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Writing this in my docs cause it keeps deleting on tumblr!! SO, third time is the charmâŚ
Lesbian andreil based on a fic a was working on âone of your girls"
NSFW!!!
Comphet
Writing sucks!! So, Alexa play Picture You by Chappelle Roan
1. Neal and Andrea are not in love with eo, theyâre just very good roomates and Neal is 100% straight and is going to end up with a man even though she has never felt any physical or emotional attraction to the opposite gender, until
2. Andrea usually brings her hookups to their apartment, and Neal usually leaves said apartment to give them some privacy, UNTIL
3. Neal has the apartment to herself one night, and she decides to follow her friends advice and explore by herself because apparently âyou need to know what you like before trying it with another personâ;
4. so, she watches porn, she read some articles but it's doing nothing to her, even if sheâs tying to mimic what they're doing, UN TIL;
5. Andrea comes home and sheâs brought someone over! Neal's hearing is very good and the walls are very thin so she can hear everything theyâre doing;
6. everything, meaning the passion in their kisses, the hurried footsteps andâŚAndrea leaving her one night stand on her bed while she goes sitting on a chair because apparently she prefers to give orders and watch how their partners pleasure themselves;
7. And look, Neal is not a pervert or a voyeur or anything like that but she was there first and sheâs going to get an orgasm out of her, come hell or high water!
8. It's not her fault if she can hear Andrea so clearly it's almost as if the blonde is whispering in her hear, it's not her fault if the "You're gonna touch yourself for me, Nathâ, the order being given, the ever present authority combined with this intimate moment making Andrea's voice huskier than usual, or the accidental use of her almost-ex-name, that make all of her senses feel heightened; goosebumps rise delicately on the length of her arms and legs, the faint fragrance of cigarette that always seems to follow the blond seeping through the gaps of the wood pattern into her bed, wrapping her tightly;
9. It's not her fault if she starts touching herself just like Andrea is telling her partner-for-the-night to, her ears perked as if she were a puppy, trying to catch the faintest breath of air escaping from Andrea;
10. It's not her fault that the blonde's voice, once it comes, is as flat as it usually is, devoid of any emotion, reminding her one-night stand to slow down and Neal can't help the thoughts flooding in her head, telling her that she's doing good and wondering if the other would praise her if she knew, if she were the one- the mere thought is enough to make her her hips buck and jerk unconsciously against her cupped hand andâŚoh. Thatâs different, that's good;
11. Itâs not her fault if she has to bring the unoccupied hand to her red-bitten lips as a a faint wail slips its way out of her, hips still oscillating despite the fear of being caught; the touch makes her feel ashamed but stimulated at the same time, heaving breaths getting out of her opened lips as silently as she can;
12. It's not her fault that she starts mouthing Andrea's name, wishing she were the one screaming her name, instead of having to swallow it down as she keeps rubbing oh so slowly, her long legs shaking, eyes half open and half closed, wisps of sweaty hair sticking to skin;
13. It's not her fault that once she comes, her vision blurring, her body trembling greatly as if an earthquake had taken place in her body, her hand still moving as if it had a mind of its own, that she wanted the wall between them to disappear, to have the blonde leaning over, her chest against her back, kissing her shoulder, her neck, whispering sweet nothings in her ear;
14. But that canât never, ever happen because Neal is a straight woman, she's not attracted to Andrea and this whole night was just a fluke;
15. Neal throws these false hopes away as far as she could, as soon as they came. She has not even an ounce of strength left, simply letting the wall support her weight with a far-away look in her eyes, still gasping for breath and listened unwillingly as the other woman came off from the high, wondering if she was being helped cleaning herself, if her hair was being played with, if her forehead had been kissedâŚ
16. But Neal didn't need any of this, she could do it on her own. She lays on her side, her knees up to her chest and shivering from the cold of the night, a hand resting on her own head, twirling a few curls, scratching her scalp, imagining a larger hand, a rougher touchâŚ
17. And if Neal falls asleep, still muttering her roomates name, that's nobody's business;
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18. And if Andrea had almost said the wrong name, lost in the red curls and freckled skin, if she had pursed that woman because she resembled one annoying roomate of hersâŚthen it's really her business, and no-one else's.
#aftg#neil josten#andreil#all for the game#andrew minyard#female neil josten#female andrew minyard#genderbent andreil#lesbian andreil#fic i was working on
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thinking about the expert masseuse Alfred hired for the family that is paid a small fortune annually to provide massage services and ignore so, so many things. No questions, no remarks, just quality service and an ironclad NDA that, if broken, would probably topple said masseuseâs entire family line.
Things Alfred is paying them to ignore, in no specific order:
Bruceâs spinal hardware courtesy of Bane :)
weird amounts of muscle on everyone, even the kids (despite them allegedly not working physical jobs)
scars
FRESH scars
the fact that every joint in Bruceâs body clicks when moved/manipulated at the tender age of 42
Olympic athlete level physiques
rotator cuff injuries across the whole family
scars that are definitely from bullets and/or acid splashes
old signs of what looks like torture (Bruce)
Dickâs entire left arm is basically screws and plates (he âfell really badâ once)
every single family member takes deep tissue massage with max pressure with 0 complaints
calluses
no really, the weirdest fucking calluses
#thoughts#I got a massage today and played my favorite game#where the masseuse touches my back for the first time#add to this?#recoils slightly#and asks me immediately what I do for work lmao#bruce wayne#batman#dc#batfamily#dick Grayson#robin#nightwing#red hood#Jason todd#Damian wayne#Fic ideas#actually this would be a hilarious outsider pov
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i love it when characters are codependent. i love it when losing someone feels like losing a limb. i love it when two people "complete" each other so wholly and terribly that one can barely function without the other. i love it when the fear of losing the only person who understands them is so all-consuming they'll destroy anything to stay together, including themselves.
#gray.txt#im really normal about moirails#i need to start writing again LOL#ive done 3 entire fics in the last decade but also im on adhd meds so maybe thatll help#still need 2 overcome my debilitating perfectionism tho. it's a work in progress
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Have you ever read a really good fic then looked up the author's other works and lo and behold a treasure trove of fics that are exactly your kind of shit? Because god that is what euphoria feels like. I love you random fic writers i unexpectedly find
#found 157 works under silmarillion and I am eating this shit up#sometimes life is good#sometimes life gives you 157 silm fics to read all through the night#fics#fanfics#ao3
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Thinking about a mechanic!AU where the 141 boys run a garage and need a new receptionist. They hire you because youâre just so cute (great tits) and have a decent resume but it becomes a slight problem when they realize youâre a bit⌠dense.
Total ditz to be precise.
But they canât really get mad when you get the keys for clients mixed up and look at them with those big eyes all teary and a little pout pushing out your lower lip.
Price is the most patient, perfectly content to walk you through how to file paperwork and fill out forms. Instructing you in a low voice while his breath brushes the shell of your ear. Itâs really their fault for having such a terrible system, you know? Donât worry about it too much, dove. Heâll settle his big hands on your shoulders and gently trace up and down your arms. See? Youâre getting it. Just needed some more practice, hm?
Johnny is more than happy to show you around the garage, rattling off everything he knows about all those nitty gritty details that go right over your pretty little head. Heâll pop open the hood of some sports car and point to the engine to show it off. No, bonnie, youâve got tae get in close. Closer.
Until youâre bent entirely over in one of those too-short skirts you wear everyday. It takes all his willpower not to yank you into the supply closet.
Gaz is just so sweet to you. Always bringing you little treats and candies to suck on. To help you concentrate, of course. Always greeting you with a soft âbaby girlâ at the beginning of your shift. Whenever youâre standing around be it at the printer or counter - wherever really - heâll slip a hand on your waist. It always trails a little lower, his pinky just edging on the hem of your too tight jeans.
Ghost gets frustrated with you to the point of causing tears to well up in the corners of your eyes. Heâs feels guilty, sure, but bloody hell just print the damn receipt. He avoids you for the most part. Until one evening when itâs pouring down. You forgot your rain coat of course, silly girl. He offers you a ride which you take happily.
After that he canât get rid of you. You bring him coffees (how you remember his order word for word but not where you last left your own cup is beyond him) and giggle at his jokes. When a client gets too snappy or too loud heâs the first to step in - standing behind you glaring at them with his huge arms crossed over his chest until they back down.
#will I turn this into a full fic?#idk donât tempt me#just trying to get this out of my system so I can work on my other ongoing fics#call of duty#simon ghost riley#john soap mactavish#ghost cod#john price#john price x reader#cod x reader#ghost x reader#john soap mctavish x reader#kyle gaz garrick#kyle gaz x reader#cod#soap x reader#simon riley x reader#john mactavish x reader#john price x you#mechanic au#drabble#holly writes#poly 141 x reader#poly 141
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Danny: I was told to report to you
Alfred: Who told you that?
Danny: Didn't get his name, but it was a man with black hair, blue eyes, tall and sad?
Alfred: That's could be so many in this manor. Can you be more specific?
Danny: um, he was pretending to be stupid at last night gala?
Alfred: More specific
Danny: He yelled "Eat the rich" before nose diving into the glass tower.
Alfred: That's was Master Jason. Did he tell you why you needed to report to me?
Danny: He told me to give this to you when I found you *hands over folded paper*
Alfred reading: Dear Alfred, here is a boy who agreed to work part-time as a cook for the mannor while you recover from your broken arm and broken legs . Let me know if he becomes a problem. I'll kill him for you. Heart Jason
Danny: ....He was joking about the killing part right?
Alfred: No, he put a heart. He is rather serious.
Danny strain nervous smile: Oh
Alfred: Not that it matters. If you ARE a problem, I will put a bullet between your eyes before you can beg. Working legs or not. Now then, how about I show you the kitchen, yeah?
Danny: .....the pay is what again?
Alfred: Five hundred for each meal you prepare and an hourly salary of twenty-nine dollars for how long it takes you to cook.
Danny: Aight, I'm desperate enough. Lead the way sir.
Alfred studying him: You may survive the Waynes yet.
Danny: Wait. What does that mean?
Alfred: This way *rolling away in wheel chair*
Danny: SIR!? WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?
#dcxdpdabbles#dcxdp crossover#from a fic i never wrote#chef partime Danny meets Jason#Who offers him work#Told through Danny's pov unaware of the bats#Alfred broke a arm and leg in a home invasion#If there is a heart in Jason's writing he means it with his whole chest
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day 1 without ao3: i have gone through all 5 stages of grief multiple times and have invented a 6th. i will not disclose what the 6th stage of grief is.
#I AM GOING INSANE#what am i supposed to do??#âyou should work on your WIPâ NO I CANTTT#â read actual books on your real bookshelfâ NUH UH#ao3#archive of our own#iâm tagging ships#malec#destiel#hannigram#jonmartin#tomgreg#kenstewy#imagine all the fics i could be reading rn
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god. Vivienne really is just. that character. She is taken to the circle so young she does not remember what her parents even looked like and someone had to tell her. She wouldnât even know if they were telling the truth. She is ruthless, the terror and nightmare of the Orlesian court. She almost weeps when you find the Tranquil skulls in Redcliffe. She hates drop waists. She is harrowed younger than any other mage in living memory. She teaches Bull the steps to the dance of the six candles. He likens her to a Qunari dreadnought that has half the enemies on the ground before heâs even reached the front line. Her accentâs not Orlesian. No Free Marcher can tell where she is from either. Is her original voice another part of herself she cut off? She enchanted a duke within one meeting and they scandalised even Orlesian society. She was good friends with his wife. They possibly fucked too. No can control her. Sheâs been owned since the moment she was first brought to the Circle. She belongs to no people. There are a dozen leashes around her neck claiming otherwise. She makes fun of an elven god for setting his coattails on fire. She is on the verge of banishing Cole back to the Fade all the time. She canât help but grow to care for him at the end despite her best efforts to pretend otherwise. She hates herself for it. She thinks caring makes you weak. During the first conversation you have with her unmasked as a Trevelyan, she begs to know if you also cared about her childhood friend, Lydia. She tries to import illegal fur into Skyhold. Did she kill everything soft within her soul herself or did the Chantry sisters do it for her? She is impossible to prank. Some might say sheâs even better than Sera at pranking. She was pulled into the game by the time she was nineteen. Sheâd faced worse things since she could first remember her dreams. Life has never been fair. One merely needs to be hard enough to survive. The blade at her neck when she lay on the floor of the harrowing chamber was no different from the hunger in her belly as child, a necessary pain that only drove her forward. Maker, was there ever any chance that she did not see cruelty as simply another word for life? Is there any version of her that does not end up surrounded by moral filth?Â
#dragon age#vivienne#I've been working on a gift fic for a friend that is centred around her that I may end up posting to ao3 as well#and god#my god#this woman
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one of my favorite things about unmasked spy is that he has such a peculiar hair pattern with his little gray wings. like if he grew a white streak he could be the next administrator.
also engie is here đ
#tf2#team fortress 2#tf2 spy#spy tf2#napoleon complex#engiespy#practical espionage#digital art#artists on tumblr#illustration#mine#my art#the HARD HAT STAYS ON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#also the last doodle is somewhat of a sneak peak of . you guessed it. yet another tf2 fic im working on huhuhuhu#i suppose this outfit is just his normal jacket with a skirt n turtleneck added#something something spy gets to wear both team colors something#i want him DEAD#IN A DITCH
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The Rehabilitation of Death by @bamsara
didnt have time to clean this like i wanted but i needed to get this scene out of my head desperately. im good now
#rubulart#trod au#cotl#cult of the lamb#narilamb#cotl narinder#cotl lamb#cotl fanart#comic#im done making cotl art now i promise im going back to work#i took a hard detour bc its been like years since a fic has interested me this much#or a game#but i beat the main story on my new save so im good on that for a while#long post#cw blood#cw violence
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we don't think enough about the fact that pyrrha dve had to get up every day and go to her construction job. She was mourning the last polycule while starting the next one (btw everyone in both polycules was doomed to die including pyrrha herself) but she literally still had to get up and go to her shifts... she was on that minimum wage grind the whole time... however much credit we give her we don't give her enough
#did she even have a work bathroom to cry in. was any of that even osha approved#i'm thinking about Her tonight due to tumblr user theriverbeyond's fic. hang on let me link if i am going to think about her we all will
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you know that video series where celebrities read mean tweets about them? imagine if gojo was on that.
"satoru gojo acts like a huge dick, but he probably has a small penis." gojo glances up from his phone and stares directly into the camera, biting his lip to suppress his smile. "wrong, and wrong. i'm a sweetheart and i have a huge dick." he pauses and winks, adding, "my girlfriend can vouch for me."
#i forgot how my tag system works#this was supposed to be a fic but#i lost interest halfway through#hehe#is this even tag-worthy#gojo x reader#jjk x reader
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i think. I THINK. because bakugou is so bad at verbalising all that he feels for you, he goes above and beyond plus-ultra and everything in his actions. he knows he loves you, he thinks about it every time he sees you but he just canât say it. so what does he do? he covers the table corners when youâre picking something up from the floor. he does your dishes for you even when you didnât ask. he greets you at the door when you come home and he takes the time to set your bag down onto the cabinet and he bends down to take your shoes off. he prepares your lunch boxes to take to work everyday without fail. when itâs a sunday and you two are sleeping in, heâll use his head to block the sun from shining onto your eyes so you wonât wake up. so he can cuddle you longer. his actions are always over the top because itâs the result from having all of these iloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyou bouncing inside his head with no way of escaping and this is the only way they can get out to the world and into you.
#have this while iâm working on another bkg long fic lol#i swear itâs better this time#sy.katsuki#bakugou x reader#bakugou headcanons#mha bakugou#bakugou x you#bnha bakugo katsuki#katsuki bakugo x reader#bakugou katsuki#bnha bakugou#bakugo katsuki#bakugo x reader#katsuki bakugo#bakugou fanart#bakugo katuski#katsuki bakugou#katsuki bakugo mha#katsuki x reader#katsuki#katsuki fluff#katsukibakugou#katsuki x you#katsuki x y/n#bakugou fluff#bakugou drabble#bakugou x y/n#bakugou katuski x reader
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ââI justâŚI thought you might like to come back, one day,â Crowley said very quietly. Aziraphaleâs foot pressed against his again, and Crowley drew in a sudden breath, as if he hadnât been breathing properly since Aziraphale had stopped touching him.â
This piece was a commission from the lovely @fellshish for their lovely friend, @alphacentaurinebula âs fic What Are You Doing Here? This fic is cute, funny, heartwarming, and incredibly spicy, and Iâm very much looking forward to finishing it! Thank you Fells for being wonderful to work with, and happy (belated) birthday to you Alphacentauri, Iâm very happy I could do this for you!
#I had the quote the fic itâs just so good#and cute#good omens#art#illustration#my art#aziraphale#crowley#ineffable husbands#good omens fanart#ALPHAAAAAAAA HAPPY BIRTHDAY#Iâm so happy was asked to make art for the both of you yâall are so wonderful and nice to work with#I really hope you enjoy it#â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸đđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđ#everyone go read the fanfic plsss#even if smut isnât your thing the first chapter is incredibly good as a stand alone#good omens fanfiction
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Insatiable [L.H.]
Pairing: Logan Howlett x female!reader
Summary: Down in the void, where you can find all sorts of dangerous things, you didnât expect a flower that makes you horny to be your biggest problem. Luckily, Logan is there to fuck that overwhelming feeling out of you.
Warnings: smut 18+, unprotected piv sex, oral (f receiving), spitting and hair pulling (reader pulls Loganâs hair) but just for a split second </3, dub con because of sex pollen but they want each other either way, Logan calls reader baby and good girl during sex, mention of masturbation (f), Wade watches them fuck technically without consent but itâs not mentioned until the end and itâs more of a joke, set during Deadpool & Wolverine but no major spoilers I just used a different gif because Logan is annoyed at Wade in every single one from that film lmao, Wade being Wade, Logan is taller than the reader, age gap implied (well actually itâs not implied but Iâm telling you Loganâs older lmao), all porn no plot
Word Count: 3.4k
first Logan fic đ¤ pls be nice <333Â
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It shouldnât shock you that the void is full of weird things â you came here with a mutant and a ⌠well, whatever the fuck Wade is, after all. Yet, youâre still surprised when, on your way back from finding some bushes to pee in, you end up tripping over something and getting addicted to the smell of some glowing plant.Â
The flower is bright pink and smells like your favourite perfume. Youâre on all fours at this point, your face buried in the bud as you inhale its sweet, sweet scent.Â
âWhat is she doing?â Logan asks from afar, an eyebrow raised in confusion.Â
âYoga?â Wade offers. Logan throws him a look â not helpful.Â
Logan makes his way to you; the closer he gets the brighter the plant glows. This canât be good. He calls your name when he gets to you but youâre in a trance, you donât even seem to hear Logan. Youâre humming â no, moaning?â to yourself, arching your back and lowering yourself to your forearms.Â
He pulls you up by your arm and almost flinches at your sudden outburst. âLet me go!â You shout, hitting his chest, and when you look up at him your pupils are so large Logan isnât sure itâs really still you in there.Â
You go to slap Logan so you can get back down but his hand slides down your arm to hold your wrist, his other hand at your waist to keep you in place.Â
âLook at me,â Logan orders and, oh youâre looking at him.Â
The smell the plant was giving off wasnât your favourite perfume at all, you realise, it was the smell of Logan. A hint of his aftershave, a little bit of sweat, and all that manly musk. You realise you need him right now.Â
You involuntarily arch your back to get closer to him, your chest against the hard of his suit. Heâs looking down at you, a mixture of worry and confusion. You reach up to claw at Loganâs collar but he easily holds you off.Â
âYou okay, bub? What was that?â He looks down to kick at the plant and as it breaks off at the stem the plant gives off a last shake of glittery dust, grows grey, and then dies. You slowly turn your head from the floor to Loganâs face â heâs wearily awaiting your next move.Â
âIâm not okay, Logan. I need you right now,â you pull at his collar once more but he has you in a tight grip at the waist â which does nothing but turn you on more.Â
âWade! Come here,â Logan calls, and you see a flicker of red in your periphery coming towards you, but you donât take your eyes off the man in front of you.Â
When you stand still for a few seconds, thatâs when the ache really hits you. You clench around nothing and youâre suddenly aware of how wet you are. Youâve never needed to come so badly in your life, but Loganâs got you held firmly in place, no matter how much you squirm.Â
Wade sees the plant immediately, even greyed out and dead, âWhatâs this?â He walks towards it.Â
Logan grabs Wadeâs arm. âDonât,â he grits.
With only one of his arms on you, you take the chance to reach up at Loganâs face, try to kiss him, but his hand is back on you before you can even get on your tiptoes. You let out a pained moan and both their heads snap towards you.Â
âShe was smelling that flower. Now sheâs..â Logan looks down at you, which intensifies your need, but heâs careful of what to say. You only met a few days ago and he doesnât want to humiliate you, doesnât know how deep down the real you is by now.Â
âHorny?â Wade asks, looking at you, âHoly shit, girl, look at your eyes. See, a woman after my own heart. Thatâs exactly how I look at Logan tooââ
âWade!â Logan shouts, jaw clenching, âWe need to get her somewhere safe.â
âDonât need anywhere safe. Need you,â you mumble, attempting to free yourself from Loganâs grip. Heâs so effortlessly strong it makes your mouth water and the place between your thighs even wetter.Â
Wade bends down, careful not to get too close to the plant, assessing it. âEasy. Itâs sex pollen.â
âWhat the fuck is that?â Logan half-shouts.
âHave you never read fanfiction? It makes you crazy horny until youâre fucked by the person youâre into the most,â Wade explains, then sighs, looking at you, âSad that itâs not me, sugarcakes, Iâll be honest.âÂ
You ignore him, still attempting to get out of Loganâs grasp to climb him like a tree.
Logan groans at Wade, âDo you ever shut the fuck up?â
âNo, have you met me?â
Suddenly youâre lifted off the ground and Logan slings you over his shoulder like you weigh nothing at all. His arm grips you just below your ass, and it makes you clench your thighs together, trying to get any type of friction. You attempt to get down but his arm only tightens around your legs and even though your entire upper body is free, hanging off the back of him, youâre helpless.Â
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You squirm and wriggle and moan but all to no avail. Loganâs ignoring you. You feel your underwear getting wetter with his every step and breath and movement, and youâre sure he must be able to smell you at this point.Â
Your arousal has turned into nothing other than a pulsing pain and you feel tears springing to your eyes with your sexual frustration. You mumble Loganâs name but youâre too weak to really say anything, too weak to even try and get out of his grasp anymore.
A shadow is cast over you and you see the sand under you turn into a solid floor. Suddenly youâre being lifted back up and Logan sits you on top of a table. Youâre in a⌠diner? You donât really care, filled with a new energy as you see Logan towering over you, concern written on his face â concern youâre ready to turn into lust.
You sit up with force, ready to pounce on him, but he pins you back to the tabletop immediately, his big arms holding your wrists down.
âDonât wanna do that, sweetheart,â â the nickname makes you moan right in his face, hips trying to arch up but heâs too far â âWeâre gonna need you to calm down, okay? And weâre gonna wait it out.â
âNo,â you begin to shake your head quickly, giving Logan your best puppy eyes, âI canât wait. Need to cum. Iâm so wet, Logan. Please.â
âAs much as I wish it wasnât, thatâs my cue to leave,â Wade waves, whispering, âI hope you think of me when you comeâ (youâre not sure if heâs saying it to you or to Logan) and walks out the door.
Logan is distracted for a second, watching Wade leave, and you yank your hand out of his grasp to unzip the front of your suit and push a hand into your underwear. You cry out when you finally get to touch your clit, puffy and wet all over, and for a second Logan canât keep his eyes off your panties. His gaze lands on your tits almost spilling out of your bra from all the movement and then he takes hold of your wrist once again.
âIâm gonna leave and then you can touch yourself all you want, hm? That sound like a plan?â Logan says, voice quiet and hoarse and all you can do is shake your head at him.
ââS not gonna be enough. Need you. Please,â you moan again, and you see him clench his jaw in restraint.
âI canât, you know I canât. Donât know if youâd want this otherwise. Wouldnât be right of me.â
You somehow manage to yank his hand down with yours and shove it into your panties.
âDoes this feel like I donât want you, Logan? Youâre all I want. Been making myself come every day since I met you wishing it was you instead.â
âYou donât know what youâre saying, baby, donât know what youâre asking for,â Loganâs voice is strained. His thumb starts rubbing your clit instinctively, as if he canât control himself. He moves slightly to get a better angle and you see the bulge pressing against his pants. Heâs so big you moan out his name loud enough to echo through the building.
âKnow exactly what Iâm asking for. Please, Logan. Itâs not gonna stop until you make me come. Iâm begging you.â He looks at you with uncertainty. Then heâs pulling your arms out of your suit and ripping the rest down your legs.
âIâm gonna make you come, okay? Iâll eat your pussy as many times as you need me to. That alright?â He kneels in front of you and pulls you to the edge of the table.Â
You want to ask him to fuck you but all you can manage to say right now is to let out a whiny âMhmmm.â
Logan wastes no time taking one of your thighs over his shoulder and pulling your soaked panties to the side. He looks ready to surrender and give you what you really need but he stays firmly in his place.
âLook what a mess youâve made, baby. Such a pretty fucking pussy. Iâll make you feel better, okay? âM gonna make you come.âÂ
Without another word his tongue is on you, licking broadly over your clit and then sucking as much as he can into his mouth. You arch your back and press your hips into his face. His hands come to the top of your thighs to hold you down, palms hot against your skin.Â
âFeel good?â He mumbles against your pussy and you sit up on your elbows.Â
âSo fucking good, Logan. Donât stop. Please,â you whimper as you look at his face buried in your pussy. He licks into you, nose pressed against your clit and you canât help but buck your hips.Â
âLook how sweet you are, saying please every time. Such a good girl.â Heâs inhaling you hungrily now, sloppy in his movements from how turned on he is but itâs not stopping you from feeling good.Â
You just need friction. And heâs giving you that, but then heâs licking all the way up from your pussy over your clit, through your pubic hair and up to your belly button â just to tease you. He smirks up at you and you push his head back down; he happily obliges, but not before reaching out one of his big strong hands to settle on your breast, thumb hooking under the top of your bra to play with your nipple.Â
âTaste so fucking good, baby. Canât get enough,â he breathes as he begins to suck on your clit and starts moaning himself.Â
It occurs to you then that the pollen in your arousal or in your sweat might be making him lose his mind too. With the way heâs almost painfully squeezing your thigh with one hand and your boob with the other, youâre sure.
Logan groans with a mouthful of you between his lips, your sensitive clit swollen against his tongue. He moans something into you that you canât understand, but the vibration of his voice pushes you close to the edge.
âFuck, gonna come,â you whimper loudly, your hips chasing his face.
You finally tip over the edge, your orgasm ripping through you with an intensity youâve never experienced before.
But itâs over as fast as it started.
You push your hand between your legs to relieve the ache again but you know it wonât be enough. Logan stands up and wipes his mouth, glistening with your arousal. âYâneed me again?â
You shake your head as you squirm without his presence between your thighs. âPlease fuck me, Logan. I canât take it anymore, need you inside me.â As you say it you clench around nothing, the pulsing between your legs insatiable. You start fucking yourself with your fingers, but itâs not nearly enough â you need something bigger, much bigger, and you have a feeling he can provide that.
The pollen seems to take over for Logan as well, and he finally stops arguing. He pulls off his suit and you silently curse him for not doing that earlier. Seeing those muscles is providing more relief than your fingers inside you. You feel like you could come just from the sight of his big, hard cock alone. Itâs exactly what you need.
You slip out of your bra thatâs almost sticking to your skin with how hot you feel and Logan roughly rips your panties down your legs.
âYou really want this?â He asks as he steps between your thighs, jerking off and rubbing the tip against your clit.
âMmhm yesyes, need you so badly. Please Loââ you both gasp when he fills your pussy at once. Itâs a feeling that brings you close to orgasm immediately and makes you grab him to pull him closer. Logan momentarily slips out of you again to crawl onto the table, pull you across it and wrap your legs around his hips.
âSo fucking hard for you,â he mumbles as he pushes back into your slick pussy. Youâre both mesmerised by the sight of him starting to fuck into you, your pussy stretching around him with what is the best feeling youâve ever had. It burns because heâs so big, but itâs a good type of pain.
You grab the hair at the back of his head for support, and he moans at your grip. It angles his face towards yours and you look into each otherâs eyes for a split second before his mouth finds yours. Youâre biting and licking at his lips and he growls back against you, holding your lower lip down to spit into your mouth, his animalistic nature taking over.
His hips rut against yours faster as your kiss gets more desperate. You lean your head back in pleasure, hitting the table, but you barely register the pain. Distracted by how good his big cock feels so deep in your pussy you donât even notice his hand coming up under your head to cushion it.
âThere you go,â he whispers, looking down at you. Your eyes meet and for a second you smile at his care. You tip your head right back down into his hand when he starts kissing down your neck, his free hand pushing up one of your tits to wrap his lips around the nipple.Â
The way he runs his tongue over your nipple has you moaning and grabbing onto his hair once more. You need to feel the heat of his body so you wrap your arm around the back of his shoulders until heâs desperately fucking into you with your chests pressed together.
It should be too warm with the way your bodies are intertwined but Logan looks down to lick the sweat on your neck right up and sucks on the skin there right after. The added stimulation makes your hips buck up and Logan sneaks a hand back to your clit, messily rubbing until he has you coming again and youâre both moaning at how hard your pussy clenches around him.
You think for a second that Loganâs going to come with you but he manages to resist the temptation, biting into your shoulder instead. But that second in which it almost felt like he was coming was the calmest youâve felt in hours at this point. You realise that maybe itâs him who needs to come for you to feel better. But youâre too horny to say any proper words to explain it to him.
Logan pushes himself up to look at your face but he doesnât have to ask if you still need more. Your pupils are as wide as before.
âPussyâs still so hungry for me, baby, hm? So fucking desperate,â he repositions your hips and starts fucking into you at a different angle, your wet pussy so loud against him. This time you feel his dick pushing against your g-spot and he has you gasping at the new sensation, pulling you by the hips to aid his thrusts.
âP-Please come inside me, Logâ uh-Logan,â you manage to say.
Logan looks down at you and places a hand under your ass, squeezing you there, âBaby, I got stamina for the entire night. Not stopping til youâre satisfied.â
âJust do it, need youâ, is all you can get out as he continues to rut his hips against yours. Â
âAlright. I got you, baby, I got you,â he rasps, making sure to hit your g-spot over and over until youâre arching your back, biting into his bicep thatâs propped next to your face, to deal with the amount of pleasure coursing through you.
A gasp turns into an orgasm and as soon as you clench around Logan he lets go too. âGod, baby, so fucking tight for me. Such a good girl. Gonna comeââ
You hold onto Logan tightly, your arms wrapped around his neck as he fucks into you, filling you with ropes and ropes of his cum as you keep clenching around his big cock. You can feel him so deeply in you that your most primal urges are finally starting to calm down and you feel the last waves of pleasure flow through you as he comes his final drops.
Logan drops onto his elbows that are positioned next to your head, and, instinctively, you take his face to kiss him. He kisses you back so intensely that you donât even have to consider whether he still wanted to kiss you now that the sex is over.
âYou okay?â He asks when you let go of his lips.
âYeah,â you nod, noticing that the ache is finally, finally gone now that youâve both come together, âthank you, Logan.â
âMy pleasure,â he smirks and places a more innocent kiss on your mouth. You untangle yourselves from each other in slow movements, unsure what places youâre sweating from and need to clean up.
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âDo you regret it?â Logan asks you a few minutes later, cleaned up and clothed, with his arm around your waist to support you â you can barely stand â as you go outside to look for Wade.
âNo. But thanks for making sure so many times⌠Do you regret it?â
Loganâs smile tells you everything you need to know but he still tells you, âNot one bit.â
You smile but then become more serious. âSorry that you had to experience that,â you mumble.
âWhat do you mean? Youâre apologising for that?â
âDidnât you feel the pain too? I thought the effect of the pollen might have somehow been contagious.â
He almost looks bashful when he looks down at you, âNo, you just turn me on like fucking crazy.â
You smile down at the floor until you see a shadow. Wade comes around the corner of the diner.Â
You draw your eyebrows together. âYouâre telling me you actually left?â
âThereâs no way you didnât stay to watch us,â Logan adds.
âNo, of course I stayed but I came ages ago. I was forced to be with my own thoughts while you kept going⌠and going.â
Logan rolls his eyes as Wade walks on, âWhat do you think, weââ
âAnd goingâŚâ
âWade.â Logan warns, turning to you again, âHow about we get this shit done with Wade and then go to your place and do this all over again?â
You giggle, âI like the sound of that.â
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#Logan Howlett x reader#wolverine x reader#deadpool and wolverine#Logan howlett x you#wolverine x you#wolverine smut#Logan howlett smut#logan howlett#wolverine#deadpool and wolverine fic#sex pollen#logan howlett sex pollen#wolverine sex pollen#going to watch the film again as i post this đ¤hope tumblr works lol#selfcarecap
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let me drown
you meet qimir for a morning swim (qimir x fem!reader)... because i couldn't be normal about that scene.
warnings: 18+, minors and ageless blogs dni, an ode to manny jacinto's collarbones and also his shoulders and arms, slightly painful sex (but like... in a hot and consensual way), possessiveness, pwp basically (wc: 800+)
Droplets of water pool in the hollow of his collarbone, running down his broad shoulders in rivulets, shimmering in the morning sun like jewels, as Qimir cuts through the water. His muscled arms effortlessly slice into the still surface, sending ripples in every direction.
He looks ethereal, swimming in the cerulean pool. A long forgotten sea god, waiting to hook you by the ankle and drag you below the surface, drown you and breathe new life into you at the bottom of the sea.
It's beautiful and frightening in equal measures.
You wait on the shore, seawater lapping at your ankles and bare feet, arms around your knees, ignoring the puddling water that's soaking through your bottoms.
You wait for him to notice you there.
He doesn't keep you waiting â or maybe, Qimir sensed your presence from the moment you'd stepped onto the shore, from the moment your eyes had opened in the cave and looked for him, finding him gone.
A suspicion that's confirmed when Qimir lifts his gaze, unsurprised, sweeping escaping strands of damp hair from his face, and calls out softly, "Aren't you going to join me?"
His voice. You love his voice, as smooth as the surface of the water lapping at his strong shoulders, as the salt-licked rocks on the shore and the cliffs, as the weather-beaten pebbles that dig into your soles as you stand.
You undo the robe in a smooth motion and let it fall from your shoulders, baring yourself to him in the morning light, and Qimir doesn't look away.
He catches his lip between his teeth, dragging his gaze down your naked form, drinking you in with a kind of possessiveness that feels heretical; coveting you without so much as laying a finger on you, owning you with his dark eyes.
You wade in, and Qimir drifts toward you, moving silently and swiftly, predator-like.
An uneven rock catches on your foot under the surface, sending you forward. You tumble into him with a soft curse, and Qimir catches your arms with wet hands, steadying you, guiding your hands to his shoulders.
Flexing your fingers is almost an instinct, searching for a hold, like scaling a cliff, digging in to the muscles, and Qimir shudders, long lashes brushes against his cheeks, inclining his head to meet your gaze.
"Careful," Qimir cautions, soft and honeyed, a kind of music, and you don't know if Qimir means to be careful with the rocks or with your wandering hands.
You gamble on the former and let them wander further, moving over him, mapping him like an uncharted planet. One of your arms slips around his neck, giving him your weight, and Qimir's hand slips under your knee to catch you.
His hand is rough, guiding your leg around his hip, finding a balance.
He is pressed up against you now, cock hardening against your stomach. An involuntary gasp escapes from your mouth, and Qimir nips at the sound, sucking at your lip, beads of seawater dripping from his mouth into yours.
"Careful," Qimir repeats, only this time, it sounds like a question.
Should I be careful? Do you want me to be?
You shake your head slowly, a fine mist of salt water blowing in from the sea, coating your lashes, and Qimir's lips part in a half smile, pleased.
He's not careful. Careful is gentle caresses and the press of his mouth between your legs, warming you from the inside out, drinking from you like a nectar.
This isn't careful.
He doesn't get you ready, doesn't warm your cunt with his fingers, doesn't press you open in increments. He invites your legs around his hips, grasping at your ass with one hand for leverage, and pushes into you in one long and interrupted stroke that knocks the breath from your lungs, knocks your bones from your body.
You press your face into his shoulder, biting down with a whimper, probably leaving marks. That's okay. He likes marks, likes the feeling of your nails dragged down his back.
You're at war with yourself, split in the same way that Qimir is splitting you in half with his cock; a need to squirm away from the overpowering sensation; a need to invite him deeper, harder, faster.
He makes a soothingâ borderline mocking â sound against your cheek and strokes your hair back from your wet cheeks; and holds you there, pinned open for him, fluttering and adjusting to the size of his cock.
"Oh? How does it feel?" Qimir asks, still stroking your cheeks.
"Good."
He smiles and lifts your chin with his knuckles and drinks a salt water kiss from your lips. "Good. You're ready for more."
It's not a question.
Seawater runs down your stinging cheeks, sensitive from the stubble on his carved jawline, mixing with the moisture that streams from the corners of your eyes as Qimir finally moves inside of you, dragging his cock out and pushing back in with a sweet and lethal slowness that borders on painful, so controlled; reaching inside and unraveling you from a place so deep that no one else could ever hope to uncover it; no one but him.
He likes it that way. Just him.
#listen... i don't even know and i have work in like six hours#iâll fix any mistakes in the morning gn#qimir fic#laracrofted writes
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