#i'm so so so picky about shampoos

[hotgirlmeg]

there are certain products that i'll never try all willy-nilly and that's shampoo and conditioners. like if there's one review that says it makes their hair fall i'm like Absolutely Not.

[icypopz]

bathing with them ♡

↬ request from anon ; Hiiii may I pls request the love and deepspace boys with a reader who loves taking baths with them??

↬ notes ; rafayel, xavier, zayne x gn!reader

↬ from ice ; ice active era?! jk we all know i'm lying atp HAHAHA but here's my annual post which is also my first post for LADS :> i changed the prompt a bit but i hope u enjoy !

↬ warning(s) ; tiny spoilers for rafayel's backstory, xavier's is like microscopically suggestive

please reblog ! it helps a lot :)

[ rafayel ! ]

rafayel absolutely adores taking baths with you, even though he loves to tease you about being too clingy (he's actually the clingy one, but he'll never admit it for the world). he loves just chilling in the bathtub with you, especially on winter nights where he'll pull you closer in the hot water, complaining that "i need more warmth! protect me from the cold, miss bodyguard!"

he would get playfully annoyed when you joke about wanting to see his mermaid tail when he gets into the bathtub, scolding you about how lemurians also have powers to lure humans in and he'll be doing that to you if you don't get in the bath with him "right now!" also rafayel doesn't really like rubber ducks, he says it's weird that humans like to put toys like that in the water when they could just go swim in a lake if they wanted to see ducks. but! he does love bubble baths, he loves to put the bubbles in your hair, and when you make a beard for him with the foam, he finds it the cutest ever.

rafayel definitely has like several hundred bottles of soap, shampoo and conditioner in varying scents, claiming that their fragrance was so inspiring he just had to buy all of them. (the truth is, he wasn't sure which one you'd like so he just bought everything.) it's really helpful for when you stay over at his place though, you don't have to worry about packing a vanity case because he keeps everything ready for you, from your favourite toothpaste to a spare toothbrush. he also loves seeing you wrapped up in a towel, he thinks you look so adorable.

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[ xavier ! ]

xavier isn't picky, he doesn't mind using either a bathtub or a shower, but after you visit him a couple of times, you definitely tell him he should use the shower instead. he always ends up falling asleep while he's soaking in the bathtub! he definitely loves showering with you though, he'll always do stuff like scrub your back or help comb through your tangled hair without you needing to ask. but it's almost impossible for both of you to bathe quickly, because you always end up getting distracted. who can you blame you though? it's not your fault xavier is so muscled from all his training!

xavier is the type who showers in freezing cold water, but he's willing to compromise if you don't like that. he ends up realising that hot water is more fun because he gets to write silly messages and draw hearts for you on the glass since it gets fogged up from the steam. also xavier's brain would totally crash the first time he showered with you, it would be that one tender night card all over again except better LOL. he's just that obsessed with you, you're the prettiest person with the best personality he's ever seen!

xavier would be one of those guys that has like the '10-IN-1! SHAMPOO, CONDITIONER, SOAP!' soap bottles. it's not that he isn't bothered about hygiene, he just finds it a lot simpler to use one single bottle for everything, and it evidently works for him since his skin is so clear and his hair is so fluffy. but ever since you've started staying over, xavier takes note of your favourite soaps and stocks up on them (especially after you tease him for that pitiful bottle of soap in his bathroom - he's the type to squeeze out every single last drop of soap from the tube so the bottle definitely looks like it has been through The Horrors).

[ zayne ! ]

zayne would usually prefer showering over bathing usually, because he's used to maximising time for work in his schedule, so he likes everything in his personal life to be extremely efficient. but once he starts dating you, that does kind of change. on days where he doesn't have to rush into work for urgent cases, or nights after a hectic day, he enjoys relaxing with you in the bathtub - it's a little slice of heaven for him to have you pressed up against him in the warm water.

zayne likes using his evol to tease you while you're showering. though he isn't usually a playful person and his humour is quite dry, the intimacy of being in such close proximity to him makes him act up a little LOL. so when you ask him to soap your back or anything like that, he'll purposely make his fingertips cold so you shiver when he touches you. "zayne!" you'll scold him, and he'll just let out a soft chuckle before doing what you actually asked him to.

zayne would just have the bare minimum essentials in his bathroom, but i also think he would be the type to buy in bulk so he only has to go out shopping once in a while. this way, when his soap runs out he can just get a new bottle from his cupboard. he likes going into his bathroom and seeing little traces of you all over the room, like your toothbrush in his cup or your favourite soap on his shelf - it makes him happy because it's like a reminder of you even when you aren't there.

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[slushycoookie]

Shave and a Haircut ~ Logan Howlett x Fem! Reader

✩ Word Count: 7.2k ✩ Content: Deadpool & Wolverine spoilers! Worst!Logan with a black reader (but I don't go into much detail so anyone can still relate), very fluffy, smut near the end, oral sex (f! receiving), vaginal fingering, safe sex (Logan does indeed wrap it up), MINORS DNI! ✩ A/N: A one-shot about my man because after I saw that movie I had to write something about him. Enjoy!

Dividers by @/cafekitsune

There is nothing like a cigar after an extended mission to ease the stress.

Logan lit his lighter, burning the cigar's tip and taking in some puffs. Smoke blows through his nose while his partner gets his sword out of his head.

"This is really stuck in here," Wade grunts, turning his head to get a different angle. "How the fuck-?" He jerks the sword around, managing to put it in deeper.

Logan watches, knowing he brought it upon himself when he taunted that gang leader, who was now dead on the floor, shredded. It was amusing to watch Wade struggle after giving him hell the entire time.

"Oh Wolvie?" Wade calls, giving him a wave. "Mind giving me a hand? Or are you just gonna watch?" Logan sighs, going over and pulling the sword out of his head with one motion. He tosses it to the ground while Wade cheers at his freedom from the blade. "Thanks, Dad."

That earns a middle finger from Logan as he sits down on the crate to resume smoking. Wade sits next to him on a smaller one, turning towards him, head tilted, and Logan knows he's batting his eyes.

"Did you give it any further thought?"

"Give any thought to what?" Another puff of smoke escapes his lips.

"That coffee shop girl. The one who gave you her number before licking that stirring spoon all seductive like." Wade describes, "A bit unsanitary, but we do what we gotta do for love."

"I'm not calling her."

Wade starts throwing a mini tantrum, kicking the crate he sat on away, hands on his hips. "But why?"

"She puts too much fucking cream in my coffee. After I told her not to."

"That's because she wants your cream. Inside her. Like many of us do."

"Then she should say it to my face and not mess up my order."

Wade groans, bringing over another crate, smaller than the last one, before plopping down on it. "You need to give me something here. I tried to set you up with the cat lady who lives above us, but you said no."

"Because she smells like fucking mothballs."

"Hey, so does Althea. And you didn't say anything!"

"I don't want to fuck Althea."

"Who doesn't want to fuck Althea?"

"Not the person who lives with her."

Wade huffs, folding his arms. "Fine. Pushing the cat lady aside, there was that librarian who was eye fucking you in the fantasy section. She definitely wanted a taste of Mordor."

"No, absolutely not."

"Ugh, who knew you were so picky? The Wolverine I knew wanted to fuck anything with a nice pair of legs and a hole."

Logan didn't respond, tapping the ashes away and taking another smoke.

A few months after Wade and he stopped Cassandra, the former wanted Logan to start branching out. Meeting other people while the merc with a mouth rekindled a relationship with his lady, Vanessa. It was Wade's way of ensuring Logan wasn't alone after he was for so long. Even Laura agreed that he should try. She said she wanted to see him happy.

"It's my decision, not yours," Logan told Wade before finishing his cigar and smashing it.

Little did he know that Logan already found someone.

A hairdresser.

Well, a licensed beautician, but you liked doing hair.

Logan met you after needing to get away from the house. Wade used his shampoo, which he wasn't sure why since the mercenary had no hair. Instead of subjecting Blind Al to another one of their famous beatings, he decided to get some fresh air.

Logan needed a wash and a trim. He was willing to take care of himself this time and not let himself go like in his other timeline.

That's when he noticed the lights of a salon while coming up the block. A large neon sign still showed it was open as someone else was inside. You were sweeping away stray hairs in the vicinity when Logan walked in, the bell ringing to alert you that someone had come in.

"Hello!" You greet, "How can I help you?"

Your cheery smile made Logan pause, "Uh, can you do a quick wash and a haircut?"

"Of course!"

He takes off his jacket, and you go to take it, but he stops you, deciding to at least keep some of his gentlemanly traits by hanging up his own clothes. You lead him to one of the sinks and secure the cape around him before having him put his head back. He sits there for a moment when you mumble that you need to get more shampoo.

The inside of the salon was simple.

Logan thought a woman like you who works there would have a more aesthetically pleasing environment—a splash of color, fancy lights, something. Instead, there are just regular barber chairs, huge, plain mirrors, and a small waiting area in the front.

Your attire was even simple. A casual T-shirt, jeans, and sneakers that were clearly made for people on their feet all day.

"Sorry, I didn't have a chance to restock the shampoo." You come back with a big bottle, setting it by the sink.

"It's fine." Logan grunts. You tilt your head to observe him for a moment. He waited for you to recognize who he is, fan girl about him, and then try to get in his pants. He wasn't looking forward to that. Logan does think you're okay to look at, but he just wanted to get a haircut and go.

After looking at him for the longest time, he decides to cut out the middleman. "Yes, I am the Wolverine, now can we get to the part where you do my damn hair?"

"Oh." You blink momentarily. "I was just checking to see if you needed a shave."

Logan could hear Wade say something stupid in his ear. Like, "Really jumped the gun, didn't you, honey badger?". "Fuck, sorry."

"It's okay."

"No, I didn't mean to explode at you like that."

"It's alright, Wolverine." You snicker while setting up your tools. "I recognized you as soon as you walked in. I thought I handled your arrival pretty well."

"Yeah, you did."

"Didn't think you'd prefer me screaming in your ear about how you're in my salon, asking me to give you a haircut and no one else. Of course, you would ask me; I’m the only one here. Alright, I'm gonna do your hair now."

Logan huffed, relaxing in the sink as you turned on the water. He jerked when the jets first hit his scalp. He knew from how your lips tightened that you weren't trying to laugh.

"Too hot?"

"Ya think?"

Quickly, you fixed the water to a cooler temperature. Logan allowed himself to relax as you did your magic.

He counted on one hand the last time someone else washed his hair. How he missed the feeling. Your fingertips massage his scalp, getting rid of the oil and dirt. The suds covered his head while you lathered his hair. His nostrils twitched at the crisp scent of cucumber and mint. It smelled delightful.

Despite the water debacle, you rinsed his hair out nicely. Making sure all the soap was gone. You placed a towel on him, getting rid of the excess water before helping him sit up. Logan felt sluggish, knowing he was about to fall asleep if you kept massaging him like that.

You couldn't help but snicker. "Don't fall asleep on me now." Logan didn't have a good comeback, half-assed muttering something when you led him to your styling chair. "I think we should give you a shave."

"No." He feels his beard on instinct, protecting it from your razor.

You playfully pout, and for a moment, he thought it was cute. "Aww, come on. Not even a trim?"

"Are you like this with all your clients?"

"No, only with Wolverine."

Logan rolled his eyes, "Logan. Enough of this Wolverine shit."

"Okay, Logan." He shakes his head, not saying anything else. "You got until I finish your haircut to let me know about that shave."

You maneuver behind him and begin your work. Logan's mild annoyance turned docile as you combed the knots out of his hair. Nothing but your light breathing and the turned-down radio in the background. He holds in a breath when you run your hands through it once more with oil. Even that oil smelled good. Slightly sweet.

"You walked in here with these cute little tufts on the side of your head." You compliment as you pull out the blow dryer. "Do you still want those?"

"They're not cute." Logan rebuttals, "Just style it the same way I had when I walked in."

"With the tufts, got it."

The hair dryer cut him off before he had a chance to speak. He sat there, gripping the handles of his chair and watching the excess hair fly around his face. All this time you were still gentle, handling his hair with ease.

Logan felt how his hair was soft, much softer compared to when he does it. His hair hadn't felt that way for a long time.

"So, you probably forgot, but you saved me years ago." You mention, running the brush amongst his head.

"Oh?" Logan's stomach turned. Of course, he met a person that his best self saved.

"Yeah, I know you save a lot of people, so it's easy to lose track. But it meant a lot to me." You recount the event as if to remind him. How a few rogue mutants tried to take over a city block, including the bank you were in. One of the guys tries to hold you hostage, escorting you to a car to take you to a second location. Only for Logan, not him, the other one, to show up and attack the mutants after scooping up your shaken body. Telling you, "It's okay, sugar."

"I wanted to see if I could thank you by offering a free haircut. It was stupid, you probably had access to the best barbers wherever you lived."

Logan shrugged, "They were alright."

Your laughter was nice, squeezing his heart. "Thanks for saying that. I still felt ridiculous though. That's why I gave up on the idea. I knew I was never going to see you again. Until now."

You turn him towards the mirror, showing off the hair cut with his barely noticeable tufts. Logan's eyes lit up seeing himself. He wasn't sure how you managed to give him the same haircut but better.

"Shit."

"A good shit, right?"

"Yeah."

You motion around his beard, your offer still standing. A beard trim wouldn't be bad but Logan had a feeling that once he went home, Wade would notice something different about him and didn't want to deal with that.

"Maybe another time. Thanks."

When he stands, he pulls out his wallet. You place your hand on top of his to decline. It was a brief touch but enough to make his heart jump.

"It's okay. On the house."

"Forget that, I gotta pay ya."

"Were you not listening when I said I wanted to pay back the Wolverine who saved me?"

He was but that was the thing. Logan wasn't your Logan. He was the worst one and you were trying to give him a free haircut. The wrong Logan.

"I don't like taking stuff for free."

"You're gonna have to deal with it." You fold your arms, "I'm not having you pay."

Logan didn't want to go through this song and dance. Being around someone as kind as you was long enough for him. He grunted, taking his jacket. You said goodbye as if you weren't going to see him again. But he wasn't the type of man to receive things without giving back.

That's when it started. His odd relationship with you.

Logan saved money on the side to give to you when he saw you next time. Yes, he was planning to see you again. His excuse to himself was you did his hair well. No other reason.

So when it was time for his next haircut, Logan had a plan. When he went to pay you, he would include the money from last time. To just say it was an additional tip.

You were smart, though. Somehow, after the initial shock of him coming back again for the haircut, you did accept payment but only for the last haircut. The one he just received was now free. Logan scowled at you while you had the prettiest smile on your face.

"I'm serious about that free haircut."

"And I'm serious about not taking things for free."

Logan hovered above you, meanmugging you to get you to cave. But you didn't care, a playful glint in your eyes.

It was annoying. A person as kind as you doing this for someone like him. For someone who's not even your Logan. Yet, he kept coming back, getting his usual haircut.

Like a stray cat who received food. Coming back and gracing you with his presence. It was just because you were good at doing his hair.

But there were times when Logan went to see you, he didn't get a haircut. The thought of you being alone at night hit him one day. How you closed at nine on the dot. The neighborhood wasn't terrible, albeit decent. Logan didn't like the idea of you being by yourself at night. You were nice. He was worried someone would hold you up in your salon to get you alone.

So he hung around the last hours you had to close.

You said you were fine, that you had been closing by yourself for years, with hardly any problems. Logan just wanted to make sure you were safe.

You didn't put up much of a fight either. Instead, you continued to do your duties. Tidying up, restocking after the customers that came through. With an intimidating superhero on the sidelines.

"Do you go on missions?" You ask one time while sweeping.

Logan lifted the styling chair for you, making sure you could reach every crevice. "Occasionally. I have to pay bills."

"Are they dangerous?"

"Of course, they're dangerous."

He then picks up the vanity, careful to not damage anything. Logan notices how your eyes land on his bulging bicep for a second before you go back to sweeping. "Do you have anyone that worries about you when you leave? Besides Laura?"

Logan likes it when you remember the other people he's close to. He told you about Laura not long ago. How she was looking into colleges, making him realize how much of a young woman she was growing up to be. He holds off on letting her go out on many missions, wanting her to experience her youth as a citizen, not as a hero, despite having similar abilities.

"Laura doesn't worry about me." Logan snorts before placing the vanity back down. "If she does, she's really good at hiding it." You hum, keeping silent. "But I don't have anyone else worrying about me."

"I see."

"Why are ya asking?" You avoid his gaze, pretending that sweeping was more important. "Spill it, sweetheart."

You perk up at the sudden nickname. Logan realizes what came out but doesn't show on his face. Instead, he waits for your answer.

"I just wanted you to know that when you go on missions, I'll be wishing for you to stay safe and come back. If that helps…" You admit, your eyes on his own. Logan feels his heartbeat pick up, not expecting that.

"It does."

Your face gave off a look he wanted to hang on his wall. Gentle, kind, and caring. He liked that.

Logan couldn't sleep, and he could see your face once he closed his eyes. Your light scent was still on his jacket from afar when you brushed against him. It took a minute for his heart to come down at the thought of you.

"Hey." Wade waved his hand before Logan's face to snap him out of reminiscing about you. "Don't you think it's time to get another haircut? You're looking a little mangy."

Logan scowled before standing up from his position, ready to return home.

The good thing about all this is that Wade didn't catch on. Considering he was rekindling his relationship with Vanessa, Logan figured the merc would focus his attention elsewhere. Which was good because he was going to rip Wade's face off if he even teased him about his relationship with you.

When Logan goes to see you, he always makes the excuse of going to take a walk. Down to your shop where he always sees you. Alone, tidying up the place to close, playing some music in the background that makes you wiggle your hips a little. He finds himself staring at you for a bit before walking in. The aura of domesticity around your soft frame.

Logan's lips curl upwards when yours does and he enjoys the light in your eyes whenever they connect with his. He felt strange, a certain feeling he hasn't felt for a long time. Does he…like you?

"Can I wax your eyebrows?" You ask, touching up his hair in the mirror as you were almost done.

"What's wrong with my eyebrows?"

"They're so bushy." You trace your nail on one and he doesn't move. "Like that beard you won't let me touch."

"My beard is fine and so are my eyebrows."

You bat your eyelashes towards him, playfully pouting to convince him. "Aww come on. Pretty please?" Logan's breath hitched at the sight. Your pleading act was making you as gorgeous as ever. "You good? Your face is getting red."

Logan stared back in the mirror to see his flushed face. All because of you doing that stupid, adorable look. "I'm fine. Go ahead and do it."

Now you were surprised. "Huh?"

"What, you thought I was gonna say no?"

"Yeah." When you remove the cape from him, he stands, staring at you when you put it away. He is serious, and it makes you stop in your tracks.

"So, you're being for real right now?"

"Duh. Get to it before I change my mind."

You swivel your head, pursing your lips. "Ask me nicely."

"Wax my eyebrows, sugar."

Another nickname he didn't expect to come out, but you grin, motioning to the back of the building. He follows you into a small room, outfitted with a cot, a little dresser, and a stool. He wasn't a fan of how tight the room seemed, but the upside was he kept bumping into you. Or did you keep bumping into him? It doesn't matter because he felt you. That small bump against your front, and he felt your plump body—good enough to grope.

He should not be thinking about that right now.

"How's your pain tolerance?"

It was Logan's turn to shoot you a look, "I have been shot at, stabbed, impaled, what do you think?"

"Alright, alright. I just wanted to ask." You set up the hot wax, swirling it around in a bowl as you waited for it to get a suitable temperature. "Waxing might be worse compared to all of that."

He huffs, "We'll see."

You ordered him to close his eyes, and he lay there. The wax, which was bordering on very hot, coated the top half of his eyebrow. It didn't feel bad so far. He wasn't sure what you were talking about. Once the strip was placed on his hair, as quickly as you put it on, you ripped it off.

"Ow! What the fuck?"

Logan's hands balled into fists, but the claws didn't come out.

"I asked you about your pain tolerance and what did you say?"

"That shit is fucking different than getting shot at." He maneuvered to get up but your hand pushed his chest to settle him down.

"You can't leave yet, I gotta do the other brow."

"Fuck that, I'm not doing this anymore."

"Logan, I can't let you walk around with slightly uneven brows." You push him down again gently. He likes the feel of your hand on his chest. He can feel the heat from your palm. "Please let me do the other side and I'll stop."

What did he get himself into? Logan allowed you to make him suffer a little longer as you placed the wax on his other brow before ripping the hairs clean off. This time it was less unbearable but it still sucked. It wasn't all bad when you leaned closer on his face, observing his brows to ensure they were even. The shirt you were wearing this time had a v-neck, so he could quickly see your cleavage and how pretty your breasts were displayed.

"You're good."

Logan quickly got up right after you sat back. That's enough, he needed to go home. His face was redder than ever and he was about to do things a lady like you shouldn't witness. Despite the slight burn from his brows, he wanted you up in his face again. Admire your beautiful self. Kiss you.

"Sorry." You call out after closing up the back. "I didn't mean to scare you."

"I wasn't scared." He grunted.

"Uh-huh."

"I wasn't."

"Sure."

Logan rolls his eyes. He wanted to leave but he had to take you home. He usually does when he started to see you. What if you invite him in this time? Then he'd be all over you. Wanting to bury himself in between your thighs and have the whole block know how good he made you feel. He was never like this before.

Logan leads you out and waits for you to lock up. Sweat starts sticking to his forehead and down his neck. He was just taking you home. That's all he had to do.

"Caught red-handed!" Wade jumps up from behind a car, pointing at the two of you as if you were about to kiss. That's what Logan wished he was doing. "So this is where you were going late at night. Snuggled up with another woman."

"Another woman?" You questioned, brows furrowed and Logan could see you were going to get upset. But he didn't have time to wonder why.

"My roommate here has been very secretive," Wade teases. I sometimes lie in bed waiting for him to come home, worried that he got lost or found his way into a bar. Little did I know…" He shoots Logan a mischievous grin.

If you weren't nearby, Logan would stab him in the balls.

"Alright, relax." Laura appears from the same car Wade was. "He's not doing anything shady."

Logan looks confused at her, "You two thought I was up to something?"

"Just me." Wade slides closer to him, "I brought Laura here because it's been so long since we had a girl's night."

Laura rolls her eyes. "I was worried about you. Now I don't need to." She glances over at you, who is so confused about everything but is taking this in stride. "Hi, I'm Laura."

"You're Laura?" She nods for confirmation, "Oh my god, I didn't think I get to meet you!" You shake her hand while admiring her. "I love your hair, by the way."

"Oh, thanks." Laura shoots Logan a smile of silent approval.

"And I'm Wade." He gets close to you, Logan's back hunching a bit as Wade is too close. Of course, you don't mind when you shake his hand back. "Do you like my hair too?"

"Uh, of course." You observe the worn-out toupee. "Although I'm not sure why I see staples…"

"It's because he's a fucking idiot." Logan cuts in.

"Not only that, but I can't grow hair." Wade tells you, "Sometimes I'd like to spice it up when I see my lady or when I want to go to the Dollar Store."

"Is…is that the only one you have?" You ask, eyes filled with worry.

"Yeah, pretty much."

You observe him momentarily and Logan sees the hairdresser glint in your eye. "Do you want some more? I have a couple of wigs in the shop that were given to me."

Wade blinks, looking at Laura and Logan in shock, "Really? You'd give them to me for free?"

"Yeah, I'm not using them." You turn to go back to the door but Logan blocks your path.

"You just closed up."

"I'm just going to grab a few wigs for your friend to try-"

"You've been on your feet all day. He can wait another day, sweetheart."

"Sweetheart?" Logan heard Wade whisper.

You purse your lips, "I didn't recall this being your salon."

"It's not."

He stares you down, and you stare back, trying to will him to let you back inside. Logan's not sure how long the stare-off takes, but Wade stands between you two.

"The wigs can wait, I don't need to go to the Dollar Store anytime soon."

You tear your eyes away to focus on Wade. "Are you sure? It's no problem."

"I'm sure. Plus, the sexual tension between you two was a little crazy-"

"I just remembered!" Laura silences Wade with a hand on his shoulder. "We were going to get donuts. For Althea."

"Is 'donuts' a new code for cocaine-?"

"Actual donuts." She pushes him away down to the sidewalk, Logan being eternally grateful. "Bye, it was nice to meet you!"

"It was nice to meet you too!" You wave them away, watching them go down the block. Logan made sure Wade was far away from his sight before sighing.

"I didn't expect them to show up."

"It's okay. I'm glad I got to meet Laura."

The corner of his lips go upwards, "Me too."

Logan walks you home to your apartment in a complex similar to the one he lives in with Wade. Once you go to your door, you turn to him, head slightly tilted.

"When will I see you again?"

"Soon." He says, causing you to roll your eyes at his vague words.

"Please tell Wade to stop by, I was serious about those wigs."

"You keep inviting him in he's not going to leave."

"So…like you?"

Logan lets out a short chuckle, "Not even close."

"You sure about that?" You step closer to him, playfulness in your eyes. Logan looks down at you, feeling the subtle warmth of your body through his leather jacket.

"What are you trying to say?"

"Nothing…"

You pull away and he wants to chase after you, but he doesn't. Logan makes sure you go in, saying goodnight to you.

This can't continue. His heart was going to implode if he kept dancing around you. He needed to tell you of his predicament. That he wasn't the Logan of this timeline. After dealing with Wade and Laura.

When he came in, Wade immediately handed Laura twenty bucks, face filled with defeat. "I know you're over two hundred years old, but I thought you had some game, man."

"For once, I agree." Laura adds, "It's good you're taking it slow, though. She seems nice."

"She is. The only thing is she thinks I'm this timeline's Logan."

The bombshell Logan drops makes Wade and Laura look at each other.

"I don't see the problem here." Wade says.

Logan explains how this timeline's Logan saved you and why you've been so generous to him. He tries to not let the fear of telling you his true origins get to him. He knows it's the right thing to do.

"Wait a minute." Wade squints and goes up to Logan, who eyes him suspiciously. "Why are your eyebrows so neat?"

Oh shit, Logan completely forgot you waxed his eyebrows.

"Don't worry about it."

"Yeah, they are really neat." Laura observes before running her thumb over his eyebrow. "And smooth."

"Stop messing with my fucking eyebrows." He snatches his head away.

"Did you get your eyebrows waxed?" Wade asks, then proceeds to explain, "I know this because Vanessa usually does. And I like feeling how smooth her eyebrows are—like a baby's bottom. Wait a minute. Did the hairdresser lady wax your brows?"

Logan was so close to ripping his head off. But Althea just got a new rug and he didn't want to get blood on it.

"If he let her wax his eyebrows, that man is down bad." Althea says on the couch, eating a glazed donut.

"Truly down bad." Wade cosigns, and Logan decides that's enough talking and retreats to the bedroom.

He wants to follow through on his plan to tell you about his true origins, but he isn't sure how or when to tell you.

The next time he saw you, Wade and Laura tagged along. The latter wanted to see you again while the former wanted to see what types of wigs you had. Logan watched you give Wade plenty of options to choose from. Although he instantly grabbed the one that radiated 'Legolas' vibes, with the long, platinum blonde hair to his waist, saying this would be a good one to role-play with Vanessa.

You suggested giving Laura a quick trim of her ends, seeing that some of them were split. As always, you were so quick in your work. Laura's face lit up at the subtle difference touching up her hair made. His heart squeezed when you made his daughter smile.

He wants to tell you. He wants to tell you so badly.

Logan didn't know how you'd take it. If you'd be mad at him for lying in your face. Or horrified when he tells you all the dark things he's done. But he couldn't take another moment of staring at you, heart skipping a beat at the sight of you.

He knew how he was going to tell you.

"I think it's time for a trim." Logan says while sitting in the chair.

You examine his hair, "No, your hair is okay right now."

"I'm not talking about my hair." Logan runs his hands over his beard, earning a gasp from you.

"Really? Really, really?" He nodded before you squeal, going through the drawers to pull out your tools. The beard comb, razors, and scissors.

"Just shape it up and make it neat." He instructs, getting worried that you would shave it off completely.

"I got it."

Logan felt weird with your hands on his face. You rubbed a bunch of liquids along his beard, took the comb and made sure the hair was neat, and used the razor to trim up the sides and his sideburns. It had been a while since he's had a gorgeous woman like you feel along his face.

He admires the work you've done on his beard, how neat and clean it was compared to how he was growing it out. A look of pride on your face shown while observing him in the mirror.

"You look handsome."

Logan's mouth twitches to hide back a smile, "Thanks." When he stands, once again he gathers his wallet to pay you. As he hands you the money, you reach to take it but he doesn't pull away. "I'm assuming this one is free too?"

"Of course."

Logan grunts as you take his money from his last haircut, putting it in your pocket. "Look, I need to tell you something."

"Okay?" Your brows raised in curiosity, "What's up?"

A lump forms in his throat as he takes a minute to say what he's going to say. "I'm not your Logan." You blink with confusion and he continues. "I mean it. The Logan who saved you years ago, isn't me."

"Oh. Oh!" You take a step forward, "You're a clone then? Infused with the other Logan's memories?"

"No, not even close, sugar."

Logan briefly explains the multiverse, the different timelines that include a multitude of realities and people. He is from another timeline, one where he was alone after his team died. He went on a murderous rampage and killed bad and innocent people alike. He wasn't this timeline's Logan who died a hero—or about to die as one.

"I couldn't lie to you anymore." He admits, "I didn't want you to get your hopes up. Over a guy who you've admired for years. I'm not that guy. In fact, I'm the worst of them all."

You shake your head, fingertips grazing against the fabric of his shirt. "You're not the worst. Not one bit."

"I just told you I killed people. Innocent people."

"In the past. And you made up for it by saving this timeline right?" All he could do was nod and not focus on how close you were to him right now. "You're not the worst Logan. You're the same one who stayed with me almost every day when I closed, lets me give you free haircuts, and has a wonderful friend and daughter who cares for him so much. I'm pretty sure there aren't any other Logan's who do that. Or have that type of support."

He laughs briefly, "I don't like how you're so understanding about all of this."

"Why?" Logan doesn't know what to say, feeling he doesn't deserve this. Deserve you. However, Wade and Laura's words appear, telling him that he deserves this. To be happy. "I like you, Logan. Shouldn't I be a little understanding?"

"You should." He gazes at you, seeing your eyes fill with care. "I like you too." Logan's fingers curl around the belt loops of your jeans to pull you closer, your body flushed against his. He submerges himself in you, his forehead amongst yours, the tips of your noses brushing along one another.

"Just tell me to stop."

You don't say anything, giving him permission to kiss you.

Immediately, Logan groans against your lips. He's finally able to taste you. And how denied he's been for so long. He presses you against the vanity, your hands forming a death grip on his shirt. You've been desperate for this as much as he's been. You just had better self control.

Logan takes over, placing you on the vanity. He grunts in satisfaction as your legs wrap around his waist. Your tongue is in his mouth, and you taste the cigar he had earlier. Your light moan is the only thing he focuses on, his hand on your lower back and pressing your body closer to his.

"Mm!" You hum when pulling away, your lips forming a cute pout that Logan held back in kissing you again. "I'm a bit rusty."

"At kissing?"

You nod, "That and…you know."

Logan chuckles, his nose brushing against yours. "I don't know. You're gonna have to say it, sweetheart."

"Sex." You whisper like it was a secret, "I know it's surprising for someone in their forties."

"It's more surprising when you look like this…" Logan gropes your thighs, burying his face in your neck. His eyes almost roll back in smelling you, wanting to do so for a while. "It's been a while for me too."

"Really?" You gasp, but that was because he gently nibbling on your neck. "I thought you would-" You're cut off when Logan sucks on your skin, creating a dark mark that causes you to squeeze your thighs against him.

Logan freezes, getting a whiff of something new. Straight down to your core. He growls at smell of your arousal and pulls you closer if possible.

"You should close early."

He allows you enough room to check your clock on the wall. "We've got thirty minutes left."

"I don't know if I can hold on for that long." Logan's lips are on you again, not wanting to forget how you taste. He's not sure why he's like this. Maybe it's because he finally confessed to you. Or because you liked him back. Or because he's finally getting his libido back after a long time. He knows he'll fuck you in the salon if you keep stalling.

You pull away again, trying to catch your breath from his kisses. "Okay, okay. Closing early wouldn't hurt."

Logan wanted to carry you. His stomach twisted when you had to part when you were closing up. He was by your side the entire time, wanting to at least keep ahold of that intoxicating smell you were radiating. A light grope to your ass that made you giggle. An arm around your waist once you finally locked the door. Anything to be close to you.

The two of you were speed-walking to your apartment. Logan's palm pressed against your stomach, face against your head while you tried to unlock the door. Having a hard time as he was humping against your plump bottom. Clearly showing you how aroused he was.

You stumbled forward once the door opened but he caught you with his arm. Your back was pressed against the door when you two made out again. Tongues dancing, nipping at each other's lips. His jacket fell to the floor before picking you up, trapping you against the door.

"Wait…" You pull away again.

Logan starts getting concerned, "What's wrong? We going too fast or something?"

"No! No, not at all. I'm worried that my condoms might be expired."

He gets a moment of clarity. He didn't bring any. Logan honestly didn't think his night with you would lead to this. Now, he was underprepared.

"Fuck, I don't think I bought any-" While searching his pants, he feels a wrapper. Logan pulls it out to see a condom in his back pocket with a sticky note. It was filled with a little drawing of Wade's Deadpool persona sending him a bunch of hearts.

'Go get 'em, tiger.'

He'll need to thank Wade later.

"We're good. Where's the bedroom?" You point down the hall and he carries you there, all while you pepper his hair with kisses.

Logan lies you down on your comforter before raising your arms. He pulls off your shirt and gets a glimpse of your sports bra. He swears he gets harder when removing your shoes, then your jeans. You maneuver to take off his shirt as he kicks his boots away. Your hands unbutton his jeans while he kisses you for the hundredth time.

He wasn't sure what you were worried about as everything about you was making his cock form an imprint against his boxers. If anything, Logan wasn't sure about himself when you went to rub him and he almost keeled over.

"Keep doing that and I won't last."

Logan pushes you flat on the bed, covering your skin with kisses. Your neck, collarbone, the tops of your breasts. You raise the sports bra over your head and Logan can't stop staring.

Your breasts were so perfect, sitting pretty just for him. He takes a moment to admire you. A fingertip grazed your nipple, causing you to jerk a little. His eyes scan to your soft stomach, adorned with stretch marks. And your black panties that covered up the place he was excited to get to the most.

"All of this for me?"

"It can be…" You spread your legs wider, inviting him in. Logan fits in between your legs and leans down to suckle your breasts. Running his tongue all over the areola and nipple. Rolling your other nipple with his thumb, reveling the sweet sounds you made. Your hands gripping his hair as your arousal was getting stronger.

Logan groans against your skin before trailing kisses down to your tummy, across your navel, and hovering above your underwear. He almost drools when removing your panties. The smell getting stronger once the piece of fabric was gone.

"F-Fuck…" He shudders, "You smell so fucking good."

"You can smell me?" You question but he doesn't answer. Logan parts your legs wider, one leg over his shoulder. His palm takes its place on your stomach when he dives in. Oh, he wants the taste of you seared in his mind. He groans as his tongue flattens against your clit, licking that sensitive bud with a purpose. Burying his face in your pussy.

"Logan…" You sigh his name in a mix of your sounds of pleasure. While he flicks your bud, a finger goes inside you. And he feels how wet you are. How easily you're taking him in.

He adds another finger, and you squirm, but he makes sure you don't move away. He wants you to take it, to take all that he has to offer.

Logan picks up the pace in eating you out and fucking you with his fingers. All while your whines become constant and your body starts moving more and more. Even with his enhanced strength, its getting difficult to hold you down.

"Ohh Logan, I'm-" Your panting gets heavier, and he smells the sweat on you. Logan keeps going, alternating between sucking on your clit and pumping into you. You try to warn him about your climax but it was too late when you scream for him. Filling up the entire bedroom with your arousing sounds.

Logan sits up, watching you bask in the bliss of your ecstasy. Your eyelashes fluttered while you catch your breath. He can't hold back anymore. He needs you now.

"You did so good for me, honey." He breathes out, pulling off his boxers. Your eyes widened at the sight of his girthy cock. A few veins along the shaft, his tip beading with pre cum. Logan's chest swelling with pride as you couldn't stop staring. "You ready?"

"Yes."

He does his best not to tear the condom, sliding it on his shaft. Logan hovers above you, wanting a clear view when he enters you. Your mouth gapes, and his brows furrow, watching himself disappear inside you. You fit him perfectly. He puts his head back to keep control. Just entering you was enough to make him want to come right there.

"You feel fantastic. Oh fuck…"

Logan grips your thigh when he moves his hips, enough to almost be out of you before sinking into you again. His pace consisted of slow but rough thrusts as he watches your breasts jiggle during each moment. Your face was there but not there as you took his thrusts. Being fucked out of your mind.

He loves how he's easily he's able to slip in and out of you due to your wetness. Obsessed with how he's handling you. He leans down on his elbows, hitting a much better spot that makes you gasp. Immediately, you grip the nape of his neck, moaning in his ear.

"Oh, right there!"

Logan moves his hand to your ass, lifting you up a bit more to get a better angle. You cry out for him, and he knows your throat will be sore in the morning. He ruts into you, growling and grunting as he's getting close. His pelvis rubbing against your clit was enough to push you over the edge once more. Your cunt squeezing around his cock just right. And made Logan almost tear your sheets the way he climaxed.

His groans fill your ears, cum filling the condom. It was so much that he wondered if it was about to overflow.

Logan rolled over next to you, chest heaving in tandem with yours. He wanted to say a lot of things, wondering what this would mean for his relationship with you. But you curled up beside him, a gentle hand on his chest. Gazing at him with your signature warm eyes.

"I hope my neighbors don't complain tomorrow."

"If they do," Logan unsheathes his claws, and you stare at them in awe, "I'll scare them with these."

[smallestapplin]

Kaveh and Alhaitham omegaverse hc

I was going to do more but it's late and I'm so tired. But I'd like to hear anyone's thoughts, opinions, or asks! ^-^ might make more later.

Btw this is separately. Lemme know what ya think.

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Kaveh

- hot take, Kaveh is actually a alpha, he just doesn't act like a jerk like most do because that's just not him, it's just his secondary gender to him, nothing more.

- He envies omega's and their ability to make such comfy structures. He tries to make nests but gets embarrassed at how well he makes them he destroys them and never mentions it.

- He's very picky about scents, but it makes him so nervous about what he smells like or how other's perceive him after hearing a few omegas mention how they love the scent of their alphas.

- He smells sweet like honey, with subtle scents of the coffee he drinks. However his sweeter mellower scent gets drowned out in all his nights at the tavern trying to drink away his stress.

- Kaveh grows distressed easily, which sours his scent in more of a burnt popcorn smell which shoos other's away from him on accident.

- You two started off as friends before anything, just the cute omega who worked at the Tavern, his harsh scent and drinking made you worried, so slowly while making his drinks you'd talk to him. You aren't surprised at how much he opens up, but it surprises him how kind you are letting him vent like this.

- Sometimes you'd even meet him outside of your place of work and get shocked at just how wonderful he is without the drinking, you don't mind, but he holds a conversation better without slurring his words.

- One thing led to him asking if he could court you, and how could you say no when he made you a mini scale model of a garden?

- His nesting habits come up when you come to his (Alhaitham's) house, to his room and see the nest he forget to take down.

- He was stressed last night and being covered helped!

- "I-i hope it's not a turn off or anything! I just, I get stressed and sad and these are nice to have to feel safe, you know?"

- You do, you make stressed nests all the time.

- But you don't move, which worried him, until you look at him and gesture to it "Can I join you in your nest?"

- Asking like any mate should.

- "Yes! Yes of course! Oh i hope it's okay and up to your standards-"

- "Kaveh, it's your nest, not mine, I'm just happy you are letting me inside it, I'm honored.'

- You comment on how good the structure of the pillow walls are and how comfy the blankets are, and it ends with your alpha curled around you, dozing happily with you in his arms, nuzzling into your neck scenting you.

- He purrs loudly, it fills a small room with noise if it's quiet enough, but its so cute.

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Alhaitham

- another hot take, he is an omega. He hates leading, hates being the center of attention, loathes it when people ask him for anything, he just wants to be left alone with his work and to leave.

- However is never misses taking his heat suppressants, never misses taking any scent blockers, and doesn't even touch nesting matieral. To everyone and anyone he is just a moody beta.

- His scent is hidden, at most he smells like fresh paper, ink, and his shampoo. However if you were to smell is original scent it would be sage and orange, it's pleasant but not too strong, though you'd be able to point him out in a crowd from it alone.

- He rejects his secondary gender to the nines, he's seen how omegas get treated and hounded after and he's just not interested in finding anyone to date or mate, he will be damned if he's expected to be some stay at home omega either.

- No nesting items aside for whats needed for his basic bed, just two pillows and two comforter, and that so he can switch them when one needs to be washed.

- Since he is on surpressants he doesn't have his heat,, he avoids it like the plague, which he is thankful for cause it's just a nuisance in his eyes, he sees no purpose in having one, and he's is one of a handful of lucky ones that can afford it.

- His friendship qith you was a slow build. You two started off as 'you're the only coworker I can tolerate.' To occasionally chatting just before leaving for the day, to one of you hiding in the other's office to pretend to be talking something over to avoid people, to small hang outs outside of work even if you'd do most of the chatting, to coming over to his house (and promising his roommate not to speak a work.) to him denying he has any feelings for you.

- You are another omega who gets where he is coming from, and the only person who knows he's an omega too! So he swears it's just that you two have something to bond over.

- You two only started a unlikely courtship after he had been avoiding you for weeks, and you locked yourself in his office to explain himself, his calmness just annoyed you further and further until he broke at the sight of you near tears.

- You thought you were losing your friend, and honestly he did too.

- You walked out of his office with a bright smile and one of his favored bookmarks as a small claim.

- You give him gifts all the time, which he thinks is not needed but he can't help but feel touched by the fanart you always gift him thinks he's mentioned wanting to needing in passing.

- You two take it slow, but you both mesh together well, it's clear to see how you two fit together like a puzzle, one easily picking up one thing the other lacks, it's like watching a well oiled machine in action.

- He finds your scent comforting and often likes spending time at your house than anything,, it's drowned in your scent, how can he not love it?

- He watches you build a nest so effortlessly and beckens him in. His heart flutters, knowing this is a big step and a huge sign of trust, even if his expression doesnt change much.

- He likes cuddling with you face to face or you laying on his chest so he can still read, but he always keeps an arm around you, or is at least touching you in someway.

- Everyone knows you two are together just from him walking into work smelling like you, or because you barge into his office or wherever he is reading to scold him for leaving his lunch.

- His purr is silent, you'd never know he was purring unless you pressed your ear to his chest.

- His scent is safe with you, and you know you can rely on him to help you with your heats.

- Though neither of you know how that one will work as omega omega relationships are rare, and there isn't a guide book (he's looked.)

- But you two will get through it together.

[smuttysunny]

[ADA]Osamu Dazai NSFW Alphabet!

Genre: Smut

Synopsis: NSFW alphabet for our favourite bandaged suicidal maniac!

Contains: Overall GN reader, regardless of sex! Refrences to bdsm, public sex, pregnancy and breeding kinks, sex toys and more overall sexual stuff 😭🙏 there's way too much in here for me to list

Warnings: Not proofread‼️ English is also not my first language so there might be grammatical errors cuz despite me being fluent, i'm dumb asf!

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Ngl... May seem a bit ooc but I imagine him actually being really sweet after sex, that is if you two are like together and not just a hook up or something lol. He'd praise you and tell you did so good and def help you clean up and take a bath/shower afterwards. Maybe even order food if you two feel up for it.

I imagine he'd also be pretty cuddly, holding you tightly as he nuzzles his face in your shoulder. Moments like these where he shows his vulnerability to someone yk?

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners)

On himself, probably his eyes or hands. He just loves looking at you and watching all your adorable reactions! And with his hands he, of course, gets to touch you anywhere and everywhere!

On you, the fav is either your face or thighs. Your face of course because of how it can twist and contort in pleasure! Again, he loves your reactions very much. As for thighs, he just loves grabbing and holding them, thin or thick, doesn't matter to him! He loves caressing them, kissing them, licking, biting, leaving hickeys on them, you name it! He also ADORES how your legs try to close when giving you head! Squishing him to death between your thighs truly seems like a great way to go!

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)

Cummin on you. This fucker definitely loves coating you in his cum. If you can get pregnant he'd definitely be against the idea of cumming in you if you're not using a condom, he is NOT ready for the responsibility of raising a kid, sorry breeding kink people.

But if you can't get pregnant then he's more than willing, he still prefers to see you coveres in his load tho, it's just hot to him, yk?

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

I think he'd have a liking to purposefully walking in on you changing, just seems like the type of guy to ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Oh boy this man is def experienced from all the sleeping around he does 😭🙏 for all sexes too, not just afab ppl.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

Following on from the hc from earlier, any position where he can see your face will have him satisfied! Although I don't think he'd be particularly picky, just would prefer to see your face.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

I'd imagine him to be quite silly while not ruining the mood, unless he's absolutely tired and done and needs something to let his frustrations out, ofc, but even then after he starts relaxing he'd def go back to his usual teasing and cracking jokes here and there!

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He'd do the bare minimum grooming 💀🙏 listen, he's too occupied living to really care about his hair down there but ig in some way the carpets would match the drapes because no matter how unkept he has his hair, it still looks shampoo commercial worthy so probably same thing down there aswell. Would occasionally give himself a trim tho, not fully unkempt.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect.)

Depends on his mood and what it is. Quickie? Maybe less intimate as it's just meant to be a quick fuck but if it was proper sex at home he's def be on the more romantic side, unless again pouring his frustrations out on you, and even then, the way his eyes shine looking at you would still reveal the love he holds for you so <3

J = Jack off (Masturbation Headcanon)

This cunt has the sex drive of a teen boy so he'd def be jerking off often, maybe like at least 2 or 3 times per week? Although he can hold himself back pretty well. I can also imagine him absolutely obliterating No Nut November just because he thought it'd be funny.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Can of worms... Which we will be disecting and studying as if its our finals hitting!

For starters, def maintained some of the less healthy kinks he had from his PM days like sadomasochism and gunplay, but at least now it's more of an overall roleplay/bdsm kink with no actual danger. Speaking of which he would LOVE to get tied up or tie you up, same for choking but more on the receiving end. Both giving and receiving for edging and orgasm denial too. Probably also has a big thing for being dominated; he doesn't mind domming but he'd absolutely LOVE to be stepped on and get his brains fucked out!

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

He's shameless but not entirely. As far as he'd go is semi-public places like an alley or his car. As for favourite place, peobably the ADA office LMFAO particularly when it's empty because there's a risk of getting caught!

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

As mentioned previously, this guy has the sex drive of a horny teen so even the smallest touch could accidentally set him off.

N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He would NEVER hurt his partner on purpose. Even for his more extreme kinks he'd make sure you're okay with it first and foremost before anything. Also ik dacryphillia is a big thing in these kinds of fics but if you ever started properly crying he'd stop IMMEDIATELY.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

I think he'd prefer giving slightly more than receiving. He just loves being in between your legs, you know? And again, would love to get choked to death by your thighs <3

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends. If he's making love he'd 100% go slow and sensual, but if it's a quickie his pace would def be fast, a bit rough too but unintentionally! If he's fucking though... Walking privileges will 100% be lost from how rough he'd be lol

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He LOVES them. Legit cherishes them as if they're god's best gift to man, and to be honest to a man like him they sure are.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

Seeing as how he'd be more than willing to fuck you in his car he'd def enjoy risks here and there, with consent of course(minus pregnancies goodness gracious, if you two are at it without a condom he'd immediately rush you to take your morning after pill afterwards). Again, he would never hurt his partner on purpose and if risks aren't your thing he'd be more than understanding

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

His stamina matches his horniness. If it were after him, he probably wouldn't stop till the sun rises so really it's up to his partner for how long sex will go lmfao

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Ohhh he'd love toys. Most likely owns a fleshlight for when you're not there to please him lolol

And don't feel left out! Because he'd love using toys on you too! Be it vibrators, dildos or something more obscure!

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

King of teasing™ will not miss a minute to joke about how desperate you are for him or any of the sort

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Loud but he does it on purpose just to add to his teasing. Also because he enjoys annoying the neighbors and if he'd doing it in a semi-public place, adds to the risk

W = Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character)

Loves getting pegged.

X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

As a non dick haver I actually had to search a bit for this bit-

Uhhh maybe just a little above average idk??? Maybe like 6.2 inches or smth? I o ly rlly have a vague image of him not really being too thick but making up for it in lenght so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I'll just leave this one up to your guy's imaginations 💖

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Already mentioned it like 5 times but omd he gets so horny so often you might aswell assume he's a rabbit

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Although I hc him to have slight insomnia because of depression, probably after sex is one of the only times he can actually fall asleep rather quickly. Just snuggle up to him nice and warm and he's out like a light in approximately 3 minutes. And he def sleeps like a log too lmfaooo

[coffeeghoulie]

dottie im here for the women

can you give us some sweet, loving, hot sex between cirrus and cumulus? im in need of some girl on girl action. im not picky <3

so the outline for this was, in all caps, "cumulus just fucking loves her wife so much"

Cirrus deserves to be pampered, okay?

about 1.7k of Cumulus taking care of Cirrus, oral sex, and mentions of strapons and facesitting

"I went to our favorite store when I was out this afternoon," Cirrus says, voice filtering in past the open bathroom door, where Cumulus is finishing up washing her face, gently smoothing lotion onto her skin.

Cumulus pauses, perking up and sticking her tongue out at her reflection as she realizes how eager she's being. "Yeah?" she asks, priding herself on how even she keeps her tone as her stomach jumps. She knows exactly what store Cirrus is talking about, the toy chest tucked underneath their roost full of all sorts of their wares.

"You wanna try something different tonight, songbird?"

"You always have the best ideas, loon," Cumulus says. "I'm in."

"Cue, you didn't even see what I got," Cirrus whines, but even though Cumulus can't even see her, she can hear her smile on the air. Cumulus flicks the bathroom light off, stepping into the room she shares with her beloved.

Cirrus, as always, is a vision. Dark navy hair pooling over her exposed shoulders, the dusting of light spots on her grey skin that earn her Cumulus's favorite nickname, dressed in soft sweatpants and a tanktop, ready for lounging in bed. But there's an odd expression on her face, a furrow in her brow that Cumulus wants nothing more to smooth out with her kisses. She glances down at the bed, at an open package overflowing with soft blue tissue paper sat on the foot of it.

"Ooh, whatcha get?" Cumulus asks, keeping her tone bright, trying to get her love to smile.

Cirrus just gestures at the box, a foot long on each side, a few inches deep. Cumulus doesn't go immediately to the package, instead cooing as she presses up against Cirrus's side. "Baby," Cumulus whispers, staring up at her with wide eyes. "What's wrong, my little loon?"

"Just thinking," Cirrus blinks, leaning down to nose at Cumulus's curls, making a soft little noise as she breathes in the scent of her shampoo. Cumulus wraps her arms around her waist, just holding her. "I got you something," she whispers into her hair. "You wanna see?"

"I'd like nothing more," Cumulus says, reaching out with one arm to rifle through the tissue paper. The other stays wrapped around Cirrus's waist.

The first thing she feels other than the paper is soft, buttery leather, and then cool, solid silicone. She wraps her hand around it, humming softly as she takes the new harness and strap from the box. It's a much slimmer toy than Cumulus normally prefers, a little shorter too, a white, icy blue marble where it's threaded through the silver o-ring at the front of the harness, gently curving up, and that's when it hits her.

She turns back to Cirrus, a grin dimpling her cheeks. "Oh, baby," she coos. "What a lovely toy you've gotten me. Would you like me to use it on you?"

The grey blush deepens, begins to creep down Cirrus's throat, and she hums uncharacteristically shy.

Cumulus turns, taking her by the biceps. "Baby, I'd be more than happy to." She stands up on her tiptoes, nudging her nose against the line of Cirrus's jaw, pressing fluttering kisses there. Cirrus looks up, meeting her eyes.

"Sorry," she breathes, laughing softly as Cumulus's breath tickles her skin.

"Whatever for?" Cumulus asks, cooing as she presses a kiss just under her ear.

"Can't seem to ask for what I want," she shifts, and Cumulus smooths her hands up and down her biceps. "Have to make you guess."

"Hey," she says, hands moving up to cup Cirrus's cheeks, making the taller ghoulette meet her gaze. "I know you, Cirrus. We crawled out of the Pit together. I know you, and you know me, and I want to give you what you want."

Cirrus huffs, smiling softly. "I want," she breathes. "I want to see you wearing that strap I bought."

Cumulus smiles, a glint of something mischievous in her eye. "Just see me?"

Cirrus rolls her eyes, laughing as she turns her head, pressing a ghost of a kiss against her mate's palm. "Dove," she says. "Don't make me say it."

She laughs, spinning her by the arms so the back of her legs press against the edge of the mattress. "Say what? That you want your mate to take care of you and use this very pretty little toy and make you feel good?"

The noise Cirrus makes is something that Cumulus wishes she could bottle and keep forever. "Oh, that's it, then?" She coos, coaxing her to lay down in their aerie. "You wanna be my princess tonight?"

Cirrus keens, an arm flopping over her eyes, the hem of her tank top riding up, and Cumulus has to fight not to drool at the sight of the soft pad of fat that sits just above her hips. "Oh, princess, don't hide, I wanna see you."

There's a clicking noise as Cirrus swallows, removing her arm from her face as Cumulus straddles her hips. Cirrus stares up at her, her normally pin-like, avian pupils blown out, darkness swallowing the grey of her irises. She reaches up, curling a strand of Cumulus's soft hair around one of her fingers before tucking it behind a feathered ear. "Please, dove."

Cumulus leans down, pressing a soft kiss to her mate's lips. She doesn't need confirmation, knows what Cirrus wants just as well as she knows her own needs. Cumulus helps her sit up just enough to pull her tank top off over her head.

"My prettiest ghoul," she coos, kissing down her chest, hands cupping the swell of her breasts. Cirrus chokes out a whine, carding her long fingers through her mate's hair as she kisses downward.

Cumulus takes her time, even though her patience is already wearing thin and she wants nothing more than to reward her love for offering her that vulnerability. She knows Cirrus, knows how she struggles to open up sometimes. She spends so much taking care of the others that there's not much left for herself.

Cumulus focuses her efforts on the softness of her stomach, just above the waistband of her sweats, sucking and mouthing at the skin, leaving small, violet bruises until Cirrus gasps, reaching down and shoving at her sweats.

"Cue, dove, please," Cirrus breathes, lifting her hips as they both work together to shove her pants and underwear off.

She grins, pushing gently at the lean muscle of Cirrus's thigh, making a little more space for herself as she hooks it over her shoulder. Cumulus turns, watching Cirrus's face out of the corner of her eye as she turns her affections on her inner thigh, kissing and sucking and nipping higher and higher, until Cirrus is whining, fingers tangled in the sheets.

"Grab my hair, princess," she coos, breath hitting where Cirrus is already slick with anticipation, clit jutting out from her folds, dusky and swollen even though it hasn't been touched yet.

Cirrus does as she's told, taking handfuls of Cumulus's curls, pianist's fingers curling against her scalp, but not pulling. Always so gentle.

Cumulus glances up, locking eyes with her before pressing her tongue to her folds, dragging it up over her clit. She doesn't look away, even as the warm pressure rips a quiet moan from her throat. Cumulus hums, shifting Cirrus's thigh on her shoulder and kissing her clit into her mouth, tongue fluttering against the tip.

"Shit, Lus," Cirrus gasps, breaking eye contact as her head tips back against the pillows. Cumulus holds on to her as she works at her, fingers dimpling the flesh of her thigh, her hip. She doesn't look away, knows Cirrus's body like her own, icy blue eyes locked on the way Cirrus's jaw goes slack.

Her world narrows to the points of contact, to watching her mate's expression as she licks at her, drowning in her taste. Cirrus's fingers clench and unclench, never pulling, and Cumulus coos into her cunt.

Cirrus jolts at the vibrations, fists closing as she yelps. "Fuck!"

"Does that feel good, baby?" she asks, pulling back to nose at her dark, slick curls. She presses a kiss to the tip of her clit, nuzzling her cheek against Cirrus's inner thigh.

"Fuck, Lus, please don't stop," Cirrus begs, fingers twitching in her hair.

"Never," She grins, licking a stripe over her clit before sucking gently on it, humming softly. Cirrus nearly squeals, hips jolting off of the bed, and Cumulus just holds her. "My polite little loon."

She smooths her hand up and down Cirrus's flank. One of Cirrus's hands leaves her hair, finds hers, and she squeezes her hand with more confidence than gripping at her curls. Cumulus smiles, redoubling her efforts.

Cirrus squirms, gasping and panting quietly. "Lus, shit, jus' like that, please," she begs, holding tight to her hand.

Cumulus lets her eyes lock onto Cirrus's face, not stopping even for a moment, air magick letting her hold her breath as long as she'd like and not a moment less.

Cirrus cries out wordlessly as she cums, and Cumulus watches her expression, wants to remember the bliss on her face forever. She keeps licking and sucking until Cirrus's hand tightens in her hair for real, panting and writhing beneath her with overstimulation.

She pulls back, licking her lips like the cat that got the cream. "Feeling good, baby?"

Cirrus laughs, chest heaving as she catches her breath. "Is the sky blue?"

Cumulus purrs, self-satisfied. She straddles Cirrus's hips, cupping her cheeks in her hands, leaning in to kiss her languidly. Cirrus moans at the taste of herself on Cumulus's tongue.

When they pull away, Cumulus presses her forehead to Cirrus's, their horns knocking gently together. "Are you ready for the strap, Cir?"

Cirrus grunts, propping herself up for a moment. The wave of heat from her expression nearly makes Cumulus double over. It's the look Cirrus gets when she's about to pounce. "Damn the strap, dove," she says, patting the pillow next to her head, a wicked smirk on her lips. "Changed my mind for right now. I want my turn. Come up here and have a seat."

[kurokonobrainrot]

For the sensory ask thing. 2,6,7,14,18 and 22 for Akashi please!

Thanks for asking !!

2- The colours they wear / look best in

Muted and warm colors, like brown, beige, black, white, creme and marron. I said it before but the dark (and light) academia aesthetic is perfect for him,

6- Some of their favourite flavours or foods

I made a post about it on twitter a while ago with a cute template i found so here it is

He doesn't like sharp flavors and he is a picky eater, i love how the GoM knows about it and Aomine even teased him for it in a cd drama.

He absolutely make a face when he eats sour things, which is why he doesn't like it very much. He doesn't really have a problem with the taste but he finds it inappropriate of him to not be able to hide it and remain impassive

He doesn't really have 'rich people' taste, he likes simple dishes because it reminds him of the time when his mother was still alive and cooked for him.

7- What they smell like

Tea and incense. Matcha because he drinks a lot of it, the incens comes from the fact that he lit some for his mother every single day before going to school and the smell stick to his clothes.

He also uses really fine soap and shampoo, the smell is very delicate but its possible to smell it when you're really close to him.

14- Their favourite type of music

He used to only listen to classical music because that's what he learned with the violin and piano, but he can find songs he likes in every styles. He doesn't go out of his way to find new songs but he is always happy to listen to his friends recommendation, if a friend send him a song he will listen to it. I think he would also be very fond of jazz.

I think he'd rather play classical music than listen to it, unless it's Midorima playing.

18- The sounds they make when experiencing intense emotion

He practiced so much staying impassive and not showing any sign of "weakness" that he doesn't make any sound. Maybe just a sharp inhale when he can't fully repress it.

When the intense emotion is bliss or happiness and he is completely relaxed (like half asleep), he makes a sound very close to purring.

22- Are they good at sensing the thoughts and emotions of others? How do they experience them?

He is extremely good at sensing both, almost like a mind reader. But for their emotions, despite being able to sense them very well, he isn't very good at understanding and interpreting them.

He is deep down a really awkward boy, he practiced very hard to be good at socialization but he has also never been able to fully understand other people, its not that he lacks empathy, it's because he muted his own emotions so hard and for so long that even his own emotions are foreign to him, so understanding other people's emotion is even harder.

This is one of the reasons why he cannot make himself approachable and has difficulty connecting with others and also why he sometimes appears to lack tact sometimes (especially in middle school).

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That was really fun ! I'm very sensitive to sensory stimuli so these kinds of headcanons are really enjoyable to write

[kingmagnificoofrosas]

good day King Magnifico, I'm glad to be here again ^^ I have a few more questions that I would like to get answers to :3

1. Do you know any other sciences that are not related to magic? or don’t you divide them into different parts and think that magic is connected with every science?

2. have you tried to fly using magic? In general, what is your magic best suited to: telepathy, creation of objects. Do you associate magic with the spiritual power of a person or does the physical body also influence?

I also have more harmless and vital questions:

1. Do you have a favorite food? Do you even know how to cook and are there any details that should definitely be included in your diet?

2. how do you take care of your hair?

3. just honestly, maybe there is something that you would like to change about yourself? (you are gorgeous)

and the question is more of a clarification, can Queen Mirah herself answer the questions? Thanks in advance for your answer, have a nice day :3 I hope my questions are not a repetition of others🥹

Hello again! Are you enjoying your stay in my kingdom so far? Has Julie shown you around yet? Our local spring festival will last until the end of this week.

The very fist things I learned as a young boy were biology, alchemy and astronomy, since my father knew those. Later on I studied herbology, different kinds of materials, stones and such.

Magic, as I used it, wasn't necessarily tied to science but you could devide it into the elements for one. Fire, water, earth and air. I mostly worked with those elements.

Come to think of it, when I didn't create things, I used the control over the elements to aid me. Making objects levitate or bend things to create something. Earth and stones for example. That's how I built my palace mostly. Of course you have fire too. Oh I remember forming the colorful glass for my windows was a lot of fun!

The magic, like most folks call it, is absolutely a spiritual ability. My late teacher called it gifting! Because it is not by your power alone but it is something given to you by the great father. He can give it and take it. You only learn how to use it correctly. Yes, it does impact your body. Over all, this is a topic I could talk hours about.

No, I never used my abilities to fly. *chuckles* Let me put it that way - I prefered to stay on the ground.

Do I have favourite foods? Oh .... actually I'm not that much of a picky eater as long as the dish is served right.

Oh ... but I don't like snails ... oysters, frog legs and similar monstrosities!!! *shutter*

Blergh. Never understood how people can eat that stuff. Surpringly I can tell you more about the things I don't like to eat.

How do I take care of my hair? *laughs* guarded secret my dear.

He has his selfmade shampoos and stuff.

Shush! Weren't you working on things, Julie?

Mememeh 😗

*clears throat* My dear asissant. Charming isn't she.

Is there something I would like to change about myself? Deep question. Yes. I would like to be in better control of my emotions. Everything I feel, I feel very intensly. Sometimes that is good. Sometimes it feels like a heavy burden. Be less fearful ... you know ... I know healing from a trauma that intense takes time but ... sometimes I wish I could be more open ... more trusting. It got better but it's not quite how I'd like it to be.

Thank you for the compliment. I appreciate it.

Of course you can ask my wife questions too. She'll be thrilled to answer you! And don't worry. I don't mind answering questions that have been asked before. There is always something new to add.

Now, that felt like a little interview. Thank you for your interest. I hope my answers helped you. Have a nice stay! *smiles at you before turning to return inside*

[apoptoses]

what cologne(s) do you headcanon as daniel wearing (either during his mortal or immortal years)? i often see mention of armand noticing/enjoying the scent of daniel's cologne or aftershave in fics by you and others and i'm always curious to hear what particular fragrances people imagine he might pick out for himself (or what armand might pick out for him)

HELLO ANON i am so sorry it took me forever to get back to you on this one, it's one of my fav topics!!

so i don't see daniel as a hugely picky guy when it comes to scents. he's loyal to a particular deodorant brand because it's easy to get the same thing every time he goes to the store, he puts on aftershave because the girls and guys he's been with have commented on liking the smell. pre-armand i see him picking up stuff at the drug store, some old spice or mitchum or (once, on a whim) some jovan because he was curious what 'sex appeal for men' could smell like.

and then in the chase years he just doesn't care. he's living out of hotels, he smells like the shampoos and stuff provided in the room. he grabs whatever he can identify as deodorant from the drug store, which has led so some mishaps. he's gone around more than once smelling like flowers or baby powder because he accidentally grabbed something for women, but he can't read the labels and frankly he's too stressed to worry about it.

with armand? cologne-wise, he's getting an upgrade. no more drug store stuff, armand would drag him to the counter at a high end department store and get him something from a long established luxury brand. and daniel doesn't mind- it's the 70s, everything is woodsy and musky and it's all the same to him. he likes the experience though, being waited on and getting the nice packaging, and likes only having to use a bit because the scent actually lingers.

but like, deodorant? armand would have that man going without. i think he's a weird little scent freak and being a scentless being himself would be all about natural smells; the warm, human scent daniel gets the night they go out and end up playing basketball with some strangers in the street. a little sweat mixed with his shampoo and the detergent that lingers on his clothes, that's the ideal, fuck adding any extra scent.

and daniel feels weird about that, it's not the norm now, at least not where he's from. but on the other hand it gets armand on him like an animal and if it gets him a taste of the blood- whatever. it's fine, he'll live.

so YEAH tl;dr i don't think he cares too much haha he goes for convenience when its his choice, and when it's not his choice he's not gonna argue much anyways.

[pancakeke]

throwback to when shea moisture changed the ingredients for the shampoo I used to swear by with no indication that they did so. a bunch of those weird things are dual emollients/thickeners which is weird considering how thin the new version was compared to the old one.

this is from 2018 tho. the product is their "raw shea butter deep moisturizing shampoo". check out the current ingredients lmao

from what I'm seeing online, nothing was done to notify consumers about this formula change either.

the new ingredients are generally rated as "good" for skin by the paula's choice ingredient dictionary but if your skin is picky then you can't trust a brand that likes to quietly change ingredients. not to mention that the overall quality went downhill yet the prices for this stuff increased significantly.

[lostusagis]

@jiraipink asked: [ wash ] sender helps receiver wash their hair (Kamui) LISTEN U WERE NUDGING SO I NUDGE BACK???

PROMPTS FOR ORDINARY THINGS THAT FEEL INTIMATE

His original plan was to see Namida after he finished hanging out with Kagura, however he got side tracked and ended up fighting a samurai. It wasn't as fun as he originally thought, the victory came pretty easily. Kamui barely got any scratches, just a few bruises maybe. It was so disappointing, he hated when his opponents were easy to kill.

Where's the fun in that? He loved a challenge, and the likelihood of death. Although, not MANY people on earth could kill him. Very, very few. But some still gave a good fight. Like Kagura's silver big brother. If only he'd agree to a rematch, the guy always avoided him when he'd visit his sister. Lame.

But at least he rid earth of that weak and pathetic samurai he just finished fighting with. Good riddens to another weakling.

Whatever, the lack of excitement from the fight did sour his mood. But, since he reminded himself he was going to see Namida. . . That at least helped lift his mood again.

Kamui did heavily enjoy having a key to her apartment, it felt really special to him. There was a warmth when he'd use it to open up her apartment door. Then upon seeing her, he'd greet Namida with a warm smile. ''Hey Namida ~!''

There was always a cheeriness when he'd see her, definitely completely different from how he was with anyone else. Seeing her face was enough to put him at ease, hence why he came over so often when he was in the area.

Although, he ended up noticing that there was blood in his hair from the fight he was in earlier. A frown ended up on his face, since he was really nit picky when it came to his hair. Kamui would notice Namida looking over at him when he discovered that and was quick to reassure her.

''Oh, I'm fine don't worry.'' He'd wave his hand dismissively to assure her of that, putting a smile back on his face. It wasn't his blood anyway, that guy he fought sucked so bad, he could barely get any damage on him.

Namida ends up offering to help him wash his hair. Kamui was hesitant for a moment, since he was so used to taking care of his hair himself. The only person he used to allow to care for his hair was his mother, since she did it in a way he liked. Which led to slight conflict he'd feel. But Namida. . . .

Her hair always looked nice, and she was a comforting presence for him. Kamui didn't have much reason to turn down her offer. There would be a slight hue of red that would form on his cheeks though, averting eye contact when answering. ''. . . . Sure.''

When she'd start washing his hair, his eyes would flutter close. The whole experience was really enjoyable. Feeling the warm water pour into his long hair, then the scent of shampoo which he heavily enjoyed. Kamui always had a preference for the more fruity ones. Often using strawberry or coconut scented shampoo himself. A relaxed sigh would be breathed out. She was really thoroughly when she started washing through his hair, Kamui loved the way her fingers felt.

He would be a little bummed once it was all done, given how much he liked having her wash his hair. Once he'd have his hands on a towel, he'd dry up his dripping auburn locks. He'd look over at her silently for a few moments, before looking away again.

''Thanks, that felt pretty nice to be honest.''

Kamui would take hold of her hand, pulling her a little close so he could lean in and press a kiss against her cheek. ''I wouldn't mind having you do that again some other time.''

His features would be beaming at her, ''How about I repay you by making you something to eat? Your favorite meal maybe?''

She never failed to make him unbelievably happy whenever they spent time together.

[kaylatechheart]

Bathbomb Trinity Redesigns (Adoptables)

I made redesigns to my one time OCs that I made for a Deviantart Badge thing back then, and I'm very proud on how much of a glow up it has turned out. I decided to remake them so it be in a better condition for friend @Blacksun98 to work with. As well as providing and helping info that they would want for these characters, the info will be provided below. So hope you guys like it! Note: These guys takes place in a different city but within the same PPG universe area. Old Designs: https://www.deviantart.com/kaylatechheart/art/BathBomb-Trinity-Sketch-846257627

Bathbomb Trinity now owned by: @Blacksun98 PPG is owned by: Craig McCracken

Bathbomb Trinity Info: Ingredients: Shampoo, Soap, and Conditioner + Chemical H

Ages: All 8 - 10 Years Old (Around 9 current time) Species: Neko Fish (They are not Catfish lol)

Shayla:

INFO

Shayla, a very outgoing and chaotic girl who enjoys being the center of attention and within the spotlight of others, whether in a positive or negative way. She's often very brash but straight forward towards others, and will not be afraid to be hesitant to express her feelings and thoughts. Often or not this can hurt someone else's feelings due to lack of awareness or lack of filter, but because of that other people are able to understand her better as a person and her intentions are pretty predictable to anyone's knowledge.

With her being very expressive, it's not hard to tell how she feels within that moment, making her feelings easily readable, so when it comes to her trying to hide how she's feeling it can't fool anyone. She's also known to be hypocritical with her actions when calling out on others, though that makes it easier for her to identify other people's true intentions a lot more faster if she ever notices.

Although she's not your typical "good girl" she's not inherently a "bad kid" either. She's more much a wild card and has her handful of fair share of naughty moments, hence getting into a lot of trouble. She often likes to tease her brothers a lot, especially Connor as he is not outspoken as Sean, though if she goes too far with her actions she would feel very bad and terrible about it. She might not be the best sister but tries to be a good one at least.

Shayla often wishes she have a sister as she felt left out, being the only girl in the group her interests are sometimes far different from her and her brothers leaving her very few to talk about with them. She sometimes wishes that her brothers are either girls or that she is a boy herself so she wouldn't feel so drifted from them. Funny enough its the only thing about herself she never revealed as she wishes to keep at least one insecurity to herself for once. OTHER INFO

Has a pearl that can see all that's happening in the current time (within the vicinity of the city). It is used as their version of the "Hotline" and not a phone like the PPG, the pearl also glows upon a bad event that has happened within the city. It has an active ability as well that shows 5-10 seconds in the future, but only triggered when a life threatening situation occurs. (Meaning Shayla cannot trigger that ability herself, it has to happen on its own)

Loves a lot of Seafood, mostly fish meat related though or squid but she can eat other foods.

Surprisingly she's not a picky eater and will eat anything on the table unlike Sean. The food will have to be so bad for her to dislike it.

Is pan when she's older.

Has a good relationship with their parent, decent with Connor, but bickers head to toe with Sean. But she still loves Sean regardless, and sometimes even enjoy his company if they aren't fighting.

Secretly jealous of Sean's and Connor's brotherly bond, hopefully have something similar if she had a sister, or maybe with them as well.

Her signature color is Sandy Yellow, her main ingredient being Shampoo.

Since Sean doesn't hang out with her as much, usually she hangs out with Connor.

Is a decent swimmer, however is a really good listener from far away due to the lack of fluff in her ears.

Despite her and her brothers are all spoiled and loved, she has more toys and trinkets in her room than her brothers, though no worries its not out of favoritism, she just asks for much though understands if she cannot get said item (even if she is upset about it).

Her hobbies consist of reading (mostly comics), playing with toys, stuffed animals, doing outdoor activities (mostly be reckless), arts and crafts, watch TV and play video games. (She doesn't really play board games as it boring to her as it has no action to it) Connor: INFO Connor, a meek and soft spoken child, he is a shy and nervous little boy, often times spoke in a quiet and polite manner. Very sweet to others, though is very unconfident about his leadership skills, and himself as a person. Despite his 2 other outspoken, rowdy siblings of his, somehow he's is the self proclaimed leader of the group. Reason of that being his persona changes 180 when being under pressure, being able to successfully lead and get him and his siblings into formation and work through with his plans and save civilians and innocent bystanders successfully. Though kind, Connor is very smart and is not naïve towards people's bad intentions. An attempt in the past was made by him to switch his leader position to Sean and Shayla when his anxiety filled thoughts of responsibility as a leader peaked through the roof. It was proven both was unable to keep calm under pressure when put in a stressful and potentially life threatening situation, and then the group eventually realized Connor is the better option as a leader. Some believe that this sudden persona change from Connor is due to his survival responses kicking in, being in flight or fight mode. Due to his nature of being pretty much full of worry and anxiety filled. OTHER INFO

Obtains a trident that can summon lightning, water beams at will, can also give a fly boost during in a water setting or rain.

Enjoys Sea Plants as food, though does eat Seafood (Fish and Crabs and etc) and many other things.

Is bi when older but more straight leaning.

Has a good relationship with his parent and both siblings, and gets along with them pretty well.

His signature color is Seaweed Green and main ingredient being Conditioner.

Is a very good swimmer, due to his tail being sharp and slick.

His hobby consists of reading (mostly comics and novels), playing toys and hugging stuffed animals, knitting, watching TV and play board games or video games. Sean: INFO Sean, a very laidback and chill guy often enjoys things that are within the moment with no rushes or anything. Although is nice, often gets annoyed pretty easily and has a very short temper due to unable to convey of show emotions well or correctly. And even goes as far as to hide their emotions to not cause any disturbance, but only within his convivence as he doesn't have to deal with more things. Because of that he often butt heads with his sister, who they pretty much disagree on a lot of things with each other. Though despite that, Sean is very overprotective of his siblings and would do anything to protect them, whilst being the "oldest" he often has rational thinking and a clear head to make very important decisions, even have a good planning systems as well and take his time on thinking about it. However the drawback comes with being unable to think under pure pressure, when Connor attempts to give away his leadership title to him at the first time when he felt inadequate at being a leader. This ended up being a disaster when Sean had a panic attack trying to think his plan at a fast and quick pace which he wasn't used to. Sean often times can be seen as "cold hearted" or "emotionless" by strangers when in reality he doesn't know what to feel around them, hence a lot of other kids tend to be slightly afraid of them. Sean often feels insecure about his tail, as it was born defective, making him unable to swim properly, despite him and his siblings are born to swim, making him swim way more slower than the others. As well as how his tail looks. Often or not in dire situations, him swimming pretty slow had almost got him killed hence needing assistance from Connor to use his ability to cling onto him and swim away faster. He wishes he can swim like the others normally. OTHER INFO

Has a Conch Shell that can play music, summon a help call to alert his siblings, as well as summoning sea creatures to aid him and bubble rings to float but with a limit of 5 mins. It can also blow normal bubbles as well.

Enjoys Seafood, but specifically crustaceans such as shrimp, crab lobster and etc. Can eat other variants of seafood and other food items, he just prefers those mostly.

Is a very picker eater, but that's due to taste and sometimes sensory issues. (EX Pineapple stings their tongue and injures them)

Despite loving both siblings, he enjoys Connor's company more. Sometimes secretly wishes Shayla not being there when they are talking something they all like, and only wants Connor's company. Honestly, he even feels bad for even thinking that and never reveals that truth to any of his siblings.

Is gay when he's older, he at first thought it was because his experience with Connor and Shayla made it like this, but in reality he genuinely likes guys.

Has a good relationship with parent and Connor except Shayla. While Shayla sometimes enjoy his company, Sean really doesn't with her. Making the company with the both of them one sided. However masks the truth of it as he at least loves her enough to see her happy. He loves both of his siblings, but has heavy favoritism with Connor.

His signature color is Ocean Blue, his main ingredient being Soap. Funny enough the soap was heavily chipped off, maybe that was the result of the tail being chipped as well.

Is a bad swimmer, and although can hear far, doesn't has as sensitive ears as the others.

His hobby consists of sketching, reading (novel and manga but comics if Connor ever shows them) and puzzles. Especially the 3D puzzles. Sometimes plays board games with Connor or normal video games and even watch TV with him.

[jinx-on-mars-19xx]

Stereotypes and Salt in the Wound

🖤 All Previous Parts Here 🖤

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: ABO/Omegaverse dynamics (knots, slick, vaguely confusing reproductive explanations), mpreg, lactation kink, food kink, gum sharing, sick Dom, masterbation, toy play, grinding, breastfeeding, uncut Dom, top Dom, bottom Col, boys in love 🖤 Rating: explicit

Colson heard the footsteps behind him and he cringed, trying to hide the jar tucked in his arm. Dom already had a specific walk but the further along he got the more he… well the rapper didn't want to say waddled but… He caught when he stopped and sniffed, the scent obviously hitting him and the man tried to hurry to close the lid. Fuck he knew he'd be in trouble. He should have just thrown it out but it felt like a waste and honestly he missed the taste. "Kells?" Oh God, he only used his stage name normally if he was upset. "Tell me tha' ain't… tell me ya wouldn't fink to bring pickles under me roof."

"I didn't!" He huffed, chewing so fast the vinegar choked him and finally he just swallowed a bite almost whole. "Ash thought she was being nice, she didn't know. I was just… getting rid of them."

"Oh, you was getting rid of em? Ya couldn't jus' toss em out? It's like you don't want me anywhere near yas today." Dom could feel himself start to gag, his stomach going sour. He fucking hated pickles before the twins and now it was absolute torture.

The punk was wrong, he was actually desperate to have the boy close to him. He hadn't gotten to bottom in a while and it had really started to become a stress relief. He was getting overwhelmed with everything but he knew Dom couldn't anymore. Not until the babies were out but he never expected it to bother him so much. Maybe he had opened the snack to bug him just a little but he shouldn't punish his whelped mate. "I'm sorry." He sighed, standing up to take the jar to the trash but after tossing it he tried to hug his boyfriend and sent him rushing to the bathroom to throw up. Fuck.

Dom felt him following, the scent clinging to the bastard like bad hairspray, cloying and nauseating. He was able to keep from being sick by the grace of some fertility god and his strength of refusal but he made his alpha clean up. He didn't mean to be a picky bitch, that was the only hard rule. He treated the rapper like a biohazard as he sat on the toilet and watched. First Col had to brush his teeth, even adding a piece of mint gum just to make sure, change out of his clothes, and finally shower, Dom giving him directions every step of the way. By the time he was soaping up the vibe had switched, his stomach full of butterflies, his thighs sticky wet.

"I been so bloody nice to you about cravings ya wanker. Gloves are fucking off. For the week you get me wha'ever I want whenever." He snapped, spreading his legs under his oversized T-shirt as he tried to lean back and bury his fingers between his legs. He could see the moment his smell hit his fiancé, he froze while shampooing his hair and one red eye opened before he cursed loud and turned to rinse it out. Dom blushed, he knew he had an effect on him but fuck that was hot. Reassuring. The more he grew the more he worried but no matter what his partner adored him. There'd just been a worrying feeling between them for a few days and he didn't know how to fix it.

Colson rushed through the rest of his bathing, his dick so hard he was aching. He could scent his lover stronger than the soap he used and his instincts were so tuned into the kid that after he rinsed and turned off the water he smacked into the glass in his rush to get to him. Dom giggled, the sound like a pixie he might find in the woods. Something magical he knew he'd chase forever. He couldn't help but grin as he opened the door and stepped out, trying to make himself towel off but he knew he was half-assing it. How could he not when his bitch was stroking his sweet little cock, the extra skin so enticing as it helped the glide over his tip and back down. The singer was already soaked everywhere and he was getting needy.

"Ya ain't getting in me." That felt like a bucket of cold water in his face and he dropped to his knees in front of his baby with a low whine. He couldn't help teasing him with a shake of his head, painting the boy in water droplets the same way Dom did to him after every bath. "No, you brought pickles in me 'ome. No pussy for yas."

"But I didn't-"

"You opened 'em!"

"Fair." His whole body slumped, a sadness overtaking him. What would they do then? Watch each other jack off? "At least let me take care of you? You smell so… mmm?" He didn't know what the last noise was but he he tried to wriggle between his mate's legs and of course the boy pushed him away with his foot.

"Go to bed. I'll decide wha' you get. When I get in 'ere you best be bent over the mattress."

Red eyes went wide and whether Dom meant for him to or not he turned and crawled away, the need in him making him feel more primal by the moment. Dominic almost whimpered at the way his alpha's ass swayed. The man didn't have much but he knew damn well how to work it. It took him a moment to push himself up, it was why he made Kells leave first because he wanted to seem badass and having trouble standing up felt like it ruined the picture. After a moment he grumbled to himself and Col appeared again. He didn't say anything he just pulled his boy up with his overwhelming strength and kissed him so hard and deep when he pulled away Dom was left with his gum and a rush of dizziness.

Colson grinned but left again, leaving the bathroom like he never came back and besides the shared minty taste there wouldn't be evidence that he had. He still saw his mate as his queen, that would never change. When the punk got to their room he found his man bent over the mattress like he'd been waiting there the whole time. His ass muscles clenching as he wondered what was coming for him.

Dominic was starting to realize what might be wrong between them, the way his love was clenching said a lot about where he was carrying his stress and he hadn't made love to his daddy for… too long. Way too long. It wouldn't work now though, it couldn't. "Look 'ow good you being. Such a pretty boy." He purred, an idea hitting him. It wouldn't be as good as the real thing but it would be something at least.

When Dom walked away he tried to look back, he'd hoped he could at least get a few fingers or something but now he wasn't so sure. When his boyfriend came back and showed off what he found everything in the rapper went limp and nervous. "What um… what?"

Dom grinned, sucking the dildo between his lips before he remembered he had a much better lube than spit. He put on a little show, running it down his now bare chest, even tracing his shiny nipples before he pressed it between his legs and slid it home slowly. "I can't get in you. Fuck- but I can play. You should say when you need me." He huffed, slipping the toy free with a filthy wet squelch and a snap of his gum. Col never knew how the omega made something so simple so expressive. Damn he was dripping wet and sad he couldn't take the alpha apart on his cock. This would have to do.

Kells trembled, whining low. His fingers tangled in the blanket below him and he tried so hard to relax all his muscles. He knew there was a soft mewling sound escaping him but this was the only time he allowed it. He knew his mate liked to hear him get loud and he also knew he probably would soon. He couldn't help it. "That bigger than you?"

Dom scowled, he couldn't help it, and before he used the toy for anything else he smacked it hard over the man's cute little ass. How dare he. Colson cried out, shaking harder and bucking his cock against the bed. Of course he enjoyed a dildo caning. What a perfect freak he was. "Might be a bit. You can take it." He huffed back, slapping over his cheeks again just for having to admit it. He wasn't ashamed of his size but it was frustrating lately, he couldn't see his own dick anymore. "Spread 'em pretty boy."

Kells obeyed, of course he had to and he reached back, his cheeks flushing hot when his fingertips tugged between his crease. Dom purred, teasing the tip of the purple toy against his daddy's hole. He loved the way the little pink bud tightened and relaxed as he played over it. "Momma please?" Dom choked on his spit, almost swallowing his stolen gum at those words. Col had started calling him that more and more so the twins would learn but never really in this context. It was wild the way his body reacted, his nipples tingling as milk wet them and he knew the alpha could smell it. Slick rushed between his thighs and he accidentally pushed too hard, slipping the dildo halfway inside his lover's hole.

Col made a broken noise and he buried his face in the blanket. Of course in the next moment he felt a hand in his hair, pulling him back. "Do not muffle ya'self. Mumma wants to 'ear every sound." The boy snapped and he shivered, clenching tight around the intrusion as it slipped in deeper, nailing his spot.

"Such a good boy for me. Jus' enjoy it alright? Let go." Those were the words he needed to hear and it felt like permission to melt. With the scents in his nose and the feeling of fullness he knew he wouldn't last long. Sometimes he really just needed a quick and dirty fuck to feel right again. He needed to be used.

"Please?" He begged, his hips trying to roll and the singer whined, moving the toy at a hard rushed pace. It almost felt more brutal that it was silicone instead of skin. The punk could control where it went a little better and he zeroed in on his lover's spot. He didn't even have to turn the vibration on, he could practically taste how desperate and close the alpha was already. Anything more might be too much.

Colson tried to be good and stay still but he couldn't stop his body completely and he knew it didn't matter as long as he kept moaning like a slut for his queen. He'd called himself a whore for years but he never felt so much like one as when his bitch took over and turned him into a mewling mess. He could hear a sticky wet sound join the one happening inside him and he forced his eyes open. He could barely lift his head anymore but he looked back long enough to catch his lover playing with himself. "Sit on me?" The toy froze and he bucked back hard, groaning at the pause and accidental edging.

"Wha'?"

"Sit on me? Grind on me?" He pleaded, he needed to be part of his fiancé's orgasm as well. It made everything better.

Dom arched a brow but shook his head, pushing the toy deeper and stepping back. "Get on ya back." He demanded and the rapper moved slowly, crawling into bed and laying out, whimpering the whole way. The punk followed him up, slinging a leg over Col's thigh. Of course he was worried about hurting him but his alpha was a bloody superhero. He'd be fine. His hand found its way back to the toy, surprised to find it halfway out but he remedied that and hit home quick, his hips and arm finding a rough pace together.

Kells gripped the blanket as he watched his lover grind on his thigh, his dripping folds making a mess of his skin. He wanted to help, he wanted to play with those perfect bouncing tits but he kept to himself. Dom would ask if he was allowed. He tried to keep watching as the singer stroked his own dick while Col's laid ignored and jerking a pool of precum on his belly. He'd cum anyway, it was barreling up on him way too soon.

Dominic couldn't hold his own noises back anymore, his head falling forward as he fucked his mate the only way he could. He bit his lip, trying to keep back his own pleasure but it was rapidly approaching. He was always fucking horny for the rapper. He was almost hypnotized by the sight of his lover's knot pulsing, the toy popping in and out of him. He could feel himself leaking a mess over his man.

The alpha shuddered, his sweat soaked body contorting, his muscles bunching up as he fought his pleasure back but he couldn't hold on and when his momma commanded that one simple word he broke. "Cum." Fuck did he ever. He cried out, his spine arching off the bed, white heat spilling over his inked chest and stomach but his knot ached without touch. It almost added to his rapture and when his mate shattered apart above him he reached for the boy, dragging him up to grind against his cock.

Dom squeaked at being manhandled, his hand releasing the toy fast but the feeling of his daddy spilling hot under his core was so much better and he squirmed and moaned as he gushed for him, his juices mixing with his lover's cum until they were filthy again. Exactly as they should be.

They rocked through their orgasms, twitching and writhing together until it hit an edge of overstimulation and Dom had to slide off. He helped get the dildo free before he got comfortable, panting and shaking but he could tell his boyfriend still needed something. "Come 'ere luv. You was a good boy." He rasped, letting the alpha curl against his side until they were glued together and needy lips wrapped around his nipple. "You gotta tell me. Don't torture me to get me attention." He tried to explain but he knew that was still hard. It seemed like the last hurdle between them but he understood. He still had trouble being sweet. Fuck maybe they had a few. "Love you." He soothed, his only reply was a messy choked suckle and he smiled, kissing his man's forehead. "I got you." It was something the rapper promised every day and he knew he needed to learn to return it.

Author's Note/Tags: @manicpixiedreamb0y @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @cole-way-iero28 if anyone else wants tagged let me know! Thought y'all might want a little bottom Col, hope you enjoyed 🖤

[lehdenlaulu]

Jeri Ryan? Ooh.

Frankly... I'm a little bit over this drama.

That's a bit of a fast schedule if you expect her to come over from London to Boston, Nate...

Ooh, I've heard of her.

Ooh, Eliot, looking like a shampoo commercial. 😂

Vicki Vale is appropriate, yeah. That's what she was probably going for. I think.

Busted!

Would love to have the funds to just swing by at an ex's doorstep on another continent. Or anyone's.

Earrings!

Not too big of a fan of that shot.

Or that. 🙄

I know that's what she's probably going for but still. Ugh, I forgot how much of this the late 00's still had.

If I recall right what I've heard of this character that is.

Well, that's an outfit for vent crawling.

Yeah, that probably wouldn't work anymore these days... No one bats an eye at Nazi fanboys.

Heels? Who put Parker in heels?

Sniper?? Really now.

A really bad one, apparently.

What did I just say about the shampoo commercial...

Nice aim, though, babe. At least someone has one.

They're so fun when they're in sync.

...and extra fun when they're that in sync. 😏

You're suddenly picky about who you're hitting, though? No cops, really??

And I see this time smuggling a gun into a courthouse is suddenly not so easy.

Yeah I think I see where this is going.

Thought so. That's not how color blindness is inherited, though. I should know.

Unless the late Mr. Kimball was color-blind, too.

Ah. Well done.

(Fun fact: my brothers are both color-blind, and if I had sons they would be too, but I'm not because as stated with females it would require for both of the parents to have the gene.)

Aw, I like her.

Though not the condescension to Parker. Though I guess I should extend that dislike to Sophie.

[prettyboykatsuki]

oh my god ari have you seen that post about washing bkg's hair and the shampoo coming out gray and his back being covered in tons of dead skin and your shared bed smelling like ash? i must be down SOO bad cause i thought it was cute (and i'm very picky abt smells specially on my bed what the hell). fighting the urge to bite him w all my strength rn. i Cannot be normal about him and this is your fault /pos

i have not seen the post but i would also find it so very cute </3 i know that is so sick JKDSS but i kind of like that he is grubby and grimy LMAO. somehow it's very sweet to me and makes me want to kiss heem... like sit down baby i will wash ur hair for u type thing

sorry for making u weird but it will happen again

[bitchkay]

Predicament

My hair needs doing

Right

Needs a wash and a fresh style

Need to buy shampoo and braiding hair, I have some in my stash but yall know I wear green hair I need to top up

The issue

Graduation pictures

I am in my third year and I will be graduating from this college come june

I have get grad pic done soon

I'm not one of them white girls that cam wake up in the morning and curl they hair nah this shit need to be planned out, this shit need to be scheduled, this is type 4 hair on this head

Now I was gone pop out with my star ponytails and get my hair cut this undercut getting real nappy

But if I'm getting graduation pictures I cant do that hair style, imma need this head to be in a style that can fit under a graduation cup hun

But I cant do box braids again, not yet anyway

I had braids in my highschool grad pictures, I cant be a hairstyle repeater who do you think I am

I'm nothing if not intricate with my hairstyles, imma get braids but not for this occasion okay baby

I gotta look at least a little classy, imma still have my green hair, imma still look like I spent three years in art school but imma look like a damn college graduate okay

I had a frohawk for my grade 8 too graduation, I always pop out😚

However comma

I was thinking of getting a buss down middle part green wig for my actual graduation like the ceremony

What if I just got that a little earlier for the pictures and get it reinstalled for the ceremony

HOWEVER COMMA

We low on funds baby

Wigs are expensive and imma(probably????????????) be going on a little grad trip w/ my friends and I still ain't paid my share, I still have some time before I absolutely need to but bitch the cost of my share would leave me w/ 75 cents💀💀 left over in my bank account

I do not be having the money for no wig bitch I dont be having the money to go nowhere either I might not even go tbh as much as I want too

The real problem here tho is

What the fuck do I do w my hair

I wanna do my star ponytails but I can't wear that in grad photos especially since it cant fit that comfortably under a graduation cap not to mention compared to my highschool photos it wont compare like I'm not 17 anymore you know, I'm gonna be 21 this year

My grad pictures just have to be kvnt I wont accept less

Also if I do end up braiding my hair it has to be specific like I'm actually going to be picky about that

Which would mean ordering the braiding hair online the same way I'd have to order the wig

And again a bitch does not gave money and a bitch does not have time either like I need to get these pictures done soon if I'm going to get them

I also need to apply to graduate soon--

I also should be worrying about some of my classes so that I can graduate--

ANYWAY

I don't know what to do with my hair😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

And I'm gonna stress about it😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

I'm gonna throw up all that rice if I don't get this anxiety undercontrol😣😣