#I WANT HIM SO FUCKING BAD

[ultrviolecnt]

HUGH JACKMAN BEHIND THE SCENES OF XMEN ORIGINS: WOLVERINE (2009)

[that-sarcastic-writer]

Logan with a size kink. No yeah, that’s it. I mean fuck, man is 6’3 (movie anyway), you don’t think he’d go feral at your size difference? At how his cock splits you open? Or at the fact that he can feel himself when he feels on your tummy? That would drive him mad. Oh to see the outline of his thick cock appear and disappear in your stomach, he fucking gawks at it. And he knows it’s just so big, but you take it anyway, right? “I know sugar, I know, but it feels good, doesn’t?” He tells you when you whine everytime his cock first sinks into you. He makes sure you tell you how much of a good fucking girl you are for taking all of him. And don’t get me started on how he cages you in with his body. How easily he can toss you on the bed, manhandle you into whatever position he wants to take you in, never mind his enhanced strength, his size alone would give him a huge advantage. His massive arms on either side of your head and he thrusts in out of your tight cumt, his nose brushing yours. Or his arms around your neck as he puts you in a headlock as he takes you from behind…. You’d have nowhere to go because he’s all over you. But also like, the cuddling?? He’s just a big soft teddy bear really, nice and warm, you could sleep comfortably on his chest, or on top of him completely. Logan has a size kink indeed.

[stargirlrchive]

simon is so dreamy like it hurts my brain

i just know he rubs his hands up and down your back as he holds you, quietly humming, almost purring, at the fact that you’re in his arms, safe and happy. pressing kisses down your jaw and throat as you speak.

his fingers trailing lower so he can squish the plush of your ass, just to deliver a soft spank before pulling you in closer.

mumbling against your lips how beautiful you are, and how much he loves you, and how he can’t wait to see your pretty lips stretched wide to take his cock.

[kayoftheshire]

*cartoon gulp sound effect*

[kappasbbgirl]

DADDYS HOOOOOOOOME HOME FOR MEEEE

till my legs shake and i can’t remember my name im so serious

[ancuninsprincess]

when the art x reader hashtag is lacking fics lately so i have to take things into my own hands

[mattslolita]

im claiming this photo you guys don't understand my baby girl he's so😭😭😭😭🤍🤍💝

[xo-myloves]

His little white ass 🖤💋

[yvieluvs]

you’re joking

[waterbendingwaves]

i’ve been thinking about this video for forty nights and days like VERNON????????

[ultrviolecnt]

Hugh Jackman as Logan Howlett

Logan (2017) dir. James Mangold

[solarsturniolo]

do y’all think matt whimpers when he jerks off or do you think he groans and grunts? Additionally, do you think he watches himself cum with his jaw slack and hooded, blown out eyes or do you think he throws his head back and is panting all heavy?

[muffin38]

Mr Puzzles!

:)

I love this stupid fricken TV so much

I stepped out of my comfort zone a bit with this one! I've never properly drawn a TV-head character and I chose a complex one to draw, however I am extremely proud of this one! I love my baby Mr. Puzzles, and his silly show. (give him five stars idc that he committed numerous crimes he deserves it.

Btw I have a thing for suspenders, and TV heads.

[sweet-mary280]

Literally no one:

Yautja's Pov & Human:

I love it when the Yautja boyfriend holding a human's neck in some movie 😩🫶✨

But... what about us??? 🫣❤️‍🔥

[koalaflower]

Ecstasy

pair. kamo choso x reader

genre. smut & fluff bc he’s so soft

warnings. explicit, bathroom sex, semi-exhibitionism, public sex, cunnilingus, slight manhandling, creampie, vaginal sex, service dom, CHOSO WITH HIS HAIR DOWN

synopsis. you’re a worn out sorceress looking for excitement in a crowded bar, and choso has never been more enchanted.

a/n. this is the first full smut i’ve ever written. i love this man sm i could go on for days writing about him <3

word count. 2.9k

A gush of wind caresses your exposed skin as you enter the club, a familiar feeling of adrenaline pumping through your veins as music blares through the speakers adorning the walls. A ghost of a smile graces your face, the atmosphere as welcoming as ever. The sight of bodies on bodies reminds you that life stops for no one, no matter where you are.

You inhale the scent of intoxication and nicotine, making your way to the bar. Your hips sway elegantly, black dress accentuating your curves as you lift one leg over the other, sitting on a barstool. You notice the eyes surveying your body, but you disregard it, placing your order. The bartender gives you a flustered look, starting to twist and turn to make his concoction a perfect one.

You are bored. Completely and utterly bored with your life and the lack of socialization your job subjected you to. Being a sorceress is time-consuming, and it saved little to no space for personal endeavors since the number of cursed spirits rose. Today was your day off from such a mind-numbing reality, and you decided to reignite the spark of excitement you once held for life.

The bartender slid you your glass; the whiskey swirling and glimmering under the dim lights. You thanked him and lifted the glass to your lips, relishing in the burn left behind as it slid down your throat. It’s been too long, your eyes closed to savor the taste through the singe.

A man sits beside you, his posture hunched and lips curled into a nasty smile as he scans you with his eyes. His breath reeks of alcohol when he leans closer, hand snaking around your shoulder. You tilt your head back up at the disturbance, eyes taking him in before letting out a slow exhale.

“Not interested.” You grimace, disturbed by his ability to touch you so casually and his inability to even sit straight.

“Leave with me. I promise it’ll be worth it,” he slurs, calloused fingers brushing against your smooth skin.

You could’ve easily knocked him out, but this was the most amusement you’ve had in a while. A mere human talking to you like you were desperate enough to accept his invitation.

You laughed, fingers tipping his head up to regard him closer, eyes boring through his. “Maybe you misheard me the first time. I’m not interested,” you said, emphasizing each word and watching as his eyes widened with both fear and lust.

He retracts his arm and stands on wobbly legs, apologizing to you before walking away, as fast as his spiraling vision lets him. You returned to the drink in front of you, leisurely leaning against your palm as you took another long sip.

The bartender gives you a wary glance, perplexed at the drunken man’s reaction but remaining silent.

Again, you pay no mind, uninterested as your eyes scan the club. No one stood out to you in the vast sea of people dancing and stumbling around. You smiled a little at their carelessness, wondering if they knew about the existence of curses and if they’d carry on despite it all.

Your gaze hooks onto a slender silhouette in the corner, a tall man leaning against the wall and staring at nothing in particular. He was nursing a half-empty cup, looking as if he didn’t want to be here at all.

You leave behind your glass and squeeze past the crowd, interest piqued as you confidently stride toward him. You stand in front of him now, the chatter significantly dying down in this little corner of his. He glances at you temporarily, raising a brow.

“What do you want?” he asks, bored as he swirls his cup around, the ice clinking against the glass. He’s attractive, muscles flexing in his arm with each minuscule movement and a thick black mark running across his nose bridge. A curse? Or a human? You can’t decide.

“Entertainment,” you reply, leaning onto the wall beside him as the loud music pounded against your back, reverberating throughout your body.

He scoffs, gazing at you with more interest now. “And you think you’ll get that from me?” His voice is clear, Adam’s apple bobbing as he talks.

“Something about you is refreshing,” you admit, letting out a curt laugh at your honesty, a telltale effect of the liquor. “And I’m dying for a vacation.”

His face contorts into one of surprise, not expecting this interaction to be a friendly one. He nods, sympathetic as a silence ensues, giving you time to take him in. His hair is bunched up into two messy buns, the ends spiked. Deep eye bags are apparent, the skin surrounding his eyes tinted a darker pink. The combination worked, giving him an air of mystery.

It was beginning to unnerve you how quiet he is, how still and unmoving. You remind yourself many men would kill for a dance with you, so many others that could give you the relief you needed if not him. You were about to make your leave when he stopped you, fingers tight around your wrist. He downs his glass in one, craning his head up as he drinks to reveal the dark tattoos cascading down his muscular form.

He sets his cup down, giving you his full attention, and says, “It’s loud here. We should go somewhere else.”

You nod, heart racing as you allow him to pull you through the masses of bodies, your heels clinking on hardwood. This man could be a murderer, a wanted curse user even, but your blood was finally rushing, exhilaration thrumming through your fingers. This was the excitement you had been yearning for, chasing for what seemed like a millennium in your field of work.

He led you into the club’s restroom, which was empty and clean. The music is distant now, faintly pouring through the overhead speakers. He lets go of your wrist; the warmth seeping into your skin. He doesn’t make any further moves, plucking a cigarette from his pocket and igniting it, the fire illuminating his eyes.

“What’s your name?” he asks, placing the roll between his lips and dragging a slow inhale.

You gaze at yourself in the mirror, watching him through the reflection as you swipe at a phantom lipstick stain.

His eyes swept over you, wondering what you looked like beneath your dress, as stunning as you already were. He wanted to kiss along your skin, leave marks on your supple flesh, and have his name pour from your lips. This connection felt surreal, his heart yearning for your soul, a bold woman he met in a bar.

“Y/n,” you reply, your voice smooth as you situate yourself on the counter, facing him. From this angle, he could see the rim of your dress rise around your mid-thigh, revealing delicate skin. “You?”

“Choso,” he says, holding the cigarette between his fingers and moving closer to close the gap between your bodies. His eyes traversed your entire length as if it were his first time, landing on your soft lips.

You swallowed thickly, his arms caging you in on either side of your body. He wanted to memorize every part of you, thumb trailing along the contours of your face. The tension was thick, a game to see who would break first.

“I almost thought you weren’t interested,” you tease, a hand against his chest.

He shakes his head at you with a small smile, leaning close enough that your lips almost touch.

“I was watching you the entire night.” He extinguishes the butt of the cigarette against the polished sink before discarding it.

A shudder runs along your spine at his words, electricity shooting throughout your body and pooling between your legs. You let out a shaky breath as he captures your lips with his, pulling him in with your arms around his neck.

He tasted bitter with the remnants of smoke, an addictive tingling on your tongue.

“You made that man tremble in fear,” he says, smirking. “You’re a powerful woman, Y/n.” His praise makes your legs rub closer together, smashing his lips back onto yours with a hum of approval.

“Then consider yourself a lucky man.” Lust overrides your ability to think straight when he pulls back and tugs the bands of his hair free. Thick black tresses flow around his shoulders, giving him an air of majesty as you run your fingers through them in awe.

He slips the straps of your dress down your shoulders, his eyes half-lidded as he exposes your breasts, which appear plush and supple under his hungry gaze. He presses his mouth against your neck, delighting in your whimpers and pleas as he toys with your tits.

“Choso,” you call, testing his name on your tongue. He plants kisses on your jawline, eyes closed as he savors the way you tremble.

“Hm?” he hums, trailing lower and taking a nipple into his mouth, sucking and swirling with his tongue. You arch your back, biting the back of your hand to stifle any lewd sounds that escape your mouth.

He shakes his head, detaching his lips from your nipple with a pop as he tugs your hand away from your mouth, massaging the teeth marks on your reddened skin.

“Don’t. Let me hear you.” He gazes up at you with a tender expression.

“But the door,” you whisper, paranoid.

He doesn’t answer. You’re positive he didn’t even hear you when he returns to your breast, pulling at the other to compensate.

The anxiety subsides when his fingers travel lower, caressing your curves beneath your sparkly dress and resting upon your thighs. You subconsciously spread your legs further apart, breathing heavily as he pulls away and kneels on the floor.

His teeth graze the inside of your thigh, placing sloppy kisses on your soft skin closer and closer to your heat. His finger teases the outside of your underwear, circling your clit before tugging the fabric away and down your legs. You watch with bated breath as he unbuttons his shirt, discarding it behind him and gripping both of your thighs tight, delving in.

Your head hits the wall when you arch your back, moans tumbling from your lips.

Choso eats you out like you’re fine dining, nose pressed against your clit and two fingers pumping in and out of you. The squelching sounds make you writhe in embarrassment, your body burning with desire.

You chant his name like a bitch in heat, feeling his smile against your pussy as he catches your clit between his teeth, your legs shaking. You push against his head, trying to escape the building pressure in your stomach when his mouth detaches from your core completely.

“Fuck! No, please,” you whine, clenching around nothing as you try to chase the euphoria.

He chuckles, and you open your eyes to see him unbuckling his belt.

“That wouldn’t be fun now, would it?” He wraps his hand around the length of his cock, stroking it. Your mouth salivates, watching as pre cum leaks from his long and thick shaft. You can feel yourself getting wetter, his saliva still dripping from your sopping pussy. You wanted him to fuck you rough and hard. To hell with it if the entire building hears.

“I need you inside of me,” you plead, cheeks flushed and mascara smeared beneath your eyes. You looked divine with your legs spread open and hickeys adorning your neck, a delightful twist to his night of solitude.

He grins devilishly, rubbing himself against your folds and watching as your slick enveloped him, almost sucking him in. Before he fucks you until you’re an incoherent mess, he takes his time to admire you, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“Y/n, are you sure? I don’t have protection,” he says, stroking your cheek.

Your mind was too hazy to process his words, the whiskey warping them. You could tell his restraint was weakening, but he wanted to ensure your comfort above all else. You laugh when you realize his question, heart fluttering at the consideration.

“I’m on birth control.” You smile when he lets out a sigh of relief.

“Thank god,” he says, hooking your leg onto his shoulder. “I would’ve just eaten you out until you came.”

Your mouth falls open when he thrusts his entire length into you, biting down onto his shoulder to stifle your scream. His hand rubs your back soothingly, holding you against him as he lets you adjust.

“Shh, it’s okay. Tell me when I can move,” he whispers into your ear, kissing away the tears. You weren’t a virgin by any means, but the penetration was so sudden, making you bite the inside of your cheek until a metallic taste ran along your tongue. You cling to him, waiting for the pain to subside.

You nod when it becomes bearable, clenching around him with fervor and need as you plead for him to continue. He starts to move in and out, slowly, then quickly, rubbing against every spot inside of you.

“God, you feel so good,” he grunts, thrusting harshly, your tits bouncing as he takes one into his mouth. The added stimulation makes you choke out a moan, your walls burning and sucking him in further.

“Choso! Choso, fuck! Harder!” you cry out as he hooks your other leg around his neck, laying you down on the cold counter and pounding into you harder. All the sensations were driving you crazy, and your body started to spasm.

“Not yet, baby.” His thumb rubs against your clit to add more tension. You couldn’t breathe, needing release as he pumped deeper inside.

“You look so beautiful like this,” he says, focused on your glazed-over eyes and blissed-out expression, saliva seeping from your mouth.

You grip his hair, his arm, the edge of the counter, any physical surface you could cling onto as your eyes roll back, vision becoming white at the corners.

Before you can finish, you hear footsteps approaching; the sound echoing through the bathroom. Your eyes snap open, legs tight around his torso as he carries you off the counter and into a stall, pressing his hand over your lips to suppress your moans. Your legs are trembling, his dick still inside you, pressing you up against the wall.

He kisses you to stop you from making any noise; the chatter growing distant as your bodies ease from the false alarm. He keeps you against the stall, pounding into you again with his hand beside your head.

You can feel your stomach tighten when his cock thrusts deeper in this new position, hitting your G-spot over and over. It’s outrageous how quickly he can make you orgasm, your mouth falling open as you near your limit.

“Cum for me,” he says, closing his eyes and succumbing to his own orgasm as you climax, screaming. He kisses you again, panting on your lips. You feel thick ropes of cum pump deep inside you, lifting your head slightly to see it seep out. You notice he’s doing the same, sweat dripping from the sides of his face.

“Shit. That was amazing.” You take a moment to catch your breath, feeling lightheaded from the orgasm. Choso nodded, pulling out as his dick begins to soften, hair sticking to his face. He smiled down at you fondly, fingers tracing the love bites he left on your skin. If you weren’t already spent, you’d beg him to fuck you again looking like that.

He helps you stand, chuckling at the mix of fluids dripping from your legs and the edge of the counter as he begins to clean the messes you left behind, much to your embarrassed protests. He spins you around, his fingers grazing your neck as he zips up your dress, his warm breath caressing your sensitive skin. Wordlessly, he showers your shoulder with affectionate kisses before dressing himself.

Your heels were the worst part, wobbling as you struggled to keep your aching body upright. He smiles and strings an arm over your shoulders, pulling you close into his chest with his other hand supporting your weight.

“Watch your step.” He holds you still when your ankle threatens to buckle.

You remain close to his side as he guides you through and out of the club, ignoring the smug glances from passing dancers. The air is frigid, your body clinging to the remnants of warm whiskey sliding down your throat and the night shared with Choso.

“So… is this it?” you ask, pulling away from him to talk, your shadows surrounded by empty cars and a bustling street. You start to shiver, surprised when a heavy weight settles on your shoulders, his coat draped around you. Your cheeks are dusted a lighter pink when you hug it tighter, your breath appearing as clouds of smoke in frosted air.

“I’m not the type to kiss someone and leave.”

Your lips curl at his response, electricity sparkling through your body again when he takes your hand into his, giving you his phone unlocked. You understand his gesture, entering your contact information and sliding the phone back into his fingers. “Don’t be a stranger.

Choso nods and you turn away, thoughts flooding through you with his coat still hanging around your body. You give him one last glance, noticing him still staring at you from a distance, eyes holding yours in an unspoken promise.

You laugh to yourself, his touches phantom on your skin as you unlock your car.

The taste of excitement lingered on your lips as you drove home, the road stretching past the starry horizon.

[spinninsturniolo]

[CAR CRASH] [BOOM] [PEOPLE SCREAMING] [SIRENS][EXPLOSION] [HELICOPTERS AND NEWS TRUCKS] “... WE’RE REPORTING LIVE FROM THE SCENE-“ [AMBULANCE SIRENS] “MY LEG... MY LEG.” [GLASS SHATTERING [PEOPLE SCREAMING] [EXPLOSION] “MY LEG…MY LEG” [CRYING] [GUNSHOTS][FLAT LINE]