#I feel the need to say this is just a lil joke!

[yourfavoritepillowprincess]

abby was an absolute gym rat. whether it’s wrestling, boxing, weightlifting or even football, she’s always been into some kind of sport or spending countless hours working out.

so realistically speaking, you should’ve seen this coming.

“hmm-hng-prettiest pussy i’ve- ever seen".

she was strapping into you like a bitch in heat, what started out as back shots eventually morphing into a pronebone because you couldn't keep holding yourself up. she was pussydrunk and stupid, short, quick, disgustingly deep thrusts occupying all her attention. one of her hands wrapped around your chest, pinching your puffy nipple between her thumb and index finger, rolling the bud as it stood to attention at her touch.

you were laying on your cheek, tears flowing out of your eyes as she continued to punch heavenly gasps and groans from your sore throat. you lost your ability to be louder rounds ago, your voice now reduced to stuttered gasps and deep breaths, your pussy doing all of the talking for you. bubbles of your cum sputtered out at every possible convenience as the tip of the silicone kept pressing that little button deep within your gummy walls. bullseye.

it was a joke. made while you were high (and it is a well known fact to not take shit you say seriously when you were stoned). something stupid like her having bad stamina and you never feeling fully satisfied in bed. you broke into a random fit of laughter afterwards because it obviously wasn’t true, and you’d assumed that abby just followed suit. but now here you are, 4 rounds in without a single break. and even worse, no signs of her stopping.

you dangled your knees uselessly in the air, kicking her toned back with all the strength you had left (barely any at all ), nails digging in the sheets so hard you heard a faint rip. you came to the grim conclusion that you might actually die before she runs out of energy.

you felt your legs being yanked from behind you as abby molded you into whatever position she pleased, forcing you into a semi squat as you gripped on the headboard to ground yourself.

"know i'm not fucking no damn pillow princess, you gotta do some of the work around here sweetheart."

your drooling cunt was singing to her, the thick white ring at the base of her dick driving her insane. "that's right. just needed me to break her in, hmm?" she locked the crook of her arm around your neck and squeezed, the headlock sending waves of blood to your head. "had the nerve to act like i don't keep you happy, like i can't make you cum."

her strokes began to deepen, the stars dancing in your vision burning brighter and brighter.

"you're out". thrust. "your". thrust. "fucking". thrust. "mind".

what the actual fuck.

drool began to trail out of your mouth and onto the thickness of her arm, your pretty lil windpipes begging for reprieve. your eyes crossed as you continued to get the mario coins pounded out of you, your mind filled with abbyabbyabby-

a pair of fingers snapped in your face abruptly, followed by a gradual slow of her hips as abby's hold on your neck loosened. "hellooooo? ground control to major tom? you still with me?"

she chuckles upon seeing your face, your eyes so teary and big and lost. her poor baby. you had nothing to say, your eyes drooping as you tried to catch your breath, and she took that as her sign to pull out. the feeling of her finally leaving you was brutal, your pussy begging her to stay as your walls gripped around her as tightly as they could. "tsk, tsk, tsk, can't even stay awake can you? this dick had you acting so stupid that you're all tuckered out."

more silence. the buzziness in your head has yet to cease, and you fight the urge to knock tf out as you gather your bearings the best you can. abby gripped your cheeks, forcing your mouth into a pout as she stared deep into your hooded eyes.

"remember this the next time you wanna act all funny on me, yeah?"

[nymphoniah]

can I request old man Logan where he’s looking for his glasses and he finds the reader sitting in his seat wearing them & teasing him how can he see without them. Then something primal inside him overcomes him to put her in her place

I hope that’s not too silly of a request I just drool over old man Logan especially with his glasses

you know i’m no good | logan howlett

i love this old man… i need him like air!!! ackkkk </3. tysm for sending this request in, we all need a grumpy logan in our lives :3 also i just read the old man logan comics and lord!!! i absolutely need to write more of himmmm

pairing: old man!logan x younger!reader

content/tags: NSFW minors dni, 18+ only, implied age gap (reader is in their 20’s), soft dom!logan, afab!reader, boot riding, smut, daddy kink, swearing, pet names (princess, doll, etc), a little bit of dacryphilia, logan refers to himself as an old man, porn w a lil bit of plot if you squint, crybaby!reader

you absolutely love the way logan’s glasses hang off of his nose bridge—always making sure when you’re peppering his face in kisses, you kiss the little bump that accentuates his features.

logan was a little embarrassed at first, wearing his glasses around you. thought it made him look older, already felt senile just taking them out of the case.

“c’mon!” you tease, placing a kiss on the tip of his nose. “i like the way you look in them,” you push him further, toying with the frames of his glasses.

“i look older in ‘em,” he says, playing off your kind words, “never was a fan of wearing them in the first place,” logan continues to drone on.

“charles says otherwise,” you snap back, your fingers playing where his glasses sit on his ears, flipping the glasses slightly up and down off his nose bridge.

logan chuckles, allowing you to continue playing with his glasses. “fine, i’ll wear ‘em,” he obliges much quicker than you thought he would—god knows the man loves to put on a fight.

but for you? he’d fold instantly. that’s what you do to him, you’re his little soft spot.

“only ‘cause you like it, princess.”

so when time passes, and you start to see him wear his glasses less and less, you decide to mess around with him a bit—give him a little surprise!

now here you are, sat in his armchair with a small smirk forming at the corner of your lips. your legs crossed, eyes peering up at him, but this time—his glasses perched on your nose.

logan approaches you slowly, his footsteps heavy, his figure towering over yours. he’s just come home from work, dressed up in his black and white suit, his tie slightly undone. he looks especially tired, like he’s had a long day.

“you broke your promise,” you trail off quietly, losing your smugness as logan looks down at you, his eyes sullen. “forgot these at home,” you continue, pointing at the glasses.

you try to ease the tension in the air by cracking a joke. “bet you couldn’t even drive straight without these.”

your words draw no reaction from logan. it’s painfully obvious that he’s drained from the day, and has no patience for whatever you have planned.

“i don’t have time for this,” he shrugs you off, pulling at your arm to get you up on your feet, “get ‘outta my spot, need to have some fuckin’ peace for once”.

you hate when logan gets like this, refusing to let you know what’s occupying his thoughts, keeping you in the dark—pushing you away.

so being the stubborn girl you are, you stay limp, refusing to move from the armchair. “no.” you retort, voice low and quiet.

logan can obviously lift you out of the chair with no issues, no tugging on your wrists or anything of the sort. but he sees that you’re at least trying to ease him up, make him feel the tiniest bit better. so he bites.

“can’t hear ‘ya, princess” logan says, the timbre of his voice gravelly, his eyebrow now raised, watching for your next move.

“no.” you respond sternly, shifting your weight further into the leather, tugging your arm away from his grasp.

something inside logan snaps. maybe it’s just ‘cause he had a bad day at work, or perhaps he just got riled up, seeing you get all bratty with him. knowing him, it was probably a combination of the two.

“no?” he mocks, sounding bitter as he lets out a tsk. “wrong fuckin’ answer, sweetheart.”

and that’s when the mood changes. the tension is still there, but there’s a shift. you feel your stomach turn, in a weird, twisted way—aroused by the way logan looks down at you with displeasure.

“need me to put you in your place, huh?” logan spits out, grabbing you by the wrist, finally pulling you out of the armchair.

taking little effort, he makes you stumble to your knees, your palms hitting the ground of the hardwood floor. you’re kneeled in front of logan, feeling foolish, stupid for trying to pester him after a long day.

“m’sorry,” you mutter, eyes glued to the floor, his glasses sliding low on your nose.

logan perches down to your height, bending down so that he’s level to your ears. “it’s a bit too late for apologies now, doll,” he coos, cupping your face with one of his hands.

he squishes your cheeks together, making it so that you’re looking up at him now. his eyes are sullen, facial features stern, the bags under his eyes a bit darker than usual.

streams of sorry, sorry, sorry is all you can manage let out of your pretty little mouth. you feel so guilty, upsetting him. sure, you had no ill intentions, but you know you pushed him—you should’ve just gotten out of the stupid chair, could’ve avoided this stupid mess.

the thoughts continue to drill into your brain, the regret. your eyes start to get teary, you just can’t help it. after everything that logan’s done, all the shit he’s been through, you didn’t wanna add onto his problems, cause any unnecessary stress in his life.

“don’t cry, princess” he consoles you, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. logan steadies himself back up, seating himself into the leather armchair where you once sat.

you shift around, slotting yourself between his legs, your pink, teary eyes looking up at him. “m’sorry still, didn’t wanna make you mad,” you sniffled out, taking off his glasses, placing them on the coffee table.

you leaned your head against his leg, your cheek nuzzling into the fabric of his slacks, your tears staining the pants a darker shade of black.

logan looked down at you, his tired eyes admiring the way you sat below him, practically worshiping him. “you’re just needy for your old man, hm?” he says, patting your head gently as you continue to weep.

“can’t help it, lo,” you murmur, tears becoming less frequent as he continues to tangle his fingers in your hair. “you’ve been gone a lot.”

your eyes fall down to his black leather dress shoes, the stitching of the shoes frayed, the material slightly worn at the edges. your fingertips play with the toe of his boots, trying to ground yourself.

“i know, i know, doll,” he replies, wiping away a stray tear from your cheek, his eyes catching the way you were staring intently at his shoes. “show me how much you missed me.”

your mind is still racing, trying to find a way to ease the pain you felt on your heart, the residing guilt you felt from earlier.

that’s ‘till you let your body think for itself, mindlessly hovering your clothed cunt on top of his boot. your breath stutters, trying to make sense of your actions, but it’s the last thing you wanna do.

all you want to do is turn your brain off—make sure that the pain goes away, that all your troubles could be temporarily solved.

“need this, need you,” you whine, placing yourself firmly on his boot, slowly grinding against him, pressing the temple of your head onto logan’s knee.

logan feels himself hardening at the sight of you getting off on him, his cock twitching as you paw at his slacks, your roaming hands finding their way to his crotch.

“fuck…” he hisses out, tilting his heels slightly upwards, making it so that the toe of his shoes angles right against your cunt. “my filthy girl just needed her old man to comfort her, yeah?”

you moan out in pleasure, your eyes shutting tight as you pace yourself, rutting against the rugged leather rhythmically. your cunt was leaking with your arousal, the excess slowly dripping down the sides of his shoes.

“missed you… so bad… d-daddy,” you cried out in between pants, your breath quivering, feeling the pressure in your core building up. “don’t know what i’d do… without ’ya…”

“you don’t need to worry about that, princess,” logan coos, “daddy’s right here,” he punctuates by nestling the toe of his shoe deeper inside your messy cunt.

“shut your pretty little brain off and keep riding me like that.”

[z0mb1epuzzy]

Chris. I need Chris bad.

thinking about how if he met someone who surpassed his freak he would be so much more flirty and open like maybe he has a crush on someone who makes the FREAKIST comments towards him and he's like WHOA WHOA WHOA- now hold on...

but after a few more instances he finally starts to match energy and it ends up in them fucking really sloppy and wild after weeks of pent up stupidity ugh

me rn

Notes: Chris x straightforward reader, porn w plot, alcohol mentioned briefly, i listened to girls by the dare and fucking weezer while writing this…

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no bc i LOVE THIS IDEA. i think chris would do very well with someone who’s very straightforward…. his “fatal” flaw is his inaction, he hesitates to do what he wants to do for the fear of messing up or misreading signals… sooo.. being with someone who’s very direct is actually ideal for him! well, sorta….

ya seeeee… i think he’d benefit from someone who’s very direct because there should be no question about your feelings towards him. Usually, when someone very directly says they want you, THEY FUCKING WANT YOU?? but this man lowkey stupit.. (me too king) and way overthinks till he’s diluted into thinking you’re just joking…. joshin… dare i say. (dun dun tss)(those were drum sounds)(please laugh)

which… inevitably results in him getting so insanely pent up, because he fucking WANTS YOU…. he’d absolutely never admit it, but he’d spend a pretty decent amount of time… y’know… daydreaming about the two of you in some not even kinda innocent scenarios…… so when you’re at a party, both a lil tipsy, shit is said… to say he lacks self control would be an understatement!!

he has the self restraint not to fuck you while ur crunk, obviously.. my babygirl is RESPECTFUL! but y’know… next day…. things could definitely happen… one heartfelt convo and all that bs later, ur suddenly on his couch!! he’s so needy, so pent up because he wanted to wait and be respectful, and talked himself out of everything he wanted to do and say in the past… but NEEOOOW!! you’re under him, his hips grinding against urs with SUCH desperation, and don’t even get me started abt when the fuckin ACTUALLY starts, he can’t keep himself from pounding into you, giving you messy desperate kisses to your lips and neck bc he literally CANNOT comprehend that he’s officially bagged you, that you’re ACTUALLY letting him do this…. and if you say dirty shit to him while he does it… LOOORTT. (bros lowkey scared its a wet dream the first time… we love u chris…)

[mrgaretcarter]

when T/R doesnt happen we’ll know the world has really come a long way in terms of LGBTQ+ equality w the official launch of straightbaiting

[iknowicanbutwhy]

Puyo/Madou, meet ISAT. ISAT, meet Puyo/Madou. I'm sure you have everything in common and this is not at all a completely random crossover of my two current interests

[kaiserkisser]

today is such a stark contrast to yesterday in how much i fucking hate today (vent/rant in tags bc i forgor to do it on my vent one)

[no-one-hears-me]

"please don't do that" = my inspiration to do that

[vampyrluver]

normally if a man is blonde with blue eyes i find him sickening and scary, evil even, but lestat................(he is sickening nd scary and evil even.....but dang maybe its the blood drinking or the vampirism or the blood drinking AND vampirirsm.........................................)

[love-songs-for-emma]

they say that "time heals all wounds" but i honestly think that upping my anti-depressants has done more for me

[tutuandscoot]

This whole sport is a joke

[cheetahsprints]

Over halfway through season 1 of Sonic Boom... what is this show. Why am I watching this. it's on crack it's so fucking unhinged 😂 help

[shroomierambles]

why’s it so embarrassing when u start catching feelings for someone aaaaaahhhhhh

[dlnqnt]

i know im too far gone an satc fanatic bcus i just found a writing flub in and just like that... s2e2 these writers need me on their fact checking team

[8aji]

im a lil embarrassed that most of the posts ive posted (duh) as of late were text posts abt me being sick LMFAO n it feels silly to write this but i think i may log out of this acc for a lil while at least on mobile <3

[orcelito]

lmfao

tfw this person u barely know but is friends(?) with the person u killed a prince with so theyre coming with u on the run. they go out to get clothes with said friend. accidentally nearly kill a guy & then get the town guards looking for them. & they come back to ur place so u pull them into ur room to hide out as the guards talk to ur adopted mom at the front door. and after they leave ur gonna go to look out the front window of ur room and ur like "You should hide under the bed to make sure they can't see you in here." & theyre like "Are you Serious?" & u (aka Fang) is just like. a lil snarkily, "Or you could hide in the bed. We could say you're a customer." & theyre like "Oh, don't tempt me with a good time." & then u just kinda Smirk & push them towards the bed b4 going to peek out the window as they ultimately hide under the bed and just

what . a fuckin moment . fang is not rly one to flirt outside of the job so this kinda took me by surprise lmfao. but i think a lil friendly flirt banter with a new friend is a GREAT vibe we r starting

[satorisoup]

@6okuto

Training camp squad💥