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UNCONSCIOUSLY SEXUAL.ᐟREADER, where you didn’t even know that most of the things you said, wore or did were kind of/very provocative. you were just… sweet, a total darling to the adults, which was why MARTHA and JONATHAN lent CLARK to help you when your house had been burgled and your parents were abroad, so they couldn’t help. Of course. your pretty little head didn’t know how a boy in your year who you’d been friends with since childhood, but you were happy to spend time with the all-american, thirsted over farm boy. He was just pretty (your brain knew better, he was hot as high hell. to the point where your panties got damp to the thought of his biceps).

CLARK was in a similar boat— he wasn’t sure how much longer he’d last— he wasn’t sweating bullets because of the heat, he was sweating due to the face that your pretty lips — shit, he hadn’t even thought that way about you before — were wrapped around your thumb after a sweet glass of lemonade, in a low-necked tank, high-cut shorts, and he was so sure that he could’ve seen baby pink lace peeking out from the waistband.

Whatever it was, it was killing him fast.

Plus, he knew those panties matched a nice lil’ bra in your room that he’d unintentionally seen when up there dropping off notes— just another thing that made his mind run circles. Like, c’mon, he knew for sure that his mom and dad taught him better than to think that way about girls who didn’t even mean to do it, his brain wired itself to think that way. Now that he mentioned it, that sounded like a really bad excuse, he just felt guilty for objectifying you.

It wasn’t just the provocative actions like bending over or accidentally saying things that sounded like they alluded to sex.

it was your big eyes. your pouty lips. your perfect legs and the swing of your perfect hips when you walked. how you were so innocent and didn’t have the foggiest clue what some guys wanted to do to your gorgeous body. your ass in the pretty skirts and shorts you liked to wear. the bows on all your clothes. How you tilted your head when you didn’t know something. The bat of your eyelashes when pleading for someone to do something for you— it almost always forced a hand.

CLARK had to remind himself to stay calm. composed. a friend—

“Clark, mmh,” oh, fuck, the pretty moan that slipped from your parted lips as your soaking pussy glided up and down his cock was intoxicating, CLARK’S head tipping back against the sofa cushions at the sound, hand smoothing up your hip, to your waist and back down over your ass and thigh. his other hand trapped your little pink panties in a tight fist, his mind subconsciously making a decision to keep it so he could use it as a poor substitute for this tight cunt, dear Lord.

He was probably going to hell for using the Lord’s name in this context.

“That’s me,” He nodded, voice cracking right before a whimper, an honest to God whimper left his mouth upon feeling your pussy clench around him and seeing how your cheeks were flushed, pretty lips in a perfect ‘o’ and how your gorgeous tits moved up and down in that tank top. Up and down, up and down— he was going to get hypnotised.

CLARK didn’t even know how he got here— his foggy memory recalling something like getting you straddling his thighs, slipping his fingers between your legs to find your perfect panties already soaked— if that’s what he did to you, who knew what else you’d do for him?

His jaw clenched, feeling rooted to the spot as his fingers dug into your ass— but it wasn’t even him moving you, you were doing it all on your own, being such a big girl and bouncing on his cock yourself, with small little whimpers every time he filled you to the brim. You were moaning about how he was “s’big” and how you were “s’full”, eyes rolled back with your fingers digging into his back and along his hair.

His head lolled forward, only to have his eyes zero in on how your pussy sucked in his cock to pair with his super hearing overwhelming him with the wet sounds and your little moans and babbling murmurs hit his ears like a freight train. He didn’t help his case, he’d begun to jerk his hips up only slightly— but to you that felt like a rough thrust that had you crying out his name. Perks of having superhuman strength, huh?

And superhuman sensitivity, any longer and he’d be in the same state as you.

“S’tight, don’t— don’tcha stop—”

Oh, too late. Guess it’s not your fault that you’re UNCONSCIOUSLY SEXUAL.

special tags 4 my clark moots: @faiszt, @blackynsupremacy, @angelbabyyy99, @svnriseblvdd if there’s anyone I forgot I apologise profusely also @cherrygirlfriend I told u about this so here’s my vision

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set of Johnny and his comments during the operation

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Cyberpunk doodles 🌃

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Little worms little brain worms (Keanu reeves characters)

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spoiler: it's not true

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Well, here he is!

I present to you Coin Flip!Johnny Silverhand, cir. 2078. Don't Fear The Reaper -> Temperance -> Revival -> PL

Notes: + He had the heart tattoo done immediately after being cleared post-revival to function on his own. + The original replica Johnny jacket was ruined during the suicide run on Arasaka Tower. + His body had been on ice since 2023 and the majority of his soft-tissued abdominal organs thawed like unblanched vegetables (read: not well, turned to mush). + About 70% of his original cyberarm has been replaced. Everything from the elbow down, plus a few components above it. He has modern touch sensors now. + "Dandelion" was one of his nicknames for V. The patch was taken from another jacket he found in a thrift shop. + The Malorian holster is composite plastic wrapped in a faux-leather skin. 10-77 (month and year of V's "death"/DFTR) has been scratched into the material.

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neighbour! clark kent x new girl! reader

SYNOPSIS: clark is invited over to help build some of your furniture, and you'll do your best to make him break

WARNINGS: very suggestive, mdni, mentions of boners, allusions to masturbation (m), clark is so down, he needs loving desperately.

part one! part two!

Clark rings your doorbell and waits for you to answer. You don’t take long to answer, which isn’t particularly helpful when Clark is still trying to mentally prepare himself for spending the day with you, because the entire way over to your house apparently wasn’t enough for it. 

You open the door, in a sports bra and gym shorts, and Clark feels like he’ll melt immediately. “Hey! Clark, I’m so glad you’re here. You’re such a lifesaver.” You pull him into the house. “You’re earlier than I thought you’d be, but that’s okay. I was going to change before you came over otherwise I’d be all sweaty and everything. I’ve been doing yoga. It’s really good for you, you know. It makes me really flexible, I can bend all sorts of ways now.” 

Clark tries not to think about the implications of that. He tried not to think about all the different ways you can bend, the way you’d bend for him, as he throws himself totally into your body and pleasure. 

“Yeah, that’s-” He clears his throat. “That’s nice.” 

“Do you want a drink? We’ve got chilled water in the fridge, soda, juice… oh, I made lemonade, if you wanted some.” 

“Uh, yeah, lemonade sounds good.” 

“Great! Let me get a glass.” You reach up into a cupboard, pushing yourself onto your toes to reach a glass, and Clark averts his gaze as the bottom of your sports bra slides up slightly with the stretch. It’s not like your back is particularly scandalous, but the presentation of bare skin on a place usually covered is difficult to handle. 

You pour a glass and hand it to him, before sticking the jug back into the fridge and reaching for a bottle. “Are you not having any?” He asks. 

“No, I’ve drunk so much lemonade, it’s practically pouring out of me at this point.” You laugh a little. 

“So, what is it you want me to do?” Clark questions. 

“I just need help putting together some furniture. It’s so much quicker having two people doing it. It’s a nightstand, a bookcase, and a vanity.” 

You take a sip of the water, and a small droplet falls through the air as you pull it away, dripping right onto your sternum. You’re looking outside when it happens, unphased by it, and Clark’s eyes track it down, down, down… as it slips into your cleavage. He imagines following the trail it leaves with his tongue, the way you’d shiver. And now he’s about ready to pop a boner over a drop of water. 

“Come upstairs.” You lead him up the stairs, along the hall, and into your room. 

Clark takes a look around as he walks in. You’ve still got boxes of things to unpack, but there’s a lot of empty space in your room where the furniture has to go. The furniture sits in boxes propped up against the wall, and you’ve already got a wardrobe and drawers for your clothes. And your underwear is on the bed. 

Your underwear is on the bed. 

Clark skips over it quite quickly, but it’s difficult to ignore. It’s a small heap of bras and panties, a mix of bright colours and neutral tones, and a lot of lace. He’s going to explode. He’s sure of it now. 

“Sorry about that, it’s just I need to reorganise the drawers to fit all of it in, and I just haven’t had the time.” 

You set your bottle on a windowsill, and begin to unpack the pieces for your nightstand, Clark’s lemonade sitting on the windowsill before he joins you on the floor. “This doesn’t look too hard,” he says, although he thinks he probably does. 

“Yeah, hopefully.” 

He’s right. The nightstand goes up quickly and easily just like he does. And then you’re moving onto the bookcase, which is also particularly easy. 

You take a break before starting on the vanity, and it’s during this that Clark becomes certain he’s close to breaking point. “Thank you so much for helping, Clark.” 

“Yeah, of course, any time.” 

“You’re so good, you’re always there to help if I need you. And I really did need you today.” Oh, God. “Moving in is such a nightmare. It’s so long and hard.” Your voice carries a bit of a whine to it, which Clark doesn’t know is on purpose, but it wrecks him. You don’t seem to realise the double entendre in your words, but Clark definitely does. Surely you can’t know what the implications are, you don’t really mean these things. 

The vanity goes up after, and you’re very happy for everything to be finished, especially so quickly. 

“We did it!” You celebrate. “You’re so fast, Clark. And so helpful. Once again, you know, anything I can do to pay you back or help you out, I’ll do it. Just tell me.” 

“No, it’s all good. You’re okay.” 

“Please, Clark, let me know what I can do for you. Promise I’ll help out.” 

He nods a little. “I’ll think of something.” 

You reach up to hug him, grinning. 

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It's not until later, when Clark is gasping and whining out your name and the post-nut clarity hits, that the guilt begins to settle in. Clark feels terrible. You're his friend, his neighbour. You need his help, and here he is, falling apart at the thought of you. And you can't know how your words are affecting him. In fact, he's not sure that you know at all what you're insinuating, not when you do it so often and when you seem none the wiser. 

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neighbour! clark kent x new girl! reader

the highly requested expansion on this post, in which your neighbour clark kent is so helpful, and so adorably awkward that you can't help but tease him.

mildly suggestive, mdni

part one! part two!

Your parents decided to move out of the city to this small, unknown farming town for whatever reason. You're in a new place, no friends, nothing to do. Then your mother sends you to pick up a food order from a nearby farm. Thinking about Mrs Kent calling for her son Clark to come help you with all these heavy boxes and bags and this gorgeous 6-foot-something boy comes out all tall and muscular with the sweetest smile. He's in that tight white t-shirt and jeans with a belt combo, tied together with that boyish charm that has you nearly swooning as he comes over. 

“Hey, mom.” 

“Can you help carry all of this? I don't want her struggling all the way home.” 

You think that a long walk like that with someone as pretty as Clark Kent might kill you. “Oh  really, Mrs Kent-” Mrs Kent gives you a look “- Martha, it's not a problem. I don't live that far, I think I can do it.” 

“No, no, I insist. Clark will help you.” 

You look to Clark and offer a smile which he returns. Oh, he's far too cute. You're pretty sure your heart is close to bursting out of your chest. Damn the Kents and their hot-as-hell farmboy son. Damn Smallville for thrusting this man upon you. Damn the powers that be for dangling him in front of you, teasing you with his existence. 

“Thank you, Martha,” you say, and she nods with a smile before heading back inside with a goodbye and a well-wish. 

Clark bends down to grab the crates, which he stacks on top of each other, ladening his arms with bags as well, leaving a very small percentage of the order to be carried by you. “Uh, I can take some of that if you-” 

“No, totally fine. It’s not that heavy.” 

Your eyebrows raise, eyes briefly flitting down to look at his biceps, now flexed and really pressing against the confines of his sleeves. Then you blink back to reality and bend down to pick up the other bags, beginning the walk with Clark at your side. 

“I’m Clark, by the way,” he introduces himself, and you give him your name. “Right, you guys just moved here from Central City?” 

“Yeah, how did you-” 

“Not much really passes for gossip around here. So, how are you liking Smallville?” 

“Oh, it’s great. Real party town. Cream corn capital of the world, I hear,” you remark sarcastically, and Clark chuckles, shaking his head. “No, it’s definitely a change of pace. Not exactly a totally welcome one, but I don’t think it can get much worse.” 

“Are you not settling in?” 

“Oh, I’m settled. Totally. Just that it’s not really easy being in a new place and knowing nobody.” 

“Well, now you’ve got me.” 

“Oh, do I now?” 

“Yeah.” 

“I could be a horrible person, Clark. You can’t just go around letting total strangers into your life like this.” 

He shrugs. “You know, I think it’d be a little more obvious if you were evil.” 

You hold up a finger. “I didn’t say evil, just horrible.” 

“Well, I don’t think you’re horrible either. I’d like to think I have a pretty good sense for these things.” 

“Yeah, well. You can never be too careful around complete strangers.” 

“I’m pretty sure I could handle myself if you turned out to be a serial killer or a bandit or something,” Clark says. 

You eye his physique again. “Yeah, probably. I mean, what do you bench, a tractor?” Clark laughs a little awkwardly, and you feel yourself turning hot with embarrassment. “Sorry. I wasn’t - I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, and I wasn’t checking you out or anything. It’s just that you’re very noticeably strong.” 

He gives another one of those charming smiles. “Don’t worry, you’re okay.” 

Somehow, it seems Clark is more embarrassed by the situation than you are. 

And when you finally reach your house, and Clark helps carry everything inside, you decide to test something. 

You’re putting away something in a low cupboard, bending at the waist, ass right in front of him, and when you stand straight and turn around, Clark has turned a bright shade of red and avoids eye contact as best as possible. 

And before he leaves, you voice your gratitude, going above and beyond to tell him that you’re so grateful for him being there to help. “Thank you so much, Clark. You were so helpful. Just let me know how I can return the favour, I’ll help any way I can.” 

And then you’re giving him a hug, a kiss on the cheek, and a happy goodbye, watching him leave with empty crates and a blush on his cheeks. He’s far too cute. 

You like Clark Kent. Not just because of his smile or his biceps or eyes or hair. Because he’s kind, funny, and oh so helpful. It doesn’t hurt that you also like how he turns red. 

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hc's - neighbour! clark kent x new girl!reader

mdni, suggestive content

neighbour! clark kent who you meet when you go to pick up a food order your mother placed at the kents' farm 

neighbour! clark kent who comes out when his mother calls him to help, in that tight white t-shirt, the jeans that are held up by that leather belt, hair messy and smile gorgeous 

neighbour! clark kent who helps you carry everything back to yours (he carries most of it and you’ve just got a couple of bags) 

neighbour! clark kent who’s always there to help when you need him (and god you do) 

neighbour! clark kent who helps when you have car trouble, and even offers you a ride (not the kind you really want) 

neighbour! clark kent who seems totally oblivious to all your very obvious signal 

neighbour! clark kent who’s standing there not even looking as you’re walking around in little shorts and a tank top, one you specifically picked because it gives him prime view of your tits 

neighbour! clark kent who doesn’t acknowledge the subtle innuendos you slip in to conversation 

neighbour! clark kent who’s actually very aware of your tits in that tank top but is far too polite to look (obviously, at least), who doesn’t want to objectify you or think of you that way (you’re literally begging him to think of you that way) 

neighbour! clark kent who picks up on all the innuendos and double-meanings of your words - he’s stupid, not dumb, but the poor guy’s just too awkward, and he doesn’t think you mean them like that, he just thinks you make poor word choices

neighbour! clark kent who’s gonna need a much more obvious clue (as though you haven’t been obvious enough) 

neighbour! clark kent who’s just so helpful, and you’re willing to test how helpful he really is 

i've got something longer planned out for this (possibly a series) if that's desired

edit: expansion can be found here

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AARON TAYLOR-JOHNSON

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*slides in with rose in hand and careless whisper playing from a shitty speaker*

Hello there, my fine friend

May I request either of the winchester boys proposing to reader?

Tysm and love your blog <33

𓍯𓂃 the proposal,

summary. the winchester boys proposing to you.

pairing. dean winchester x reader ; sam winchester x reader

wordcount. 538 ; 469

notes. different scenarios that i feel like suit both boys. thank you for requesting honeypie 🩷

The air is thick with the scent of smoke and sulfur as you collapse against a tree, your chest heaving from the adrenaline crash. The hunt had been rough—brutal, even. The wendigo had been faster and smarter than expected, and you’re pretty sure you’ll feel the bruises from this fight for weeks.

Dean staggers over, shotgun slung over his shoulder, his face streaked with dirt and blood. Despite the cuts and exhaustion etched into his features, his green eyes are blazing with something you can’t quite place.

“You okay?” he asks, dropping to a crouch in front of you. His hands reach out instinctively, checking for injuries even though he knows you’ll protest.

“I’m fine,” you manage, though your voice is shaky. “Nothing a hot shower and a week of sleep won’t fix.”

He huffs a laugh, but it’s strained. His hands linger on your shoulders, his thumbs brushing against the curve of your collarbone as he stares at you. There’s a tension in his gaze, a weight that makes your heart skip a beat.

“What?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

For a moment, he doesn’t respond, just keeps looking at you like he’s memorizing every detail. Then he shakes his head, muttering under his breath, “Screw it.”

Before you can ask what he means, he shifts back on his heels and reaches into his jacket pocket. Your breath catches as he pulls out a small, battered box, its edges worn as though it’s been carried through hell and back.

“Dean…”

He flips the box open, revealing a simple gold ring. The sight of it makes your heart pound, the world narrowing down to just him and the unspoken words in his eyes.

“Tonight… That thing could’ve killed you,” he says, his voice rough with emotion. “Hell, it could’ve killed both of us. And all I could think about was how I can’t—how I won’t—go another damn day without telling you how much you mean to me.”

You can feel tears stinging your eyes, but you don’t dare interrupt him.

“I’ve spent my whole life running from this kind of thing,” he continues, his voice softening. “But with you? It’s different. You make everything worth it, even the crap we deal with on a daily basis. You keep me grounded. You keep me… sane.”

He exhales, his hands trembling slightly as he holds the ring up. “So, I’m just gonna say it. Marry me. Not because we almost died tonight, but because I want to spend the rest of my life with you. However long that is.”

Your throat feels tight as you nod, a tear slipping down your cheek. “Yes,” you whisper, your voice breaking. “Of course, yes.”

Dean’s grin is instant and brilliant, the kind of smile that could light up the darkest of nights. He slips the ring onto your finger, his touch steady despite the chaos of the moment.

And then he kisses you, fierce and desperate, like he’s trying to pour every ounce of his love into that single moment.

When you pull back, the world feels a little brighter.

“Guess we’ve got a wedding to plan,” he says, his grin turning mischievous. “Think Bobby’ll walk you down the aisle?”

The evening is quiet, the kind of stillness that only the bunker can provide. You’re curled up on the couch, a blanket draped over your legs, reading one of Sam’s books. It’s one of his favorites, and though you’d teased him about its thickness when he handed it to you, you’ve found yourself completely immersed.

Sam walks into the room, his footsteps soft but deliberate. You glance up and smile when you see him, his hair slightly messy, and his flannel sleeves rolled up.

“Hey,” you say, setting the book down. “Done with your research?”

“For now,” he replies, his voice warm. “I thought I’d take a break.”

He sits next to you, close enough that your knees brush, and the familiar comfort of his presence makes your heart flutter. But there’s something different about him tonight—an energy in the way he looks at you, like he’s holding onto a secret.

You tilt your head, studying him. “What’s on your mind?”

He hesitates, a rare flicker of nerves crossing his face. Then he smiles, that shy, lopsided grin that you’ve always adored.

“There’s something I’ve been meaning to talk to you about,” he begins, his voice soft but steady.

Your curiosity piques as he reaches into his pocket, pulling out a small, velvet box. Your breath catches, and the world seems to slow down.

“Sam…” you whisper, your eyes widening.

He opens the box, revealing a simple but beautiful ring. The silver band gleams under the warm light, and the small diamond catches your eye, understated yet perfect—just like him.

“I’ve been thinking about this for a while,” he says, his hazel eyes locking with yours. “I never thought I’d get to have this, you know? A life where I could even imagine settling down. But then you came along, and everything changed.”

Tears prick your eyes as his words sink in.

“You’ve been my partner in everything—research, hunts, life. You’ve made me laugh when I didn’t think I could, and you’ve been there when everything felt like it was falling apart. I can’t imagine doing any of this without you.”

He takes a deep breath, his hands steady despite the emotion in his voice. “So, I guess what I’m trying to say is… Will you marry me?”

You blink back tears, your heart full to bursting. “Yes,” you say, your voice trembling but sure. “Of course, yes.”

His smile is blinding as he slips the ring onto your finger, his hands warm and gentle. The fit is perfect, just like everything about this moment.

Before you can say anything else, he cups your face and kisses you, his lips soft and full of love. When he pulls back, his forehead rests against yours, and his eyes shine with happiness.

“I love you,” he murmurs.

“I love you, too,”

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Bite-Sized Betrayal

Summary: When Logan realizes your blowjob is too good to be a “first-timer” move, he launches a full-blown “detective mission,” trying to uncover the truth of your “so-called innocence.”

Pairing            : Logan Howlett x Gf!Human-reader

Note                : Fluff, suggestive themes

Logan’s jealousy is always kinda… cute. For a guy who’s survived literal wars, he’s got no clue how to handle feelings that aren’t anger or fighting. And now? Oh, you had him in a real mood.

It all started when you decided to surprise him with a little something extra. Y’know, testing out that thing you read about online. A blowjob. Logan being your first—and let’s be real, only—boyfriend, you thought you were doing okay. More than okay, apparently, because halfway through, he completely froze.

“Whoa, whoa, babe,” Logan said, pulling back with a hand on your shoulder, eyes narrowed. “That was a little too good.”

You sat there, blinking up at him, wondering what the hell he was talking about. “Uh… thanks?”

But he wasn’t letting it go. The Wolverine squinted at you like he was analyzing every moment of your past life. “No way you’re that good at this without practice.”

Now, let’s be real here—you know Logan. He’s got this whole rough-and-tough exterior, but the second something doesn’t fit into his perfectly controlled world, he turns into a paranoid mess. And today? That paranoia was locked and loaded.

“Logan…” You started to say, but the man was already up, pacing like he was solving some kinda murder mystery. He ran his hands through his wild hair, muttering something under his breath.

“Who was it?” he suddenly growled, turning to face you like you had just admitted to world domination.

“Who was what?” You blinked, trying so hard not to laugh.

“The guy,” he said, jabbing a finger in your direction. “Who taught ya? Some douchebag in college? Or maybe that asshole at the bar last month—you did talk to him for a bit.”

Now, it’s one thing to have your tough boyfriend jealous, but this? This was next-level ridiculous. You sat back, biting your lip to stop yourself from bursting into laughter. “Logan, babe, what are you talking about? You’re literally my first.”

He narrowed his eyes, clearly not buying it. “Don’t gimme that, darlin’. No one’s that good the first time.” He crossed his arms like he was about to grill you with hard evidence. “I’ve been around the block, ya know.”

You couldn’t hold it in anymore. The laughter came out before you could stop it, making Logan scowl even harder.

“This isn’t funny,” he snapped, pacing again. “I’m serious. I’m startin’ to think you’re hidin’ somethin’.”

“Logan, for the love of—” You wiped away the tears of laughter, finally getting up to stand in front of him. “I’m not hiding anything! You’re my first boyfriend. You know that.”

“Yeah, but that move—” He pointed vaguely toward the couch, still frowning. “That was some professional-level shit.”

You couldn’t stop giggling, and it only made him more irritated. He ran his hand down his face and groaned. “Alright, tell me the truth. You’ve been Googlin’ this stuff, haven’t ya?”

You almost doubled over. “You think I Googled how to give you a blowjob?!”

“Well, I don’t know!” Logan growled, frustration dripping from his voice. “Maybe you did. I’m just sayin’… that was too good to be natural.”

“Logan,” you said through fits of giggles, “I’m not some secret blowjob expert, okay? Maybe I’m just, I don’t know, naturally talented?”

He raised an eyebrow, clearly still unconvinced. “Nah. Somethin’ doesn’t add up here.”

You threw your hands up, finally losing your patience. “Okay, so what are you gonna do, Sherlock? You gonna interrogate every guy I’ve ever spoken to? ‘Hey, did she happen to give you a blowjob once upon a time?’”

Logan actually looked like he was considering it for a second, and you lost it all over again. This man, this absolute idiot, was serious.

He huffed, crossing his arms again like he’d already decided on his next move. “Look, babe, I just don’t like not knowin’ things, alright?”

“Oh my God, you’re jealous because I’m good at blowjobs. That’s what this is about.”

Logan’s cheeks actually flushed. He muttered something about it “not being like that,” but you knew better. This was the same guy who once picked a fight with someone for glancing at you in a diner. Of course, he was jealous.

Finally, after what felt like forever, Logan sighed. “Alright, fine. Maybe I’m a little jealous. I just… don’t want anyone else takin’ credit for somethin’ we’re supposed to figure out together.”

You couldn’t help but grin. “You mean you don’t want anyone else getting the benefits of my natural talent?”

Logan shot you a look but didn’t say anything, clearly trying to figure out how to navigate this weird conversation. Finally, he huffed again. “Alright, fine. But for the record… there’s a right way to do it, and I could show ya.”

You raised an eyebrow, biting back more laughter. “Oh, you’re gonna give me a lesson now?”

He nodded, dead serious. “Damn straight. Been around long enough to know what works and what don’t. Consider it… proper education.”

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girl i love your text aus so much!! can u do something like patrick x reader and they match each others freak?

they match each others freaks so hard 😭😭😭

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Thinking about Logan with a reader who teaches the youngest mutants at the school. I’m talking about kindergarteners, so if you don't like kids, click off now. This is also purely self indulgent because I teach kindergarten

Anyways can you imagine his reaction when he first meets you? Sweet little thing, bright eyed, wide smile, with brightly patterned dresses and tops and skirts? He wants to ruin you. 

And don't get me started on how he feels when he SEES you interacting with your students. He’s so far gone it isn’t even funny. Seeing you deal with scraped knees, kissing them better, playing with the kids, running from them in some silly game, laughing, cheeks flushed and what the HELL is wrong with him? He’s the big bad Wolverine, but you, with your bright smiles and hopeful eyes and soft, calming voice, have him weak in the knees. 

Plus his breeding kink goes into overdrive, imagining how good you’d look with HIS kid in your arms specifically. 

But holy shit, when you two have been dating a while and you let him sit in on your classes this man is the biggest teddy bear you’ll ever see. Patiently colouring with one kid, while another naps in his lap. Your ovaries will explode, You will get baby fever, There is no escape. 

And the kids LOVE him, asking when Mr Logan is coming back, if he’ll take them on a ride on his motorcycle, if he can come again tomorrow. 

He’ll walk you to your classroom door, press a soft kiss to your mouth (ignoring the EWWW’s from any early students) and leave you with a see you later.

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Blush Bomb

Serving confidence, rosy vibes, and a whole lotta attitude, cause queen never cry! 💅✨

Inspired by "The Ki Sisters"...

5 items included, coming in various colors!

Enjoy!!

🩷DOWNLOAD (Public 11/Feb/25) 🩷

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ELEGANCE SET - Eliza

Please read my TOU before download.

New mesh

Base game compatible

24 EA colours

Hat compatible

All LODs

Custom Thumbnail

DOWNLOAD (Patreon Early Access) free on February 8