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Ellie and Garcia Aesthetic Swap......
(Reblogs are appreciated!!!)
#love this shading style and ESPECIALLY love shading that one specific pink on ellie here lol...#art#digital art#krita#oc ellie#oc garcia#pop rocks ellie#pop rocks garcia#style swap#outfit swap#pop rocks#take 3#take3series#pop rocks take 3#also pop rocks isnt technically from the piper james series... but i guess they could exist in the same universe?#and considering garcia and ellie were intended to be villains in season 1 of take 3 itd make sense if they kept that career in pj#(though take 3 actually came before pj)
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booted up the ten year old ipod that my dad let us play with in middle school & that when i was eleven i was obsessed with bc my parents were SUPER stringent re: screen time but they let me go nuts with this bc it was just full of my dadâs favorite music (and also some games that i suspect they didnât know about + that i would play in bed as my Secret Silly Tweenage Rebellion), and immediately it hit me with this

#i think the tech is saying Hi Celia I Love You Too <3#life and stuff#im so emotional over finally having a charger thing to charge it up!!!#the clock on it said it was FEBRUARY 2013#this little guy has been taking a ten year long nap!!!!#was not even HERE for my jenny phase#INSANE#also i vividly remember repeatedly badly failing this quiz bc i was in middle school and also lived under a rock#i am somehow now passably better at this 2007 era pop culture quiz#which is weirdly very gratifying 2 me#btw the little dinged up part is from when i dropped it off a deck and down an entire story straight onto concrete#(really just having a whole EVERYONE LOOK AT MY BABY momentâŠ)
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Another Get to Know Me
thanks @sleepy-night-child for the tag!
a band that you don't like that many others do:
I'm pretty amicable for music. it'd take a song I really hate for me to not like a band. on the other hand, I will like any song that will get me to sing along with it
least favourite animal and why:
bees. when I was a kid, someone told me to not move around bees so that they wouldn't bother you. outside during recess, I froze still cause a couple of bees landed on my shoulders/neck. the bell rang for us to go inside and I had to make a mad dash for the doors despite the fear I'd get stung. hindsight and common sense now tell me bees are generally harmless and wasps are the enemy, but I'm traumatized now and treat them the same
hot fandom take:
head empty, I don't really have any takes, especially ones that aren't already out there. also not really in fandom land, I'm just on my own island.
do you wear any jewellery, if so, what's your favourite piece:
not super devout, but I've got this necklace from elementary school that's a cross with a dove on it that I still wear. otherwise, the owl ring I got a couple years back that I wear as a necklace is the one
a movie others liked but you didn't:
honestly I watch so many movies with my friends nowadays and a lot of them are really bad lmao. I think a recent movie we watched was The Killer and I didn't like it, but it's rated highly for who-knows-why. like it's not even a comedic mess-up, the assassin was just bad at his job and it's not entertaining
three things you love about yourself:
I'm a relatively positive person, or more like I don't have that much hate in my soul. will try to be the best supportive friend you've ever had. and I've got a lot of creative outlets to use!
a place you hope to visit in the future and why:
Japan! I wanna see so many gamer things there. plus the tourist-y landmarks/activities. life-sized gundam is also on the list, if that's still around. and the food! (that I've been seeing because I follow this one guy on YouTube)
an actor that gets on your nerves and why:
the first name that came to mind was Dwayne Johnson for whatever reason, but he's doesn't actually get on my nerves that much
things you're excited about in the near future:
(slowly and surely) getting back to writing!! reviewing some of these games that I've been playing recently, because I've got Opinions on some of them. and getting used to this fancy new limited edition 8BitDo controller that I got. if this was a week ago, I could've said watching my friend finish the main story of Like A Dragon: Infinite Wealth, but that's already happened
least favourite ship in a fandom you're in:
again, not really in fandom land so I have no idea about what ships go around.
what's the most toxic fandom you've been in:
as a gamer and basketball fan, those are wildly toxic fanbases. gamers are so mean to the devs (sometimes rightfully so, other times not so much) and to other players. like literal death threats sometimes, it's insane. and then fans of basketball would literally boo their own players at times, like what.
list three things you find beautiful about life:
Space science (thanks Kurzgesagt)! Other people's works (art, writing, games, or otherwise)! Family, friends, and pets!
any dreams for the future:
finishing and publishing any of my works so that people can (hopefully) enjoy the experience I made for them
how are you feeling today?
another day of writing, gaming, etc. but it's grey and gloomy outside and it's sucking like half of my energy away, especially because I need to walk the dog later. and the NBA Trade Deadline is at 3pm so I might be spending more time than usual paying attention to player movement/trades between teams, especially because my team is Not Good and I'm expecting them to make moves this deadline.
no pressure tagging @talesfromaurea, @moonluringfrost, @ettawritesnstudies, and sleepy friend already tagged @oh-no-another-idea and @drippingmoon, but I'll tag as well if you'd like :)
#ink rambles#tag game#get to know me tag#saw the music question and went. I was listening to J-Rock but now I'm listening to K-City Pop and realized I'll just listen to whatever I#encountered at that time. or I'll just listen to the same 3 songs on repeat for like a month đ€Ą. plus game OSTs are just so great that#yes. I will listen to the Karaoke songs from all the Yakuza games. thank you.#a couple years ago the fans of my team decided they would boo every time this one player touched the ball because of something he said in#the off-season. like we traded him away and still they boo'd him when he was on the other team. like come on. the moment is over lmao#trying to do too many things at once has made writing this take more than an hour lol
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#every time i put my face on my blog i get stressed but then donât take it down?#anyway me and s.teve <3#[fox.gen]#đ§špop rocksđ§š#self shipping
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Art i got admitted into a district art show for waooww
#Yes thats samatoki#LMAOAOAOA i had to sneak him in#LAST POST I SWEAR BTW wow 3 posts already#I feel bad for like#Not posting at all lately so we got this#I found this while cleaning#Theres another one somewhere in my house but its in a frame and on display so i dont wanna take it for pictures thats annoying#I hope you guys know that when i take blurry pictures i either#1 leave it bc i feel like it enhanced the vibe of the drawing#Or 2 leave it bc i dont care and we live on a rock#This one is a no.1 case#These are like a year old btw LMAOAOAOAO#prince was my wow piece which understandable#But everyone literally hated the sama piece and it only got in bc it was a good piece and we needed spots filled#Upsetting really was#Hope you guys enjoy it though#Despite me thinking things need to be fixed on it i still think it was a good piece#Yes those are real newspapers i ripped up to make a graphic#Its pretty cool irl it looks like its lifting up from a newspaper#Ok thats all bc these tags are getting crazy#hypmic#hypnosis mic#hypnosis microphone#samatoki aohitsugi#music#pop culture#realism#Idk how to tag for prince LMAOAOAO#Noctiart#Noctifan
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classmate who told me that they thought i might be a poser bc i wore "too much black" a couple weeks ago told me this week, slightly horrified, that they thought i might be "kind of a dark person" after i delightedly scrolled through stick figure violence images to show them + our other group member. no matter what at least i am still fucked up and strange in the eyes of normal people...
#this person. perplexes me. kdfjghs#anyway i said 'thank you' and 'yeah i was a poser <3' in response to the too much black comment.#and then later took back the admitting to being a poser because i do actually go to punk shows so đ#whatever they thought i was 'posing' as by wearing a lot of black. i have a valid excuse#also. a) yeah i'm posing. like a model take a picture bitch i look good#b) i have literally never claimed anything ever about my style except that i dress 'alternative'. i make no claims to subcultures.#so what did they think i was a poser about... what could have prompted them to say that...#god forbid i could have been someone who wore all black and listened to pop instead of 2000s rock????#got the like. mark of approval from them by mentioning breaking benjamin. tf would you have done if i only listened to kesha#fascinated by the world that they live in where people can only wear the color black if they listen to punk rock (???)#anyway yeah i do wear a lot of black. because i look really good in black and also because i'm trying to send a message with the way i dres#the message is 'i like dark things'. so. glad we got on the same page in the end#man shows up with his hair dyed black in black shirt + cargo shorts with platform boots and a collar with a little ghost on it.#what subculture is he posing as. quickly#valentine notes
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CHERRY-POP!
Synopsis. Heâs losing more than his v!rginĂty - heâs losing his mind.
Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Ino x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, vĂrgĂnity loss (JJK men), PĂSSYDRĂNK MEN, first times, p talking, proposals, cervĂx kĂssing, matĂng presses, GOJOâS POWERS, manhandIing (Nanami), overstĂm, rough, true form Sukuna, dp, making them whĂmper, spĂtting, chokĂng, p sIapping, mentions of heirs, pet names, swĂ©aring.
A/N. Yâall asked and aIpha provided hehehe, also Ino girlies yâall are FED today <3

⥠TOJI FUSHIGURO - Was a 10/10
âI-Iâm reallyâŠdamn. Damn.â Just about all that he can gasp. Tojiâs prominent Adamâs apple bobs at the sheer tremors lacing his baritone voice, on the edge of shattering into a million pieces. Heâs dragging a fat thumb where your teary slit was bulging. In awe. âDamn.â
And your honeyed giggles are enough to make him buck his rummaging length with a shuddering groan. Pumping you full of more solid, mindless inches. âSâthat all you can hah- say, Toji?âÂ
Hell, if Toji Fushiguro could coherently speak - if he could even think - then heâd already be waxing poetic about how your that sweltering hot heaven between your legs was driving him mad. Was having his life flashing before his very eyes-
How had he lived for so long without this?
Youâre letting out a tiny gasp - only too-late does Tojiâs melty mind realize that heâd pathetically babbled all that out loud.Â
Taking the lewd opportunity to punish your parted lips with a slow wad of his syrupy saliva, âD-doesnât mean I donât know a thing or twoâŠâ
God, if Toji hadnât confessed to you just prior that he was a raging virgin then you would have laughed in his face right this very second.Â
Because he was acting like anything but.
His rock-hard cock was vicious, bullying right between your pretty pursed folds with inch after throbbing inch that scratches your sweet spots just right. Fuck- he couldnât take his eyes off the sight. Slamming a hand down onto the rickety headboard to stop from jackhammering his fat cock over and over into you already.
âY-youâre seriouslyâŠâ heâs letting his voice peter out. Tojiâs curling a few thick fingers around his hefty hilt, feeding your drooling hole more. More. â-seriously sucking th-the life outta me.â
Heâs moving at such a sleazy pace, tracing one calloused thumb down your driveling lips, all soaked and sopping with your saturated juices. âHeh, not bad for a f-fucking virgin, huh?â Before popping it into your mouth for you to suck on like your favorite lolly. âCâmon- say somethinâ, ma.â
âS-so slow, Toji-â youâre huffing and puffing in a way that makes him grunt, trembly legs falling further and further open by the second at the stretch. The way his large, bulbous tip was brushing against your very inner walls had you dizzy. â-give me more.â
âWh-when I told ya to talk it wasnât to talk with your hah- damn pussy, woman.â
And fuck.
Fuuuuck- Toji was more affected than he would like to admit.Â
Much, much more.Â
Because just the incoherent mess of jumbles falling from those pretty lips of yours had him throwing his head back with a moan. Big, beefy biceps flexing when heâs battering his rock-hard tip into your gooey depths. And shit-
He didnât read about this online.Â
Never ever thought that the Toji Fushiguro would find his mean scar dropping with his jaw in raw, carnal shock when your pussy lips dribble a generous load of his own cum. Eyes veering to the very back of his head with he just barely manages to disguise as a regular one of his eyerolls.Â
Fuck- fuck did he cum already?
âD-did you-â
âShut up. Holy shit-â A set of rugged fingers clasp bruisingly around your waist, another skating about midway up your tummy and pressing. Down hard. Now until your slobbering cunt was painting numerous creamy rings upon rings around Tojiâs hefty hilt. âDamn, what a pussy you got on ya. Is yer cunt jusâ extra filthy, ma?â
Youâre smacking his cushiony pecs at his words, whining, âY-youâre so nastyââ
âMe?â His greedy green eyes widen, âCallinâ me nasty w-when your pussy is the one spillinâ all over me? Hngh- jusâ look at her, doll.â
Thereâs nothing else that you could look at - because Tojiâs flexing arms were caging you into your cozy little cove. Dark brows marrying together in pure bliss when heâs dragging his cock out of your slippery cunt with a wet plop! Letting your puckered hole slide a drizzling coating of cum.Â
And then plugging you back in - and then again. In and out. In and out in and-
âAnd whose f-fault is that?â
âHers.â
Even through your stupidly fucked mind you could catch the way that Tojiâs voice was dipped in pure loving. A hypnotized grin leering all over his face - you could ask him to bring you the moon right now and he would.
Hunching his entire heaving body over to move back inside your snug walls mercilessly, he nips down your tender earlobe. Grunting, âHeh, I read ya nasty pussy would ngh- like this.â
And heâs seeping in a few fingers to swirl around the ounces of white that stained your bulging cunt, around and around until it was thoroughly coating his dripping wet fingers. Tracing just enough over your pulsing clit. And you thought he would bring it up for you to suck - you thought.Â
Before heâs placing them swiftly into his mouth and whining - yes, whining. The clingy grip of your softened walls had him so gone.Â
âP-pretend ya never fuckinâ heard that-â Tojiâs snapping right before you can open your teasing mouth, and his high cheekbones color in the most innocent shade of rosy pink. Snarling, â-sânot m-my fault- itâs hers.â
Yeah, because your dripping cunt was way too much for a virgin to handle - it had him going mad.Â
It had him rummaging even deeper into your pliant cunt, tenderizing your poor g-spots into the perfect bullseyes that he just couldnât miss. All the way to the base. Tojiâs making the bed creak with each one of his ruts, sweat slicking down the middle of his curved spine at his staggering pace.Â
And he wasnât even tired - not a single ounce. You think heâd be tired while buried in a blissful cunt like this?
Monstrous stamina pushing and pushing his weepy tip down in streaming slides across your sweet spots. Without a singular warning, his mountainous palms snatch your trembly legs up to throw them over his broad shoulders.Â
âSh-shit, the stretchââ youâre mewling when heâs easily folding you in half like a lawnchair. Merciless. Snickering.
Absolutely no shred of regret or apology when he grins, âYâknowâŠI also read online about th-this thing called aâŠmating press.â
⥠NANAMI KENTO - SWEETENER!
âLike this?â
And youâve never heard your stoic boyfriend ever sound like this before - with his chest heaving in gasps, gluttonous eyes locked down on your arched back, lips wobbling like the very fate of the world depended entirely on the next few words to fall from your cockdrunken mouth.Â
Fuck- Nanami was so staggeringly massive that you couldnât think. Couldnât breathe. Couldnât even jolt back to your senses until heâs peppering a drool-worthy trail of kisses down your spine. Echoing, strained. âNever done this before- I-is this okay, my love?â
âYes! Hngh-â youâre managing to blink back the pearly tears welling up in your eyes. âY-you can start to move, Kento.â
Heâs placing a few more innocent pecks by the corner of your mouth before doing so, and just one singular movement - a singular inch inside your pretty cunt - had Nanami Kento hypnotized.
Breath hitching.Â
Youâre almost concerned when the first smooching thrust right into your awaiting g-spot had his muscled thighs shivering. Honeypool eyes wide, cheeks flushed, ruined. Frantically scrambling to clasp his thick fingers around your tender throat, Nanami heaves out a groan and pulls.
Feeding you the uncharacteristically ruthless inches of his furious cock, youâre being hauled about halfway down the velvety bed as if youâre some kind of doll. Pumped stupidly full of his fat girth, youâre not sure if that thunderous throb! throb! throb! was from his angry cock or from you.Â
Head so light, âKenââ
âWh-what- ohâŠâ Immediately, Nanamiâs letting his hand drop from your neck as if it burned, sorrowfully kissing near those faint bruises. âIâm so sorry, my love- I didnât realize. I wonât-â
âNo no, babyââ Craning your head around to stop his stern mouth from ranting any further, you give him a smug smirk that you can feel the effects of. Feeling his sopping wet twitch into your bruised spots in a gloopy wave of scorching precum. â-I like it.â
Oh.
Oh, shit.
You shouldnât have said that - fuck, you shouldnât have said a word. Because thatâs all it takes for Nanami to smack his sharp hip bones into you like he didnât even realize what he was doing.Â
And if the first tentative thrust into your cunt was magic - then this. Fuck, this was a miracle in real life.Â
Your cunt is so talkative with him - slurring out a few saturated sploshes every time heâs pumping your gummy depths full of himself.Â
Pummelling with very pound, and if you didnât know any better then you would have thought that Nanami was fucking you like he hated you. Sloppy. Addicted. Youâre feeling the slosh of his sticky pre inside you with every shuddering rut.
Languidly licking up the overwhelmed tears in your eyes, âM-mâsorry, darling IâŠâ Interrupted by a syrupy hug of your walls like clingfilm, he was spearing open your insides so good. Molding himself into every nook and cranny inside you. Virginity be damned, he was having his fill for years. â-I canât seem to stop. I-I just need-â
Words couldnât even explain the sheer fucking heaven that Nanami was in right now. This was what you felt like? This?Â
And youâre not even sure if heâs in control when heâs pushing down on your shaky body with one of his thick palms, right until youâre splayed out like some slut on the king-sized mattress. Hiking up one thick thigh to pressurize his thwacking pushes even harder, and the other to press down on your head with his foot.Â
âSh-shit youâre so deep, Kenââ your fingers thrash against the silken sheets at the even meaner angle. âI can feel you all the way-â
Right before you can finish your drawling sentence - almost as if Nanami didnât want you to, couldnât even handle the thought - his massive palm rummages from down under to glide down the thickened inflation where he was ruining you. Where he would feel the wet swipes of steaming hot precum being poured right into your womb. Where he could feel himself.Â
And heâs trying to reign back some control - to remember all the tips that heâd read in those books. But god was it difficult when Nanamiâs rubbing his fat thumb against your clit and making you whine.Â
Over and over and-
âD-donât run awayââ Nanamiâs voice cracks towards the very end - snapping you out of your lustful haze to realize that oh shit, you had been inching away. The stimulation so much. âMâyours- mâall yours. And I need you, my love, I need more-â
And right before you can correct your posture, knocking your hips in sodden glides down his swollen length; Nanamiâs snatching his speckled yellow tie right off somewhere across the bed and wringing it around your wrists tightly. Pinning them together over your back before leveraging it with one curl of his fingers to drag you back into his erection.
Nanamiâs breath hitches, head finding itself thrown backwards in an instant. Heâs leaning further backwards to drink in the heavenly sight of your ass quavering against his hips, of the way his skin was reddening now.Â
âTh-theree we go, y-yer gonna take my fuckinâ cock. Arenât you, my wife?â
Youâre not sure what youâre gasping more at - the roughened lack of sanity in his words, or at the way he was calling you his wife. Again and again like a little mantra into the crook of your neck - all that he could say right now.Â
âSuch a p-pretty cunt- nâ a pretty wifeâŠâ Hushed out beside your ears at a feverish pace. âY-you have me addicted so, sooâŠâ Addicted enough to not be able to finish his sentence.  Nanami leaves a wet peck at your lips, and an even wetter smack! on your clit.Â
And when you cum, youâre seeing white.Â
Unsure of whatâs even happening before Nanamiâs fucking you through each peaking wave of your high, edging it deeper and deeper. Youâre gasping at the feeling of his cock twitching vigorously inside. Harshly. Dangerously.Â
âK-keep those legs open, darling.â Heâs crushing you to his brawny body so tight. âMâgonna haaah- make this sweet cunt overspill.â
⥠GETO SUGURU - Good girl never cry.
Geto Suguru never saw himself like this - feeling so blissfully good.Â
He never saw himself with fucking tears beading at the very corners of his glassy eyes, his maw sagging animalistically open when his prespiration-slicked body glissades against yours. Yours. Shit- all he could think about was that clingy pussy of yours and you, you, you-
âOh, whatâs this?â Rumbling voice smooth against your ear, but all you can manage out is a pathetic few hahs! when Getoâs body never stops. His grueling hips donât even slow down to let you catch your breath. âHeh, am I th-the one losing my virginity or are ngh- you, gorgeous?â
Youâre huffing and puffing in a way that he canât help but find so cute, feeling his lips curl up into a heady smile. âN-no need to be so mean, Suguââ
âTch.â
Without a split-second of hesitation - or so much as even a warning - heâs wrangling your legs over two broad shoulders. Biceps flexing when looping your two ankles around his flushed neck, pinning them together with a gruff, âLock them.â
And itâs all you can manage to do when heâs folding down, down, down in half. Making your calves burn with sheer fatigue, your sloppy entrance stretches around the curve of Getoâs swollen cock. It was such a sight to behold - your succulent pussy lips drooling all down to his too-tight balls, talking back to him in the most slurping squelches with every jittery ram.Â
Geto can feel himself trailing a translucent line of drool already - embarrassing.Â
âMhmââ Your entire body vibrates with his severe groans, nodding along with his sleazy eyes pointed downwards. And the angle helps him spit out in your slack mouth, snickering. âTh-think I like her better.â Â
Your jaw drops - and heâs taking this perfect chance to smush your mouth into an embarrassing pout with two fingers squishing your cheeks together. Lolling his head downwards to pry open your mouth and suck on your tongue.Â
âHmpf! Then you can ngh- kiss âherâ instead-â Slow. Drooling. Such a filthy French kiss that Geto breaks with a wet smooch!
Pecking up your stubborn tears. How cute.
âOh, I willâŠâ Comes his answer, along with a few more thunking collisions into your rawly bruised g-spot as if he was reminding you just who you were dealing with - virgin or not. âYou think j-jusâ because mâa hah- virgin, I donât know how to handle such a s-sweet pussy?â
Maybe you nod, maybe you shake your head - youâre not even sure before Getoâs spitting out a wet wad of saliva that hits his ready digits with a wet thwack! Smearing right along your overly stuffed pussy, where he was funneling you so full of him.Â
Gruffing out, âFirst mâgonna f-fuck her until sheâs ngh- overspilling. Gonna ruin her for a-anyone else-â Twirling his rude thumb in a wet grind on the hood of your plump kiss, heâs leaving a few wet swats. âThen mâgonna taste her- treat her a lilâ while sheâs already ah dripping with me. And thenâŠâ Breath hitching while heâs crashing a kiss into you once more. â-mâgonna do it all over again.â
âHow do you even-â
Heâs babbling nonsense now - or maybe truths. âYâhave no idea how much Iâve ah- imagined this, gorgeousâ kept thinkinâ of it every night.âÂ
âR-really?â you gasp.
âMhmâ s-since the day I met ya. Iâd imagine doinâ a little bit of hah-â Giving your mouth an innocent peck, â-this. Then some of-â Then a bite. âThis.â And then the most slow drag of his hips down your walls, âAnd mostly this.â
God, he had half the mind to know that maybe you shouldnât be hearing these. But Geto didnât care. He couldnât. Not when every drilling pound had him giddy, âAlways wanâed you to be all mine yâknow- my lilâ cum dump, arenât ya?â
Youâre somehow muffling out - seeping through each labored breath. âYes- yes yes yes- fuck- mâso close, Sugu- Mâgonna-â
âOf course ya are.â Heâs rolling his eyes, acting for all the world like his painfully swollen balls werenât just aching to cum already. Hips getting sloppier and sloppier, as do his words. âShe told me- h-hurry up already. Cum on my fuckinâ cock.â
And Geto thinks he tried to hold back how pathetically pussydrunken he was on your gorgeous cunt, he thinks he tried to do a good job of it.Â
Tried.
But as soon as your orgasm hits you at full force - oh, thatâs when heâs allowing his eyes to mask over with a bleary veil of tears. Drip, drip, dripping down in hot splatters onto your skin- it feels so good.
And Geto bites down hard into the crook of your neck, muffling those rasping whimpers curdling at the back of his throat when he cums. When he feels his ears pop! lids flashing his vision with pure white.Â
âS-so muchââ youâre mewling when heâs dumping out such voluminous ropes of seed. Thick, sticky, sloshing down in neverending rivulets. Heâs fucking you through each and every one, mashing into your very g-spot- âThereâs ah! Sâoverspilling, Suguru-â
Overspilling.
Oh, Geto would never admit it but he couldnât even bear to turn his head downwards at the exact sight that you were talking about. No.Â
It was already embarrassing enough to tumble into his second orgasm just from your sentence. Pearly white canines digging into the mound of your flesh so hard that you think he might just draw blood. The muscles in Getoâs jaw ticks when his bawling divot pushes out another few sputtering smacks! of cum against your sweetest spots.Â
âY-youâŠâ heâs gasping out, barely even audible. And as soon as Getoâs raising his dampened face from the haven at your neck, youâre practically gasping at the fucked-out expression on his face. Eyes unfocused, skin a blotchy red, hair curtaining his face and making it almost impossible to tell where he was looking. âI really cameâŠinside- hah- inside your pretty pussy.â
In awe.
Getoâs moving lazily - like heâs in a pool of molasses - when he dances a hand down to your beading cunt. Probing a few fingers back in to feed your parched pussy the remnants of excess cum. âC-can I- can I do it again?â
⥠CHOSO KAMO - âI-is this heaven?â
Choso didnât mean to say that out loud - in fact, heâd probably rather die than actually babble it out to you.Â
But how could he not when you were smearing your syrupy sweet folds all open for him that way? Two of your fingers sliding between your legs with a purring, âWhy dontcha find out, Choâ?â
It shouldâve been embarrassing the way heâs tripping and stumbling over the expanse of the plush king-sized bed to loom dangerously closer to you. To softly guide your hand away with a nudge of his reddened, aching cock. Chosoâs practically begging on his own two knees when he gasps- heaves, âI-I can put it inside?â Still in wonderment. He must be dreaming. Slurring up a sopping wet drag of his fat, ruby tip just to confirm. âC-can I really?â
âMhmââ youâre nodding. âCareful not to hurt your-â
But youâre not given the privilege to finish your sentence. Hell, youâre not given the privilege to even finish taking in a deep inhale before all of it comes rushing back out in the most feverish gasp.
Hurtling out of your suddenly bowing body when youâre suddenly being so split-apart. Chosoâs ambushing tip bullying your pussy lips wide agape, heâs fucking you so full with just the tiniest, mindless little gyrations of his flexible hips just to fit inside.Â
Because Choso might be a virgin - but with his staggering size, he didnât even have to try to hit your earliest sweet spots.Â
âMove your hand, baby, I-IâŠâ
Thatâs when youâre glimpsing at your poor boyfriend, whoâs already so utterly wrecked. The very moment heâs slid into your snug cunt, it had him seeing stars. Bursts of pleasure exploding at his sensitive cock, dark eyes rolling to the back of his head, Chosoâs grasping a hand around a few of his sweat-dampened locks and pulling to jolt himself back to reality.
When he blinks his teary eyes back open, you swear his pupils had turned into hearts. Whispering, âMâin love with you oh-â
Both of you are snapping downwards your heads in unison when something swelteringly hot floods your insides. Creamy and sloshing like treacle down your walls - all it took was once look up at Chosoâs prettily burning blush to realize that heâd cum as soon as he put it in.Â
âCh-Choso-â
âShit- shit- mâsorry, babyââ heâs grunting out, hips moving by themselves in filthy little collisions that jerk you on the bed. Heâs so surprisingly hands-on, fingers gliding up and down your arched back to massage all your tender spots. âI didnât mean to c-cum so early- shit- mâsorryââ
Itâs barely even possible to form a coherent though with the way he was fucking into you so sloppily. He canât stop. He wonât. No rhythm or reason - just pure, primal need dripping from every plummet of his thickened cock into your gooey depths.Â
Youâre prattling out softly, âItâs okay, baby.â Running your hands through the wet strands of his bangs sticking to his prespired forehead, Chosoâs face lights up into an intoxicated smile at your candied cooing. âK-keep going-â
As if to illustrate your point, youâre bucking your hips off the bed to meet his - to strike your abdomen down in a stinging slam! The sticky smack of skin-on-skin makes you both hiss, and Chosoâs bludgeoning tip drives even deeper in a bashful kiss against your velvety cervix.Â
âO-ohâŠâ His jaw drops slack, a slight trickle of drool running its way down at this point. Without another words, two strong arms wrap themselves around your body, and heâs angling his hips urgently - desperately - to replicate that gummy recoil. Again. And again. And again and again. âH-how can it feel so hngh- good? How- why, baby?â
Shit, Chosoâs babbling nonsense and he knows heâs babbling nonsense.
Which is why once youâre pressing gentle pecks all over his face - from his forehead, to his blushing cheekbones, all down to his wobbly lips - heâs now sure heâs in heaven. And youâre his own personal angel.Â
Panting out hot puffs against your mouth, you could savor his sugary sweet taste already. âTh-think mâgonna cum again, baby- oh, I- can I cum inside? Please? Please, baby?â
âI-inside, please-â Your words tremble out in nothing but mere mewls, curling one of your arms around his neck to haul your dear boyfriend over even closer. He lets you - lets himself be so used. â-d-donât miss, okay?â
How could he ever when youâre asking him so sweetly like this?
Making him wrack out a heavy shudder all the way from his dizzy head to his twitchy tip, spurting out a few buttery dredges of pre. So close. Choso slips and slides his palms down onto your thighs to spread them wide open for him. Murmuring out a throaty, âWonât miss- wonât miss. D-donât you worry, baby, mânot gonna miss.â like a mantra. Hypnotized.
Splattering out thick helpings of cum that flood your gaping entrance, you can feel your snug walls inflating with each ram of his cock. Swirling down, down, down to knock at your womb- Choso is so messy.
Supposedly helping clean you up by dragging a hand to your tummy, bearing down hard right on top of the very spot he knew would make you spill out a syrupy puddle of his seed. Painting a creamy white ring all over his twitching base.Â
âL-look, baby- I didnât miss.â He chuckles - chuckles. So in bliss that he doesnât even realize the way his entire body was shivering with the convulsions still. âAh, y-you took my virginity and I didnât even hngh- miss.â
Barely even lucid when he uses that superhuman strength of his to flip the two of you over, lounging on his back against the now-damp sheets. But Choso doesnât feel disgusted - not even close - heâs staring up at you through heavy, droopy eyes. Pussydrunk.Â
And he can only manage out two words.Â
âRide me?â
⥠RYOMEN SUKUNA - S-s-stutter?!
âTch, donât think this is going to get the hah- king to bow down to ya, lilâ human.â Sukuna seethes at the sight of you on all slutty fours - and it would be a whole lot more threatening had it not been for the way his graveling voice cracks. The way all he can let out is a string of slurring swears when your preslicked pussy lips glide across his angrily hard cocks.Â
âMhmâ whatever you say, Kuna-â your voice was sweetly agitating him, making his flushed heads perk up in feral little jolts. Desperate to bully himself inside your sopping entrance. âJust give me- both-â
With a sudden clasp of his vice-like fingers around your waist, youâre being shoved against the plush mattress of the royal bed. Bouncing up softly against those marshmallowy pillows and caged against Sukunaâs hulking body.
Youâre breathing out a little, âIt would be easier for you if-â
âI know.â Heâs cutting you off, devilishly red eyes straying off into the distance and away from anywhere near your gaze. Regal cheekbones a beet red when heâs finally looking at you, âThis-â One of his clawed palms cup your face, â-this is better.â
And of course the king of curses isnât going to fucking admit it when he wants to see every one of your fucked-out expressions.Â
Of course heâs not going to let you ponder on his uncharacteristic actions for too long before swiping a wet skim down your slit. Pooling up your slick juices down his pulsing cocks, one of his massive palms jostle and smear that translucent gloss down his lengths. The other prodding at your winking entrance - âHeh, take a deep breath- doesnât matter that mâa fucking virgin, youâre the one that needs ta brace yerself, brat.â
Fuck- it doesnât matter how much you mightâve readied yourself because Sukunaâs matchingly thick lengths we always going to split you apart until you felt like you should sob.
It was such a delicious stretch - probing at every one of your sugary spots, his intrusion was working your tight channel open in a way youâd never even thought possible before. Spreading your tight rim of muscle gapingly open as you milk every copious inch of his double shafts.Â
âWould ya look at thatââ Sukunaâs drawling out, and his eyes widen with a tinge of genuine surprise. Long tongue darting outwards to lick up that embarrassing slick of dribble escaping his awe-struck lips. âSucking me up so well ahhh- sâlike your cute pussyâs made fâme. Arenât ya?â
Itâs maddening.
Itâs filthy the way that Sukunaâs leaning his sleazy head even closer to drink up every sodden noise that emanates from your cunt when heâs filling himself inside your cunt deeper. And deeper. Like his length was never-ending.Â
Every squelch, every slurp that makes him chuckle. Wafting one of his dark, overgrown nails across the bumpy outline of his drilling tips on your tummy. âOh, damn t-talkative, too-â
Your veins thunder rapidly with the sheer lewd embarrassment of having Sukuna listening and conversing with your sloppy cunt. And the feeling makes you let out a whiny huff and clench-
Oh.Â
Heâd never felt like this.Â
âSh-shit- marry me.â
Someoneâs gasping - and it takes you only a few lazy seconds after Sukunaâs bludgeoning the entirety of his two dicks into your cunt to realize that it wasnât you. Blinking back your already overwhelmed tears, you open your mouth-Â
âYou didnât hear th-â
âWh-what was that?âÂ
âNothing- oh-â Another clench. Another gushing spurt of his steamy precum dripping down your cervix. â-fuck you evil, evil littleâŠâ Sukunaâs baring his sharpened canines in a snarl - but that doesnât do much to deter your grin when heâs practically shivering with stimulation above you. Stuttering. âI said- m-marry me.â
Itâs a command more than a question, and itâs spewing out from Sukunaâs lips with every spearhead into your poor, bruised cunt. Pressing wet peck after peck on your cervix, your g-spot - anywhere and everywhere his thorough cocks could reach - as if he was trying to convince you to say yes.Â
âIt ah! feels so good, Kuna-â youâre dragging out from your shot throat, mouth clamping to a close around a hard bite on his muscular, tattooed shoulders.Â
âEasy there on the ngh- merchandise.â He rolls his eyes, faintly going cross-eyed when your hips start bouncing back and forth back and forth back and forth in an attempt to match his pressurized cadence. âThough-â Sukunaâs gulping, your cunt had his mind in a frenzy, has this all-powerful sorcerer held hostage. âI guess I should cut some ngh- slack for the future queen.â
Ah, yes.
Sukuna could see it already - the only vision in his hazy mind getting clearer and clearer with each punishing thrust into your gummy depths, with each powerful drag of your hips to slam and bounce against his. The vision of you adorned in his robes and sitting on his throne, with a few little pink-haired heirs tooâŠ
And heâs getting ahead of himself - heâs completely, irrevocably pussydrunk at this point.
Out of control when heâs gliding one calloused hand across your tummy, where youâd be round and glowing for him should you wish. The second of his hands dipping cozily down for him to kiss your plump clit with his second mouth. Grinning, âF-for the future queen andâŠthe mother of my kids.â
And when Sukunaâs cumming itâs with that exact image in mind - what a beautiful momma youâd be. What a beautiful cunt you have when youâre all slathered in a thick coating of his seed.Â
All creamy and glomping out from between your puffed-up slit, youâre cumming at the sheer wave of it filling you up all inside. Until you were so stuffed you felt like you could burst. Seeing stars explode behind your eyes, and your ears thunder with the ricochet of Sukunaâs slowly softening cocks. âB-better not tell anyone aboutâŠthat, my wife.â
⥠INO TAKUMA - LOVE love
âPlease-â Inoâs staring up deeply into your drunken eyes like he never wanted to look away. Never could when you were straddled all prettily on top of him, riding the fucking soul out of his poor, inexperienced cock. â-j-jusâ the tip- nhgh-â
One taste of your pretty pussy and he was gone.Â
Your hands are sliding greedily down his toned body, making themselves at home right over his pretty pectorals. Swirling over his rosy nipples, âBabyâ weâre way past jusâ the ngh- tip.â
You were?
Shit, Inoâs practically grappling with that mushy part of himself to tear his glassy gaze down to where youâre swallowing him up into your gummy heaven. Breath hitching in a grovelling rasp at the way your puffy pussy lips were mounting wide open on his fat girth. Streaming down a waterfall of your glossy slick that covers him in a glistening coating.Â
Fuck, he suddenly couldnât tear his eyes away.Â
âO-oh.â Inoâs mouth sags open with a shuddering gasp, and he canât help but grin. He canât help but chuckle in a deep, wet way that makes his furious divot bawl out copious torrents of thick pre. âYou are. G-guess you officially took my hah- virginity, huh, pretty?â
Guiding a few slender fingers to give the jiggling fat of your ass a sharp smack! You can only keen when Ino bucks his hips up further and further - harder. Every second sending him into a frenzy.
âT-TakuâŠâ youâre whining out. Fingers glissading across his warm, sweat-sheened collarbones and curling around his tender throat. âI th-thought I told you to let me do all the ah- workâŠâ
Oh, heâs leaning upwards in a sudden surge to kiss up against your lips in a wet glide. Humming confidently like he wasnât fucking ruined every time your hips came crashing down. âBut I canât help it- canât- ah- wanâ you to fuckinâ use me.â
Ino didnât know what he was doing - didnât even know what he was thinking when heâs curving his powerful back to send a riotous few crashes against your bruising g-spot. To fuck up into you so harsh that it leaves the bed frame protesting in creaks.
Dancing his own digits to intertwine with yours on his neck - Ino makes you squeeze. âTighter. Harder. Câmon now- f-fuck me, pretty.â
You have no choice but to obey - to slide back and forth on his uprightly curved cock, the angle was dizzying with its collisions against the bullseye of that spot. His heavy balls smack into your ass until you were sure it bruised. And still- still it wasnât enough.
Stil, Ino finds himself veering a trembly hand up to your plump clit. Leaving a sodden, stinging smack!Â
âW-woahâŠâ His voice just cracks, brown strands of hair falling onto his sweat-glazed forehead when heâs jolting. âYou just got- s-so soaked- tell me tell me how I hngh- do that again-â
So desperate. So eager to please.Â
The adoration was just bursting from his half-lidded eyes and right through every sparring jut of his cock. Clashing. Kissing. Sopping French kisses into your treacly walls that make you squeal. âJ-jusâ right there- hngh-â
âThere? There, r-right?â Heâs so pretty when heâs batting his long lashes up at you, dewy eyes practically fluttering shut at the way your cunt was clinging onto him. Needy. âA-and what about this? What about ngh- here?âÂ
How tentativeâŠso cute.Â
âDonât be shy, babyââ Your voice was honey, so sweetened that it makes him bite back a few pathetic whimpers. A furiously innocent blush sunrising its way into his cheeks, â-you can hah- do whatever you want.â
Whatever.
Fuck, the words are barely out of your mouth before Inoâs clapping his massively splayed out hands onto the curve of your ass. Heâs copping a generous grope while seeping his full length in staggering thrusts, and heâs so flexible. So smooth with his movements.Â
Gifting another palm print that raises against your tender flesh, Ino has the audacity to bear you with a sleazy grin as soon as you strengthen your chokehold on him. Cutting off his airway, yet, he gives you a look that told you he was so in love. Making him choke out a little, âYeah- yeah jusâ like that. N-need you to fucking ruin my life.â
Youâre pecking his lips with such a pout, âCareful, or I might jusâ ngh- tie you up next time.â
And Ino doesnât know if itâs the idea of a next time or the idea of, well, that but heâs letting his eyes veer crossed and head loll pathetically backwards. A languid drizzle of drool escaping his lips when he wrenches open his mouth and whines, âMâcumming- sh-shit Iâm-â
Itâs such a melty heaven between your legs.Â
And Inoâs oozing out pearly gumdrops of cum into your womb, cumming and cumming so hard that he canât stop it spilling out. And he doesnât even want to because- shit, heâs never going to cum into his hand ever again.Â
Doesnât have to.Â
Because when youâre finally reaching your high, your sloshing walls clamping around him was addictive. Those moans of yours so pretty that heâs almost wishing heâd brought out his phone to record them as his favorite song.Â
âI love you-â Heâs feeling every velvety throb of your pulse, every clench that his solidly pussydrunken mind would love to think is specifically to suck up every beading sob from his cock. âI love you I love you I- god, I fuckinâ love you, ma.â Feeling every splatter dripping down your cushiony walls. And that makes him cum again- again and again. Orgasms crashing into one another. Until his shaft can only upstart with a few beads of nothing. Cumming dry-
âW-wait are you on the pill, pretty?â
â...â
⥠GOJO SATORU - POCKETPUSSY3000
âTh-this is nothing like my PocketPussy3000âŠâ The great Gojo Satoru can only gape at the way your sultry cunt was swallowing up his red, swollen cock. Can only grip you into a full nelson so bruising. So addicted. Every disappearing inch having his skin burst in a wave of tiny blue bolts of lightning. âTh-this is so much better.â
Better indeed, because the strongest was a virgin.
Youâre pushing away the strands of white that cling onto his sweaty forehead, âI-I should ngh- stop you right now for comparing me to that thing.â
And it was just a little joke, really.Â
But you didnât anticipate the way that your poor boyfriend would shatter like the world just ended.Â
His pretty pink lips parting in a slurring gasp, dewy blue eyes practically bulging out of his head. Babbling out something drawling and raw into the crook of your neck, âNo- no no noââ
Two of his slender digits dip down to smear your swollen pussy lips wide open, scissoring your sloppy hole elastically open to shovel himself all the way until he was poking into your springy cervix.
âY-you donât mean that right?â Heâs breathing. Hissing when your snug walls suck his fingerpads up with every lazy - urging pump. The double penetration making you keen. âP-please donât donât take this pretty pussy away from me- I jus- got- her-â Heâs pressing a flurry of innocent kisses down your cheek. Over and over until youâre cracking a smile. â-Iâll throw it out- th-throw that stupid thing out. Donât need it anymore when I have hngh you.â
Gojoâs absolutely melting at the sheer sex.Â
So hot and cozy inside you that heâs fucking hypnotized. Drool driveling down the corner of his mouth when your plushy walls are molding all around his throbbing girth.
God, he truly was the strongest - such a massive cock that he didnât even have to try to press wet little brandings of precum right near that spot.
âS-squeeze around me, sweetheartââ Gojoâs dragging his thumb sloppily all over your clit, and you get the distinct feeling that heâs making such a mess on purpose. â-please- I r-read about this once- can youâŠâ
Ah, Gojoâs head slumps  backwards into the silken pillows with a soft thud! Just one gripping cling of your velvety walls around his cock had him seeing stars.
Had him seeing his future with you. Had him thinking that he might just be content to die right between your pretty thighs. Or worse - cum early.
Now, the strongest couldnât cum before his girl - not even if it was his first time. No, no, no. The strongest had to bite down on one of his wobbly rose lips before any more embarrassing whines could let slip, planting his feet firmly steadfast onto the mattress to gift a punishing thrust into you.Â
Jostling into your body until you felt weightless, heâs streaming up translucent glosses of precum with every one of his bounces. Every shuddering thwack! of his tight, cum-filled balls, every bruising smack of his sharp hips onto your ass.Â
âWhere is it-â heâs muttering darkly into your ear. More, more, more. Massive hands coveting all down where he could feel the obscenely thick cylindrical outline of his own length rummaging inside you. Leaving a mess. Making a mess. âCâmon câmon- câmonâŠwhere is it.â
âWh-what are you even- ah!â you squeal when he gives your puffy clit a ruthless pinch. â-what are you even looking for, Toruââ
This only leaves you with a few more circular bruises on your cervix, and you catch the way that Gojoâs ruts grow sloppier. The way his pants become more condensed. And heâs dragging his sweat-slicked cheek down your own with a strained call of your name - practically purring.Â
âDonât- ohh shit- donât say my name like that-â Gojo whines - whines. âPlease. You donât know h-how heavenly this gorgeous cunt is, hah- have mercy the first time, sweetness.â
But of course you donât.
âToruââ
âFuck!â Gojoâs dazed eyes snap open in an instant, it was almost as if on autopilot the way his fingers spark subconsciously with a few sparks of cursed energy - he couldnât hold it in. He didnât want to.Â
With a few swift movements, heâs using years and years of practice in battle to wrangle two strong arms around your waist and shove you face-first onto the king-sized mattress.Â
One sculpted thigh kneeing open your trembly legs further onto all fours, the other hiking up, up, up to angle his reddish tip right into your neglected g-spot. So harsh. So thorough.Â
âNo- no no no- lemme see that p-pretty face.â Heâs hauling your pliant body into what you think is a headlock, feeling your neck surrounded by Gojoâs pale, bulging bicep. So tight. it makes you whirl your glassy eyes around and-
Oh.
Oh.
Gojo Satoru was ruined.
Was letting his six eyes work overtime to locate your cushiony sweet spots, directing his slender hips to plummet right into each and every one. Greedy gaze practically glowing every time your knees weaken when his rotund, weepy head crashes into your battered sensitive spots. Buttering up your insides in a thick, creamy gloss of pre. Close. He was so close.Â
âTh-thatâs cheatingââÂ
âN-nooo not cheating.â heâs leaving the tiniest bites and hickeys all over your exposed neck, back muscles flexing when he bows easily into your own body. You could feel every massage and glide of his washboard abs down your arched spine. He was so hot. Burning up, practically. âI did my r-researchâŠâ And itâs the way his powerfully buzzing digits roll messily over your clit that has you wondering whether he even realized he was using his powers.
Whether he was too pussydrunk to.
Too cocky about the way all it takes is a few lazy seconds of his rude toying with your sensitive nub for you to cum. Hell yeah - before him, heâs noting with a heady laugh.Â
A laugh.Â
Wide and humorless - directed at you when just a singular gush of your drooling lips makes his eyes slide all the way to the back of his head. And he couldnât help the way his head drops backwards, all it takes for Gojo to stumble right over the edge.Â
âShit shit shit shit-â heâs scrunching his eyes open - just barely registering the way the bedroom lights have shattered. Letting out a low hiss before painting your gummy insides in a milky coat of his thick seed.Â
Leaving the wettest traces all over your cervix, he can feel its sloshing dredges all around him when Gojoâs ragging down your walls to glide his twitch cock out. To gasp at the way your teary slit was drizzling him in a glistening lamination of his own cum.Â
Drip! Drip! Dripping all down onto the expensive navy sheet - and heâs finding himself grinning. Shuffling down to his knees until his mouth pressed a pretty peck onto your slobbering pussy, âA-after this mâgonna sh-show you how the strongest really fucks his PocketPussy3000âŠimagininâ you.â
A/N. Hope yâall have a lovely lovely weekkk!!
Plagiarism not authorized.
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Say Yes to Heaven
[Logan Howlett x Female!Reader]
Synopsis: Sometimes all it takes is one look. One gesture. One word. One action. To remind them that not everyone sees them the same, and It's enough to send a person over the edge.
WC: 3690
Category: Fluff, First Kiss, Loganâs POV
Another Grumpy!Logan x Sunshine!Reader because itâs my comfort trope âšđ«¶
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He never realized how much he wanted someone to care for.
It was something he didn't know he desired. A year ago, he didn't care for a single thing. He felt nothing. He was so numb. So empty.
He was an angry man. The kind of man people kept their distance from. Wade ruined that; he aggravated him so much that Logan started actually caring about his life. And for as much as he despised his fugly ass, he was internally grateful for him. He started to open up more and more.
Wade had a part in taking him out of rock bottom, as they say, but you⊠you aggravated him in the most endearing way possible. You were so bright, so happy, and full of life. Logan couldn't understand how someone could be like that, and he hated you for it. He thought it was so ignorant of you.
"I mean, come on, how could she be that happy all the time? It's fucking dumb. She doesn't even know me!"
That's what he said to Wade, but his roommate only laughed. He found his frustration hilarious and made fun of him constantly.
And donât even get started on the way you spoke. Never once have you raised your voice at anyone. You always talked softly, and even if you were pissed off, you still found a way to make your words sound gentle.
The man couldnât wrap his mind around the way you acted, you werenât a mutant, but you damn well could have been with that forever customer service smile you wore every day.
The level of patience and understanding you held for people was insane to him, especially the amount of patience you held with him.
He was constantly telling you to fuck off, and you took no offense; you just returned that stupidly kind smile and told him that if he needed anything, you were there for him.
You had no clue what heâs done, what he's capable of, and yet you treat him with the utmost respect. And being a mutant, respect, and kindness were two things he hadnât received in a very long time.
It made him realize thingsâabout himself and others. He started noticing you a little moreâthe way you looked and the way you acted. It started out as simple confusion and disgust⊠the typical reactions one would have when one sees an overly happy person.
But it evolved slowly into intrigue and curiosity.
Then something else. Something he couldn't describe.
His first instinct was to push it away. To try and convince himself, he was disgusted. He did this with everything he felt, but he couldnât keep lying to himself.
It wasn't disgust.
He couldn't name it; he wasn't ready to, but he knew it wasnât that.
Wade had noticed the change in him, the way he looked at you, the way he started being a little less rough with the words he chose to say. He didnât bring it up, but the shit-eating grin he gave each time Logan walked in and saw you was more than enough proof that he had picked up on it.
Of course, it only resorted to grins because the one time he opened his mouth, Logan didnât restrain himself. He popped his claws and had to go couch shopping the next day.
Whoops.
So, with Wade keeping his mouth shut after being chewed out by Blind Al and Logan trying his best to push away the foreign feelings, it finally reached a point where he could no longer ignore them.
He didnât understand why, of all nights, it had to be this one, but it was.
It was 3 am, and his old nightmares had come back to haunt him. He was restless, sweaty, and couldn't take another second of sleep.
It took a rinsing of the bathroom sink and a pitiful glare at his reflection for you to return his gaze.
He froze for a second.
You were wearing a large T-shirt, with a pair of shorts underneath. Your hair was messy, but it looked so soft, and your face was clear of makeup, leaving the imperfections of your skin that made you all the more beautiful.
Always wearing a smile. Always greeting him with a soft voice, sometimes a little raspy if just waking up, butnonetheless soft.
But once he rubbed his eyes and let out a tired yawn, you werenât there anymore.
Because you were never there, you lived across the street. You were in your apartment, sleeping, with no idea that, at that moment, the man who constantly told you to fuck off realized he couldn't stop thinking about you.
The same man who would grunt, scoff, and throw away every kind gesture now realized he secretly cherished them.
He stood there for a moment, just pondering his thoughts. His eyes were still on the spot he saw you in.
His head turned to the right, seeing the digital clock that rested on the nightstand.
3:02 am.
You were asleepâŠ. most likely asleep. You would be unhappy if he came over and woke you up, wouldn't you?
He looked back at the sink.
You could be upset, but you could also be happy. You could give him that smile. That sweet, warm smile.
It would be worth it, right? Just for that?
3:04 am
He didnât think about it. Not even for a second. Ironically, it started raining as if to test him, but the man was determined.
He put on a jacket to cover his bare chest, threw on some random shoes, and was out the door before his mind could stop him.
3:13 am
He knocked on your apartment door. He was completely drenched from the rain. His hair was messy, his jacket sticking to his body, and his shoes were so wet that the squelching sound they made was the only thing audible.
He heard shuffling. Soft steps coming closer. He could smell your scent. It shocked him how easy it was for him to recognize it.
You unlocked the door. Your brows furrowed in confusion.
His mental image of you being in sleepwear, messy hair, no makeup, had been confirmed. You were beautiful.
You had a tired look, one of the many looks he wasnât used to. But it was still a good look, and it still held your signature kindness.
He had a feeling it would.
You didn't look too shocked, just tired and confused.
You spoke. "Logan, is� Are you okay?"
Your voice was even softer than usual, the raspiness it held only making it more comforting.
You were genuinely worried about him, and it hit him then that he was being an asshole. Making you wake up in the middle of the night, and for what? Just because he wanted to see you?
Just because of that, he shouldâve given you a reason. An explanation.
He should've asked. He should have done so many things differently, but he didnât.
His head was in the clouds, and all he could think about was you.
You. That was all.
But his expression gave away that he was in a daze, and your worry only grew.
"Logan? What's wrong?"
You stepped out into the hallway and reached a hand to him.
His heart jumped a bit when you did so. It was just a gestureâone simple act of compassion.
He wasn't worthy of that, but he couldn't resist. He didn't want to.
Your fingers barely brushed against his upper arm before he moved. He grabbed your wrist.
His grip wasn't hard. His hold was gentle, as he had no intentions of hurting you. You couldâve easily pulled your arm away if you wanted to, but you didn't.
His eyes locked with yours. He wasn't sure what possessed him, but it felt so right, so he followed his instincts.
He tugged at your wrist, causing your body to fall into him. Your chest pressed against his. His arms wrapped around you, one hand cupping the back of your neck, the other resting on the small of your back.
The embrace was so sudden, and he knew the situation was far from ideal, but his senses were overflowed by your presence, your scent, your softness.
His chin rested atop your head, and his eyes fluttered closed.
It wasnât the first time he ever hugged someone, but it was the first time he hugged someone in such a way. He held onto you tightly, his grip possessive but not painful.
He was afraid to let go.
He felt your hands press against his chest. You were probably going to push him away, he thought, and he tried to prepare himself. He told himself he would let you go because it was the right thing to do, yet he didnât need to.
You hugged him back, and he almost lost his footing.
How long had it been since he last received a hug? Since the last time, someone held him and showed him affection?
Too long.
Your hands went inside his opened jacket and held onto him. Your fingers pressed against his skin, and your soft, warm breaths caressed his neck.
He could stay like this for eternity, and he would never grow tired of it.
Your voice reached his ears.
"Logan, did something happen?"
He had been standing there for quite a while. He wasnât aware of how long. Time seemed to freeze around you, but he didnât mind. He wasn't one to believe in such nonsense, but when it came to you, he was ready to accept it.
Your hand rested on his arm, and he knew you were subtly prompting him to move, and so he did.
He pulled away from the hug just enough to look at you.
Your lips were turned upwards. The corners of your eyes creased.
"Logan?"
It was then that his actions registeredâhow utterly close the two of you were, how intimately you were holding each other. He was already warm just from genetics alone, but now he felt everything around him heat up.
"I-"
He didn't know what to say. It was like he was back in that bar, drinking away every thought. He couldn't think. There was nothing. Nothing but the feel of your body against his.
But what truly sealed the deal was when he felt your thumb gently caress his knuckles. It was a small movement, barely noticeable, but it was centered exactly on the scars his claws made.
That little movement made his brain short-circuit. His hands twitched. His grip tightened. He held onto you with his entire body as if scared to let you go.
"What happened?"
You were patient with him. The fact that he hadnât even answered any of your concerns said enough.
But, eventually, he did find some words to respond with. It wasnât the answer you were searching for, but it was a response.
"Why are you always being so fucking kind?"
It was such a simple question, and yet the amount of pain it carried was overwhelming. He knew you could hear every word behind it. Every word he couldn't bring himself to say.
He didnât deserve it. He wasnât a good man. He did horrible things, and sure⊠he made an attempt to make up for it. To be better, but it couldnât have been enough, could it?
You were still here, looking at him with those soft eyes.
Why couldn't you look at him the way he deserved to be looked at? Like he was a monster.
Why did you have to look at him with those goddamn beautiful eyes?
"You deserve kindness, Logan. We all do."
And then, your voice became even softer and a little shaky. Your hands went back to massaging his knuckles. His scars.
"Just because you see yourself a certain way doesnât mean the rest of us do. I see the good in you. Always have since we first met."
You spoke so softly, yet your words were heavy with emotion.
"I know it's not easy, but try to have a little more faith in yourself."
You didnât deserve the harsh words he always threw at you. You didnât deserve any of his anger. You didn't deserve him.
"Why?" He repeated his question, his voice strained, and you didn't miss the way his jaw clenched. "Why should I?"
His arms loosened their hold around you; his hands moved down your sides, and his touch feathered light. He wasnât sure what he was doing, but he couldnât quite let go just yet.
You paid it no mind. Only staring back into his eyes with the same kindness he was so used to, the one he had grown to treasure.
"You have a right to feel the way you do, Logan. And I can't claim to understand what you've been through. I can't begin to imagine. But you are a good man. A little rough around the edges, maybe, but youâve shown me time and time again that you're trying."
A smile crept its way onto your face, and a soft giggle escaped past your lips.
Now, to be fair, he was used to hearing your laughter. With your⊠odd sense of humor, it wasnât an uncommon occurrence. But, this would be one of the firsts to add to his collection.
The one reserved for him and him only.
Your laughter wasnât loud, or annoying, or anything like Wade's. It was soft, sweet, and oh-so pleasant.
You were looking at him. Staring up at him with such love and warmth. You didn't even realize it, but he did.
"Besides, who wouldn't be a little grouchy waking up to that handsome face every morning?"
And, now, he was repulsed by the unwelcome vision of a certain masked man making his way into his head. He was so disgusted by the thought he didnât bother responding. He didn't want to.
So, instead, he moved.
He had a habit of moving on his own and not thinking about it. It went from his hands going to your sides, and now, his hands reaching out to press against the door behind you.
You were pinned against the door, and the way you looked at him didnât change. Of course, it didn't. Your eyes were always kind. They always were.
You were leaning against the door. Looking at him, waiting.
And he stared back.
He was so close, and he was tempted to pull away. To take a step back and leave. It would be the best for both of you; at least, he thinks so.
He couldn't give you anything.
He had nothing.
There was only himself. His body. His mind. His past.
His claws, too, if that counted for anything.
But, besides those, there was nothing.
He wasnât a bad man, but he wasn't good either. Not like you were. He couldnât possibly begin to match you, not even if he tried.
Which is why he had no intention of trying.
Yet, even as he thought that, his body moved even closer. The dog tags he had never taken off since he was given them hung loosely, dangling in front of your face.
One of your hands was on his chest, the other gripping onto the material of his shirt.
"Logan."
You spoke his name so softly. Almost a whisper, and yet, the sound of it was all his senses were focused on.
Your gaze shifted between his eyes and lips, and the hand that had been holding onto his shirt moved, reaching up to his shoulder.
The touch was light, as if hesitant, and it caused him to lean even closer.
It was so close. You were so close. You had been before, but never like this. Never in the way he wanted.
He wanted you so badly.
And you were right there. Looking at him with those eyes, with a soft, tender smile, and with an expression he didn't recognize.
He knew that was an invitation. You were always an open book, and your body language was no different.
And it wasn't the first time you did so.
There were many times when you looked at him. Your eyes trailing over his face. Your gaze went downwards, lingering before you snapped out of it and looked away.
He always saw it, always knew it was there, but he just chose to ignore it. He wasnât in the right mind, then. He was just another broken man, struggling to get by, trying his best.
Trying to find some meaning in his life.
But, even now, he was still hesitant. Even after coming all the way here and making his intentions clear, he struggled with it.
"Are you sure?"
Because you were so much better than him.
Because he could still remember the day the two of you met. How much of an asshole he was, how rude, how angry.
It wasnât until the seventh time you approached him that he realized that he had met someone who genuinely, wholeheartedly cared.
It wasn't until the twentieth time you approached him that he finally accepted it.
He could never forget the way you smiled and spoke to him, even though he had given you no reason to.
"Hi, Logan!"
You would say.
"Good morning!"
You would wave.
"Have a nice day, Logan."
You would nod, even though the man himself chose to ignore you. Goddamn it. You were so much better than him.
Much purer. Much more innocent.
You had a heart of gold, and a soul as white as snow. You were so good, so kind, and the thought of soiling you, of ruining your light with his darkness, it scared him.
It was the sole reason he didn't give in, even now, with you offering yourself to him.
He didn't want to ruin you.
"Yes."
No hesitation. No second thoughts.
Your eyes were so kind. So full of love, and the same emotion reflected back in his own.
But, even with the clear sign of assurance, he still felt the need to create one last line of defense.
With the hand against the door, he peeled it back enough to have your eyes catch sight of the fist it made.
In a millisecond, he unleashed his claws and slammed his fist against the door, the sharp adamantium easily slicing through the wood, causing the door to crack.
And, yet, no reaction. Not a single flinch, not a wince, not even a hitch of breath.
You weren't afraid. Not at all. Even as the claws were mere inches from your face, you weren't scared.
The corners of your mouth twitched. Upwards, and it soon bloomed into a bright smile.
He retracted his claws, and gave you another once-over, just to be sure, and you responded by lifting your hand, grasping the metal chain hanging from his neck.
Your fingers grazed against the cool metal, and your smile softened before turning into a small grin.
"For a man who states he isnât scared of anything, you sure have a lot of defense mechanisms, Logan."
Teasing. That was a new one for you.
He liked it.
"Say it again." Now, finally, you showed a different expression. Confusion mixed with curiosity. You were wondering what he meant. "My name."
"Logan."
For you, his actions were mere seconds. You had no time to process the feeling of his breath against your lips. The feeling of his stubble tickling your skin. The feeling of his warm, dry lips pressed against yours.
But, for him, it was a slow, steady motion. He took his time. He pulled you closer, his hands moving from the door and cupping the back of your head and your waist.
The kiss was soft. Gentle. Nothing rushed.
He held you like you were fragile. Like you were made of porcelain and could break at any moment. He could, theoretically, but he would rather go through Cassandraâs entire repertoire of torture than hurt you.
He lifted you up. Your legs wrapped around his waist, and your arms around his neck, his own pulling you closer, his fingers digging into your skin.
You tasted exactly how you were. Pure. Sweet.
Like heaven.
He was sure he was leaving that of the bitter alcohol he had downed on your lips, but you didn't seem fussy about it.
Not that he could focus on anything else, anyway.
He was too distracted by the way his tongue danced with yours.
Too focused on the taste of your mouth.
Too distracted by the way your hands made themselves a home in his wet hair. They would tug every once in a while, releasing a groan he hadnât known was there.
He was too distracted to care.
He was too lost in your scent. Wade always called him that character from that shity vampire movie due to his nose.
He always disagreed until you happened to mention the resemblance. Then, and only then, did he see the logic.
And you saw the logic here, tooâthe logic of how good you melted together. Experiencing it now made him question his decision to stay away.
If it was always going to be this good, this intoxicating, he shouldâve done it a long time ago.
He should've taken the chance.
It would've saved the two of you a lot of frustration, and a lot of headaches.
But it didn't matter. He was here now.
And, as his foot broke into the door, mouth still latched onto yours, with him figuring his way about your apartment, he thought:
It doesn't matter.
As long as Iâm here.
As long as youâre in my arms.
It doesn't matter.
Fortunately, that meant he didnât have to wake up to that toupee-stapled face every morning, as he had so dreadfully imagined.
Unfortunately, it also meant that the next time he saw Wade, he would have to deal with him talking his ears off about what had transpired.
But, for now, he could live with that.
He was more focused on the fact on making sure you werenât regretting your choice.
Because he sure as fuck didnât.
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skz + sharing
you know what i'm talkin' about. [re-upload from @chvnlix!]



MDNI (18+) - Sexual Content, Pure Smut, literally no fluff. Just sex.
genre: smut pairing: ot8 [duos] x implied fem!reader warnings: sharing is caring <3
I have to thank one of my LOVELY anons who reblogged a LOT of my work - thank you, angel!! you're doing us all a great service by gathering these so I can repost them for others to see once more <333 hahaha
chris will share you with any of the boys - after a certain point in your relationship. it starts because of the younger aussie ogling you when you come to visit them during dance practice - and later that night chris found him outside his bedroom mid-fuck, pulling open the door to drag the other man inside and gesture to your bare body on his bed. you're panting, chest heaving and eyes lidded as you stare over at felix. he's choked up with pink cheeks, but only ten minutes later he's throat deep eating your pussy until you're gasping and choking on your tears. chris, ultimately after that, is more than happy to watch and help the others please you the same way he does. felix is more often than not the one popping around when he hears you two fucking, though. (and minho. minho comes along a lot, too.)
minho will share you with hyunjin. the two share the same lookdown on you sexually. you're smaller than them in every way, so they're both more than happy to pin you against the sheets and fuck into you until you're braindead and your eyes are rolling back into your skull. though minho isn't one to just sit back - he needs to be involved, either fucking your face while hyune takes your pussy or sucking marks over your tits while hyune eats you out with your thighs squeezing around his head. and they're absolutely going to take turns flipping you around and holding you down by your throat as they use you like you're nothing but a free use slut.
changbin will share you with jeongin. it's something about watching the youngest of the group fuck a woman who's older - and hearing him call you noona is just too cute. he's more the type to watch while it happens, absolutely in awe at the way you take charge with jeongin but not with him. you'll ride the maknae until he's damn near in tears, the mattress caving each time and bouncing and squeaking under your movements - or you'll sit on jeongin's face and rock your hips back and forth until he's sputtering and drooling and clawing at your thighs for air, which you absolutely won't give him until his ears are pink.
hyunjin will share you with changbin. hyune takes pride in his arms, in his strength and being able to hold you up while he fucks into you - but watching changbin do it is something else. it makes a rouse of jealousy stir in his chest the first time he invites the older man to fuck with you two, but the jealousy just fuels his lust and he ends up being more rough than ever. changbin is happy to kiss over your body and up your throat while hyunjin holds you by the wrists, pounding into you from behind and keeping you sat up on your knees as you whine. only when you're really putty in their hands is when he'll hand you over, knowing he did that to you - put you in that state - before letting changbin pick you up and press your back to the wall to fuck up into you.
jisung will share you with felix. the sunshine twins take pride in being able to take care of you together, and felix loves it so much when jisung hints at letting him in the bedroom with you. he'll sit back at first and let felix worship over your body until you're squirming and begging for one of their cocks - or both - before moving to your side to whisper sweet nothings and join in on the worshipping. jisung'll get more mushy than ever, fucking into you so sweetly and letting felix use your mouth or your hands or whatever he wants, before letting him have his own turn. one at a time, just to be gentle with you. and they'll both cover you in cum and grin when you're giggling, claiming you're not done and want to keep going. (though they're soft now, that doesn't mean there isn't times they'll invite you to the studio during late hours and fuck you on the couch or up against the desk.)
felix will share you with minho. he's more than happy to start things off and get your clothes on the floor before getting to the good stuff - and minho is too impatient to sit back and just watch the entire thing. he'll let you know he wants you by pressing his cock straining in his jeans right up against your hip, caging you between himself and felix while sucking marks all over your skin. he's the type to leave his presence on you - and felix doesn't seem to mind it at all. they'll fuck into you at the same time, either spitroasting or dp if you're down for it - and though felix would be alright with being done whenever, minho is the type to force multiple orgasms from you until he's satisfied. it leads to long, long nights.
seungmin will share you with jisung. it's a different dynamic, the two. seungmin is happy to shove you around and onto the bed, watching you trip over yourself and let him pull your shorts right off you to land a few hard smacks against your ass. he likes to watch you squirm - and so does jisung, of course. but he'll knead at the handprints seungmin left on you and caress over them to soothe the sting. the dynamic is also different in the sense that jisung is a needy lover. he'll rut into you like a rabbit wanting to breed, barely even pulling out before hitting your cervix with the tip of his cock. he refuses to be so far from you, too impatient and wanting to pull out all the way and leaving you moaning loud; choking and gasping and bouncing back and forth against the mattress beneath you. and when seungmin finally gets his turn it'll be the complete opposite - smooth and long strokes that make you whining for him to go just a little faster - which he of course won't listen to.
jeongin will share you with seungmin. mean, mean, mean. rough dominant men that press the side of your face into the wall, holding you by the back of your neck and slapping your ass so hard that your cheeks are pink and burning by the time they're done. the types to chuckle about it all and barely say anything to you the entire time they fuck you, using your throat until it's raw and you're drooling, tears streaking down your cheeks and jaw sore from being slack. jeongin will let seungmin do whatever he wants - use you however he wants, whatever hole, however fast. and he's the type to keep you busy and occupied even when seungmin is fucking into you, one leg thrown over his shoulder while jeongin keeps his index and middle fingers pushing down on your tongue as you stare up at him with tears in your eyes. he'll coo and watch spit pool, sliding down your cheeks while you gag and whine.
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playing a prank on them | ft. hq boys
-> rq: how would the hq boys react to you doing the TikTok trend where you wake them up in the middle of the night to play uno? (click HERE for TikTok trend! anon also explains it in their original request which is also linked :3)
-> pairings: miya atsumu, tsukishima kei, akaashi keiji, kuroo tetsuro x gn!reader | sfw | cw: cursing, i proofread this but also did i really⊠, akaashi is super sweet here so that is either ooc or super in character to some of u freaks | genre: fluff | wc: 1400 | mlist

â MIYA ATSUMU !
Atsumu is a deep sleeper and it normally takes him about one hour or so to fully wake up, but when he realizes heâs fallen asleep mid-game, he immediately locks in. It makes sense since heâs the most competitive man youâve ever met⊠but also what the fuck is wrong with him.
I think he realizes itâs a prank because you canât stop laughing but he doesnât even care because he wants to win.
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â Your boyfriend may be the deepest sleeper in the entire universe. When setting up the prank, you had dropped your phone on him, opened the deck of cards loudly, and turned on the overhead lightâ all while he snored peacefully. If you googled the phrase, âsleeping like a rock,â youâre almost positive a picture of him would pop up.
Shaking his shoulders forcefully, you call his name, ââTsumu! Wake up!â Frowning when he groans, still asleep, you shake harder, ââTsumu!â
Half lidded, he mumbles, âWhatâs goinâ on?â Itâs cute, you think. His tousled hair coupled with the hazy look on his face. So cute that your choked-back laughter rises to the surface.
âUno, babe,â You chuckle, âWeâre playing Uno.â
âWeâre playinâ...â He drawls out, opening his eyes and finally noticing the cards, âYeah, thatâs rightâŠâ He says, sitting up in bed and setting one down. His expression is so serious that you burst into a fit of giggles, your face growing hot from the silliness of it all.
âWhat âre ya laughinâ for?â Atsumu pouts, gesturing with his free-hand, brows furrowing, ââS yer turn now.â
Tears are forming in your eyes now. Wiping them with the sleeve of your shirt, you laugh softly, âWe werenât actually playing Uno. I pranked you.â
You expect him to whine in typical Atsumu manner, but instead, he shakes his head, still focused, âI donât give a damn if we werenât playinâ in the first place, we gotta finish.â
Now itâs your turn to be confused. Smiling at him in amusement, you chuckle again, re-explaining yourself, âNoâ I mean, we were never playing. Itâs this trend on TikTok whereââ
ââS still your turn.â He repeats, cutting you off, eyes laser-focused on the game in such a way that you know heâs not letting this slide.
Sighing, you place a card down.
As soon as you do, Atsumu nods, satisfied, then leans back against the headboard, crossing his arms like heâs about to make his next big move.
You canât help but laugh again. Heâs ridiculous.

â TSUKISHIMA KEI !
Youâre super thorough when setting up the prank, but unfortunately, your boyfriendâs lowkey chronically online so he catches on immediately. He thinks itâs a really stupid joke, but itâs also two in the morning so what does he know.
Crankiest guy ever when woken up, but he loves you, so he tries to be somewhat nice. You are literally the only one who can get away with doing this to him.
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â âKei,â You say in a hushed tone, hardly able to contain your giggles. Lips quirked up into a sly grin, you tap your boyfriend gently on the shoulderâ voice teetering on the edge of a whisper-yell, âCâmon, itâs your turn.â
His eyes flutter open and adjust to the light. He stares at you like youâve just spoken to him in another language. Too tired to act irritated, but awake enough to know heâs annoyed, he mumbles, âWhat the fuck are you talking about?â
You gesture for him to look down, and when he notices the cards in his hand, he sighs. Without another word, he tosses them to the side and rolls over in bed, stealing a majority of the covers.
Nudging his back with your foot, you frown, âDonât ignore me. Itâs your turn.â
âNo, itâs not,â He mumbles, voice thick with sleep and laced with subtle defiance, âNow go back to sleep.â
âWhat? Butââ
âIâve seen this trend before,â He cuts you off, sounding much too smug despite being drowsy, âGood try, though.â
Sighing, you start to clean the cards up, mumbling profanities under your breath. You can hear the faintest of snickers coming from his side of the bed.
âItâs not funny!â You pout, glaring at his backside.
âYes, it is,â He replies, and you can picture the stupid grin on his face as he drifts back into a comfortable slumber, leaving you to stew in your Uno-induced defeat.

â AKAASHI KEIJI !
Keiji is a pretty light sleeper so youâre honestly surprised you were even able to set the prank up in the first place. I think it would be funny if you forgot to put his glasses on him so he literally cannot see LMAOOO.
Wakes up panicked because he thinks something bad has happened ;-; He is so sweetie pieâŠjust let him sleep please.
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â âKeiji!â You whisper-shout, poking your boyfriendâs cheek, âKeiji!âÂ
He wakes immediately to the sound of your apparent distress, his mind instantly alert and anticipating danger. With panicked-filled eyes, he jolts upright, sheets pooling at his waist to reveal his black-shirt-clad frame, âWhat?â He gasps, gaze falling to you to ensure youâre alright, âWhat is it?âÂ
He looks so startled that you almost feel guilty for the prank altogether.Â
Almost.Â
âEverythingâs fine,â You reassure him, barely keeping it together, you gesture to the cards in his hand, âBut itâs your turn.âÂ
Only then does his mind relax enough to notice the Uno cards. His expression morphs from one of panic to embarrassment.Â
âIâm sorry, loveâ He murmurs, rubbing the drowsiness from his eyes. Squinting at the cards, he sighs and lays them face down on the mattress, âI didnât mean to fall asleep.â His voice is soft and apologeticâ like heâs let you down in some way.
Okay, now you feel guilty.Â
âCan we finish tomorrow?â Keiji asks, âWorkâs been tiring from all the deadlines, and I reallyââ
The words die on his lips when you throw your arms around him and plant a kiss on his cheek. His arms wrap around you instinctively and he returns the kiss, albeit, a little confused, âWhat was that for?âÂ
Hugging him tighter, you mumble into his neck, âThere was no game, it was a prank. Iâm sorry.âÂ
Relaxing into your embrace, he chuckles, âI thought something was up.âÂ
âAnd you went along with it anyways?â You tilt your head, looking at him in amusement, âWhy?âÂ
 âBecause I like playing Unoâ He smiles, pulling you closer. You can feel the cards press against your body as you lean into him, but you donât mind. He kisses you on the forehead and looks at you in adoration, âAnd you.â
â KUROO TETSUROÂ !
Kuroo sleeps with his mouth open and has the nastiest case of bedhead youâve ever seenâ which makes it kind of difficult for you to set the prank up without laughing. He also has a silk sleep mask laid over his eyes, and that doesnât really help your case with being discreet, but you do end of successfully removing it before waking him up so he doesnât get suspicious.
When he wakes up, heâs confused, but he goes along with it and probably wins because he takes card games very seriously.
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ââTetsu,â You coo, tapping his arm gently, âTetsu~âÂ
âWha..?â He mumbles, looking at you, disorientated from being woken up so suddenly. His eyes glance from your expectant face down to the cards in his hand, and he wordlessly places a +4 down.Â
Trying to contain your laughter, you snicker triumphantly as you place another +4 down in response to his play, irises shining with delight at how easily heâs fallen for your trick.Â
He hums thoughtfully at this and you have to hold yourself back from cackling evilly. Your smugness is short-lived; however, when a satisfied look creeps over his face. Itâs the kind of look he only gets when he knows heâs about to win.Â
A feeling of impending doom washes over you when you realize you forgot to check what cards you gave him.Â
âNoâŠâ You plead, eyes begging for mercy, âI thought you loved me.âÂ
âSorry, babe,â He smiles, a picture of innocence as he places yet another +4 on top of yours, âLove doesnât matter when it comes to Uno.â
Staring at the stacked cards in horror, you chuckle sheepishly, âYou knowâ itâs late. Letâs just go to bed.âÂ
âNo, no,â He says, grinning widely. For a man who was asleep moments ago, he looks more awake than ever, âI think Iâm winning.â
âa/n: I have a WIP of this trend with Shoyo so lmk if you want a part 2 :). rq more characters if youâd like bc idk who else to write abtâŠ
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Autistic Littles!
Hello there! This post is for caregivers who care for littles who are autistic. Here's some ways to help with meltdowns or times when autism is being meaner than usual! (All from my personal experience as someone with autism! Not everyone is the same!)
First, let's start with some of the possible warning signs of a meltdown! 1. Sensory Issues worse than usual -> Textures may be described as "wrong" or "bad" -> Things may be perceived as louder than they actually are -> Things may be perceived as brighter than they actually are -> Room feels like it's closing in around you 2. May become more irritable -> May be more prone to snapping or having an attitude -> Could possibly be described as more "stubborn" 3. Trouble communicating -> Being non-verbal for a prolonged amount of time -> Trouble expressing feelings or emotions -> Could also speak faster than usual or slower than usual -> Saying things like "I don't know what's wrong" or "I can't figure out what's happening" 4. Difficulty taking care of self -> Forgetting to eat/not wanting to -> Not sleeping as they normally would -> Not having the motivation or energy to do basic tasks 5. Isolation -> This is a big warning sign! -> Not wanting to go out/leave the house/leave their room -> Struggling when they do leave their space 6. Increase in stimming (whether super noticeable stims, or more passive ones) -> Hand flapping, rocking, mouth popping, hair fidgeting, fidgeting with hands, etc These are some of the possible warning signs, but everyone is different. Now, here's some ways you can help a little experiencing this.
~Be patient and understanding. Autism can be scary outside of littlespace, but it can be scarier when little. Try not to get angry or frustrated. ~Avoid yelling or any other loud noises ~Don't force them to talk or communicate. Sometimes it's better to just have someone there ~Listen if they do try and communicate their needs. ~Going along with the one above, but don't feel hurt or like you did something wrong if they ask to be left alone or tell you they need space. Sometimes having someone around is too much and they might just need to process their emotions on their own. ~Communicate on ways to help once the meltdown seems to subside ~Remember that everyone is different. What you've seen work for someone might not work for someone else. It varies (which is why communication is good) ~Try to give suggestions if sensory issues is something that's a main struggle ("Try changing into comfy clothes" "Try a different blanket" "Turn off the TV?" "Turn off the lights?") Just trying to figure out what helps and what doesn't ~Offer a distraction if that's what they need (Ask about hyperfixations, even if you already know the answers to the questions. One of the good ones for me that always seems to come up is dinosaurs <3)
Remember: It's okay if something you do doesn't help. That's how you learn and you know not to do that thing next time. It's okay <3 You're doing great
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I love you
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Pairing: Og8 X gn reader
Summary: When the public finds out you're dating your boyfriend, the fans have a lot to say.
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 4.7K
A/N: I have to admit, to whomever requested this, I made this a lot more fluffy and lighthearted than I was originally going to. Some of these are a little more serious than others, but I layered a few jokes in, so I hope it makes you laugh. No matter if you date a k-pop idol or not, some opinions of people are just that; opinions (stupid and irrelevant) Live your best life and do what makes you happy <3
_ _ _
Chan:Â
âI could really use some inspiration,â Chan called over his shoulder. âSo if you find yourself growing bored or getting cold or-âÂ
âNot interested,â you mumbled. You took another sip of your drink and continued scrolling through your phone. You didnât bother to look up when you responded.Â
Ever since Dispatch released a photo of you and Chan, the fandom was in shambles. Half of them were defending you and the other half was planning ways to end your life. Chan told you to ignore what people said, but it was about impossible to ignore when your social media accounts were being bombed every few seconds.
Every refresh sent new hate tweets and every time you opened Instagram, you were tagged in more and more photos. You had to turn off your Insta comments because they were flooded with hate. Ever since it happened, youâd been glued to your phone. Every new hate comment was another chip at your heart.Â
Chan was sitting at his laptop and working on stringing the vocals of another song together. Most of the song was being arranged by another producer, but he wanted the beginning to sound a certain way. Chains clanked, a certain whistle sounded, and then the bass dropped.Â
Heâd been working at it for over an hour and he was expecting you to come curl into his lap like you usually did, but as time went on, you stayed behind him on the studio couch. He tried to focus, but it was driving him insane, he just wanted you for five minutes. You were too busy with your nose in your phone to notice.Â
He finally shut his laptop, stretched his arms above his head, and he let out a groan. He leaned back and kicked his feet to push him away from the desk. At any time, youâd take notice, rush over, and practically jump on him, but you didnât.Â
He waited five seconds and then ten. Thirty trickled into forty and then he scraped his foot along the floor to face you. âOkay, whatâs got you so obsessed that you canât even look at me? Youâve been on your phone for so long. Did you find someone else to replace me?âÂ
You finally glanced over at his voice. Your head slightly shook and you hesitated, but clicked your phone off. âI havenât, but maybe you should find someone else to replace me. The fans are saying that youâre out of my league.âÂ
âThose that are saying that arenât my fans. Those are cunts that will-âÂ
âYou canât call your fans cunts, Chan.âÂ
âItâs the Aussie way!âÂ
âItâs the way to get your ass in trouble if management hears you.âÂ
âAnd thatâs why theyâre not here and itâs just us.â He opened his arms and sat back in his chair. âCome here. Come give me the love that I deserve. Let me love you.âÂ
Your face softened as you stared at him. His hands clinked as he made grabby hands in your direction. âCome on! You know you want me. You want me soooo bad.âÂ
âYouâre a child, I swear.â You let your phone lay, placed your beverage on the coffee table, and headed over to him.Â
He giggled, wrapped his arms around your waist, and jerked you onto his lap. You barely had time to understand it before you were straddling his lap. He cooed and squeezed you tightly as he slightly rocked back and forth in the chair.Â
âWhoâs the cutest of them all? You are. Whoâs the prettiest and the best? You are.âÂ
âYouâre talking to me the exact way you talk to Berry.âÂ
âAnd thatâs why I know that you secretly love it. You always get cuteness aggression when I do that, donât you?â He reached up and gently squeezed your cheeks in his hands. A baby voice slipped out and his dimpled smile grew.Â
You couldnât help, but burst into laughter as the tip of his nose bumped yours and he gently tickled the sides of your torso. _ _ _Â
Minho:Â
âAre you praying or meditating?â Minho asked as he joined you at the breakfast table. A plate of scrambled eggs and toast was sat down in front of you. âYou should finish quickly, preferably before your food gets cold.âÂ
Your hands were clenched tight and you sat straight up in the wooden chair. Your nostrils flared as you sucked in a deep breath through your nose and let it out through your mouth. Your eyes remained shut as you finally spoke.Â
âIâm sending out a message to whatever grand and divine divinity is listening out there.âÂ
âThatâs new for you.â He grabbed a fork and scooped up a pile of yellowed eggs. âSo enlighten me, what made you find religion at seven in the morning?â He took the bite and began to chew.Â
âMay God give me the strength to not tell Minhoâs fans to sit on my middle finger and swivel.âÂ
He stopped chewing and his eyes grew wide. Your own eyes opened and met him. For a brief moment, the two of you held eye contact. It was quickly ruined by Minhoâs bubbly laughter turning into a choke. Bits of half-chewed scrambled eggs hit your face and your look of disgust only made him laugh harder.Â
He swallowed the remnants, grabbed his napkin, leaned over the table, and wiped the moist bits away. âIâm so sorry, but you shouldnât have said that while I was chewing. You could have waited until I swallowed.âÂ
âThis is their fault too.âÂ
âWhat could they have possibly done to make you so enraged at this early in the morning?âÂ
âOne of your so-called fans went viral on TikTok. Take a guess as to why that was.â Your arms crossed over your chest and you scowled.Â
âWhy?âÂ
âBecause they lurked on my Instagram and found a post that I posted two years ago. You know how I regularly volunteer at the animal shelter?â He hummed softly. âWell, they found that post and they found the caption where I admitted that I was a dog person!âÂ
âAnd?âÂ
âTheyâre ripping me to shreds for it! Theyâre claiming that weâre not compatible because Iâm a dog person! Who does that? And theyâre all on TikTok like-â Your voice grew high-pitched as you began to mock the comments that you recounted in your head.Â
He stared at you and a fond smile appeared on his face. Too engaged in your discourse, you didnât realize how silly you sounded. You went on and on and on until he stopped you. âAre you done yet?âÂ
You huffed and threw yourself back in your seat. âYes. No. Maybe. I donât know.âÂ
âDefinitely a dog person. If a cat person was in your situation, we just would have posted photos with more cats to piss them off more.âÂ
âYouâre not helping.âÂ
âI didnât ever imply I was going to help the situation. Thatâs called comedy. I might go on Bubble and agree with them. What about that?âÂ
You glared at him and all he could do was chuckle. Without missing a beat, your middle finger went up. âSit and swivel.â
âYou first, sweetheart.âÂ
_ _ _Â
Changbin:Â
âAnd you know what they say,â Changbin whispered as his eyes drooped. âA chicken breast a day keeps the muscles swole and slay.â Half asleep, his words turned into utter nonsense.Â
Meanwhile, your hands were on your cheeks in the bathroom attached to your bedroom. With the door wide open, you werenât really paying attention to his words. You were focused on pulling your eyebrows up and pushing your nose down.Â
âChangbin?âÂ
âNo, Hyunjin hasnât bought me my diamond ring yet.âÂ
âHuh?â
He blinked and jerked upright in bed. His sleepy eyes found you leaning against the bathroom door frame with a frown on your face. âWhat did you say?âÂ
âI called your name. Do my facial features look weird to you? Ever since the news broke about us dating, they keep calling me ugly. Thatâs the one prominent thing they keep commenting on.âÂ
You glanced back to the bathroom mirror with a deepened frown. âAre my eyebrows the issue?â You stepped back inside, stood to the side, and sighed. A finger brushed down the slope of your nose. âMaybe thatâs the issue?âÂ
âNo, Felix, you canât crawl in my muscles and live inside of them forever.âÂ
Your eyebrows narrowed as you jerked your head back to the room. Changbinâs head tipped down to his chest and his messy black hair sat in every direction. âWhat did you say about Felix?âÂ
He groaned, his head jerked up, and he rubbed his eyes. âWhat about the fans?âÂ
âThey keep calling me ugly.âÂ
âWHAT?â He kicked and scrambled, nearly tangling within the blankets trying to get up. The sound of a loud thud sent you running back to the entrance to check on him.Â
When you peered around the frame, he was pushing himself off the floor. âNo, no, no!â Both of his fingers wagged as he marched in your direction. âI wonât stand for that kind of nonsense! Ugly? Maybe their personalities are ugly and just plain RUDE.âÂ
âBut they keep-âÂ
âNuh-uh.â He placed a hand on your hip and spun you around to face the bathroom. âI donât care what they say. Theyâre not dating you and that means that their opinions are irrelevant.âÂ
He bent down and scooped you up. Your arm went behind your head and you allowed him to carry you back to bed. He bent down, pulled down the blankets, and gently laid you down. âThe two of us are going to bed because weâre sleepy and you know what?â
âWhat?âÂ
âWhen people are sleepy, the opinions of others start to matter.â He pulled the sheet over you and then a blanket. âWe donât like when that happens, do we?â His head shook. âNo we donât, so we get some sleep.âÂ
âAre you gentle parenting me, right now?âÂ
 âShush.â He patted the top of your forehead fondly and added another blanket. Another blanket was followed by a final blanket and he stood back to take in the scene.Â
You were covered up your chin with all the heavy bedding. He nodded, walked towards you, and pressed a soft kiss on your forehead. âAnd what do we do when weâre sleepy and the opinions of others start to affect us?âÂ
âWe go to sleep, I think.âÂ
âDo you know why?âÂ
Your head shook.Â
âBecause we donât take criticism from people that weâd never go to for advice. That includes meaningless conversations online from faceless accounts. Sleeping also helps reset the brain, so when we can wake up, we can feel fresh and rejuvenated.âÂ
âI like that quote.âÂ
He hummed, walked around the bed, and crawled next to you. A hand shifted beneath your back and he tugged your body against his. âI like that quote too. Now please, go to sleep.âÂ
âWhatâd you say earlier about Hyunjin not buying you a ring yet?âÂ
âShut up and sleep.â _ _ _Â
Hyunjin:Â
âBabe, itâs not that serious.âÂ
Your heart clenched at the words and you swallowed the hurt in your throat. You stared at the phone in your hand, clicked it off, and gently laid it off to the side. Hyunjin just got home from work and all day, youâd been dealing with the aftermath of your relationship leaking to the public.Â
Horrible and terrible things were being said about you. You tried not to let it bother you, but things tended to be taken to heart. A few videos were leaked by fans who stumbled upon you and you and Hyunjin were in an argument over something stupid. The fans caught it on tape and since then, youâd been called a variety of curse words under the sun.Â
âDo you think Iâm flawed for taking things too seriously?â You asked after a wave of silence broke between you. âBecause even your fans agree, just by one video, that I take things too seriously.âÂ
On the other end of the living room, his face fell. âI didnât mean it like that. The argument that we were having, they donât understand that we banter like that all the time. Just because you view life through a different lens, it doesnât mean itâs a bad thing.âÂ
He pushed himself from the recliner and headed to your end of the couch. âIâm sorry for acting like itâs nothing. Iâve just learned that most fan discourse is to be ignored. Theyâre always assuming or seeing things that arenât really there. Itâs an endless void and if you let yourself drown in it, youâll be miserable.â
âI didnât consider that youâve never dealt with issues like this before.â He plopped down beside you and tugged you into his lap. âWhatever they say and whatever stupidity that they come up with, it doesnât define you. I wouldnât be with you if I hated you.âÂ
âTheir opinions are irrelevant and a lot of what youâre hearing, itâs anger from their own insecurities. You were meant for me and thatâs just how it is. Iâm not meant to live a life following the opinions of others and neither are you.âÂ
âMy opinion was the right opinion,â you mumbled. âI just donât see how they could agree with you over a stupid idea.âÂ
He playfully scoffed. âNuh-uh! Mine was the right one.âÂ
âWho doesnât like eggplants?âÂ
He groaned and threw up his hands in disbelief. He shoved you back towards the arm of the couch and threw himself onto his back. âBECAUSE WHY WOULD YOU? Were you born sick?âÂ
Youâd keep fighting him about this topic, not necessarily because you loved eggplants, but because you liked watching his theatrical reactions.Â
_ _ _Â
Han:Â
âOkay, youâre not talking and itâs really starting to freak me out. What more do you want from me? Honey? Youâre not chatting like you usually do.âÂ
âYeah, I know.â You shrugged and let yourself relax against the porch swing. The metal frame had a canopy above it and the two of you were enjoying the last tendrils of the setting sun.
Milky pink, soft blue, and a dusting of fireball red swirled around the sky. Han was crisscrossed in his socks while he talked about his day. Usually, youâd be piping in with comments or asking him questions, but today, you just occasionally hummed.Â
You focused on the sky and you let your feet gently sway your body back and forth. He continued rambling and rambling and rambling. Usually, the two of you bounced from topic-to-topic, but when you didnât utter a word after his third story, he frowned.Â
âAre you listening to me?âÂ
âMmhm.âÂ
âThen why arenât you talking? Are you mad at me?âÂ
Your eyes found his and your head shook. âNo, I just thought you might like it better if I was quiet for once. I donât always need to be saying things and interrupting your conversations. We always change directions and I thought itâd be nice for you to finish a story without you being distracted.âÂ
âBut I love when the conversation diverts elsewhere and we talk about other things before coming back. Itâs really fun and I like it.âÂ
âDo you really or are you just saying that to make me feel better?âÂ
He pushed himself to sit up and let his legs fall to the ground. âWhy would I lie about that?âÂ
âYour fans think Iâm too loud and too much. I guess I got worried that maybe you think that too. I get so happy and excited to talk to you. I donât mean to be so loud, but IââÂ
âDonât ever apologize for existing loudly. I love knowing you exist and knowing that you want to interact with me. Itâs one of my favorite parts of the day, so please never stop.âÂ
âYou mean it?â You whispered softly.Â
âWith my whole entire heart.â He leaned closer and pressed his lips to yours. Your eyes slipped shut and you let your body relax. When he pulled away, his eyes twinkled beneath the fading rays of sunlight. âCan I do that again?âÂ
âDo you really have to ask?âÂ
He grinned and leaned forward to kiss you again.Â
_ _ _Â
Felix:Â
âBabe! Babe! Babe!â Felix burst into your room beaming. âI did it! I did it! Iâm not bronze anymore! I finally got a higher rank!âÂ
Your eyes widened and you spun around in your gaming chair. On your head, your headphones sat on your ears and your microphone was on. You shot Felix a look of panic and his face fell. âOh, shit,â he whispered.Â
Dating the love of your life was easy, but it was harder when you earned your living by streaming gaming content and Felix was an idol. With such public lives, the two of you werenât sure how to break the news. Felix wasnât even sure if his company would allow it, so when he found a significant other, he just never told them.Â
Awkwardly, he grimaced and backed out of the room. Your eyes squeezed shut as you internally cursed and spun yourself back to face the ongoing livestream.Â
âIS THAT FELIX FROM STRAY KIDS?âÂ
âIf the fans donât kill you first, jyp will.âÂ
âHoly FUCK, when did that happen?âÂ
âAnd if I said that never happened and the stream glitched?â You laughed nervously and tried to play it off. Your eyes went back to your game and you tried to breathe and not panic, but it wasnât working.Â
It didnât help that when you glanced over, the chat was being filled with hate. People were fuming about you having a significant other. Others were fans of Stray Kids and they were pissed off that you of all people were dating their favorite idol.Â
âSo how about we talk about something else? Like how you guys have been doing or literally anything else?â You forced a laugh, but it didnât help. More and more comments were rolling in.Â
When you caught wind of more hatred, you blinked rapidly, trying not to cry. Not to mention, the level you were playing, your character kept dying. Too shaken up by the events, your fingers werenât as quick as they usually were.Â
After about five minutes of torture, the door to your room flung open and caused you to jump. You glanced back over your shoulder to find an angry Felix striding into the room. Before you could stop him, he pulled your chair away from your camera set up.Â
âOkay, thatâs it, itâs me.â He got on his knees, so he was in the camera frame. âIâd really appreciate it if you wouldnât be mean to my significant other in the gaming chat. Theyâve worked so hard to get to this point and I donât think itâs fair that youâre making this about me now.â
âFelix, you donât have to-âÂ
âDo you know how hard it is to date a gamer when youâre stuck on bronze?â He continued.Â
âYou should date someone with a real job.âÂ
Felix read the comment and frowned. Without missing a beat, he responded. âAnd I think you should get a real life instead of hiding behind a screen with a Skibidi Toilet profile picture.âÂ
You gently placed a hand on his shoulder, reminding him that he didnât have to do this. He reached up, gently placed his hand on top of yours, and squeezed you back. He didnât have to do this, but he wasnât going to let you deal with the masses alone.Â
He thought the Skibidi Toilet meme was stupid, so it felt like knocking down two birds with one stone.Â
_ _ _Â
Seungmin:Â
âAre you going to take a break anytime soon? Youâve been busy for the past few hours and I told you that I was going to take you out to dinner.âÂ
âCould you give me another hour?â You glanced up from your spot on the floor. In your hand, a screwdriver and in the other hand, you were holding a shelf of a smaller book shelf that you were trying to put together.Â
âUmâŠâ Seungminâs head tipped and he frowned. âYeah, I guess. Did you get a burst of inspiration or something? Youâve been working in this room the entire day. You stripped the carpet, you put in those hardwood sections that I told you Iâd help you with. Now,â he gestured to the bookshelf, âyouâre building furniture.âÂ
You shrugged, âI just wanted to get our room prepared. Itâs harder to move between an apartment and a house if the rooms arenât ready, so I thought Iâd just spend the day fixing it up.âÂ
âButâŠâÂ
âBut?â You echoed.Â
He wanted to point out your short attention span and tell you that this certainly wasnât like you. He wanted to ask if you were okay or mentally unwell, but you looked bored by the conversation. Your eyes continued to wander back to the instruction booklet to make sure you were placing pieces together properly.Â
âNever mind, just call me when youâre ready and weâll go.âÂ
You watched him spin around and leave. Your attention went right back to the bookcase. Ever since you caught wind of his fans calling you lazy, you were forcing yourself to be more self-disciplined.Â
Seungmin did it with such ease. Even when he didnât want to do things, he pushed himself harder. Maybe that meant staying longer to learn a dance or it meant taking extra vocal lessons. Perhaps, it was just spending extra time in the recording booth to nail vocals. Seungmin seemed to get the whole self-perseverance thing, but you were different. Â
Tasks were more difficult for you to get through. Having a short attention span didnât help and oftentimes, you found yourself getting distracted or doing other things. Motivation was hard to come by for you. You were trying to work on self-discipline, but it was a long process.Â
You were dubbed lazy by Seungminâs fans after Seungmin made a light-hearted joke in the interview. He called you a homebody and joked that you were like a lazy cat, constantly curled up somewhere and not doing much. It never truly minded Seungmin and it was just a joke, but when the fandom heard it, they werenât happy.Â
They didnât understand how someone with so much go could date someone with such little motivation. It worried them and the lighthearted joke rolled into an entire hate train. Comment after comment was plastered on your feed.Â
Since then, you were trying to make yourself seem useful. You ignored the short attention span of yours and forced yourself to keep going. This was day one of what you had internally dubbed your new life.Â
A shriek a short while later sent Seungmin rushing back to the room you were in. You were there with a hammer and gripping your thumb while you cursed up a storm. He rushed to your side and gently grabbed your hand.Â
âLet me see it. What happened?â He pulled your now red and throbbing thumb away from your other fingers.Â
All you could do was hiss in pain. It took a few seconds before you could admit that you accidentally slammed your thumb, with the hammerâs head, while driving a nail into the side of the wood.Â
âCan you bend it?â Worried eyes found yours.Â
âI donât even want to attempt to do that. It hurts so bad, I wish I was kidding. I can physically feel it swelling up.âÂ
âLetâs put the restaurant on a rain check right now and letâs get you to the doctor.âÂ
He pulled you up by your good hand and led you into the living room. It was there that he helped you slip into your shoes and began tying the strings. You watched him with a frown on your face.Â
âThis is so stupid,â you mumbled, feeling mortified about everything. âYour fans were right and so were you. I have an awful attention span and maybe all Iâm really good for is laying around and being lazy.âÂ
He glanced up at you with a raised eyebrow. âYou havenât seen that your fans are hitting me with hate, have you? You made that joke last week and now Iâve become a failure in their eyes.âÂ
âI have a lot to say about that, but I think we need to get you to the emergency room. Do you think the doctor will IV you? Maybe if I take a photo of it and ask for prayers, theyâll think youâre dying and then theyâll feel awful.âÂ
âThatâs incredibly petty.âÂ
âYeah, well, nobody gets to bully you besides me.âÂ
_ _ _Â
Jeongin:Â
Jeonginâs arms reached out for you and then you dipped down. You ducked away, spun around, and began to talk about your day. Jeonginâs face puckered in displeasure, but he didnât fight it.Â
âHow was your day?â You asked once you were finished.Â
The two of you arrived home at the same time, just like usual. Your days were polar opposite, but it always led to different conversations. You were pretty stationary at your job, but Jeongin was constantly on the move.Â
âIt was okay.â He reached out for your hand, but you tugged it away when you saw him reach for it. âThe guys and I screwed around like usual. We started to learn a new dance and I think by the end of tomorrowâs practice, weâll have it fully down.âÂ
âThat sounds amazing. You guys are really good at learning dances so fast. I donât think I could ever do something that quickly. It takes me a few days to get the dance moves down.âÂ
He hummed and reached out again, but once more, you ignored his outstretched hand and you side-stepped it. When you did it again, he finally reached out, grabbed your hips, shoved you forward, and then shifted you. When he was finished, you stared at him with wide eyes.Â
His hands remained on your hips and he pinned you against a living room stand. Your throat pulsed as you swallowed a loud gulp. His eyes met yours and they narrowed.Â
âWhat?â You finally uttered as you squirmed beneath his gaze. âWhat are you looking at me like that for? What did I do?â
âAre you playing dumb right now, or are you being serious?âÂ
âHuh?â âYou wonât let me touch you. Iâve tried to grab you a few times and you keep wiggling away, like you donât want to be touched. Did I do something wrong yesterday?â He gently squeezed your hips. âI donât know what I did.âÂ
âYou didnât do anything wrong. I justâŠâ You trailed off, not sure if you should tell him or not.Â
âYou just what?âÂ
âThat video that leaked the other day, the fans think Iâm too clingy. I donât want to seem like Iâm suffocating you. I know that youâre not so huge on skin-to-skin contact, but I also didnât realize just how much I do it.âÂ
âI donât want you to feel like you have to do something just because I like it. Youâre allowed to have boundaries in this relationship and if Iâm clinging to you and touching you way too much, then I-â
âDonât finish that sentence.âÂ
Your words halted immediately. Under the scrutiny of his stare, it was getting harder to stay still. You sucked in a deep breath and his fingers squeezed your hips once more.Â
âI know Iâm allowed to have boundaries, but Iâve learned to like your touch. I donât mind it if youâre constantly touching me. If youâre laying on me, curled around my arm, or just holding hands, Iâve learned that I really like it.âÂ
âAre you sure?â You whispered. âBecause truly, if you donât like it-âÂ
âI never admit it because of the guys,â he finally admitted. âIf I admit that I donât mind your skinship, the guys will be all over me. Itâs already bad enough that the seven of them still view me as a helpless teenager.âÂ
A smile cracked at your face. âIt just means that they love you, Innie.âÂ
âAnd I love them, but I also love being grown and being independent. Now enough of that, whereâs my hug? My evening kiss? Iâve had a long day and Iâd really like to be touched.âÂ
âWords of a pervert,â you mumbled beneath your breath.Â
âWhat did you just say?â
âSpoken like a true perv-âÂ
He cut you off by pulling you towards him and connecting your lips.
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thinking about red riding hood laios with big bad wolf shifter!readerâŠ
cw: forest sex, knotting, male!reader, size difference (reader is 3 ft taller than laios), blood (laios gets scratched a bit sooo), reader and laios are obsessed with each other, cock slut laios, everythingâs planned cause laios and reader are FREAKS
your laios looked gorgeous in the outfit you hand picked for him to wear in this⊠lewdly hot scenario he wanted to act out with you.
you knew how fascinated laios was of you, especially with your abilities to transform into any creature at will. you also knew just how blunt he was when it came to his needs, and you willingly fulfilled every single one of his wishes. no matter how outlandish they were. your laios was a creative, horny nerd.
you were enjoying each otherâs company in comfortable silence one day when out of the blue he asked you, âhave we ever had sex in the woods before?â
that question made you cough out your water as laios looked up at you with curious eyes that quickly turned dark. ravenous scenarios popping up in his head left and right. you knew that smile of innocence was fake as he asked you if you wanted to âtry somethingâ. you didnât refuse, of course.
and thatâs how you ended up here.
naked. in your werewolf form. in the middle of the woods. secluded far away from prying eyes. at midnight where the moon was high and creating light bright enough to make the forest visible. but even if it didnât, your night vision wouldâve helped you.
and even if you didnât have your vision, you could track laiosâ scent from miles away. it smells like a mix of nuts and spices. itâs so addicting, you would die happy if it suffocated you.
your cock is already leaking pre at the sight of his ridiculously short frivolous red skirt barely being able to cover his satin panties. the cape attached to his hood sways as he takes cautious steps over leaves and puddles.
he isnât carrying kensuke or any other weapon in his basket. just snacks, tissues, and containers of water for after the fun. the fact that he trusts you that much that youâll protect him makes your heart and cock throb.
when laios purposely steps on a branch, its crunch filling the deafening silence of the forest, it was your signal to make yourself known. your paw makes a loud thump as you step foot from your place behind the tree.
laios trembled in both fear and excitement at the sight of your towering form. the sharp claws on your hands scraping against the bark of the tree, your fluffy chest rising and dropping from your heavy breathing, and tail raised in anticipation.
his eyes drift to the hardened cock hanging between your furry thighs, your balls heavy and ready to be emptied, and your dilated pupils say everything else. hungry. savage. predatory.
show time.
laios turns his heel and bolts away from you. you let out a low growl as you lower your body, place your palms on the ground, and dart after your mate like a wolf chasing its prey. with your increased speed and stamina, laios only ran off ten feet before he was tackled. he gasps when his chest hits the ground.
heâs still as a rock when he feels your claws grip onto his cape. he glances up behind at you in false terror. your razor sharp teeth glinting in the moonlight as you grin devilishly at him.
âwhatâs a pretty thing like you doing in my woods? donât you know better than to go inside someoneâs home unannounced? naughty boyâŠ~â you said mischievously, you suddenly flip laios on his back, making him squeak in surprise. you could clearly see the raging boner tenting his skirt, a tiny wet spot growing from where his twitching cock spilled pre. he quickly closed his legs to block your view, cheeks blooming in red.
âi believe that rude intrudersââ you effortlessly push his legs apart and teared his skirt to shreds, laios cried out in embarrassment as now all he had to cover his privates was his satin panties, âshould be punished.â
laios eyes tear up as he pleads, âi-i didnât know this forest belonged to you. please have mercy!â you laugh cruelly as you lean down to lick his salty tears away. his belly twitches from where your claw rests above his waistband before tearing his panties in two as well. now heâs completely vulnerable beneath your gaze, his cock laying uselessly against his stomach.
âyou really are adorable, naively believing youâll go scott free by saying a simple please.â you flip laios on his chest once again, raising his ass in the air with your palms on his waist, as if he weight nothing. laios grows unbelievably harder. he wishes he had superhuman abilities like you. you were so strong and powerful and cool and hotâ GODS he wanted you to take him already. he freezes when he feels your throbbing cock against his ass.
he wanted to be used for all heâs worth, filled to the brim with hot cum, he loved how your knots forced his hole to stretch out in order to pop inside, oh he loved you so so muchâ
laios sobbed when he felt the tip of your cock prod his well lubed hole, one of your hands left his waist to roughly press against his back so that only his ass was up, obediently presenting to you like a bitch in heat. he felt your labored breaths against the back of his neck as you growled out, âyouâre mine, pretty thing.â
laios claws at the dirt below him as he felt you slip inside him inch after glorious inch. he yelped when the head of your cock nuzzled right against his prostate. you knew laios was ready to start, so you didnât bother with waiting to begin.
you started with a quick but rough pace that left laios moaning helplessly at the great pleasure you gave him. pulling out a few inches before slamming into your mates tight hole, balls slapping wetly against laiosâ ass as pre drips from his cock and makes a puddle of whiteish liquid on the dirt. without warning, laios cums. his body halting abruptly as his climax washes over his body, his eyes roll back when you donât cease your thrust. overstimulation prodding at his nerves like the head of your cock hitting his prostate at every thrust.
you pull your head back to listen for anyone nearby, thankfully you donât. probably because the only thing your senses can focus on is laios. your fingers brushing his hair, your nose overwhelmed with the smell of sex and sweat, laios loud moans and whimpers filling the silence of the forest, your eyes hyper focused on the sight of your pelvis lewdly slapping against his ass. nobody else mattered at that moment but him. your gorgeous laios.
you groan when laios tightened around you, your pace faltering as you felt your belly grow hot and your knot thickening at the base of your cock. laiosâ toes curl when he feels your knot catch on the rim of his asshole, a pure euphoric smile overtaking his features as pleasured tears fill his eyes.
âiâm close, iâm gonna fill you up. wouldâcha like that, pretty thing?â you managed to ask, laios frantically nods his head in a âyesâ motion as he grinds against your growing knot. âyes yes, please do it! i-iâm gonnaââ white pleasure crashes into him again just as your knot pops past his abused rim, locking you inside him as ropes of warm cum fill him until he felt full and hot. Laiosâ legs give up holding his weight as he laid weightlessly on the ground, your palms are the only reason why his ass is in the air. your balls clench for the last time, finally releasing all you had into him before going flaccid.
laios whines when you attempt to pull out, streams of your cum leaking out of him. ânooo, stay inside. you feel so warm, so goodâ hah-â laios pleads, desperately grinding against the base of your cock, trying to find your knot to plug him up again. you chuckle under your breath, you shouldâve known one round wouldnât be enough to satisfy your mate.
laios whimpers when he feels your cock slowly harden inside his loose hole.
a/n: IâM BAAAAACK âïž hope you enjoyed :)
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â ïž HEADS UP: this part features conflict. There's blood, some unintentional self harm, language barriers, and general chaos! â ïž
Human!Damian x Mer!Reader Part 4
Click to read parts 1, 2, and 3 here!
There's another rock sitting on the lip of the tank â one of the painted, water-safe ones they let you have â when Damian and Bruce arrive for dinner.
It's the weekend, meaning the aquarium is closed, and it takes a little more smacking on the surface of the water than usual for you to pop up. You shoot Bruce a disinterested glance, his presence vaguely familiar, then chirp sleepily at Damian, evidently having been awoken from a nap.
"Hey, Prâ" Damian catches himself and fakes a cough, then addresses you by your actual name. You furrow your brow, irritated, but still reach forward to take the offered bucket.
Holding it carefully in one arm, your other, webbed hand nudges the rock into Damian's lap. Damian pockets it with an easy nod, signing Thank You. Delighted, you offer him some crab after splitting the shell open with your teeth. He declines. Oh well; more for you!
Eating in front of Damian is little issue, but having Bruce stare at you so intently makes you turn away, hugging the food to your chest and rumbling quietly. Conversation floats in the air behind you.
" â might already be bonded. How often...swim together?"
"At least twice a....insisted it wasn't harming...wouldn't if I realized...promise."
Hmm. Your mate-to-be sounds upset. You dislike that greatly. You spit a half-chewed carp back into the bucket.
"Damian, I know...not mad at you for...unprecedented, you understand that, right? This...to a wild animal...vastly unintelligent..."
You growled and spun back around, tail swishing around fast enough to make the surface of the tank slightly choppy. Unintelligent?! Who was unintelligent? You learned every stupid spin, squeak, and trick you'd been taught! And your Damian was the brightest, kindest, most special caretaker in this whole place!
Bruce looks at you in confusion. Damian looks at you with awe, because he knows you're smart enough to pick up on the gist of most things, like the conversation they're having with each other. English is not your mother tongue, but you are learning, slowly and steadily. Because you are not unintelligent!
You bare your teeth, snapping them twice at Bruce, and firmly push the half-empty bucket over the lip of the tank. It clatters to the floor, the metal twang echoing around the room loud enough to make your head-fins flatten. Both land creatures jump back to avoid getting fish guts all over their legs (a word you learned recently, because you're very smart!), but Damian comes back to the edge of the tank to soothe you quickly.
"Easy, Princess," he mutters, the nickname slipping out this time. You preen and rest your chin on his extended palm, blinking up at his beautiful, green eyes. Your tail stops swishing as hard, and he seems to ease up at the same time you do. Reading your physical cues and responding accordingly is one of the reasons Damian quickly became your favorite, and this demonstration only hits that nail on the head. "Everything is just fine. Father and I are simply talking." He gestures to your discarded dinner. "Do you want any more?"
You huff and turn your face away. Damian takes your dismissal for what it really is and looks at Bruce next.
"You should apologize."
His father's eyes widen. "For what? I didn't throw a bucket on the ground."
"For the slight regarding their cognitive ability. You hurt their feelings." Damian sounds offended on your behalf. It makes something in your chest thrum pleasantly. "I'll fetch a broom for the mess while you say you're sorry."
"I can grab the broom â" one sharp look from his son quiets Bruce down immediately. You and he both watch Damian leave the room, then the human regards you warily while you regard him with a scowl.
Bruce tries to approach the tank. You bare your teeth and he stops. Good human. Good, rude human. Do not approach. You are very scary and fearsome. You might just use your teeth for something more than food if sufficiently provoked.
"You really can understand me, can't you?" He asks, almost rhetorically. The flat look you give him makes his cheeks flush with color. "You can. That's...fascinating. I've skimmed your file of course â I co-run the aquarium, I have to be knowledgeable of all the animals â but I obviously don't know you like my son does."
Ugh. This land creature uses small words. Damian uses big words, which helps you learn faster even if it's more difficult to latch onto what he's talking about.
Bruce calls your name again, and your eyes snap to his. He looks less embarrassed and more curious. More like he's recognizing you as a being capable of proper thought and not some dumb, prey animal in a big play pen. Something in you becomes less tense.
"I'm sorry," he finally says. "Really. I'm coming from a place of concern, is all. I never intended to hurt your feelings. You mean a lot to my son, and the feeling seems to be mutual. My concern is just...the extent of the feeling. Damian doesn't have many human friends, and hiring him on to help manage the aquarium hasn't encouraged him in that regard. I just don't...I just want him to..."
He trails off and sighs. This time, when Bruce tries to take a step closer, you keep your teeth hidden behind your lips. He perches on the lip of the tank to look at you, blue eyes taking in all your aquatic features. They're pretty, reminding you of the water, but not as pretty as Damian's.
Just for fun, you puff up and flare out all of your fins just to see him flinch back. Your chirping laughter makes Bruce crack his own smile, and he shakes his head.
"I understand why he adores you," he mutters, something fond in his tone. You sway back and forth in the water with a prideful trill. Obviously you adore him back. That's why you gave him your scales, to prove your devotion. As soon as Damian gives you something valuable back, you'll be life-mates! You're so excited!
"I think... I think that's the biggest reason why I have to separate you two."
You freeze when your brain processes what he just said. Damian reenters the room at that moment, carrying a broom and dust pan to sweep up your abandoned meal.
"Those imbecilic interns moved the cleaning supplies again," he scowls, taking care of the food with a shake of his head. "I swear, father, no one knows how to put anything back in this facility. Some days it feels like Tim and I are the only competent people here."
"And your old man, right?" Says Bruce, rising to his feet. Damian doesn't answer that. "Oh, ouch." His teasing tone shifts, becomes earnest and quiet. "You know I only want what's best for you, right, Tadpole?"
"I know," the boy sighs, dumping the food into a nearby garbage can. He turns to face you, smiling, until he sees the fear on your face. "Something wrong?"
You click your tongue and whistle imploringly, lifting a hand out of the water to beckon him closer. Damian moves to comply, but Bruce's hand curling around his arm impedes his progress. You immediately whistle again, more insistent. More distressed.
"Father, let go, they're upset by something. Let me â"
"I can't do that, kiddo," Bruce frowns, firmly but not unkindly. "I'm reassigning them a new primary caretaker. The emotional attachment to you is too detrimental to their life here."
Damian's eyes widen. "You're not serious."
He tries to yank his arm out of Bruce's grip, but the man is taller and stronger than his son. He wraps his other arm around Damian's waist, guiding him towards the doors.
"Father, let go of me! This is not â everything is fine! I-I won't swim in the tank anymore, I won't physically touch them anymore, I promise! Don't do this!"
Your trilling becomes sharper as you note the distress in your beloved's voice. You throw your arms up to the edge of the tank and try to hoist yourself over, but you've never done it without the help of a caretaker, and you slip back into the water with a rough splash. Undeterred, you flick your tail to give you more momentum, scrabbling against the smooth, concrete edge and crooning for Damian.
You see his vibrant, green eyes, focused on you and glittering like your scales. They've never looked so shiny. Instinctively, you know this isn't a positive trait for a land creature to have.
"Stop, please stop! Look at them, they'll get hurt if you take me away," Damian insists, thrashing against his dad. Bruce hangs on tighter, almost dragging him at this point. "Don't â don't, Baba, please, I'm not hurting them at all, I'll figure out how to break off the engagement, I'll do whatever you want!"
"Calm down, Damian," Bruce murmurs, "please, we're gonna talk about this, I promise, but right now you need to â"
Both of them startle when you finally jump out of the tank, hitting the floor with a heavy thud. The hard surface scrapes against your skin and scales in a distinctly uncomfortable way, but you ignore it and start dragging your body towards Damian. Your arms buckle under the strain of maneuvering yourself out of the water, and the flopping of your long, heavy tail isn't helping as much as you'd hoped.
Bruce yanks Damian behind him protectively and pulls a radio off his hip. You hiss and snarl, offended that he would dare think you'd hurt him. Damian tries to duck out from under him, calling to you with obvious concern.
You croon back, the sound low and warbly in your anger, and lunge for him. Scales get scraped painfully off of your tail, leaving a trail of red that you pay no mind. Bruce dodges your clumsy attempts and hoists Damian up by the waist so he doesn't break away either. More of your caretakers burst through the doors, one of them holding a funny, shiny contraption, and there's lots more yelling. They all look as panicked and distressed as you feel.
Good. They should know how much pain they're causing by taking away your precious Damian.
One of the caretakers â named Clark, you think; he comes around mostly to do your health checkups â crouches low and flashes his palms in a show of no ill intent. You reach out with your own palm and lurch forward again, shoving him out of your way. He will not impede you. None of them will.
More scales litter the concrete, stained red with blood. The shiny contraption held in another person's hands â Dick, the loud one you remember â makes a sharp popping noise, and you feel something stab your shoulder.
You flinch back momentarily, palming at it. Damian's distressed yelling reaches a crescendo, and you feel compelled to meet it.
Your jaw clicks from stretching your mouth open so wide. Instinct and rage guide you to draw breath, deeper than you ever have, and bellow.
The resulting sound is a haunting wail, piercing the air around you and making the water in the tank ripple, making the land creatures cry and cover their ears, making the windows rattle and warp. You wail and cry and scream at the injustice, at the audacity of these people to take from you what is yours. You want it back. You want him back. You want Damian!
You see Clark buckle and clutch at his head. You see Dick drop the shiny device that hurt you. You see Bruce grit his teeth and cover one ear, the other busy holding onto Damian.
You see Damian pressing his hands to his ears. You see water running down his face. You see him looking at you with a mixture of fear and upset.
Your mouth falls closed with a snap of your teeth, startled and ashamed. You had hurt Damian. You hurt him and he was scared of you now.
That was not supposed to happen. You didn't mean it.
What have you done?
There's movement in your periphery you pay no mind to. Your back lights up with pain in two more places, and the world slowly starts to spin and lose focus. You stop resisting and slump to the floor, eyes drooping as you continue to look forlornly at Damian.
Damian, who looks back as more tears run down his face. Damian, who is screaming again. Damian, who vanishes through the doors that Bruce finally drags him off to.
You warble miserably and close your eyes, letting the sedatives take you away into a fitful slumber.
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i love youâre writing so much!! keep it up ˶ᔠᔠá”˶
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popstar reader wins an award and drew is the one who hands it to her? like theyâre dating and heâs presenting the award she nominated for!q
forever grateful ⯠DREW STARKEY!
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summary drew giving you an award in one of the categories you were nominated in.
warning(s) none! bunch of cuteness.
Tonight marks the Billboard Music Awards. You've been having a great time with your friends, watching performances, and witnessing award ceremonies. Most importantly, Drew came with you as your plus one, and he will announce the category for which you have been nominated.
Drew was given this opportunity at the time the nominations were first announced. This is crucial for him since he has always wanted to make an award announcement. Drew said previously, "Imagine I announce your name when I present the award."
"Y/N, I can't believe Drew is announcing one of the categories you've been nominated for," Olivia Rodrigo stated before swallowing her water.Â
"Dude, tell me about it," you giggle, "I think it's crazy, and we talked about it today," you explain with hand motions.
The lights dim throughout the arena, indicating that Drew is walking on stage. Your face brightened up as he walked on stage with the envelope in his palm.Â
Drew walks on stage, microphone in hand, with a confident yet slightly anxious smile on his lips. He's dressed in a fine black suit, every bit the heartthrob the world knows him to be, yet your eyes is drawn to the faint twitch of his fingers, a telltale sign that only you would see. He's nervous about you.
"This next award," Drew's voice echoes through the stadium, smooth yet with a tiny hint of something gentler, "is for Best Pop ArtistâŻan award that recognizes not just chart-topping hits but the artistry, passion, and heart poured into every lyric, every note."
The audience cheered and whispered names with anticipation. Applause filled the arena as the screen displayed the talented pop artists that received nominations.
Drew's smile grows a little wider, a little prouder, and his eyes scan the audienceâŻsearching for you, finding you. "And the winner is..."
"I'm so nervous" you mumbled to yourself.
Drew kept a straight face as he opened the card, "Y/N Y/L/N!" He smiles turning the envelope around before clapping his hands.
The room erupts. Applause, cheers, a standing ovation from some.
Your jaw nearly falls to the floor in absolute shock. This all feels like a fever dreamâŻwaiting for someone to pinch you. Only thing you could do was put both hands on the side of your head as you lift yourself up from the chair.
When you walk on stage, your dress shimmers under the lights. When you reach him, he hands you the award and whispers, "I knew it, baby."
"I don't know what to say, guys..." you start breathlessly, a giggle slipping through as the audience quiets. "This is a huge honor, and I couldn't have done it without my amazing team, my fans who've supported me every step of the way... and," your gaze turns toward Drew for a moment, "to the person who's been my rock through all of it."
Drew and you will always support one another. It's known that you both don't show affection in publicâŻbehind closed doors or with inner circle. Fans are gonna go crazy with this.
After thanking those who helped you along the way and those who nominated you, you were escorted back stage. You couldn't take your eyes off the gorgeous award in your hand.
Drew approaches you with a gaze of love and appreciation. "I am really proud of you, and we will celebrate tonight with any takeout you want.
Throwing your head back in laughter at his final comment, "First, I love you so much, and who can say their boyfriend gave his girlfriend an award," he chuckles, "and I will gladly eat takeout with you."
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