Brother In-Ho/Front Man X Sister Squid Game Guard Reader (Platonic)

Lowkey forgot i blog revealed... anyways thinking of bratty logan jealous of u taking a call =p

You and him are holding each other closely as you lay in bed, him choosing to be the big spoon despite being much smaller than you, and you aren't paying as much attention to him as he'd like. Usually, you'd have your hand in his hair and scratch at his scalp, but you'd been on your phone for the past ten or so minutes and he was getting annoyed by the lack of attention.

So, he began trying to earn it from you. He pressed languid, open-mouthed kisses to your neck as he tried to peer over your body to see what you were holding to more importance than him, but gave up after a few minutes of nothing.

"What're you even doing?" Logan muttered out roughly, earning a hum from you.

"Working things out with my boss. Issue came up, we think it's the new hire's fault but he's pissed at me," you explained, showing Logan the long conversation you were having.

Logan groaned. "Pay attention to me, asshole," he scowled.

Logan bit at your neck. He pressed hickeys and bit down on your pulse points, tongue running over your pulse points and practically scenting you.

"Logan, quit."

"No."

You scoffed and frowned as your boss rang your phone to call. "I have to take this call. Keep quiet."

Logan turned over in the bed and you had felt bad, but he didn't care that you needed to get this done. As you focused on the call, you didn't even notice Logan had turned back... until you felt your boxers being tugged down. You shot an angry look over at Logan, but he only grinned lopsidedly and took your soft cock in his hands.

Logan rubbed you to half-mast and then took you in his mouth. You choked back a gasp and continued the call.

"Y-Yes, I know I was the last to document it, but I wasn't the last to... to handle it," you stammered out as you grasped Logan's hair roughly and helped him swallow you whole. You muted the call, ignoring your ranting boss.

"You fucking slut. You want my boss to hear us? I thought you didn't like sharing," you spat. Logan moaned needily while he choked on your cock, drizzling lube on your free hand's fingers and pumping them.

He blinked up at you with defiance in his eyes, rutting against your leg like a bitch in heat. You pulled him off your now-hard dick and motioned for him to let you prep him.

With just one finger in his tight heat, Logan bit down on his hand as to not squeal. You unmuted as you pushed your index in and out of his asshole and talked to your boss. After three fingers, Logan was breaking and healing his fingers so that he wouldn't make noise, but the second you muted he groaned out, "Fuck me, please, oh—right there, please!"

(Ummm i was gonna finish this but i wanna take a nap so pretend i wrote the rest where he rides you on call 😭😭 maybe ill finish another time)

-faggotblvd, AKA wolverine pussyfucker

I AM GOIJF TO GO FUCKING INSANE WHAT DO YOU MEAN BREAKING AND HEALING HIS FIBGEFS TO KEEP QUIET TTHIS IS THE ABSOLUTE BEST THING IVE RRAD RODAY

i miss nanami kento so much i’m going to cry myself to sleep

So I decided to write out this ask I sent as a test subject

Logan Howlett X male reader

⚠️somnophilia, bottom Logan, male reader, marking and toys, smut⚠️

🚨Minors or girls do not interact 🚨

This is my first fic so bear with me

I cannot find the gif of Logan waking up for the life of me

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It's midnight. Y/n has just gotten home from work. He's pent up after a long frustrating day at work. One of his colleagues has been walking on a thin line of Y/N's nerves.

Y/n unlocks the front door of his and Logan's house. He's greeted with silence. Logan must be asleep. Y/n sighs. He needs release. He needs it bad. He kicks off his shoes, drops his bag, and heads towards the kitchen.

He pours himself a glass of whiskey and stares at the pictures of him and Logan they have on their walls. Y/N's mind started wandering.

"You've been coming home late." Logan grunts tiredly as he lazily bounces around Y/N's cock. Y/n chuckles as he rests his hands behind his head. "I can't do much about that pup." He said as he watched the older man bounce with all his might. "I can't keep up with you like this..." Logan huffs. His poor legs are already shaking even though they just got started. Y/n caresses Logan's thighs.* "You're doing so well." *Logan whines at the praise.*

"You can use me in my sleep." *Logan whimpered out as he collapsed on top of y/n after his legs gave out.* "When... When you come back from work... And I'm asleep... You can have me..." *Logan panted as his body shook with climax and tiredness. Y/n caresses his lover's back to soothe him to sleep.* "I'll keep that in mind pup."

Y/n finishes his whiskey and heads to the bedroom. He doesn't bother with being quiet, Logan sleeps like a dead man. As y/n opens the door he's invited with a beautiful sight. Logan is spread out on his belly on the bed. Naked. Snoring quietly with barely any coverage. The thin hole-filled sheets do nothing to cover Logan's hairy form. It's just a corner of the sheets covering his plum hairy ass. Y/n chuckles and closes the door.

Y/n takes his time undressing as his eyes trail over Logan's god-built body. Logan mumbles from time to time but stays deep asleep. Y/n grabs the lube from his nightstand so he can prep his boyfriend. Even though Logan likes it more when it hurts because it stimulates him.

Y/n climbs into the bed and removes the sheets that didn't even cover Logan properly. He traced Logands back softly as he enjoyed the sight. He holds the lube with one hand and spreads his cheeks with the other. To his surprise, Logan's already prepared. Y/n chuckles to himself and uses the lube to lube himself up instead.

Logan grunts as the cold air touches his wet ring or muscle. It seems fresh. It was as if he prepped and fell asleep shortly before Y/n came home. Y/m hums and spreads Logan's legs with his knee. He lifts his hips and puts a pillow under them so it's easier and more comfortable. Without hesitation, y/n pushed in. He groans and rests his forehead on Logan's back.

"You're being so good for me Logan. " Y/n murmured as he started moving with slow thrusts. Logan grumbled in his sleep and shifted a bit but stayed deep asleep. Soon y/n sped up his thrusts. Logan whimpered as he started to meet his lover's thrusts in his sleep. Y/n kisses and bites any spot on Logan's neck he can reach. Any time he bites down hard enough to draw blood he pulls back just to watch it heal within seconds. Logan's healing factor is a frustrating addition for his lover who so desperately loves marking him. Logan doesn't mind it though, if it means his boyfriend will be rougher with him then Logan is more than happy to be a blood canvas.

Logan lets out a specificaly high whine signaling y/n has found the right spot. Y/n smirks and goes harder, aiming for that bundle of muscle with every thrust he gives. He knows that even when Logan is asleep he wants to be marked. Even when it doesn't last. Y/n bites down on Logan's shoulder and licks up any blood that has spilled.

Logan arched his nack and let out an animalistic groan that turned into a whimper as y/n tugged at his hair to pull him up and hold him against his chest. "You like that? You like it like this? Hm?" Y/n grunts as he talks into Logan's ear. He wonders what Logan dreams of when all of this is happening. Logan only lets out a loud whine. His angry red cock bounces with each hard thrust. Poor thing is leaking so much that his bush is getting wet too.

Logan unconsciously squeezed around y/n. He's close. Y/n drops him back onto the bed and lifts his hips again for rougher pounding. Logan's mouth falls open and loud whimpers and whines stumble out without control. Y/n's getting close too. Logan whimpers as he cums over the pillow and sheets under his hips. Y/n helps him through it as he chases his own climax. Logan's claws have shot out and pierced the pillows. A bunch of feathers fly around them and y/n curses under his breath about having to buy another pillow again.

Logan's body quivers as he whimpers as he feels y/ns teeth still in his shoulder. With a couple last thrusts y/n collapses on top of Logan with a loud grunt as he fills him up. They lay there like that for a while until y/n gains the energy to lift himself up again. With a soft groan, he lifts himself up and reachers towards Logan's nightstand drawer to pull out a simple silver buttplug that has an X carved into the end. He slowly pulls out making sure none of the cum spills out and puts the plug in so Logan can know what happened in the morning. After that y/n cleans them up and flops down next to his lover and pulls him close.

In the morning Logan wakes up to an empty bed. Y/n must've gone to work already. He groans and rubs his face. He is unaware of what happened last night... That's until he sits up and feels the familiar feeling of a plug inside him. He chuckles to himself and reaches down. Yup. That's a buttplug alright. His cock twitches at the thought of what happened last night. He grumbles and takes himself into his hand and lays back.

Logan came at least four times that morning all for just the thought of what y/n did last night.

If you manage to take down one, the other is never far behind...

I CAN’T

thanks vinoblanc for that

The Dancing King👑

PEDRO PASCAL  dancing on the set of THE LAST OF US

started thinking about them ngl

"Come here, pretty boy!"

Mihawk stops, turning at the sound of your voice floating through the open door of one the rooms. Were you talking to him? Terms of endearment aren't entirely new between the two of you, but pretty boy is entirely new.

Curious, he strides towards the door, intent on seeing what you need ㅡ and freezing when he finds that your attention is on that damn feline.

Eyes narrowing, Mihawk slips away quietly, leaving you oblivious to his presence. He knows he wouldn't be jealous of Kurai, swears that he isn't ㅡ but what has that creature done to deserve such sweet names from you?

Though he most definitely is not sulking, he dwells on it until after dinner when he looks up from his book to look at where you're curled up with your own propped open in your lap, one hand on the book and the other on Kurai.

"Darling," he begins, waiting until you look up. "I overheard you talking to..." He falters, eyes narrowing on the pleased cat next to you, "Kurai earlier, and you called him 'pretty boy'."

You blink. "I did," you answer, "because he is my pretty boy." You scratch under Kurai's chin.

"I see." He pauses, debating. "....am I not also your pretty boy?"

Your head tilts, brow furrowing. "Of course you are. What is this about?" You glance at Kurai, then back at Mihawk. "Are you jealous of the cat?"

He glares. "No. Jealousy of a creature like that is beneath me."

You nod, amused and wholly unconvinced as you return your attention to your book. "Whatever you say," you intone with a smirk, "pretty boy."

Mihawk scoffs, returning to his own book and sneaking glances at you when you don't notice, all but glaring at the cat.

Okay, so maybe he's a little jealous.

slipping through my fingers

Obi-Wan Kenobi x platonic!padawan!reader

summary: obi wan has to let go of his padawan as you grows up and out of his protection and teachings || warnings: i cried writing this, mentions of death || word count: 605 || masterlist

Obi-Wan can't help but to feel guilty as he watches his padawan interact with the other Jedi knights. He can't shake the feeling that he's letting her go out into the world woefully unprepared. You've changed so much from the young girl he first met.

He supposes these are the fears all parents feel as their child grows up. Because that's what you are to him. He raised you since you were a child to the adult you are now. You were his child, in everything but blood.

He’s watched other masters let go of their padawans and move on with life. But he wonders how they can move on without glancing back at the person they’re leaving behind. Do they not feel guilty about taking new padawans? Or are they desensitised to the whole system? Maybe the first is always the hardest, maybe it’s the first that sticks with you, maybe the sudden ache in his heart will ease when you smile.

“Are you alright Master?”

He’s been lost in thought for a while, longer than usual. Obi-Wan simply nods, taking in the time he has with you know and fondly remembering everything you had done together. These moments will not happen again, nothing ever will. Life is made of fleeting moments you don’t truly appreciate until they’re over. But you must hold tightly to those moments and cherish them so they don’t go forgotten.

It’s a duty as a parent, or pseudo-parent, to come to a stop and let their children continue on their own. It’s scary. It’s terrifying actually, but all birds leave the nest, all seeds float away in the wind.

“Are you sure Master?”

Obi-Wan placed a hand on our shoulder, “You’ve grown up so fast.”

“Master-“ Words fail you. “I’ll never be too grown up for your teachings.”

“I’m very proud of you.”

You pull him into a hug, burying your face in his chest. “I can’t cry. Don’t make me cry.”

He chuckles, sounding slightly watery.

Becoming a Jedi Knight was very important to you. It had been what you were working toward for most of your life. Somewhere along the way, you realised that being a knight meant leaving the safety net you had relied on most of your life. Obi-Wan Kenobi was your safety net.

At one point, you would be away from him for the longest time, be the furthest away from him you had ever been and see him for the final time.

It was nice to be grown but there was something to be said for youth. There was no shame in not wanting to grow up but we all do it, we all move on. A new chapter begins because the previous one ended.

Time would separate you and your Master but he would always be your master. Eventually, death would call for him and you would be left without a source of advice and comfort. Death was such a small word for a big thing. But death is only the end if you assume the story is about you.

Your story would not end at your death, the same way Obi-Wan’s story did not end at his. His story did not end because of you, his padawan, his child. Your story would not end for the same reason. Everything Obi-Wan taught you, you taught to your padawan. The chain continues on and stretches back as long as time goes on.

You could trace teachings through time, from master to padawan, as padawan becomes master and teaches a new generation.

Every Jedi carries the legacy of a hundred others on their back.

Boy, oh, boy. I’m looking at future uni destinations right now and this song hits hard. I’m sobbing into my pillow at 1am after finishing writing this

Taglist: @aoi-targaryen

BOBA FETT | COMMANDER CODY

based on @dinbeskarbaby​‘s post