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I see NOBODY talking about out local dwarf.
Look at him. He looks so terrified about the sole thought of his new friends meeting the one creature that ate all his friends before. He doesn't want to loose this guys. They're far too young. He himself was around their ages [relatively, Chil's out of this but he doesnt get it] when it all happened.
Oooh he panicking. He terrified now. His friends are going to die eaten alive. He just knows it. He can't see that happen. He doesn't... he can't. He's going to get killed. They're all going to get killed. Just like last time. PTSD hitting hard here.
OH THE SCREAMS. THE FUCKING SCREAMS. *cheffkiss*
He sounds so blinded by fear. SO TERRIFIED.
Listen to it in English and japaneese, i heard all the others, not as good. The English VA left his lungs in the studio I just know it. Same for japaneese.
This is the face of a man that knows he's met his fate.
#how tf is no one talking about senshi yet#im dissapointed on senshi nation#i gotta do everything around here huh?#.. i actually just wanted to share how good the screams were lol. i loved this episode#I love how they portrayed Senshi's fear. the absolutely nailed it. nevermind the rest of the episode. that scream was it.#senshi nation if youre out there please show your boy some love. he might die.#dungeon meshi#senshi#senshi of izganda#senshi dungeon meshi#senshi dunmeshi#senshi delicious in dungeon#senshi dm#why are there so many senshi tags tf#delicious in dungeon#dunmeshi#laios#laios touden#dungeon meshi spoilers#kinda??#my shit
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#hades game#hades 2#hades 2 spoilers#hades chronos#not enough people hrny for the old man yet. i gotta do everything myself around here huh#my art
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uh, since I guess I like homestuck now, might as well ask what yalls favorite troll blood color is. not like I have anything better to do anyways.
was bored, thought "eh I like homestuck now might as well poke at the gits a bit with a poll" big new idea I know. just kinda want to get a good idea of what the favored blood color is around these parts. also because it would line up well with another poll idea I have but that's future stuff and I don't feel like thinking about it right now. enjoy the poll folks of tumblr!
I am very sorry I could not put an other option. I have failed you, myself, my family, my friends, the horde, paleontologists everywhere and the general universe at large.
#ok have fun with this. i put this off for hours and ended up taking a floor nap to digest a slightly too large meal so this is being posted>#at like 3 am. so i will admit there is a wee bit of rambling sleepy nonsense in the air around this post.#anyways. hello homestuck enjoyers. fans and everything in-between. I have to admit you got me good. as a sign of surrendering to this new -#reality that i live in. here is a little poll to get to know yall better. have fun! i know i do with polls#oh yeagh i gotta tag this with homestuck so it actually reaches people. lol i should really go to bed sooner huh?#homestuck#poll#ok done time for milk. a pee and going to bed
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Finally got the 2012 Stockman-Fly figure & gave him a very long overdue repaint.
#my life#stockman collection#things i changed:#1 his clothes were the wrong colors so i made them show accurate#2: his hair was gray so i made it black#3: his moustache wasn't painted i painted it#4: the 2 mouths weren't colored or detailed#5: the hole in his back where his wings sprouted weren't painted. i painted it#6: i colored his neck & his white button down#7: colored his socks#8: his wings were the wrong color & lacked details so i painted them otherwise#9: colored in the hairs sticking out his clothes#10: colored his eyes & eyelashes the appropriate colors#its like they didn't try with him#i gotta do everything myself around here huh#baxter stockman#tmnt#2012
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are there any zamia and star fics out there? I need to have more of my bbgs
#spoken as a person who has never used ao3 and therefore wouldn't know where to start#if there aren't any fics then I guess I gotta do everything myself around here huh#lmao#jrwi#rain rambles
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rwrb king of my heart gifset but it's from henry's POV
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i have GOT to get more obsessed with my own ocs
#fucked up no one else is making lore for these guys. gotta do everything by myself around here huh#gonna start taking the dnd character approach i think#outfit is Whatever based on a Theme they get a pinterest board a playlist and a prayer and maybe then I'll start writing for them#who knows
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for the love of shinou will someone put gwendal in the shiftythrifting "I have a migraine and no context for this" shirt
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#every time I call someone my best friend they turn into a fucking problem that just hurts me and makes me sick#is it me? am I doing something wrong? am I not supposed to have close friends?#or am I just such a fuckup that by being myself itâs inevitable that Iâll ruin my friendships?#kissed my bro on the cheek last week when he wasnât doing too great and in my mind I was doing it just as an extra way to be encouraging#and show my support and that Iâm here for him cause tbh Iâve done that with plenty of other friends and it ainât no thing#but after a week of wondering why heâs been distant and not wanting to be around me when Iâm saying I just need some time with a friend he#finally admits that he thought that was weird and out of line. so I gotta backtrack and try to explain myself but now all the stupid little#pieces be fitting and I realize that heâs probably been misconstruing me wanting time with him as thinking Iâm gonna try to flirt with him#or something else fucking dumb like that. despite the fact that that has never been the case and he knows me fundamentally as a person and#should know I wouldnât ever do anything that could make either of us cheaters even incidentally. plus heâs basically like a brother to me#and I have an AFAB partner so itâs not like Iâm trolling for cock anyway and he knows that too. but now I gotta go back through every#interaction weâve had since that happened and analyze whether or not I was weird or awkward or inappropriate in some way that he could be#upset about at all. and also act like everything is fine and keep it pushing like normal and police every future action to be safe too#because of course he canât just be straight up about anything or tell me if something bothered him no I gotta play a whole ass fucking#guessing game. and now I also canât trust that my best friend who is supposed to know me so well wonât take things I say/do the wrong way.#canât trust that my best friend wonât see me in a poor light now because itâs clearly been affecting the friendship#and like totally thatâs my bad I overstepped a boundary I didnât realize was there but you should have just fucking told me at the time#instead of pulling this shit and giving me anxiety and blowing me off and making me feel like shit#canât rely on him or trust him or anything and whatâs the fucking point of even having a best friend if this is what happens? Iâm at the end#of my fucking rope right now so stressed and anxious and no matter how much I try to talk to him or anything he just brushes me off and#wonât let me explain or get my feelings out or anything else. but hey at least I was around for him the other day when he needed somebody#good thing I was there to keep him from going back to drinking or something else stupid and could help him out. cause thatâs what really#matters right just being able to help somebody else when they need it even if they donât reciprocate and are actively hurting me instead of#just being there for me as a friend. guess we try again tomorrow huh? what else can be done I suppose. just get to suffer and be riddled#with anxiety and stress and depression eating away at me and ruining my fucking life. canât even enjoy the Olympics or anything else because#Iâm stuck overthinking this dumb shit. just want this to be over and things to be back to normal. wanna stop being upset about this shit and#be able to let it go but I donât fucking know how and I canât keep losing friends because itâs killing me#personal
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ig my biggest issue with fandoms is the almost... false closeness thats there in them? ig since i was a kid and wasnt good at enforcing boundaries and was just excited to find ppl with the same interest I didn't really think about it but be real like, there was a vibe that it was "okay" and "fine" to expose a lot about ourselves to eachother that... i think if we knew eachother irl... we'd hafta be a lot closer than that to see or hear about that stuff...
#like ig am i the only one who thinks its kinda weird when ppl would pass fanfics around??#ig its just kinda normal now or whatever but think about it. youd hafta be closer friends with someone- besides just sharing an interest-#to see their slash fics right?? doesnt it seem kinda weird that ppl used to be so willing to toss that out there#ig the level of anonymity helps but my point isnt rly about the fics so much as it is... sharing information thats personal to you#i definitely didnt know how to assert boundaries as a kid- like i just didnt know it was an option for me to be like 'no i dont want to do#that' -wow that sounds really fucked up outloud huh!#ig my autonomy was taken from me so much as a kid i kinda just assumed i wasnt the one who got a lot of choices#and no one really taught me enough about internet safety .-. my mom did once but... she didnt push very hard#and that ended me up in a lot of shitty situations- like on here. how i posted a pic of myself when i was a fuckin child#sexualizing myself and some adult commented something suggestive back to me and ig i just. thought i had to accept the situation#like i just. thought it was ok to happen. ig since i had so many ppl rob me of my bodily autonomy before that it just seemed normal#or at the very least it was something i couldnt change so i didnt try and at the time figured i had to accept as normal#and since no one intervened to tell me what any of those ppl did to me was wrong i just. didnt think about how it effected me or if that#even mattered#so why is my life so dark exactly whys it gotta be like this tho#ig its kinda hypocritical of me to post this. i mean i use my account as like a diary sometimes or that im just yelling into the void lol#but thats also kinda because of all of this honestly. i think i realized i didnt want it to be that way for a while and stopped#but after all the shit with my abuser on here its like.. i feel like i cant not be as open as i am?#idk its like... a testimony or something ig. idk how to describe it. ig i just feel like ill always hafta be defending myself online from#everything. and if i dont talk about every little thing that makes me fucked up then people wont leave me tf alone about shit i cant contro#or change. like i cant go back in the past and not do whatever. but also as far as any actual harm ive done there isnt really... much there#ive had shitty ideas normalized to me sure but i dont really feel like i passed those ideas on to anyone really
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horny reader sending toji soapy titties pics when he's out so he gets home and makes her cum by just playing with her nipples and talking her through it :3
Û« â toji talking you through an Ăłrgasm after you tease him with pics while heâs at work
warnings. fem! reader, dirty talk, nipple play, fingering, praise / mdni.
you always loathed whenever toji had work, meaning heâd be gone for so many hours.
boredom always overtook you.
youâd be laid on the bed, specifically his side of the bed while having a staring contest with the ceiling. nevertheless, you get an idea so you decide to take a nice relaxing bubble bath. with a good thirty minutes of straight silenceâyou reach for your phone, snapping a good two pictures of tits. the pretty bubbles of soap that ran down, you bring a hand up to give your nipple a soft squeeze as the camera flashed before sending it to toji.
giggling, you watch as the message immediately goes straight to read, meaning toji opened your picture immediately.
of course, it took toji about thirty seconds to actually reply â all he replies with is with a subtle, âThatâs cute. Iâll be home in a few.â
deeply in thought, you pondered what that was about, you just couldnât wait for toji to finally be home. you clearly missed him and even changed into something pretty for him.
nothing too risquĂ©âŠ.
just one of his oversized shirts, you knew he loved whenever you walked around with nothing but one of his clothings. after drying yourself off and moisturizing with candied smelling lotion. you crawled back into the bed and as if right on cue, toji came through the door.
âtoji!â youâd beam, stretching your arms out and about to hug him.
ânah baby, donât touch me.â he grumbles in a gruff voiceâyou took in his scent, a strong rousing cologne scent that left you craving for more. he got into the bed and you gasp once he lifts up your ; his shirt. âyou know youâre in trouble right?â
you grow quiet as he snuggles up against you, sliding off his shoes before bringing your straight into his arms. âwhat for?â
âgirl,â he utters in a rasp, you let off a soft moan once toji drags you towards his lapâyouâre facing the opposite way of him, and a rough hand of his grabs onto your right tit. âyouâve got some nerve, princess. not only were you touching yourself while i wasnât here, but you also sent pictures of yourself to me while i was at work,â and you start to softly pant, feeling him swipe a thumb against your perky nipple. âwhat if i was around people huh? and they saw my cute baby all exposed ân provocative?â
âiâmâŠs-sorry, you huffed out a frustrated breath. his touch was so warm. you started to feel yourself getting heated, in that kind of way. the way that makes you drenched between your thighs. âyou were gone all day ân i thought iâd show you myseââ
âi understand princess but you shouldnât be touching yourself in the first place,â and for a moment his voice grew smooth and tenderâyou slump your head back against his chest before he moved his free hand towards between your legs. âwhatâd i tell you about touching yourself, girl? besides, ya canât even do it properly.â
you heard the low snicker follow shortly afterwards, and he was so smug and condescending.
âya canât even touch yourself right, what makes you think you can make yourself cum?â he murmurs against your neck before playfully licking a stripe against your tender skin.
you start to whimper, feeling him squeeze against your left breast, another rubbing against your panties.
âi-i can.â you pout, intaking a sharp breath from the sheer warmth to of his touch.
âbaby, yâer fingers are fuckinâ useless,â he chuckles. you frown from his teasing before you let off a soft moan once you feel tojiâs thick fingers graze and brush against the middle part of your panties. âgotta do everything for you,â he sighs, planting a kiss against your collarbone. he felt you breathing back against him. you gnaw on your lip as tojiâs still playing with your breasts. âdid you touch down here?â
your breathing continued to pick up, and you squeeze your eyes shut for a brief second. âum, no.â
âum, yeah,â he hisses. tojiâs jaw tightens and you let off a needy mewl once he runs a thumb down your slit before feeling it slowly sink inâyouâre so wet it happens so easily, and your heads just lazily laid back against his chest. âif you didnât touch yourself, how come youâre all drenched?â
âi wasââ
âdumb soaked liars shouldnât speak,â he cuts you off, and you moan once he presses a little pressure against your hardened nipple, feeling a bit a few droplets of water trickle down. âi donât hold grudges though, especially not with you, baby,â and his words were tame and smooth right against your ear. âbut i feel kinda bad. least i can do is give you an orgasm huh? ya want that, princess?â
you sniffle, giving his wrist a firm tug. âyesyes, please. touch me more.â
âshouldnât do shit after that little slutty stunt you pulled,â he growls, and you moan once he starts to maneuver small circles against your cuntâtwo fingers now softly making its way inside. tojiâs got your panties shoved to the side and your bottom lip quavers. âbutâŠi donât wanna make my baby more needy than she has to be.â
âtoji,â youâd sulk, and the warmth of his breath forevermore continued to blow against your ear whenever he laughed. âmake me cum, p-please.â
he was so smooth with his fingers, adding just enough pressure to where youâre feeling yourself grow hot and bothered each second.
âno one should see these girls but me,â he snickers, giving your nipple a soft squeeze. you were so sensitive, especially thereâyet he knew that. âher too.â toji coyly grins, the top of his fingers prod against clit as he feels you bare around his digits. âcanât leave ya by yourself can i? i can just imagine how many others times you were here waiting, playing with yourself, hmpf.â
âitâ it was just this one time.â you moaned, immense tension building up. a sudden breeze of from the cool air danced against your skin. toji smiles, knowing each exact angle to hit you with his fingers.
you remain sojourned against his chest, and toji brings his chin towards your right shoulderâyou conceal an incoming moan once heâs just lightly ramming his fingers in and out of you. itâs sloppy, the plethora rings of squelches sang in harmony and you werenât sure how much longer you could last. âand itâll be the last right, baby?â
âyes. promise, toji please.â youâd hiccup, and as he still has one of your breasts in the inner depths of his hand, your legs trembled in longing desire.
âokay,â he purrs, nipping a kiss towards your neck. you pierce your nails into his arm before after a few long tension building moments. you cum, and you cum hard. you eye sight hazy, swallowing thickly you panted heavily. âgood girl, good messy girl. relax.â
you huffed and puffed quietly, legs stuttering and shaking with such pleasure that youâre at an almost lost for words. so embarrassing you could barely pronounciate his name. your words broke and broke. ât-to-joiiii.â
âpoor baby,â he whispers, fingers still shoved into your pussy. it stays there for the time being before you feel him curl his index finger just a few inches upward towards your sweet nub and you choke out a cry. âooh. thatâs a good little girl,â and his praises went straight to your heart. tojiâs hand caressingly trailed down your chest towards your tummy before clearing his throat. âthis wonât happen again, will it?â
âm-maybe.â you slur, and youâre taken aback once he turns you over to give you a chaste kiss.
toji stares at you before groaning. âthought youâd say that. what a fuckinâ shame,â and you gasp out a noise once toji makes you land on your chest before giving your ass a playful spank. âiâve been too nice, princess. now i gotta really show you what your pictures did to me. so arch for me.â
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vegasbaby.#toji smut#toji x reader#toji fushiguro smut#fushiguro toji x reader#toji x you#jjk smut#jjk x you#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen smut#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen x you#jujustsu kaisen x reader#female reader#tw sex
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Unexpected Tendencies
a/n: this basically happened w/ my bf so I had to turn it into a fic nsdjnsjk word count: 1k tags: logan howlett x fem!reader (can be read as gn!), smutty smut smut warnings: basically just bathroom sex, rough sex ig, daddy kink, implied age gap, praise kink, degradation, everything my heart longs for, 18+, mdni dividers by: @strangergraphics-archive pictures are from pinterest
Your fingers scratched on the oval mirror in front of you, desperate to get some sort of hold for some balance. There was no feeling in your hips anymore, the ramming against the edge of the sink now irrelevant. All you could think about was the man behind you, who had you bend over, both hands under your jaw, holding onto you like it was the only thing he was made to do.
The sounds in the bathroom consisted of the echoes of your skins clashing together, decorated with panting and moaning and the occasional filth coming out of Loganâs mouth here and there.
You? Yea, you were too fucked to even think about blurting anything that made sense.
âYes, yes, yes.â You moan out, each one of the words matching the brutal pace Logan had on you. A hand of yours reached to get a grip on his wrist, your nails digging into his rough skin to cope with the pain that felt so good.
All Logan did as a response was release a chuckle, the speed and force of his thrusts remaining the same. âGetting fucked so well you canât even speak huh, princess?â He mocked, grunting out the words as he travelled a hand of his to where your lower back meets your ass, clutching the skin as if it was the only thing worth holding on to in life.
You knew it would leave bruises; gosh you hoped it would leave bruises. Logan leaving his marks all over you, showing the world that you were his; yes. That was what you wanted. And that was exactly what you were getting.
The heels you decided to wear were starting to give in now. A foot of yours slipped further out, forcing Logan to squat a bit to adjust to the lowered height. The change of angle forced out a high-pitched moan out of you, his cock now hitting a spot that had yet been untouched tonight.
Out of sudden Logan stopped his thrusts, snickering at the whiny noises you were making, and replaced his rough pace with soft rolls of his hips. âRelax.â He purred into your ear, his hairy chest now leaning on your back, the texture of the sweaty hair tickling your skin. âTell me what you want, love.â Logan breathed, pressing your leg that had moved back closer to the other.
âPlease.â You whined, not knowing what you were asking for yourself. All you could do was reach your palm behind you to caress his face, silently begging him to do anything; just something.
Logan hummed at your gesture, finding it amusing. He turned his face into your hand, placing a single kiss there. âGotta tell me what ya want.â
âLoâŠâ
âHm?â He kept his hips rolling in the same motion as before, clearly enjoying the way you were struggling to form words. When there still was no answer from you, except for more panting, he moved his hand back to your face, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear before tracing a finger around your lips.
Without thinking you opened your mouth slightly, allowing his finger in. Immediately your lips wrapped around his thick finger, sucking on the skin of the older man.
âLook at ya.â Logan mumbled, admiring your motions in the mirror, looking into your eyes through it. âSuch a good girl. Canât even talk but smart enough to do as sheâs told.â
Moaning at his words you arched your back even further, urging him to get back to fucking you the way you wanted.
He picked up on your needs, let out another low chuckle, and stood up straight, both of his hands now resting on your ass as he pounded into you. Your moans now louder than ever, your eyes rolling back as far as possible, Logan was satisfied. This is exactly what he wanted to give to you; exactly what he thought you deserved. A proper fuck just for his girl.
âFuck, fuck!â You moan out, hands now gripping the sides of the sink, the cold marble creating a contrast to your burning hot body temperature.
âYou love this cock, donât you?â Logan bragged, knowing exactly what kind of an effect he had on you. With a harsh flick of his wrist, he delivered a spank to your ass, gripping the exact spot he just hit. âTell me you do.â
âYes, fuck, I love it, daddy.â You moaned out, eyes widening at the realization of what you just said. Did I really just say that?
His hips faltered at your words, an eyebrow of him raising as a response to your words. âDid you just call me âdaddyâ?â Logan asked, one corner of his mouth quirking up.
You made eye contact with him through the mirror once again. This had never happened before. You had never called him that, nor have you ever had a conversation of where you talked about what you were into where this kink was mentioned. It had just slipped out. Given by his reaction, you did not know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing. After letting a moment pass, you hesitantly gave him a small nod, biting your bottom lip in anticipation for his reaction.
But all Logan did was let out a breathy laugh, speeding up the snaps of his hips once again. Â
Thank fuck.
âYou're adorable.â He mocked once again, taking in the view he had in front of him. âBe good and tell daddy how much you love his cock, wonât ya?â
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#marvel#x men#x-men#xmen#wolverine#wolverine x reader#logan howlett#logan howlett x reader#logan howlett smut#smut#this was so much fun
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first sleepover with worst!logan *mdni
the two of you hadn't been together very long before you invited logan to stay over; and to say he was hesitant would be an understatement.
"i'm not sure, princess..." he mumbles, getting up from the couch to leave again.
"c'mon lo..." you purr, stopping him by crawling into his lap. "it's getting late anyways."
this was the latest he had been over; almost three am. you weren't sure why he was so insistent on leaving, during the day he would hang around your apartment for hours but when night falls, he's eager to go. none of it made sense to you but to logan, it was crystal.
to start, he didn't want you to get too attached. logan couldn't have a sweet young girl like yourself get wrapped up in his twisted ways. from the moment first saw you in your silky, tiny nightgown he knew he wouldn't last a whole night alone with you.
"ain't gotta worry about me, sweetheart." he said, tucking a strand of lose hair behind your ear. "i can take care of myself out there."
you look up at him with these sad pouty lips that remind logan of one of the many times he's been shot in his lifetime. he loathed how soft you're making him; smoothing ever sharp edge of him until you've molded him into your perfect mate.
"pretty please, logan." you whine, wrapping both arms around his neck. the begging was only making it worse for him.
"i don't want to have to do this, doll face." he sighed, hands unknowingly traveling to your hips and playing with this silk.
"then stay here with me."
logan didn't think he was this weak. the old him would've just barked in your face and stormed out of the apartment already; but instead he's being dragged into your bedroom. the only part of your apartment that logan has never seen. well, technically he's peeked in once or twice but he's never been inside. everything about the room reminded him of you. soft pastels plastered everywhere and cute little decorations littered about.
what really got him was your bed. baby blue sheets with matching pillows and a decorative heart pillow front and center. if wade saw him sitting in this girly bed, logan would never hear the end of it. but for her? he would lay here until he died.
"whatcha think?" you ask him with a small smile.
"looks just like you; pretty and vibrant." he says, one hand on your jaw to pull you into a quick kiss.
logan stripped himself of his shirt before climbing in next to you. both of you laid on your sides with one of logan's arms wrapped firmly around your abdomen in the quiet bedroom. time passes and logan thinks he's finally got himself under control; falling asleep peacefully for once.
"mmm... lo..." you groan softly from your slumber.
logan wasn't an idiot, he knew what has happening. it wasn't easy but he tried to block you out, ignoring your sweet cries for him which had become manageable until you began squirming against him; your volume increasing little by little.
finally, he had to put an end to this torture. both large hands placed on your waist tightly and almost harshly to stop your movements, ultimately awakening you.
"lo, what are you-"
"can't even behave while sleeping, huh?" his voice was hot against your ear. logan's right hand travels up the nightgown to paw at your chest in a way that made your eyes roll back. his left hand travels south, exposing the thin matching material underneath your nightgown which sends your head flying back against his shoulder. the movement exposes your neck to him, biting and licking as he pleases.
"s-s-sorry for... for w-waking you up-p." you apologize, moving against his lower hand.
"no need to apologize, dollface." logan chuckles darkly at the eagerness and candor in your voice. "this is a much better sleepover than i imagined."
#logan howlett x reader#james logan howlett#logan howlett#hugh jackman wolverine#deadpool and wolverine#logan howlett smut#logan x reader#wolverine angst#wolverine x reader#logan howlett angst#logan howlett oneshot#logan howlett fluff#logan howlett imagine#logan howlett fanfiction#logan wolverine#wolverine fluff#wolverine one shot#wolverine x oc#wolverine#wolverine smut#marvel cinematic universe#x men comics#x men#blurbs by sel
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#hubby didn't close the windows when it started raining despite being in that room... so there were huge puddles#in the window sill... on the wood that i just had to mop up real fast and now i've got a fan set up on high blowing on them so hopefully#that'll dry them up before they get damaged too bad -_-#man i really do gotta be in charge of everything around here huh#venting tw#negativity tw#and it was frikking downpouring... so a lotta water got in before i noticed they were open#heck. not thrilled
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LUKE CASTELLAN FIRST TIME DRABBLE.
someone requested, here u go !
nsfw ahead !
luke castellan who laps at your pussy with no remorse while you thrash and cry.
his middle finger stuffed in your weeping cunt, curling and tilting just the right way to make tears roll.
he had to treat you perfectly for your first time.
his lips attach right onto your puffy clit, fingers unapologetically thrusting in and out of your slickness. âtastes â tastes good, babe. donât cry.â his hips rocking back and forth, needy hips doing anything to relieve his neglected cock of the pain of being solid.
ââs suckinâ me right back in, huh?â he asked, his arm flexed to roll your nipple between his thumb and index finger.
he doesnât stop. hands gripping your trembling thighs to keep them apart. âshh, shh, shh. feels good, doll, i know. gotta be quiet,â crescents being formed by his nails on you. his mark.
you whine and moan while he eats your cunt like itâs his fuel, a smile washing over his face when you arch your back off of the bed, fingers tangled in his hair.
âgotta stop, canât do this now.â you didnât mean it, the thought of being caught made you grind your cunt onto his warm mouth.
âyes we can,â luke insisted, his voice raw with need. ânot stoppinâ âtill you cum.â
âcanât take it, luke,â you grip his hair when he slips his tongue inside of your leaking cunt, tongue sliding against your walls, coating it in his saliva.
your thighs shake and your back continues to arch off the bed in an effort to not let go. to get him off of you. to get him to stop eating your cunt like a madman. âyou can take it, youâll take it.â he didnât even bat an eye, he was determined to get you to cum.
his nails dig deeper with each twitch or fidget, cementing you in place.
warm fingers lousily circle your puffy clit, a soft tongue thrusts in and out of you so smoothly. his tongue swirls around your folds, tasting your sweet juices.
he continues to rut his fat cock against the bed, the wet cloth of his boxers soothing his sensitive, puffy tip. he whimpers under his breath each time he bucks his hip into the wood.
âclose?â he grunted, you nod instantly. âcumminâ,â your whimpers loud and desperate.
luke sucked and kisses on your clit hard, fingers now back inside, moving in an out of your cunt.
âthatâs it, cum for me.â
you rapidly came all over his tongue, juices covering his jaw instantaneously. he sucked up every bit, swallowing with pride.
his own release was imminent. he cums right after you, cock drowning in all of his hot seed.
âfirst time for everything,â
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Peter places an envelope on Tony's desk.
Tony looks up confused, "huh? What's that for?"
"It's for you," he points awkwardly at the plain blue envelope, held closed with a Darth Vader sticker.
"It's not my birthday kid." He snaps the protective face shield back down as he picks up his soldering iron, sparks flying as he gets back to work.
"I know that I, uh. It's from, it's for. It's yours. I gotta go, see you later Mr. Stark!" Peter hikes his backpack up tighter as he skips out of the lab.
Tony grunts in acknowledgement without looking up, eyes focused on the searing metal in front of him.
* * *
"Tony? I thought you were gonna have dinner with me after Peter left," Pepper saunters down into the workspace in a flattering pair of jeans and baby blue blouse.
"I was. I am. He left like five minutes ago," Tony waves at her without taking his eyes from the computer he's typing on.
"Happy drove him home two hours ago. Come, have a nice sit down meal with me." Pepper wraps her arms around his shoulders from behind, kissing the top of his head.
"I can have a sit down meal. I'm sitting right now, bring the carbonara down here and it'll be a proper date," Tony replies.
"Yeah, you me and your computer. How romantic. Tony, come upstairs- what's this?"
Tony glances up to see her holding a blue envelope.
"Uh, it's the kids."
Pepper flips it around, "it says To Mr. Stark From Peter on the back."
Tony just shrugs and goes back to typing on his computer.
The delicate glue of the sticker is undone under Pepper's sharp nails as she opens up the envelope and pulls something from inside.
"It's illegal to open someone else's mail y'know," Tony teases.
"Tony this- god you are such an asshole!" Pepper smacks Tony on the back of the head with the envelope.
"Ow! What the- what did I do now! I was just joking about the carbonara thing... mostly."
Tony finally meets Pepper's eyes of scorn. She tosses something in front of him with a huff.
"Tony, he even used a Darth Vader sticker. Do you know how adorably geeky and topical that is? You have got to start paying more attention to the living breathing people in front of you instead of your machines. Dinner is ready, please come upstairs."
Tony watches her leave as the clack of her heels fade away with every step. He's not sure what Darth Vader has to do with missing dinner, but he's quick to get up and start to follow.
He pauses before he makes it out the door, turning to finish the last line of code before he forgets the function. He pushes something off of his keyboard to type and press save.
Tony can't remember the last time he looked up from his work long enough to consume solid food. He's so ready to carb-load with some Italian food, turning away from the computer and blue envelope.
Tony's eyebrows furrow. Hm. Darth Vader sticker.
Tony turns back around and picks up the envelope from beside his keyboard.
This must be what the kid was yapping about earlier. Tony sticks his hand inside and finds a card, pulling it out.
"Father's Day it is," the front says in bold lettering with a picture of Yoda crudely hand-drawn with a sharpie and green highlighter. Tony flips it open, "celebrate you we must" is written in the middle of the page.
Below is a message in smaller writing; "Thank you for everything Mr. Stark, we wouldn't be here without you!" with a blob of sharpie that looks suspiciously like it's scribbled out a small heart, then signed "From Peter, Dum-E and U" each name written in their own unique handwriting.
"Friday, what day is it?"
"It is Sunday June 16th, also celebrated as Father's Day in countries such as the United States, Canada, and the UK."
Hm.
Tony stands there and stares at the card for longer than he'd ever admit before looking up at Dum-E.
"You help with this?" he asks, pointing at the card.
Dum-E chirps happily, twirling his claw around.
"Your hand writing's terrible."
* * *
Peter enters the lab slowly, an unsureness to him that's out of character.
It's Wednesday, his usual day for coming over to Tony's workshop. He hasn't heard anything from Tony since Sunday, not that he usually does. Still, the quietness has unnerved him. He's not sure what he was even expecting from his mentor; silence is probably the nicest response he could hope for after embarrassing himself like that.
"Hi Mr. Stark," he greets once he spots the older man sitting next to a complicated tangle of wires.
"Hey kid, can you go to the computer and run the command I have open for me?"
"Sure thing!" Peter says as he dumps his backpack onto the floor and jogs over.
The two get into an easy rhythm and Peter's practically forgotten why he was nervous in the first place when, "hey grab us some sodas will you," Mr. Stark asks him.
Peter walks up to the fridge in the corner of the room when he notices something new.
In the center of the silver metal lies a single piece of paper, stuck to the refrigerator with a plain magnet seemingly scrapped from some old hardware in the lab.
Tony has his Father's Day card displayed like some dorky parent whose kid got a half-decent report card, showcased on a fridge like a toddler's finger painted masterpiece.
It makes Peter so happy he can't wipe the stupid grin off his face the entire time he's grabbing sodas and delivering one to Tony.
The older hums a thanks without looking away from his project, but as Peter turns away Tony's own face contorts into a pleased smile all of his own.
The two share identical smiles all afternoon, hidden behind soda cans and computer screens.
#happy father's day#irondad and spiderson#peter parker#tony stark#marvel mcu#iron dad#irondad#they're a family ur honour!#btw peter got flowers for both May and Pepper on mothers day because hes a gentleman <3#spider man#iron man
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