#COME ONE COME ALL ITS A BOOP OFF

[allhailleila]

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!

and a merry boop to all <3

[cybergothvox]

At the end of the day, is kin just someone who identifies as their kintype or not? Is it anyone who actually identifies as their kintype, or do they have to perform all these 'correct' behaviours and social dances to prove that you kin- pardon, that you are kin- correctly?

[tojisteddy]

how would Simon react if you safeworded out?

would he be gruff but still sweet and soft and apologetic? would he fuss over you or play it cool while taking care of you? (“oh, lovey im so sorry…” or “its alright, thank you for telling me, i wont push you so far next time, kiddo…”)

why would blackcat!reader safeword out? stress? just not feeling it? maybe emotional?

I think there are two things in this world that Simon Riley is (and always will be) very serious about and that’s aftercare and your safety.

Like yeah he’s an asshole and gruff guy but when it comes to you, he really is a big softie at heart. So when he tells you off when you get back after not texting him back all night or gently making sure you walk on the inside of the street when your with him, it’s for good reason, he’s showing he cares. He loves you to pieces. Will do any and everything for you. So if he’s pushed too far, he makes mental note of it. And if he wants to push that far again, he’ll end up doing a check. Making sure you know your safeword, or right before he knows you’ll ‘give’ he’ll tap you out himself.

So when he hears you say the safeword, he doesn’t hesitate. He knows the first thing you need is comfort and reassurance. So he pulls out, and holds you in his big arms. Kisses you all over while you cry, getting you to calm down and listen to his words because he means them, truly.

“Simon was too mean, yeah? I Shouldn’t ‘ve pushed you like that, doll.”

“Dad’s sorry kitty, you were perfect, did everything I said so well. Always so good f’me.”

And if you refute his words, too in your own head, he’ll hold you just a little tighter. So you can hear his heartbeat, rocking you in his arms,

“You’ll never be the one at fault baby, ‘ts on me. My job to watch over you, right kiddo? Thanks for tellin me Princess, love you so much.”

Blackcat!reader would safeword out from stress or better yet, Simon just instinctively knows you’re off. Sad to say but I think blackcat!reader has been through a shit ton and can be pushed (and has found comfort in Simon pushing you to the limit). You’re the type to hold shit in like a tower until someone knocks it all over. let’s say a day where the cards just were not in your favor. It was terrible day at work and both of your dogs were acting up when you got home and you yelled at Simon, like really yelled at him (which is something neither of you do). Simon would be 10 spanks to thirty and either you grip at shirt and tell him you ‘give’ already sniffling or he notices you’re not crying. You’re just trembling, taking everything he’s giving you. And Simon will sit up you, ask you what’s wrong and then the dam in your eyes just breaks.

Choking on your own sobs,

“Pa I- I-“ boo-hoo, snot everywhere, clutching onto him, balling your eyes out till their puffy.

Simon doesn’t hesitate to pick you up, he lets out a soft sigh in his head because he hates to see you like this. And he hated that he always has to be the one to push you to cry (of all people). But he’s working on it, working on getting you to communicate and doing so makes him want to get better at communicating for himself too. He wants to be his best for you.

He coos, “Let’s give the princess a bath, hm kitten? Gonna get ya nice ‘nd clean ‘nd then get you in bed with that little Sanrio rabbit. Then we can talk tomorrow.”

You nod, taking a shaky breath followed by a hiccup. You manage to squeak out a ‘sorry’ halfway through the bath, and that’s when Simon gets playful, he boop your nose or tickles right under your chin making you squirm.

“What’s there to apologize for? Used your safeword like the big girl I know you are. Couldn’t be more proud ‘f you honey.”

He’ll nibble at your jaw and rest his head atop of yours while he rubs your back after getting you in bed.

“Just a bad day gorgeous, you’re not bad. Tomorrow’ll be better.”

a/n: I think crybaby, feenin & a little comfort are like prime examples too. Thank you so much for asking anon!!! I fuckin love with ppl ask questions!!

𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱<3: @bruisedfig @tessakate @sevikasblackgf @mocha-the-muse @nightfwn @mims900

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𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄

pairing: bestfriend!steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 3.2k words

summary: in which a middle of the night conversation with steve reminds you both that things are changing 

warnings: explicit language, mixed pov, a bit of drunk!reader, one sided pining (allegedly), very angsty

author’s note: i’ve been working on a really long steve fic (which is like 90 percent done and will hopefully see the light of day very very soon) and i took a break from it and somehow this was born in a matter of days. inspired by the song midnight blue by electric light orchestra. enjoy<333

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“You wanna get out of here?”

The music was loud, even as the night started to finally come to its end, but you still heard Steve clearly. 

“I thought you’d never ask, Harrington,” You turned to him sitting next to you at this empty table in the backyard of your aunt’s now husband’s house. 

The little smile you gave Steve made his eyebrows furrow. “How drunk are you right now?”

You scoffed as you shook your head. “Not at all.”

Your words were pretty much immediately proven opposite when you stood up from the table and stumbled a bit. Steve was by your side immediately, grabbing your arm to keep you from falling. 

“So, what was that you were saying about not being drunk at all?”

“Okay, that only just happened because of how long this stupid dress is, no other reason.”

Your bridesmaid dress had been the bane of your existence all day— it was way too long and designed to be tight in places that made everything more difficult— and then coupled with the heels you had to wear with it, you were honestly surprised you hadn’t toppled over sooner. You didn’t expect a wedding taking place in a backyard, even as huge and spacious as this one was, to be so incredibly fancy, but it was. 

Steve didn’t say anything in response to your previous words and instead simply slipped his hand in yours as you two started walking away from the table.  

“Do you wanna say bye to your mom before we leave?”

“No thanks,” You shook your head. “I’d rather her not see me drunk right now.”

Steve smiled at you. “Hey, that’s progress, at least you’re admitting it now.”

You only rolled your eyes at him as he led you two out of the backyard and toward his car. 

“This is your fault, by the way.”

The laugh Steve let out was immediate. “Ah yes, because I’m the one who kept giving you glasses of champagne, and it definitely wasn’t you grabbing one every time a server passed by.”

“I’m glad you’re taking full responsibility,” You said, smiling at him as you got into his passenger seat. 

The drive to Steve’s place managed to sober you up for the most part, and it also made you very tired. 

“Okay, here’s a t-shirt and shorts,” Steve said, holding the clothing items out for you to grab, but you didn’t because you were sitting at the foot of his bed, trying, and failing, to unzip the zipper at the back of your dress. He gave you an amused smile. “Do you need help?” 

“Yes, please,” You nodded as you stood up from his bed and turned around so that he could do it. You started slipping the straps off your shoulders once he was done.

“I’ll be right back,” Steve said, leaving you to change into the clothes he gave you. 

You were in his bed with the Hawkins High t-shirt on along with the basketball shorts that you tied tightly at your hips when he returned with two glasses of water.  

You turned on your side to face him once he was changed out of his fancy wedding clothes and slipped into bed next to you.

“This is the second time in a row that you’ve been the sober one taking care of me. Next time you have to get drunk so I can take care of you,” You said and then booped the tip of his nose with your finger. “Things are starting to feel a little unfair in this friendship.”

Steve let out a laugh, and you figured he was thinking back to last week when you two went to a party at some old high school friend’s lake house; the punch had been lethal, to say the least. “Okay, I promise to get super drunk at your going away party next week.” 

At the mention of your goodbye party— which was meant to be a happy and joyous occasion to celebrate you moving to Chicago— your smile faltered. Hearing about the party, reminded you that things were changing; that everything was going to be entirely different soon. 

And you’d been avoiding that thought a lot lately, even as you slowly started packing up your childhood bedroom, and found a place in Chicago with the help of your mom because a friend of hers was renting a place out.

Pretty much everyone in your life knew that you weren’t the best with change, and you’d avoid it at all costs if you could, but that didn’t mean that you didn’t understand that sometimes it simply had to happen. It was a contradictory mindset— you hated change, but it also made sense to you. 

It did still really suck, though. 

You suddenly sniffled and one of your hands came up to wipe at your face, and you quickly turned around so that you weren’t facing Steve anymore.

“Hey,” His voice was soft. “Are you crying?”

You didn’t outwardly answer his question. “It’s stupid, but I’m just now realizing that this is the last time we’ll do this. After next week, there’s probably not gonna be another night like this one.”

What you didn’t tell him was that you had a feeling that once you left, your friendship wouldn’t be the same anymore. And how could it be when you were moving to a different state and you were going to go from seeing him almost every day to probably only a handful of times a year?

The pros were supposed to outweigh the cons, and on paper, they did. You had always wanted to live in Chicago, and you were moving there for what was essentially your dream job— two very solid pros. However, the biggest con was leaving Steve, and that suddenly felt like it outweighed everything. 

“It sucks, but in a good way, if that makes sense,” Steve told you as he shifted closer to wrap a comforting arm around you. “It really sucks that you’re leaving, but you’re leaving to do something that you really want to do, so that’s great.”

“It’s bittersweet,” You said the word he was looking for. Your hand found his beneath the blanket and intertwined it with yours. His words were completely right, and in a way, they did comfort you.

“Yeah, exactly,” Steve responded, giving your hand a light, reassuring squeeze. 

“You should come with me,” You whispered to him. It was the first time you offered, and you slightly regretted not asking sooner. 

But, you hadn’t because you knew how much he really liked his life here— working at Family Video with Robin and driving the kids around everywhere (which he claimed he hated, but you knew he secretly loved it). And then there was a part of you that wanted to pretend that things weren’t really changing, so that was another reason why you hadn’t asked him. 

“I can’t,” He whispered back. “It just wouldn’t make sense, y’know?”

You simply nodded, even though he probably couldn’t see you. His words shouldn’t have hurt you, and you really shouldn’t have suddenly felt so sad about everything and so scared about the future too, but you still kind of did. 

Suddenly, you were no longer tired, but you truly wished that you could force yourself to sleep. And when a few minutes of keeping your eyes shut and hoping that would make you fall asleep didn’t work, you pulled the blanket off of you and got out of bed.  

“Where are you going?” You heard Steve ask from behind you. 

And when you didn’t answer and instead continued walking out of his bedroom, he got out of bed to follow you.

Steve hadn’t wanted to say no to you. If the circumstances were different, he would’ve said yes and uprooted his entire life to move with you to Chicago in a heartbeat. But, he couldn’t do that. 

And he was glad that you didn’t push further on the topic because if you would’ve asked him what he meant when he said, “It just wouldn’t make sense,” he wasn’t sure what he would’ve said with in response; if he would’ve lied or mustered up the courage to finally tell you the truth. 

However, he knew that there was really no point in being honest anymore. He loved you, but you were leaving, so what would be the point of finally admitting it to you? 

This secret that he had been keeping tight to his chest for years at this point would only complicate things, and probably confuse you, and definitely ruin the friendship you two had if he told you. 

He’d gotten good at pretending that nothing had changed on his side of things, and he was okay with continuing to pretend if that meant keeping things good between you and him. 

In this moment, though, he wasn’t sure if things were good between you two. 

He wondered if you were pissed at him for saying no to moving with you to Chicago and if that was why you left his room. He followed you out into the hallway and down the stairs and then out into his backyard. 

You sat down at the edge of the pool and put your feet in. Steve didn’t question you— although he did want to ask where this sudden energy had come from because he could’ve sworn that you had been falling asleep in his car barely an hour ago— and instead simply followed suit. 

The water was warm because of the heater that his parents never turned off, and Steve watched as you kicked your legs every now and again. Neither of you said anything, and it was hard for Steve to tell if this silence was comfortable or not. 

After what felt like an hour’s worth of silence, he asked, “Are you mad at me?”

You shook your head at him as you sighed. “I don’t think I could ever be mad at you, Steve.” You kicked your legs again. “Things are just feeling a lot more bitter than sweet right now.”

Before Steve could say anything in response to that, you were standing up and then looking down at him. “It’s barely midnight. Let’s get in the pool.”

“Um, okay. You wanna change? I think you left your swimsuit here from when we swam a couple of days ago.” 

“No, it’s fine,” You said and then proceeded to jump in. 

“You sure you’re not still drunk?” Steve asked with an amused smile when your head emerged from the water. 

You playfully stuck your tongue out at him. “I’m as sober as a baby, Harrington. Now get in.” 

He smiled wider at you, things felt okay again. He jumped in the pool fully clothed as well, and you were smiling at him when his head popped up. 

You quickly complained about how heavy your clothes felt, and you pulled off the soaked t-shirt and shorts and set them on the ground next to the pool, leaving you in just your bra and underwear. Steve made a point of keeping his eyes locked on yours. On paper, this wasn’t that different from the many times he’d seen you in a bikini, but something about this felt a little different.

He, of course, pretended that it didn’t, though. Mainly because of how unfazed you seemed. 

Both of you ended up floating on your backs and looking up at the stars. There was a night back in middle school when you two had done exactly this, minus the pool. You two had been in your backyard staring up at the sky, and you rattled off the constellations you knew and then proceeded to make up names for others, but Steve thought you were telling the truth. And he probably would’ve thought that way forever if you hadn’t told him the next morning that half of the names weren’t true. 

He still remembered most of the fake names, and in this moment, he reminded you of them. 

You laughed immediately. “I can’t believe you still remember that.” 

“How could I ever forget the first lies you ever told me?” Steve joked.

“That was early on in our friendship. I wanted you to think I was cool.”

He let out an amused sound. “Oh, yes, because you knowing the name of every constellation would definitely make me think you’re cool and not the biggest nerd ever.”

“Shut up,” You told him, but still laughed. “My logic wasn’t all that great back then.” 

Steve only hummed in response and turned his head to look at you for a second. You were still looking up, but there was a certain look on your face that he couldn’t decipher.  

“You know the worst part about cities?”

Steve’s eyebrows furrowed at your question and how random it seemed. “What?” 

“You don’t get to see this every night.” 

He nodded even though you couldn’t see him. “You should add that to the cons.”

“How do you know I made a pro-con list?”

“Because I know you and every big decision you make has to have a pro-con list.” 

You got quiet, and Steve worried that he offended you, but he wasn’t making fun of you at all. He loved you and your lists. 

“Well, you should also know that you’re at the top of the con list,” You told him, and moved so that you were no longer looking up at the sky but instead looking at Steve, and he followed suit. “It says ‘There’s no Steve’ in all capital letters.” 

He could feel his heart squeeze in his chest upon hearing you say that.

“I feel honored. Truly,” He responded and gave you a playful smile because he didn’t want things to turn too serious again.

“I’m really gonna miss you,” You said softly, stepping closer and wrapping your arms around him. “A lot. So much. Maybe even too much.” 

Steve’s attempt at keeping things light failed, but he didn’t care. His arms immediately circled your waist. “I’m gonna miss you too.”

Things became quiet again, and when you pulled away, you splashed him with water. 

“What was that for?” He asked with a laugh as he wiped at his face. 

You gave him a small, sad smile. “Maybe I am a little mad at you.”

Your joking words came out soft, almost as if they weren’t entirely a joke, and Steve immediately felt bad. 

“I would go with you, and a part of me really does want to. Seriously. But, it’s just that…” He trailed off, not knowing the best way to say what he needed to. The words just wouldn’t form on his lips.  

You shook your head. “It’s okay, you don’t have to say it. I know that you like your life here, and you don’t wanna move to a city. Chicago has always been my “dream,” not yours. It’s okay. Honestly.” 

It’s not that, was what Steve wanted to say in response to your words. It was probably what he should’ve said. However, he realized that everything would be a lot easier if you just believed that.

“I’ll visit you all the time,” He promised instead. 

That made you smile. “Good.”

You two ended up back in his bed half an hour later. With dry clothes on and a comfortable silence lingering in the air. You fell asleep quickly, but Steve couldn’t, for some reason. 

His mind was running a million miles a minute, and his thoughts were going back and forth. For the first time, he was actually considering going with you to Chicago. He thought about how fun it could be; how new and exciting. 

His head became an unending push and pull. One side of him was telling him that he should do it and go, but everything else in him was saying the complete opposite. 

Being hopelessly in love with you here in Hawkins felt like one thing; he could pretend that he wasn’t pining, like he’d been doing for the past couple of years. But, if he moved with you to Chicago— just you two in a new city— he felt like it would be damn near impossible to not blurt it out and potentially fuck up everything. 

However, even though he knew that, he also kind of wanted to just lean into the part of him that was saying, “Do it. Go with her and see what happens. Maybe she even feels the same way.”

Sometimes Steve liked thinking about the moment things had changed for him; he could recall it quite easily. It was a month after his breakup with Nancy, and you dragged him to a random classmate’s party to help cheer him up because you knew that he was still feeling a little melancholic about it all. The party sucked so you ended up going to the movies, a midnight showing of some terrible horror film and you two were the only ones in the theater. 

You made jokes the entire time, trying to keep things light and fun, and something shifted inside of him. He suddenly felt so fucking grateful for you, that you were in his life and had been since middle school. He always felt lucky to have you in his life, but that time in the empty movie theater felt different.  

That time when your hand instinctively found his during a part of the movie that actually was pretty scary, all he could think was, I love you. I’m in love with you. 

It hit him so abruptly, and he initially chalked it up to still being sad about his breakup, but even after he felt entirely over Nancy, these new feelings for you never went away. And it was as if he instinctively knew that he could never tell you; it felt like no question that he’d have to keep it a secret.  

In this moment, Steve turned on his side away from you and closed his eyes, hoping that he could just force himself to sleep.  

But, no, he instead thought about something from earlier at the wedding, you and him dancing to a slow song that neither of you recognized. It was early on in the reception, before you started accepting every glass of champagne that came your way. 

You thanked him for coming with you to the way too fancy wedding— you had asked him last second when you realized just how many estranged and random family members you’d see and have to talk to and you couldn’t bear the thought of suffering through that alone, and he found someone to cover his Family Video shift when you called him in an anxiety-induced panic. 

Steve immediately told you that there was no need to thank him because he would always be by your side whenever you needed it, and you pulled him in for a hug and told him that you’d do the exact same for him too. 

“This is gonna sound super cliche and stupid, but hear me out. This is the best part about being best friends,” You had also said. “We’ll always be there for each other, and I don’t think anything’s gonna change that.”

Steve nodded and gave you a small, amused smile. “That is very cliche, but you’re also very right.”

He remembered how true his words felt in the moment. 

He now fully understood that he couldn’t let a confession potentially change everything that was so right and good between you two. It made sense why his initial thought when he realized how he felt was to bury it down and keep it a secret.

This, what you two had, was enough. 

And it felt okay continuing to believe that. 

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let me know ur thoughts<333

[dragon-ascent]

Imagine being a sweet, fluffy little creature. Something friendly, adorable; a bunny perhaps. Wayward and free and no concerns save for where your next head of lettuce will come from. You hop and hop and hop and find yourself barreling straight onto a well-polished, crease-free shoe.

When you look up, you meet two warm pools of amber, crinkling at the corners as the tall human gazes down at you with all the kindness of a sun kissing a flower field.

Before you can shimmy off his footwear and carry on your merry way, you are scooped up and brought to face level with him. You wiggle, because air jail is not very fun, but quiet down when you see the man's gentle smile.

"Hello, little one," he murmurs, and you think his voice sounds like if you had gone digging and found a fresh trove of bananas and squeaky toys. "Where did you come from?"

You blink; your nose twitches. You don't respond, mainly because you are a bunny and therefore cannot speak. So you stare at him, taking in his handsome features. His face looks like it could use a few nibbles.

Naturally, he takes you home, because you'd said not a word of protest. It's a comfy place, full of high-end vases and trinkets and tea caddies you will enjoy pushing off their mahogany tables when you have the chance. The fancy drapery ought to be chewed as well. It smells like osmanthus flowers here. You're hungry.

The man slips his gloves off, revealing smooth hands carrying a faint gilded undertone, like he's something far greater than what he appears to be. He gives you what he calls a 'bath,' in a tub full of water carrying a faint eucalyptus scent. He scrubs you thoroughly and you love the way he scritches your ears just right. All the dirt from rolling around all day goes down the drain, literally, but you don't mind it much. You smell like soap and you like soap. (It's not edible, unfortunately: you tried nibbling it when he wasn't looking and had to spit it out.)

After the bath he dries you off with a soft and fluffy towel, almost as fluffy as you are. He's very tender in his actions, never rough. He hums softly as he gets you nice and dry. You flop your ears in tune to his humming; he chuckles lightly and boops your nose.

You hop onto his bed, hoping to stain the fine velvet sheets with some puke, but he scoops you up again and plops you on his lap as he settles among the cushions. "Tired?" he asks you, caressing your soft head.

Your nose twitches and you curl up. You don't want to puke on him.

The man takes that as invitation to tell you a story, words flowing seamlessly into each other. You don't understand a thing, but he's petting you and it's nice. He's rubbing under your chin and that is wonderful. Every time his hand ceases its ministrations you paw at him and he resumes his affections without complaint, without pausing his narration.

Your eyes close in bliss as you snuggle into him for more warmth. The tea caddies can wait until tomorrow to be pushed; the tablecloths can be chewed another time.

[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.

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THE JEONS | 20

20: Sick Day

summary: a collection of chaotic family drabbles. thats it.

contents: family!au, non.idol jungkook, girl!dad jk, fluff, angst, sensitive topics + smut sometimes!

chapter contents / warnings: soft domestic dad!jk, sleepy baby morning, a lot of snot, a lot of cringe, hanas super sick, mentions of a monster, whipped jk as usual, just tooth rotting fluff <3

a/n: GUESS WHOS BACK BITCHES

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its too early in the jeons household for anything but warmth. the bed sheets are completely rumbled and the room smells like sleep, skin and sweat and faint lavender detergent. Jungkooks hair is a mess. His chest bare, bruised by the pressure of tiny feet that kicked through the night.

you are not home. You worked the night shift. Hana knew, she always finds out somehow. So sometime past midnight, Hana’s tiny voice whispered in the dark, Can i sleep in the big bed?

and of course, jungkook said yes. so now it’s just him and Hana, back in the nest of sheets, the sun trying to push through the curtains like it’s not shy.

Shes splayed across his chest, face hot and damp, nose smearing slightly into his collarbone as she sniffles pitifully. Her hair’s in a loose little sprig on her head, half-matted with sweat, and she’s clutching a tiny plush keychain that’s missing an eye.

“Ah… ah… ah-choooo!” he says, right before her face crinkles.

she sneezes hard. all over him. “Oh my poor baby,” Jungkook coos, full dramatics, rubbing soothing circles into her back. “You’re sick? You couldn’t go to school today? Noooo.” He kisses the top of her sticky forehead. “That’s the saddest thing I’ve ever heard.”

Hana sniffles wetly and nods, eyes a little glassy. Then, in her smallest voice: “Nose hurts.”

“Oh no, not the nose,” he gasps, like it’s a national emergency. “We need to get you a new one. Maybe a dog nose. Or a bunny one.”

She giggles, wheezy and gross.

“You want the bunny nose?” he teases, booping hers.

She giggles again. This time, it ends in a little sneeze.

And then, somehow, they’re both laughing. She’s crawling higher on his chest, smearing snot and all, and he’s pretending to tickle her until her tiny limbs are flailing.

But every time she starts to catch her breath, another sneeze comes.

“Ahhh! the sneezing monster!” he cries, shielding himself with a pillow.

Hana gasps. Her eyes go huge. “theres a monster?”

He freezes, mouth open. “…Uhhh.”

She blinks and sniffles. Then, suddenly: “Is he in the closet?”

“No no no no no,” Jungkook says quickly, lifting her up a little. “He’s not scary, he just… he tickles noses. He’s retired now. Lives in the countryside.”

She looks skeptical. She’s three. She doesn’t know what retirement is.

“Safe?” she asks.

“Safe,” he whispers, arms tight around her, “because id body slam a monster for you.”

Then he rolls them both sideways, gently, so she lands into his side. One leg thrown across his stomach. She immediately wraps both arms around him and squeezes.

“I’m your koala,” she mumbles into his chest.

“You are,” he says, breath catching a little. “You’re my snotty little koala.”

She giggles again, and even though it sounds like it hurts her throat, she doesn’t stop.

soon after, the front door clicks. he doesn’t move.

Hanas breath is warm against his neck, shallow and stuffy, and he knows if he so much as shifts a rib she’ll whimper and cling tighter. She’s dozed off and on for the past few minutes, little fevered curls clinging to his chest, cheeks hot and crusted with sleep.

“Mama’s home,” he whispers against her temple, a smile crawling into his voice like light through blinds. “You wanna say hi?”

Hana doesn’t open her eyes, but her whole face twitches, a blooming, fluttering thing. She breathes in deep, tries to sit up but settles for curling tighter into him like she can taste you in the air.

he hears you in the hallway. the weight of your bag dropped to the floor. the muted clatter of keys in the dish. the bathroom light flicking on. the soft rhythm of water hitting tile, your shower song humming like wind down a quiet street.

Hana sneezes again. Her tenth? eleventh? He’s lost count. She’s gotten good at nestling her face into the crevice of his collarbone at just the right moment. He doesn’t even flinch now.

By the time you’re out, with fresh skin, damp hair, the scent of your body wash clinging to your neck , he can already hear the pat of your bare feet down the hallway. The door creaks open.

You appear at the edge of the bed like a dream. Warm and flushed and real. “Hi,” you murmur, voice lazy with the night’s end.

“Hi,” he says back, soft as a prayer.

You lean in first, kiss him, lips slow and full of gratitude, then kiss the tiny mess balled against his chest.

“Oh, you sick baby,” you coo, brushing Hana’s hair back with your fingers, thumb grazing the warm swell of her cheek.

She finally opens her eyes. Big and bleary, lashes sticky, face lighting up like stars under fog. “Mama,” she croaks.

“I missed you,” you whisper, sliding into bed beside them, curling your body around hers like instinct. “My poor girl.”

She wiggles, climbs from his chest onto yours without hesitation, sticky knees, little coughs, a trail of warmth as she smushes herself into your neck.

“She didn’t wanna go to school,” Jungkook says, hand finding yours under the blanket. “And now I’m coated in sneezes.”

You smile, pulling the duvet over all three of you like it’s a roof, a cave, a forever. “Serves you right,” you whisper, voice muffled in his shoulder. “You’re the one who let her sleep in our bed.”

He hums. “I would do it again.”

The room smells like eucaliptus balm and detergent and the sweet, hot scent of a sleepy child. The three of you tangled together, pressed skin to skin, chests rising and falling in slow sync.

Outside, the world is pretending to be normal. There’s mail being delivered, dogs being walked. Somewhere, someone’s typing an email they don’t want to write.

In here, your baby girl sneezes and sighs.

And no one moves.

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one conversation

maybank!reader x rafe cameron

summary rafe comes to pougelandia looking for sarah and finds you

warnings profanity , season four spoilers , use of marijuana , allusions to alcoholism , rafe being good at conflict resolution? , our girl is not standing on business at all

a/n initially , this had smut at the end , but i’m just finna two part ts for y’all<3

18+ minors dni

you were left alone to man the shop while the rest of your friends went to charleston. kie stayed behind as well , but she was driving all over the island trying to find jj. so here you were , doom scrolling behind the counter. you couldn’t stop yourself from thinking the worst when it came to what jj was up to or how the trip to charleston was going , but you could distract yourself and get high.

half of your blunt was gone when you thought you heard footsteps. you sat up straight , looking around the pillar you were leaned up against to see if anyone was there. pulling your headphones off , you took a deep breath. “no one’s here. no one’s trying to kill you. ghosts aren’t real,” you assured yourself before taking another hit of your blunt.

another puff and you heard more footsteps along with one of those eerie creeks from the wood. the scuba killer dude is so after me now. you hold your breath , not wanting him to hear you , but now your heartbeat was pounding more.

your hand fiddled around under the counter , feeling around for the knife you knew was there. it wasn’t the only one in the shop. the cool edge of the blade catches your finger and you grab it quietly , preparing yourself to fight a grown man who was dead set on killing you. the footsteps are getting closer , pausing every now and then like the man was looking around for you too.

“sarah?”

the all too familiar voice got your stomach to drop , your hand loosening around the knife entirely before you come out from around the cashier counter. “rafe?” you breathed out. the sweat that formed on the back of your neck had cooled , sending a chill down your spine.

your ex boyfriend turned at the sound of your voice , eyes softening at the sight of you clearly disheveled. “y/n , are you okay?” he instinctively asked , stepping toward you.

“i’m fine,” you answered shortly , backing up, “what’re you doing here?”

rafe chuckled , looking around the store. “what? ya can’t picture me just stopping by at my local bait shop?” he joked , fingers fumbling with one of the keychains that dangled on its hook.

“i don’t picture you at all anymore , rafe,” you simply replied , crossing your arms.

“agh! right— well , i came here looking for… my sister. i’m looking for sarah,” rafe explained , taking steps in a small circle just dicking around, “and you.” he stopped and a smile almost pulled at his lips. god , you missed his smile.

“well , sare isn’t here , so you’ll have to come back another time,” you shrugged , moving your way back behind the counter, “or not! sure you’re busy with sofia anyways. you should probably head out.”

rafe audibly groaned , bending back in frustration. “god damn it , y/n! could you— could you stop being difficult for one fucking second?” he cursed , rolling his eyes, “i’m— i’m tryna talk to you , baby.” your heart pinged at the nickname and the way rafe’s voice cracked just a little. the last time he called you that wasn’t even a part of your memory anymore. he leaned on the counter , resting his arms on the countertop and flicking at the pens in a metal tin.

and then you could smell it on his breath. to be fair , it was obvious the moment he started talking with his slurred words. “you’re drunk , rafe.”

“and? you’re high ; i can smell it,” he countered , finger coming up and booping you on the nose with a small laugh, “so what?”

you didn’t want to have to tell him to leave in the state he was in , but he could not be here when kie or jj got back. “i think you need to leave , dude,” you sighed , rubbing your forehead with your palm, “you can’t be here.”

“you used to beg me to come around the cut!” rafe whined , sniffling shortly, “now you don’t want me to?”

your eyes locked , and it was like time stood still. you thought you couldn’t read him anymore , but up close again , you know you could. he missed you. “i do,” you whispered , eyes still not leaving his, “but that doesn’t change anything.”

“one conversation,” he pleaded , grabbing your hand when you went to pull back again, “please.”

you always had trouble saying no to him. “fine,” you agreed , picking his keys up from the counter, “one conversation while i drive you home.” moving around the counter , you gently guided rafe back outside and to where his truck was parked. you helped him get in the passenger seat before getting behind the wheel and starting the truck. you heard the chime of your phone connecting to the bluetooth , and you cracked a smile. “sofia ever drive the truck?” you questioned , backing up and driving down the road.

“hell no,” rafe scoffed , reaching in the back seat for something. you eyed him , trying to figure out what he was doing. “i did something,” he announced , pulling a beer out and cracking it open.

your lips curled and you grabbed the bottle from him. “what did you do?” you asked , rolling the window down and chucking the beer out, “besides form a bad drinking habit?”

“i don’t have a bad drinking habit , y/n,” rafe groaned , letting his head hit the headrest behind him, “i made a deal. a business deal , y’know?” you looked at him , wanting him to continue. “so , you remember mrs. robinson? well , she’s not mrs. robinson anymore — whatever. so she proposed this business opportunity to me , and i’m doing it.”

“okay?”

“for us.” his voice was quieter than before , eyes flickering up to your face , gauging what you were thinking. if he even could anymore. but you didn’t say anything , so rafe continued, “i’ve been having these , i don’t know what to call ‘em , but i’ve been thinking a lot. about everything. me and sarah. me and you. and i wanna have my family back,” he admitted, “i want you back.”

you were quiet for a moment , your music the only noise in the truck. “rafe…” you sighed. your heart wanted nothing more than to forgive him for everything and take him back like you always did. but things were so different now. “you have a girlfriend. i have my life here , and i— nothing has changed.”

“what do you mean ‘nothing has changed’ , y/n? come on! i have!” rafe argued back.

“no , you haven’t!” you laughed , volume matching his, “you haven’t changed at all. the last time we all saw you was when you were aiming a fucking gun at us after you kidnapped me and sarah! and then the other day at the enduro , and let’s not forget the swell day’s activities , rafe. you haven’t changed.”

you watched rafe sit up straight before adjusting to face you entirely. “i want you! i’m sorry for the shit that happened. that — that wasn’t me , and i think you know that. i’d never do anything to hurt you , baby.”

“stop calling me that , rafe,” you begged , looking at him for just a moment with tears in your eyes, “i can’t come back to you this time.”

“you don’t understand! with this deal with hollis? i’ll have enough money for us to go away and start our own life. just like we always wanted,” he explained , hand reaching your thigh, “it’s what you wanted. i’m doing it. for you.”

you could see rafe’s place come into view and let out a deep breath. “i didn’t ask you to do that,” you mumbled , pulling truck into park, “i’ve asked you to get your shit together. to not be a fucking mess all of the time. i’ve asked you to just be nice to me a thousand times! you’re too late.”

“no , but i’m not,” rafe rushed out , grabbing your hands in his, “this deal is perfect timing. you’re home ; i’m apologizing. this is good,” he countered , hopeful smile on his lips, “c’mon.”

it was taking everything in you to not just start bawling. about how much you missed him when you shouldn’t , about how fucked up everything is , about every single thing that has happened in the last two years.

“rafe , i love you,” you said , taking his face in your hands and looking him in the eyes, “i love you so much that i could forgive you for everything—“

“so forgive me,” he interrupted softly , slipping your hands into his again , missing the way they fit together.

“i can’t,” you shook your head, “i was legally a missing person for six weeks because you kidnapped me , and i had to jump off a fucking boat into the ocean to get away. you — you drugged me and took me , rafe. that isn’t something i can just get passed. and while i was gone fighting for my life , you started dating my coworker! do you think those things are easy to forgive you for? i have been trying to do that since i’ve been back. i have come up with every logical excuse that would help me forgive you , so i can come home. but you haven’t been doing the same , and you come to me now like you couldn’t have come earlier , rafe!” your rant was going on longer than you expected, “i love you , but right now you’re not the same person. look at yourself for a moment and really think if all of this shit you get yourself into is worth losing me ; because i’m getting to the point where i believe you think it is.”

rafe sat quiet for a moment , truly taking in every single word you spoke. you could see the gears grinding and sat patiently with his hands in yours while he thought. “i love you,” he started, “i have done a million things wrong , and i know that. i’m trying to sort those things out now. that’s why i came today! to talk to you and sarah,” he explained opening his truck door, “just come inside. we can talk everything out. i promise. just give me a chance.”

“okay,” you whispered , closing your eyes for a second before getting out of the truck with him. you heard the breath of relief come from rafe. “girlfriend not here?” you quipped.

“shut up,” rafe laughed , opening the front door for you, “welcome back.”

“been awhile,” you nodded , stepping into the house with your arms crossed over your chest. your bikini top became more notable when you stepped into the air conditioning. “uh , where do you—“

“we could go to my room,” rafe suggested , raising his eyebrows at you with a smirk before you reached over and smacked him. you tried to hide your own smile. it had been so long since you and him had talked like this— joked around. “kidding!”

“living room,” you decided , heading that way on your own. you climbed over the couch and plopped down , getting comfortable as if you had been here the day before , like nothing had changed. “get to talkin’ , big guy,” you huffed , gesturing for him to sit down as well.

rafe rolled his eyes before he came into your line of sight at the directions and that stupid nickname. he hated when you called him anything other than baby or my love or if you were mad rafe. “okay , bud. the fuck?” he mumbled quietly back as he took a seat.

you were quick to defend yourself from his tone. “why are you getting snippy with me?” you asked , eyebrows furrowing as a pout overtook your lips.

“never mind,” rafe sighed lightly, “okay— first thing’s first : sofia is not my girlfriend. she was never my girlfriend,” he started off , looking at you were more sober eyes now that the conversation you’d both been wanting to have was happening. “we met at a party , and we hooked up. it , ugh , we kept hooking up , and it’s just that. i don’t want to be with her ; i don’t have feelings for her. it’s not like that.”

“you wanna start off with this topic?” you questioned , knowing it was the most sore spot for you in the moment. yes , everything he did was monumentally worse than his thing with sofia , but this was picking at you constantly.

“yes , i want to start with this because it affects us the most. if you think i’m with sofia or whatever you won’t want to come back to me,” rafe explained like it was obvious, “and the most important thing to me right now is you. it always has been.”

you bit your lip , thinking about how you want to word what you’re going to say. “i… do not care what you think you and sofia’s label is,” you admitted with a shrug, “i think you found somebody else that doesn’t know you to fill a void that i left whenever i was stranded on an island. i think you found someone that you knew would bother me if i ever came back. and i think that it’s disgusting that you’re sleeping with the only person i got along with at the club. you know that i’ve seen her posting you all of the time.”

“i thought you were dead!” rafe argued, “i was drowning myself in liquor one night when she was working and we —“

“i don’t care to hear how you started fucking my friend , rafe,” you interrupted , holding your hand up, “why didn’t you wait for me? we have been through so much shit together. things we’ve done to each other or whatever the fuck argument we get into. shit with my brother. i just don’t know why you didn’t wait this time around.”

“i thought you were dead , y/n,” he repeated , quieter this time as though the words alone were making him think that way again, “and you came back and everything was already so different.”

“because you were fucking my friend,” you said again , trying to get your point across.

his hands came up and rubbed at his face , clearing accepting the fact that this was going to be an argument conversation not a talk this out conversation. “i fucked your friend , yeah. i was horny , and you had screamed at me that you hated me and jumped off of a ship in the middle of the ocean to get away from me. and then the next time i saw you , you let kiara fucking carrera shove me off my boat as we were getting away from singh. excuse me for wanting to let off some steam,” he shouted , standing up and pacing a few feet, “oh and then we’re all back home and you scream at me in front of everyone at the enduro and then again at the beach , so… yeah.”

“letting off so much ‘steam’ that your friends are letting a pogue hang out with you all of the time? i get sofia is nice , but rafe , you’re surrounded by jackasses twenty-four seven. they’ve gotta be under the impression you’re dating if they’re letting her come around,” you argued also standing up so he wasn’t towering over you as much, “that’s the problem!”

“would you rather me go around and fuck every girl on the island?” he scoffed , confused with the situation now.

“yeah! that would be more in rafe cameron fashion,” you answered, “you told me i was the only girl you’d ever let step foot in this house with you again!”

“and you promised me no matter what! we’ve made promises and we’ve broken them. that’s nothing new to us,” rafe countered quickly before taking a deep breath and holding your hands. he moved you both to sit down again. “i don’t want to fight , y/n,” he admitted, “i want us to talk.”

you looked into his eyes , really looked , and all you could see was rafe. you could see the sweet boy that used to take you to all the way to charleston for farmer’s markets and the boy that always made you laugh. you didn’t want to argue either ; it wasn’t fun for you. you were just so mad.

“i don’t know how to talk with you when i’m this angry , rafe!” you huffed , dropping your face into your hands, “i am so fucking angry all of the time.”

“how about we talk about what you want to then?” he suggested , hand reaching your thigh and rubbing it soothingly, “i want to talk , so if it’s hard for you , we’ll do what you want. all i want is you back. i’m willing to make this work.”

you eventually looked up again , a soft smile at the feeling of his warm hand forming. “i don’t want to talk , ray,” you confessed , covering his hand with yours, “i just wish things were the same as they were before all of this happened.”

“it can be,” he responded , a smile lighting his face, “we can be.” rafe scooted closer to you on the couch , gently pulling you into him. “i’m on your side. whatever you want to do.”

and you didn’t even realize that you had moved your head to kiss him. you were already kissing rafe deeply when you came to the realization that this was the dumbest thing you could’ve been doing at the moment , but he was there and you loved him as much as you shouldn’t. “i don’t want to talk,” you echoed , shifting to straddle rafe’s lap. and he let you.

“i don’t deserve you,” he mumbled in between kisses , letting his hands feel you for the first time in so long.

you pulled back for a moment , taking his hand in your face again to make him look at you. “don’t say that ; it hurts my feelings,” you smiled , pressing a kiss into his cheek, “i love you. let’s drop everything that’s happened. if you say you’ve changed , i’ll believe you.”

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Boop me once...

Joel Miller x f!reader

Warnings/Tags/Notes: 18+. blue balls, grumpy Joel, horny Joel, Joel hates tumblr confirmed, pussy slapping, they're in love btw, reader could never be any of us ignoring Joel like this but lets pretend for fun. um idk guys. Thank boopoween for the inspo i guess. Unedited, unbeta'd all mistakes my own and there's probably a lot.

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It had started with a boop.

Well, a message from your friend telling you boops were back.

You and Joel were lying in bed, putting off the start of the day for another few minutes before you'd have to get up and going. He was always clingy in the mornings, and this morning was no different as he snuggled up behind you whilst you scrolled your phone.

"Mm…feels nice" you murmur when his lips lightly press against your shoulder, and then you squirm and push back against him when he does it again where your shoulder meets your neck.

"You feel nice" Joel whispers in your ear, hand travelling south and grabbing a handful of your ass.

You giggle softly, only to be cut short in what you were about to say in response when a notification pops up on your phone, a message on your favourite social media site.

'Turn your boop counter on!!'

Joels hand is still massaging the flesh of your ass while you're immediately opening up your app, an giddy gasp leaving you when you see the return of the iconic boops

"Getting excited, baby?" He laughs gruffly at your gasp, but your response certainly isn't what he's expecting.

"Tumblr turned boops back on!"

"…"

Joel looks at you like you're speaking a different language. Which you are, to him

"…What the hell is a tumblr?"

You just roll your eyes and shake your head before turning back attention to your phone with a giddy glint in your eye, "Don't worry about it, old man" you tease and he grumbles something under his breath as his lips make contact with your neck again.

You aren't paying so much attention now though, and Joel nips at your skin to bring you back to him.

You giggle but still you're on your phone, he peers down at the screen and sees kitty paws popping up, and he feels even more perplexed.

"Not got long, honey. Put the phone down, yeah?" He says, making it sound more like a command than a request.

"Hm?" You respond, half-listening "Give me one minute…just…"

Joel sighs. Looks at the clock, and watches the minute tick by. His fingers rub absentminded on your skin and if you turned your head, you'd see his lips forming the beginnings of a pout, an expression usually left to you when he teases you.

By the time you put your phone down, there's no real time at all. You turn to kiss him and Joel reciprocates but barely.

"Gotta get up, got a job on site today" he says as he pulls away.

And that's that. Morning ruined.

A dark cloud hangs over Joel most of the day. He curses this tumblr thing, and boops or whatever the fuck you were on about. He grumbles to Tommy the whole morning, and harrumphs around in the afternoon working in the garage.

He's still fucking horny, but he's too stubborn to just jerk off and call it a day. Oh no, he's gotta get his own back on you now.

"Hey handsome!" You call when you return home for the day, peeking your head into the garage and, okay, Joel lights up maybe just a little bit. Just a tiny bit.

"Hey darlin" He says, giving you a smile that has a glint of annoyance to it. You don't notice, phone still in hand, a string of notifications popping up on your screen as you speak to him.

"How was your day?" He asks, setting his tools down and coming around the garage to you.

"Oh, good. Didn't get much done, just booping"

"Just boopin'. Right…"

You don't see the angry tick of his jaw as you lean up to him and give him a cheeky little smile before going in for a kiss. He can't resist, of course not. He never could when its you.

But when you pull away, a happy sigh leaving your lips, you raise your finger and poke his nose with a "Boop!"

Joel loses it then; the press of your finger to his nose, the 'boop!' in that stupid, lilting tone. He's had enough. He's already frustrated from being left with blue balls this morning, so now he's annoyed and horny.

"I swear to god!" He grumbles, pointing an accusing finger at you

"W-what?" You asks, face a picture of surprise at his sudden outburst.

"This fuckin' boop thing! It's ridiculous, i've goddam had it"

"It's just…it's just a tumblr thing"

"I don't know what that means, and I don't wanna"

You can't deny his angry tone and the wild look in his eyes is making your cunt throb. You keep up your perplexed, innocent look as he goes on about it; about how he didn't get quality time with his girl this morning, how he'd been left aching all day and did you even care?!

"Joel, I'm s-" you start, holding your hand on his chest, a show of apology because you really hadn't meant to make him feel that way. He looks down at you, eyes dark and stormy and finds the fire in your own.

"You like boopin' so damn much, huh?" He practically growls out. Your clit jumps in excitement at the rumbling tone.

You nod dumbly.

"Well I'm gonna boop you til you fuckin' cry"

You figure he's not talking about a poke to your nose when he grabs you and hauls you down to the couch, you squeal excitedly, phone dropped to the floor as you eagerly help him pull of your clothes in a fit of rage…passion…determination…you can't quite pinpoint it but you're certainly not complaining about it.

"What happens on that little app of yours when you boop?" Joel asks, looking down between your legs while he kneels between your ankles, big hands holding them tight.

"It's…it's like…" You breath is a little ragged. He can easily tell you're already wet through your underwear "It's a paw that sort of…smacks?" you try to explain.

"Yeah?" Joel nods, tongue flicking out to moisten his lips. His hand reaches out like a flash, and a slap lands on your clothed pussy making you yelp.

"Joel!" you whine, the yell of surprise quickly turning to a moan, clit twitching and pussy clenching around nothing.

"Something like that, you think?" He asks, before he does it again.

Your mouth hangs open slack, eyes flutter closed as you let the sensation envelop you.

"Yeah, uhm, yeah, i think so…maybe, uhm, do it again to make sure?" you whisper, biting down on your bottom lip to suppress the desperate whine clawing up your throat.

He chuckles darkly, pulse quickening as he takes in your expression while he takes his sweet time pulling your underwear down, kissing your ankles before he tugs it all the way off and throws it to the floor. Your cunt is glistening, beautiful, mesmerising enough that he almost forgets he was ever annoyed to begin with.

Then your forgotten phone pings, muffled by the lacy fabric fallen on top of it, and Joel gives you a wicked smile.

A quick succession of slaps to your bare pussy have you crying out, and then squirming as he sooths the sting with gentle touches to your folds, parting them and massaging lightly with his thumbs.

"You still like boopin'?" He asks softly now, a thumb circling your clit and making you arch in delicious pleasure again.

"Mmm" is about all you manage. He's leaning over you now, crowding you and pressing you into the soft cushion of the couch. His jeans-covered bulge rubs against your aching pussy and you just nod, and nod and nod.

"Tell me, baby"

"Yeah. Yeah. Like it" You smile soft up at him, eyes wide and reverent, fingers gripping at his strong back, around to his soft stomach, down to the button of his jeans, "Like your version better, f-fuck tumblr, fuck those kitty paws"

He gives a wolfish grin, anticipation glittering in his dark eyes.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet"

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Ive just been reading your Lucifer big sister headcanons, and thier so so so so good, i love how you wrote it🥰. What about Lucifer with a little sister? Any thoughts? How different would he treat her? Maybe she fell at the same time as him and Lucifer blames himself for leading his sister down the same path as him. I can seen him being a protective older brother because come on their in hell surrounded by sinners its got to be stressful even tho she isnt weak what so ever but Lucifer can help but baby his sweet little sister.

(Obviously no pressure to write this)

Have a nice day 😁👋

As a younger sibling, I was gonna make this as I made the elder sister! So I’m glad you asked this as I can’t help but love to make this version. 🦆 sorry if it’s long, I just had fun making this🔥

YOUNGER SISTER! READER X PLATONIC HAZBIN HOTEL

Prompt: you are the younger sister of Lucifer Morningstar who fell along her older brother.

Dead ass you fell on top of Lucifer when you both fell from heaven.

“Groannsss….GET OFF!” Lucifer yells pushing you off him. You huffed getting off him as you dust yourself.

I headcannon reader to have a slight rebellious attitude sometimes like Adam but she’s not as terrible.

Like reader has a shirt that says “kiss my ass” with a kiss mark on the shirt as she puts up a rock gesture 🤟

Lucifer found your shirt and burned it, he can’t have his baby sister have such an inappropriate shirt!

“LU-LU! NOOO MY SHIRTTT” “THIS SHIRT IS NASTY LITTLE SIS!-”

He put his hand to your face to keep you away as he burned it. It was a funny sight as you huffed kicking him in his nuts as he groaned falling face first to the ground.

I also headcannon that reader is the reason why Charlie had a emo phase as reader kinda has a different aesthetic than Lucifer.

But on a serious note, Lucifer was kinda scared when you fell with him as he puts his hand through his hair watching you sleep. He couldn’t believe he brought his baby sister with him on his down fall. He knew he influenced you as you looked up to him more than the other angels. It was like if you were his child, his baby.

But he tucks you in bed as you were sprawled out in your bed snoring loudly. He chuckles kissing your head and leaving your room as he closes your door with a slight sad look.

Back to the funny sibling things, you are definitely the one who sneaks in the kitchen to take his leftovers for payback. After Lucifer walks out of his workshop tired and hungry.

You basically told him to take care of himself more. He walked in the kitchen to find his leftovers gone. So you could tell what happened next.

“Y/NNNNN!” You heard a fierce yell as you had shoved the food down your mouth and ran as you heard a loud flapping of wings behind you. “WHEN I CATCH YOU, YOU BETTER PRAY!”

It’s was so cartoony at how Lucifer chases you while you ran for you life. You have wings but he flys better than you so it’s no use.

He caught you, making you cook dinner for a month as you groan while he smirks patting a duck like a mafia man. “And you better wash the dishes too-” “NOW YOU ASKIN' TOOO MUCHHH!”

But soon the sinners came and made the freedom Lucifer gave them, turn into pure hell as you watch worried at the stress your older brother had. Lucifer tries to smile to show you it’s not affecting him, but it is.

He soon makes you stay all time in the palace, scared for your safety as you stay in your room worried at how isolated he soon becomes. Charlie would walk around babbling about you as she kept your company. You smile at your cute niece giving her boops to her nose.

I also headcannon you and Lucifer are like secret twins as you both hyper fixate about a lot of things like [favorite thing] as he hyper fixates on ducks and gives you his ducks to show off how cool he is as your older brother.

But also I can see reader being shorter than Lucifer, like to his shoulder as Lucifer blinks like a frog as you smile with an evil gremlin ready to stab someone.

But now for some overprotective brother headcannons.

You know how Lucifer when to see Charlie at her hotel, you joined wearing basically a female version of Lucifer’s outfit. But you wore shades to off your ✨coolness✨

Alastor was irritated at your louder personality but you also had a charming aura around you like how Lucifer has his prideful smile. Alastor smirks down at you as you are shorter than Lucifer, he kisses your hand with made you just stand there with a dotted blank expression.

Immediately Lucifer picks you up like a doll as he growls at Alastor like a dog ready to chump his hand off. He knew the radio demon just wanted to piss him off, so the whole time you were in the hotel with him. He always has you close and behind him from the radio demon.

Now if it was a sinner trying to court you, they better hope you don’t snitch like the young sibling you are. Cause ohhhh boy! Lucifer is teleporting to their house to give them nightmares. Maybe even killing them if they made you uncomfortable.

Heaven and hell agrees you are a cutie, demon or angel. Cause in heaven there were angels trying to court you but your brother was always behind you looking stern as he puff his chest trying to see if they suit you best.

Like literally he scares people off as you stand there minding your business.

“I feel a disturbance in the air…” Lucifer says as he was reading a book but pulls the curtains to see an angel trying to court you with their wings.

Immediately you’re being teleported to your room confused as a duck poofs in your hand.

“What the fuckkkk….” You say confused

[bodhiscurls]

mini me. ( bodhi durran )

tiny peek at bodhi being a dad

pairing: bodhi durran x fem! reader

themes: pure FLUFF (disclaimer: the pic below is not how i depict bodhi i saw a tattoo and a really cute baby and for the sake of this scenario thats how i imagine him lying & talking to his baby)

"it's not like you'll understand, but some part of you HAS to get it don't you," bodhi durran sighs in exasperation.

he's met with silence and he sinks his teeth into the pink of his lips, formulating the right words next.

"the thing is, i love hanging out with you. i wouldn't jeapordise this for the world- wait that's a big word. it means um, you," he points right into soft temples and then back at himself "and me = together forever." yes, that should do it.

"it's not that you're not fun or anything, i just miss your mom so much," he boops his baby's nose as gently as he can, pressing his forehead to hers. she sleeps soundly, the little curls plastered to her skin as her face is smushed into his bare chest. a smile grows onto his face at the sight of your daughter and he stops to think just how fucking lucky he is.

your daughter may share bodhi's curls and warm complexion, but the soft honey eyes and dimpled cheeks were all yours. the giggles, quiet laughter and the exaggerated facial expressions that came with terrifying tantrum, bodhi would argue would be all you. you both have the same tiny frown lines that appear in your temples when something annoys you. and just like you had him wrapped around your finger, bodhi durran gravitated his entire existence around his/your child.

he sits in the quiet, your daughter's soft snores filling the air. parenting had come naturally to you both, of course it had. the constant nagging and looking out for your friends had paid off. sure you weren't ready for the midnight screams and the hangry cries and better yet, one that would always make the two of you laugh was seeing your daughter break out into a sob whenever she saw ridoc.

the poor guy pouted for hours when she had first done that whilst the whole family laughed and if she had memorised the sound of joy in the air, your daughter made it into a constant habit. she was however, excellent with imogen who you're sure her attitude was slowly rubbing off on the child in the form of eye rolls and glares.

the air in aretia is sweet, his chest rises slow to match your daughter's steady breaths and he presses a soft kiss to her temple. a gentle melody hums from his breath, the same one that his mother used to echo in his younger days and he halts for a moment, wishing that she could've been alive to see her grandchild.

he senses you before he knocks like its his third signet, its as if the entire air shifts and the earth bends at your will. your tired frame lags at the door but at the sight of your lovers you perk up slightly, dropping your bag to the floor with a quiet thud careful not to wake her and you pad over.

"hi," he presses a long kiss into your lips and you close your eyes in warmth and delight.

"hey handsome," you break free and readjust your sleeping girl in your arms. "how has she been?" you meet his loving gaze. he works around you, standing behind you and wrapping his arms into your waist, dropping his head low into your neck as you sway the sleeping infant on your arms.

"she's perfect as always," he rocks in rhythm with the two of you. "exactly like you," he presses a kiss to the side of your neck.

"and how are you, my love," you ask. he stops and lets out a small whine, "way better now that you're back. two days is far too long to be gone without you," he moans.

you and violet had been sent to neighbouring villages, helping oversee rebuilds and focus on bringing the livelihoods and communities of your people back together. you loved meeting people with different stories to tell of how the war changed them and provide hope for whats to come of the future but you missed home more than anything.

"next time i'll murder xaden if he puts your name down again," he mumbles in between kisses, his breath hot on your skin.

"you can't kill your last living relative," you scold and he raises a perfectly arched eyebrow at you.

"yes i can, he's got a replacement," and he smirks down at his daughter. "she's a much better leader anyways, i can already tell."

you put your daughter down into her cot, no doubt in a few hours she'll scream riorson house down and you'll both look over at each other with half opened eyes. you usually take it in turns tending to her and tonight, it's dad ready to be called in for reinforcements and challenge the little gremlin.

spoiler, he'll sing her a sweet lullaby, kiss her a million times and let her rest in between her parents till she's drooling sticky remenants all over the sheets. it's just the way life goes at this point and you wouldn't change a thing about it.

you relax at the quiet snores and the sight of her sleeping frame before you turn and get ready to peel off your clothes and head straight to bed yourself.

"ah ah ah," he stops you, grabbing you by the waist and hurling you in his arms.

"what are you doing?" you groan and give up, dangling in his grasp.

"its bath time for you princess, hopefully you'll be less of a headache then the little monster in there was earlier," he teases. you stare at each other, both sharing a lazy grin that is now imprinted on another tiny existence. the thought makes your heart swell and he loves every inch of his life with his family.

"i love you mr durran," you whisper, careful not to wake the sleeping princess.

"and i love you mrs durran," he returns with a warm kiss. and as if she's sensed not being the centre of attention you both still as you hear her stir. a little groan, then a sneeze and shes out like a light again.

"well damn," you speak after a second. "that was a close call."

"we love you too baby durran," he grins as he watches you miserably fail to keep your giggles to yourself and quieten down.

moments like this makes all the fighting and all the worst of it worth it for a million lifetimes.

[umbrelladripdrop]

DPxDC Idea 2

This one I've actually attempted to write at one point but only got a lil over a chapter done before I moved on and while I do want to write it, I'm also being realistic when I say I probably won't so for a compromise I'll post it here:

Basicly after DP canon has run its course (sans phantom planet obviously) Danny is just chilling with Sam and Tucker when suddenly there's a snag in the conversation that Danny just can't handle. They've all been working together and been there for each other through all the crazy that's happened after the 'portal incident', but at the same time, Sam and Tucker, and even Jazz, can't quite be there for Danny for everything. More specifically, when it comes to the fact that Danny actually died and the effects that has on him.

In my attempt at a fic it came up with Danny complaining to Sam and Tucker about Jazz being overprotective, even if she has been getting better at not being so bad about it all the time, and Sam ends up actually agreeing with Jazz. The friction comes from Sam and Tucker saying how they wish Danny didn't have to be a hero which hurts Danny because he needs to help, he needs to protect the town, and yet his friends are saying that they wish he didn't. It's a bit of a miscommunication sure, but it's also that Sam and Tucker just can't get it and Danny does eventually realize this but not before he storms off and flies all across town.

And on that flight, is where he says those dreaded words:

"I wish that I could just- just talk to someone who understands for once!"

And *boop*! In a sparkle of green dust pops out a real confused Red Hood stranded on a rooftop that has now been thouraly left in Danny's dust as the teen said the words while flying at least 100 miles an hour and therefore did not see the sudden appearance of a person who was not there five seconds ago.

Yep, Desiree is here but literally only for plot stuff as she's the jumping-off point for this fic. She's like the 'big bad' if you want to call her that, but only because they need to fight and defeat her to undo the spell but other than that this would be a pretty chill fic with some nice Jason and Danny (and even Tim and Danny) bonding and shenanigans.

The premise is that, after this wish and first instance of Danny accidentally summoning someone, it keeps happening. After Jason finally meets up with Danny (Red Hood finds himself in a new area so after like a day or two of research and no contact with the bats [ghostly/GIW caused radio black out or something] he does the smart thing and seeks out the towns resident hero) he gets flashes of why he's here and now he knows he's here cause both he and the kid share the experience of death so yeah he's helping this kid now. After that he and Danny (and Tucker and Sam cause they all made up now) find out that anytime Danny states a fact about his life that's weird or slightly traumatizing, he ends up summoning someone who shares that experience with him. Some examples/possibilities I came up with are:

"Who else fights eldrich horrors and what are essentially God's on the regular?" Cue John Constantine popping up, taking one look at Danny, and giving an emphatic fuck this and teleporting out.

"Well- uh- I bet no one else has had their DNA stolen by a freaky billionaire who's weirdly obsessed with them and then cloned them!" Cue Clark showing up frazzled until he sees Jason and just sighs in acceptance of the Weird Bat Shit.

"No! I refuse! There's no way in hell that someone's had to go and fight their future evil self because they came back in time to stop me from making it so their timeline never comes to pass!" Oh and now Tim is here, now him and Jason can start planin on how to fix this mess (and Tim and Danny can start to be friends too. All the bat bonding).

Those are just the first few back to back ones that Danny spews out in his denial that this is even happening after that initial meet up and explination with Jason. Clark ends up dipping with a promise to tell Bruce that Jason and Tim are alright an are just on a mission now I guess, they're not stuck since both Clark and Constantine could leave but it's not like they were just gonna let this shit slide, so yeah they're staying to help out.

Cue plot/shenanigans/accidentally trauma dumping since the spell makes Danny more suseptible to spewing his guts that way the spell can work more by summoning more people. The summons are based off proximity in a sense because they pull in the person closest that can relate to whatever Danny said.

This leads to Jason and Tim end up getting re-summoned again with a few other points like:

"Getting kidnaped by some old creep on the regular is not a fun time." Tim gets teleported back to Danny and they just... stare at each other because didn't this already happen? Aka this is when they figure out the summoning can apparently stack.

"Yeah like I was supposed to know that getting kidnapped by a ‘father figure’ for ‘my own good’ and wanting to strangle said father figure on multiple occasions was a universal experience." Jason who was sitting in a chair ten feet away is now only two feet away and no longer sitting in a chair and falls to the ground with a waterfall of swears.

"None of you get what it's like to have an older sibling as overbearing as jazz!"Jason teleports again and absolutely flips his shit and goes to fucking gag the twirp because this is the third god damned time Danny!

After Jason's 3rd teleportation, they pause the search for what's happening in favor of trying to figure out why he seems incapable of keeping his mouth shut. Literally. Even Danny says that he doesn't know why he's saying all this. They head down to the lab, which leads to this:

"Oh yeah we can go down here all the time, comes with the territory of borderline neglectful parents." Tim who wasn't on the stairs is suddenly now on the stairs (Jazz was leading the way and therefore farther away) and tips head over tea kettle which makes Jason laugh his ass off all while going how does it feel now?!

There's a potential for so many more summonings and accidentally trauma dumping shenanigans/emotional comfort opportunities but these were just all the ones I could come up with.

The day is eventually saved when they trick Desiree back but Jason and Tim end up staying in touch with Danny and end off with everyone being friends cause I'm a sucker for good endings and fluff. Again I might get to making this an actual fic but I'm already working on a big one (and slacking on it a bit my bad) so who knows? But I at least wanted to get the idea out there somewhere in case someone else wanted to play with the idea.

[abigailovesz]

𓂃 when DOLL!READER and JJ get in a little argument he boops your nose. 𓂅   

a/n: THANK YOU for the request b, lowk fits so much with doll!reader.

season 1 jjˎˊ˗ & soft!jj

you woke up with a yawn and hazy eyes, the springs of jj's bed- well, john b's basically- proving of where you were. yes, you were in your boyfriends room, in his bed. not your pink bed, sadly. you looked over, and there he was.

his mouth open and half of his face covered with his ring covered hand, the other hand plus arm hanging off the mattress. his hair sprawled out and wild across the pillow, one leg still hooked with your own silky one. yeah, it'd been a long night. seriously.

you sighed, wiping a stray curl from in front of your face. inhaling, you could smell the scent of smoke. like something was burning. the sheets were whipped back when you practically jumped out of bed, running toward the kitchen.

jj groaned when he felt you leave. of course, the only time he gets up is when your warmth leaves the bed. he wiped his eyes and shouted. "doll? where are ya?" but he didn't get an answer. just a jumble of curses and then-

"jj motherfucking maybank!"

jj's eyes widened, making a face as he stumbled out of bed- the blankets wrapping up around his legs, making him fall to the floor with a thump. "ow! fucking floor. fuck you." he whisper shouted, as if the floor was breathing real oxygen.

he left the room, hurrying into the kitchen to see you with one of your books getting waved in the air toward the steaming oven. your arms extended while you flapped the paper like a fucking bird. "you forgot to turn off the stove you fucking dumbass!"

jj froze, blinking a few times before grabbing the book and tossing it across the room, grabbing a cup of water and splashing it onto the burning stove. when it went out- he laughed. humorous and careless.

"dude! that was insane. man, i feel like a fuckin' firefighter- oo y'know those stripper-" he rambled, a wolfish grin on his lips but you cut him off. "your kidding, right? you almost burnt the house down!"

he paused, his smile faltering as he heard the seriousness in your tone.

and jj? he was never serious. you knew that. everyone knew that.

"oh come on, minor incident right? i just forgot ok-"

you sighed, shaking your head and walking straight past him to grab a towel but he stopped you- grabbing your shoulders and looking directly at you. "hey, hey- okay, in all serious-en- ness or whatever that word is, im sorry." he slipped one hand up to your face, cupping your cheek with his calloused palm.

"its seriousness j"

he nodded, a small smile on his lips. "right, yeah i knew that but-" he paused, tilting his head and lifting his opposite hand to boop your nose with his finger. "`but i'm sorry, won't do it again doll."

@bbyg4rl for the request :) hopefully it’s what you expected

[sabbathbloodysabbeth]

Steve flops backwards, his body going limp into the musty green couch. Argyle plops down on his right with Jonathan connected to his hip.

The budding warm feeling works its way through Steve, starting from his toes flowing up to his stomach. He can faintly hear Jonathan and Argyle talking to each other over the haziness wrapping itself around his mind.

A loud crashing noise barely startles him, it was a common noise when you were around Eddie. Steve has never met a clumsier alpha.

Argyle is faintly giggling at something, before he’s leaning over to Steve, casually pulling Steve’s shirt down to hide his happy trail that was popping out. Steve doesn’t think much of it.

“So, never got to ask, and you can totally tell me to fuck off but what’s like…. What’s like your secondary gender my dude?” Argyle is casual with the question, genuine curiosity filling his eyes. “I can’t ever tell with you,” he admits.

Steve turns his head, letting it hang down a bit as he smiles dopily. Blinking as he tries to form a thought. Time must be going much slower for him as one of the other two boys answer for him. Which one he isn’t sure.

“Steve’s an Alpha.”

Steve frowns, trying to open his mouth and speak. But he was floating to high. Drifting too far in the deep end to yell that they were wrong.

His limbs, somehow end up tangled with Argyles, whose not even paying attention. Just letting Steve curl into him, barely reacting when Steve’s nose finds its way into his neck. One sniff and Steve knows Argyle is an Alpha.

He already knew that, but now it’s confirmed. For all he knew Argyle could be like him. A omega who just pretends to be an Alpha to pass by. Spraying certain deodorant on and taking scent blockers.

Maybe one day Steve will come clean. Though the more Steve thinks about it, the more he wants to be honest with the guys who helped save the world with him.

When he exits his thoughts, the three boys are all laughing about something. Carrying a conversation about something, Eddie’s eyes casually landing on him from time to time.

Argyles attention shifts back to him after a bit, teasing that he’s never met a cuddly Alpha before. There’s no hint that he knows Steve’s not an Alpha.

“I’m not an alpha,” Steve mumbles gently as he shifts his body with a yawn. Eyes closing as he doesn’t catch the reactions from the room.

He just sniffles a little bit, turns his body at an awkward angle and curls up into a ball sleepily.

“Stevie?” Eddie is over him now. His hand rubbing gently at his shoulder as Argyle and Jonathan are both leaning over the couch curiously.

“Huh?” Steve asks softly. Blinking slowly up at Eddie dumbly. Melting under the alphas touch.

Steve knew he was a cuddly stoner, he probably should have warned the boys this as he moves a bit. Thinking Eddie wants to join them on the couch. Opening a spot between him and argyle.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to hog the couch.” He mumbles out gently. His eyes starting to slowly close again before he feels the cushion next to him shift.

Eddie’s hand is now moving to rub his shoulder, “it’s fine Stevie. But what did you mean by you’re not an alpha?” He asks.

Steve breaks out into a soft giggle as he tilts his head to look at Eddie better. Noticing the way the other’s eyes were red, an unreadable expression on his face as Steve begins to feel his body slide closer and closer to the other like it had Argyle earlier.

“Means I’m not an alpha, silly.” He’s seconds away from wrapping himself around him when Argyle pops his head over Eddie’s shoulder.

Steve can’t help but boop the other’s nose with a soft giggle as Argyles face twitch’s. “Are you a beta?” Argyle asks curiously. His head moving down to lean on Eddie’s shoulder. Seeing that, made Steve miss how warm Argyle was. His body felt like it was freezing without having any body heat.

“I’m cold,” he whines gently. Moving and looking around in hopes of finding a blanket. Before he can, Eddie’s up and back before Steve even misses him. Holding a blanket in his hands as he carefully wraps it around Steve who melts at the smell.

His cheeks are a soft pink, as he moves curling up without thought. He looks up seeing Eddie’s head tilted and watching him carefully. “Eddie why aren’t you on the couch?” He whines out.

A look of shock and amusement crosses the other’s face before he’s laughing and sitting down next to Steve again. Argyle’s now moving to stand and Steve’s pinching his eyebrows. “Noooo, argyle you’re too warm to leave. You’re gonna like- suck the heat away from the couch man.” Steve complains.

He can hear the soft laughs of the other boys, but he doesn’t care. He needs them to be near him. So he doesn’t float off to far. He doesn’t want to get lost.

That’s what he mumbles out as he buries his face into Eddie’s shoulder this time.

“Don’t worry big boy, i- we’ve got you.” Eddie mumbles gently into his hair.

Steve relaxes and smiles happily as he finds the spot he’s looking for. Eddie’s smell hitting him and making him feel even higher.

“Hmm… not a beta either.” He admits sheepishly. Arms now wrapped around Eddie’s middle.

Eddie can’t help but let a soft laugh, “yeah? Are you a snuggly omega then?”

Steve lets out a hum in confirmation, sleep finally taking over him while he’s wrapped in what he thinks is Eddie’s blanket. And cuddles into Eddie.

[limethefirst]

Could I request a platonic Wolverine x Innocent Reader x Deadpool where the reader is a superhero and the two want to take care of them and shows them the ropes but argue about how to do it?

No pressure or rush, hope you’re having a wonderful day/night!

-W.P 💚

Hero in training

pairings: Wolverine x reader x Deadpool (platonic)

warnings: violence, swearing

summary: Wade and Logan don’t see eye to eye when it comes to training methods

a/n: thank you for requesting! I wasn’t super sure in what way you wanted reader to be innocent so please forgive me if this isn’t to your best liking, also I’m gonna start working on part 3 of void runners soon so keep an eye out!🫢

No one ever said being a superhero was easy, but it especially wasn’t easy when you were being trained by both the Wolverine and Deadpool. The two people who hardly ever got along.

You watched as Wade and Logan stood in front of you, Logan wearing casual training clothes and Wade in his normal red suit. Wade looked excited, he was ready to show you his ways but Logan had another approach in mind.

“Alright kid, first we need to learn to control your powers, from there we can begin with some drills, slowly moving up to advanced drills then work more on strength training” Logan started, his plan was to train your powers and then learn some moves with them, hoping it would help you in the self defense aspect of crime fighting.

This was something Wade didn’t find appealing, “Woah back the fuck up now Peanut” Logan glared at the man, before Wade continued, “Remember we’re both training them, and I say we need some more fun in this training, maybe learn some cool flashy moves, or we can start off this party with a dance off!”

“A dance off?” You looked at Wade, a bit confused on his method of teaching but not entirely against it.

Logan on the other hand didn’t appreciate the comment, “This isn’t some type of circus act, this is real life Wade, we need to have some type of approach or we won’t make progress, and all that will happen is they get injured out there,” you looked between the two men, wishing someone else had trained you instead.

“Well why don’t we just see what our little sugar plum fairy thinks,” Wade then turned back over to you and booped your nose, “Okay kiddo, do you wanna have a fun training with Papa Wade!! Or do you want to be all bored and tired with meanie Wolverine!” Wade asked you, his voice sounded like he was talking to a little baby.

You looked at both men, unsure of what to say, not wanting to upset the other. Then the idea came to mind, “Can’t we try both methods? Maybe a combination?”

“Fuck no, that idiots ‘method’ is going to get you hurt,” Logan quickly replied, this caused Wade to go over to you and grab your head in his arms.

He began to pet your head and started cooing, “Do I look like I’d ever let anything harm them?”

You stood there as Wade held your head tight, a sigh escaping your lips, “Please Logan, I know its unconventional but I really think it’ll work!” You started to plead with the man.

Wade slowly let go, a hand still on your head, while Logan stood there, unsure if this was the right choice, but he knew how persistent Wade was.

Logan caved, “Fine but if there isn’t any progress, only I’ll train you, got it kid?”

You have him a smile and a thumbs up, Wade just went up to Logan and clung to his arm, “Awe you’re such a softy aren’t you my little firecracker!”

Logan quickly let his claws out and stabbed him in the stomach, already regretting his decision.

Over the course of the next few weeks, you continued your combination training, Logan taught you defensive skills as well as offensive, he also showed you a lot of strategies that would protect you when the time came, while Wade showed you the flair of being a hero, without having to kill as he knew that wasn’t the type of hero you wanted to be, even though every once and a while he’d try to persuade you.

Even though you’d decided to do the combination training, both men still argued all the time.

“Why the hell are you telling them to jump through the sky light when you want to sneak attack a criminal?” Logan’s finger pushed into Wade’s chest, irritated that he’d tell you to do something so dumb and risky.

“Because they need to look awesome while saving the day, oh don’t forget the funny joke once the bad guy sees you, alright my sugar cane,” Wade looked over to you and you gave him a happy smile with a thumbs up, knowing you probably weren’t gonna do that but it was nice to make him feel good before he and Logan fight again over how that isn’t an ethical way of fighting crime.

You decided it was best to leave before they started to get at it again, you knew that tomorrow they’d go back to helping you anyway. So maybe it was better to let them get it out of their systems every one and a while.

[mariet-eva]

Satoru Gojo as your BF headcanons

{Geto's version if you're interested}

-Consider yourself lucky. You are dating Satoru Gojo himself.

-Gojo is a clingy little shit but you still love him. He's extremely attached to you and constantly wanting your attention. I feel like he'd poke your cheek or boop your nose to get your attention whenever you're focused on something.

-Though, he is prideful and arrogant, but with you, he's soft and caring towards you. Gojo is a sucker for physical touch. Its's his love language for you. He's like a cat that follows his owner around whenever you go.

-Of course, he teases you. A lot. When you get flustered, he's bound to tease you about it poking fun at the color on your cheeks. Gojo will tease you by calling you all kinds of nickname like, baby girl/boy, honeybun, hon, sweetcheeks, gorgeous, baby, babe. Do I need to say more?

-Gojo spoils you a lot. When he comes back from a mission, he brings you so many souvenirs for you. Like snacks, plushies, flowers, even jewelry. He also bought you a sliver ring with an infinity symbol carved on it.

-He's also a lil horny.

"Babe, can we do it?"

"Satoru!!!"

-During intimate moments, he likes being the dominate one (or submissive if you want😏) in the bedroom. He's very touchy and will not keep his hands off you. He likes running his hands down your thighs gently (or rough if you like it rough) and sometimes smacks your ass to be a little shit. Gojo loves hearing your noises, music to his ears. He loves to hold you close to him making sure that you're real and not a dream. He runs his hand through your hair staring at you with those bright blue orbs. He would probably be very vocal about how much he loves you and how pretty you are.

"You're so beautiful, more beautiful than anything else."

"You're so damn perfect, I'm a lucky man, aren't I?"

"Mmm... I can't stop touching you, you're making me go insane."

"God, I love you so much, baby."

-He ADORES cuddling. You already know he's the big spoon than you. He's addicted to having you in his arms. Going to sleep? He's already behind you having his arms around your waist. And there are times where Gojo lays on top of you resting his head on your chest (or boobs) using them as pillows. (He likes to squeeze them)

-Gojo can read you like a book. He's very observant. I'm guessing with his Six Eyes he can read your body language and recognizing different expressions on your face.

-He is very protective over you. Your safety is his number one priority. He will not hesitate to defend you against anything or anyone. He's a jealous type too. He will have his arm wrapped around you at all times in public or holding your hand to show that you are his and his only. If he catches anyone who stares at you, he'd give them a death glare scaring the person away. Which you scold him. He knows you're loyal to him and he trusts you but he can't help it. He has to show the world that you're his.

-If you're feeling sad, he will give you a big warm hug. He will let you lean on him as he speaks comforting words to calm you down. He will hold your face with both his hands giving kisses all over your face to make you giggle. Sometimes he'll joke around to make you laugh. He will wipe away those tears from your eyes as you give him a small but soft smile making his heart melt.

"There's that smile I love."

-When you're away on a solo mission, he will get whiny and start texting you making sure you're alive and safe. But he will start complaining to Geto telling him how much he misses you and craves for your touch and kisses which annoys the hell out of Geto. When you come back, he'll pull you into his arms and will shower you with kisses.

-Gojo is extremely devoted to you and treats you like a queen/king. He will do anything to make you happy and have that beautiful smile on your face. His goal is to always make you feel loved and safe.