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HUGH JACKMAN as Wolverine

X-Men (2000) X2 (2003) X-Men: The Last Stand (2006) X-Men Origins: Wolverine (2009) X-Men: First Class (2011) The Wolverine (2013) X-Men: Days of Future Past (2014) X-Men: Apocalypse (2016) Logan (2017) Deadpool & Wolverine (2024)

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MY ENEMY, MY LIFE

𓊖 arcane x x-men au ! season one, episode seven !

A nearly silent gasp leaves Scott as Logan is suddenly shot down. His eyes shift between Logan’s now limp body and the marine. A bullet stuck in The Wolverine’s forehead. The marine keeps the pistol sharply aimed at Scott’s temple.

“Scott!” Jean’s voice comes from a distance down the Brooklyn Bridge. The binoculars shift from the two to Jean as she begins running back towards Scott.

A growl-like scream leaves you followed by snickers when you realize. “Liar,” you mumble, glaring down at Jean before moving to your feet.

“I told you to leave this alone.” The marine says coldly, barrel still pointed at Scott’s face.

Suddenly, as if following her, a flurry of firelights comes flying and trilling behind Jean. Their leaf green light contrasts the harsh white fluorescents brought by the marines.

A firelight trickles down and lands on the barrel. Like a butterfly landing on an innocent child’s finger. Scott and the marine brows both furrow slightly. The pair watch as the bug settles and its wing shifts, revealing a painted skull face before exploding into a burst of green light.

It’s like a warzone next. A series of explosions came one after the other. Corpses spreading throughout the area. Collapsing and bleeding wherever they’re sent. The white fluorescents flickered over the gruesome scene.

Then there are footsteps. Footsteps and hums.

Scott shakily pulls himself up, wincing slightly when he tries to step with his left leg. A faux firelight wing pierced deeply into his calf and blood trickled around it.

One of the soldiers writhe on the ground and you can’t help but finish the job.

Jean finally reaches Scott, scanning his condition immediately before helping him up.

You approach Logan’s body that’s slowly pushing out the bullet and closing the skin over again. As if he were never shot. You grab the bag he always carries with him that was sent a few feet away and toss it over your shoulder. You scoff when you look up and see Jean with Scott’s body leaning on her and his arm around her shoulders.

A wicked smirk grows on Scott’s lips that is hidden from Jean. That damn guy… Seconds later, you’re grabbing your gun that’s slung across your body, aiming at the duo, and firing. They push apart to avoid the shots.

Before you know it, Logan’s suddenly running from between the two. Claws out and body healed. Pushing off the ground with both his hands and his feet. Your bullets ricochet off the bridge’s material as you try to hit him. Only for him to slit the strap that held up your weapon.

You quickly retract your pistol, but just as before, he dodges the shots. Your arms fly up in defense when he comes close again, however, he just cuts the strap of the bag and snatches it off of you. Claws scraping the ground as he lands.

Logan tosses the bag to Scott. “Go,” he commands them. The pair turned to leave without a second thought. Jean spares you one last glance and you just scoff again.

The Wolverine steps in the way of your view of them. You just laugh. A weird and off-sounding laugh. “Oh, look who it is. The boy savior,” you pant with a wicked grin. Logan just sighs softly before he chuckles.

He crouches slightly into a fighting stance, ready to pounce. You look at him and chuckle as well, readying your gun. Finally, he rushes at you. You turn your pistol sideways and aim.

The bullet grazes his cat-ear cowlick as he ducks beneath it. He swiftly jumps over the next set of shots that follow. But one of the next pierced through his chest. You smile and giggle at the sight. Though, it doesn’t take long for the shell to push out of his skin.

You roll your eyes and cock your gun. Like routine, he dodges your shots and it feels like only seconds before he’s lunging at you, claws raised. Your barrel follows his body, only to miss once more. You groan when you feel the skin of your cheek tear in three ragged lines, sending you to the ground.

You swing your arm around, attempting to shoot. Logan knocks your hand aside and climbs on top of you. You grab a nearby pole from the debris, trying to at least smack him with it. But Logan just grabs it and presses it to your throat. Grunting as you push at him and the metal and getting harsh punches in response force blood to spew from your nose.

You flinch slightly when Logan’s fist raises again and you hear that familiar “snkit.” But the impact never comes. You just stare up at him with big eyes and he just stares back down at you. Frozen in his actions. His expression softened.

You can nearly see the thoughts flickering behind his gaze. Logan rarely hesitated. He tried to always think before he acted but still, he never hesitated. This time is different. Maybe it’s blood on your face and his knuckles. Maybe it’s the similar gaze you share with your sister. Maybe it’s the thought of what you could be with a little guidance.

You offer him a weak smile. A smile to distract him from your hand that wields a grenade. Right beside your head, you pull the pin. Logan’s deep brown eyes quickly shift to the beeping, brows raising when he realizes. And then, one last explosion to end the night off. Littering the air with pink dust instead of green. Your signature.

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Hugh! From this evening it seems. Both Hugh and ‘Stache looking magnificent 🤩

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logan getting sent to another universe where the reader is healthy and jean is dead so no matter what universe he’s in one of the girls he loves most is dead 🙂

fighting the urge to rewrite the entirety of arcane with xmen characters

having an arcane x xmen au brainrot

1) jean and reader fighting and scott shooting reader’s finger off with his laser

2) magneto as silco and charles as vander

3) reader wasn’t born a mutant but was turned into one by magneto

4) logan and reader fight on the bridge 🙏🏽

5) scott is caitlyn ofc cus jean is vi

6) rogue aka marie as isha

7) reader joins the xmen after marie dies saving them from “charles”

8) jean doesn’t get imprisoned, she gets found by charles and makes her own choice to leave reader

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having an arcane x xmen au brainrot

1) jean and reader fighting and scott shooting reader’s finger off with his laser

2) magneto as silco and charles as vander

3) reader wasn’t born a mutant but was turned into one by magneto

4) logan and reader fight on the bridge 🙏🏽

5) scott is caitlyn ofc cus jean is vi

6) rogue aka marie as isha

7) reader joins the xmen after marie dies saving them from “charles”

8) jean doesn’t get imprisoned, she gets found by charles and makes her own choice to leave reader

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Hi!!

Could I get Zenitsu from demon slayer that swears he straight start to fall for male reader? Like maybe reader is confident and flirty/make dirty jokes with him but he is so deep in denial that he’s always refusing and stuff until he realizes he’s daydreaming of reader and wanting to go along with it?

Not sure if I’m describing it well, and you’re welcome to take the concept and run with it however you like but I thought bi disaster would be funny and a cute bottom

“IN A FLASH”

pairing. “Straight”!Zenitsu Agatsuma x Top!male reader

synopsis. Zenitsu is 100% straight—or at least, that’s what he keeps telling himself. But between your constant flirting, your cocky smirks, and the unwelcome daydreams about being pinned against a wall, he’s starting to lose his mind. And maybe, just maybe… he likes it. — 1.7k

warnings. mdni, nsfw, amab reader, dirty jokes, tiniest bit of power play, first time (with a man), overstimulation, handjob, aftercare

a/n: You did a great job describing what you wanted! Thank you for sending in my first request!

Zenitsu was not in love with you.

Nope. Not a chance. Absolutely not.

It didn’t matter that you were tall, confident, and smirked like you owned the place. It didn’t matter that you rolled up your sleeves during training, your arms a little too toned, a little too veiny for him to not notice. And it especially didn’t matter that you had a habit of leaning in too close, whispering dirty jokes just low enough for only him to hear.

Because Zenitsu?

Zenitsu liked women.

He loved women. Soft hands, long hair, big br—

"Are you blushing?"

The sound of your smooth, teasing voice snapped him out of his spiraling thoughts.

Zenitsu immediately flinched, whipping around to see you grinning down at him, elbow resting on his shoulder.

His stomach flipped.

"No! I—Why would I—?! I AM NOT BLUSHING!"

In his panic, he stumbled backward—tripping over absolutely nothing—and fell flat onto his ass.

You burst out laughing, loud and shameless, crossing your arms as you watched him writhe in his own embarrassment.

"You totally were," you smirked. "What’s the matter? My rugged good looks getting to you?"

Zenitsu felt his entire soul leave his body.

"SHUT THE HELL UP!" He practically threw himself back to his feet, pointing at you in a wild panic. "I AM 100% STRAIGHT, OKAY?! I LOVE WOMEN! BIG BOOBS! SOFT HANDS! LONG HAIR!"

You just raised an eyebrow.

"...Alright, bro. You want a medal or something?"

Zenitsu twitched violently.

This was your fault.

For months, you'd been torturing him.

The casual hand on his shoulder. The way you'd sit too close, your thigh pressed against his. The way your gravelly, stupidly deep voice sounded whenever you murmured some filthy joke into his ear, leaving him to short-circuit in real-time.

He hated it.

He hated you.

He was definitely not going to start thinking about it later.

Absolutely not.

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It started small. Little things.

Like how your voice was kind of deep.

Not too deep—but just enough to make his stomach flip when you said his name.

Or how your hands were huge.

Not that he was paying attention to them. Not that he was imagining how they’d feel gripping his waist, holding his wrists, pinning him—

WAIT, BAD. BAD THOUGHT.

Zenitsu shook his head violently, slapping his own cheeks.

He was just tired. That was all. He needed to train more.

…But training wasn’t exactly helping.

Because lately, you were standing too damn close.

"Need help with your stance?" you murmured from behind him, your chest almost pressed to his back.

Zenitsu froze.

His entire body locked up as your hands brushed over his hips, adjusting him like it was nothing.

Like you weren’t completely ruining his life.

"I—I GOT IT!" he shrieked, flailing away from you like you were on fire. "THANKS, NO NEED TO TOUCH ME, I’M PERFECTLY FINE—!!"

You just blinked at him, amused. "Dude, chill."

Zenitsu was not chilling.

He was losing his fucking mind.

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It got worse.

He started having thoughts.

Thoughts like, "What if he pushed me against a wall?"

Or "What if he held me down?"

Or "What if I just… let him?"

"NOOOOOOO—!!!" Zenitsu bolted upright in bed, screaming into his pillow.

What the hell was that dream?!

WHY WAS IT KINDA GOOD?!!

He buried his face in his hands, rocking back and forth in despair.

"This isn’t happening," he whispered. "I love women. BIG BOOBS. SOFT HANDS. LONG HAIR."

…Your hair didn’t look like a womans, but it always looked kinda nice.

WAIT, NO, STOP—!!!

Zenitsu launched himself out of bed. He needed a distraction. Immediately.

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Zenitsu was determined to prove his 100% absolute heterosexuality.

Which is why, the next morning, he could be found on his knees in front of a random woman, gripping her hands, screaming into the sky.

"HELLO, BEAUTIFUL LADY! HAVE I MENTIONED I LOVE WOMEN?!"

The woman blinked. "…Are you okay?"

"I’M SO OKAY!" Zenitsu laughed, manic and desperate. "SO, SO, SO OKAY! WOMEN ARE BEAUTIFUL! GORGEOUS! PLEASE MARRY ME!"

You watched from a distance, arms crossed, fighting back a smirk.

"He’s been acting weird lately," Tanjiro mumbled beside you.

You chuckled. "Yeah. I noticed."

Zenitsu’s entire body stiffened.

Because your voice—your deep, amused, cocky voice—was right behind him.

He turned slowly, staring up at you with wide, panicked eyes.

"Yo," you grinned.

Zenitsu squeaked.

Just straight-up made a noise like a fucking chew toy and bolted in the opposite direction.

You laughed.

Because oh yeah.

You definitely knew what this was.

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Zenitsu’s back hit the wall, his breath coming in ragged, uneven pants.

His whole body was shaking, his hands gripping at nothing, his legs weak beneath him.

This was your fault.

You were too close.

You had him trapped, one hand flat against the wall beside his head, your strong, calloused fingers gripping his chin, forcing him to look up at you.

He tried to glare.

Tried to resist.

But his face was burning, his eyes were wide and panicked, his chest rising and falling way too fast.

This was wrong.

This was not supposed to happen.

"I—I don’t—” Zenitsu stammered, but his hips twitched forward, betraying him instantly.

You smirked. "Not like what?"

Your voice was too deep, too smooth, too much.

Zenitsu let out a sharp, shaky breath, his fingertips digging into the wall behind him.

"I—I'm not—"

He cut himself off, biting his lip hard, his eyes squeezing shut.

Because if he looked at you any longer, he was going to break.

And then—

You grabbed his chin, tilted his face up, and kissed him.

Zenitsu shattered.

A sharp, wrecked little noise escaped him, somewhere between a whimper and a gasp, his body going stiff—then melting completely.

His hands shot up to grip your shirt, his fingers fisting the fabric so tightly his knuckles turned white.

He didn’t pull away.

He couldn’t.

His whole body was burning, his mind spinning, his lips parting helplessly as you deepened the kiss, teasing, taking your time breaking him apart.

Zenitsu’s legs gave out.

You caught him instantly, one strong arm wrapping around his waist, keeping him pinned against you.

He hated how good it felt.

He hated how easily you overpowered him.

He hated that his dick was aching, twitching, throbbing, already soaked with precum—

But most of all?

He hated how much he loved it.

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Zenitsu didn’t remember how you got him to bed.

All he knew was that he was on his back, his clothes half-off, his skin burning, and your hands were on him.

Too much.

Too good.

Too overwhelming.

His breath was shaky, his legs spread open beneath you, his whole body trembling like a leaf. He should’ve been embarrassed—should’ve pushed you away, should’ve pretended he didn’t want this.

But when you dragged your palm up his inner thigh, tracing over sensitive, untouched skin, his whole body jerked violently, a shocked little whimper spilling from his lips.

His hands shot up to cover his mouth, his fingers pressing against his own lips as if that could stop the noises from escaping.

You smirked.

“Oh? You like that?”

Zenitsu furiously shook his head, eyes blown wide, face burning.

"NO—"

You hummed, dragging your fingers up his trembling stomach, stopping just at the waistband of his underwear.

"You sure?"

Zenitsu bit his lip hard, his whole body twitching in anticipation.

He could feel himself leaking, soaking the fabric, his thighs clenched but trembling, struggling to stay still.

He was too sensitive.

Too needy.

And when you finally hooked your fingers into his waistband and tugged his underwear down—

Zenitsu gasped, his breath catching, his dick twitching against his stomach.

Fuck.

He looked away immediately, his chest rising and falling way too fast.

He couldn’t do this.

He wasn’t supposed to like this.

Then your fingers wrapped around him, slow, teasing, barely applying any pressure.

And Zenitsu cried out.

A sharp, wrecked moan slipped past his lips, his hips jerking forward before he could stop himself.

"S-Shit—"

You chuckled. "You're shaking."

"Sh-Shut up," he whined, his voice cracking, his fingers digging into the sheets.

He was burning up.

He felt too hot, too exposed, too weak.

But it felt good.

Way too fucking good.

Your grip tightened just slightly, your thumb swiping over his leaking tip, and Zenitsu’s whole body twitched.

His breath hitched, a choked moan spilling out.

"I-I—oh fuck—"

You smirked. "Already close?"

"NO—" Zenitsu’s voice cracked, his cheeks burning.

He was not going to cum just from this.

He was not going to embarrass himself like that.

He was not going to—

You leaned down, dragged your tongue over his tip, and Zenitsu screamed.

His fingers fisted the sheets, his whole body seizing up, his dick twitching violently.

And then—

He broke.

"OH—OH FUCK—"

His back arched sharply, his hips bucking up, his breath stuttering, and then he let out a wrecked little sob, cumming way too fast, way too hard.

His chest heaved, his legs shaking, his body completely wrecked beneath you.

You pulled back slightly, grinning down at him.

"That fast?" your voice was low, amused, teasing. "Thought you had more stamina, Thunder Boy."

Zenitsu whined into his hands, his whole body trembling, his mind completely blank.

He should’ve been mortified.

But then—

Your hand wrapped around him again.

And Zenitsu twitched violently.

"H-Hah—w-wait, I just—"

Your grip tightened slightly, stroking him slow, teasing, letting him feel the overstimulation creep in.

Zenitsu gasped, his hips jerking forward weakly, his thighs trembling.

"You're still hard," you murmured, voice silky smooth. "Guess that wasn't enough for you, huh?"

Zenitsu let out a broken little noise, his nails digging into your arms.

He couldn’t handle this.

He was too sensitive.

Too fucking weak.

"B-Be gentle," he whispered, his voice tiny.

You smirked, kissing his heated skin.

"No."

Then you kept going.

And Zenitsu?

Zenitsu didn’t stand a chance.

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Zenitsu refused to let go of you.

His arms were wrapped around your waist, his face buried in your chest, his breath still shaky.

You smirked, running your fingers through his messy hair.

"You okay?"

Zenitsu huffed weakly, his fingers tightening their grip on you.

"I still like girls," he mumbled into your skin. "I just… really like you too."

You chuckled. "Oh yeah?"

Zenitsu whined. "Don’t make me say it again—!"

You grinned. "So you liked it?"

Zenitsu froze.

Then, with a mortified little whimper, he hid his face in your chest.

"D-Don’t say it out loud, idiot!"

You laughed, holding him tighter.

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Messily making out with Oldman!Logan, he can’t keep up with you… please write sth about it, you would do it so well

Slow Ride

Old Man Logan X F! Reader

Logan can't keep up with you

A/N: I'm trying a new posting format, so if my next few fics look weirdly formatted no they ain't. also I hope it's okay if I used F! reader, but I'm totally willing to make a version with a G/N! reader! Also writing this had me bluuusshing

Warnings: Smutty, dry humping, premature orgasm (is that what you would call it lmao??), messy makeout, Logan gets a little angsty but you make him feel better <3

"Shit-"

"Slow down baby-" Logan chuckles into your lips. Deep and warm, and shoots right down your spine, coating your panties in a sticky sweet arousal that Logan picks up right away, as your scent quickly climbs to his nose.

Your hands cupped his face, pulling him into you as you captured his lips in a heated, intense kiss. Your tongue licked against his teeth, you bit and sucked on his bottom lip, leaving him breathless and moaning. Your hands climb into his salt-and-pepper hair, tugging and scratching against his scalp, eliciting a hard grunt from him as he tipped his head back from you.

You were desperate for him. Logan had been working late for the last few nights, and you ended up falling asleep before he came back home. It left you constantly squeezing your thighs together, when you watched him during the little free time you both did have together. The way his muscles rippled under the wife-beater. His lips, looking kissable as always under that thick beard that you can just feel scratching up your inner thighs as he ate you up. You watched him come out of the bathroom, lost in thought- unnoticing of your perverted stare as he walked around the room in nothing but a towel wrapped low on his hips. Warm, wet, his skin glistening in the orange glow from the lamp in the corner.

The only thing that had kept you from jumping his adamantium bones was how tired he seemed.

Then he walked in tonight, home earlier than usual, brought you a cute little gift that you barely paid attention to because you jumped on him so fast it nearly brought both of you down. He held onto you, a warm laugh that made your heart flutter, and carried you to the couch- plopping down onto it, a hard creak sounding the room from the weight of Logan and you on it.

"Take it easy, I ain't going nowhere doll." He puffs out, his cheeks flushed, his lips swollen from your loving and desperate touch. You smiled down at him sinfully, taking in his flustered state. "Feeling needy?"

You bit your lip and nodded, eyes wide and full of lust as you slowly began grinding over his trousers, feeling his cock slowly harden against you with each wiggle of your hips. Logan's hands came down, gripping your hips, forcing you to slow down your ministrations over him.

"I've been neglecting you? Hm?" He purrs. You shook your head.

"I just want you Lo..." You whimper, leaning back in, desperately kissing him again, before moving to press kisses all over his face. Your hands slid down his chest, unbuttoning his shirt anxiously, nearly ripping off a few buttons by how quickly you tugged at the fabric. His hands stopped yours as he worked the rest off.

"I know you do." He purrs, "I'm right here, don't gotta rush-"

He says this as if it was to make you slow down, but the reality is that he couldn't keep up. The way your lips captured his, how you moved against him- it felt so good but fuck it left him gasping for breath, unable to focus. The press of your clothed pussy against his covered cock.

At one point, he would've been able to keep up. His younger self would have pinned you down and fucked you for hours straight, not stopping even if you begged him for a break, capturing your puffy lips in a searing kiss to shut you up so he could focus on pushing you into a new position and fuck into you with a renewed vigor; listening to your beautiful whines and cries as your begging for him to cease turns into pleading to don't stop once again. His stamina knew no bounds. He was endless in his passion, his animalistic vigor, and his love for you.

Now though, he thought he was going to cum right then. Your ceaseless grinding over the tent in his trousers. The way your lips pout when he pulls back from your sweet but oh-so-overwhelming kisses.

Fuck, does he want to keep up. He wants to rip your clothes off and fuck you into the couch until your sobbing his name and your tears stain the cushions.

He was old now. Cranky, slower than he used to be, his stamina is no longer what it used to be - albeit still better than an average man likely. That's what he tells himself. Though now he's wondering if that's really the case because here you were, young and beautiful and lustful for him and he's doing everything he can to get you to slow the hell down.

Your nails buried into the skin of his now bare shoulders, as you grind your hips over him again. He let out a small pant, tipping his head back, lips parted and eyes shut as he did everything he could to hold himself together. His grip on your hips kept you from going as fast as you wanted.

"Logan." You whined, nuzzling into his chest. "Please- I need you-"

The sound of your sweet voice, begging and pleading. It was finally too much.

His hips thrust upwards, helplessly meeting your grinding, as he let out a whine, his head pitching forward against your shoulder, his grip on your hips keeping you moving along him as his trousers grew wet, ropes of cum painting his boxers and effectively coating himself. He fell back onto the couch, head tipped back.

His chest heaved, as his dick twitched, a few more droplets of his spend leaking out. Sweat beaded his forehead, and there was ringing in his ears.

He couldn't believe this.

He cums in his fucking pants, like a goddamn 12 year old boy. All because a few of your kisses, and some dry humping. He was humiliated. He hadn't even gotten his cock wet from you and here he was, having to end up throwing away a perfectly good pair of boxers.

He could die right then and there. You'll dig a hole for him in the wilds, leave him in an unmarked grave as you go on to tell the world what a pathetic man he'd become.

Logan Howlett, the Wolverine, couldn't keep up with his girl.

Died creaming his pants like a fucking teenager

"You're so beautiful Lo."

Your voice snapped him out of his shame as he opened his eyes and looked at you. You were just as sweaty and flushed as him, lips slightly parted, your pupils blown wide with desire.

"Do I really make you feel that good?" You asked, a hint of innocence in your voice.

His heart still pounding in his chest, his cock softening and loosening against the strain of his pants. He looked over your beautiful figure atop of him, the way your chest rose and fell, signs of your exertion. You bit your lip as you waited for his answer.

The corner of his lips quirked up. His hand came up to the back of your neck, pulling you down to meet his lips. He met you this time, equally passionate and desperate for you as you were for him. It was no doubt how he felt for you, you kept him going everyday. Maybe he moved a little slower...Long as he can still show you that he loves you.

Never mind himself though. If you're here, and you're able to love him as he is....

"Want me to clean you up?" You smiled against his lips, your nose bumping against his. His eyes crinkled as he looked at you, adoration in his eyes, as his own self-loathing disappeared into the shadows of his mind. How can he think about himself if you're here, looking at him like he was the most important thing in your world?

And to you, he was.

"You're gonna be the death of me sweetheart." He purred, his other hand petting your thigh. "Go on then, clean me up baby."

You gave him a big grin, climbing off his lap to kneel to the floor. He grabbed a pillow for you to place your knees on, leaning forward to put it on the floor before you. You eagerly moved to unbuckle his pants, beginning to pull his pants down his thick thighs. He spread his arms along the back of the couch, spreading his thighs for you.

"Take it slow now doll, I wanna enjoy every second."

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hey… hey… how y’all doin

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doey is literally the golden freddy of poppy playtime

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cw drugging & dubcon stop reading here n block me!!!!

you keep playing hard to get with toji, even one time going as far as to say you’d have to be wasted out of your mind to sleep with him. so… he takes you out and gets you wasted out of your mind with just one drink! you don’t need to know what he slipped into it while you were busy flirting with the bartender :(

you’re tripping over your words in no time. blurry vision and a weird taste in your mouth and a burning heat between your legs that makes you almost painful with need. toji has to pick you up and carry you to the uber back to his place you’re so out of it!!

but even in the back seat, you’ve turned into such a needy little thing that you can’t stop yourself from tugging his cock out of his pants and sucking him right there in the backseat! he makes eye contact with the driver in the rear view mirror and tries to act like you’re just drunk and resting your head on his lap, but toji sees the way the driver has to adjust his pants too :p

you take his cock into your throat in the backseat and suck him like you’re thirst driven. you’re hardly aware of your own actions you’re so out of it, but all you know is that you aren’t nearly as full up of toji as you want to be. you’ve been trying to get him to take charge and just fuck you for months now!!

but toji stops you before he can cum, pulls you off him with a gentle slap to your face because he has other plans on how you’ll take his cum tonight. he kisses your lips, tastes his precum smeared across them like lip gloss, and the last thing you remember is the uber pulling up to his place…..

n you wake up the next morning with a pounding headache, a dry mouth and your whole body aching like you’ve just ran a marathon :(( you’re in a bed you don’t recognise and you’re so wet between your legs that you think you’ve started your period until you dip your fingers down to check and pull them back covered in cum!

you panic, of course, but you don’t have long to do so before toji is walking into the room with a laptop and some painkillers for you :p he gives you the pills, and then sets the laptop down on the mattress in front of you before climbing in to sit behind you, pulling you so your back rests against his chest.

he ignores all your questions of what happened the night before and instead opts to play the video loading on his screen. you’re met, much to your horror and… underlying lust, with a video of yourself. splayed out over the same bed you sit on now, your legs spread and toji slotted between them. his thick cock splitting you open in mean and fast thrusts that have your back arching off the bed in such a clumsy way that there’s no doubt you’re off your mind!!

you should be horrified. you should be recoiling in disgust and fear and anger, but there’s a familiar ache between your legs that sets you on fire when toji, your assailant, snakes his hand between them and rubs at your swollen sensitive clit :((

with his free hand, he holds your chin in place… forces you to watch the video of yourself being used and reused like a mindless, fucked-dumb toy by toji. all the while he’s rubbing mean circles over your clit… building another orgasm in your tummy and laughing at the fact that you’re about to cum to something so depraved.

he times your orgasm with his in the video; making you cum allllll over his fingers as you watch him fill you up the night prior. paint your pretty walls white either his potent seed. probably breeding you out so good—what a shame you don’t remember it :(

he should do this more often :3

[dorkszn]

gif is taking me out. also, i thought the gf stuff was just rumors 😂 but im getting back into writing, im working with squid games rn but logan will be back !!

@dorkszn pookie it’s been so long,and I’m sooooooooooo hungry 🙏 please feed me with Wolverine x male reader (when you get time) nobody’s posting about my pookie anymore now that he has a gf and is getting hate…I just need something

[dorkszn]

This is on purpose I am sure of it 😫😭🤌🏻🤤🥵

[dorkszn]

I just really horny and love college saebyeok 😭 (I love you )

and i love you, random citizen 🫶🏽

[dorkszn]

the sae-byeok request i just got is frying the fuck out of me 😭 like it’s a good idea, it’s just so funny cus they’re so excited. if you see this im not shaming you!! im just rlly amused

can y’all give me some squid games request… i wanna write but i have no ideas and no motivation to write for logan

[dorkszn]

awh HELL nah 😭

THANOS

male reader, thanos being pushy, bathroom sex, i'm a heavy believer thanos loves rough sex, aphrodisiacs, reader pretends he feels nothing for thanos, reader is a Korean speaker yet race is not mentioned, italics means switching to english, homesickness, anal fingering, being forced to stay quiet, thanos has a big dick and you cant prove me wrong, im 100% sure he's experienced in every kind of sex possible, brian moser typa freak, reader isn't a virgin he just hasn't had say gex

"Ah! You're alive!" He smiled, coming to hug you tight in his arms. He took small note of how you looked at him, how happy he was even after many people had died, there was no reason to be happy.

Yet to him, there was. He was seeing you, and he was head over heels just for you. He would pull multiple things just to make sure you wouldn't be hurt in the slightest, whether it meant keeping you close to him, or having others die just to keep you by his side.

Scoffing, you shoved yourself off of him and squinted your eyes towards him. "Don't touch me. You're weird." His voice turned whiney as he did the exact opposite, throwing his body into your shoulders and hanging off of you. "Come on, this ain't primary school is it? I don't have any cooties." He shook you slightly noticing that you laughed, he swore he heard it but you shook your head and frowned— claiming you did nothing of that sort.

"He has no interest in you." Nam-gyu came up behind him, patting his arm. Thanos shook his head, "No, he does. He just doesn't know it yet." Nam-gyu gave him a weird look, looking back over at you and watching as your expression changed when you went to your own group of choice. "See that? He didn't smile at you." Thanos planted his palm on the brunettes face, ignoring him and shoving him off.

"Oh— dude!"

"Shut up." Thanos kept his eyes on you, but his words directed towards his friend. "I can tell when someone is playing hard to get, it's easy." Nam-gyu shrugged, "I can't tell."

"Well of course you can't." Nam-gyu made a noise of offense. What was that supposed to mean?

Night fell, and everyone just wanted to sleep. Needed a break, especially you. It was pathetic to you, your stomach hurt and you felt like crying every single second. You missed your mom, and you just wanted to go home. You wanted to eat at the dinner table with her again, you wanted to mess around again, and feel happy. But now you were here just because you thought this was a quick way to get money.

"Fucking scam.." you muttered, getting from your mattress to head off to the bathroom. It was quiet, the floors squeaky underneath the unbranded shoes you wore on your feet. This whole situation was unsettling.

You took a moment, splashing a bit of water on your face to clear your head.

Multiple thoughts that ran through your head had been interrupted by the door opening. "I'll be out in a minute.." thinking it was a guard, you wiped your face and got ready to leave.

"Leave? I just got here."

Oh, thanos could just hear your eyes roll before he even saw you. "Why the long face, hm?" His purple hair blurred passed you as he leaned on the sink, grabbing your hand to pull you closer to him. When you didn't pull away, he already knew he had you.

"It's none of your business." He looked up a bit, shrugging. "Good point. But I don't like that answer." God he was annoying.

A harsh breath pushed from your nostrils, taking a moment to think about what to say. You thought, and you thought, but then you thought too hard and your lip started to quiver slightly. Eyes getting watery, trying to get something out but it was silent and Thanos didn't expect this from you.

He himself stuttered a bit before he took into action, feeling your hand pull away slightly he tightened his grip and pulled you closer. The usual smug look was much more caring and considerate truly wanting to hear you out. "I'm sorry I just.." more broken sobs came out.

"I'm sick..sick, of this. I want to go home, Thanos I want to go home." From a few inches away, to hugging yourself into his chest he allowed himself to have his arms around you.

A slight smile tugged at the edge of his lips, it's not that he was going to fake comfort you because he really did feel sorry. It's just that this was his chance.

He stopped hugging you for a moment, opening his necklace, taking out an orange pill and offering it to you. "It's something that will make you feel better." He mumbled a small, "I promise." After seeing your suspicious face.

You grabbed it, observing it a bit. "Thanos. Is this a sex drug?" He eyes averted a bit, lips going into a thin line. Your face had pure disbelief, but you popped it anyways. Before he could even smile, your lips connected with his and you backed him into the stall of the pink doors.

The two of you were already hard, grinding on each other and practically swapping spit. His hands were kept on your hips, making sure you stuck to him like glue and didn't part from him.

"Oh fuck.." your voice, God he loved your voice and he needed to hear more of it. His lips came to your neck, open mouthed and sloppy and making sure marks were left for others to see that he finally had you.

Your fingers went to his hair, gripping them due to the pleasure he was bringing you. Damn he was good even if he was just dry humping you and sucking your neck. It made you think how many times he must have had sex before this as well, making you feel just a bit jealous.

You gripped tighter, pulling his head back so he could look you in your eyes. You shivered a bit feeling saliva drip down to your collar bone. Gross. "Fuck anyone after this, and I'll kill you myself." He giggled like an idiot, nodding his head. "Yes sir."

His fingers came to suck on his own fingers for a bit, while his other hand worked on pushing your pants and boxers down. "This gonna feel weird, just give it a minute." His joking tone dropped, giving you a bit of a feeling in your dick. He sounded like he wasn't high 24/7 though the two of you were high off of an aphrodisiac. It was just attractive.

His fingers prodded for a moment, before pushing in and you had instantly yelped. He pushed your head into his shoulder, shushing you. "It isn't that I care." He spoke softly into your ear, "But it would bother you if someone heard, hm?" His painted fingers moved inside of you, thrusting in and out and he knew exactly what he was doing and it had you crumbling right then and there, you were sure he was holding half your body weight up.

"Thanos, Thanos, fuck.." He himself had groaned, his own eyes rolling back hearing you moan out just for him. His fingers pulled out, making sure you kept still. "Don't move too much." Your eyebrow cocked a bit, what did he mean? He took out his own, tip red and sensitive as he messaged it up and down just a bit.

But you, your eyes were wide with surprise and almost regret. "No." He looked back up at you, "No?" But he needed a yes.. "No. No way is that gonna fit." Oh, that was it. He almost thought you were gonna leave him like this. "Oh, but please." He put your chin up, kissing at your neck again to keep you distracted.

"It's only gonna sting a little..tiny.." He pushed inside, too eager to wait it out and go inch by inch. You winced, hitting his shoulder as even more tears pricked at your eyes yet they were tears of pleasure.

"Shush, hey hey, stop moving." You whined and complained. What did he mean stop moving? This fucking hurt! But he only had so much time to prep you up.

"Slow, go slow—" "I am going slow." The feeling of his girth stretching you open was pain you never felt before, yet it felt so good at the same time. Groans turned into moans and whimpers, your harsh grip turning into soft squeezes on his clothes from each thrust he was giving you.

"Shit..so tight.." As much as he had wanted you to moan loud for him, you were getting a bit too loud yet you couldn't help it. He kept you preoccupied by kissing you, muffling your noises down just a little bit.

He was so damn close, could feel your pre on open skin and could feel himself pulsing inside of you, he was so close—

"Player 230, and 231."

[dorkszn]

can y’all give me some squid games request… i wanna write but i have no ideas and no motivation to write for logan

[dorkszn]

✧˖*°࿐ triangle guard!recruiter/gong-yoo x triangle guard reader

a silent sigh leaves you as you put your gun back in your locker and shut it. the void black number 13 on the metal staring down at you. you stare back at it through your triangle mask before turning to your left to face front.

you can feel him staring at you. you always can. his stare holds weight. he’s out of line, not in his proper place. that’s unusual. you ignore it as you and the other guards begin walking down the hallway to your rooms. you stop at the 13th door, pulling out your key and inserting it into the lock.

a muffled sound comes out of your mouth before you can realize what’s happening. you’re roughly grabbed and pushed into your room. you’re pushed against the closet and the door is kicked shut and locked.

“one.” you say as calmly as you can through your teeth as you watch him. he glances at the room’s camera before removing his mask. his hair slightly disheveled when he takes it off. unusual. he’s always pristine and perfect, in his shots, in his steps.

“thirteen,” he replies. “i couldn’t help but notice something lately. something i think we should talk about..”

you feel your heart sink slightly. you knew what he was talking about. you knew he��d noticed. “im under no obligation to confer with you.” you respond, keeping your cool but the small room almost makes tension hug you tighter.

“would you rather speak with me or the boss? which one of us do you think is more likely to kill you?” he retorts calmly, typical. you swallow silently. when you don’t answer, he reaches up to unzip your hood. you grab his wrist, stopping him. “i want you to look at me when we’re speaking.” he says as he forces the zipper down just enough for him to grab your mask.

“i am looking at you.” you say while backing away from him and pushing at his hands simultaneously. you grunt as your legs hit your bed and you fall backwards. you’re pinned when he climbs on top of you, sitting at your hips.

“one!” you groan through a heavy breath in defiance when he tears your mask off and tugs your first layer down. revealing your narrow but worried eyes. he grips your throat and forces your head straight.

“you haven’t been killing the losers.” he states with a sick grin as he forces you to stare into his eyes. sophisticated but psycho.

“what’re you talking about?” you hiss in false confusion.

“you know exactly what im talking about,” he says a little harsher, tightening his grip on you. “you’re not going soft, are you?” he asks with a tilt of his head.

“i’ve gunned down everyone of those players that i was supposed to.” you argue.

“423, 107, 124, 261,” he lists. “four pawns you looked straight in the face after they loss and let live. i’ve had to clean up your mess. you know what that means?” he questions.

you let out a shaky breath at the implication. “aww,” he coos mockingly with a fake pout. “don’t get frightened now.”

you jolt slightly when he suddenly turns serious and lean down to you. all the while his gloved hand tugs you up by your throat. “kill the losers or we’ll play our own game. and i promise you won’t win.” he threatens. “understood?” he then asks innocently.

“understood,” you mumble with you’re very little breath.

“good,” he responds with a smile. he presses his lips to yours, taking the last of your depleting breath. finally, he releases you, leaving you heaving for air. “get some rest.” he adds before standing up and exiting the room.