#with fake names obvs

[sleepanonymous]

Okay, well, is this anything? I thought this was something when I wrote it and now I feel like it's not anything 😓

He had come to the conclusion that the bassist was pretty.

Was Sid his type? No— the more important question was if Eli was Sid’s type, to which Eli already knew the answer. The two were incompatible in the most fantastical ways he could think of. Sid was loud, in every way possible. He was a loud talker, and an even louder laugher, all to match the loud company he kept. He liked his music loud and played it louder. The pubs he visited were loud, and the parties he attended were loud. Even his sense of style, with bright colors and bold patterns, was genuinely loud.

Eli preferred the quiet. He knew how to be loud, he was familiar with it, and he’d utilized that aspect of himself in certain situations, either to fit in or to get his point across; but he always preferred muted things. Not with music, obviously, but with every other facet of his existence.

So why then, if the two of them were so incompatible, did Eli continually catch himself staring at Sid? Because he had come to the conclusion that the bassist was pretty, and, frustratingly, people could both be attractive and incompatible.

He had resigned himself to that fact; that he would stare and try to stop his mind from wandering to “what ifs,” because he knew he couldn’t acquire what he desired. Because if he did, it would only fester and rot and go stagnant in record time. No, Eli and Sid could only ever work as friends.

The vocalist was in the midst of reminding himself of this while, unfortunately, staring at the bassist that the band’s “manager” had found (that was another, much more indignant mental tangent; but Eli was fine with it because at least Zack trusted him, and the guy did seem to have his hands in several different pockets throughout the music scene in London). The two were in a makeshift studio, which was really just some old flat with a couple walls knocked out, mismatched foam lining the remaining walls, old carpet and rugs were strewn about the floor, and a sketchy plexiglass and plywood sound barrier stood around Zack’s drum kit in the corner. They were supposed to be rehearsing for their upcoming first live concert; Zack and he had cheekily dubbed it a “ritual” to play into the music video they did for Thread the Needle and the accompanying lore around the band’s formation.

To make his mental spiraling worse, the two were alone; Eli was cross-legged on a sofa that was at least twice his age, and Sid was sitting upon an amp— Eli’s amp, to be technical about it. Sid hadn’t even given it a second thought when he plopped down onto the thing, and Eli was grateful the bassist was mostly skin and bone. The others, their “manager,” Zack, and Connor, had left to get food nearly half an hour ago. Eli would have gone as well but panicked because the groups were already uneven, with Sid insisting on giving himself a crash course in playing bass, because, surprise, the bassist that their “manager” poached was actually a guitarist. But, again, it was fine; Eli himself was technically a pianist and he’d written all the bass for Sleep Token. And, to give him credit, Sid wasn’t half bad at the bass; but maybe Eli’s opinion was biased because he was so pretty, with his high cheekbones, baby blue eyes, and long eyelashes—

“You got an eyelash,” Eli stated, his tongue and lips forming the words before he even realized he was speaking. His sentence was barely loud enough to catch Sid’s attention; he was on his sixth repeat of the bassline in Nazareth’s breakdown, like he was burning the memory of the tabs into the pads of his fingers, when he jumped, hit a couple wrong notes, and then muted the strings with his palm.

“Huh?” he looked up at Eli in confusion, the singular noise almost as loud as the amp below him.

“You got an eyelash,” Eli repeated for Sid.

“Where?” was the next question, quieter and more coherent than the first, but the man didn’t wait for an answer as he rubbed at the wrong eye.

“Other eye—no—wait—” Eli had succeeded in making things worse as the long, singular lash teetered precariously on one of its brothers, threatening to impale the eye it was meant to protect each time Sid blinked. Eli jumped out of his seat before it was too late, once again acting before thinking, and rushed to the bassist’s aid. “Just—no, wait.”

Sid wasn’t keen at first to have Eli’s fingers poking around his left eye. The trust for his new friend was evident only after flinching thrice and blinking twice as many times, almost worsening the situation. Eli’s left hand settled on Sid’s jaw to keep him still, and his right gently plucked the offending lash before flicking it away to be forgotten to time.

And that should have been that.

Only, Eli found himself far from the end of the situation when he realized the position he’d put himself in— had put Sid in. Eli, to gain the best vantage point, had stood himself between Sid’s open knees, with his left palm cradling the other’s jaw and tilting his head upward so that Sid was staring at him through those same long eyelashes he’d just rescued the man from. Both men were frozen in that position, staring at one another. Any sane person would have simply stepped away and returned to the couch. Instead, Eli’s attraction to Sid kicked into overdrive, one because they’d never been that close before, Eli had barely ever touched Sid before let alone grabbed and held onto his face, and two because Eli was holding Sid’s head at navel height in such a provocative position that he could literally feel his blood draining to the lower half of his body.

Just as the panic set in, and realization hit him that he was never going to get this moment, this mental image of Sid staring up at him so prettily, out of his head, the situation got a thousand times worse. Sid, still looking up at him, smiled. Eli felt it at the same time he saw it, the man’s cheeks stretched beneath his thumb and fingers, to reveal his pearly whites. It was like Sid was telling him he could read his thoughts. Like he knew exactly what Eli was thinking and was silently taunting him to act on those impulses.

Eli was suddenly thankful he was frozen in place because otherwise, he would have dragged Sid up to meet his mouth. He would have fisted his hands in Sid’s shirt, thrown him onto the couch, and then thrown himself on top of the bassist.

Fuck rationality. Fuck incompatibility. Fuck Sid and his fucking smile. Quite literally.

Fortunately— or regretfully, Eli wasn’t sure which he felt— the door to the makeshift studio swung open. In reaction, he took one swift, large step backward from Sid as both men’s attention was turned to the returning bandmates and “manager,” brown McDonald’s bags in their hands.

“Maccies?” Sid asked, his voice full of nonchalance, that, for some reason, shot pain through Eli’s chest. Which was stupid, because it was the best possible way to play off what had just happened, what had almost happened. Eli should have been doing the same, he should have been fully redirecting his attention to the prospect of food despite his appetite disappearing and his mouth craving literally only one thing at the moment.

Sid and the guitarist (either they were longtime friends or Sid was simply a fan of Connor’s from a previous band, Eli wasn’t sure which) had launched into an immediate conversation as he collected his food, standing from Eli’s amp and abandoning his bass guitar. Watching Sid, Eli knew he should have been following suit. Instead, he found himself in an unforeseen staring match with Zack. The shorter of the two seemed to be the only guy who had entered the room who knew exactly what he walked in on. His cocked head and slightly narrowed eyes darting between Eli and Sid were asking silently, “Were you about to fuck our bassist?” while Eli was silently screaming back, “shutupshutupshutup!”

Thanks to pure adrenaline, Eli was able to catch a bag of food that was tossed at him either by Sid or Connor, breaking his silent argument with the drummer. Finally, the Earth shifted back into its correct rotation. Finally, things were back to the way they were supposed to be, with nuanced incompatibilities and friendship with absolutely zero spoken or acted-upon attractions. He had a distraction now. Zack had stopped silently teasing him, and he most definitely did not notice how Sid’s eyes wandered back and lingered on him as he collapsed onto his spot on the couch to shove chips and cheap burgers into his mouth.

Something extremely funny and not at all annoying about writing Sleep Token fanfiction is when the fake names you’ve chosen for the Eepy Guys— names that you’ve actually grown fond of and have trained yourself to use when writing so that it comes naturally and you’re no longer accidentally writing the forbidden Real Names™— end up being names shared by less than savory people in this fandom.

I’ve literally never had a writing crisis like this before. Like, I’m half tempted to just ignore it and be like “Do you eepy babes wanna read a oneshot that's almost finished about Vessel and III and attraction panic?” because I’ve been using these names for almost six months now.

[annionebutme]

Ok I just need to scream into the void about this. Because how is this even still drama? This is so stupid. Like litterally the dumbest fucking drama you will hear in your life and involves misuse of government systems to spread shit.

So this started last year when I went to Japan with my son, right? I get back and my mate Clint is really keen to meet with me which is a little odd. 'Cause we're not the sort of friends that really talk one on one. But we meet up and I'm showing him photos and he goes "So you went with your son then? Just the two of you?" And I go on about it being this big coming of (highschool) age trip and how much he's matured and Clint goes "Did Bianca know?" Yeah, of course she did. I've been talking about it for months.

"That's weird. Cause that's not what she said."

APPARENTLY Bianca was really upset that she wasn't invited to go to Japan. She wouldn't have been able to come anyway due to a number of concerns but she wanted to be invited. She never mentioned it being a family trip at all. Clint was 100% under the impression that I had gone alone.

That's a bit fucking weird. The only reason I can see for that is that she'd look way more unreasonable if she mentioned that it was a mother-son trip. But Clint is such a high risk person to do that with cause when we talk at the next friends event the very first thing we're gonna talk about is gonna be my trip, and I'm going to talk about my son and all this is going to come out. I just think it's a bit weird to do and I'm uncomfortable with my BEST FRIEND OF 6 YEARS lying by omission to look better while bitching about me to a mutual friend where it's obviously going to get back to me. So I text her "so I've seen some of the things you've been saying about me. Is there anything you want to say?"

I HEAR NOTHING FOR 2 MONTHS

Part 2 >

[sun-marie]

The next time a coworker responds with "you look great, though" when I tell them I'm trying to cut back on sugar I may just combust

[beboppop]

Yknow a lot of ppl when the menu came out were saying how they didn’t get it and stuff and I’m usually really late on yknow. Stuff but watching it now idk. Kinda easy? I liked it. I thought the idea was really cool and the peoples reactions

[killjoygem]

AU where after regenerating the doctor actually remembers to go back for Nardole and then they realise that Missy is still on the ship (possibly as the lumiat now) and go and find her. Then after that they go back to st lukes and end up finding Bill bc her and Heather went back to st lukes

And they just stay together as a happy family :')

[thetardisisnotourdivision]

Shit That I Wrote As A Kid That Was Objectively Horrifying And Should Not Have Been Written By A Child #1:

A story where every four generations on the same land sixteen girls are murdered brutally in close succession due to a girl named Felicity being cursed two thousand years ago. Felicity Burrows is reborn every four generations and made to live out the same fate, watching her friends die around her, inevitably failing to warn the next generation, and being slaughtered. Her best friend Megan looks on in horror, knowing what's happening but powerless to stop it.

I was ten.

[nomsfaultau]

It slots in so neatly with the reconciliation section of the abuse cycle as well. Tenderly patching up the wounds they caused 💯💯💯

Sorry, sorry, but manipulative hurt/comfort is fucking cocaine to me. The predatory aspect of it. The vulnerability—500% better if the hurt party knows they're being manipulated and is past the point of caring. The juxtaposition of sweet and sharp flavours. Barkbarkbark

[lostandbackagain]

i hate that outside of kpop combining two people's/character's names is a shipping thing. what am I supposed to do when I want to convey that two characters are functioning as one unit with a shared braincell

[yourstrullyme]

ok but arcane black widow au

[cosmic-ships]

News outlets: Mega.lop.olis trailer pulled by li.ons ga.te

Everyone crying: noooooo!!!

Me who downloaded it the second I seen it: why are we cryin'?

[reinemichele]

I think I need to go to bed, I understand Less now . And, I've spent Years begging for more Thanatos/Lost references, & Revo showed up with a bat (literally)

[selfcarecap]

Halloween [L.H.]

Logan Howlett x neighbour!reader

summary: You dress up as Wolverine for Wade’s Halloween party and it unleashes something in Logan. Him wearing a Ghostface mask also unleashes something in you. Or: Logan fucks you wearing a Ghostface mask.

warnings: smut 18+ (oral, unprotected (but inconsequential) p in v, creampie, doggy in front of a mirror, missionary, cum eating and also Logan spitting it into reader’s mouth, brief chasing kink, (Ghostface) mask kink obv, pet names: bub, baby, good girl), worst!Logan I guess but I couldn’t find a pic to use, Wade being Wade 

word count: 3.8k

note: I didn’t have that much time to write this but I wanted to post something for Logan before Halloween so <3, inspired by that I want to be fucked for Halloween sound on tt lol you'll see what I mean, and some ideas me and @ethanhoewke talked about 🤭, also I’ve never watched Scream so all I can do is mention the mask lol | gorgeous dividers by @dollywons & @anitalenia <3

You meet your neighbours Logan and Wade in the laundry room of your building on Thursday night. They’re fighting over whether they’re going to do a couple’s costume for Wade’s Halloween party next week. 

“We’re not a couple, Wade. We’re not doing a couple’s costume.”

Wade sighs as he stuffs his blood splattered clothes into the washing machine – you’ve learnt not to ask anymore. 

“Hey,” Logan says when he sees you, and those three letters are enough to make your cheeks heat up. You wave at them both, busying yourself with your own washing. 

Wade puts his hand on his hip, “Can you believe Logie won’t do a couple’s costume with me after I adopted him and put a roof over his head? He’s such an ungrateful brat.”

You giggle, meeting Logan’s gaze as he rolls his eyes at his roommate. He turns away to let you do your laundry in peace but Wade walks over to you, sitting down on the bench behind you. 

“What do you want to be for Halloween? Sexy nurse? Sexy doctor? Sexy cop?”

You laugh, “Why do they all have to be sexy?”

“Because it’s you, so it’s impossible for the costume to not be sexy,” Wade raises his eyebrows and you smile at the compliment, sitting down next to him. 

You sigh as you think about his question. 

“Fucked, Wade. I want to be fucked for Halloween.”

You hear a chuckle from Logan a few feet away. You were hoping he wasn’t listening, but he does you the favour of keeping his head turnt in the other direction as he sorts through laundry. You’re closer with Wade – you didn’t necessarily want Logan knowing how badly you need to get laid. 

Wade points to his own chest, “Wait, by moi?”

“I love you but I’d prefer someone who doesn’t look like a burnt chicken nugget.”

“You know what? Even though I look like a burnt chicken nugget, I still love myself. Learned that from the OG.”

You smile, “And anyway, I thought you and Vanessa were back together?”

“That we are,” Wade says, rising to his feet and twirling out of the room like a ballerina, calling out, “I’ll see you later for movie night!” 

“He’s fucking crazy,” Logan says, chuckling, and you smile as you finish doing your laundry. 

-

You’re late to Wade’s Halloween party the following week. You rush two floors up to their shared apartment, but your knocks go unnoticed through the loud music coming from inside and the door won’t open. 

You’re about to get your phone out to call Wade but you realise you can’t. Your fake claws are in the way. 

You’re dressed up as Logan. You recently saw some pictures of when he was younger, effortlessly hot in a tanktop and jeans, hair styled charmingly, almost like kitty ears. 

Accordingly, you’ve got yourself a fitted tanktop, jeans that make you stop in front of every mirror to admire your backside, and a belt with a big buckle like the ones he used to wear. You’ve paired your outfit with kitty ears the colour of your hair and, of course, fake claws protruding between your fingers. 

You hope Logan doesn’t take offence. In your rush to get ready for the party, you didn’t even consider that. 

What if he doesn’t like your costume? What if he thinks it’s disrespectful? You know he’s struggled with his mutation, after all, hurt people he loved because of it. Wade told you the costume was a good idea when you showed him your outfit the other day, but Wade isn’t Logan. 

Plus, it’s Halloween. Halloween is supposed to be scary, even if most people’s costumes aren’t scary nowadays. What if Logan thinks you’re calling him a scary monster? Oh god. You’re considering going downstairs and changing – into what, you don’t know, but the last thing you want is to offend Logan, and if there’s even just a small chance of it then you don’t want to do it after all. Suddenly, you see Logan.  

He’s walking down the hallway where you’ve zoned out, arms folded awkwardly because of your claws. He stops in his tracks, a plastic shopping bag hanging from his hand, and he’s squinting at you; you wouldn’t say he looks mad but you’re not sure. 

Logan comes closer, folding his arms. “Are you supposed to be me?” 

A smile creeps on his face as you tentatively answer with a “…yeah?”

He looks you up and down and it makes your skin heat up as he takes a step forward, “Not sure if I should be offended, bub.”

Oh no–

He continues with a smirk, “Going around stealin’ a man’s look and doing it better than him? Can’t say that outfit used to look that good on me.” You sigh a breath of relief. He likes it. You smile at his compliment, and then he’s reaching out to give a light tug on the cat ears in your hair. 

“I don’t get what these are supposed to be though.”

You push the plastic hair band back in place as you smile up at him, “You know exactly what they are.”

Logan shrugs. “You got something wrong though.”

He stands next to you with the side of his arm pressed against yours, and you gulp at the sudden contact with his warm, beefy arm. Logan makes a fist and unsheathes his claws, holding them next to yours, and they’re at least three times the length of your fake ones, metal sparkling even in the shitty light of the corridor. 

“Should be much bigger,” he smirks, pulling them back in and unlocking the door for you. You don’t miss the implication behind his words, and you swallow as you step into the loud party in their apartment that is decorated to the nines for Halloween. 

Wade runs over to you to hug you, wearing a sexy maid costume over his Deadpool suit. 

“I love it,” you tell him while he simultaneously compliments your outfit. You look around for Logan and only just catch him closing the door to his bedroom, and he disappears behind it. You were too distracted just now to realise that he wasn’t even wearing a costume. 

Your shoulders deflate as you realise he’s probably not coming back out. He was half of the reason you even came to the party. You were looking forward to spending some time with him, but now that you think about it, you wouldn’t expect him to be interested in a Halloween party, crafting an elaborate costume and hanging up corny decorations the way Wade did. 

You try to shake off your disappointment and enjoy yourself nevertheless. 

-

You’re stumbling back to the kitchen after dancing with Wade and Vanessa, getting yourself a drink. You’re softly humming to the music coming from the other room when you feel a presence behind you. 

Your heart speeds up for a moment when you see someone in a Ghostface mask standing right beside you. He’s wearing the mask with a black, tight tanktop stretched over his broad chest. You smell Logan’s cologne as the scent swirls in the air around you, but you could have recognised him by the veins on his arms alone.  

You try to keep your hopes at bay but you can’t help but wonder if he’s wearing the mask because of you. When you watched Scream with him and Wade the other night, Wade kept teasing you about your crush on the killer. 

At the time you felt like disappearing, hoping that Logan was as disinterested as he claimed, that he wasn’t listening to anything you two were saying, but now you’re glad he heard. If he’s wearing the costume for your sake. Which he probably isn’t. You’ve tried to convince yourself that your crush is unrequited, just to protect yourself. It’s a common Halloween costume, nothing to do with you… probably. 

“Hi,” Logan says. You can’t see his face but you can hear the smile in his voice. 

“Hey…,” you reply, almost shakily, “didn’t think you were coming.”

“I wasn’t going to, couldn’t be bothered to think of a costume. But then I found this so I thought I’ll join you.”

You nod along as he tells you about going out to buy the mask only today, but you’re not paying attention. All you can focus on is how hot it is that you can’t see Logan’s face through the mask, but you still know it’s him. The way his voice is slightly muffled yet strong makes you shudder. 

“So, has your wish for Halloween come true yet?”

You give him a confused smile, only just realising that he’s asking you something.

“You told Wade you wanted to get fucked for Halloween.”

Not able to stop a shy grin from spreading over your face, you say, “Oh. No, hasn’t happened yet. Not counting on it.” 

“No one you like here?” Logan asks, and you look up at him, at the Ghostface mask, trying to think of a flirty reply when Wade’s voice cuts through the tension in the room. 

Wade runs over to Logan, leaning his head to the side flirtily, “I told you it’d look hot, peanut. Are you gonna hunt me later, Mr. Ghostface?” Wade brings a finger to his lip, and, for once, Logan doesn’t get annoyed by his jokes.

“Ghostface only hunts good girls,” Logan says, and your heart starts to beat faster yet again when you realise Logan is looking down at you.

“Am I not a good girl?” Wade asks, and Logan just huffs, ignoring him. You can’t see his eyes, but you can still feel them on you. You have to bite your lip to stop yourself from moaning out loud.

It’s not much later that Logan is chasing you through the hallways of your building, with you giggling and squealing only a few feet ahead of him as the adrenaline pumps through you. 

He gave you a headstart but you know he’ll catch you. You want him to catch you. You’re fumbling with the keys to your apartment when he reaches you, your heart hammering in your chest at the thrill of being chased. 

Logan’s hands go to your waist as he pushes you against your front door. 

“I got you.”

You reach up to gently tug the mask off but he stops you when only his lips are exposed, and he grins. You smile and lean up to kiss him, and you somehow manage to fit your key into the lock while you’re making out and push the door open. 

Logan lifts you and throws you over his shoulder like you weigh nothing as he carries you to your bedroom. 

With your claws and the rest of your clothes discarded on the floor minutes later, Logan is fucking you in front of the mirror by your bed. He’s taking you from behind, mask still on as he pulls and pushes at your hips with you fucking back against him as the mattress dips beneath you. 

But as hot as it is to see the Ghostface mask looking down at you through the mirror, it’s also your first time having sex with Logan and you want to see him.

“Can I take the mask off?” you ask, looking back at him and Logan lifts you so that your back is flush with his chest. You turn around and pull the mask off over his head with a smile.

His hair is messy and a little bit sweaty, and as good as Logan usually looks you don’t think you’ve ever been quite this attracted to him. He holds your face to press a few sloppy kisses to your lips, and then he turns you back around to face the mirror.

Logan doesn’t push you back on all fours, but takes your arms and clasps them behind your back, holding them together with one big hand. He slides his cock back into your wet pussy and begins to rub your clit with his other hand.

“Look at you,” he nods towards the mirror, and you meet his eyes in it, watching as his gaze trails down your body, to where his hand disappears between your soft thighs, “So fucking pretty.”

You lean your head back against his shoulder as he continues to play with your pussy, but he can’t properly fuck you at this angle, so you buck back against him until he manoeuvres you onto your back.

His lips find yours again and your arm sneaks around the back of his neck, holding him close as you kiss him desperately. You whine when his lips leave yours. He kisses down your neck and over your collarbones, down over your tits and over your belly. He arrives between your legs with a smirk and licks through the wetness of your pussy.

He moans when he first makes contact, “tastes even better than I fucking imagined, baby.”

You smile down at Logan as he pulls your socked feet onto his shoulders, fingers grabbing your ankles. “You’ve imagined this?”

Logan looks up at you, “Every single fucking day. You haven’t?”

You smile bashfully despite his own admission, but he doesn’t let you answer anyway, moving his head back between your legs to make out with your pussy. He pushes two fingers inside you, the tips of his fingers rubbing up against your g-spot.

You begin to squirm as the heat builds up in your lower stomach, but Logan holds your hips down with his muscular forearm over your waist, “Stay still for me, baby, okay?”

Logan starts sucking on your clit, and you cum immediately, back arching as you grab onto his hair. Your pussy pulses and throbs around his fingers as pleasure floods your body. You grind up to meet his mouth and he lets you use him until you’re breathless.

He places a last, rough kiss on your pussy, getting back on his knees to fuck you, but you breathe out, “Give me a second.” You smile shyly, your pussy still squeezing around nothing every few seconds.

“Of course, bub.” He leans down to kiss you and you mumble a question against his lips.

“Can I go down on you?”

Logan smiles and sits up, “Me or…?” he nods over to the mask. 

You shrug shyly, “Well, if you’re offering.”

“Why do you think I wore it?” Logan smirks, pulling the mask back on. You briefly pull it up to his forehead again to give him a small kiss of appreciation.

He holds your hand as you get off the bed, sinking down onto the carpeted floor. You smile as his hard cock bobs in front of your face, glistening with precum and your wetness.

You place your hands on his knees and softly trace a path down his cock with your tongue, gently sucking his balls as you look up. A thrill shoots through you when you only see the mask looking back at you, and you move to suck Logan’s dick into your mouth as deep as you can, tasting your own arousal on him.

He throbs hotly against your tongue as you let spit run down his length, slapping his cock against your tongue.

“Such a good girl,” Logan’s voice sounds from above you, and you look up at him, at the Ghostface mask, as you take his cock in your mouth again, your hands back on his knees for support.

You make out with the head of his cock, gently sucking on the skin down the side of him, licking your way up, playing with him.

“I’m close, baby,” he moans.

You mumble against his skin, telling him to take off the mask, and even though it comes out muffled he hears. Logan tugs off the mask in one quick movement, looking down at you with his eyebrows drawn together in pleasure and his lips bitten raw. His face glows with desire and a hint of sweat, and he hums when you suck him into your mouth.

You use your hand to jerk off the rest of him, moving your mouth down on him as far as you can, and your eyes flutter shut when you hear Logan moan, and he’s spilling the first ropes of his load down your throat. You keep sucking until you’ve swallowed all of his cum, and only then do you take your mouth off him.

Sitting back, suddenly shy, you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand but Logan’s already tugging you up to the bed to kiss you.

“You got another orgasm in you?” he asks against your lips. You straddle him and feel his hard cock smack against your thigh as you tell him yes. He tips you onto your back, leaning down to press a wet kiss to your pussy.

When he gets between your legs and pushes his cock into you again it somehow feels even better than the first time as you gasp in pleasure.

“You’re so warm, bub. So perfect. Wanna stay here forever,” Logan says mindlessly as he bottoms out, and you whine into his mouth.

“Want you inside me forever too,” you babble, already fucked out. You wrap your legs around his waist as he fucks you. It feels like your wet pussy is sucking him in with the way you clech around him, and you both know you won’t take long for your next orgasms.

He slips a hand between your bodies to rub your clit as he begins to fucks you deeper. “You gonna cum for me again, bub? You make such a cute face when you cum. Let me see it again, baby.”

You’re nodding dumbly and letting the feeling of him take over, not just his big cock in your pussy and his slicked fingers on your clit, but the way his body feels on top of yours, warm skin against warm skin as he sloppily kisses your jaw and neck, and you cream around his cock as you cum, moaning his name.

“That’s it, baby, doin’ so well. Taking my big cock like a good girl, hm?” Logan’s voice is strained, and then he’s cumming too, filling you up with his warm release until your pussy is stuffed full with his cock and his cum. He pulls out slowly and rubs your sensitive clit a little more.

“So pretty,” he mumbles, fucking two fingers into you and when he pulls them out they’re coated in his sticky load.

You reach out to pull him down by his wrist and take his fingers into your mouth, sucking his cum off them as he smirks down at you, rubbing a hand over his face to calm himself for now.

You both come down from your highs with laboured breaths, and he pulls you to lie your head on the pillow. Logan wraps his arms around you, just cuddling you for a bit, when you realise something and smile up at him.

“So, are you that narcissistic that seeing me dressed up as you made you want to fuck me?” 

Logan smirks. “Nah, wanted to fuck you way before that. And I’m just honoured you like me enough to dress up as me.”

You open your mouth for a rebuttal but he instead takes that opportunity to push his tongue back into your mouth as he holds the side of your face. You make out lazily for another few moments, slinging your leg over his hip, but then you drag his hand away from your face.

“Well, I’m honoured you like me enough to dress up for me.” 

“Baby, there’s a lot more I’d do for you than just dress up in a horror mask.”

“Really?” you smile. Logan nods earnestly. He holds you in his arms for a few minutes as you relax into the comfortable silence.

He pulls your hand up to his lips and kisses your knuckles, “Will you go out with me?”

You giggle then, “Don’t think you have to ask me anymore.”

“What? I wanna be a gentleman.”

“Yeah, very gentlemanly what you just did to me.”

You feel some of Logan’s cum drip out of your pussy and onto his thigh in that moment.

Logan looks at you and gives you a silly smile, lifting your leg off him to sit up, “Yeah, baby, I am a gentleman, and a gentleman cleans up after himself.”

He spreads your thighs as he gets between them, and licks up your pussy, coating his tongue in his own cum. You smile at his words but soon you begin to pout in pleasure as he starts going down on you again.

You sigh when he stops and moves up to your face, but you smile when you realise what he’s doing, happily parting your lips for him. Logan leans over you and spits his cum into your mouth, “We taste good together, hm?” he asks.

You swallow your combined arousals eagerly, closing your eyes as you savour the taste, but a gentle pat on your clit makes you open them again.

“You got another one in you, right, baby? Just one.” You nod quickly, unable to form words with you needily spread open for Logan like this. 

Lying back, you let Logan eat your pussy until you’re cumming again, your thighs pressing against his temples as he grabs at the flesh of your legs, licking your clit until you’re satisfied.

Logan lies back down next to you with his lips still shiny with your wetness, and you lean in for another kiss. He takes you in his arms to cuddle, when he asks you again.

“So, will you go on a date with me?”

“Only if it ends with you doing that thing with your mouth again,” you tease.

“Oh, trust me, I’m not going a day without it anymore.”

You giggle into his neck, relaxing against his muscular body.

Logan turns around when he gets a text, showing you his phone. It’s a message from Wade:

Everyone left and I’m about to give Vanessa a happy Halloweener if you know what I’m saying! So don’t come home tonight but I have a feeling you weren’t going to anyway ;)

Logan cringes while you laugh, ready to put his phone back when another message comes through.

And if you don’t treat her right I’ll cut off your Halloweener

Logan groans, switching off his phone. You laugh against his skin and let him hold you until you both sink into a warm, cozy sleep.

P.S. Logan thinks good girls reblog and comment on the fics they enjoy 🤭🙂‍↕️

[handydandyandi]

i’m sorry but it’s insane that in the span of 24 hours, penelope:

• nearly got proposed to

• had the intended proposal rudely AND PUBLICLY interrupted by her bestie (and crush but whatever)

•got ghosted by her situationship/future possible husband at a BALL (public humiliation IS penelope’s middle name, after all)

•leaves ball in a state of embarrassment (poor thing)

•gets CHASED TF DOWN by COLIN BRIDGERTON. ON FOOT, MIND YOU.

•colin all but forces himself inside her carriage (in the most gentlemanly way possible)

•her long-time-childhood-crush basically says “hey um i can’t stop thinking about u and i like u can u tell me u like me back PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PL”

•gets fingerbanged to high heavens

•gets an ACTUAL proposal from the man that isn’t her suitor or her friend but is a secret THIRD thing

•announces said engagement to her situationship’s family and proceeds to get called a fake bitch by her future sister-in-law

•writes a damn whistledown column AND publishes it BEFORE THE SUN COMES UP

•her mom yells at her and essentially accuses her of being slutty and sneaky

•colin “im so in love and im totally normal about it” bridgerton says “oh btw i got us a house haha and my servants will be coming later with all my stuff that i packed up last night lol im so normal and casual about this and i definitely didn’t stay up all night twirling my hair and giggling over the fact that im marrying my bestie”

•mr. fingerbang announces he is in love w her

•mr. fingerbang seduces her and they have beautiful, intimate, wonderful couch sex

•girly pop gets PREGNANT

•guilt is eating her alive bc she is like “fuckkkkk im whistledown and i HAVE TO TELL COLIN he deserves complete and utter honesty” and then colin basically is like “no time for talking! time to make ourselves at home!” essentially leaving penelope on the lounge like “😀”

•is shoved into a carriage (this time with the curtains drawn, just in case if colin needs to play a lil penelope piano obvs) and gets the news that the queen has started a Lady Whistedown woman hunt and her fiancé goes “omg slay yasss fuck lady whistledown”

•colin then proceeds to be like “pookie u wanted to tell me something earlier??? what was it???” and pen is just like fuck he HATES whistedown… “nothing!!!” and colin being young and dumb and in love he is like “ok :D <3”

•penelope then WRITES AND DISTRIBUTES ANOTHER WHISTLEDOWN COLUMN

Moral of the story is: Penelope Featherington is the strongest woman ever and i’m not surprised that she ended up fainting at her engagement party bc she needed a NAP

[k0yaz]

SIZE QUEEN READER WITH ROBIN AHSHDHHAJAHAHA

honey.

Pairing(s): robin x fem!reader

CW: nsfw, dom robin, sub afab reader, size queen reader (obv), pet names, strap on use, crying, overstimulation, belly bulge, tit fondling, drooling, sesbian lex bro idk, fluffy at the end :)

A/N: HELP IS THAT A FUCKING BEAR TRAP??? WHERE DID THAT EVEN COME FROM-? Also sorry if my writing isn’t that great I’m lowkey rusty…

Drool piled up around the corners of your mouth as you desperately clung to the satin bedsheets below you, which were tinted a slightly darker color from your cum stained onto them due to the past few orgasms Robin had practically ripped out of you. Your fingers tightened around the fabric when you felt her strap plunge back into you, your walls tightening around her silicone cock with a death grip.

“What’s wrong, my songbird? I thought you said you could take it.”

Robin leaned down to whisper in your ear in a quiet and gentle voice. Your halovian lover’s warm breath tickled the shell of your ear, eliciting a sharp gasp from your feverish lips. Your sound of surprise was immediately replaced with a loud moan when you felt her hips roll up against yours, her cock hitting that one gummy spot inside you.

Her slender fingers traced up your back, circling along the skin of your nape gently.

“Such a pretty girl..” Robin cooed, leaning down to press her lips against the side of your neck. Her hand snaked downward to circle around your waist while she continued to brush her lips along your throat. She moaned against the crook of your neck when she felt the vibrations of your own throaty noises against her lips.

You nearly screamed the moment you felt her hand dart down to circle your puffy swollen clit, her soft fingers working along your nub gently, mixed with the way her cock stretched you out made your eyes roll to the back of your head. Your grip around the sheets nearly tore up the satin sheets upon feeling the fake veins drag along your walls, with quick and shallow breaths spilling out of your lips.

Robin pushed herself forward once again, burying her strap inside your cunt as far as possible. A melodic whine left the singer’s throat as she ground her hips against yours, the skin to skin contact driving both of you insane. The tip of her cock brushed against your sweet spot, making you cry out.

“R-Robin please-!” You barely drawled out. You could barely form words from how good your girlfriend was fucking you into the mattress. Every little noise you let out cut off any potential words that you could even mutter, which was exactly what Robin wanted. She merely flashed you a lovesick smile when you turned around to look at her through glassy eyes, before thrusting herself into you once again.

Soft fingers suddenly gripped your wrist that was holding the mattress, pushing it down in place. Robin reached her free hand that wasn’t holding you down over to your chin. Her index finger slipped under your chin, and her thumb brushed along your bottom lip, gently tilting your head up to look at her. Her face inched closer to you, closing the distance between you two before she pressed her lips against yours.

“Sweetheart, can you lay on your back?” She whispered, her voice sweet like honey. You nodded, letting out a small whimper when she pulled out to give you room to adjust. You scrambled onto your knees, before rolling over with your back pressed against the mattress. Without hesitation, Robin practically shoved her monstrous strap into you, earning a high pitched yelp. She immediately shoved the whole thing back into you, stretching you out once again.

Filthy noises of her cock sliding in and out of your pussy echoed throughout the room, the wet squelching sounds of your essences practically bouncing off the walls of what’s basically your sanctuary in this moment. Robin only smiled at your tear stained eyes, leaning down to kiss your cheekbone as a rather odd way of wiping away your tears. Then again, both of her hands were occupied, with one hand on your tit, and the other holding your hand.

“(Name)? My songbird? Can you look down for a moment?” Robin breathed in a soft voice, her fingers lacing with yours. You only let out a whine in response, before your teary eyed gaze trailed down to your lower abdomen. Your vision was blurry, but you couldn’t mistake the prominent bulge in your lower abdomen which disappeared and reappeared with every thrust the halovian delivered to your abused cunt.

You let out a breathy cry and let go of her hand to grasp onto her back, fingers digging into your lover’s soft, pale skin. Robin let out a low moan, thrusting her cock deep into you once again. She proceeded to grind her hips against yours once she was skin to skin with you, as if she was desperate to earn more of your near pornographic moans. She continued to grind her hips against yours, the edge of the strap rubbing against her own clit rhythmically with yours.

Your mind went blank as she slammed inside you, walls clenching around her strap like a vice as you squirted all over her cock and moaned loudly. The sight of your cum made Robin’s breath catch in her throat. She ground her hips against yours to help you ride out your orgasm before she herself came as well, her juices trailing down her thighs like a fucking waterfall. She sighed as both of your chests heaved up and down upon recovering from your climax, before pulling the strap out completely.

Robin cuddled up to you after removing the strap and setting it down on the bedside table. Her arms circled around your waist before resting her chin against your shoulder and peppering soft kisses along your neck and shoulder, causing you to giggle. Both of you were drenched in sweat, making your bodies stick together. It was kind of sweet in a way.

“I’m spent..” you murmured, voice still hoarse from all the screaming you did earlier. Robin only nodded in response, eyes fluttering shut as she pulled you against her. She leaned up to kiss your cheek, before holding you in her arms once again.

“Get some rest, my songbird.”

A/N: I FORGOT TO PUT A TITLE SO I SEARCHED FOR A RANDOM ASS WORD IN THE FIC IT WASNT THOUGHT OUT HELP-

@skinblanket

[kp-alice]

Romantic greed (the best kind). | sub!Yeosang smut

Word count: 1 191

Warnings: pegging, sub!yeosang x condescending!dom!reader (they're both into it, it's okay), the slightest bit of what could be considered a corruption kink (nothing creepy, though, obv), begging, slightly fluffy during some parts.

A/N: So, uh... this fic was not planned at all, lol. I'm currently working on a few longer fics which aren't anywhere near finished, but today I had the displeasure of listening to two insanely racist, homophobic and just generally ignorant people talking loudly on the train for two hours straight, and somehow my annoyance turned into this. Don't ask me how, the frustration just made me want to fuck a man, okay,?? Yeah, that's pretty much it. Hope you enjoy!!

A/N 2: Btw, this is part of a small event I did on both this blog and my other, more sfw one, @seohwang! Go check it out if you're interested in some Jongho fluff ♥

The bed rocked back and forth with your powerful thrusts, the bed frame grazing against the wall every now and then. Accompanying the squeaking of the cheap wood were Yeosang's breathy moans, sounding like absolute heaven to your ears. He was clutching the pillow in front of him as tightly as he could, occasionally burying his face into it to muffle any wanton whimpers. His back was arched just the way you liked it, showcasing his beautiful broad back with muscle rippling all over. You would have taken a picture if you could, the scene was so pretty. Oh well. For now, all you could do was burn the image in front of you into your memory and grip his hips even tighter.

Yeosang keened as you leaned over his back to whisper into his ear, the change in angle hitting all the right spots in him.

"Roll over for me, handsome."

He bit his lip at your words, feeling the blush already tinting his cheeks get even deeper. He'd never admit it, but he loved it when you treated him like eye candy. Just a little boy toy for you to indulge in. Not that you needed him to admit anything, his reactions to the pet names you'd throw his way were more than enough.

Feeling you pull out of him, Yeosang shuddered, forcing his limbs to cooperate. With weak arms and legs, he flipped over, instinctively spreading his legs for you to slot your body between them. And when you did so, he couldn't help but let out a calm, content sigh. The sight of you like this, leaned over his sluggish yet excited body with your equally as tired but aroused one, buzzing with love and eagerness to make the both of you feel as good as possible, was nothing short of breath-taking. He didn't care about what society deemed the right, conventional way of lovemaking. Because in this moment, and even afterwards as he'd likely be recalling this over and over in his head, everything just felt so right. He was yours and you were his, inside and out.

His hazy thoughts of adoration were halted, however, as he felt something prod at him again. His excitement quickly turned to confusion, though, as he realized it wasn't your strap this time. Though initially similar in shape, he noticed it was much thinner yet warmer. Looking down, he caught a glimpse of your two fingers just as they began slipping inside of him.

Yeosang let out a teary, malcontent whine, feeling the slowly building orgasm in him stagnate. "Wait, no! I want- I need your cock in me, please!" he begged, grinding down on your hand to chase after the dwindling pleasure. "I was getting so close, please please please, I need more than this!"

Your core ached hearing him beg, and his thrusts against your palm certainly weren't helping. Despite his hole already being prepped and fucked loose, you could still feel every clench of him around your fingers, only adding to your unending arousal. Leaning over him even more, you looked down at him in faux remorse, contrasting the way your hand started pushing even harder into him. "But I want to feel you some more, hun," you explained with a fake, patronizing pout, "the strap is fun and all, but I can't feel you squeezing me with it nearly as much as I can like this. I need to know I'm making my boy feel good, right?"

Yeosang whimpered at your explanation, knowing you weren't going to budge until he'd give in to your game. With one hand clutching the pillow under his head again, he brought the other down to his twitching, neglected cock. He tentatively wrapped his fingers around it, looking up to gauge your reaction. When you didn't say anything, he slowly began stroking himself, huffing a strained breath from finally getting at least a fraction of the pleasure he so craved.

But even then, his hand and your fingers curling inside of him just weren't enough.

"Y/N, please," he began again, suppressing all shame churning his stomach as he conceded at last. "Please, I really- fuck! I need it! Please fuck me again, I promise you can use your fingers on me later but I-" a suppressed cry slipped past his lips and his hips bucked up as you hit his prostate dead-on, "I really need to cum right now."

The moment he saw your smirk, he knew he was done for.

"Aww, you need to cum?" You asked condescendingly, to which he nodded abashedly. "And my fingers just aren't doing it anymore, are they? You need something more, huh," you adjusted your hand, fingers reaching just a little deeper now, "something bigger," scissoring the two digits, you felt Yeosang shiver again, "my cock."

Closing his eyes and clenching his jaw, he nodded vehemently, already getting excited again just at the thought of it. You chuckled at his response, unable to hide your genuine, giddy smile. Luckily, Yeosang couldn't see your facade breaking, too busy willing the blazing hot blush off his face and chest.

"I've really spoiled you, haven't I?" You asked rhetorically, curling your fingers inside of him a few more times before finally sliding out. "You used to get all sensitive and shy whenever you'd ask me to finger you, and look at you now."

Yeosang let out a small sniffle at your words, which quickly turned to a gasp as he finally felt the blunt tip of your strap press up against his clenching hole again.

"Now you're begging me to fuck you with my bigger strap because not even the other one can satisfy you anymore."

Yeosang whimpered as you finally slid back home, hands flying up and around your neck to hold on for dear life as you quickly returned to your original, rough pace.

Noticing he was too distracted by you inside of him to keep stroking himself, you decided to help him out with your free hand, the other holding tightly onto his hip.

Yeosang cried out weakly at the added stimulation, brain starting to fog over from the onslaught of pleasure. His nails dug into your back as you jostled him up on the bed with your thrusts, leaving pretty marks he knew you both would be marveling at in the mirror later.

"...but guess what, Sangie," you suddenly spoke up again, bringing your boyfriend out of his thoughts just as his mind was starting to get a little too hazy.

Taking a few shallow breaths, he dared his voice to answer, "w-what?"

Yeosang squealed the moment you fully leaned over him, resting your chest against his as you drove your strap right into his g-spot. His eyes squeezed shut at the electrifying feeling and he buried his face into your neck to breathe you in while his legs wrapped around your torso. His hands were still clutching onto you tightly, the tremble in them worsening the closer he got to his long-awaited orgasm of the night.

"I wouldn't have it any other way."

Thank you so much for reading! And remember, feedback is always appreciated!! <3

[watcher-wilds]

I wanna finish this SO BAD but I have to pull out my tablet to work on it and it's thursday which is payday which means ppl coming into my office and seeing me just drawing when I should be uploading the new price sheet but I cant upload the new price sheet until Juniper approves it but Juniper is going around handing out paystubs... AUGH

Alright well guys I can never finish this sketch bc it's too beautiful and cleaning it up and coloring it might kill it