#knk back again

[slowlydiving]

let's hold out hope that this is all some grave misunderstanding!1!!11!! but also it already seems official lololol 🙃🙃🙃

[harapeveco]

I’m very pro “it’s your job to block/eliminate the content you don’t like, people don’t have to do it for you, it’s not their responsibility” type of person (controversial I know) so like I don’t get mad when I see things I don’t like bc me not liking something is not another person’s problem so I won’t really fight them on it…still I can’t help the whiplash I feel every time I see a new incest fic on the knk ao3

[mcrblephantasm]

Just a small PSA:

I will follow canon/manga/original VN until the localization of the remake release of Arc being overall very much a whimsical, spoiled princess who can and will drag Shiki out on dates whether the poor man likes it or not. I won't lie and say I don't have a bias for the ship, but I know it's not everyone's cup of tea so please know that I am!! Super okay!! With Arc's feelings being one-sided!!

Please speak up if you feel I am doing forcing the ship, as it is absolutely not my intent.

[jeongin-lvr]

i have a clinical problem when it comes to dad!chan...

some call it breeding knk i call it awesomeness :>

(this is me terribly requesting some sort of fluffy of smutty dad!chan (or all members) fic ><)

spent an hour looking at Chan pics on Pinterest look what you’ve done to me cw. reader & Chan has 2 kids, breeding lol, & super fluffy.

The thing about dad! Chan is that when he fucks you he always does it with the intention of knocking you up all over again. I mean, you’ve already given him 2 perfect angels what’s the harm in one more… or two maybe? Chan’s currently aiming for 6 (audible gasp). But he’s having you bent in all kinds of positions, trying with all his might to reach the deepest parts of you, he is practically in your stomach from how far he’s reaching. Slowly pushing in and out of you, doing his best to keep control when all he wants to do is spill into you and give you another lil baby.

“Channie… f-fuck, can’t do it anymore…” You’re all dizzy as he holds your hips down, big hands pressing hard into your soft, supple flesh. You’re clawing at his chest eagerly, begging for some kind of relief.

“Yes, ya can,” Chan encourages, dropping his head on your shoulder to stare down at where two bodies connected, again and again. Entranced by the way all of him fit so snugly inside of you, so effortlessly. You whimpered softly, all sensitive from yet another oncoming orgasm, “Look at how good my baby is taking me… all pretty and eager for Channie, hm?” His Australian accent is seeping with sex, dripping from his lips like melted candy and onto your heated skin, only making you more uncontrollably horny. You’re clenching hard; the feeling of his cock dragging over your walls was dizzying, and the urge to cum was approaching fast. You needed this.

With the way Chan was grunting, though, he needed this more, “M’ gonna knock you up all over again, yeah? Make you all pretty with my baby,” Chan pants, his plump lips fast to kiss all over your face and jaw, down your neck like a canvas for him to paint. His movements are quickening now, your eyes fluttering shut with every deep push into you. You’re making the most disgusting sounds at his promises, pussy convulsing around him so hard he curses in a litany. Chan picks up the pace, the wet squelch of your bodies meeting lewd and music to his ears. You swallow hard, dry throat and wet eyes as a fat tear slid down your face. You clutched his shoulder, “Mm, Ch-Chan, you’re so—“

“Feel that? Feel how deep I am?” Chan is groaning as your pussy flutters around him, “You close, mama? Gonna take all my cum, yeah?” He’s smirking, pretty eyes falling shut as your orgasm sends him into his; his fingers dancing over to yours, lacing into them softly as your little mewls became slow breaths. His hips still, you can feel every drop of him empty into your womb, so filling and so good.

“That’s my girl,” Chan kisses your wrist, squeezing the hand he was holding in reassurance, “Pretty mama..” He’s kissing you again, down your arm, across your chest, cupping your face with his free hand and leaning in to give you the sloppiest, slow kiss of your life. Tender pace and soft lips making you whine against his lips.

“Chan… it’s too soon to be having another baby,” You spoke softly, eyes practically closed shut as you tried not to moan with the way he was stilled deep inside of you. Chan almost smiles, pressing his hands at the fat of your thighs and lifting them up, up, up until they laid beside your head, stretching you. You actually moan this time, placing your palm flat against his chest, “F…fuck, Chan.” You warned.

“Hm? M’ just making sure this takes…” He’s grinning, slithering a hand between your bodies and finding your oh-so sensitive clit. “You just look so pretty swollen with my kid,” His big arms hold your legs up as he leans forward, ghosting your lips with his, “Let me fuck a baby into you, mama. C’mon…”

You kiss back, open mouthed and messy as your hands glide up his back. It’s so slow and tedious, signaling for him to draw his hips back further, stuffing his length back into you in a tender rhythm. Your eyes began rolling back at the sound of his merciless pleas.

“Sh-shit, yes,” You pleaded, clawing into his skin roughly as your orgasm prolonged, “Channie… need it, please, please, please—“ He shut you up with another firm kiss on the mouth, his tongue exploring yours, spit leaking down the slit of your mouth lewdly as you mewled into his jaw. Chan held you down on his cock, a sudden bursting moan escaped from his throat, giving you something to swallow as his thick ropes of cum filled your aching hole. You felt full, swollen to the brim and sensitive all over. Your eyes watery, slipping down tears that stung your heated skin. Your heaving chest synced with Chan’s as he collapsed onto you, his face nuzzled into the side of your head.

You were about to speak, saying something about how he was cutting off your oxygen by the way he was laid over you, but he got up, reaching over for a small throw pillow and stuffing it under your hips, giggling to himself.

“Baby number 3, here we go…” Chan said with the dorkiest grin, you couldn’t help but grin back, rolling your eyes.

[hypothesiscosmos]

Loaded up one of the JJK x KnK comic scripts since I wanted to add something to it and I. I fucking forgot I put this down LMFAO

[alien-magnolia]

You Saved Me

Tw: logan howlett x fem!reader, domestics, description of childbirth/pregnancy, breeding knk, fem/mutant! reader, domestics, Logan being so caring <3 18+ MDNI

A/n: please support your creators and reblog if you love this content <3 xoxo, Liz

——-

You never believed in being absolutely crushed, enamored with someone just from one instance of meeting. Just from one glance. That never fell to be true. Until you met Logan.

He saved you from Striker’s Island, saved you from life in a cage, life as an experiment, carrying you off the grounds of the facility because you had a broken leg. He was so caring, so gentle, with you that day.

You sobbed as the bone in your leg bulged out, itching to relieve itself in the fresh air, away from the mess that was your thigh. “I know it hurts. Just hold on to me, yeah? Won’t let anything happen to you,” he consoles, his gruff voice and warm, heaving chest a comfort to you as the pain from your leg was asinine — slowly killing you.

He was gentle on the night you eloped, as well. The two of you fell enamored with each other in only a span of a few months. You needed each other to heal. The two of you spend some time away from the X-mansion, back in the outskirts of the Colorado mountains.

“Let me carry you over these rocks, bub. Don’t want you to strain yourself,” he chided at you, and once again, those strong, hairy arms you loved so much, picked you up as if you weighed nothing, and carried you to the edge of the cliff. “It’s beautiful here, Logan,” you exclaim in quiet awe. “It’s nice. Private,” he replies, a large hand coming to cup your face. “You saved me, bub. After losing my brother, having all these god-fuckin’ awful memories. Had so much pain,” he sighs. “I know. You’re safe now, Lo,” your hands cup his cheeks, pulling him into a slow and chaste kiss.

—-

“Can’t! Can’t take it anymore — Lo!!,” you squealed, as his broad chest pressed up against your back, all the chest hair leaving marks on your back. His large hands cradling your front, occasionally squeezing at your plush tits, his grunts animalistic. “Doing so well, sweetheart. Taking me so well. Give me one more squeeze bub, I know you can,” he reassures, as you feel like you’re about to explode from his thick, eight inch cock ramming into you, over and over.

You’re in complete bliss as you feel his seed seeping into you. You were fertile. You were his. His claws come out as he finishes, almost touching your neck. He pulled them back quickly, checking if you were okay. “Love you so much, sweetheart. You’re my moon, I’m your Wolverine,” he whispers, as he rolls you over onto your back, wiping you with a towel. He lays down next to you, cradling you on his big chest, in an almost paternal way.

You were safe, you were loved.

He continued being the softest, gentle, man that he could be, with you. Even when the both of you returned to the Mansion. He would constantly check in on you if you were teaching class, advising the students of how you gained control of your telepathy. He would always make sure you went to bed at a reasonable time, and that you wouldn’t over exert yourself while teaching.

His love and care for you was innately fierce, and it grew even more fervorous when you told him you were pregnant. You’ve never seen the man so happy.

He was insanely protective over you. He was your shadow, always around where you were. If another at the mansion even so simply looked at you, he would get defensive. “We got a problem here?,” he would ask, claws slowly inching out. They would shake their head quickly and walk away.

He would hold back your hair as you had morning sickness, constantly ill. He would tell you everything would be okay, as you gained a bit of weight, as your hormones raged out of control.

“What do you need, bub? Water? I can make you somethin’ to eat too, don’t hold out on me, now,” he asks, as he walks into your kitchen after a long day of working with Charles on a new project. You sniffle, “I never knew pregnancy would be this hard, Lo. I’m losing it.” “Hey. You’re still my moon, y’ know. You saved me, sweetheart. Still love ya just the same, even if you’re all heavy with my kid. It’s a new life we made,” he reassures, bringing you in to the safe haven of his chest again. You smile warmly, as he continues to hold you.

He was there with you for the birth. You were in so much pain, and he held you — every step of the way. When the infant was finally out, the three of you spent hours just laying together, having skin to skin contact. “My moon. Did so well f’me, sweetheart,” he tells you, as you have your infant laying on his chest, and your fingers gently touch his beard.

He saved you, after all.

A/n: I want this man in a very bad way, a very, very, very, very bad way. Screaming. References here are from original X men movie and X men origins: Wolverine.

[n3ptoonz]

Ok ok ok we got the boys getting walked in on soooo what if Earthrealm boys walked in on US?

i knew somebody would have this idea 😈 REVERSE REVERSE 🔄

these are gonna be drabbles instead of bullet points

implied scent knk mention, sphinx can't stick to a theme to save her life

Scorpion

Kuai Liang was shocked at first, but quickly understood. He's gone a lot and knows that. He's not upset at all by this, what gets the job done in his absence is what he roots for, but he'd still rather be the one making you sound like that. Lowkey is impressed with how well you must've been going at it too. 'Have I ever made them sound like that...? Hold up-' he thinks. Once you see him and are like woahh when did you get here he's like "Curiosity got the best of me, I'd like to help if you'll have me." as if you weren't already jumping on him before he finished his sentence.

Sub-Zero

"You just couldn't wait, could you?" Bi-Han said, standing over you. You jumped at the sight of him looming over your almost fucked-out glow from your own hands and splayed out on the couch; just how the fuck was he so quiet?! As you nervously try to explain, thinking he's actually upset at you, he interrupted you again by grumbling and picking you up to properly escort you to your shared bedroom. He laid you down and got on top of you, pressing himself between your legs. "I'm not angry with you. I just wish you had waited." he said before letting himself hang free. "But I don't mind finishing the job."

Kenshi Takahashi

When Kenshi checked out where the noise was coming from, he caught you grinding against a lounge pillow with his shirt over your nose. Once your eyes opened and saw him standing in the doorway half shocked half into it, you kicked the pillow off the bed and sat up. "No, no, please, don't let me interrupt." he teased half jokingly. Honestly he could see himself encouraging the concept. He has many duties to attend to, so who would he be to tell you not to tend to yourself? He walked further into the room with a more serious look on his face, he really wanted to apologize he couldn't always be there, but since he was now there's nothing stopping him from helping his lover out.

Smoke

Tomas was beyond flustered. He planned to come over to your place and cook together to make up for lost time since he's often very busy. He had a key to your house so he naturally just walked in, set his stuff down, and went to go find you. "Hey, you ready to cook-" cue a Disney studio audience gasp. After like a full 60 seconds of him stuttering over his words he apologized many times before you stopped him. You offered for him to help you out, and now he was pushing down his own immediate boner, but a simple 'yes' sealed the deal for the both of you.

Johnny Cage

This sexy fucking prick. Unbeknownst to you Johnny just sat and watched from the door of your bedroom, truly fascinated by how needy you were for him. Before you could even reach a semblance of climax, here he waltzed in all smug, "11 times." he said. You gasped and threw the covers over yourself, asking what the hell he's on about now (you're used to him popping up unannounced). "You said my name 11 times, new record babe." He knew your next remark would either be witty or frustrated, so he spoke again. "Ah, ah, ah, let's make it 20."

Kung Lao

Kung Lao is also another sexy fucking prick, but a little worse. You have been walked in on before but not thwacking the noodle or flicking the bean, something less crazy like changing, and yet he still was a teaser. You recalled if he was coming over today and reached the conclusion that he would have no reason to, so you got to work. Silly silly you, Johnny and Lao are known for showing up out of nowhere, you knew that! So there you were doing your thing, and boom, Kung Lao pulled up and caught you by accident. He had no regrets though, all you saw looking at you was a smirk, clear idea on his face, and his signature dimples smiling back.

Raiden

Look guys idgaf what anybody feels or says, I can say he's baby while also knowing a lot, obviously. Raiden is a grown ass man with a dick and balls, but he's never walked in on someone before. Me personally I believe he'd be in shock, and he was. Why? Not only because he walked in on AND interrupted your own time, but you were whispering and moaning his name too. Like Smoke he'd be shifting where he stood trying to control his aching boner, but surely once you gave him the okay to enter your room, hell, even touch you? Game fucking on. He's still nervous but wouldn't let that stop him!

Liu Kang

Liu Kang may be a God, but obviously he cannot tell the future. He just created the world and tried to maintain peace as much as he could. He can predict things, and that included what you were doing while he wasn't there. He figured with how much he was gone it wouldn't be surprising if you took matters into your own hands, and he was right. He slowly rounded the corner to the sight of you using some kind of toy and muttering incoherent words that lead to his name somewhere in there, but it didn't bother him. In fact, when he made his presence known he offered to help including the toy if you wanted.

Geras

Lowkey I don't think Geras would know what to do. He doesn't interact with mortals much technically outside of Liu. So like, if you were waiting for him back at his chambers especially when he took so long to come back due to business, he'd be stuck in his tracks. He'd say there's no need to apologize but rather explain your desire to him so he could fulfill whatever void was left in his absence. I feel like he'd be reassuring too if you were embarrassed and happily make your wishes his command.

a/n: OKKAAAYYYYY i got this out FUCK writers block and periods and life IS A BITCH and ik i recycle the same stuff but like hey, it works🥱

[zolaniii1]

Long day

(Inspo)

Praise knk go purrrr

And sometimes being a good domme is know when your sub had a bad day where absolutely everything went wrong. They got in trouble at work, dropped their lunch, lost their walet and wasnt able to hear from you all day which was the icing on the shit cake.

And sometimes all they need is to just please you just to hear the praise just to know theyre doing something right but a bit of comfort too.

And sometimes you let them lay with you sucking wildly on your breast moaning with their eyes rolling back at the way you caress their head closer muffling the sounds of your moans as they finger your pussy spreading the lips to get more access only to go back to your clit and rubbing until you cum delaying their own pleasure just hoping once youll call them a “good boy” its all the praise they need. “Does it feel good” theyll whine into your breast but its completely muffled since they just cant remove their mouths.

“please mommy tell me im doing a good job” They dont care how long they have to finger fuck you either theyve been hard and rutting into the mattress this whole time anyway.

and sometimes they start to get feral for praise holding you tighter to them, skin to skin pushing their fingers deeper into you loving the way you clench on their fingers the sticky wetness coating them it means theyre doing good and making mommy feel good but they still have their mouth on your breast and might forgot to move their fingers the minute you stroke their hair.

“such a good boy for me baby” tumbles out of your mouth and its like they can breathe a little bit again their fingers gain a new energy to return back to fucking you anything to hear that again.

@dontmindme3 💖

[mako-neexu]

things that could happen in monte cristo valentines:

-haydee and guda again with the anata/watashi -brewing coffee (could be same...maybe different?) coupled with a dessert this time having symbolisms AGAIN of how much they mean to him istfg -FUCKING BEDROOM VOICE THAT WILL SOFTLY ANNIHILATE MY EARS -another "light my cigarette" scene (perhaps, a variation of the scenario that could end us all) -going back to pseudo-tokyo for a date? www -LINK LOST other-self perhaps could be involved? (as shadow maybe) -another mention of guda being his star (<- will absolutely tear me to pieces) -going back to the apartment complex from knk event to look back at some memories? -fgo literally requiring you to clear Id chapter ofc

[cosmichorrorsarestillnicerthanme]

Hello again, 2 months have passed since I made that commission and today I come to ask for another of the same characters (Yes, sorry xd). Headcannons for Morgan, Sith, Melusine and Barghest with a depressed Master, how would they react to this and how would they help him.(Oh and one question, apart from Fate, would you make commissions related to other Type-Moon franchises? (Tsuhikime, Mahoyo and Knk) because I'm interested in ordering something related to Shiki (R), Arcueid and Aoko, Thanks)

(I will take literally any excuse to write for the Fae, especially Barghest and Baobhan Sith, and sorry that it took so long to get this back to you, I was trying to decide if I should go off my own experiences with Depression or if I should base it around a more… I dunno generalized(?) version of it, oh and to answer your question, I’d be more than open to writing for other Type Moon franchises! Also I couldn't find any good images for everyone sorry!)

Morgan Le Fay

Morgan Le Fay, the queen of all Fae-kind is many things.

A woman who provides the image of someone who is unshakeable and unbreaking.

A woman who has to do so, because that is what is expected of a monarch.

A woman who takes everything vulnerable about her and locks it away from even those closest to her.

Then you called her forward.

Someone who could manage to slip into the box where she keeps her weakness, wounds, and insecurities hidden.

Someone who could see past the masks she wears.

Someone who can hold her and say “It’s okay, it’ll all be okay.” and she’ll believe it.

But one day, she noticed something different about you.

How there was a lack of… fire in your eye.

How you spent more and more time alone, and what time you didn’t spend alone was spent almost entirely with her.

How you lacked energy.

How you seemed subdued.

How you tried to avoid people.

And one day.

How you just broke down as you were sitting down and doing nothing.

In that moment, all of her composure, all of her masks broke like glass.

And not knowing what else to do, she did what you would do when she would do the same.

She was crying while doing so, she was crying as she held you and told you “It’s okay, It’ll all be okay.”

And despite how her words lacked almost all of her usual power behind them, you believed her.

Because Morgan Le Fay is many things.

Your Queen.

Your servant.

The woman who loves you.

The woman you fell in love with.

And the woman who will do anything to repay the kindness you offered to her when you slipped past her guard and into her heart.

Just so she can continue to see your smile.

Baobhan Sith

Baobhan Sith is the most stubborn person you will ever meet.

In a way that’s part of her charm.

It’s also one of the worst things about her.

She will never admit when she needs help.

No matter how heavy the pressure placed upon her is.

No matter how much strain is placed on her.

She is the future queen after all, she has to be strong.

But her refusal to let anyone in will come back to bite her.

Or it would’ve if someone just as stubborn as her didn’t summon her one day and decide to break through her shell.

Needless to say it took quite a while to get through to her.

But when you did, Baobhan found the world was a much easier place to live in.

Having someone she can trust with everything.

It was liberating to her, not having to hold everything in.

So when she started to notice you holding things in from her she would not stand for it.

She forced her way in, just like you did for her.

Regardless of what you said to her she knew what was lies and what was truth.

And until you and her both left everything bare for each other to see.

She wouldn’t stop. 

Melusine

Melusine is a loner.

She never really vibed with others.

Always on a slightly off wavelength to everyone else.

Perhaps it was because she was a dragon.

Or maybe it was just how she was.

But to connect with another, that was something Melusine desired more than anything.

To have someone willingly share their warmth.

To have a partner who would listen as she gushed about the things she loved, the things she hated, everything.

To have a partner she would listen to as they gushed about the things they loved, the things they hated, everything.

But a desire was all it was.

At least until she met you.

Because when she met you, got to know you, got to see what made you tick.

She knew she had found the partner in crime she had been looking for.

And she also knows when something is wrong with her partner.

Barghest

Barghest is someone who fears getting close to people.

It is something that she has spent her entire life as a Fae Knight avoiding.

Despite her inherent desire to have a group she can lean on and a group who can lean on her.

Eventually she learned to allow the other knights in to a degree but not in the same way she craved to do so with another.

To have a home in someone’s heart and to give someone a home in her heart.

To have someone who she can cook for and to have someone who will cook for her.

To have someone who she can care for and to have someone who can care for her.

It was a hopless dream for a knight like her to have, but still it was a dream she cherished.

Yet one day by sheer luck she happened to meet a certain someone who managed to grab her attention.

You.

You were someone quite interesting to Barghest.

And eventually that interest turned to something more.

To something where she wanted to share in her dream with you.

To something where she wanted to share her heart with you.

And when your heart aches, when you are shaken and the darkness of the world begins to crush you.

Know that you will always have not only one of the Fae Knights, not just a member of the Fang Clan, but someone who you share your heart with and someone you can lean upon no matter what.

Oh and if you even try to think of standing alone, know that Barghest will refuse to allow that to happen.

It is in her nature after all.

[hockeynoses]

what spring does

Summary: Ste/ddie snz fic!  It’s been a long winter and spring is finally here. Eddie’s in the house working on music while Steve is out working in the yard. Steve purposefully forgets to take his allergy meds.

Rating: PG-13. I was gonna take this further but I’m too lazy. 600 words.

Notes: Written for an Anon ask: “more sneezing steve with a knk eddie fic? maybe this time they’re in the privacy of their own home and there’s no holding back?” Sorry I didn’t get to any actual fuckin’. This is already a shortened version of the fic because I was too unmotivated to clean the whole thing up. It’s almost more fluffy than horny, but maybe one day I’ll write a part 2. I meant to post this in the actual spring, but never got around to it!

The title is from Pa/blo Ner/uda. 🌺 "I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees." I think it’s a gorgeous line that also happens to be a bit fetish-y.

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“Lots of pollen out there?” Eddie asks casually, stepping into the kitchen and leaning against the counter. He keeps his arms crossed and tells himself not to get grabby.

Steve gives a pointed sniff, dragging a finger under his nose. “Lots,” he says, as Eddie’s eyes track the movement.

“Hmm, spring’ll do that. But the flowers are going to be so pretty,” he says playfully, dimples pressing into his cheeks. His eyes rake over Steve’s frame – the corded muscle of his arms, slick with sweat. The way his long fingers are still rubbing at his pink, freckled nose. “Hey,” Eddie taps Steve’s calf with his foot, “Flex for me, big boy. I wanna see those muscles you been workin’ on.”

Steve huffs a laugh and rolls his eyes, but there’s the slightest flush to his cheeks as he acquiesces, curling his arm up until his bicep bulges in a way he’ll admit he’s pretty proud of.

“Oh yeah, that’s the stuff.” Eddie smirks and waggles his eyebrows.

Steve’s answering laugh is cut short by a hitch in his breath - “Heh…ihh-” He squints up at the light beaming through the kitchen windows, overtaken by a “hih-AEESSHHoo!” that he buries into the elbow of the arm he’d just been flexing. He stills for a moment, blinking in the crook of his arm before pulling up with a little, “Whew!” as he shakes his head, dazed by the strength of the sneeze.

It sends an electric jolt of arousal straight to Eddie’s core, and he can’t control the giddy excitement that floods through him.

“Jesus, you’re gonna kill me.” Eddie stares at Steve, his eyes heavy-lidded as they greedily take in every detail. “Did you take your meds?”

“No…” Steve glances at him to watch his reaction.

Eddie’s eyebrows practically disappear into his bangs. “Oh really? Any particular reason?”

Steve’s eyelids flutter and he pitches forward again. “hih’IISHH’iue! Ugh.” He sniffs, lightheaded. “I ju-uuust - hih’KXXT! gshHT’CHHuh!”

“Is it my fucking birthday and I forgot?” says Eddie, his smile reaching his big eyes. Warmth blooms inside him, his head going all floaty in the best way.

Steve laughs, shaking his head and straightening up. “I just wanted to mbake the mbost of it.” He waves a hand at the window and the invisible pollen that Eddie was seriously going to have to dedicate a song to at this point. “I know you’ve been going crazy with all this gloomby weather and thought you deserved a pick-mbe-up.”

Eddie stares at him for a moment, taking in this marvel of a man. He can hardly believe his luck.

“Oh, I’ll pick you up, alright!” Eddie says with a manic grin before springing into action. With a burst of frenetic energy, he gets his arms under Steve’s ass and hefts him up a foot or two in the air. Laughing, Steve steadies himself by digging his hands into Eddie’s shoulders.  Eddie clambers as gracefully as he can to their room. He can feel Steve’s chest expand against him, drawing in a sudden, shaky breath. Steve’s fingers dig further into Eddie where he’s gripping him for purchase, powerless to cover a spraying “iihh-KSHH!  ah…hah’IITCHuh!” that mists the air behind them.

Eddie squeezes his ass in response, his own dick twitching in his sweatpants. When he reaches their bed, he deposits Steve onto it with a grunt before climbing on top of him.

As ever, Steve surprises him - the world spins in a blur of color and Eddie finds himself flat on his back, pressed into the cotton sheets, Steve straddling his hips. Breathless, he looks up at Steve with stars in his eyes. He’s never going to take this man for granted, ever.

[harapeveco]

Oks besties here’s is Harapeveco with a new discovery! So you know how Daiki Yamashita (voice of deku) voices Tobi in both the Zingai app and the knk manga trailer right? Weeeeeeeeeeell I just so happened to find his YouTube channel where he sings he legit has music videos and everything so like you know where I’m getting at

[asterlae]

So im finally back home and i was in the middle of drawing them when i got to giving a mouth to buchi, and remembered that not only he has asthma but he also smokes, and that made me just sit there, thinking like damn, theres so many things about him that are autodestructive

i also have been thinking about the timeline and the one that convinces me the most is:

HTEL the novel → Kara no kioku → insomnia → HTEL mv → Fight song MV → sayonara

im still not very convinced but like, the htel novel its definitely the first thing to happen, i feel like kara no kioku its the next one since tobi there doesnt have the piercings, it could have happened after insomnia, but for some reason i feel like kara no kioku its what happens before that

then we would have insomnia, since the tobi there doesnt have the piercings and also has the same outfit as the one for the HTEL mv, then HTEL and Fight song would take place, before, i thought insomnia happened after HTEL but then i thought that it would make more sense that htel and fight song would be very close in the timeline, since ryuuko comes from tobi eating the dragon. And then we would have sayonara end roll

As i said kara no kioku could happen around the months between insomnia and sayonara but: 1. i feel like htel mv implies that tobi had been searching for he dragon for a relatively long time and i have a theory for the why but i would have to read the aviable chapters for knk and the novel again, but like htel mv feels like a mission that takes some time from him and its also very personal. My second reason its that knk's tobi feels rather young, like at least younger by a year or two to fight song's tobi, so yeah, maybe im wrong

But im still not very sure of this bc... im almost a 100 percent sure that ryuuko the dragon kind of zingai girl its closely related to ryuuko shiratama, the girl from the novel, like not only the name its the same but ryuuko's dragon apearence its very similar to the zingai of ryuuko shiratam, like a bigger and longer version, and before i was sure the the novel happened shortly before the mv...

but the timeline im thinking of sugest that there were at least 3 year between the novel and the MV which in turn would mean that tobi met buchi in that time, since it is havely implied (if not directly said) that ryuuko shiratama its tobis first friend. But i guess those years would explain the whole lore showed during fight song for the dragon girl

i also think the tobi meeting buchi happens before knk

[nasuversekinkmeme]

AZAKA HOLMES AND THE PERILOUS PEGGING OF MIKIYA KOKUTOU

Fill for the “A whodunit on who pegged Mikiya” and “I feel like Azaka/[Ryougi] Shiki has comedy potential, whether or not Mikiya is involved” prompts. Needless to say, crack fic ahead. Also, the Shiki here it’s Shiki Ryougi, not SHIKI Ryougi. It’s just that the fill is using the format of the SCP wiki’s Murphy Law stories, which uses capitalized character names.

This one has a bit of a weird story. I submitted it earlier but forgot to do it while being logged off Tumblr so I requested the mod to take it down since I’d rather do these anonymously. As a “thank you” to the mod, I improved the fill a bit, mostly on the ending. The old version ended up revealing that Mikiya had just tripped on a floorboard. The new version was actually the first idea for the ending, but it was scrapped since it involved forced pegging, which is kinda rape and that’s something I really don’t want to write. However, I managed to find a fix to this and now the new-original ending is back, in all of it’s cracky glory.

You will never guess who the culprit is.

[AZAKA HOLMES AND THE PERILOUS PEGGING OF MIKIYA KOKUTOU]

FADE INThe scene is set up at the Garan no Dou office. MIKIYA is lying on the floor, mumbling something incomprehensible with a remarkably stupid face. SHIKI and AZAKA watch with a worried look. TOUKO is too busy smoking and reading important-looking papers.

AZAKA: Good buddhist heavens! What happened to you?

MIKIYA: …my gluteus maximus… the sensation is… holy cow the pain…

MIKIYA faints. AZAKA covers her mouth in horror.

AZAKA: Oh no… no… the shock… the physical damage… this can only mean one thing… 

he’s been… pegged.

A dramatic music sting plays.

SHIKI: doesn’t look too bad, maybe he could just use some rest?

AZAKA looks at SHIKI with a surprised look.

AZAKA: …you know what pegging is, right?

SHIKI: Some western dining tradition?

AZAKA looks at SHIKI in sheer disbelief. She turns around to face TOUKO.

TOUKO: If you want to tell her, you’re on your own.

AZAKA looks at SHIKI again, and opens her mouth.

SCENE CHANGEThe scene is set in the Garan no Dou office, except the place is covered in slash marks. AZAKA and TOUKO are hiding in strange humanoid metal contraptions. SHIKI is disheveled and breathing heavily while holding a knife. MIKIYA is still on the floor, now asleep.

TOUKO: …I told you the Nokia phone body armors weren’t a waste of money.

TOUKO takes off her armor and resumes sitting on her desk, doing unspecified but surely 

important work. AZAKA also removes her gear and approaches SHIKI.

AZAKA: …have you calmed down now?

SHIKI: Only externally. I’m going to find out who did… that thing to him, and kill them.

A dramatic music sting plays.

AZAKA: No, we are going to find out. Your usual method of “stabbing the problem” won’t work if we don’t know what the problem is.

The camera focuses on AZAKA, who stares at the audience.

AZAKA: (whispering) Besides, I’ll get to prove to Mikiya that I’m a much suitable partner than Miss Giant Enemy Crab Vision there by virtue of rationality.

SHIKI: …just because the camera is focusing on you doesn’t mean I can’t hear you.

AZAKA: There’s no time! Think! What kind of degenerate monster could possibly do this?

SHIKI points at a trail of bloody footprints coming from Mikiya’s sleeping form, which lead to a broken window in the office.

SHIKI: someone crazy enough to jump from the third floor.

AZAKA: Let’s think… our suspect must be someone with an unhealthy attachment towards Mikiya…

TOUKO: That pretty much includes every girl in this show except me.

AZAKA: …and enough agility to survive a 3-floor fall… I believe I know who could be…

SCENE CHANGEThe scene is set up in a dimly lit alleyway with the usual KnK chiaroscuro style. Which pretty much means any alleyway in Mifune city.

SHIKI: You sure this is the right place?

AZAKA: Yes. I don’t know what exactly, but something tells me he is here.

SHIKI and AZAKA walk into a menacing vacant building. The camera scrolls up to reveal a neon sign displaying the text “UNCLE SHIRAZUMI’S UTTERLY AWESOME AND DEFINITELY LEGAL DRUG EMPORIUM (please don’t come with the police)”.

SHIKI and AZAKA walk inside the building, revealing an expectable dimly lit interior. LIO is seen sorting some boxes. He turns around and jumps at the sight of the two clearly mentally stable girls.

LIO: OH SH…! Nothing to see here! Just… selling drugs and… stalking someone who is totally not in this room with me at this very instant while I say these very words!

AZAKA: Cut the chatter, you girly junkie werewolf-wannabe! Today you pay for your crime!

LIO looks at AZAKA in confusion.

LIO: …which one?

SHIKI: Can we get to the part where I kill him?

AZAKA walks up to LIO and grabs him by his shirt’s collar.

AZAKA: Don’t play silly with me, you walking definition of degeneracy!

LIO: …at least I’m not into incest…

AZAKA punches LIO in the face.

SHIKI: …gotta say, that was a pretty good punch.

AZAKA: Thanks! Your history speaks for yourself, Shirazumi! Drug dealing! Cannibalism! Voyeurism! Staking Shiki! Listening to nightcore!

SHIKI: Wait what?

AZAKA: Once a scum, always a scum. Now, talk. Why did you peg Mikiya?

LIO: WHAT! Look, I may be a crazy cannibal, but I got limits! Besides, who knows what magic hazards Touko has set up for intruders at your lair!

SHIKI loses interest and goes outside.

AZAKA: Denying the crime, aren’t we?

AZAKA throws LIO into the floor, and walks to a door that seems suspicious because it’s the one that is closer to her.

AZAKA: bet you are keeping pictures and recordings of your despicable actions in there!

LIO: NO! DON’T OPEN THAT DOOR!

AZAKA opens the door. She enters a dark storage room. AZAKA turns on the lights, revealing industrial amounts of Shiki Ryougi doujins, perfectly organized in racks. AZAKA’s jaw drops to whatever the actress can manage without requiring medical attention after filming. LIO enters the room, shaking in fear.

LIO: …please don’t tell her…

AZAKA: I won’t. Not because I care about you, but because I’m scared of the possible consequences of telling her.

LIO: Look, I did not do anything degenerate towards Mikiya… today. I was sorting these for hours.

AZAKA sighs and leaves through the door. The camera focuses on the door for a while. 

AZAKA quietly returns.

AZAKA: …do you have any lesbian orgy ones?

LIO: Sorry, I sold the only one today.

SCENE CHANGE

The scene is set in the halls of Reien Girl’s Academy, where the yuri is abundant and holy. AZAKA and SHIKI walk through the halls, the former seemingly performing deep mental calculations.

AZAKA: With Shirazumi ruled out, we need to find someone else with an affinity for blood and Mikiya…

SHIKI points at herself.

AZAKA: …besides you, I mean. And I believe here we can find the next prime suspect!

AZAKA kicks open a door, revealing a regular student room. FUJINO is in said room, and is visibly distraught by the appearance of our excessively lethal defenders of what they think it’s right.

AZAKA: Game Over, Miss “Hey Roger, what do you call the middle of a song?”! We have come for you!

FUJINO looks at SHIKI, screams in terror and hides under the bed.

FUJINO: PLEASE NO!!! I HAVEN’T DONE ANYTHING MURDEROUS! DON’T TAKE ME AWAY, KNIFE DEVIL!

SHIKI: …what the hell is up with you?

AZAKA: Maybe you scared her a bit during your fight?

SHIKI: But I did spare her…

AZAKA: …after beating her up enough that she telekinetically destroyed a bridge out of desperation?

SHIKI: Ok, whose side are you on here?

FUJINO: …please be on my side…

SHIKI walks closer to FUJINO, who screams in terror again and proceeds to hold a crucifix between her and SHIKI

FUJINO: WESTERN BUDDHA HELP ME!

SHIKI: I’ll make it easy for the two of us. Did you peg Mikiya?

FUJINO drops the crucifix.

FUJINO: …no?

SHIKI: Well, our job is done here.

SCENE CHANGE

SHIKI and AZAKA walk through the hallways of the Mifune City hospital.

SHIKI: Why are we here?

AZAKA: With the telekinetic psychic and the crossdresser in the clear, there’s only one possible suspect left…

AZAKA kicks a door open. The camera switches to a hospital room. KIRIE is laying in bed, and looks at the general direction of our heroines of subjective justice.

KIRIE: You could have knocked…?

SHIKI: It would have taken at least two minutes for you to get in your wheelchair and open the door.

KIRIE: …good point…

SHIKI: Although, to be fair, Azaka has a weird thing against doors today.

AZAKA quickie rushes towards KIRIE, and grabs her by the collar.

AZAKA: Your days are numbered, you Stand User wannabe!

KIRIE: …they already are… you know, terminal illness and…

AZAKA: We have no time to hear the excuses of criminals!

KIRIE covers her face and trembles.

KIRIE: …I’m sorry… those girls… I didn’t know what I was doing… and I… made them jump…

AZAKA: Who cares about your gravitational conga line? This is about you pegging Mikiya!

KIRIE: …I didn’t do that!

AZAKA: That’s what a criminal mastermind would say!

SHIKI: She doesn’t look very “criminal” to me… more like pathetic, actually.

KIRIE: I didn’t do that! I couldn’t bring myself to even hurt Mikiya… beyond accidental soul-sealing…

SHIKI: …besides, don’t you need a physical body for pegging?

AZAKA lets go of KIRIE. A frustrated look can be seen on her face.

AZAKA: Damn it! I was sure it was her!

SHIKI: Doubt it. She can barely do anything but whine. Let’s go home, I don’t have the time for weak people.

Suddenly, a pillow is thrown at SHIKI’s face with surprising force. KIRIE stands up on her bed with an atypical furious look. AZAKA stared in disbelief.

KIRIE: WEAK? YOU THINK YOU ARE SO STRONG AND HAVE RIGHT TO BE A GLOOMY BORDERLINE PSYCHO TO EVERYONE BESIDES MIKIYA BECAUSE YOU LOST ONE PERSON CLOSE TO YOU AND SPENT TWO YEARS IN A COMA! I LOST ALL OF MY FAMILY AND ROTTED ALIVE HERE FOR TEN YEARS! THE IDEA OF MIKIYA TAKING CARE OF ME WAS THE ONLY THING THAT KEPT ME GOING! BUT NO, HE HAS TO BE ALL YOURS! YOU KNOW WHAT YOU ARE? A FUCKING SHELTERED CHILD WHO HAPPENS TO BE GOOD AT STABBING THINGS!

KIRIE drops down to her bed, breathing heavily. SHIKI drops her knife and leaves the room with a shocked expression.

AZAKA: …holy shit.

SCENE CHANGESHIKI and AZAKA wander through a street. The Garan no Dou building can be seen in the background.

AZAKA: Damn it! We failed!

SHIKI: I can guard Mikiya and kill the pegger if they appear again.

AZAKA: And take all the credit again! …but it’s the correct solution. (Sighs) Let’s go home.

AZAKA walks towards a building with a broken window.

SHIKI: Where are you going?

AZAKA: To the Garan no Dou office?

SHIKI: That’s the building across the street…

AZAKA: Then why is the third floor’s window broken?

AZAKA notices a trail of bloody footprints leading from the Garan no Dou building to the building across the street. AZAKA and SHIKI look at each other.

SCENE CHANGE

The scene is set at an abandoned music school which happens to be right next to the Garan no Dou office. AZAKA and SHIKI wander through the empty rooms.

AZAKA: This doesn’t make any sense… If all of Araya’s unpaid interns are innocent, who could be insane enough to assault Mikiya, survive a third floor fall, leave a trail of blood and then jump to the third floor?

SHIKI: No point in thinking, we are going to find out.

AZAKA’s expression changes from detective in deep detective-ish thinking to concern.

AZAKA: Oh no… no… no… Sweet mother of crack fic plot twists, NO.

SHIKI: …what?

AZAKA: It can’t be. She fits the criteria, but… no! No one remembers Final Record/Garden of Oblivion. There’s no way it’s her. She was just a cameo! As a freaking corpse!

MYSTERIOUS FEMALE VOICE: Azaka, Azaka, Azaka… this is Type-Moon. Any vague connection can be important! And now, after an unnecessarily long wait, I got you right where I wanted!

A mysterious female character steps out from the shadows, clad in a bloody wedding dress. The unknown girl has long black hair and clearly-evil golden eyes, and an expression that makes Lio Shirazumi look like the epitome of normality.

AZAKA: NO FRICKING-FREAKING WAY!!! You were just a cameo in a bonus chapter that wasn’t even animated, Kanata Ishizue! And your home series, D.D.D., is deader than Portal 3!

KANATA: rubbing salt in the wound, aren’t we? VERY WELL, HAVE IT AT YOU!!!

KANATA walks closer to AZAKA. SHIKI does not care.

KANATA: Let me tell you something, from imouto to imouto… (whispering) I actually got my onii-chan’s meat inside me… by virtue of cannibalism.

AZAKA gasps in the most exaggerated manner the actress can manage without needing medical attention after filming.

SHIKI: Cut the meta crap. Why did you peg Mikiya?

KANATA: Whoa there, pegging? I may be a crazy cannibal, but I got limits! I just slapped him in the butt to piss YOU off! 

AZAKA: You slapped him with enough force to cause bleeding!?

KANATA: I DO EVERYTHING ON INTENSE INTENSITY! FULL FORCE! 100% MAXIMUM NO CHILL!

SHIKI: What is your problem? Why would you even want to get me pissed off?

KANATA: Oh, you want expository dialogue don’t you? FINE! It’s all because of Final Record! I was robbed of the mother of all showdowns, and I’m taking it back! Being in development hell limbo for almost two decades has given me time to think! To analyze all of your movements! After years of research, I finally found out all I needed to pick a fight with you was doing any form of harm to Mr. Nice Guy Turd!

AZAKA: It took you years to figure that out?

SHIKI: And why didn’t you just wait for us instead of making us waste time on investigation?

KANATA: Huh, I could swear I left a note near Mr. Harem Devil… Oh, forget it. ENOUGH TALK! The time has come! Shiki Ryougi, I challenge you! Today, the one-hit-kill tomboy OC meets the SCP-682 imouto! The Void faces Eternity! This fight shall be so glorious that all records of it will be rated S, because that’s higher than R! This is the ULTIMATE. SHOWDOWN. OF. ULTIMATE. DESTINY.

KANATA lifts a piano with one hand, and proceeds to play a boss theme with the other.

SHIKI: …pianos are not an officially recognized melee weapon.

KANATA: Your face is not an officially recognized melee weapon!

SHIKI: That’s it, I’m killing you.

AZAKA: Well fuck.

SHIKI and KANATA charge at each other. The moment the former’s blade meets the later, the movie freezes. After a second a message appears.

ROOT.OS

WARNING!!!: IncomaptibleHaxError

The system is unable to handle an instant deletion ability hitting and endless regeneration-adaptation ability. Please turn off your timeline, reboot from BIOS and load the latest security copy.

THE ENDA MUSHROOM YAKUZA PRODUCTIONSTARRINGSHIKI RYOUGI as THE ANIME HASH SLINGING SLASHER

AZAKA KOKUTOU as INCESTUOUS SHERLOCK

MIKIYA KOKUTOU as SERIOUSLY WHY IS EVERYONE IS THIS DAMN SHOW IN LOVE 

WITH HIM IS HE SOME SORT OF PLATONIC INCUBUS

LIO SHIRAZUMI as RESPECTFUL BUSINESS OWNER

KIRIE FUJOU as ACTUALLY GETS TO TO SOMETHING BESIDES SUFFERING

FUJINO ASAGAMI as REAL CIVIL ENGINEER’S WORST NIGHTMARE

TOUKO AOZAKI as HERSELF

KANATA ISHIZUE as FINALLY A WORTHY OPPONENT, OUR BATTLE WILL BE LEGENDARY

No doors or timelines were harmed during the making of this movie.

AFTER CREDITS SCENEWe see TOUKO pick up a note left by KANATA challenging SHIKI, and burn it with magic. 

The scene cuts to SHIKI and AZAKA leaving while MIKIYA drags himself to the infirmary. 

TOUKO inspects the room.

TOUKO: …all alone.

TOUKO walks to a safe and opens it, revealing a lesbian orgy doujin starring Shiki Ryougi. She begins to read it.

TOUKO: …worth every penny.

[alien-magnolia]

Smell

Tw: lots of SMUT little plot, dom!coded Logan and sub-coded/fem!reader, SIZEknk, primal!, ovulation and Logan’s sense of smell, possessive Logan, breeding!knk, Logan is rough!!

18+ MDNI

A/n: I want him so bad. Pls reblog if you like <3 xoxo, Liz

It’s been a long day for the both of you. Charles had wanted the two of you to tag along on a mission to Eastern Europe, bringing a supposedly dangerous mutant who planned to wreak havoc back to the mansion. It was a large effort bringing him back, yet you all did it.

It was your favorite moment of the day, as if right now. You and Logan got to retire to your shared quarters, and relax for a good day or more. You loved spending time with him, especially after a long day — when both of your frustrations needed to be let out.

He unlocks the door, lighting a cigar as he steps through the threshold. Your smaller arms snake around his broad back, pressing gentle kissed into his flannel. “What’s the matter, huh, sweetheart?,” he turns to you, flicking the cigar to the side of his mouth with his tongue. “Missed you, is all. Been a hard day, Lo. Let’s unwind,” you softly whisper, your hands coming up to touch his beard, the one you loved so much: (especially when the scruff of it brushed your soaking cunt <3..)

He smiles, large hands cup your smaller face, as he brings you closer for a forehead kiss. He pauses momentarily to smell the nape of your neck. “Missed me after spending the day with me, huh, kid?,” a knowing smirk creeps across his face. You nod your head vigorously. “Or are you jus’ ovulating?,” the question makes itself very known in the room.

Your cheeks heat up as you start to blush. He cocks his head, chuckling. “I know you well, sweetheart,” he tells you, looking over the pleading gaze you had on him as of now. “Can smell you, you know. You always smell so fuckin’ good when you’re ovulating,” he adds, eyes darker than they were before. You blush under his hard gaze.

“Doesn’t mean I’m not gonna give you what ya’ need, though,” his gruff voice adds, sending shivers down your spine.

“What do I need, Lo?,” you ask, your small arms wrapping themselves around his broad, thick, muscular shoulders, your pretty and perky tits pressing up against his chest. He looks down at your face, then, at your tits, his hands move themselves from your face to your waist, his grip ironclad.

“You need my cock. S’alright, you just do what I say now, yeah?,” he asks, and you nod, oh so vigorously. His lips attack yours, as the two of them dance together, your lipgloss on his rough, slightly chapped — but soft lips. His beard tickled your soft cheeks, and you pressed yourself into him as tight as imaginable.

He pauses for a moment to inhale your scent again. “Fuck. You smell so sweet when you’re ovulating, you know that, yeah? Like it’s poison. That’s what you fuckin’ do to me,” he adds, almost snarling. “Wanna rile you up, Lo. Wanna be good for you, want you to hurt me,” you tell him, not even recognizing where all this was coming from. What was wrong with you? You were completely pliant for a man.

You wanted to be used by him. To feel ALL of his strength in each and EVERY possible way. You knew his abilities, you knew how animalistic he was when riled up. You wanted that Logan tonight. You’d let him scar you with his claws if he would: he would never, of course. He was insistently protective of you. That and your hormones: is what drove you to this state tonight.

You feel his hard on through his jeans , it's almost as if it was made of metal: (in a way it was.) His lips meet yours, pushing against you in a way that made your cunt throb, your soft lips and his rough ones danced together, as if glued. You loved how rough his beard felt on your face, and his neck smelled faintly of cigars. You hear a few grunts from him, his meaty hands coming up to grope and knead at your soft body.

His teeth clash against yours, the both of you were gravitating towards each other by some kind of invisible string or magnet. Your hands feel his heart, fast, through his wide chest. You loved that you never had to take off his shirt in moments like these. He never wore one. Around you, anyway.

You brush your pastel painted nails through his chest hair; coming up to smell it a little, rub your face against it. You wanted ALL of him; not only his cock.

He chuckles as you rub against his chest. “Aww. Goin’ all pathetic f’me, kid? Didn’t even start with you. Fuck.,” he growls, and pins you down onto the bed, your wrists above your head. A hard knee between your legs is used to spread them apart. Your arms — are still pinned to the bed, and his grip on your wrists is ironclad.

He’s on top of you, his hairy chest bearing a weight down on you, his soft lips nipping at your neck, at your tits, your soft belly. His beard tickles when he kisses down your stomach, lower, lower… he gets to your thighs, pressing a sweet and slobbery kiss to them, and starts attacking your nub, like it’s a hard candy, and he can’t get enough.

“Lo!! Lo!! You scream out, trying to get away from him. It was too much, you couldn’t!! You feel some of his claws come out, starting to pierce your thighs just a bit. You pull back, looking at him. He stares back, his gaze intense. “You want me to stop, baby?,” he asks, claws resting on your thighs. “No, no. I like it.,” you shamefully admit, your stomach dropping as he gazed at you, taking in your body as if it were a work of art.

He continues working you over, his tongue gentle yet powerful, your thighs getting red because of his abrasive beard. You feel your orgasm coming on, as a storm, and you try to pull away from him to lessen the intensity. His claws graze your soft skin as his iron grip pulls you right back. “Where ya think you going honey? Daddy’s not done here,” with that, his calloused hand slaps your roughed up cunt. You yelp, and he emits a burly, growled sort of chuckle. He goes back to slurping up your fluids like there is nothing left. You gush into his mouth, his beard now wet with your fluids.

He flips you over, his face pressing into your neck. “Fuck, so sweet…,” his heavily hooded eyes glaze over your face and neck, before taking a small bite into your jugular. He was your predator. You were under him, his prey, his for the taking, his to use.

Without another word, his mouth breathing hot and heavy near your panting face, your soft skin against his rough beard, his hands gripped you in place as he slid in. Bred you. Not a word. His hands began to hold you up by your neck, as if you were some kind of animal. His large heaving chest pressed into yours, his thick, pulsing cock stretched you so deliciously that it made your vision start to go.

“There you go, sweetheart. Take it. Fuck,” he growled, hands pinching and holding your soft skin. All his prey did was mutter and moan, and Logan, a man of few words, was satisfied. He had his girl under him, pliant, ready to be bred. And he did breed her. Hours and hours on end.

By the time Logan was done with you, you were both soaked in each other: literally and figureatively. He gently laid you on your back. “Lo,” you mutter, weakly, all your energy drained by your feral man. You’d let him kill you, even. You wanted to be used, to be his.

“Did so good f’me, little one. Let me get you all cleaned up. Don’t move, don’t want my girl tiring herself.

[n3ptoonz]

Okay but like the whole save a horse ride a cowboy thing… for Arthur?

'Snake on a Train'

THANKS FOR 300+!!🖤🖤❤️❤️

Pairing: Arthur Morgan/F!Reader

Fandom: Red Dead Redemption II

Warnings/tags: Smut; Explicit, i'm writing this like i'm from the old west bear with me it's really fun, post chapter 6 MEANING he's alive and DOES NOT have TB. never caught it. we live in delusion round these parts. dialogue driven y'all know me i love me some interaction, implied breeding knk, cowgirl, barely proofread writers block is fucking me up

fr tho read this in a southern accent shit is kinda funny i had way too much fun LMAO

i got so many arthur requests then realized i used THIS theme so i'm using this ask i hope those who sent in will find this!!

Word count: 2300

Never trust a "runaway" O'Driscoll ever again. You was on the run now, away from those freaks and needed a proper escape at least for the time being. Why you chose to not accept Arthur's offer of joining the gang was beyond you. You knew each other well in Blackwater before they had to leave, he suggested you join since you'd be a great addition and trustworthy, but you declined. Later on you were picked up by a "runaway", he sold you out and now you're high tailing it to the nearest escape.

You stumbled across a particularly high end looking train that looked like it was headed west--aka opposite way from this shit. Your initial intent wasn't to rob it, yet. You just needed a quick getaway from this madness. Quick and sneaky you were getting into the back past a few guards. You found an abandoned ticket under a seat and stuffed it in your pocket, walking around until you found an empty cart that looked quite fancy.

You kept your head on a swivel and constantly looked out the window for any suspicious activities when somebody barged in. You quickly stood up and drew your revolver when you realized who you laid your eyes on.

"...Arthur?" you said. His eyes adjusted from the sun reflecting off the window when he heard his name escape from your lips, recognizing your voice almost immediately.

"What are you doin' here?" you both inquired in unison.

"Put your damn gun down I ain't here to rob you." he said sitting down on one of the two seat chairs covered in leather. You slid it back into the holster with curious eyes still on him. Just how long had it been? Why was he here?

"You normally waltz into carts that aren't yours?"

"Ain't that what you did?"

...he had a point.

"Maybe, but I had a reason."

"You sayin' I'd hop onto a nearby train for no reason?"

"I ain't seen or heard from you in almost a decade, Arthur. I don't know what I know anymore. Where's the rest of Blackwater's finest?"

Arthur just leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees. There was a deadpan look in his eyes as he recalled everything that went down in the last two weeks. All the betrayals and chaos started to montage in his mind all over again; how he was this close to death, but managed to escape somehow.

"Dead, on their own, or all the above. Remember John? I helped him and his folks get out. The others...well I don't rightly know where they are. And quite frankly I don't care."

You sat in front of him as you processed his words. What's understood don't need to be said, and you knew this well.

"Is that why you're here?" you asked. It felt like a question with an obvious answer but you honestly just wanted a confirmation. It wasn't like him to just run off, at least from when you last seen him.

"In so many words, I guess. Although I didn't expect to see a woman of your caliber running away from your bullshit either. I'd like to know too, if you don't mind."

"Oh hush that up." you waved his comment off dismissively, "I was sold out."

"Well I'll be. You know I always wondered what you were doing or who you decided to hang with if not us. Who in their right mind would sell out one of Blackwater's most wanted?"

In your time together you always had a playful relationship, but you could tell in his tone there was slight bitterness or sarcasm. Truth be told he started to feel some type of way when he realized you declined him just to end up with some other gang that clearly didn't give a damn about you.

"Watch yourself." you warned, your tone half serious half playful.

"What? You didn't want to be around folk who had your best interest that's fine. I won't say I told you so."

"When the hell did you tell me so?"

"The day before we left." he answered without hesitation. "The night we spent together? Ring any bells?"

Damn. You tried to forget that night since the day he had to leave and you too shortly after. You didn't want to remember all the fun you had. You didn't want to remember his hearty laugh at your stupid jokes. Hell...you didn't even want to remember just how good he treated you. He treated you like a lady, unlike most of the men you came across. All it took was one heated kiss, and you both were hooked. But also knew it couldn't be given both your circumstances.

When he offered for you to join you wanted to jump at the opportunity. So why didn't you? Because, well, you loved the man. You thought your own feelings would hinder the morale of the group somehow and break it apart, and you wouldn't dare that be on you. Plus you couldn't really tell where he stood. He's a guy who treated most people with respect despite how he grew up.

Back then he mentioned how people like them were hard to come by and that most gangs were either just downright pieces of shit or cultish. So he in fact did tell you so, and you tried to forget that as soon as possible. Didn't want any sort of thoughts of him clouding your mind or else you'd go crazy.

The only reason you two didn't get intimate that night is because he respected you and your boundaries. He still does. He didn't want it to feel like he was grasping on to the nearest thing to fuck with and then dip. That's not the kind of man he was nor will he ever be.

"What does that night have to do with why I'm here now?" you tried so hard to seem like it didn't completely take over your thoughts, but this is Arthur Morgan for christ sake. He's damn good at reading people.

"It can mean just about anything, sweetheart, but I know it meant something to you just as much as it did to me." he said. The tone of his voice sounded a bit like he was trying to convince himself that was the case. If it wasn't, he wouldn't know what to do.

You sat back in your seat but that didn't take away the feeling of his gaze pouring into your soul. "It did." you said looking down at your hands

"Then why decline? Was it me? I know it's not my lifestyle because we lived the same way."

"I didn't want to get in the way, alright? I knew you'd be gone often and would be out for days at a time while I worried if you'd come back in one piece. I've been there and done that. Wasn't doing that again."

Arthur leaned back up in his seat and ran his hand over his face, sighing. He didn't want to come off so strong, but he felt real feelings for you and didn't know how to process it properly. The woman who's been on his mind since the day the gang left Blackwater sat in front of him and he felt like a lost puppy all over again.

"Okay." he said softly, "Was I on your mind at all?" he continued looking down, mumbling under his breath but you still heard him.

"Everyday since." you said standing up. He slowly looked up at you with those pearly blues that never failed to capture you. He was just so relieved that it wasn't just him. That it wasn't one-sided. Grabbing his hand you pulled him up to meet your eyes--like he wasn't visibly looking down at you.

"I thought about you so damn much I guess I had to distract myself by running with some undercover O'Driscolls. I figured out who they was too late and voila, lawmen breaking down my door."

Arthur shortly chuckled upon hearing you explain more of your situation. To him it was unbelievable, and he never thought he'd hear that name ever again especially after seeing Colm swing.

"This evening is full of surprises. How do I know this isn't some big scheme to take me down once and for all?" he said while wrapping his arms snug around your waist and his voice grew more rugged and deep. Oh how he missed this. What this is, who knows, and who cares?

"I don't need some big scheme to take you down." you said placing your hands on his biceps, squeezing just a little bit. He smirked at this action and pulled you closer.

"That so?"

You hummed in agreement, and it didn't take long for you two to finally lock lips together after a bit of playful murmuring here and there. And just like that, you both were taken back to that night. That heated kiss you shared was the absolute highlight of your lives, and you intended to relive that again and more.

It's like you never left but kissed like it's been forever. He ran his cold palm up your back to hold you while the other unbuttoned your pants. Even after almost ten years, he didn't miss a beat. He still got it. Are we surprised? You followed his lead and kept one arm around his neck while the other attempted to pull him free.

His hands were quick and nimble like yours, so next thing you know your pants are on the ground and you're sitting comfortably in his lap. You was now clad in a loose collar shirt and underwear and his shirt remained unbuttoned at the collar. Your mouths never stopped dancing throughout this whole process too.

Arthur just kept groaning into your mouth at every subtle grind on his thigh. This was only the second time of you two getting together like this, yet it feels way more than that. That same drunk feeling from the night made its return and wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.

You pulled back so you both could catch your breath, holding his face and running your thumbs over his stubble that was soon to becoming a full beard.

"I missed you...so damn much." you said in a tone just above a whisper.

"I can't imagine more than I have..." he replied while toying with the hem of your underwear. "Would you give this old outlaw the honor of... having you? All to myself?" he asked, looking deep into your eyes. You could feel him fully hard and his hands trembling a bit, but he still wants to hear it from you. One part is confirmation, but the other? He would easily gain satisfaction from knowing you want to give yourself to him.

"Well...I've saved a horse...and I plan on riding a cowboy," you whispered and smiled against his lips before leaning back in. Arthur chuckled into the kiss, wasting zero time pulling them panties to the side and slide right on in.

Your breath hitched as you eased on down his thick shaft. "That's my girl." he whispered, right next to your ear so he could physically feel you clench against him from his praises. You gripped his shoulders as your eyes closed shut, expelling light whimpers here and there as you set a place. He placed his hand on your back once again to encourage you, feeling a little smug at your struggle to keep up.

Best believe you weren't no bitch though; you swallowed thickly and kept on riding him. The ambience of the train was quickly fading as you two became lost in your own desire.

Were you expecting your orgasm to approach so quickly? Honestly, it made sense. Arthur knew all the right things to say and touched all the right places that churn your butter.

He was also nearing the end, and yet he had such a genuine smile on his face. He grunted with every time you sank back down into his lap and this meant he simply could not be happier. He's been dreaming of this moment forever, and finally. Finally, the woman of his dreams is having the time of her life because of him.

To keep yourself grounded you pulled his head up to rest your forehead on his, "Please, cum inside me," you begged. Your climax was seconds away from hitting you and you wanted to reach bliss at the same time.

You ain't have to tell him even once with how quickly he followed suit. Your hips slammed right back down into his lap as you both tried to stifle your cries of pleasure, still mindful of other passengers.

After you both calmed down in each other's arms, you cleaned yourselves up and plopped back down onto the two person couch you had just gotten intimate on. You held his bicep and laid your head on his shoulder with a content smile on your face. His the very same.

"You sure know how to get down for someone I ain't seen in a long time." he said playfully, looking down at you.

"Who said I ain't got none in a long time?" you replied a little too fast for his liking, looking up and seeing his expression comedically fall to a straight one. "I'm just messing, I wouldn't dare risk having anybody else's kids but yours." you continued casually before shutting your eyes. You had to stop yourself from laughing at the sound of his heart rate getting faster through his chest.

He chuckled, looking out the window at the scenery become painted with the pinks and yellows of the sunset passing by.

"You are something else."