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[justevelynnnn]

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[justevelynnnn]

Guys, I’m going through a weird phase of being sex repulsed again😭 so like after seeing Deadpool 3 I became this whole different version of myself and all I wanted to read and think abt wolverine smut but lately i don’t know man. I just can’t. It’s not the same. I look back and I’m just like, who is this girl? I know some of my best hits on here were smut but right now I just can’t seem to like it… So I might take a break from smut writing for awhile.

[justevelynnnn]

Omg😳😳😳🫣❤️❤️

Pairing: Kurt Wagner x f!reader

Warning: unprotected p in v sex, mating press, slight breeding kink, pussy drunk Kurt, mild possessiveness, pwp

Word count: ~1.3k

Tears pricked the corner of your eyes and the springs of your poor mattress creaked beneath your back each time the joint weight of your bodies sunk down into the rumpled sheets. The salacious mewls of your own voice rang in your ear together with slurring words in a language you did not understand rumbling against your skin in between his near animalistic grunts.

"Kurt— hmph! Oh, oh, right there—"

When you think about taking intimacy with Kurt to the next stage, you had guessed mutually respectful making out, second base at a god-respecting distance, and maybe some biblical approved (post-marital) missionary at its furthest.

Whatever expectation you had in mind, it was not this.

He was not the most muscular mutant on the team by far, but even his lean muscles could keep you trapped under him with his entire weight flushed against yours. Your vision fogged over each time his cock hilted in you, slamming hard and deep at a merciless pace. The stiff tip of his length rubbed against your sensitive walls and his grip on your thigh deepened every time you squeezed around him as if you were still begging for more.

Being with Kurt was a dream come true. He was charming, chivalrous, well-mannered without being dull. Even his touch on your skin when you pulled him into your room and locked the door behind you was gentle, his glowing eyes on you constantly as his hand inched higher and higher into your shirt like he was ready to back away the moment you showed any hint of regret. But you were determined to show him how badly you wanted him after waiting for so long. His back stiffened when the tip of his finger reached the underside of your chest and you arched your back into his touch, gripping him by the wrist and slipping his hand under your bra.

His groping became more certain at your clear indication of eagerness before clothes were scattered on the floor while you stumbled your way to the bed, the soft kisses and kitten licks turning into kiss marks at the side of your neck and canines dragging along your skin. You gasped when he finally entered you, your arousal running down your quivering legs when he bottomed out of you the first time, his head throwing back as a silent sigh left his lips.

You were warm around him and you made the most delectable sounds every time he pushed into you that he couldn't help but crave more, more, more.

Your legs hooking around his waist was not enough, he needed to be closer to you, needed to be deeper in you. Your pussy fluttered around the sudden emptiness when he pulled out of you, the swollen tip of his erection dripping in pre. Your tongue darted out to wet your lips when your handsome lover fisted his cock, spreading the white bead all over your lower lips as he dragged his length along your needy sex.

He took you by surprise when his hand first found the underside of your thigh, pushing it up until your knee could almost touch your chest.

Your hand went to grip the sheets when he buried his entire length in you without warning, his pelvis now snug against the backside of your hips as he kept your leg in place. You tried to dig your nails into the bed for leverage as his pace picked up but he was faster, his free hand shooting up to intertwine with your fingers in a firm grasp before pinning it above your head.

Arching uncontrollably at this new angle he was fucking you in, the shocking waves of pleasure were too much to withhold. Your body grew hotter and hotter by the second and you tried to push yourself away from the mind-numbing sensation. But drunk in the ecstasy of your proximity and his primal instinct kicking in, his tail found your ankle before his mind even knew it when you dug your heel trying to scramble away. You couldn't help but whimper at the dominance of the act, the near possessive coil around your ankle making you feel as if you were in heat, craving to be filled and claimed by the only one who could make you feel so good.

His lips found yours hungrily as he leaned his weight against you, swallowing the sinful moan that ripped from the back of your throat when he hit the spongey spot deep inside you. Both of your legs bent and pressed against your body in the perfect position for him to ram into you, his hand squeezing yours each time he thrust.

"Schatz, mein schatz," wet, hot breath trailed at the side of your exposed neck as you made out the little you could understand from the drunken syllables strung together by his lust, "so beautiful, and all mine—"

His name rolled off your tongue like a mantra, your only hand that he had not pinned down clinging desperately to his shoulder for leverage.

A possessive tick that would have scared him had he been in a clear state of mine overtook his reason and as you stared at him all lust-filled and glossy-eyed, a sudden anger rose at the pit of his stomach as his core tightened. Fresh marks were forming on your skin and it was certain that evidence of his passion would adorn your skin all over from how hard he was holding onto you.

But it did not seem to be enough.

The idea, no matter how faint and impossible it was, that someone else could have what was his and his alone made his blood boil.

"Gonna fill you up, liebling," you could only nod weakly in response with how good he was fucking you, his grunts snarly in your ear and dripping in want, "fill you up nice and full so you could feel it for days."

"Yes, yes please," his words were lost on you but god, would you say yes to anything he said as long as he kept doing what he was doing, "I'm yours, all yours!"

He moaned loudly at the thought, such a pretty noise coming from his lips as his cock ravished your abused hole. Bodies melt into one under the joint heat radiating off your skin, the soft fuzz of his fur sending tingles along your skin each time his body surged against yours.

Toe-curling rushes of euphoria washed over your body as he stilled inside of you, your walls clenching and spasming around him as you rode out your orgasm. Warmth flushed your senses as he came inside of you, hot desire pumping deep inside you like he promised. You returned gladly when he leaned down to kiss you while the last of his seed painted your insides. "I love you, I love you I love you I love you..." his voice cracking at the end of each word in a sudden moment of vulnerability, almost like he was on the verge of tears from the emotion and sensation filled high.

Kurt's body crashed into yours and his grip on you loosened as he opted to hold you against his chest inside. Burying your face into the crook of his neck, his scent soothing you as your bodies stayed connected. Still sensitive, you sighed weakly in contentment when he grew limp inside of you, his release threatening to leak out of you as your walls fluttered.

"I love you."

You heard his loving declaration from the back of his chest, his voice soft as his breathing slowly steadied.

You smiled, closing your eyes so that all you could feel was him, "I love you too."

[justevelynnnn]

Hi, sorry to disturb you. I don't know if you take requests, but if you do. Can you do a part 2 to Mr. Scott Summers plz. Hope you're having a good day or night and happy holidays

🤍 Thank you for asking, and you’re not disturbing! I actually like getting requests because my ideas run thin a lot of the time…

🤍 Mr. Scott Summers pt. 2 🤍

Summary: You’re confronted about the note you passed in class…

Warnings: A bit suggestive in the middle but that’s all

A/N: This is a bit short because i don’t really know where to go with this story. Sorry 😭 There’s a direction I wanna take that I’m a bit nervous about, but if a third part is requested I might do it. I also wrote this in one sitting.

Part one here 🤍

When the class ended, you stayed behind like you were told. No running now. The girl you passed the note to got a quick talking to at the door by Mr. Scott. Then after she left, it was just you and him.

He cleared his throat again and motioned you to come to his desk with the “come hither” motion. You blushed wildly at this, it was ridiculous how easy it was for him to get your heart to flutter and your stomach to backflip.

You slowly approach his desk preparing for the worst. It’s probably going to be detention for a month. Maybe even a lecture about how inappropriate you were being with the note and how he’s trying to work on things with Mrs. Summers, also who you knew as the one and only Jean Gray. Maybe she was listening or watching the whole time somehow through your teacher using her telepathy? Damn, you felt so screwed right now.

“Ms. Y/n…”

His soft but strong voice causes you to look up. Your eyes met the red lenses of his glasses and though you couldn’t see his eyes, you felt his gaze. You almost felt… small.

He grabs the note and stares at it again, possibly rereading it. Then he adjusts his glasses and you swore you could see his face redden a bit.

“Can you….explain this? This note…” Scott asked.

You look at your feet now blushing. He’s just so close and his cologne, now more faint, filled your nostrils.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Summers…”, You began.

“Sorry, for what?”

Surprised, at his curious tone, like he was confused, you look up again. “For….what I wrote in the note? About you?”

“Right, about how you want to…what did you say..? “Kiss my delicious, full, rosy lips?” Hm?” He recalled and then smirked.

You freeze hearing him recite what you wrote. That smirk made it no better. You couldn’t respond because your brain literally short circuited. It’s sounds so much more lewd out loud…

“Or, what about how, “Mr. Summers ass looks so good in those khakis.” ??”.

You respond quietly still avoiding eye contact, “Um…yes..all of that..”

“I’m flattered.” He chuckled now crossing his arms…those strong, strong arms. You’re so busy admiring his forearms that you barely register his words.

Wait, did this man seriously say he’s flattered??

He laughs again to himself, unconsciously licking those full lips of his, and says really more to himself, “Jean’ll find this hilarious..”

“She’s not in your head right now…? Already?” You ask nervously.

You and some others were well aware of their telepathic connection. How, sometimes, Mr. Summers quietly talks to Jean out loud as if she’s in the room when she’s really in his head.

“No…not now at least…” Scott looks away. “We’ve been having issues.”

It was enough to stop you from pushing further, though you were still very curious what he meant. Issues… does she want nothing to do with him? Are they dine being in a relationship? You wondered about all the possibilities why Jean couldn’t stand to be in his head right now, even to just check in.

“Oh, sorry to hear that Mr. Summers…” You say quietly. You felt that was the best response.

A moment passes and he takes a breath. You’re now focused on the clock ticking on the wall and the veins in his hands, the ring on his finger and his slightly tight button down once more.

“Y/N…. You know this can’t happen again right?” Scott says quietly. There’s a serious tone to it.

You just nod and bite you lip, nervously playing with the hem of your mid-thigh length plaid skirt. Unbeknownst to you, Scott watches this.

“But, Mr. Scott..you said you were flattered..?” You give him a playful coy smile as you watch his cheeks reddening once more.

Scott couldn’t lie and say he hasn’t been feeling a certain type of way himself…it was so wrong especially with the power dynamic and how he’s been trying to make it up to Jean nowadays. Prove he’s better. But the way your innocence shines through from time to time… or how your skirts always complimented your figure. Hell, he hasn’t felt this way since Emma…

He frowns. “Um…well…it’s still a bit unprofessional…I am your teacher you know.”

You nod again.

“So, no more notes.. alright?”

“Yes..I’m sorry..”, You apologized but still with a slight smile on your face.

He lets you off with that warning only and throws away the note. You’re almost relieved of it despite still being a bit embarrassed about the whole situation.

After that day, you were more careful. You texted instead of note passing and only when Scott’s back was turned. You still would fantasize about him and his features and attributes. You’d watch the news whenever the Xmen were being interviewed or shown fighting, only caring to see Cyclops in action. He was just so fine. The way he spoke when interviewers would come to the mansion demanding answers yet again swooned you. He was so intelligent and mature. A leader.

You wish you knew how to make it stop. He was right, he’s your teacher. You felt guilty about thinking about him after the note incident. It’s just wrong.

But, if it’s so wrong why does it feel so good?

[justevelynnnn]

Hi, sorry to disturb you. I don't know if you take requests, but if you do. Can you do a part 2 to Mr. Scott Summers plz. Hope you're having a good day or night and happy holidays

🤍 Thank you for asking, and you’re not disturbing! I actually like getting requests because my ideas run thin a lot of the time…

🤍 Mr. Scott Summers pt. 2 🤍

Summary: You’re confronted about the note you passed in class…

Warnings: A bit suggestive in the middle but that’s all

A/N: This is a bit short because i don’t really know where to go with this story. Sorry 😭 There’s a direction I wanna take that I’m a bit nervous about, but if a third part is requested I might do it. I also wrote this in one sitting.

Part one here 🤍

When the class ended, you stayed behind like you were told. No running now. The girl you passed the note to got a quick talking to at the door by Mr. Scott. Then after she left, it was just you and him.

He cleared his throat again and motioned you to come to his desk with the “come hither” motion. You blushed wildly at this, it was ridiculous how easy it was for him to get your heart to flutter and your stomach to backflip.

You slowly approach his desk preparing for the worst. It’s probably going to be detention for a month. Maybe even a lecture about how inappropriate you were being with the note and how he’s trying to work on things with Mrs. Summers, also who you knew as the one and only Jean Gray. Maybe she was listening or watching the whole time somehow through your teacher using her telepathy? Damn, you felt so screwed right now.

“Ms. Y/n…”

His soft but strong voice causes you to look up. Your eyes met the red lenses of his glasses and though you couldn’t see his eyes, you felt his gaze. You almost felt… small.

He grabs the note and stares at it again, possibly rereading it. Then he adjusts his glasses and you swore you could see his face redden a bit.

“Can you….explain this? This note…” Scott asked.

You look at your feet now blushing. He’s just so close and his cologne, now more faint, filled your nostrils.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Summers…”, You began.

“Sorry, for what?”

Surprised, at his curious tone, like he was confused, you look up again. “For….what I wrote in the note? About you?”

“Right, about how you want to…what did you say..? “Kiss my delicious, full, rosy lips?” Hm?” He recalled and then smirked.

You freeze hearing him recite what you wrote. That smirk made it no better. You couldn’t respond because your brain literally short circuited. It’s sounds so much more lewd out loud…

“Or, what about how, “Mr. Summers ass looks so good in those khakis.” ??”.

You respond quietly still avoiding eye contact, “Um…yes..all of that..”

“I’m flattered.” He chuckled now crossing his arms…those strong, strong arms. You’re so busy admiring his forearms that you barely register his words.

Wait, did this man seriously say he’s flattered??

He laughs again to himself, unconsciously licking those full lips of his, and says really more to himself, “Jean’ll find this hilarious..”

“She’s not in your head right now…? Already?” You ask nervously.

You and some others were well aware of their telepathic connection. How, sometimes, Mr. Summers quietly talks to Jean out loud as if she’s in the room when she’s really in his head.

“No…not now at least…” Scott looks away. “We’ve been having issues.”

It was enough to stop you from pushing further, though you were still very curious what he meant. Issues… does she want nothing to do with him? Are they dine being in a relationship? You wondered about all the possibilities why Jean couldn’t stand to be in his head right now, even to just check in.

“Oh, sorry to hear that Mr. Summers…” You say quietly. You felt that was the best response.

A moment passes and he takes a breath. You’re now focused on the clock ticking on the wall and the veins in his hands, the ring on his finger and his slightly tight button down once more.

“Y/N…. You know this can’t happen again right?” Scott says quietly. There’s a serious tone to it.

You just nod and bite you lip, nervously playing with the hem of your mid-thigh length plaid skirt. Unbeknownst to you, Scott watches this.

“But, Mr. Scott..you said you were flattered..?” You give him a playful coy smile as you watch his cheeks reddening once more.

Scott couldn’t lie and say he hasn’t been feeling a certain type of way himself…it was so wrong especially with the power dynamic and how he’s been trying to make it up to Jean nowadays. Prove he’s better. But the way your innocence shines through from time to time… or how your skirts always complimented your figure. Hell, he hasn’t felt this way since Emma…

He frowns. “Um…well…it’s still a bit unprofessional…I am your teacher you know.”

You nod again.

“So, no more notes.. alright?”

“Yes..I’m sorry..”, You apologized but still with a slight smile on your face.

He lets you off with that warning only and throws away the note. You’re almost relieved of it despite still being a bit embarrassed about the whole situation.

After that day, you were more careful. You texted instead of note passing and only when Scott’s back was turned. You still would fantasize about him and his features and attributes. You’d watch the news whenever the Xmen were being interviewed or shown fighting, only caring to see Cyclops in action. He was just so fine. The way he spoke when interviewers would come to the mansion demanding answers yet again swooned you. He was so intelligent and mature. A leader.

You wish you knew how to make it stop. He was right, he’s your teacher. You felt guilty about thinking about him after the note incident. It’s just wrong.

But, if it’s so wrong why does it feel so good?

[justevelynnnn]

finally one where the reader is 19 🙏🏾🤭

imagine being logan’s controversially young girlfriend. like, controversially as in 19-early twenties… ugh i’m screaming MMMM

and nobody knows.

content warnings ;

size kink, age play, slight humiliation kink, praise kink, dirty talk, unprotected piv, teasing, brief mention of thigh riding, spit play also not proof read i got lazy !!! sorryyyyyyy😭

nobody knows how you show up to his room late at night in just a little nightdress, when the x-mansion’s quiet — filled only with the soft snores of students slipping out from their room… nobody knows how he’ll open the door for you and you two will be at it crazy.

he’ll take you into his bed — let you cozy up into his big arms until you’re squirming into his lap because you just can’t handle the size difference between you two.

and you were just making it so damn hard to stay rational for logan. every shift, every breath against his skin was making him want you more and more: and sometimes he’d give in, sometimes the guilt would eat at him.

“you’re a goddamn kid, baby. you don’t know what you want, let alone need.” he’d grumble, hand squeezing your soft hips again as he thought to himself that you should be with someone your age. not some old and broken man. and you were pouting at him, reminding him that you were well over the age of a ‘kid’. that small pout of yours that he thought was adorable, that soft, pretty pout, now was going to be the end of him.

“doll, you gotta just understand you’re too young for me. you need—“ he was cut off suddenly by that small body of yours against his thigh, your hips against the thick muscle, driving his mind wild. he exhaled a low groan deep in his throat, his hand gripping your waist on instinct. and this is where he knew he’d lost it.

that single roll of your hips against his thigh made him grip you tighter, his hand on your soft waist holding you down on his lap. He was trying to control himself, trying to think but you were making it damn hard when you were grinding against him like that. “jesus, darlin’..” he’d groan, voice deep and husky. “careful, don’t wanna hurt ya..”

and it was ironic, how he was worried about hurting you right now. because if he’s already that concerned with just you grinding innocently on his thigh, imagine how worried he’d be when you ride him.

as soon as your small thighs were spread on either side of his thick ones, his hands would move down to hold them — gently lifting you up so you could hover just slightly above his aching length, before slowly letting you slide down to take it.

he’d feel you trembling from the big stretch: you were just so small and delicate — and he always felt like he was definitely going to break you. he’d murmur soft little things like: “c’mon baby.. i’ve got ya, got ya right on me— that’s it.. mhm..” into your ear, big roughed up hands running through your soft pretty hair gently; tucking the loose strands behind your ear, watching your face in pleasure.

he’d keep at it like that, just letting you move your hips against him for your pleasure — milking it out of him. until he’d notice your moans turning into little whines, your eyes rolling back and fluttering shut. he knew he’d found that sweet spot when he heard you gasp out how good it was, and god was that an accomplishment for him.

“ah, yeah. there, huh? that feel good, baby girl?” he’d groan, making sure you were alright as his hands would grip your hips tighter, trying to prevent himself from throwing all his self control out the window as he started to push his hips up to meet your now sloppy little bounces. “found your spot, hm? right here?”

you’d moan incoherently at this point, nodding desperately, head lulling against his neck as you’d mumble how close you were, feeling the heat in your belly burning up more as his rough hand found the soft flesh there — grabbing at it. “close, ain’t ya, doll?” he’d pant, feeling more desperate as you’d moan his name desperate for more — your back arching and hips bucking for more.

but he couldn’t have you finish without him, no.

“not yet, baby. gotta hold it.. just gimmie a few minutes..”

he’d curse under his breath to himself as he watched your thighs tremble from the denial. god you were too damn pretty right now. his body trembled as you whimpered and whined even more. he’d then suddenly pull out, making you gasp and leaving you empty, his breathing short and heavy. however his hands quickly went to your hips to flip you over. “on your belly, baby.” he’d pant, needing you in a new position.

and holy fuck would that be the most life changing position ever.

slipping into your gorgeous pussy from behind, letting his cock stretch it to the hilt, buried so deep you felt him all tangled up in your guts with each and every thrust. the type of fuck that had your eyes rolling back in an instant and your lips parting, little whimpers and babbles spilling outta it like they were all your pretty mouth knew.

he’d grab your chin too, tease you for it, make you look at your reflection in the mirror.

“ah, such a mess. look at ya, you see yourself? gettin’ fucked stupid by me, baby?” his rough voice would ask, keeping his hand there to make sure you looked at your own fucked out reflection — and also the catch the drool that had pooled and fell from your lips.

he always loved you like this. it was when you’d get the most messy, and where he could really humiliate you — tease you — and yet even praise you, leaning down and placing little kisses all over the side of your pretty face whenever he had the heart to.

until finally, he’d let you cum.

only after you’d begged so much though your head was getting foggy, till your small body was quivering under his big one to the point that it looked like you were gonna collapse. his rough fingers would snake down and prod at your swollen clit, giving it the attention it had lacked this whole time.

“mm, i ignored her this whole time, didn’ i baby?” he’d lean closer to your ear and ask, as if he didn’t already know the answer. he just loved seeing you struggle even more to form something other than your meaningless babbles. and only when you’d manage to get something other than that, would he let you cum — letting his fingers do the work on your clit as he just kept you nice and full and satisfied, like the pretty princess you were.

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[justevelynnnn]

Okay, so ik it’s new years & I normally don’t do this but I saw this video (don’t ask me what I was doing on this site istg😭💀💀💀) and I can’t help but imagine this is how this Scott would eat it. It’s not a twitter link tho cause I quit it a few months ago so be mindful opening it 😦

you cannot tell me scott isn't a munch. i just know he eats it good 🥰

☀️ anon

🤍 He iss! i really believe so.

Especially after missions or a long day all he’d want by the end is to be between your legs for hours. He did not care if it’s messy or if his jaw got tired or how much you pulled and yanked his hair, though he secretly loved that part.

He’d lick each crevice like he was trying to memorize it. And he loves to use a finger or two and reach that one spot that got you arching like crazy while licking your sensitive clit because sometimes that would make you squirt. And god, did he love that too. And, when it did happen, it’d get all over his face and visor which he loved to lick clean with his eyes closed. He’d lick every drip that came out, wipe his lenses on the bed and put his visor back on and go right back to eating you out like it was nothing. It drove you crazy.

He doesn’t care how he gets it. You at the edge of the bed while he’s kneeling in front of you? Yup, now he can jerk off while eating you out simultaneously. You sitting on his face? Now he can blissfully and nearly suffocate under you. From the back? Perfect view…

One time he even did it in the kitchen. It was so risky but it only made him hornier. It was such a rush.

Lips numb, face red, hair messy… it was a pleasant sight to see.

By the time he’s done his face is drenched and smells slightly like …you. It’s so embarrassing if it’s the morning because even when he washes his face there’s still a faint smell and Logan will always pick it up and make some snarky comment.

“Smells like you already had breakfast, Summers…” He’d mumble not even looking up from his cup of coffee. Scott always ignored him but smiled at you, stupidly.

He’s such a munch & he just doesn’t care what anyone says about it, like at all.

[justevelynnnn]

Being Remy’s wife🃏🩶

Summary: How you ended up marrying Remy and what he’s like as a lover

Content: Fem! Reader x Gambit

Warnings: A few nsfw mentions

A/N: I just started Xmen 97 and Gambit is just..❤️❤️ Whew…i feel like i need all the xmen atp (I wrote this a month ago, then right after I watched the ep when he freaking died 💀, but rn I’m just clearing out drafts)

Not proofread

- You both were part of the team before things really took off but of course eventually Remy started to work his usual charm on you after a while

- Training with him suddenly felt more…intimate. More intense.

- He’d pin you more and flirt and at first you brushed it off, but after while it just seems like he was actually into you. Especially after you noticed how he wouldn’t flirt with just anyone anymore, just you.

- So naturally you gave him a chance and started dating him.

- He’s such a sweetheart deep down. He’s a big hugger and even bigger with compliments. This man is in love.

- Everything with him is just passionate. He’s a real gentleman.

- He’s obsessed with kissing you, touching you. His hand is always on your hip or he’s always close to you

- The second you show any sign of feeling insecure? He’s literally worshipping you. Showering you with uplifting compliments.

- After a while he proposes to you. It’s after an anniversary dinner of when you guys started dating when he tells you to look at the moon and while turned around he gets on his knee and has this beautiful ring held behind you.

- You couldn’t even worry about where he got such a ring when you turned around and saw it

- You two get married quickly after at the mansion. The main x-men were there of course and a few trusted friends. Though Xavier couldn’t walk he still wheeled you down the aisle. Remy cried. Scott also cried.

- Remy’s vows were sweet. His accent gets a bit stronger as he choked up a bit. He said how he was super lucky to have you. How he loved you and will love you forever even after death.

- The wedding overall was beautiful. Flowers that were red and black like Remy’s eyes… a tall cake with beautifully placed decorations, fairy lights that lit up the area at night…

- Of course, there was soon a honeymoon.

- Remy planned most of it. He found a beautiful island (mutant safe of course so there would be no issues) and paid (somehow) for everything. The hotel was gorgeous and he found a way to get you both one of those honeymoon suites

- We already know what happened in this room..

- Lots and lots of love making

- He’s such a romantic in and out the bed ofc he’s gonna spend most of the honeymoon doing you

- The marriage never gets boring. He keeps things interesting whether it’s a random love letter or a bouquet of flowers out of the blue.

- You two go on missions as a duo a lot. You guys are the next xmen power couple for sure.

- Though he’d get you both in trouble also.. lots of silly adventures when missions (weren’t too serious of course)

- He really loved being your husband. He’d do anything for you.

- He cooks food for you as it’s one if his love languages, he always makes your favorites

- He’s a big cuddler as well, every night he’s holding onto you tightly.

- You guys get comfortable with each other, no longer scared or nervous about being perfect around each other

- Sharing clothes became a very common thing too. Well, he really couldn’t fit anything of yours but he lent you a lot of shirts

- Random slow dances late at night

- Patiently reaching you French phrases and sayings

- This man is your dream husband even if he’s a but mischievous 🤍

[justevelynnnn]

Kiddos

[justevelynnnn]

Secret Santa w/ the X-men!

A/N: I have a lot to work on but i got this idea and i just had to get this out today😭 but Merry Christmas to anyone who celebrates and i hope y’all enjoy this!

Summary: The X-men enjoy the holidays by doing a secret santa exchange

Warnings: None!

This is also not proofread!

It was Xavier’s idea. It was a rare time of peace and he thought it would be a nice bonding activity to do. He convinced most of the team to participate. It was a week before christmas and so he just planned for everyone to do it on Christmas day (if nothing went wrong of course, some villains don’t care about christmas).

Scott found a small bowl and called everyone over to write their names on a piece of paper and put it in. He dropped a paper with his name too. Then each member took turns drawing names.

Jubilee excited volunteered to go first. She ran up to the bowl and grabbed a paper.

She squealed as she read the paper. It was Storm, a woman she looked up to greatly. “I know exactly what i’m going to get!”

Logan grumbled about this being silly after seeing her reaction and Scott just elbowed him.

Ororo decided to go next. With grace she approached the bowl and grabbed a paper.

She smiled as she read the name. “This is interesting…”, she said in response. She had chosen Scott.

Gambit volunteered to go next.

“I wonder who Gambit’s gonna pick?” He said as he drew a name. His cheeks blushed a bit as he read the name.

“Eh bien, je serai damné…” He said smiling. “What are thee odds a this?”

(Translation: Well, i’ll be damned)

Remy just chuckled as he walked away from the bowl not answering Morph or Jubliee who desperately wanted to know who he chose.

Scott decided to go next. When he read the name his eyes widened a bit behind his visor as he read the name he chose. Jubliee. As he walked back he sighed. What could he get her? He doesn’t know what teens like. Jean put a hand on his shoulder to comfort him.

Logan grumbled again and announced he was going to get it over with and walked up to the bowl himself. He quickly took out a paper. He had chosen Hank. Just great, he thought. He had zero clue what to get a blue fuzzy scientist.

Hank went next and chose Kurt.

“Well, this is certainly unexpected…! I’ll see what i can do..” Hank said folding the paper.

After that, Kurt teleported to the bowl and quickly read his paper, “I got the wolverine!”

“You’re not supposed to say who you got Kurt..” Jean giggled.

“Look, I don’t want no bibles or crosses-” Logan fiercely started but was quickly elbowed again by Scott somehow.

Before Logan could insult Scott, Jean went to the bowl and chose Morph.

Then Morph chose Jean leaving the last paper for Rogue.

“Ah can’t believe this…” Rogue said softly and blushing slightly. For a second she made eye contact with Gambit who smiled softly at her. Jean exchanged a knowing glance with Storm after noticing this.

Scott grabbed the bowl to return to the Professor and reminded the team to be ready Christmas Day if all goes according to plan. Everyone was to get one thing for each other. The team left the room murmuring about many different things. Some excited, some nervous.

The next week was filled with everyone scrambling to get gifts for each other. Scott worrying about not disappointing Jubliee, Jean struggling to find something morph would like and Hank tinkering in his lab to make something for Kurt.

Eventually, Christmas Day arrived. The mansion was now filled with paper snowflakes made by some students, Christmas lights and other festive decor. The X-men gathered in the library as it was empty some no students would be studying at this time.

“I’m so excited to see what everyone got!” Jubliee said happily setting her gift bag on the table in front of them. Kurt and Morph agreed just as happy. She wore a silly Christmas sweater and matched with Kurt.

Kurt being as excited as he was teleported with his gift in front of Logan.

“Here you go my good fellow! I hope you like it!” He smiled, golden eyes squinting.

Logan, wearing silly antlers Jubliee forced him to wear, grunted as he took the gift from Kurt. Opening it his eyes widened. “How did you- wow, Kurt…this is the best whiskey in the world! Thank you..”

Logan held up a giant bottle of whiskey. It looked expensive and fancy.

“I traveled to many places searching for only thee best! Gern geschehen!” (You’re welcome!)

Logan showed a rare genuine smile.

After this heartwarming beginning, Logan gave his gift to Hank.

“Here you go, it ain’t much but…hell knows I tried.”

Hank nodded as he opened the gift.

“Well, I’ll be!” He pulled out a dark blue blue lab coat. It was brand new with his name embroidered into it in yellow. “Thank you, Logan!”

“Don’t mention it..” Logan smiled looking away as Hank admired the coat.

Hank put down his coat to then give his gift to a surprised Kurt.

“Ah, for me? How exciting!”

Hank handed over a long box for Kurt to open. All he had to do was undo the ribbon and open the lid. When he did he gasped and delightfully exclaimed, “How beautiful!”

“What is it, Kurt?” Morph asked curiously as Jubliee strained to see over their shoulder.

“It’s a gorgeous sword!” Kurt pulled out a 3 foot long sword with beautiful swirls and a vine engraved into it. The handle was a nice blue leather and the sword was a shiny silver.

“I made it for you in my lab.. it’s nothing special but I bought it’d be a nice addition to your collection.” Hank said. Kurt immediately teleported to hug him tightly, thanking him many times.

While Kurt was still admiring his sword and thanking Kurt, Jean decided to give her gift to Morph.

“A snack basket of all my favorites? You’re too kind Jean..” Morph said smiling at her. “I guess I should give you hit gift too since I got you…”

Jean opened her gift to see a soft knitted scarf that was a nice creamy white. Her name was sewed into it as well but in a diligent cursive. “This is amazing, Morph… I didn’t even know you knew how to knit..!”

“Me neither…” Rogue said shocked.

“What? I have hobbies…” Morph playfully shrugged.

A couple of them laughed and then Scott moved to grab his gift and turned to Jubliee.

He cleared his throat and then said, “This is for you..”

“You got me! Wow!” The young girl said as she excitedly received the gift. It was neatly wrapped in wrapping paper.

She opened the gift to reveal a sequin bomber jacket. She smiled from ear to ear as she hurriedly pulled it out put it on, commenting on how sparkly it was.

“Wow, wow Scott! I love it!”

“Jean may have helped me a bit…” Scott said looking to Jean.

“So colorful and shiny, like your personality!” Kurt commented.

“I might as well go next then..” Ororo said standing up from the arm chair she was sitting in. She grabbed her gift and approached Scott.

“I didn’t expect you’d get me, Ororo..” Scott says suprised as he received the gift.

“I, too, was surprised. I even struggled with ideas. Thigh it’s simple, I hope you like what i chose.” She said motioning down into the gift bag.

Scott reached in and pulled out a framed photo of him with the team behind him. It was an old picture of a sweet moment long gone. On the back of the frame it said, “To the world’s best leader.” with each member of the team signing it.

“This is sweet, Ororo..Thank you.” Scott said grinning.

“You’re welcome, Cyclops.”

Storm was then tapped on the shoulder with Jubliee behind her who was also holding a gift.

“I got you storm! Here you go!”

Storm chuckled at her playful demeanor and gently took the gift. “Thank you, Jubliee..”

Storm unwrapped the gift to reveal an exquisite eyeshadow palette with many winter themed shades. Glittery gray to a soft white to a baby blue. All colors that matched who she was.

“It’s lovely, Jubliee.” Storm smiled as she hugged Jubliee.

“Like you, Ororo.. I tried to get something that matched your elegance!”

The team sat and admired their gifts for a while until Jean looked at a blushing Rogue and said, “Rogue? Didn’t you get a gift too?”

The room looks to a smirking Remy and Rogue now as they sat next to each other.

“Ah guess it’s our turn now, huh…”’Rogue said.

“Gambit got you something special. You should go first though.”

“Well..alright..” Rogue says as she handed Gambit a small gift.

“Well, well..what do we have here, hm?” Remy says as he unwrapped the gift. It was a deck of cards but these were special. They were personalized playing cards with the top card having his name on it.

The other mutants admired the cards silently as Gambit looked at them whistling.

“Hope you like em’..just don’t go throwing these around! They were a pretty penny!” Rogue joked.

“I won’t. I shall cherish these for as long as I live..now, you are you ready for your “gift”?” Remy said putting the cards back in the box.

Rogue didn’t answer but looked around. She didn’t see a gift anywhere. The team looked rather curious too.

“You gonna give her some air or something?” Logan said tilting his head.

“Non, Gambit has something more special in store.”

Before anyone could react, Remy leans in to kiss Rogue on the lips.

“REMY!” Rogue exclaimed blushing a deep red.

A few members gasped, a couple other looked concerned.

“Aweeee, what a sweet gift!” Jubliee said.

“Are you okay, Gambit?” Kurt asked a bit concerned, though the man just gave him a toothy smile.

“Of course, Gambits okay. I couldn’t be any better!”

“You crazy cajun! You want get sick or hurt or even worse?!” Rogue said a bit annoyed but still blushing.

“You seemed to enjoy my gift though, no?” Gambit said winking at her.

Later, he got her a real gift which was special gloves she could wear that were thinner so she could feel a closer contact and then also a card. She never revealed what was in the card when she read it but she gave Remy a big hug right after.

The x-men finished the holiday enjoying their gifts and talking amongst each other, enjoying each other’s company. The room was filled with laughter and jokes as Christmas came to an end. It was a sweet day for them all.

[justevelynnnn]

Secret Santa w/ the X-men!

A/N: I have a lot to work on but i got this idea and i just had to get this out today😭 but Merry Christmas to anyone who celebrates and i hope y’all enjoy this!

Summary: The X-men enjoy the holidays by doing a secret santa exchange

Warnings: None!

This is also not proofread!

It was Xavier’s idea. It was a rare time of peace and he thought it would be a nice bonding activity to do. He convinced most of the team to participate. It was a week before christmas and so he just planned for everyone to do it on Christmas day (if nothing went wrong of course, some villains don’t care about christmas).

Scott found a small bowl and called everyone over to write their names on a piece of paper and put it in. He dropped a paper with his name too. Then each member took turns drawing names.

Jubilee excited volunteered to go first. She ran up to the bowl and grabbed a paper.

She squealed as she read the paper. It was Storm, a woman she looked up to greatly. “I know exactly what i’m going to get!”

Logan grumbled about this being silly after seeing her reaction and Scott just elbowed him.

Ororo decided to go next. With grace she approached the bowl and grabbed a paper.

She smiled as she read the name. “This is interesting…”, she said in response. She had chosen Scott.

Gambit volunteered to go next.

“I wonder who Gambit’s gonna pick?” He said as he drew a name. His cheeks blushed a bit as he read the name.

“Eh bien, je serai damné…” He said smiling. “What are thee odds a this?”

(Translation: Well, i’ll be damned)

Remy just chuckled as he walked away from the bowl not answering Morph or Jubliee who desperately wanted to know who he chose.

Scott decided to go next. When he read the name his eyes widened a bit behind his visor as he read the name he chose. Jubliee. As he walked back he sighed. What could he get her? He doesn’t know what teens like. Jean put a hand on his shoulder to comfort him.

Logan grumbled again and announced he was going to get it over with and walked up to the bowl himself. He quickly took out a paper. He had chosen Hank. Just great, he thought. He had zero clue what to get a blue fuzzy scientist.

Hank went next and chose Kurt.

“Well, this is certainly unexpected…! I’ll see what i can do..” Hank said folding the paper.

After that, Kurt teleported to the bowl and quickly read his paper, “I got the wolverine!”

“You’re not supposed to say who you got Kurt..” Jean giggled.

“Look, I don’t want no bibles or crosses-” Logan fiercely started but was quickly elbowed again by Scott somehow.

Before Logan could insult Scott, Jean went to the bowl and chose Morph.

Then Morph chose Jean leaving the last paper for Rogue.

“Ah can’t believe this…” Rogue said softly and blushing slightly. For a second she made eye contact with Gambit who smiled softly at her. Jean exchanged a knowing glance with Storm after noticing this.

Scott grabbed the bowl to return to the Professor and reminded the team to be ready Christmas Day if all goes according to plan. Everyone was to get one thing for each other. The team left the room murmuring about many different things. Some excited, some nervous.

The next week was filled with everyone scrambling to get gifts for each other. Scott worrying about not disappointing Jubliee, Jean struggling to find something morph would like and Hank tinkering in his lab to make something for Kurt.

Eventually, Christmas Day arrived. The mansion was now filled with paper snowflakes made by some students, Christmas lights and other festive decor. The X-men gathered in the library as it was empty some no students would be studying at this time.

“I’m so excited to see what everyone got!” Jubliee said happily setting her gift bag on the table in front of them. Kurt and Morph agreed just as happy. She wore a silly Christmas sweater and matched with Kurt.

Kurt being as excited as he was teleported with his gift in front of Logan.

“Here you go my good fellow! I hope you like it!” He smiled, golden eyes squinting.

Logan, wearing silly antlers Jubliee forced him to wear, grunted as he took the gift from Kurt. Opening it his eyes widened. “How did you- wow, Kurt…this is the best whiskey in the world! Thank you..”

Logan held up a giant bottle of whiskey. It looked expensive and fancy.

“I traveled to many places searching for only thee best! Gern geschehen!” (You’re welcome!)

Logan showed a rare genuine smile.

After this heartwarming beginning, Logan gave his gift to Hank.

“Here you go, it ain’t much but…hell knows I tried.”

Hank nodded as he opened the gift.

“Well, I’ll be!” He pulled out a dark blue blue lab coat. It was brand new with his name embroidered into it in yellow. “Thank you, Logan!”

“Don’t mention it..” Logan smiled looking away as Hank admired the coat.

Hank put down his coat to then give his gift to a surprised Kurt.

“Ah, for me? How exciting!”

Hank handed over a long box for Kurt to open. All he had to do was undo the ribbon and open the lid. When he did he gasped and delightfully exclaimed, “How beautiful!”

“What is it, Kurt?” Morph asked curiously as Jubliee strained to see over their shoulder.

“It’s a gorgeous sword!” Kurt pulled out a 3 foot long sword with beautiful swirls and a vine engraved into it. The handle was a nice blue leather and the sword was a shiny silver.

“I made it for you in my lab.. it’s nothing special but I bought it’d be a nice addition to your collection.” Hank said. Kurt immediately teleported to hug him tightly, thanking him many times.

While Kurt was still admiring his sword and thanking Kurt, Jean decided to give her gift to Morph.

“A snack basket of all my favorites? You’re too kind Jean..” Morph said smiling at her. “I guess I should give you hit gift too since I got you…”

Jean opened her gift to see a soft knitted scarf that was a nice creamy white. Her name was sewed into it as well but in a diligent cursive. “This is amazing, Morph… I didn’t even know you knew how to knit..!”

“Me neither…” Rogue said shocked.

“What? I have hobbies…” Morph playfully shrugged.

A couple of them laughed and then Scott moved to grab his gift and turned to Jubliee.

He cleared his throat and then said, “This is for you..”

“You got me! Wow!” The young girl said as she excitedly received the gift. It was neatly wrapped in wrapping paper.

She opened the gift to reveal a sequin bomber jacket. She smiled from ear to ear as she hurriedly pulled it out put it on, commenting on how sparkly it was.

“Wow, wow Scott! I love it!”

“Jean may have helped me a bit…” Scott said looking to Jean.

“So colorful and shiny, like your personality!” Kurt commented.

“I might as well go next then..” Ororo said standing up from the arm chair she was sitting in. She grabbed her gift and approached Scott.

“I didn’t expect you’d get me, Ororo..” Scott says suprised as he received the gift.

“I, too, was surprised. I even struggled with ideas. Thigh it’s simple, I hope you like what i chose.” She said motioning down into the gift bag.

Scott reached in and pulled out a framed photo of him with the team behind him. It was an old picture of a sweet moment long gone. On the back of the frame it said, “To the world’s best leader.” with each member of the team signing it.

“This is sweet, Ororo..Thank you.” Scott said grinning.

“You’re welcome, Cyclops.”

Storm was then tapped on the shoulder with Jubliee behind her who was also holding a gift.

“I got you storm! Here you go!”

Storm chuckled at her playful demeanor and gently took the gift. “Thank you, Jubliee..”

Storm unwrapped the gift to reveal an exquisite eyeshadow palette with many winter themed shades. Glittery gray to a soft white to a baby blue. All colors that matched who she was.

“It’s lovely, Jubliee.” Storm smiled as she hugged Jubliee.

“Like you, Ororo.. I tried to get something that matched your elegance!”

The team sat and admired their gifts for a while until Jean looked at a blushing Rogue and said, “Rogue? Didn’t you get a gift too?”

The room looks to a smirking Remy and Rogue now as they sat next to each other.

“Ah guess it’s our turn now, huh…”’Rogue said.

“Gambit got you something special. You should go first though.”

“Well..alright..” Rogue says as she handed Gambit a small gift.

“Well, well..what do we have here, hm?” Remy says as he unwrapped the gift. It was a deck of cards but these were special. They were personalized playing cards with the top card having his name on it.

The other mutants admired the cards silently as Gambit looked at them whistling.

“Hope you like em’..just don’t go throwing these around! They were a pretty penny!” Rogue joked.

“I won’t. I shall cherish these for as long as I live..now, you are you ready for your “gift”?” Remy said putting the cards back in the box.

Rogue didn’t answer but looked around. She didn’t see a gift anywhere. The team looked rather curious too.

“You gonna give her some air or something?” Logan said tilting his head.

“Non, Gambit has something more special in store.”

Before anyone could react, Remy leans in to kiss Rogue on the lips.

“REMY!” Rogue exclaimed blushing a deep red.

A few members gasped, a couple other looked concerned.

“Aweeee, what a sweet gift!” Jubliee said.

“Are you okay, Gambit?” Kurt asked a bit concerned, though the man just gave him a toothy smile.

“Of course, Gambits okay. I couldn’t be any better!”

“You crazy cajun! You want get sick or hurt or even worse?!” Rogue said a bit annoyed but still blushing.

“You seemed to enjoy my gift though, no?” Gambit said winking at her.

Later, he got her a real gift which was special gloves she could wear that were thinner so she could feel a closer contact and then also a card. She never revealed what was in the card when she read it but she gave Remy a big hug right after.

The x-men finished the holiday enjoying their gifts and talking amongst each other, enjoying each other’s company. The room was filled with laughter and jokes as Christmas came to an end. It was a sweet day for them all.

[justevelynnnn]

i absolutely love this❤️❤️❤️❤️

saw an opportunity to draw something silly.

[justevelynnnn]

I want to be more

Summary: You work in a brothel in the early 1900s after WW1. You had few clients but just started having one regular. He was solider. You fall for him only after a few times of meeting. You soon wanted to be more than…whatever this is.

Warnings: Cussing, Reader is a woman, prostitution, smut mentioning throughout, alcohol consumption, signs of limerence, angsty ending

(this is barely proofread too)

A/N: This idea came to me out of nowhere..i’m so happy with it though. I had fun incorporating 1920s slang into this too. I think i have an idea for a part 2 but that might come later..

It was a cold winter day. Clients came in less when it was cold, not wanting to travel through the snow. Only the really, truly libidinous would come during these times. You enjoyed it. A break. But with breaks came no money being made.

The owner was generous enough to let you and a few others stay in your private rooms and live there. You’ve been here for 5 years now. A job is a job. It paid enough for you to scrape by. Not that you really enjoyed it.

You got used to it quick. At least, as used to it as you could. As one could. At first, you were a nervous, naiive olive, but now you’re a stronger, almost street smart woman. You knew how to handle yourself, how you should be treated. Men knew now to respect you. To not try and get out of paying or overstep boundaries.

You drank often to hide any pain. Forget any and all traumas. You always were tipsy if it could be helped when it was time to work. It made it…easier. Lighter.

The brothel itself was nice. Spacious. Luxurious. A blind tiger as most described it. Disguised as just a fancy bar for any authority figures who passed by.

You got paid well because of this by each client but really only ever made just enough for rent some food and maybe a dress or something else. You weren’t too popular to get many clients. Most men you had were Soldiers from the war. Occasionally, if you looked nice enough, an egg or wealthy man. Most of them were married. Older. Drunks, whether it was a secret or not.

You didn’t care for them. They didn’t care for you more. It was just business.

But there was one man who was different. One man who stood out to you. Who made you feel something other than a deep disgust.

His name was Logan Howlett.

He was young seeming, never telling his age. He just got back from the war. Obviously worn down by the trauma he possibly witnessed. Eyes told it all as well like many other soldiers. He always drank. Sometimes smoked a cigar. But always went right up to you.

At first, you almost refused him. He was dirty, and swaying around. He gave you a damp crumpled up $50 and mumbled about your hips and eyes. He smelled a bit too-

But then he pulled out another $50. You were convinced now. $100! was alot. You’d choke this encounter down too.

But he was surprisingly good. He didn’t just fuck you. No. He made love to you. He was soft. Gentle. You were almost taken aback. He treated you like glass. He actually even licked your core, something 90% of your clients ignored. Until you came 3 times you didn’t see his manhood.

He fell asleep next you, exhausted and sad. He was a sad drunk. He told you how he wanted to marry you, how he wanted to run away from everything with someone. Most men would confess things to you either before or after. But you ignored a lot because they were often drunk, like Logan.

Logan logan logan.

His first encounter with you left an impression.

A week passed and you still couldn’t get him off your mind. It was almost depressing. And just when you felt like he’d never return, he did.

He walked in, head down. Sat at the bar for an hour just drinking. And then he looked for you. You didn’t go up to him, just to see how long he’d look before he settled for another. But he never did. He keep looking. Looking and looking and walking and walking.

Then he saw you and walked up to you quickly. A hug. A drunken, messy hug and kiss.

“I never got your name, dear..” He whispered. He could barely stand.

Did you want him to have your real or work name?

“It’s y/n.” You said softly.

“y/n……… y/n…” Logan repeated slowly. “Beautiful li’you. Pretty girl…”

You could barely hear him. He had his hand in your lower back that horribly distracted you. A soft, “your mine” hold. Possessive. Different from other men.

You started to love the taste of whiskey just because you always tasted it on his lips. You started to love the faint scent on cigar on his hairy chest. Dog tags hitting you in the face has he thrusted into you. The way he held you like you’d get away. Treated you like you weren’t just a couple of wet holes but a human. A woman. Even drunk he was somewhat of a gentleman.

You wonder why he chose you. Why did ever go to you. Did he go to other brothels too? He seemed infatuated with you and you him.

You told the other women about him after the fifth time. They barely believed you. A bit of jealousy filled the air as they were rarely, if at all, treated so lovely. No, everyone was just holes. Just holes. Eye candy and holes.

The next time Logan came some women tried to climb on him. They offered him discounts. You almost wanted to fucking spit. He wasn’t yours though so why did you feel like this?

It made you damn near giddy as you watched him shoo them away like flies. Almost disgusted. Like he was some virgin waiting for marriage. Like it was almost rude for women to act like that despite where he was. The women huffed and walked away, some back to their rooms and others to other men. A couple have you a glance or so but said nothing.

You just waited for Logan to come back to you and touch you and treat you like you were more.

You felt spoiled.

He really acted like you two were going together. You began to wonder if he was courting you in some odd way.

Rumors started amongst the women who cared that you two were dating and you almost got put out. The number one rule was to never date your clients. Ever.

You assured he was just stuck on you or something and it wasn’t your fault. That he paid you the best. Out loud you say money, in your head you say attention.

He certainly becomes all you think about. Oh yes. Ohhh yes. You started noticing little details. His beard that was sometimes shaven. His hair. How it smelled. How it was the only soft thing on him. His nose. He once confessed he hated it but you loved it. He let you ride it once. Amazing experience.

And was such a sex magician. That’s how’d you describe him anyways. He was awfully skilled. You really wondered if he got practice before you. And how much?

You learned bits and pieces about him after sex. He’d lay there and talk about the war. Why he drank sometimes. How me missed his family. How he wished he was “normal”. Normal huh.

You never spoke much. You didn’t have anything but this. Your home life and childhood was rough, obviously leading you here. You had no special talents or dreams really. You recently has some interest with becoming one of those flapper women. But he was the first bit of true excitement you had in a while.

Logan stopped coming for a while. This time you were sure he wouldn’t return. The first week was horrible. You laid in bed like a rag doll as men used you, thinking about how Logan would at least butter you up before anything started. You mindlessly counted money as you wondered where Logan could be. You drank and drank to try and forget but he left such an impression on you it didn’t work.

The other women “comforted” you, but deep down we’re happy you were back to their level, with no special clients.

“You shouldn’t get so attached to the clients!”

“It was fun while it lasted huh now, sweets? Oh, i experienced the same thing.”

“An odd cat he was…maybe it’s for the best.”

You ignored it all. You didn’t care for any of that shit. Fuck it all. You just wanted him back.

Did he even care for you the way you did him? Would he even remember you? Did he? He was so drunk sometimes….you couldn’t tell if he cared at all. He remembered your name sure but that was it. You just couldn’t deny your feelings anymore.

These deep feelings.

Limerence.

There was passion that drove you crazy. You felt like you were going crazy.

Days blurred. Holidays passed. Men came and went. Take that both ways.

But this cold winter day, he returned. You were sitting on a stool, drinking again. It was just your 3rd.

You hear the door open and the little bell rang. Heavy footsteps. Leftover snow underneath crushing under boots. You turned around as you felt the presence behind you, getting ready to say your prices and hours assuming this man wanted your services.

However, you stopped mid breath as you turned and saw… “….Logan?”

He took his hat off and nodded. He quietly sat next to you and stared into your eyes. He was sober but had dark circles.

“I been busy you see..” He starts, his breath smells of straight cigar. “Th’s why i haven’t been around.”

You’re buzzed and you think you’re dreaming. You’re sure you look a mess right now.

“I missed you, Lo..” You whispered.

Logan looks away. He sighs. He says nothing for a long while. It worried you. Did you cross a boundary? Was it too far?

“That’s the issue, doll.”

Logan turns to look you in the eyes, brows furrowed. Your heart rate picks up but you felt a heartbeat elsewhere after the nickname came out his mouth. Doll..

“Wait-” You start but he puts a finger to your lips.

“You are a prostitute baby. I’m…a mess. A drunk vet. Addicted to giggle water. You don’t want me. It don’t make sense. We’ve gotten too deep into this. I come for a quick fuck and then back to reality as it should be. You don’t want this, pretty..”

You feel your heart break. You sober up a bit too.

“It don’t feel quick to me. You treat me like i’m human. You the only one.” Your voice cracks a bit. You are also a sad drunk most days so the alcohol was not helping you process this situation properly.

Logan has an unreadable look on his face. He shakes his head soon after and licks his lips. He’s thinking. Maybe you caught him off guard? The lobby was suddenly very quiet even though it’s been like that the whole time. Just you, Logan and the bartender. There was a woman in the corner but she was preoccupied with a man herself, paying no mind to you or Logan.

You want to puke.

“Logan-”

“Close your head, woman. You stuck on me or something?” He says a bit sharp.

You just nod biting your lip. Suddenly you’re drunk again. The room is spinning a bit and you couldn’t sit straight with a constant nagging to go hysterical.

“We can’t keep doing this. We just can’t.” He says not looking you in the eye anymore. “We can’t.”

“Oh, applesauce…why not?”

“Because we can’t. You listening? You must be zozzled. Listen to me, you don’t want this. I’m telling you.”

“But, i do want you. It’s all i want now. You’re all i want now. Please, Lo. Don’t leave me here.”

“Y/n…”

“I want to be more than this.” You spit out. Logan freezes. He almost looked scared for a second. A tear falls out your eye as Logan gets up swiftly after you say it.

“Goodbye, y/n.”

You say nothing. He hands you a $100 and tells you to buy something nice. You watch, sadly, as he goes out the door.

You swivel back around.

“I need everything this can buy please.” You hold up thr $100 to the bartender. He looks at you like you have two heads but starts getting many cups out.

You’re going to be drinking for days.

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real.

If Gambit doesn’t make a comeback in the following seasons of X-Men 97 I’m afraid I’ll explode like he did.

[justevelynnnn]

BOOM SHAKALAKA YES GAWD

[justevelynnnn]

Real

So what's your type?

Brunets with weird eyes... Clearly...

[justevelynnnn]

So so so real ����‼️

Random thought turned small imagine💀

Warnings: Pure NSFW (minors go away 🚫🚫)

A/N i wrote this in one sitting. I reallyyyy like dofp logan🙃 i honestly just type as i go.

just think abt dofp logan and his fat dick🤞🏾

like the first time you see it your mouth just drops. It’s more girthy than long but did that matter? Nope. Like it’s a literal thick ass sausage. And of course he knows how to use it.

You wonder where the hell he hides that thing but you also noticed he did kinda walk a bit funny. Maybe that was why.

Most girls are shocked on how thick it is so he’s used to your reaction. And when he pulls it out it’s already leaking pre-cum. Like it’s almost mesmerizing. And that vein.

You barely noticed he started slowly stroking himself to your reaction until he jokes open your mouth that’s still opened.

“Better close your mouth princess, before something flies into it…” He joked quietly.

Oh, you knew something you’d like to fly in your mouth right about now.

He bit his lip as you shifted, being jolted out your daze. You’re still wondering if that thing will even be able to fit.

You continue to stare at him as he jerked himself but also approached you. “Nervous?” He asked. You finally looked up into his eyes to see they were shining probably, not definitely, from lust. You just nod and look back down. He shifted his pants off already stepping out and motioned you to knell in front of him. A simple come hither motion.

That’s when you noticed his fingers were kinda thick too.

Fuck. You just need him really bad.

You’re already so wet from the anticipation. Now you’re face to face with this thing and you lick your lips. He’s a good, 5-6 inches. Which seemed so much more bigger because of the girth.

He moves his hand slowly from his cock and has a hand gently pushing the back of your head forward.

You carefully lick and kiss the glistening tip. There’s no taste honestly. Maybe a bit salty. You start to suck gently as you hear the man groan and quietly swear above you. As you take him more and more he starts to almost throat fuck you but he stops himself because he didn’t want to hurt you. Even if you have a good gag reflex he still takes some adjusting.

When you’re finally comfortable enough to reach the base and have your nose right up again this crotch he’s already close. He’s ready to finish. He’s more of a mess, barely behind able to stand. More vocal too.

He taps you twice to warn you but you don’t pull away. Suddenly, you taste him as he coats your mouth and throat with his cum. He grips the back of your head a bit hard as he holds you into place. When he looks down at you he sees you, mouth wide open, teasing him and smiling. The he watches you swallow.

“Damn.” Is all he can say, panting and in awe.

And fucking you is so much better. He stuffs you. It’s so so good the first few minutes especially. For both of you. You’re so tight around him and at first he thinks you’re clenching and tells you stop or he’ll cum too soon. Then you squeeze him for real and he pulls out immediately because he doesn’t really want a kid right now.

And for you, it’s like being filled up in the best way. You’re a mess only a few thrusts in. Truly addicted. Every position is wonderful.

He always came a lot too. Just spurts and spurts of white every-time. He really likes to paint your body when y’all are done. He doesn’t even care where he just likes finishing on you. Seeing you covered in him just gets him hard again most of the time and then it’s round 2 and 3 and 4…..

Either i need him really bad or i’m ovulating or both.