#Booping your f/O

[us-angels-together]

Your f/o would love to boop your tumblr and the two of you would have a booping war

Divider by @cafekitsune

Also my main blog is @billowingangel and I'll be trying to boop you all back <3

[ali3nter-selfships]

your f/o would boop you :3

! pro.ship / related dni !

[l0v3sickl0s3r]

ughhh oughhh my burnt out selfshipperz, this is for u mwa mwa mwa 😚 😚 😚 /peepee 👁 👁

you were sat at your desk, fucking mountains of paperwork piled up in front of you with a pencil in your hand… for the fourth time in a row. high amounts of stress were doing you wonders! like wacky sleep schedules, mood swings, and- shit you forgot about that missing assignment again.

your f/o noticed.

as if right on cue, they walk into the room and immediately notice how stressed out you seemed. they sigh, walk over to you and hug you from behind, which startled you at first… but then you felt the warmth of their arms wrapped around your waist and their chin resting on your shoulder. you softly chuckled.

“what’s this about, honey?” you asked, being unintentionally reminded of your tired ass voice.

“what do you think it’s about? you’re stressed, and i care about you. therefore, i must comfort you.” your f/o declared, a smug smile on their face.

you chuckled once more. “well, don’t keep me from working. i gotta-“

that’s when they swept you off your feet and walked you to bed. “no. at least take a break. i’ll get you anything you need; snacks, drinks, sleep,” they chuckle, “just know that you’re safe with me, ‘kay? and later, i could help you with your work if you want.”

“…thanks. i love you, f/o.”

“i love you too, y/n.”

[yoditopascal]

Sweetest Pie

summary: The Worst Logan isn’t so bad after all. (logan/wolverine x fem black reader)

content warning: Wade is your best friend that’s a warning all on its own, some angst (like literally the tiniest bit) cussing, mutual pining, making out, smut, oral (f receiving), fingering, p in v, dirty talking? (I’m so bad at writing it lmaoo), creampie, actual pie, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it fellas), dacryphilia, post DP&W, breaking the bed, scent kink, overstimulation, he technically sniffs your underwear??, Deadpool being Deadpool, MINORS DNI

a/n: The Sweetest Pie by Megan the Stallion is playing in the background while y’all fuck, that’s all.

tag list: @allmyn1ghts @figsnpassionfruits @dragonqueen89 @shebby-the-webby

Ducking down out of the way, Wade just barely makes it out of the line of fire as a glass mug hits the wall behind him, shattering on impact.

“You wanna run that by me again bub?”

“That was my favorite mug!”

“Repeat what you fucking said!” He snarls, hand balled into tight fists, it’s taking everything in his power not to maul the idiot with his claws….again

“All I said was you're more pent up than a nun doing squats in a cucumber field!” Wade said looking back at the wall, there was already a dent forming, one of many that had been popping up since the older mutant had decided to move in with him.

It's been 3 months since Logan started living with Wade and Blind Al and he’s about fucking had it. Laura had moved out after the first month, needing her own space, but she still frequently visited, he honestly was tempted to join her but figured she wouldn’t want her old man around all the time cramping her style.

Logan could feel a headache coming on as he pinched the bridge of his nose as Wade spoke again.

“You, my little honey badger, are lacking in the hanky panky department and no amount of self loving in the bathroom mirror at midnight is gonna fix that.”

“What the fuck does that even mean?” He asked, sometimes he felt like instead of forming actual sentences Wade just put a bunch of random shit together so he could hear himself speak.

“Oh my gooood you’re so old, I’m talking about sex grandpa, you know, fucking? The horizontal hula? Bumping uglies? Filling the cream donut?”

“Stop.” Logan said with a look of disgust.

“I can smell your sexual frustration from here.” Wade groaned. “You need to spend a little less time brooding around the house like you're a DC character, and maybe spend a little more time doing hot yoga.” He was as he holds up a finger and boops Logan on the nose.

Logan swats his hand away but Wade continues paying no mind to his attitude as he points toward the front door.

“It just so happens that I know a great friend o’ mine who’d have absolutely no problems taming the beast for you bub and oh look at that, she happens to live right across the hall.” He said with a wink

“Don’t bring her into this.” Logan said, waving him off as he went to sit on the couch. Unfortunately Wade knew exactly how he felt about you, having figured it out during their whole ordeal with his variants, Paradox and Cassandra and the bastard had yet to let him live it down.

“Come on Wolvie you can cut the sexual tension you two have with a knife, it’s so thick!” He groans again, throwing himself on the couch beside him dramatically. “It might even be thicker than ours!” Wade said as he leans on Logan’s shoulder fluttering his scarred eyes at him. He shrugs him off, turning the tv on hoping the sound of whatever was on would drown him out but Wade just kept going.

“Stop being a pussy and talk to her!”

“Oh like how you talked to Vanessa?” He snapped back, his anger reaching its limit.

“First of all, we’re a working progress right now and second of all, ouch! Who hurt you?”

Growing tired of Wade and his endless jabbering Logan stood going to grab his jacket from the closet so he could leave.

“Where are you huffing and puffing off too big bad wolf?”

“Anywhere but here.” He said slamming the door shut behind him.

After a few drinks at Sister Margaret's and time to cool his head, Logan returns home to get some chores out of the way. He was far over due to wash his stuff and his hero costume was really starting to fuck with his nose, so, shoving a few handfuls of quarters from Al’s disco dust fund jar into his pockets,he loaded up his hamper and heads down to the laundry room in the basement.

Upon entering he almost immediately bumps into you. You were kicking the dryer when he found you, pissed because it ate your quarters, not paying attention to your surroundings at all.

Digging around in his pockets he bumps his shoulder to yours to get your attention. Startled you nearly jumped out of your skin as he held a hand up in surrender, not meaning to scare you.

“Sorry, just thought I’d offer up some of mine.” He said, pulling a handful of change from his back pocket.

“Oh. that’s ok, I’m-” you start but are stopped when he grabs your hands with one of his and unceremoniously dumps the change into your palms.

“I wasn’t suggesting, take 'em I got more than enough.”

With a silent nod you thank him as he shrugs you off with a “Don’t mention it.”

Logan starts to load up his laundry into the washer next to yours, watching you out of the corner of his eye as you toss your wet clothes into the dryer. You don’t notice as a piece of yellow fabric falls to the floor between you, Logan turns his head to say something, at first not realizing what it was, until it dawns on him that, holy shit, it's a pair of your underwear…and they had Wolverine on them.

They were boxer briefs, nothing inherently sexy about them, but the scent they gave off, clean laundry soap mixed with the smell of your core had Logan reeling.

A small smirk crawled across his face as he started to imagine you wearing them around your house, nothing else adorning your body except for an oversized tee shirt that looked eerily like one of his own, he thought it was cute. Turning his head back to finish his task he kept loading his clothes not showing interest in the underwear to keep from making things awkward. One thing he couldn't deny was your scent. The scent of your core that lingered on the fabric was making his head swim, it was utterly intoxicating, this definitely didn't help with growing his frustration.

After he loaded the washer he pulled a flask from his pocket taking a shot of liquor inside to compose himself as he realized you still hadn’t noticed you dropped them. “You uh dropped something sweetheart.” he nodded towards them. Horrified, you snatch them up and throw them in the dryer.

“Oh god I-I’m sorry! I-“ you start to stutter, at a complete loss for words you slam the dryer lid close and grab your basket ready to leave and hide away in your apartment for the rest of your life until Logan stops you with a strong hand that engulfs your wrist.

“No I-uh I get it. He was your hero right?”

“Yeah he was… but so are you!” You started but quickly press a fist to your forehead in frustration.

“Sorry I don’t want you to feel like you're obligated to live up to him or anything, you’re your own person! I just-“ you were interrupted by Logan closing the distance between you. In your frustration a few of your locs had slipped from your ponytail and were hanging in your face. Logan reached towards you moving one from your face tucking it behind your ear, his bright hazel eyes scanning you carefully taking in your features with a smirk.

“You don’t have to explain yourself.” He said, your scent was sending his sensing into overdrive, he could smell your sweat mixed with the soap you used with the spicy aroma of your arousal starting to peek through.

You look down to the ground still slightly embarrassed but mostly warm from the close proximity before you feel a finger lift your chin causing your gaze to meet Logan’s once more. “S-sorry I ramble when I’m nervous.” It came out almost as a whisper, causing Logan to chuckle. It was an annoying habit you had picked up from your best friend Wade over the years he noticed. The intensity of his stare was starting to send your stomach into knots but not in a bad way.

The sound of the laundry room door opening and closing as another tenant enters quickly separates them. Silently the pair looked away from each other as the tenant loaded up his belongings in the open washer. He quickly spared a passing glance between the two of you who awkwardly tried to stare at anything but each other before shrugging his shoulders and leaving.

An awkward silence blanket over the two of you as you shuffle your feet before you scooped up your basket again.

“Listen Logan-“

“Darlin I-“

You both started at the same time. A deep chuckle rumbled through his chest causing your cheeks to feel warm. You smiled down at your feet and tucked another stray loc behind your ear before Logan spoke again.

“You first.”

“I was just gonna ask, did you maybe wanna come over for dinner tonight?”

Logan thought of a million different reasons why he shouldn’t. As if you could see the hesitation across his face you spoke up again.

“Before you say no, I got booze. Something a bit stronger than what I normally drink but it’s right up your alley. It was a gift from Wade.”

Of course it was from Wade.

“I’m also making pie.”

Well shit.

He let out a small sigh, looking down at your big pleading doe eyes before he shrugged; “Sure,why not.” Afterall how could he say no to you when you looked like that?

He could almost imagine Wade fist pumping the air in excitement at the aspect of the two spending alone time together, the blubbering idiot.

You flashed Logan another bright smile before heading to leave, you paused in the doorway for millisecond, before asking “See you at 7?”

“It’s a date doll.”

Seven o’clock rolled around much too quickly for either of them. Logan was busy fussing with his hair in the mirror trying to get the tufts of hair that usually stick up to lay down when Wade walked into the bathroom unceremoniously.

“Don’t you look positively ravishing tonight, got a hot date peanut?”

“Fuck off.” He growls, giving up with his hair and going to throw on a flannel over his wife beater.

“Wait, you do! Holy dick cheese Batman it’s finally happening!” Wade squealed excitedly

“What the hell are you even doing in here?” Logan asked in the doorway of the bathroom observing Wade, he was dressed in a tee shirt and a pair of hello kitty pajama pants and slippers, Logan rolled his eyes before heading to the kitchen to grab a beer.

“Had to take a shit, thanks for asking, but don’t change the subject!” Wade said following him into the kitchen “Who’s the lucky gal?” He asked leaning on the island, his head propped dreamily on his fist. “Or guy we don’t judge here. Wait wait wait! It's not who I think it is, is it?”

Logan didn’t say anything as he guzzled down his drink pre-gaming for the night, turning to grab another from the fridge before plopping down on the couch behind him.

At his silence Wade kicked his feet and clapped his hands excitedly, swinging around in his seat to look at Logan. Mary Puppins barked from her spot on the couch beside him.

“Fuck the Bachelorette and Love Island! The producers are going to make a killing outta this!” He paced excitedly flopping down beside him struggling to keep his composure. “Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for this?! We are gonna make millions, no fuck that billions off your sex tape alone! I mean you two love birds are going to blossom in internal passion as the stars align with the future of the virgin Mary!” He said hugging Logan from the side.

Confused as fuck he shrugs Wade off him with a frown as he stands to his feet looking at his roommate with a raised brow. Downing the last of his beer he puts the empty bottle on the counter and heads for the door not wanting to be late.

“Oooh don’t forget to wear a condom, peanut! Remember wrap it before you tap it, before you attack her wrap your whacker! And if you’re not gonna sack it, come home and-!“

Logan slams the door shut before Wade could finish anymore of his bullshit.

He raised his hand to knock at your door but hesitated for a moment. Memories of the you from his timeline flooded his brain for a brief moment and he lowered his hand. He had really fucked you over royally in his own timeline and then you had died before he had a chance to fix that. Was he even worth your time in this one?

He shook the thoughts from his head and squared his shoulders, this was his second chance, a chance to fix all the shit he messed up before and he’d be damned if he was gonna waste this opportunity.

Just as he raised his hand to knock again you tore the door open with wide eyes.

“Logan hi!”

“Hey- you ok kid? You look outta breathe.” He questioned looking you up and down in concern while also unabashedly checking you out.

“Y-yeah I’m sorry I was about to come over and ask Wade if I could borrow something but I-it’s fine come on in!” you said ushering him in before the door behind you both.

The inside of your apartment is cute. The layout is much the same as his own place that he shares with Wade and Blind Al but yours just felt a little more homey to him.

Movie posters and works of art decorated your walls, there was a bookcase in the living room full of all kinds of books and knick knacks that you had collected over the years. On a table by the tv was a record player with a decent sized stack of vinyls. The whole place just screamed you.

“Dinner’s just about ready!” You said drawing his attention back to you. You had changed clothes since he last saw you in the laundry room, your outfit hugging your soft curves in all the right places.

“I was comin’ over to see if Wade had some ice cream for the pie, but I guess we could go without it.” You said leading him into the dining room with a smile, you’re always smiling at him, he noticed. “I hope you like blueberry!”

Logan never thought he'd see the day where someone would cook a nice meal for him let alone the variant of someone he treated so callously before.

He winced internally trying not to think about that. He was here now, not in his old shitty universe where you were gone, but in a new one, one where he had friends, a daughter, a family. It was a chance to start over.

“Sounds great darlin, I’m starving.”

Once you sit down for dinner Logan immediately tucks in, he could smell what you were cooking hours ago from across the hall and damn if it wasn’t the best thing he ever put in his stomach.

The two of you made light conversation as you ate, you poured yourself a glass of wine while Logan had the hard stuff, single malt scotch on the rocks. It had been a gift from Wade after one of his missions, an expensive one at that, and Logan savored every drop of it.

After a few more drinks the pair cleared their empty plates, wrapping up the leftovers of their meal up in portions so Logan could take some home with him. You were pulling the pie from the oven when you heard the telltale sound of running water, looking over you see Logan, rolling up his sleeves with a dish towel draped over his shoulder as he started to do the dishes.

You bite your lip to physically keep from moaning and embarrassing yourself on the spot, domesticity looked damn good on him.

His nose twitched as he smelled your arousal spike for a second, thinking it better to keep that to himself he shifted on his feet as he dried a dish and put it on the rack.

“You don’t have to-“ You started pulling off your oven mitts. They were Star Wars themed, nerdy like the rest of your apartment.

God you were such a geek! You thought flustered, while shoving them onto the counter behind you.

“Nah you cooked, it’s the least I could do.” He said not moving from his spot at the sink

“Logan.” You said firmly placing a hand on your hip. “You’re a guest.”

“And you cooked.” He reiterated,cocking an eyebrow your way. “I’m not budging on this darlin.”

You sigh defeatedly as you grab the towel from his shoulder. “Fine, at least let me help.”

The two of you do the dishes in silence, him washing and you drying, your fingers brushing against each other every so often.

“Dinner was great.” Logan said awkwardly trying to break the stifling silence that enveloped you.

“Good I’m glad you liked it.” You smiled down at your hands timidly, refusing to let him see you cheesing as hard as you were.

“Sorry for not being better company, I know you’re more used to people talkin’ your ear off.”

Wade begrudgingly crosses his mind.

"I'm just uh not so good with people. Makes me anxious.” He admitted, it took a lot for him to come out and say it but he was comfortable with you, he trusted you.

“I get it, I’m the same way that’s why I’m always around Wade. He usually does all the talking for me.” You say fondly thinking back to all the times Wade had been your emotional support extrovert.

Logan honestly had no idea how you put up with him.

“Besides I think your company’s just fine Logan, I like having you around.”

I like being around you too, he wanted to say but he couldn’t get it out. Instead he settled for brushing his shoulder against yours, a small smile dancing across his features as you smiled back up at him.

Flicking the water from your hand as you both finished up, you dry your hands on another rag before offer it up to Logan, his fingers brushing against yours for the umpteenth time that night.

When you look up he’s staring at you, his eyes taking in your features again, flickering between your face and your mouth. You can’t quite place what the emotion is behind his eyes but it makes your belly feel warm and your chest flutters.

Maybe it’s the alcohol you both had, though you know for a fact it takes a whole hell of a lot more than what you had to get you both drunk, but you could have sworn he was getting closer to you.

You start to back up just as he moves to close the distance between you. Chest to chest, or more like chest to sternum as he was almost a whole foot taller than you, Logan starts to lean down sniffing you as your back hits the counter behind you.

“Your heart’s racing.” He says

You had almost completely forgotten about his heightened senses. You were so nervous this whole evening, hoping that everything would go right, could he hear you this whole time? Oh god could he smell you?

“You smell good too.” He says moving to stroke your face with the back of his hand, confirming your fears. You clench your legs together tightly, hoping to at least dampen the smell of how wet you were becoming, causing him to chuckle.

“No use hiding it doll, I can smell you from a mile away.” He said leaning down so that his face is closer to yours.

“Logan…” you whisper. His eyes never leaving your mouth.

“Hm?”

“T-the pie…” You stuttered nervously as your own eyes drifted down to his mouth. You worked so hard on the pie you didn’t know if you’d hate it more if it went to waste or if he moved away from you at that moment.

You wanted more than anything for him to stay where he was, caging you in at the counter like a frightened little mouse.

“It can wait sweetheart.” He said, finally claiming your lips as his own.

He pulls back for a moment to look at you, dipping to place a gentle peck on your lips, as if he’s asking if this is ok.

You wrap your arms around him, dragging his mouth back down to yours, he moves his hands to the back of your thighs hoisting you up onto the counter behind you, grinding himself into you as the kiss deepens.

Logan hesitates in the kiss for a moment, pulling himself away from you as if he realizes something. When you try to lean back in and kiss him again he stops you, holding you at arm’s length searching your eyes for something, anything he could use to make you hate him in this timeline like you undoubtedly did in his old one but he found nothing but adoration.

“You-“ he starts to speak, his voice a little shaky “You don’t want this sweetheart, I’m not a good man.”

I’m not your hero, he meant to say.

You place a hand on his cheek rubbing softly at his mutton chops with your thumb.

“Please stop telling me what I fucking want.” You say leaning back in to peck at his lips. “I want you, not a hero, or this timeline’s Logan, or any other Logan out there, just you. You’re not the Worst Logan, you're just you and I want all of you.” You finish while leaning up into him, waiting for his response.

Raising an eyebrow and at a complete loss for words, having rarely heard you cuss, Logan smirks before leaning back down to meet you the rest of the way recapturing your lips with a “Yes ma’am.”

His right hand comes up to cup your jaw, gently running the pad of his thumb over the skin before running his hand up to weave his finger through your locs.

You hop off the counter, grabbing him by his flannel your mouth reconnects with his as you lead him into your bedroom, he kicks the door shut behind him.

You start to kiss down his jaw before Logan stops you with a growl. He picks you up and tosses you onto the bed before his lips reconnect with yours.

His hands find their way under your clothes to paw at you, as you free him from the confines of his flannel. Tossing it behind him, it hits your iPod dock causing music to start playing but neither of you care, too enraptured in each other to even notice. Logan pulls away from your mouth only long enough to pull your shirt over your head, his hands trailing down to pull down your pants and underwear next.

He grabs you by your hips dragging you to the edge of the bed, as he kneels down in front of you, eye level with your hot core.

You throw your head back with a moan at the first drag of his tongue. Your legs finding their way around his shoulders as he drags his nose and tongue up and down teasing you.

He presses his mouth against your clit, sucking on it before pulling away and flicking it with his tongue, drawing circles and nipping at it with his teeth.

Watching you through dark lashes, he drags his hand down your body bringing it to his mouth, he licks his finger, bringing it to your wet cunt as he slowly begins to move it in and out of you, curling it against your gummy walls searching until he finds the right spot. You let out a strangled half-sob as he leans back down pressing his mouth against your clit again, sucking and flicking at the hard nub.

“Shit,” you rasp out, reaching out for him. He knew you were getting close, he could tell from the way you pulsed around him as he added another finger.

Tears brimmed your eyes as you felt your orgasm building. “Please, right there!” You choked, eyes closing as you threw your head back.

“So fucking wet for me already and I barely touched you.” Logan chuckles. You stifled a noise as your impending orgasm builds in your gut.

“I-I’m gonna-!” You start to cry out but are cut off by a sob.

“I gotcha darlin, I’m right here.” He mumbles into your pussy as he reaches his free hand out to hold your hips open for him, your hands frantically bury themselves in his hair, desperate for something to hang on to. He carries on lapping at you as you squirm talking you through your orgasm as he rubbed his nose to your clit, drawing it out of you as his fingers continue to fuck in and out of you.

“That’s it sweetheart.” He sighs as he keeps fucking you on his fingers, his intensity increasing as he latches himself back onto your clit devouring you like a man starved, you come almost instantly. It’s when he looks up at you, hazel eyes dark and hungry, that you finally lose it, your second orgasm of the night ripping through like a freight train.

Standing back to his feet Logan licks your residue from his lips and fingers, chin glistening with your slick.

You sit up immediately grabbing at his belt, fingers rushed and fumbling with the buckle, he replaces your hands quickly unbuckling it before pulling the hem of his shirt up over his head.

Reaching behind you, you free your chest from your bra, just as he kicks his pants off. Logan pushes you backwards, your back hitting the soft mattress beneath you as he stalks over towards you on his hands and knees.

He inhales deeply through his nose taking in your scent, the aroma of you mixed with your arousal is intoxicating and is driving him absolutely feral, with a wet kiss he bites down hard where your neck and shoulder meet, where your scent’s the strongest, nearly drawing blood, before he’s back on you, covering your mouth with his own kissing you viciously as if you’d fade away from existence if he let you go.

He laps at the spot he had previously bitten you as he slowly pulls away, soothing the skin there. The mark was already gone, thanks to your healing factor, but god you could still feel it and you secretly ached that he’d do it again.

You soon feel the head of his cock running along your folds, it’s thick, and hot to the touch as he runs it along your slick hole. Then without warning he’s pushing into you, sheathing himself inside of you with a single thrust.

Logan threw his head back with a loud groan. He promised himself he’d go slow with you, take his take opening you up for him but fuck if this didn’t feel right, good it felt oh so good.

“Fuck” he grunts out into your mouth as he drops his head down to drag you into a hard smoldering kiss swallowing your moans as he sinks in fully.

He lets you adjust for a few moments before he pulls back and thrusts into you instinctively, repeating the harsh action as he begins to slowly pick up his pace. If you had been completely human, the force of his thrusts would’ve surely shattered your pelvis or at least threw them out of alignment.

Reaching up to grab onto the headboard of your bed to anchor himself Logan locks in fully, gripping the wood bar in a death grip as he pushes into you. You reach up too, grabbing a handful of sheets by your head with one hand and his hips with the other, desperate for something to anchor yourself with as Logan’s brutal pace has you reeling.

“L-Logan!” you cry out, body shaking from the force of his thrusts. His cock sinking deeper and deeper as he angles your legs over his shoulders, hitting that sweet spot inside of you repeatedly making your legs tremble in unadulterated pleasure.

An audible crack is heard from where Logan is still holding onto your headboard but you both could careless, your heads completely clouded over with lust.

Just when you were starting to think it was all too much, his thumb finds your clit again and starts to rub fierce quick little circles.

“Gimme one more darlin.” His voice is strained and rough, as he leans down to your neck inhaling your scent again as he licks up to your neck nipping at your jaw and neck as he pulls away.

You scrambled to get away, pushing at his chest as the over sensitivity was proving to be too much.

Logan lets go of the headboard and grabs both your hands with his much larger one, locking them firmly to his chest right over his rapidly beating heart.

“Don’t try and run from me kid, you wanted this remember?” He chuckled darkly, picking up his pace even more if that were possible.

Tears stream steadily down your cheeks as your barreling toward your next orgasm, it’s here, with your hair fanned out around your head, cheeks puffy and tear stained while you pant desperately trying to get away and keep up with him at the same time , that he thinks this is the most beautiful he’s ever seen you.

“Come on my dick, baby.”

Your body completely locks up at his words, your back arching off the bed as you scream, your orgasm wrecking through you as you clench around him like a vice. Logan drops your legs, yanking you up into a messy kiss as he takes you through it.

“Good fucking girl.” He grunts against your lips, he gives you a few moments to come down from your high, burying his face into your neck before he resumes his punishing pace.

You think you’re at your limit as fat tears fall from your eyes, never have you ever felt this good, this full before, it’s far too much for you.

Just as you were about to tap out, he grunts into your neck, his hands move to grip your ass bringing it up to meet his thrusts.

“Fuck, tell me where?” He growls out. He wraps an arm around your back bringing you chest to chest as he fucks you on his lap, the new angle making him hit that sweet spot inside of you that makes your toes curl.

At first you don’t quite understand what he’s asking, your brain too foggy to comprehend much of anything right now, but as he sinks his teeth into your shoulder, nearly drawing blood again, you finally understood, he was close and so were you again.

“Inside, please I wanna feel you.” You whimpered as he pounds into you. He groans at your request and picks up the pace rutting up into you desperately like an animal. His hammering is deep and unforgiving with his enhanced strength but it feels too good to make him stop, you’ll definitely have a hard time walking in the morning.

With one last harsh flick of his thumb to your clit you’re coming hard on his dick, clenching around him as your body quivers uncontrollably, almost blacking out for a moment.

He growls as his hips stutter against your own, as he cums into you, the force of his final thrust knocking you both bad down onto the mattress. Logan thrusts a few more times, pumping his load as deep inside of you as he could, claiming your mouth once again in a deep searing kiss.

You run your hands through his hair as he nearly drops himself on you, his forearms supporting the weight of his adamantium skeleton. He’s still buried inside you as you're peppering his face and neck with light kisses.

It’s quiet for a moment before he lifts himself up, pulling himself from inside you with a grunt. He pushes stray locs from your face as he kisses your forehead and flops over onto the other side of the bed dragging you with him.

At the weight of his adamantium bones dropping down onto the already crack and barely hanging on frame your bed frame finally gives out dropping your mattress to the floor with a loud thud, startling the both of you.

“I can’t believe that just happened.” You panted too shocked and tired to move from your spot on his chest.

“Sorry baby, I’ll get you a new one.” Logan laughs lightly as he pulls you to his chest.

A comfortable silence fills the room as the two of you lay on the floor, your breathing starting to return to normal. Leaning down to inhale your scent again Logan’s met with the pleasant tang of you covered in him and pulls you tighter snuggling you into him.

“You still with me?” The rough edge of his voice brings you back to your senses.

You smiled up at him from his chest with a big dopey smile, eyes completely dazed as you answered with an “mm-hm.” Too fucked out to fully speak properly. You laid back down on his chest, eyes closed as you shiver, he runs a hand up and down your spine as you start to drift off.

He chuckles at your response or lack thereof and pulls your sheets over the both of you. The temperature in the room had started to come down dramatically as your sweat covered bodies cooled in the night.

Just as Logan was about to close his eyes and join you in what was hopefully a peaceful night’s rest for the first time in years, your bedroom door bursts open revealing Wade, still clad in his hello kitty pajamas helping himself to a piece of the pie you had left out.

“Jesus Wade!” You yell eyes practically bulging out of your head as you scramble to grip the sheets to your chest.

“What the fuck asshole?!” Logan growled trying his best to shield you from view with his arms. His hazel eyes were seething with anger.

“My sweet virgin eyes!” Wade said, covering his eyes but still peeking through them through a gap in his fingers with a smirk as he chewed loudly. “You two sounded like an indoor jungle gym but instead of a shit ton of kids it's just you two.” He laughs shoving the rest of the slice into his mouth as he moves to sit on the edge of the broken bed on the floor, pointing an accusatory finger at you. “You, young lady, have some pipes on you. Could hear you practically singing about the Wolverine.~” he teases with a tsk.

“And you sir!” He points to Logan who growls at him as he swats his hand outta his face. “Where do I even begin?” He tsked again as he shook his head “You really had some pent up frustration didn’t you, you slut? Did you break her? I know she has a healing factor too but good god man have some restraint!” he leans back on her broken bed as he spreads himself out on the end.

“And her poor bed! I hope you're planning on replacing it, bee tee dubs.” Wade rolls over onto his side propping himself up on his elbow at the couple’s feet. “Did he even use a condom?” He whispered to you loudly before adding “Nice tits by the way.” as he winked at Logan. “I don’t think creampie was the type of pie she had in mind when she invited you over for dinner, old man.”

“Who knew Wolverine was a cuddler?”

You roll your eyes at Wade’s antics completely used to him over the years of knowing him but Logan on the other hand had clearly had enough. Ripping the sheets from himself you watch as Logan comically chases Wade out of the room, buck ass naked.

Slamming your bedroom door shut Logan turns the lock with a grunt, finally returning to your side he pulls you back to his chest and flings the sheets over you.

“He’s not so bad, y'know when you get used to him.” You shrug with your eyes closed as you snuggle into his chest. Adrenaline, now dying down, sleep had started to wrap you in its dreamy embrace and it was hard to keep your eyes open.

“That little cockroach is gonna be the death of me.”

You laugh at him one last time before finally drifting off. Your soft snores were the last thing Logan heard as he too snuggled into your warmth and drifted off.

Who knew the Wolverine was such a cuddler.

[sexy-monster-fucker]

Santa, Baby

Santa!Art the Clown x F!Reader SMUT

Summary: There’s a Christmas Party at the club the reader works at. After bumping into a strange man in the streets, she spreads the word of the party.

cw: isn’t art his own warning??, choking, fingering, mentions of blood, oral f!receiving, multiple orgasms, mentions of kidnapping, biting, violence, p in v, hair pulling, scratching, blood play, overstimulation, creampie,

a/n: imma be real with yall, if you can’t handle watching the Terrifier movies don’t read fanfiction about Art bc tagging all this stuff in the warning was CRAZY lmao

~~~

It was the Saturday before Christmas.

Some people were out shopping, other’s having festive dinner with their loved ones. And then there was you. Getting dressed up in a slutty, red Santa-dress. It sat high upon your thighs, if you even attempted to bend over your matching red lacy underwear would be on full display.

Hoping the outfit would get you better tips. Maybe even a cute guy for you to play around with. Twirling Round in the mirror before leaving your house.

The weather was nice, so you opted to walk. You did not live that far away from work, sometimes the car was easier. But you could not lie that the thought of you turning heads on the street sent a thrill through you.

As you walked down the street, you bumped into a pale man wearing a Santa outfit. Knocking his black trash bag out of his grasp. White wig, red hat and jumpsuit, and big black shoes. Noticing his crooked nose and clown-like face paint. Rather peculiar for this time of year. Almost a mix of Halloween and Christmas.

His mouth formed an ‘O’ when your eyes met. Brows quickly furrowing down at you.

“I’m so sorry. I wasn’t paying attention,” you quickly apologized. Leaning down to pick up the bag for him. Your breasts peaking through the top of your tight dress. His eyes found themselves looking down your dress. Unable to deny his mind wandering to a perverted place. Not usually the type to feel this type of thing for people. Only desire he had being to kill and be covered in their blood. But something about you made a different part of him crave you.

“I like your costume,” you complimented, “There’s this Christmas Party down at the club if you’re interested.” You dug in your purse for one of the flyers. Giving it to him. Silently examining the pamphlet, his brows raised as he nodded. You both awkwardly stood on the sidewalk. Creepy smile never leaving the clown’s face. You continued to smile back at him, eyes looking around. “Silent type? How mysterious, I like it,” you tapped your fingers against his chest, “Hopefully I’ll see you there tonight, I’ve gotta get going. Bye!” You waved him off as you walked past him. His stiff body following you until he was facing the same direction. Eyes never leaving you. Peering at how your hips swayed and ass bounced in the dress.

What was wrong with him?

You headed down to the street the club was on. Waving at the bouncer, unable to stop himself from eye-fucking you in that dress. Booping him on the nose as you entered.

The club was decorated in all Christmas lights. A handful of fake trees placed along the floor. Everyone dressed up as different holiday characters. Elves, Snowmen, Reindeer, the whole nine yards. You were greeted by your happy coworkers as you took your place behind the bar. Preparing for the night of heavy drinkers ahead. Unable to get that clown out of your mind.

The Club was booming. Extremely loud Christmas remixes, people singing along and grinding together filled the scene. Strobing lights decorated the walls as the big projected screen behind the DJ showed clips of old Christmas movies without sound. It was difficult to hear your customers like this, good thing you could read lips.

There was finally a dry spell at the bar. Giving you time to stretch your neck and legs. Rolling your shoulders as you softly bobbed your head to the music. Taking a drink of water from your bottle. Almost every seat at the bar was taken. People hitting on each other, drinking away their sorrows, and some groups filled the seats. When a familiar face sat on your side of the bar. Loud garbage bag clanged against the floor. Causing you to jump out of your skin. Eyes peered over to the source.

White and Black face paint. It was the guy from the street. Your expression beamed at him. “Hey! You came by,” you reached a hand out to him in excitement. Wide smile painted across his face as he nodded at you. Still as silent as ever.

“I’m so glad you decided to come by. Still looking good in that Santa outfit I see,” you flirted. He snickered as he tucked his face into his shoulder, pretending that your words were embarrassing him. Hands coming up to wave off your compliment. Gesturing to your body, silently complimenting you.

You walked around the bar, hands tip-toeing up his arm, “Think you’re looking for a Mrs. Claus?”

The Clown tilted his head to the side. Eyes scanning your entire body, resting on your breasts with a devious smile. Looking up at you through his lashes, nodding slowly. You smiled at him.

“Can you cover me?” You called out to your coworker behind the bar. She gave a thumbs up as she poured a shot for a customer. You smiled giddily at him. His brows raising as he returned the look. He stood from his seat, towering over you. He was so tall. Long fingers wrapped around your wrist as he dragged you down a dark hallway. Garbage bag occasionally scraping the wall. He led you around as if he knew the place. Familiar with the proper hiding spots. Arousal pooled deep in your bones. Where his hand held your wrist ignited throughout your body.

He stopped in front of a dingy door to an abandoned bathroom. Opening it and allowing you in first. It was dark in the old bathroom. You never used this one, reserved for occasional hookups and doing lines for your coworkers. The mysterious clown flicked on the dimly yellow bulb. Pointing excitedly towards the old stained mirror. The words “Art Was Here” was written in some type of red. Assuming it was some lipstick.

“Is that your name?”

Art nodded happily. Jumping up and down and clapping. You leaned against the cold brick wall. Arms folded over your chest as you stared at him. Examining his tall figure. His loosely fitting Santa costume leaving most of him up to your imagination. Except for those hands. Long, strong fingers. Barely peaking out of the fingerless gloves he wore.

His expression dropped suddenly. Brows falling in a straight line over his eyes. Mouth sealed with a hint of a frown. You felt your heartbeat speed up. A small amount of fear taking over at his sudden mood change. His head tilted slightly, eyes tracing your body. Your eyes darted around the dark room unsure of what his next move was. Was he going to fuck you? Kill you? Maybe nothing at all.

Before you could open your mouth he lunged at you. Thick fingers wrapped around your throat. Strong grasp around your windpipe. Pulling every bit of air out of you. Your eyes widened at him. A smirk of mischief painting the corner of his mouth. Leaning forward as if he was going to kiss you, turning into a long stripe licked up your face. Shoulders bounced with silent laughter. Fingers tightening around your jugular. You could feel yourself struggling to breathe. Vision growing slightly blurry with each passing minute. Art’s fingers traced down your body, squeezing your breasts along the way. Hooked up under your dress. Raising his eyebrows in surprise when he felt your lacy panties soaking wet. Wagging his finger at you, partially shaming you for your arousal.

You gasped for air that you did not receive. Feeling woozy. Art’s finger going back down to your aching core, circling your clit with two fingers. A broken moan escaped your throat. Dark eyes stared at your face. Watching how it contorted when he would hit the spot you liked. Feeling his cock growing with the pathetic noises you made.

Just as you felt yourself about to faint, Art removed his hand from your neck. Your own hand replaced his as you began heaving for air. Sliding slightly down the wall, firmer against his fingers. He puckered his lip out mocking the tears that stained the corners of your eyes. Your moans were far louder now. Being able to fully express yourself and the harder feeling of his fingers. His dark eyes watched how your chest bounced with each moan you let out.

Art slipped his middle finger under your panties, sliding it into your soaked folds. Causing your body to buckle forward against him. Grabbing his shoulder for support as your legs grew shaky and weak. Emotionless eyes met yours. Face still and unmoving as you pleaded up at him with your doe eyes. Curling his finger while the others continue circling your clit. His name fell from you in a cry as you felt that familiar tightening in your lower abdomen.

He knew his way around the human body, that was for sure. Knowing all the right places to inflict pain or pleasure. Usually he enjoyed seeing the way people would desperately run from him, crying out in pain when he would strike them down. Loving the way blood and guts warmed up his hands. But here he was, keeping you in tact while still feeling your insides. Adoring the way your sensitive insides clamped around his finger. How your body begged for him to please it. Walls pulling him deeper into you. Still getting that same pleasure as he watched you cry out and cling to him. The way tears stained under your eyes and fingers dug into his skin pooling inside him. Feeling his own arousal begin growing in his oversized pants.

You began thrusting up and down on his fingers. Widening his eyes as he watched you chase your high with his fingers. Opting to slide another into you, curling and scraping against your insides. Grazing that spongey spot that sent electricity through you. Curiosity painted his expression now. With one final curl of fingers, you came undone around him. Walls fluttering and sucking in his fingers. Arousal leaking down his digits as he continued pumping into you. Your entire body began shaking as you dug your fingers into his shoulders, having to hold them both to stabilize yourself. Your face curled into the crook of his neck. Skin smelling of sweat and iron.

Art pushed you against the wall. Standing stiffly in front of you as you panted. Face red with post orgasm glow. Feeling your walls clamp around nothing now. Craving something more. A closed mouth smile morphed into a wicked grin, baring his stained teeth. Examining his fingers that had been inside you. Pulling them apart while they were still connected by your arousal, a slimey rope connecting them. Taking his fingers into his mouth, sucking the taste of you off them. Eyes rolling into the back of his head. Sucking them off with a pop.

Unable to deny that that did something for you. Your chest was tight as you looked his body up and down. Landing on the faint tent pitched in his pants.

The tall clown fell to his knees in front of you. Crawling over and throwing the front of your dress up. Staring at your ruined panties. Soaked lace sticking to your lips. His hand rubbed up your leg, with a tug of brute force ripping your panties off in one go. Cold air hitting your heated mound. He suddenly licked up into your pussy. Tongue dancing down the slit, lapping at the remainder of you. He took one of your legs and threw it over his shoulder, giving him better access to you.

Art ate you out like it was going to be his last meal. Sloppily, his tongue spread your folds while his hands held tightly into your thighs. His crooked nose bumping against your throbbing clit. Still overstimulated from your first orgasm. Knowing it would not take long for him to take you there again at this rate.

“Art, I’m going to cum again,” your voice was shaken.

He nodded aggressively, refusing to remove from your opening. He had found a new favorite taste. Unable to get enough of you. If he could, he would bottle your taste up and take it home with him. Or maybe even take you away with him. Lock you up in his warehouse so he could taste you whenever he wanted. He knew you would taste especially good when your period would come around. His two favorite flavors combined.

You began grinding down onto his face. Pushing his nose against your clit over and over. Chasing your secondary high, unsure how many more he would have you endure. Not really caring. If they all felt this good you would let him have you however he wanted. Unwinding on his face. Art pressed his tongue between your folds wanting to feel them contort against his it. You slid down the wall loosing yourself. Art held you up like it was no problem. A strange strength coming from him. Your eyes squinted shut momentarily trying to catch your breath.

Art continued licking until you subsided. Standing, his face covered in your juices. Oddly none of his makeup smudged. You had to find out where he bought his foundation. Hooded eyes gazed down at you. You looked so pathetic sliding into the floor in front of him. Tits rising as you panted. He pictured how your lungs looked expanding in your chest. Desire to rip you open filling his thoughts. Fading when he felt his cock throbbing.

Long digits reached out to help you to your feet. Releasing you and letting you tumble back, head hitting the cold brick. You winced when it started to ache. Silently he laughed and pointed at you. Miming you hitting your head. You scowled up at him. He definitely enjoyed your pain. Something you were too overstimulated to care about. He rolled his eyes at you when you did not laugh along with him, reaching his hand out again. Swirling his finger in a circle gesturing for you to try again.

Art pulled you flush against his chest. Stronger than anyone else you had ever been in contact with. Acting as if you weighed nothing. You fluttered your lashes up at him. Mouth hung open as you continued taking deep breaths in. Abruptly he turned you around, forcing you against the sink. Staring at him through the mirror. Watching how his hands massaged and stroked your torso in the reflection. His nose traveled from your shoulder up to your neck. Tongue coming out to lick at your throat. Pulling skin between his teeth as he sucked a deep purple bruise there. You moaned for him, loving the attention he gave to your skin. His hands gripped your chest, pulling your breasts out of your top. Cold fingertips pinched at your hardening bulbs. His eyes fixated on your chest in the mirror. Tongue traveling further up your neck until it ended behind your ear.

He was entranced by your body. Not ever taking the time to see how things changed when someone was sexually aroused. Being all too familiar with how the body acted with pure terror. Your fastening heart rate thumped against his hands. Feeling your pulse against his lips had his desires in overdrive. He could have devoured you right there. Smeared your blood all over the walls of this shit-hole bathroom. Fucked your bloodied mouth while you fought within an inch of your life to survive.

But that would not satisfy him.

Sure, your flesh ripped between his teeth would be nice. But hearing all the pathetic cries and moans you made for him was even better. The way you would whine his name was like music to his ears.

Art reached down, freeing his length from the confides of his red pants. He was swollen and leaking pre-cum. Pushing your back forward forcing you to bend over the sink. Holding yourself up with your hands as you held eye contact in the mirror. He kicked your legs apart further, making sure he could get into you. Grabbing his cock by the base and swirling it around your slick. Coating himself with you, testing the waters of how far he was willing to go. You were so warm and welcoming. He could always leave you out to dry. Just play around and never fuck you. But he needed his own release. And the way you whined his name when he dipped a little deeper his mind was made up.

Art slammed himself into you. Hands gripping your skirt upon your lower back. Watching the way your ass bounced against his cock. Wickedly grinning at the sight of him penetrating you. Tongue coming out to glaze his rotten teeth. Sound of your skin smacking mixed with your screaming moans was like music to his ears. He was relentless. Length hitting deep inside you. One of his hands tangled in your hair, arching your neck back to force you to watch in the mirror.

“Yes, yes, yes,” you called to him like a prayer each time he would sheath inside you. His long shaft stretched your entrance perfectly. You scrunched your face up and rolled your eyes back as he continued pounding into you. Mouth forming an ‘O’. Your insides spasmed around his cock as it filled you up. Art’s brows twitched with pleasure. His toothy grin was unwieldy.

His other hand gripped your ass. Nails breaking the skin as he clawed at your soft flesh. Loving how your crimson red painted your cheek. Collecting the blood on his finger tips and pressing them against your aching nub once again. Circling the sensitivity. Breath hitched in your throat as he leaned further into his grasp on your hair. Closing your eyes and screaming loudly for him. Feeling your orgasm approaching rapidly.

Art’s pace was brutal. Snapping his hips up into you. With each circle of fingers and flick of hips, you were seeing stars. Almost too drunk on cock to form sentences. Never imagining when you got dressed today your night would go like this. Lost in ecstasy of pleasure. Coil winding tighter and tighter in your stomach.

Fingers taking you to a place of pure hormonal bliss. Insides quaking and pulling him deeper. Art’s mouth shaped into an ‘O’ realizing you were cumming around his cock. Nodding with satisfaction as his dark eyes pierced into yours. Watching how drool fell out of your mouth and sweat rolled down your body.

Art pulled his fingers up, seeing the crimson red was now a softer pink. Shoving the combination of you into his mouth. Licking between his fingers like something from a porno. His shoulders relaxed as he continued fucking into you. Your entire body was shaking. Legs wobbled like they would give out on you any second.

His wet fingers rubbed at your chest. Tracing up and curling between your lips. Forcing their way into your mouth. Taking them like he wanted. He released his grip on your hair, planting the hand against your hip instead. Pinning you with his hips. Clearing chasing his own high now. Continuing to watch as he pumped his fingers into your mouth. Loving the sound of you gagging and slobbering. Feeling himself twitch inside you. His breathing picking up as he focused where he punctured you.

Watching how perfectly you sucked him in. Wanting to cum all inside you. Wanted you so filled with him you could barely walk. Knowing it would make you crave him forever. Addicted to the feeling of his seed inside you.

Hips pressed flush against yours. Shooting his white hot inside you. Coating your walls with his cum. Holding still so he could feel you milk him. He rolled his neck and leaned his head back, never having felt something this good. His chest pounded as he begged for air. Deep breaths filling his desperate lungs.

You slumped against the sink. Quivering arms and legs fighting to hold you up. Resting your head on your arms. Your cunt having been worked to its limit.

Art stood up straighter behind you. Flattening his suit down with his hands. Smiling at you in the mirror as he tucked his member back away. Waving his fingers at you.

You were unsure who this man was, but you never wanted to be apart from him.

~~~

[END]

// Thank you so much for reading! This is only my second time writing for Art, but I sure do love writing him. Expressing his mannerisms is so fun. If you have any requests for him, please send them my way! I look forward to future Fics! //

{tags}

@l0sercat ~ @tedi28 ~ @hyperfixated-clown ~ @papispam ~ @melaninatedhorrorqueen ~ @lcvsanaa ~ @dilfismz ~ @knoepfl ~ @tuttifuckinfruttifriday ~ @spookysquids

[dusknoirfangirl]

Food related ways to care for your F/O ✨

✧ Cutting up some fruit for them. I don't care if that's a grown man, I'm asking if he wants his appy slices and some owanges and strawbebbies.

✧ Bringing them a beverage. Do they often work late? Coffee time, have some cocoa on top. Do they struggle to fall asleep? Here's some delicious tea, or milk with honey. Do they just forget to hydrate? Drink some water you dumb fuck /aff

✧ Remembering details about them that everyone forgets. Whether that's sensitivity to certain smells and textures, their coffee order, how they like their eggs, whether they're vegan, vegetarian, or have food intolerances... all up to you.

✧ Giving them the bigger amount of food, or the bigger slice of a cake. Add an extra dollop of cream perhaps. Letting them have the last piece. The last bite of something.

✧ Letting them have the first bite, too, actually. In fact, maybe you ordered something you knew they would like, too, just so they could taste it as well.

✧ Cutting their sandwich diagonally for them. Eating the veggies they don't like, or giving them yours.

✧ Always carrying a snack in case they get light headed or forget to eat. Also treating them for snacks.

✧ Feeding them a spoonful of your dessert mid conversation. Feeding them soup when they're sick. Feeding them snacks while you're both fixed on the movie. Feeding them in general

✧ Licking Wiping cream off their mouth or nose. Or even better... putting it there yourself. Just a little nose boop. Or a small whipped cream flavored kiss. Sweet.

[bunny-lovers]

Imagine your f/o gently poking your nose and going “boop”.

proship/darkship/neutral DNI

[doctorsfavorite]

Imagine sneaking up behind your F/O when they’re completely absorbed in something important and serious, slipping your ice-cold hand up under their shirt. They jump, eyes wide in surprise and spinning around like a startled cat. “Again?” they mutter, trying to look irritated, but their eyes are full of amusement. “I’ll get you back for that one”.

Later, when they’re going on about something that feels too long (honestly, you’ve stopped listening halfway through), you tap your finger on their nose, soft and quick. They blink, momentarily thrown off. “Did you just… boop me?”. Their hand flies to their face and they sigh. “I cannot bear to see your mischief“. But you catch them peeking at you through their fingers.

A little while later, they glance at you, their expression softer. “I think I’m coming down with something…” they say, placing a hand over their chest in mock distress. “Sick with affection, I’m afraid. Only one cure-”. So you lean in and give them a kiss. Their eyes flutter shut, a content smile tugging at their lips. “Much better,” they murmur. It’s clear that they love you very much.

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[vergils-beloved]

this is your sign to go boop your f/o's nose

[r0cket-spr0cket]

SHOUTOUT TO MY FELLOW AROACE SELF-SHIPPERS!!

As one myself, kissing really grosses me out and makes me super uncomfortable-

HERE'S OTHER WAYS TO SHOW YOUR F/O(s) SOME LOVE!!

(Friendly) biting

Nose boops

Hand holding

Nuzzling your cheek against theirs

Hugs!

Pressing your forehead against theirs

Cuddling

Petting

Happy pride month!! <333

[luciathcv]

ᥫ᭡ enhypen masterlist

ᥫ᭡ guide: angst (a), fluff (f), suggestive (sg)

ᥫ᭡ ot7

petnames (f)

ᥫ᭡ lee heeseung

clingy boy (f)

destructive love (a)

nevertheless, I'm here (sg).(a)

you don't know betty boop? (f)

turn me please (f) - vampire!enhypen

down bad (f)

evan lee??? (f) - texting post

hormones (f)

ᥫ᭡ park jongseong

learning (f)

post-nap (f)

cupid (f)

my husband (f)

at your beckon call (f)

ᥫ᭡ sim jaeyun

going on a walk w him and layla (f)

the boy next door (f)

lego masters (f)

worries (a).(f)

amusement park date (f)

he's in a bad mood (f).(a)

just friends (f)

comfort (a).(f)

hola! (f)

i know that it's L-O-V-E (f)

christmas season (f) - christmas post

fanservice (f).(a)

clumsy (f)

here for you (f)

your amazing loving caring boyfriend (f).(a) - texting post

young and beautiful (f).(a)

boyfriend material (f)

blurred lines (f)

christmas list (f) - christmas post

sick kisses (f)

tipsy photoshoot (f)

boyfieeee (f) - texting post

close friends (f) - instagram stories

ᥫ᭡ park sunghoon

ice skating date (f)

zzz (f)

blackout (f)

you're so blind (a).(f)

spoiled (f)

be my valentine? (a).(f)

secret consideration (f)

self control (a).(f) - vampire!enhypen

princess, is your hand okay? (f)

consolation (f).(a)

santa baby (f) - texting post

anything for you (f)

ᥫ᭡ kim sunoo

burnt out (f)

ᥫ᭡ yang jungwon

sleepover w jungwon (f)

ᥫ᭡ nishimura riki

cooking with niki (f)

sleepover with niki (f)

niki is the type of boyfriend (f)

birthday boy (f)

ignoring him (f)

slow mornings (f)

convenience store adventures (f) - version one

convenience store adventures (f) - version two

puppy love (f)

don't leave me (f).(a)

venting (f).(a)

smoothies? (f)

fansign (f)

kamakura, japan (f)

football game (f)

the feels (f)

i want boda (f) - texting post

slime videos (f) - texting post

teeth (f).(a) - long fic

the exchange student masterlist - smau

make it all better (f)

moonstruck (f)

blood in the cut (f) - vampire!enhypen

i've been tracking you (f).(a) - texting post

on my death bed (f).(a) - texting post

wrongful rejection (f).(a)

keep quiet (f)

shared shower (f).(a)

[helloiamadrawer]

Jax curing your stress (NSFW Version) x f! reader

warnings: voice kink,Jax being an asshole, cursing

a/n: my first time writing for jax so it may be a bit rusty until I get used to writing for him :) enjoy!

oh this asshole of a rabbit knew his voice had an impact on you since you entered the circus that's for sure cause everytime he would metion you via stupid nickname or just your name you would usually sigh in annoyance

But as he talked or taunted more to you or listen to him ramble on about how there isn't much chaos in that one adventure, it seemed to..get in your head and take over your fantasies about him (cause you're a simp, admit it lol)

And once you spilled that interesting fact to Zooble, Jax was literally right in front of her door when you opened it..wearing that shit eating grin he has on all the damn

"Jax! Don't scare me like that!" you yelped almost jumping out of your skin. "Relax, it's just me~totally didn't hear anything I wasn't supposed to hear sheesh, you must be stressed from that adventure Caine jumbled up today huh? If you'd like I could recommend an outlet for ya doll but I can't really tell if you want it right now~" he taunts as he boops your nose. You know damn well he heard it and now he's just being a smartass to cover it up.

"Zooble can I have your arm for a minute?"

*cue you yeeting Zoobles arm hitting him square in the face*

you returned back to your room and a note was left on your nightstand

you, me, 12:00, my room ;) -Jax

so there you are 12 o clock rolls around, riding Jax's dick while he smirks up at you taking in the visual of you taking out your stress on him by bouncing on his cock.

dirty talk is always on the table for Jax and knows exactly what to say to make you clench more around him, all the while teasing him

"You know, I can't talk all the time like that silly a.i , why don't you make some noise for me? I promise i won't tell the others~" "It's a wonder how you take me baby, I thought you never could, but now look at you...fuck...a mess just from my voice alone~" "mm~Jax, keep..going..ah~" "heh~, ofc I will~"

You didn't care if he was being an asshole right now, all you wanted to do was to hear him to make you come undone in the best way possible and once the fun was all over, the stress seemed to disappear, Jax cleans himself up, hands you a towel (more like tosses it at you, asshole i hate him so much) and says,"You should get like that more often, maybe I can do that thing again tomorrow so you can take it out on me again~"

"I'll make sure for you to do it on purpose too." you smirked, now anticipating the next time could be better than the last.

[crimsonxcloverr]

writing this because everybody deserves some dale porn and i yapped about this idea before… also some of this WILL be in my fic! not exactly the same cause i don’t wanna spoil anything, but i didn’t wanna keep you guys waiting :) i did proof read several times, so if i missed anything, S O R R Y!

anywaysss, i decided to give you all a little something until the fic is released!

my asks are open! send requests or whatever you’d like! <3

ENJOY LITTLE ANGELS! i hope? :’)

NSFW WARNING (18+ ONLY): blasphemy, oral (f! receiving), fingering, size kink, degrading, praising, edging, minor satanism.

WORD COUNT: 1,897

DALE KOBBLE X FEM!READER.

THE POLAROIDS.

you’re getting ready for the monthly doll delivery for dale, but before exiting the basement, you stealthily take dale’s polaroid and head to the bathroom. he was too busy upstairs fixing ruth’s brown nun veil which gave you the perfect opportunity… you lift your pretty little church dress and snap a photo, smirking at the masterpiece as it develops. you nonchalantly place the camera back on his work table where he normally keeps it, putting the polaroid picture of your pretty cunt in an extra birthday card he had lying around.

you set the card where he can see it and head upstairs, standing next ruth as you patiently wait for him to fix your veil. he could read the look on your face, a look he’s seen plenty of times before— a mischievous grin and sly look in your eye.

“you aren’t so innocent under this pretty little dress, are you?” he whispers in your ear, wetness forming between your thighs already. your breath hitches at his words, dale booping your nose with a slender finger. he knew damn well you had no panties on. what a filthy fucking girl…

“okay, get going,” he sighs, opening the door and gesturing his long arm out for you both to leave and make the deliveries. you walk over to the car shed where he had his 1966 chevy caprice wagon parked. dale had already gone back down in the basement, his brow raising when he saw the birthday card. he peers over his shoulder as he opens the card, both his brows now raised when he saw the polaroid of your pretty pussy. by the time you took the heavy tarp off his car and set it aside, dale was already outside running towards you. you went to turn to see what his deal was and let out a gasp as dale threw you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes without warning.

“dale! you fucking jerk!” you hiss at him, his slender hand giving you a few teasing spanks as ruth watches, your cheeks turning pink from embarrassment.

“mm, little angel, i’m gonna have so much fun with you,” he giggles opening the front door and kicking it shut with his foot.

he takes you to the basement and puts you down, practically wheezing at this point. not because you were heavy, but because the multiple nose jobs fucked with his sinuses. he looks at you from under his brows while undressing you, your tits jiggling from the rough movements. he takes in your naked form, his sweatpants growing tighter and his cock aching for you. he lets out a pathetic moan, grabbing your tits and squeezing them in his large hands, his mouth connecting with yours. your cunt begins to throb, practically dripping. you were clenching around nothing, needing filled up.

“dale, please,” you beg, his kisses traveling from your mouth, to your neck, until his tongue began to swirl around your stiffened nipple, his index finger and thumb toying with the other. you moan softly and hop onto his work table as he continues to suck and play with your nipples. he was obsessed with your tits, always has been. the way they sat perfectly on your chest, how warm and soft they were, and how they ballooned when he squeezed you into tight corsets, straining against the garment ready to burst out. he pulls away with a soft popping sound and moans at your beautiful body. he pulls his orange wheeled chair over and sits down, another moan escaping him when your pretty pussy was now in front of his face. he looks at you from under his brows again, his slender hands pushing your legs up and holding them for you before inhaling your scent deeply. your was heart pounding, needing his tongue in you immediately.

“ooooh,” he whines before diving in, staring at your dripping cunt. he uses his two slender fingers, opening your lips, his breathing now heavier as he admires your tight, wet hole. he pushes your legs back some more and his tongue laps up your wet folds, pushing his tongue inside you. you moan loudly and push his face deeper into you, his nose rubbing against your clit as you grind against his face.

he growls deeply while tongue fucking you, his tongue feeling like wet warm silk as he laps over your cunt again. he flicks his tongue against your clit, gripping your thighs to keep you in place. “d-dale,” you whimper and moan, legs shaking while he devours you like a juicy peach, his gaze piercing through you. your core tightens and your clit throbs— you’re so close. he groans when he feels your hands gripping his curly locks, pushing his face deeper into you. he sucks your swollen lips before pulling away, smirking at how pathetic you look. “my pretty little nun,” he teases as you sit there completely naked with your veil still on.

“you fucking asshole,” you groan on the verge of tears knowing damn well this fucker was teasing. you let out a whimper as he grips your chin forcing you to look at him.

“ooooo,” he chuckles, gripping your chin tighter. “we have a mouth on us today, don’t we?” he growls as he pulls his sweatpants down, just enough for his throbbing cock to spring free.

he taps his thick cock against your throbbing cunt, trailing the tip up and down your wet folds, the two of you whining and shuddering. you gasp softly and look up at him, brows knitted and mouth agape as he slowly squeezes himself inside you, filling you to the brim. you moan loudly, your tight hole stretching to accommodate to his size. you clench around him tightly as dale pushing your legs to your chest, folding you in half like a lawn chair. he growls like an animal claiming what’s his, pounding in and out of you causing some of his work supplies to fall off the table. you moan like his own personal whore, his entire length buried deep in you as you took it like you were suppose to. you continue to moan, pleasure and pain coursing through you as his tip brushes against your cervix. you can feel yourself getting closer, your back arching and body shaking.

“please,” you whine as dale pushes on the back of your thighs for more leverage, pounding into you, the old table creaking under his rough movements. you cry out in pleasure, your climax so fucking close. you spit on your fingers and look up at him while rubbing your clit for more stimulation.

“my, my, you're getting quite worked up, aren't you? such a naughty toy, my little devil,” he chuckles in a patronizing tone, letting out a grunt and groan, his cock twitching for release. “don’t cum, you know the rules,” he hisses at you, moving your hand away from your swollen clit.

tears of frustration began to fill your eyes again, your poor cunt throbbing for release, your walls convulsing like crazy. he growls as you squeeze around him, a plea to let you bust. you can feel his cock twitching inside you, his movements becoming for aggressive, pathetic whimpers and tight-high pitched moans coming from dale as he tries to hold back. he gently slaps, his curly locks dangling in his face as he glares at you from under his brows.

“i’m. so. fucking. close,” you groan between gritted teeth trying your absolute best to hold back. you watch as he shakes his head while biting his botched lip.

“i feel you squeezing,” he grunts trying his best not to nut. “be a good little whore and hold back. don’t fucking do it,” he hisses between his teeth, grabbing the polaroid camera next to you. “hold those pretty legs up for me.”

you moan trying not to cum, holding your legs open as he snaps photos of his cock pumping in and out of you. he whines and moans enjoying the sight through the lense, the images falling on your stomach. the way your wetness and his precum seeps out of your overstuffed cunt was too much for him to bear, causing dale pull out before you could finish.

“mm, fuck,” he moans loudly as he cums on your stomach, his large load spritzing all over your skin while taking pictures. he looks down at you and breathes heavily, smirking softly knowing you just want your release. “must be hard... being so delicate and fragile..." he whispers, his breathing still shaky while setting the camera down, his fingers trailing over your thighs.

he pushes his middle and ring fingers deep into you, letting out a high pitched moan as if he were mocking you. you whine and whimper as dale slowly fingers you, his thumb stimulating your clit. “f-fuck,” you whine while holding your legs open, staring down at his fingers that are working at you. you look back up at him with pleasure all over your face, your pussy squeezing his long fingers and your clit throbbing against his thumb. your climax starts to creep up causing you to arch your back and ride against his thumb as he fingers you.

“such a good little angel,” he whispers over your moans knowing it’ll set you off, his movements nice and slow so you can enjoy every ounce of pleasure. you let out a series of moans and your legs shake as dale pounds his fingers into you.

“fuck!” you cry out, your walls clenching and your clit throbbing uncontrollably as you cream all over his fingers. he doesn’t stop. he places his free hand on top of you pelvis and his fingers aggressively toy at your g spot which makes you squirm and shake, your moans becoming louder.

“there ya go, such a good little angel,” he coos, praising and taunting you while trying to get you to squirt. “make a mess for me. i know you can do it,” he groans loudly over your moans, coaching you through it. “that’s it… there you go sweet girl…” he whispers. “you’re being so good for me, but you know He’s watching too. make a mess of us.”

the urge to cum washes over you again, your whines and moans growing louder from desperation. you grip his teal tshirt and pull him closer, dale trying to pull away to keep his rhythm going. he wasn’t letting up until you exploded. you cry from the overwhelming pleasure, your forearms ready to give out and your legs still shaking. he pushes on your pelvis a little more after pressing the button on the polaroid for the timer. dale breathes heavily watching your movements and listening to the pretty sounds you’re making. he lets out a gasp as you squirt everywhere, your moans filling the basement once more and the polaroid snapping a picture of the mess inaction.

“you did so well, my little angel… i’m sure He’s so proud of you too,” he whispers while removing his fingers. he inhales your scent and sucks on them, watching you lay there on his work table completely spent. “now, maybe next time you’ll think twice before teasing me like that again and taking off,” he scoffs, tossing a photo at you.

it was the picture of your pussy that you placed in the birthday card.

[dollofiacon]

PICK A SONG FOR EACH LETTER OF YOUR URL...

D- Day-O (The Banana Boat Song) - Harry Belafonte

O- O Saki Saki - Neha Kakkar

L- Long-Necked Woman - LadyMonsters.

L- Legend - Otyken

O- Overthrone - LongestSoloEver

F- Fear Garden - Vocaloid

I- Istanbul (Not Constantinople) - They Might Be Giants

A- Ain’tcha? - Betty Boop

C- Chop Suey! - System Of A Down

O- One - Metallica

N- Nasty - Janet Jackson

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Tagging @sparkbox , @wilfre-the-medical-bot , @ambulance-mom , and anyone who wants to partake!

[drinking-with-cupid]

Boop your f/o today!

[pocketmania]

[A/N] Hey maniacs it's mee

As of 3/31/2025, this post has been sitting in my drafts, finished, for four months, including December, since it was created at the beginning of the month. I'm posting it because the FNF update is out aaaand I wanted to do something to commemorate it aaaand I'm also tired of looking at it

Take this while you wait for my next Lil fic that i hope to post tomorrow :]

I will link the fnf update underneath this post so yall can play it for yourselves if you haven't checked it out yet!

Now onto the thingy

# Boyfriend's Relationship Alphabet

(🎤🎶🔠) - friday night funkin alphabet

(characters) - boyfriend, you

(warnings‼️) - none ✨️

(quick summary) - An alphabet about Boyfriend from Friday Night Funkin'. This is a safe-for-work alphabet.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Boyfriend is SUPER DUPER affectionate. As long as you love him, he'll obsess over you. He loves giving gifts, giving things that reminded him of you, kisses, and saying really nice things to you. He also writes songs for/dedicated to you!

B = Best Friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Boyfriend would be one of those best friends that is always fucking with you and yet is also the realest friend ever. You guys probably met one random day and bonded over a shared interest like music or robbing a fast food place.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He'd LOVE to cuddle! He'd do it anytime he gets the chance. In bed, on the couch, on the bus, you name it! He likes being the one on top, though.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How good are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Boyfriend wants to be as active as possible. He's a rapper, after all. As much as he wants to settle down, he's got dreams to chase (but that doesn't mean he won't make time for you). He's, uh.. not the best cook or cleaner, but he does try! He can make a mean donut and fruit in a bowl, and that's about it.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Can barely keep himself together. He'll let you down gently, in person. Not just for your sake, but for his sake as well. He'd still constantly be thinking about you after the breakup, wondering what he could've done differently so he wouldn't have to do it. Tears him up inside, he legit can't live without you.

F = Fiancé (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?

IT'S ON SIGHT (Jk lmao). He'd ask you to get married a good couple years into dating. As much as he loves you, he knows when things move too fast. At least for him, he does.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Physically, he's gentle enough. Emotionally, not as much. Like I said, he's always fucking with you so expect a couple of playfights here and there. Boyfriend has a low level of empathy/sympathy, but that doesn't mean he doesn't get you're still upset. He'll try his best to make you feel better.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Really tight squeezes. Often places his head on top of yours (assuming he's taller). Hugs you almost every time he sees you—he loves physical affection! He'll hug from the front and from the back, no exceptions!

I = I Love You (How often do they say the 'L Word'?)

Says it when you get up in the morning, says it when you go to bed, and every time he's about to rap battle someone. When he's not speaking in beep-boops, he'll say it quite a bit.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?)

Considering he's all over you all the time, he'd be pretty jealous if it seemed like someone else was into you. When he gets jealous, he'll do a bit of background lurking to let the person know you're his s/o. If they try to make a move, he'll swoop in and do something to make it clear that you two are dating.

Liiiiike if the person tries to flirt with you, he'll wrap his arms around you, kiss your cheek, and stare at the person smugly lmao.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

His kisses are short, sweet, and often abrupt. You never know when he's gonna do it.

He likes to kiss you on the lips and on the forehead (specifically to show you how short you are compared to him).

He likes it when you kiss him on his cheeks or his neck.

L = Little Ones (How are they around children?)

ACTUAL menace lmaoo. Like, he's good with kids, but he's as chaotic as he'll ever be. He will also do stupid shit like wanting to shave his head with them. Leave him with the kids for half an hour and he'll have them peacefully sleeping on the couch. Mainly because he was running laps around the house with them. Definition of "in my defense I was also left unsupervised".

M = Mornings (How are mornings spent with them?)

He'll cuddle and latch onto you so you can't get out of bed. Once he eventually lets go of you, he stands by you in the kitchen and watches you make breakfast. If he gets up earlier than you, he'll get donuts for breakfast.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

It's likely you two just escaped death (again) that day, so nights are slow. Boyfriend, being the gentleman he is, often carries you to bed. He'll order food (since he still can't cook) and help you bathe. And if you're feelin' a lil' 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 he'll match your 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Canonically, Boyfriend beeps at people to avoid actually speaking to them. This leads me to believe that he would try to tell you things but would just end up beeping at you instead. Eventually, when you two get closer, he'll start speaking actual words.

He didn't let you know beforehand that he was gonna start saying real words, so the day he did caught you off guard.

"Hey, (N/N)! Sorry I'm late! I woke up late, ha!"

"... What did you say?"

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

It depends. With you, chillest dude ever. You share a braincell. With others, it depends on how capable they are of beating him in rap battles and other things he's good at, like fingerboarding.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Believe it or not, he can remember a lot about a person. He just chooses to forget about anyone else that isn't you. He'll remember your favorite food, your favorite drink, your birthday, your favorite place to go, and things you're into.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Your first date. While you were wearing your really cute sweater, your newest shoes, and even did your hair nicely, Boyfriend showed up wearing his "human by chance, alpha by choice" shirt. You couldn't stop laughing at him lmao

He was just glad he got to make you smile that night.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Veeeerry protective. Would go through hell and back just to make sure you make it out alive. Again, he's very cocky so he believes he doesn't need protection. Though he doesss kinda wish you would stand up for him if someone was talking shit 'cause he'd find it cute

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, and everyday tasks?)

Only the best for you. He'll spend all his money on buying you your favorite food or something you saw at the mall. Goes on fancy dates that he can't afford but will pay for anyway. With everyday tasks, it depends on what they are. He's hates washing dishes and laundry, but he'll do them just for you. He loves you a lot <3

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Boyfriend's got a reaaaaal bad habit of going up to fight/rap battle people he doesn't know. (I mean thats literally the plot of fnf basically.) He can't resist the temptation, and it gets to be a lot, especially when you two are trying to have alone time. He'll try to work on it, but sometimes things just... happen.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

With his looks? Very. He wants to look good for his pookie. Always tries to make himself look at least presentable for you.

With your looks? Dude, you could be having the worst case of bed-head with a side of dried spit on your face and he'd still say "hello sexy" in the morning.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Yes. Yes. A gazillion time, yes. This should go without saying. You are his world.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon about them.)

Boyfriend likes both skateboarding and roller skating! There's this skatepark he goes to, like, all the time to fuck around. If you want, he'll teach you how to skate, "like you're the coolest kid on the block"

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner?)

Boyfriend's not too picky when it comes to lovers. The only thing he'd ever want is for you to have similar interests as him because it's easier to understand you

Wait scratch that. If you like the movies Cars or Planes, he will throw a fit. That is a warning

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Clingy. He often invades your space trying to cuddle with you and it sometimes shoves you off the bed lmao

But he means well! He loves you a lot and doesn't ever plan on letting you go, not even in the dream world <3

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