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hey could you please please do virginity loss with scott summers (tye sheridan) with a fixation on his lips maybe please

Scott Summers was everything you hadn’t expected—gentle, considerate, and with the most kissable lips you’d ever seen. From the moment you met him, those lips became an unshakable fixation. They were soft, perfectly shaped, and the way he bit them when he was deep in thought drove you wild.

Tonight, though, it was different. His lips were all yours.

You lay beneath him, your heart pounding as his body hovered over you, the heat between you undeniable. His lips found yours again, soft and slow, taking his time as if he had all the patience in the world. The kiss deepened, his tongue gently tracing your bottom lip before slipping inside to tangle with yours, pulling a soft moan from your throat.

"Scott," you breathed, your voice trembling slightly. It was your first time, and while the nerves fluttered in your chest, the comfort of his lips grounded you.

He pulled back, his warm breath ghosting over your cheek. His lips were swollen from the kiss, and the sight made something inside you tighten. You couldn’t look away from them, from how they glistened, still wet from the kiss you shared.

“You okay?” His voice was soft, filled with concern as his thumb brushed over your cheek.

You nodded, letting your fingers trace along his jaw before resting on his lips. "Yeah… I’m okay," you whispered, your thumb lingering there as you stared at his mouth. "I can’t stop thinking about your lips."

A small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, and he caught your hand in his, kissing your thumb softly. “My lips?” he murmured, a hint of amusement in his voice. “I didn’t know you liked them that much.”

“I do,” you admitted shyly, your cheeks flushing. “They’re just… perfect.”

Scott chuckled softly, his lips brushing against your fingertips. “Then you can have them whenever you want.”

He leaned in again, capturing your mouth in another slow, sensual kiss. You sighed into it, your body relaxing under his touch as his hand moved down to rest on your hip. His lips were everything you’d imagined—soft yet commanding, knowing exactly how to take your breath away. Every kiss he gave you made you feel cherished, like he was worshiping you with each touch of his mouth.

His other hand traced lightly up your thigh, stopping just at the edge of your underwear. “If anything feels wrong, you tell me, okay?” he whispered, his forehead resting against yours as he searched your eyes for any hesitation.

“I will,” you promised, your heart racing but not from fear—from anticipation.

Scott kissed you again, his hand slipping under the waistband of your panties, his fingers brushing lightly against your core. You gasped softly into his mouth, your hips instinctively rocking toward his touch. His fingers moved gently, exploring, learning what made you gasp and moan, but always careful, always considerate.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured between kisses, his lips now trailing down to your neck, sucking lightly on the sensitive skin there. Every movement he made was slow, deliberate, making sure you were comfortable, that you were ready.

His hand left your core long enough to tug your underwear down, and you couldn’t help but feel a little exposed. But when you looked into his eyes—those warm, loving eyes behind the red-tinted glasses—you felt nothing but safe.

“Are you sure?” he asked one more time, his lips brushing against your collarbone, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down your spine.

“Yes,” you whispered, nodding as you ran your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer. “I want this. I want you.”

Scott’s breath hitched, his hands shaking slightly as he positioned himself between your legs. He paused, looking down at you with such care, it made your heart ache. His lips hovered over yours, and you found yourself leaning up to kiss him again, needing the comfort of his mouth on yours.

“I’ll go slow,” he promised, his voice low as he lined himself up with your entrance.

The first press of him inside you was a stretch, a new sensation that made your body tense for a moment. But Scott was patient, kissing you softly, whispering reassurances against your lips. “You’re doing so good, sweetheart,” he murmured, his lips never leaving yours.

He moved slowly, inch by inch, giving you time to adjust. You focused on his mouth, on the way his lips moved against yours, and the pleasure slowly started to build. Soon, the discomfort faded, replaced by a warmth that spread through your body.

“Scott,” you moaned softly, your hands gripping his shoulders as he began to move, his thrusts slow and gentle. His lips found yours again, his mouth pressing against you in a kiss so tender, it brought tears to your eyes.

“You’re perfect,” he whispered between kisses, his voice shaky as he tried to hold himself back. “You feel so good, baby. So fucking good.”

The pleasure built with each movement, and soon, you were matching his rhythm, your hips moving in sync with his. His kisses grew more desperate, more passionate, and you could feel the tension in his body as he tried to hold back, to make sure you were okay.

But you didn’t want him to hold back. You wanted all of him.

“Scott,” you gasped, your lips brushing against his as your hands tangled in his hair. “Please… I want more.”

He groaned softly, his lips trailing down to your neck as his hips moved a little faster, the friction between you intensifying. The way his lips felt against your skin, the way he whispered your name—it was overwhelming in the best way.

You could feel your release building, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter inside you. Scott’s lips found yours again, his tongue slipping into your mouth as his thrusts became more urgent, more needy.

“I’m close,” he breathed, his lips brushing against yours as his hands gripped your hips, pulling you closer to him. “Come with me, baby.”

And with one more deep thrust, the pleasure washed over you in waves, your body shaking as you cried out his name. Scott wasn’t far behind, his lips crashing into yours as he reached his own release, groaning into your mouth as he spilled inside you.

For a moment, everything was still, the only sound in the room your mingled breathing.

Scott collapsed beside you, pulling you into his arms as he kissed your forehead softly. “You okay?” he asked, his lips brushing against your temple.

You smiled, your body still trembling slightly as you snuggled closer to him. “More than okay,” you whispered, your fingers tracing over his lips again. “You… you were perfect.”

Scott chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to your fingertips. “So were you,” he murmured, his voice filled with love. “I’m never letting you go.”

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my personality when it's cold outside

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Kintober day 8: Intox

Recently just been reallyyyy into the idea of getting my cute little pet all fuzzy headed and high. Sitting them on my lap while we watch a movie, maybe at one point giving them a little snack, a little doggie treat, for always being such a good sweet pup. Giving it to them directly in their mouth, and keeping my fingers in their mouth after they swallow it, have them keep resting on me until their whole entire body feels all fuzzy, all soft and needy as they realize they're sucking and drooling on my fingers.

I want to slowly grope them all over, squeeze and grip on their soft tits, rub their tummy and gently scratch my nails along their hips down to their plush soft thighs. Each movement breaking them down even more until they're moaning and babbling with the lightest of touch, completely empty headed for me and slowly grinding on my cock

Barely able to even form out words to tell me what they want, just whining so sweetly like a cute puppy should. Want to pull on their collar, get them even blushier as I see how they cutely paw at my chest and the top of my shorts

Gently whispering,"what's that pup? Seems you're all worked up now hmm? Seems you want a different kind of treat now... maybe you wanna bounce on your favorite toy~? Come on honey, show me exactly what you want~" as I pull my throbbing cock out and see how they cutely drool with need~ ♡

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think I just need to get eaten out by a guy who’s absolutely obsessed with how I taste and maybe I’ll be fine

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logans puppy

kinktober 2024

day 3: pet play

logan howlett x reader

a/n: sorry i skipped day 2, when i have free time im gonna write it :)

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“Oh look at how perfect you look, doll.” Logan tightened the collar and turned you to face the mirror and look at yourself. He had just bought you a brand new collar with a little tag that read daddy’s puppy. Not only did you love the ownership that he had over you, but wearing a collar gave him something else to hold on to while he throws you around.

Speaking of, he grabbed the hoop of the collar and shoved you down to your hands and knees. “Stay,” he muttered as he took a few steps back. Lagan snapped his fingers and you crawled towards him on all fours. “Atta girl, such a good puppy.”

You relaxed back onto your knees and rubbed your face against his clothed dick with his hand entangled in your hair. You could hear the slight rattle of the collar as he made a mess of your hair, “you gonna keep being a good pup for me?” Logan asked as he started to undo his belt and lower his pants. “Mhm,” you looked up at him with wide eyes while he slapped his dick on your face. You were practically drooling at the way he was treating you, so well yet so dehumanizing.

“Open.” You stuck your tongue out and he spit on it and quickly shoved his cock down your throat. His hold on your hair became tighter as he used your throat at the pace he wanted. You were making a mess of yourself, drool spilling everywhere. His free hand went to wipe it up and spread it across your face. “Dirty fucking slut, that’s it.”

Logan pressed your face as far as he could onto his dick and groaned at the feeling of you gagging and coughing around him. Your arms were hitting his thighs as he came down your throat, not letting you up for air until he was finished.

Finally he let you breathe and made you stick out your tongue to show him you swallowed.

“I trained my puppy so well.”

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i need my pussy ate chat

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SEVEN DAYS

x2!logan howlett x fem!reader

cw: desperate!logan, eating reader out, fingering, squirting?

masterlist

the mission was only supposed to last for two days. forty-eight hours and he would return home to you. instead it was dragged out much longer than it needed to be.

logan wanted nothing more than to be home in your arms instead of a motel room alone, painfully hard, trying to tune out scott snore on the other side of the wall.

so, on thursday afternoon when him, scott, and storm returned to the mansion, logan wasted no time hunting you down. he could smell you the second he walked through the front door; you were in charles office. charles, hank, jean, and you were meeting to discuss a new experiment when logan bursts through the door.

"logan! pleasure for you to join us." hank announces.

your head snaps up from your scribbling to see that your lover has returned safely. he looked like a lion ready to pounce on a naivë little lamb.

"just came by to pick something up." logan answers, ignoring everyone else in the room as he made a b-line for you.

"hey, baby–"

within seconds, logan lifts you up over his shoulder and out of the leather seat. you squeal, dropping your notepad and pen. your kitten heels kick his abs as your squirm in his arms.

"logan!" you hiss, swatting his toned back as he turns around to walk out of the room, unphased. "what the hell! put me down!"

he ignores you, pulling down your dress to cover your behind from your co-workers. no one was shocked by logan's actions. the man wasn't a patient person by any means. they all watched as you left over logan's shoulder, face blushing with embarrassment.

when logan finally shut your guys bedroom door, he placed you down on the edge of your bed; yet to say a word to you. instead, he falls straight to his knees in front of you. his big callous hands, rubs the soft skin of your inner thighs, opening your legs.

logan couldn't help but moan when he saw the pretty lacy light blue panties you were wearing. you could see the neediness in his eyes as he licked his lips. before he can remove your underwear, you cradle his face in your much smaller palms.

"you alright, baby?" you ask, looking down at him.

similarly to a cat, logan rubs the scruff of his beard against your thigh, pressing his nose against the thin panties; inhaling the scent of your arousal. you run a hand through his hair, scratching his scalp softly before your fingers tugging on the kitten tuffs, making him whimper against your pussy.

"mhm..." he manages to say. "i missed you."

"aw, i missed you–"

"missed your scent, your lips, your mouth..." his words are muffled as he kisses you messily over the lace. "missed this fuckin' pussy so much."

you gasp when he pulls down the soaked material and moves back for a second to look at you. he spreads you apart with his thumbs, watching you twitch and clench at the cool air hitting your pussy. she was warm, wet, and welcoming to him. logan couldn't imagine a better way to spend the rest of his day.

"there's my favorite girl." logan smiles before spitting right on your button and latching his mouth onto you. you moan loudly as he talks to your pussy, acting as if you weren't even in the room.

"you've missed me too, huh, pretty girl?" he moans incoherently as his tongue runs over core.

it's a struggle to keep your eyes open but it was worth the sight of logan's head in between your legs. the noises he made with your slick were unbelievably lewd.

"must've missed me a lot." you giggle, trying to catch your breath as he wraps your legs around his head.

"you've got not fuckin' idea." he mumbles into your folds. spit and slick pooled onto the sheets that laid under you as logan feasted.

logan looks up at you and fears he might cum just from the image of you with your head thrown back, eyes rolled back and mouth slightly parted as you sing his praise of 'right there, logan!', 'such a good boy for me'.

the 'good boy' comment threw logan's mind into a frenzy. he needed to hear you. he needed to be surrounded by your presence. two of his fingers dip into you, fast and rough. your thighs squeeze his head, threatening to pop it right off his body.

there was no time to warn him before your high hit. logan slurped up every bit of honey you had to offer him. you reach down for the hand that wasn't busy locating your sweet spot and place it on your tit. logan could feel your heartbeat and it only sent him further on his spiral, adding a third finger and repeatedly hitting that spot that made you see fireworks.

"i c-can't, logan" you mewl, wiggling back from logan's tongue. he catches you, latching back onto your button. "it's too m-much!"

"she's takin' me just fine." his voice is muffled against you in the dirtiest way possible.

the pressure builds in your tummy. there were no words in your brain at this point, moaning and babbling about nothing.

"that's the spot, huh?" he groan, smirking up at you. logan's fingers twist up, slamming against that gummy spot deep in your walls.

the motion caused you to let out more slick than you ever had before, gushing on logan's face. you can hear him curse as he licks you clean.

“it’s only been seven days, you know?” you giggle, trying to catch your breath.

he climbs up your body to capture your lips, letting you taste yourself. you moan into his mouth, as logan grinds down on you, needing more.

“seven days too long, sweetheart.”

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a/n: just something short n sweet before i post part 2 of dad!logan x teacher!reader <3

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all you had to do was ask

kinktober 2024

day 1: handjobs

wade wilson x reader

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Wade sat on the couch watching TV as you sat on the floor between his legs. You had been teasing him for the entire movie, turning around to rub your hands up his thigh or rest your head a little too close to his dick. You knew what you wanted but you were too shy to say, so you stuck to stupid hints.

Wade on the other hand got fed up with how you were teasing him.

“Need something princess?”

You shifted to face him, eyes away from the movie and looking up. You didn’t answer, instead sliding your hands up to the button on his pants and started toying with it.

He clicked his tongue and moved your hand away with a tight grip on your wrist. “Use your words.”

Wade knew you were too shy to do anything, especially speak up about something you wanted, something you needed. It’s not like he would deny his sweet princess anything, god no. He just liked watching your face turn all red when you asked for it.

“Can I please touch you?” You buried your face into his thigh out of embarrassment.

“Oh sweetheart, you just had to ask,” he teased you, releasing the hold on your hands to grab you by the hair and pull your face up to look at him, “I’ve been eyeing your pretty little hands all night, been dyin to feel them around me pumpkin.”

You smiled at him before reaching back up to his pants button. He helped you slide them down so you could touch him easier, and boy was he right about thinking about this. He was already hard and wasted no time subtly matching the pace of your hand. He’d never directly admit it but you had such a hold over him. Anything you did turned him on and made him fall for you even more.

He pretended to keep his eyes focused on the movie but it was impossible to ignore the way you looked up at him, eyes wide with a shit eating grin on your face.

“That’s it baby.. fuck you’re so good at this” His hand went to his mouth to stifle his moans as he got closer.

You continued stroking him as he came all over your hand, giggling at the mess he’s made of himself. When his high was over, you licked your hands clean and sat up on the couch next to him and he kissed your head. “Thank you pumpkin, should I return the favor?”

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gonna partake in kinktober this year, (as much as i can being busy with college..) i’ll be using @absurdthirst kinktober list! posting the first one later today :)

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wailing and crying bc wade wilson has given you back to back orgasms and you can hardly get enough air in your lungs bc his cock is forcing it all out. still, you manage to croak out

“wade…! please! ah! i c-can’t—! fuck! gonna! cum!”

“well, DUH, i sure hope you are! that’s kinda the point to me doing all this, dummy! you can give me one more, can’t you? aw, honey, look at you, squeezing me like you need a hug! so cute! mmm, yeah… yeah, you can gimme one more…”

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i wanna get my tongue piercing stuck in his nipple hair so i’m latched onto his titty forever and i can just keep sucking him until he lactates

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me: “sorry ): can’t come!! got so much to do at home”

me as soon as im home:

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vent lowkey

i love self destructive behaviors!!! i love the feeling of getting worse again….

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And some Romy to finish the night.

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Mr Presisent. Another poolverine drawing has hit the blog