he treats this like he would any interview, shutting down any unwanted questions with blunt, half-answers. it’s usually enough to deter most reporters, but his friends have learned to shrug off his hostility simply because they lack any self-preservation skills.

“can we come in?” kirishima asks hopefully. “we wanna see your new place!”

“no.”

he rolls his eyes at their identical pouts. “why not?”

“because i can’t trust you both near things that can stain.” he gestures to the hall. “now can you please get out of here so i don’t burn dinner?”

“ugh, fine,” kaminari relents with a louder than necessary groan, which katsuki immediately finds suspicious, especially when the blond places a hand on his shoulder. “i gotta admit, this is a nice place, man, you did good. i’m proud of you.”

katsuki feels it a second too late– the light tingling that often precedes–

he curses through clenched teeth as kaminari shocks him with a voltage just shy of a taser, body folding as it fights the current. his so-called friends take the opportunity to push past him and into his living room.

“awe, look!” that electric dipshit coos, picking up a picture frame. “It’s a picture of all of us at graduation!”

“and look at this one! this one is of him and–” kirishima’s expression shifts into genuine surprise. “this is the head of our legal department…and you’re kissing her! on the mouth!”

of course it’s then that the bedroom door opens, three heads turning to see you walking out, toweling off your wet hair. “katsuki?”

the pro, still crumpled in the doorway, looks away as his friends do a double take, then fix him with wide eyed stares.

“katsuki!” you gasp, rushing to his side. “oh my god, are you okay?”

“‘m fine,” he coughs, letting you help him to his feet. “aside from the two ass clowns in our living room.”

“hey!”

“oh, ignore him,” you simper, pressing yourself into his side. “he loves you guys, but right now…i think he’d prefer to love you from afar. at least until our housewarming party!”

“housewarming party?!”

[starrclown]

I've see ALOT of LMK angst and I have nothing better to do (cause it's late at night) and I'm not working on my LMK apocalypse au right now sooo-

LMK ANGST HEADCANNONS

Triggerwarning for Violence, Blood, Suicidal thoughts, and other general upsetting topics.

(Feel free to leave yours below. Let's make these characters sad together!)

:D

Pigsy gets upset when people joke about Wukong being Mk's dad. It's insulting to him, the one that raises Mk since he was so little.

Wukong is someone that craves physically touch but also can't stand it. It stems from all the violence he's been apart of + the crown messed him up alot. He was SUPER uncomfortable with Mk touching him in the beginning. It has to be on his terms if you wanna touch him.

Macaque doesn't have a heart beat anymore.

Because of Macaque never coming back when Wukong needed him, Wukong had no trust that Macaque will come back if they have a argument. He assumes that Macaque is just gone and gets upset about it. Eventually Macaque comes back and realizes Wukong's upset but he doesn't bring it up cause he doesn't know how.

Redson doesn't really understand why his father doesn't seem to like him. He assumed that his dad would be overjoyed to see him again, not how he's acting now.

Mei had many breakdowns because of her grades and the pressure to be a spectacular student.

Pigsy got bullied alot in school for being a pig demon. It wasn't everyone, most people liked him, just a specific group of kids.

To add on to #7, Tang used to beat himself up over not being able to help Pigsy. He HATED seeing Pigsy getting bullied but he knew that if he tried to start a fight he would either get beat because he can't fight or get himself kicked out of school.

Mk gets nightmares of Wukong getting forced into the scroll. Sometimes he wonders what would of happened if Wukong never got out. He usually ends up crying.

The closest thing Sandy ever got to being violent is when one of his cats scared him and he accidently dropped Mo. He cried. Alot. (Mo was fine but he just hates his cats being hurt.)

Sandy still doesn't know Hunstman is dead. He just thinks that Huntsman was scared of him so he never came back. (Guess Hunstmans my favorite and he's dead and i hate it here god dammit.)

No one can say anything about Azure or Azure's death around Wukong because he will get upset. Macaque made a joke one time and Wukong lost his shit. He's still kinda shooken up about it.

Some of the baby monkies recognize Macaque as the one disguised as Wukong that ate the monkey and passed it around. Those monkies REFUSE to be around him. They get violent if they have to be around him.

Nezha wants to see Wukong, Redson, and the others more but his job is so demanding he barely gets to leave.

Wukong physically couldn't be around Tang for long periods of time when they first met. He got more comfortable with him over time but Tang reminded him to much of Tripitaka and he couldn't handle it.

Mei doesn't yell out of anger, like serious anger alot. When she finally yelled at Wukong because of the fire, all Wukong saw was Ao Lie screaming at him. (Stole that headcannon from a friend of mine. Thanks Ainnur you ruined my life.)

Mk brought up the fact that Wukong was willing to put the fire into himself and sacrifice himself, almost certainly killing himself in the process one time. Wukong kinda laughed and just said "Yeah, had to save the world bud. It's a shame Macaque messed up my plan, the world woulda been a little bit more peaceful if me AND Lady Bone Demon died." He wasn't even trying to admit suicidal feelings, he was just being honest. This scared the SHIT out of Mk because Wukong just admitted that he can and will kill himself if he feel he needs too.

Sandy often feels left out of the group and not as important but he doesn't wanna ruin everyone's fun so he stays quiet.

Bai he was ready to die when she was found by the Monkie Gang. She wasn't scared of death anymore.

Bai he was scared of Wukong when they first met face to face. Wukong apologized and explained himself. Over time she got a little more comfortable with him. She understands why he's apologizing but at that point she was so ready to die she didn't care who did it.

Redson wants to be around Sun Wukong again but he doesn't know how to start the relationship again. Same on Wukongs part but he's a bit more forward.

Macaque gets physical in fights fast. Partly cause his fights with Peng, Partly cause of his life before Wukong, Partly cause of Lady Bone Demon. If Macaque thinks a situation will get rough, he'll try to fight but if he thinks he'll lose he'll dip.

Princess Iron Fan unintentionally critiques Redsons's looks all the time. It messes with him alot so he's quite insecure.

Mei feels the need to always be upbeat and cheerful so Mk doesn't sink to far into depression. She can tell when he does this for her but she doesn't bring it up.

Pigsy's worst fear is that Mk won't come back home. The nightmares he's had of this is brutal.

I could make more but I'm sleeeeepppy. I'll make a part two one day though. Leave your own headcannons cause seeing other people break down these characters is so fun.

(How some people think Mk will be in season 5)

- ⭐️StarClown⭐️

[jellysxtarr]

hello!

could you write the neighborhood with a sweetheart! neighbor?

they find trinkets whenever they’re walking outside to relax in whatever spot they find comfy/involved in the regular shenanigans and gift it to their neighbors once they’re distracted doing something else (they remind me of a crow now that i think about it 😭)

whether that’d be a butterfly charm, a pie hair -tie or a pop soda metal cap, they’ll try to make it look like its brand new again if its rusted and the paint is worn off.

share slices of fruit and lend an ear when they find them feeling down or in a pickle

the neighbor can’t tell jokes for the life of them so they pay for their supplies with bets (long time card game rivals with howdy)

people can’t tell if they’re in a romantic or platonic relationship with any of the cast.

for them, its somewhat in between but they love and care for their neighbors regardless

sorry for making this so long, feel free to shorten or decline this req! hope you have a nice day (⊃｡•́‿•̀｡)⊃💗

Woah woah woah anon!! Don't worry about it being too long! I love the effort you put into your request!

Welcome Home cast with a gn! Sweetheart neighbor

Warnings: /

𖤐 — Everyone in the neighborhood knew what type of person you were (in a positive way of course!). You looked out for them, frequently gave them gifts, lend an ear for them and hanged out with them as much as you could.

𖤐 — It wasn't surprising that you came back with something new to give them as a gift, handing it to one of your neighbors while saying its something that reminded you of them.

𖤐 — You were right there whenever one of your neighbors was feeling down, listening to what they have to say, lending them advice (if you're good at it!) And giving as much comfort as you could to turn their mood better.

𖤐 — One thing you don't necessarily understand, would be jokes. Whenever Barnaby cracks a joke or two, muttering on how you don't get it while receiving a pat on the back with a chuckle from Barnaby (who tries to explain the joke in the way you'd understand), was something that would happen from time to time.

𖤐 — Not that anybody was really bothered from it of course! You'll understand it some day, for the time being, you'll be hearing Barnabys simple knock knock jokes!

𖤐 — Often it would happen that you'd pay for your supplies with a simple card game, setting bets with Howdy while either winning or losing the bet. It is, of course some small friendly rivalry between the both of you, ending it with a laugh and waving you goodbye after the card games for your supplies.

𖤐 — Something that's entirely different with each of your neighbors, is when you hang out with them. It was a difference experience with each of them which never got boring or too repetitive.

𖤐 — May it be some fun games with Julie (maybe even sports! Of course, if you want to take the risk with an accident), talking about bugs with Frank, listening to Barnabys jokes and attempting to crack one on your own (even though you end up telling your joke completely wrong), riddles or even another round of card games with Howdy, helping Eddie deliver mails around the neighborhood (if he allows it), baking with Poppy, acting out a random play Sally had in mind or even painting with Wally (if you can paint, of course!).

𖤐 — Another thing that has occasionally happened, was that one of the neighbors (or anybody outside of the neighborhood) falsely assuming you're dating someone from the neighborhood, and pop the question the moment they could. Which you nicely declined, shaking your head and saying you guys are only friends.

𖤐 — Everyone in the neighborhood was your friend. You loved them dearly and appreciated them a lot (hence the constant gifts and trinkets you give them). You cared for them deeply, considered them a new found family even.

𖤐 — it's something you never want to change, and hopefully never will change on it's own.

[justastraymoa]

Unwilling Alpha

Chapter 4

Masterlist taglist

Things get cleared up.

Warnings ⚠️ swears, abo dynamics, mentions of slave trade, mentions of rape, mentions of abuse, mentions of death, fear, manipulation.

Nothing within reflects anyone or anything irl

While we worked, he asked me about myself and told me funny stories about his career.�� Including several iconic moments.  I was laughing so hard I had to cross my legs so I wouldn’t wet myself.

The noise attracted Chan.  “JYP.  I didn’t realize you were here.”

“I was helping y/n clean up from dinner.”  JYP responded.  Was it my imagination or did he sound mad?

Chan blinked over at me like he just realized I was in the room.  “Oh.  I didn’t realize.”

“It’s fine.  It’s my duty.  Go do business.  I’m almost done here.”  I shood both males.  Neither moved.

Chan looked shocked and confused.  Like he had no idea what was going on.  “No, it’s-it’s Bins day for dishes.”  He shoved a thumb in the direction of the living room where I presumed Changbin was.

“Should I have left everything on the table?”

“She isn’t your maid or slave.  Using her to clean and care for you without anything in return makes you-us-no better than the Alpha slave traders!  We even have her locked up in here!”  JYP snapped throwing the sponge into the sink.

“I’m sorry.  I didn’t even realize.”  Chan started, running a hand through his hair.  “I was working on lyrics all day and just assumed-let Changbin finish.”  He gently ushered me to the living room with JYP following.

As soon as I entered the room all the chatting and laughing stopped.  Han, Lee Know, Changbin, And Felix looked up at us.

“Jeongin, Seungmin, Hyunjin, come to the living room.”  JYP called out.

Oh great.  “It’s really fine.  Theres no need to make this a thing.  I’ll leave the rest to Changbin.”  The last thing I needed was to have them all more upset with me.

I was ignored.  The others joined us in the living room, all looking expectantly at JYP.

“Last I heard, you were all sure y/n was the Alpha for you.”  JYP began.  I shifted, uncomfortable.  “Now I come today to her thinking she is only here to be your Alpha slave and smelling of nothing but despair.  What is going on?”

Sungmin spoke up first.  “She doesn’t want to be here.  She doesn’t want to be our Alpha.  Of course she’s sad.  She can’t wait to leave us.”

“Well, if she didn’t then, she certainly does now!  You were supposed to be using this week to convince her to stay!”

“Hyung told us leave her alone.”  I.N pointed out.

Hurt, I looked over at Chan.  He told them to treat me like this?  He went through all the trouble of getting me here just to hurt me!

The tears dropped before I even registered them.  Before I could stop them.

“No!”  Chan, wide eyes at seeing my tears, quickly used his sleeve to wipe them away.  More just replaced them.  The dam was broken, there was no stopping the flood now.

“No, I didn’t say that!  I promise!”  he insisted.  I stepped out of his reach.

“You told us not to bug her.  So, we left her alone.”  I.N explained.  He kept glancing at me, wringing his hands.  In fact, everyone was fidgeting.

“I said not to bug her about staying!  I wanted us to get to know her!  Bring her into our circle with no expectations!”

“So…we don’t have to leave her alone?”

“Not completely-no!”

I.Ns steps landed heavily as he ran over and nearly body slammed me as he wrapped me in a right hug.  “I’m sorry!  I didn’t mean to make you cry!”  He anxiously wiped at my tear-stained cheeks.

“So, all of you just ignored her all day and made her clean up after you?”  JYP asked.

“The second one was an accident, but still my fault.  I forgot it was my day to clean up.  I didn’t realize she was doing it.”  Changbin spoke up looking contrite.

“I’m so disappointed in all of you.  I entrusted her to you because I thought you would treat her kindly whether she was your Alpha or not!  I have half a mind to send her home right now!”

“It was a misunderstanding.”  Hyunjin pointed out.

“We will treat her better.”  Felix promised.

“I’ll keep a closer eye on everything.”  Chan put in.

I.N rested his forehead against mine.  “I’m so sorry, y/n.”  He whispered to me.

I was hiccupping from crying so much, but I nodded against him, accepting his apology.  I was finally starting to calm down.

“You all take better care of her.  Y/n, unblock me and tell me if anything else happens.  Or doesn’t happen.”  JYP ordered.  He patted my hair soothingly in a very fatherly fashion, then stormed out with one last glare at the Omegas.

For a man I only met a couple days ago he sure was protective of me.  But then again if he had been keeping tabs on me all my life, I guess he would have developed protective feelings.  Or resentment.  I’m glad it isn’t resentment.  Even if protective feels a bit weird.

I.N moved back, away from me as Han came up with a box of tissues.  He offered me the box with a small attempt at a smile.

“I’m sorry.  I’m overreacting.”  I sniffed as I grabbed a couple tissues and blew my nose.

“No, it’s us who are sorry.  We made you feel like this.”  Hyunjin disagreed.

Hand stepped a bit closer.  “Can I hug you?”  He asked quietly.

Nodding I opened my arms in invitation.  He immediately stepped into them with a deep breath of my undiluted scent.  He snuggled under my chin and started twisting us both from left to right.

Chan stepped into my field of vision.  “Y/n.  This all got way out of hand.  You aren’t our slave, we aren’t trying to hold you captive.  We never meant to make you feel that way.”

Still holding Han with one arm, I reached the other out to Chan.  He gripped my hand.  “I believe you.  I think most of what I was feeling was my own fear.  I grew up on horror stories about how Alphas are treated.”  I explained.

Chan squeezed my hand.  “I would understand if you want to leave early.  I can take you to the airport if you want.”  Though he looked like even saying it pained him.

I grunted as a body collided with me from behind.  Felixs scent rushed over me, mingling with Han’s sunshine warm scent.  Both reminded me of a soft summer storm.

Chan was offering me a guilt free out.  I could take my suppressant, wait for it to kick in, then go home.  Put all this behind me and hope no one finds out my subgender.

It was honestly so tempting.  It sounded so good.  I should take the out.  Get back to normalcy and safety.

I couldn’t bring myself to.  “Thank you, but I’ll stick this out.”

“Then let’s start over.  Let’s do this right.”  Lee Know suggested.  I nodded.

“In that case.”  Hyunjin started looking shy but determined.  “I pained something for you today.”

He left the room briefly and came back with a mounted canvas about 8X10 if I were to guess.  The actual painting was turned away from my view as Hyunjin fidgeted a bit, face getting progressively redder.

I tapped gently at Felix and Han and they both reluctantly let me go.  I smiled gently at Hyunjin, letting him take his time-even if my anxiety surged at the thought of receiving a gift.

Not just any gift.  A gift from one of my Omegas.  And he was acting so cute and shy about giving it to me.  I really wanted to coo and pinch his cheeks while baby talking at him.

And I haven’t even mentioned how it was a painting done by Hyunjin of Stray Kids.  How freaking full is my fangirl heart right now!

“It’s-um…it’s not very good.  But I couldn’t stop thinking about you all day and your scent is calming.  Like lavender.  So, I wanted to paint you some lavender.”  He rambled before finally thrusting the canvas at me.  I flipped it over to reveal a breathtaking depiction of a bushel of dried lavender.  Flowers are the perfect shade of purple and the details on the petals and stems awe inspiring.

“You did this in a day?!”  I asked.  Hyunjin shrugged.  “This is amazing, holy fuck!  You are amazing!  Thank you, Hyunjin!”

I couldn’t wait to put it up in the guest room for my stay here.  It would bring a wonderful and beautiful pop of color to the plain room.

Reaching out, I pulled Hyunjin in for a hug, standing on my toes to wrap my arms around his neck.  He only hesitated a moment before wrapping around my ribs.

He still smelled of paint.  His scent was something I could only describe as dark, steady, strong colors.  He himself was a painting.  A piece of art from his scent and beyond.  And he was warm.  A pleasant crackling campfire on a cool fall night.

“After practicing on so many Alphas, you think we’d be better at this.”  Changbin noted.

“Theres no other Alphas like Y/n.”  Lee Know stated plainly.

I swatted at Lee Know Playfully, face turning red.  “Stop that!  My god!”  Lee Know saying shit like that will kill me.

“Not good at taking compliments.  Noted.  Challenge accepted.”

“No.  There is no challenge!  Lee Know, I swear to god!”

But he was already smiling maniacally.  I am never going to survive this.  I will die of embarrassment before the week was up, I just know it.

“Bin, go finish cleaning up dinner.”  Chan ordered.

Changbin nodded and immediately left the room.

“I’ll go help him.”  I stated.  After all, I already started it, and it was unfair for him to take the blame for me doing it.  I assumed it was expected of me instead of asking about it.

“Nope, you’ve done enough work today.”  Chan said catching me as I walked by.

He easily picked me up with one arm and deposited me onto the couch.  Once there I was immediately pinned by 2 bodies cuddling up to me, effectively keeping me from moving.

“No fair!”

Felix and Han didn’t seem the least bit repentant.

“I’ve been dying to cuddle you all day long.  No one is going to stop me now.”  Felix sighed, getting more comfortable.

Chan was smiling, dimples on full display.  “I told you they were clingy.”  He shrugged, finding a seat of his own.

“I wasn’t complaining that they are clingy!  I was complaining that they weaponized it!”

This made everyone in the room laugh, lightening the tense atmosphere a little bit.

But Chan grew serious again, leaning forward in his seat and facing me.

“What would you like to watch?”  He spoke gravely.

It made the last of the tension break.  I smiled and shook my head at him.  He failed to hold back a smile of his own, breaking character.

“Just do whatever you were doing before.  Honestly, I’m just going to fall asleep.”  It was true.  Between my sleep schedule being on a different continent and exhausting myself by crying, I was feeling very sleepy.  The pleasant scents and weights of Han and Felix only made me sleepier.

Chan nodded and flipped the game console back on.  They all settled in to play some more while I distracted myself by playing with Han’s hair and gently rubbing my fingers up and down Felixs arm.  The entire time I felt my eyelids getting heavy.

“What did you do today.”  Han asked suddenly, bringing me back to alertness.

I half shrugged.  “Cleaned.  Worked.”  It had not been a good or exciting day.

“What’s your job?”

“Photography.  Videography.  Editing them both.  Today I edited a maternity shoot.”  Currently only 2 of us edit, me and the owner, so there was a lot to edit for the popular little photography business.

“Can I see some?”

“I have some on my phone I can show you later.  Its currently inaccessible.”  The phone in question was in my back pocket.  I was unwilling to move the 3 of us to get it.

Changbin joined us again, sitting by my feet, head resting on my knee.  I reached over to playfully muss his hair.  He looked over and smiled before looking back to the game on the screen.

“Maybe you can do a photoshoot here.  I’m itching to work.  We’ve been on hiatus forever!”  Hyunjin suggested.

I could.  I was going to Korea and meeting Stray Kids so of course I brought my basic equipment.  I hadn’t planned on a big shoot though.  And nothing like Stray Kids caliber photos.

“We could.”  Chan popped in.  “We are allowed to post on our socials.”

It’s true.  It was the one thing about this hiatus that was slightly different.  They didn’t just disappear.  They were on insta, on bubble, and doing lives interacting with fans.

Of course they didn’t elaborate on their search for an Alpha.  Just stated that the search was ongoing.  No matter how pushy some fans got about getting more information.  And some did get way out of line.

Seungmin scoffed.  “Yeah.  Great.  One last photo shoot before Stray Kids die.”

“Seungmin.”  Chan warned.

“What?  Am I wrong?”  Seungmin snapped.  “She’s going to leave at the end of the week, and we will never find another Alpha.  You’re all getting all cozy with her, and she is just going to break your hearts!”

“Enough, Seungmin!”  Chan ordered firmly looking up from the fame to glare at him.  “You are not helping the situation by being a brat about it.”

Seungmin glared right back at Chan, jaw flexing in anger.

I sighed softly.  “Its fine, Chris.  He is entitled to his opinions.  If he wants me to leave him alone, I can do that.”

Seungmin turned to me.  “What I want you to do is stay!  Give us an actual chance!  Instead of just stringing us along!”

“It’s not just as simple as that, Seungmin.  My reasons for not being able to be your Alpha are valid.”

“And what are these valid reasons?”

“Besides the danger that comes with the entire world knowing I’m Alpha?  Theres the fact that I am not meant to be in your world.”  I explained.  “I am a camera person.  Im meant to be behind the camera-not in front of it.”

“Then stay behind your camera!  No one said you had to become an idol!”

“You really think they will be okay with me just being me?  They will force me to change.  It will be slow.  A mandatory haircut here, a selected wardrobe, then a small photoshoot.  I would slowly lose everything I am now.  Everything I worked for – what I made of myself – would be gone.”

This seemed to bring Seungmin up short.  Like this never occurred to him before I pointed it out.

“I never thought of it like that.”  He admitted.

“Of course you didn’t.  Because to you this is the best thing all around.  You like being an idol.  Everyone around you likes being an idol or dreams of being one.  And to you having an Alpha solves a lot of your current and most pressing problems.  So naturally you wouldn’t even consider there being a downside.”

The room was silent for a full minute while they let everything really sink in.  Let all our new realities permeate.  And attempt to find a solution to the issues to make everyone happy.

I let them work through it.  Maybe one of them would find a solution.  A loophole to the law.  But I wasn’t holding my breath.  Instead, I braided small sections of Changbins hair.  Small short braids, just to keep my hands busy and mind occupied.  Felix nuzzled his face into my upper arm and stayed there.

“Us and our security team can keep you safe, but…”  Chan began

“But you can’t stop them from changing me.  Not forever.”  I finished for him.  It was just the facts.  Sad facts, but true.

“What if what you become with us is better?  What you were truly meant to be?”  I.N asked quietly.

And wasn’t that the question of the week?  “That’s a risk I must decide whether to take.  If it’s worth losing who I am to potentially become someone better.”

“In the meantime, we will all continue as planned.  No guilting or pressuring y/n to stay.”  Chan concluded with a pointed look at Seungmin.

With a growl Seungmin stood and stormed from the room.  A door slammed a couple seconds later making me jump slightly.

Sighing heavily, I let my head fall back and hit the couch.  I didn’t blame Seungmin for acting the way he was.  I understand where he is coming from bother personally and professionally.

“We are still searching for other Alphas, but our efforts are coming up short.  We have exhausted every avenue we know.  However, we are not in any way giving up.”  Chan told the others before he stood and followed after Seungmin.

A few seconds passed before Felix spoke up.  “So, do you game?”

I chuckled and shook my head.  “Not the kind you lay.  I’m terrible at them.  I’m good just watching, promise.”

“So, you play like Felix then.”  Lee Know teased.  Felix chucked a throw pillow at him that Lee Know promptly caught with his lightning-fast reflexes.

I was right about falling asleep.  I don’t even remember closing my eyes.  I was watching the boys play some shooter game and then suddenly.

Changbin was cradling me in his arms and carrying me to my bed. I woke myself up enough to wiggle out of my jeans – ignoring Changbins protest about waiting until he was gone – and cocoon myself in the blanket.  I was asleep again in seconds.

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Im so sorry im losing my absolute mind but please hear me out for a second.

Mild tw for implied SA - NOTHING ACTUALLY HAPPENED PEOPLE JUST THINK IT HAPPENED

You know the common misunderstanding au in the danny phandom rn about vlad being a creep and people thinking hes like a CREEPY CREEP and not just a supervillain creep?

Well imagine danny is going on break or something and his dad wants to bring the whole family up to vlads castle for whatever reason.

Danny, obviously, does not want to waste his ONE FREAKING CHANCE of getting some god damn sleep being tormented by vlad and his stupid birds. Plus, vlad will probably plan some big murder plot for his dad and danny CAN. NOT. HANDLE. THAT. RIGHT. NOW.

So danny decides to make a PowerPoint presentation about why he doesnt want to go.

Obviously he cant reveal vlad or his own halfa status so its mostly just really jumbled information about vlad being creepy.

He gets backup from sam, tucker, jazz, and even val. He also knows his mom already dislikes vlad and knows hes a total creep so all he really needs to do is convince his dad.

But??? As hes compiling evidence??? And rehearsing his presentation with hes friends??? He realizes that it sounds super fucked up???

And like, it’s mostly just bad without all the context. But he realizes that Vlad is actually kinda sick in the head. Danny knows he would never actually do something that terrible, but its supper concering how similar his actions are to like, actual bad people.

Danny isnt mad about it or anything, he’s actually just worried about it Vlad.

Danny is not perfect by any means. But Vlad is the only other member of his species besides, like, his fucking clone (which holy shit Vlad what the fuck) or maybe dan who is also fucked up.

Danny knew that Vlads death definitely messed him up, but he never really thought about Vlads actions beyond “obsessive fruitloop, at it again :/“ and is just now realizing that vlad might need psychological help. Which he feels pretty (REALLY) bad about.

Danny has no idea what to do, and no idea who to go to.

So he sneaks out, doesnt even go ghost as he takes the powerpoint to vlad who obviously freaks tf out because holy shit thats SO MUCH WORSE THAN ANYTHING HE COULD HAVE POSSIBLY IMAGINED. What if he had actually hurt daniel? What if he had hurt his precious Madeline?? He needs help like yesterday! How did he ever get so bad???!

So Vlad freaks, trashes his own house, apologizes to danny, and books it through the portal to find the far frozen or somewhere else he can get help.

Danny is somewhat shellshocked about the whole situation. It doesnt get better when people start investigating Vlads disappearance.

The state of the manor indicates foul play and the police look into it further. Find security tapes. They see danny, frazzled and paranoid, enter Vlads property, everything goes to static, and only danny leaves.

Hes arrested of course, and he and his friends/family are interrogated.

Everybody vehemently denies that Danny would ever do such a thing, but when they are asked if danny has potential motives everyone (except for jack) gets all squeamish.

Its practically common knowledge in Amity Park that the mayor and the weird Fenton child had beef. People just were unsure why.

I think it would be really cool to focus a story around the polices pov of the investigation/ random Amity Parkers interpretation of the events.

Danny being kinda creepy after the accident (because death) could totally make people assume he did it and that would be awesome.

We can also add in de-aged Dani/Ellie and or Dan for that extra spice.

Imagine the fentons finding out about Dannys supposed kids in the context that they are MOTIVES FOR THEIR SON TO MURDER THEIR COLLAGE FRIEND ( AND DANNYS OWN GODFATHER) WHO APPARENTLY GROOMED HIM???!? AND THEY DIDNT EVEN NOTICE??!?

This could totally be a crossover too. Lucifer tv show. Batman. Supernatural. All are good.

Anyway, thought this could be kinda interesting

Please continue if you want

[chaifootsteps]

strap in, this one's a long post

I had an idea of how they could fix Millie that would make her more interesting without stapling an angsty backstory onto her:

Have her marriage with Moxxie go into a bumpy patch or fall apart completely.

It's kind of a throwaway line, but Millie in Unhappy Campers points out that she's let down that Moxxie hasn't supported her half as much as she's supported him that week. She went with his stupid idea to investigate even though she spotted the guilty party immediately and she tried to help him befriend the teenagers just because his ego was hurt. And that's been their dynamic consistently throughout the show - Moxxie is the neurotic one, the one who needs reassurance and is insecure. Short of having her tell Blitzo to knock it off when he's mean to Moxxie (and he is their boss) I don't think Moxxie could ask for a more supportive wife.

So have that evolve into the problem. Have Millie have some minor frustrations that Moxxie doesn't notice or support her with, but she's constantly supporting his attempts to become a better assassin and impress her parents/Blitzo. Have Moxxie be good at romantic gestures and dates but not the emotional work of being there for her since he's always preoccupied with his own problems. Have Millie be frustrated not just with him but everyone assuming that they're just this effortlessly perfect couple and that she has no problems of her own, even though she's the one carrying a lot of the team's weight on assassinations if Blitzo and Moxxie mess up.

Have it get worse when Millie does get another external stressor - maybe she has an argument with Sallie Mae or her siblings, maybe her parents get sick or something goes sideways with the farm and she can't just go home. And right when she needs Moxxie to actually pick up some of the slack at work or at home, he isn't there for her because he's too distracted by issue of his own that's much smaller by comparison but Moxxie blowing it out of proportion gives Millie another thing to be stressed with.

Right before they have a massive fight, the relationship stresses can work in to the stol1tz plotline. Maybe explain Millie isn't as mad at Moxxie at Blitzo intruding in their relationship because she realizes he just wants what they have and can't admit it. But have Millie simultaneously start to project her own relationship problems onto Blitzo/Stolas. At first it's just the surface level similarities - Moxxie is more of a sophisticate who likes musicals and opera, just like the educated Stolas. But then she starts to see that both Stolas and Moxxie have the trait of being sweet on the surface but being all take and no give, then sensitive enough to make everyone assume Millie is the one blowing up for no reason (Moxxie does this by accident where Stolas does it habitually, of course). This actually gives Millie's relationship with Blitzo some texture, since he's trying his best to get M&M to make up because he thinks they're perfect and Millie keeps getting frustrated trying to get Blitzo to see that she's not what he's projecting onto her.

It's when she tells him all the issues with her family and how she can't deal with Moxxie's issues on top of it and she feels like she's drowing alone that it clicks for Blitzo, because that's exactly what he's going through with Stolas, who expects Blitzo to rescue him from his own problems and fulfil his romantic fantasies at all hours of the day. But it terrifies him too because if relatively nice demons like M&M can't make it work, what chance does he have?

Use this to inform her relationship with Loona, too. Without Millie there the office falls into nonstop tension. The writers said Millie is the heart - use her absence to actually show it, because everyone is just fighting constantly and there's no one to right the ship.

Maybe also interrogate the other pillars of Millie's identity. She seems self-actualised, so instead of giving her angst attack the things that makes her sure of herself. Maybe when her marriage begins to struggle her family uses it as an excuse to attack her choice of husband and her "freelance" work. Millie feels like she's failed leaving home, she should have never left the farm. She has to define herself outside of Moxxie and her job. She has to figure out a source of strength within herself. And have Sallie Mae, the one who complained about missing her, be the one to encourage to go out and look because she loves Millie selflessly enough to know she belongs in the city and wants more than staying in the Wrath ring.

And since Moxxie isn't Stolas, have him wise up, apologize and actually change to support her more and help her through whatever the challenge is she's facing. He doesn't immediately get more confident but he stops using Millie as his go-to fix and pick me up for all his problems, especially the little ones. Then they get back together just in time for a second anniversary, with the punchline being them expecting Blitzo to crash their next date - except he doesn't. Because he's learnt better than to keep doing it, and he knows he needs to work on his own relationships. But in his case, he'll soon realize when he tries to make things up with Stolas that Stolas is not Moxxie, and he should just leave since nothing short of being a slave to Stolas' every whim will be good enough. That way the show displays how love is worth fighting for with M&M, but not when abuse is involved.

I love everything about this. The character development all around, Moxxie and Millie growing as people, Blitzo growing as a person and realizing he deserves better than Stolas...even Sallie Mae gets something real and substantial to do! It's everything this show should have been!

[diamondpantiess]

logan howlett x mutant!reader

this is porn without a plot, but this is the idea i had when writing her. they had a very big fight she left for a while days months years WHO KNOWS!!, comes back, and they FUCK. BAM!! enjoy you horny freaks!! 🤟🏽

warnings: no proofread, female body reader, reader has their nips pierced, pussy slapping, degrading, no use or mention of a condom (WRAP YOUR SHIT STUPID) readers a little freak towards the end, chocking and squirting if you squint, breeding kink, cumplay for sure, please lmk if i missed anything 💋

the mansion was quiet, everyone was out for a field trip today and it was peaceful. coming up the stairs and rounding the corner you saw your bedroom door, walking forwards you made sure to keep quiet as you knew he’d be there.

looking to see logan laid out on your neatly made bed in his dark jeans, white tank top and flannel like always. you admired for a moment and smiled at the sight of him, tired with half lidded eyes looking up at the ceiling. his one hand cuddled a stuffed animal close to his chest, a little yellow duck he’d won at the state fair for you, and the other laid out to his right.

“you better not have your dirty shoes on my bed, grandpa.” you spoke crossing your arms over your chest, and leaning against the doorframe. he whipped his head towards the sound of your voice, throwing the stuffed animal, he nearly tripped trying to get over to you and enveloping your body in his arms.

that same feeling from almost years ago was back, you felt at home, safe and comfortable here. you really didn’t want to leave again, missing it a little. he inhaled your sent and squeezed tighter, holding the back of your head in his large hands. a heavy sigh of relief left logan’s lips as you smiled into his chest.

“god, i’ve missed you. so much, i’ve missed you so much. i’m sorry, i shouldn’t have even looked at her. it was stupid, i’m so stupid. i’m sorry, Bub.” logan huffed out in one breath pulling back to look at my face, you weren’t mad anymore you had plenty of time to grow and get over it.

storm was right, she just needed some time. he thought as you invaded by accident.

“i love you.” you spoke with a smile as he chuckled lightly, pulling you back into a hug. “i love you so much.” logan said kissing the top of your head repeatedly.

“you will never be my second choice, in this world or the next. I love you.” Logan huffed once more as you pulled away from him, a soft smiled played on your face.

reaching down to unzip your boots, toeing them off and plopping on your bed. be had a look of confusion placed on his face, like he knew something but didn’t want to assume. a beat of silence fell between us, as you closed the door and locked it without touching it. logan’s eyes lite up at the sound as he reached for his belt buckle, and you shrugged your own coat off next.

“you fucked someone else, didn’t ya?” logan unfortunately asked, placing both hands on either side of your body, and leaning forward to place a kiss to my cheek. you didn’t want to answer but you didn’t want to lie like before, this was new and you wanted change, good change.

so you exhaled softly, letting your body relax before answering. he nudged your cheek with his nose as he placed kisses softly along your neck, then down to your exposed collarbone.

“mmhm.” you moaned licking your lips as you laid back onto your bed, he followed and his lips basically ran after your neck.

“i can smell it, but that’s okay we can fix that.” logan spoke implying that he’d fuck you so good, no matter who came after him, you’d smell like him forever. it made your hole clench around nothing as you moaned, hands flying to his shoulders. he pulled back to get a good look at the mess you’d already become, cheeks flushed pink as your hair was sprawled out across the plush whites of your fresh bedsheets.

“they can’t fuck you like i can, huh?” he smiled disappearing back into the nape of your neck, leaving marks in his wake. Oh fuck you’ve missed this, and he was right, they were good but they weren’t him. yet you let him sweat a little until he stopped his actions, and came up for reassurance when you got silence.

“bub?” the nickname made your legs weak. his hands reached for the back of your knees, pulling them around his waist and pushing the pads of his finger into the flesh of your thighs. you smirked reading the thoughts in his head, almost laughing until his right hand came down on your ass forcing your chest into his.

“ouch!” you yelped sending him an annoying glare as he smirked in return.

“you’ve been left and dry for the last year, and this is how you wanna treat your piece of pussy?” you asked sarcastically carding your fingers through the growing greys on the side of his head, logan physically growled sending it straight to your core. he went silence for a second as you watched his face, eyes closed as he tried to hide him inhaling your scent. His nose twitched when he found it, almost edging himself with it.

“they didn’t fuck you good enough to claim this?” logan joked letting his right hand dip between your legs to cup your mound. gasping as he ran his thick thumb over the seam on your jeans, right down the middle of your fold. more silence as you stared at his lips, his thumb disappeared and moved to unbutton your pants next, soon disregarding them on the ground. leaving your bottom half nearly bare as his hands creeped up and under the tank top, stopping just under your breasts.

“i see something’s haven’t changed.” logan smirked talking about my no bra.

fully cupping your bare breasts, his large calloused hand rough against my soft skin. it made your lower stomach burn with want, you needed more of him and now. your lips were back on his in seconds while his other hand repeated the same action to the other breast, moaning into his mouth as your head started to spin.

everything felt so right, and in place with you together like this again. your hands pulled at the hair by his neck, he let out a low groan continuing his work on my breasts finally playing with the hem of your shirt. pulling it over your head breaking the kiss once more, he stood tall above you as you reached out for the bottom of his tank next.

“wait, wait. i’ve missed this.” logan spoke softly, barely above a whisper as he stared down at your nearly bare body. Breasts on full display just for him, the metal through your hard nipples sparkled when the sunlight hit. your legs spread wide enough for him to see the outline on your pussy, wet and nearly throbbing through your panties.

he smiled looking over your body, starting with your face down your neck, admiring the bruises already forming near your collarbone. down the centre of your chest, making sure to take his time with those, and then over your stomach finishing with your cunt. slick soaked through the thin cotton thong, dripping down your barely covered hole and over the second one.

“like the gods carved you from the finest stone, and sent you to me.” logan spoke running a hand over his mouth, already pussy drunk without even a sip. your smile never left your face with his words, they had you giggling and only something he could do.

he finally reached a hand out, both hands. one held your knee open as the thumb of the other ran over your covered folds, slowly until he reached your clit. running tight small circles over it, your body felt like it was on fire almost immediately.

“logan..” you whined bitting your lip and reaching for his wrist, as if you were already sensitive.

“oh, my poor baby.” he laughed as you peaked an eye open to see him physically pouting, you mimicked his expression but mine was sincere.

“i’ve barely touched you, and you’re complaining?” logan laughed again continuing his actions, you clenched around nothing again, bucking your hips up a couple times before he removed his hand. you gasped at the loss, and then gasped louder when his hand come down on my pussy, eyes wide as you arched my back off the bed.

“i fear she’s been neglected since you’ve been gone.” he spoke and you nodded, answering a question he wasn’t even asking. logan scuffed and repeated his action, laying a hard hand on your cunt. the slap echoed throughout the room, coming back into your ears, and he did it again, and then again until you closed your legs.

“uh, fuck!” you moaned feeling your high creep up.

“baby, we just started. don’t get soft on me now.” logan said leaning down to remove your underwear, the cool breeze of the room felt amazing against my burning skin. you sighed at the sensation, until he brought his fingers to your hole. teasing the ring of muscle with the tip of his middle finger, moving around your entrance finally pushing his thick large finger in.

“just as tight as i remember. fucking pathetic, no one as big as me, huh?” logan teased struggling to get a second finger in, you nodded shamelessly at his words. eyes squeezed shut at the burning feeling you missed so much, and loved how right he was.

logan’s finger finally moved, pumping in and back out again. repeating the slow pace until his fingers were covered in enough slick to go deeper. two finger was just enough to keep your orgasm from washing over you to early, you were in perfect bliss at this moment. you pushed your hips along with the rhythm of his fingers, enjoying the slight burn.

logan was having fun at the sight below him, his woman was back where she belonged, already fucked out and we weren’t even started. he licked his thumb without my noticed and pushed it against your clit, your mouth opened but nothing came from it. enjoying the tension he built in the pit of your stomach, soon replacing his left thumb with the warm feeling of his mouth. you moaned in satisfaction together, his tongue flattened of the bundle of nerves as he stared up at your face.

with mostly breasts in the way, he still enjoyed the view he got, logan’s fingers continued their assume on my tight hole. as your hand reached for his hair, pushing his face further into your messy pussy, the lewd sounds of him eating filled the empty room. it was music to your ears, but you didn’t last long with his mouth on your clit. The wall had broke soon after, and you came all over his face, soaking his chops and the floor below.

logan stood up with his fingers still inside, as he looked down at the most perfect image below. squirt covered his fingers while he moved them in and out, after it stopped he pulled his fingers out slowly watching your hole flutter and moaning at the loss of his fingers.

“bet you still taste the same?” logan jokingly asked as you came down from my high still, half lidded you watched him stick both fingers in his mouth and moan around them. you smiled, leaning up and reaching out for his wrist pulling those same fingers towards you mouth as he happily accepted.

logan watched as you held his wrist and sucked the tips of his fingers into your mouth, staring up at him through my lashes.

“you miss me, pretty?” you asked and his eyes widened slightly, he’s never had anyone call him that. he was always the one doing the talking during this kinda stuff, but he nodded as you wrapped my lips around his thick fingers, swallowing them whole until the tips hit the back of your throat. he swallowed thickly at the feeling, he doesn’t remember it being like this last time.

“fuck, c’mere!” logan growled again pulling his fingers from your mouth and wrapping a hand around your neck, bringing his lips to yours as he fell back onto the bed. your hands fumbled with the button, and zipper on his jeans as he pulled them off with his boxers, the length of him grazed your cunt as it sprung out of his pants.

his hand left your neck and fisted his cock, letting his lips off yours he looked down to line his tip up with your weeping hole. pushing just the tip in as you reached for his shoulders, after all the prep he gave you still weren’t ready for him, but he pushed in inch by inch until last bit.

“oh fuck, you feel amazing.” you smiled placing a hand on the side of his face, watching as he stopped his movements. “you feel even better.” he told placing a kiss to your lips, hovering over as you locked eyes and he pushed the rest of his length into your tight little hole.

he waited, and gave you time to adjust to him, it had been awhile since you had something this big. his hand ran over the supple skin of your thighs, as yours laid above your head with your chest rising and falling. panting with the lovely burn he brought to your hole, you nodded once ready, and he pulled his hips back slowly. leaving just the tip before he slide back in, repeating his actions until he found a solid rhythm.

snapping his hips against your pelvis, over and over again with the sounds of his balls slapping against your ass. your breasts bounced over his bare chest, as his lips found your neck again. logan’s hands held your legs open for him so his large torso could fit between your frame, logan’s arm reached under your ass and manhandled your legs over his shoulders. hitting it from a deeper angle now, you yelped his name at the slightly change in position. but your pussy loved it, squeezing around him as he nearly turned blue in the face.

“shit, yer squeezing me so tight.” he huffed as if out of breath from it, hunching over and shutting his eyes to compose himself.

the control made your pussy wetter, and did it again causing him to lose his footing slightly and accidentally jerk his hips forward out of rhythm. the concentration on his face was so cute as he let go of your body, and placed either hand on the bed. doing it again, getting the same reaction but he caught on the third time.

“i’m not gonna last long if you keep tightenin’ up like that, sweets.” logan held your hips as a warning, but you didn’t listen and did it once more.

"fuck fine." he mumbled snapping his hips back until just the tip was in, and then slammed into you. repeating it twice more until you cracked and moaned his name, over again.

"oh, she likes it." he spoke softly mainly to himself, and barley above a whisper. he pounded you into the mattress, almost leaving a perfectly permanent imprint in it. skin slapping against skin echoed through out the bedroom, thank god no one was home.

“log-“

“oh I know baby.” he didn't need to hear words because he understood. but right now all he wanted to hear was those pretty little moans, those

sounded like heaven to him.

removing your legs from his shoulders he leaned back, holding your legs open. he switched between staring at your tits bouncing with every thrust he made, and your pussy stretching around his cock. a few more thrusts and he was ready but didn't want to just yet, he needed this to last a little longer. so he slowed his pace and rolled his hips, angling them downwards and going deeper.

"log-oh fuck!" you let out loudly propping yourself up on your elbows to look down, the prettiest sight. his cock perfectly stretching your pussy out, and that creamy white ring forming around the base. your legs spread open just for him as he couldn't take his eyes off you, and yours.

"cum in me, baby." you moaned and his hips stuttered slightly falling out of rhythm, but he soon found it. he swallowed hard and looked down at you surprised by your words, almost ignoring them. "don’t ignore me now." you pouted and stared up at him with blown out, lush filled eyes reaching for his hand to palm my right breast.

"baby-" he mumbled, but couldn't finish his sentence because he watched as you reached down, and placed the right index and middle finger around the base of his cock. running it over your folds, and collecting as much of our mixed fluids before bringing both fingers to your mouth sucking them clean and dry.

he didn't have much time to think before his hips stuttered again, and he was on the edge. “cum in me, logan." his eyes slipped shut and he kept that same pace from before, this time adding his left thumb back to my clit. continuing his attack on your clit, keeping his pace you clenched around him tighter than before, sucking him closer as the fire in your belly started burning again.

"i’m almost there." you moaned taking your bottom lip between your teeth as you lowered your gaze to watch his cock disappear inside you. “me too baby, me too." you felt logan’s dick twitch and his hips lost rhythm for a moment, he was trying so hard to calculate this perfectly so he wouldn't cum in you.

down to the last second.

"c'mere." you noticed mumbling, you reached for the back of his neck and pulled his lips against yours. yours hips meet his thrusts as he moaned into your mouth, his named slipped from your lips like a chant.

"cum inside me, logan. do it." you said, he tried so hard to pull away, and let himself go all over your stomach like he should.

"i know you want to. just do it, cum inside me." i said again pulling his lips back on yours. he groaned low as if it was a warning, but you just continued to egg him on.

"i know my pretty boy wants to. cum inside me." you said, he groaned your name one last time before painting your walls, hot spirts of cum filled your pussy and you were soon to follow him. logan stayed inside for a moment before pulling out to kneel in front of you, cum dripping from your pussy as he watched in awe. legs still spread wide open I sighed in relief, while my body jerked from my orgasm.

his head laid on your thigh watching your hole flutter, breathing heavily as you watched him reach out and finger his cum back into your pussy. whining at the sensitivity, knowing you’d hurt for a couple days because he probably bruised your cervix.

"you’re everything." he spoke softly reaching for a couple tissues on the nightstand, wiping up any excess cum he couldn't get in you.

"so are you." you told him honestly as he disregarded the tissue on the floor, you moved further up the bed so you could lay comfortably together. he laid his head on your chest, holding your soft hips in his large hands as you cradled the back of his head in yours, enjoying a long pleasant moment of silence before you ruined it.

"so round two in the shower?" you asked and he huffed a laugh, but quickly got up already rocking a hard on.

"freaky little thing, ain’t ya?” he smiled standing tall as you nodded and shrugged your shoulders, logan scuffed grabbing your hips and flinging you over his shoulder taking us to your private bathroom.

a/n: please don’t judge I WILL CRY, this is my first time to ever post so i’m a little nervy. two people asked for this so here it is, ps english is not my first language so my everything might not be the best 🤍 thank you