#i want to ride him

[moonyflesh]

dating Logan Howlett would include…

WARNINGS: smutty. p in v, oral sex, fingering, breeding kink, orgasm teasing/control, mentions of aggressive/risky sex, (language, obviously), etc. - [🔞]

CHARACTERS: James “Logan” Howlett (MARVEL/X-MEN/WOLVERINE)

🐾 .*.. 🩹

- possessive smacks on the ass when you pass him in the hall.

- all talk, but no bite (he would never actually hurt you).

- routine scalp massages (on both ends), usually ending in you both being passed out on the other’s bed.

- having to label what food is yours, or he will eat it.

- constantly scolding him for his chapped lips…where he continuously looses the chapsticks you graciously lend him (he always buys you more).

- playful banter that usually ends with you bent over whatever flat surface is nearby.

- having to get used to loud chewing. i mean, it’s Logan. what do you expect?

- not much physical show of affection in public- that’s reserved for behind closed doors. (an occasional press of his lips to your forehead, or his hand on the small of your back is as far as he’s willing to put on display for the student’s prying eyes).

- thriving off of each other’s warmth at night- tangled up in each other under some thin duvet.

- country, bluegrass, and old as fuck music. don’t you dare even think about turning on “that shitty music you like so much” around him.

- being turned on by your makeup on him in some way— lipstick prints smeared along the collar of his white t-shirt- your mascara running down your face and smearing onto his fingers when he wipes it off.

- (^) just you making an absolute mess on him in general. he fucking loves it.

- needing to take sharp intakes of breath in between his kisses, since he physically can hold his breath for much longer than the “average mutant”.

- rough, meaningful sex. there is no such thing as a ‘quickie’ in his book. he wants to savor your moments of vulnerability.

- more teeth than tongue. he wants to feel how you squirm under him when his canines sink into your lips, shoulders, and inner thighs.

- (^) lovebites and hickeys. you’re not allowed to leave the house unless there’s something that’s marking you as taken. as his.

- wearing his clothes when he’s gone for long periods of time.

- long motorcycle rides, usually at night. (he makes you wear a helmet and plenty of protective leather, much to his enjoyment).

- soaking in your scent. he always knows when your needy. he can smell it on you.

- oh, and he smells like cedar wood and pine. Maybe a bit of cigar smoke- his natural sweat smell he can’t seem to get rid of? Something Iike that.

- (^) him going absolutely feral when he can smell himself on you- his cologne, cigars- just his general aura on you is such a massive turn on for him.

- lots of loving nips and kisses, though. constantly has his lips pressed against the nape of your neck or crown of your skull.

- sleeps with you in his arms. no way in hell you’re allowed to wake up before him.

- face sitting. he wants every pound of you on his mouth and nose, his arms wrapped up and around your thighs, pushing your cunt into his tongue.

- wanting to feel good too. no matter how hard he’s been going down on you, he wants release, too.

- praise. lots of shrewd language and name-calling.

><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>

“fuck, that’s my good fucking girl- you’re doing so good, sweetheart- so pretty all sweaty and wet cuzzah’ me, huh?”

><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>

- face fucking. he’ll stop no matter how close he is to his peak if you need him to, but he wants it so far down your throat. and you better swallow every last drop.

- breeding kink? idk i just feel like he’s super into seeing you carry his kid (only when you’re ready, though. he of all people knows what a big deal pregnancy is).

- decent aftercare. he at least puts some amount of effort into it; probably brings you a glass of lukewarm water, a damp towel from his bathroom, maybe one of his t-shirts if he thinks of it.

- expect to wait a while for him to say “i love you” back. he’s been hurt. too many times. he loves you, he breathes you, he craves you. he just doesn’t know if he’s ready to actually admit that to himself yet, let alone to you.

[almond-tofuuu]

Wanna sit on Zayne’s lap (innocently) facing him with my face buried in his chest while he works 😊 and then maybe after a while grind on him a lil, just enough to rile him up, and then keep doing it until he snaps and pounds me into the nearest surface 😊

anon you are not the only one who wants to do this!!! If I've said it once, I'll say it again: ZAYNE WANTS US TO GRIND DOWN IN HIM!! why else would he keep letting us sit in his lap 🤷🏻‍♀️

Also sorry it took so long for me to write this, work has been brutal 😭😭😭 hope you enjoy!!

Dangerous Game

Zayne x reader

Warnings: nsfw minors dni, grinding, orgasm denial, Zayne's big dick (it needs it's own warning), pet names (Angel)

Zayne was busy, always busy. Even when he came home after a long shift at the hospital, he still had more work that needed to be completed. And you understood, you really did, his job was very important and his meticulous nature was just one of the many things you loved about him. But right now you were cursing the seemingly neverending amount of paperwork stacked on the desk next to him. Hearing that he had actually gotten off work on time for once, you were looking forward to spending an evening curled up on the sofa with your loving boyfriend. But your plans were cut short the moment he picked up a pen and started filling out documents. Watching him from the doorway you let out a small sigh, resigning yourself to spending another evening entertaining yourself, when an idea formed in your mind. Hiding the mischievous smirk growing on your face, you tiptoed your way over to Zayne, stopping beside his chair, gently poking his shoulder. Zayne's eyes flickered over to you, pen halting mid stroke as he gave you his full attention.

"Is there something I can help you with, Angel?" His smooth voice never failed to make your heart flutter, honeyed tone soft and tender, a sound reserved solely for you. Your fingers play with the cuff of his sleeve, a small pout on your lips, one you know he loves. "Can I sit with you? I missed you so much and I just want to be close to you for a while." The corners of Zayne's lips curl up into a soft smile, and you knew he'd give you whatever you wanted, after all Zayne could never say no to you. You were his weakness.

An amused chuckle left Zayne's lips as he swivelled his chair to face you, one hand holding yours whilst the other tapped his thigh, inviting you into his lap. "How can I refuse when you asked so nicely. Come on then, take a seat, Angel." He gently pulled you closer, helping you to straddle his lap, another deep chuckle rumbling from his chest as he watches you bury your face in his chest, breathing in his familiar scent. "Now be good for me, I'm almost finished with these reports. Then we can go watch a movie together." He gives a light squeeze to the plush of your hips before his hands leave you, picking up his pen and resuming his work.

You want to be good for him, you really do try, but your mind begins to wander. There's something about being surrounded by him, his scent overwhelming your senses, the steady rhythm of his heart, his muscular thighs below you, it ignites a fire deep within you, and with every passing second you can feel the growing ache in your core.

You start small at first, squirming slightly in his lap, little wiggles that you play off as "just trying to get comfy". And for a while it's enough, but soon the throbbing in your cunt gets stronger, your clit begging for more friction, something to relieve the pressure building up in your lower stomach. You give an experimental rock of your hips, freezing to wait for Zayne's reaction. When he doesn't respond you do it again, setting a steady rhythm as you grind down on his lap. The zipper on the front of his slacks rubs perfectly against your sensitive clit, the pleasure increasing with every roll of your hips, head burying further into the crook of Zayne's neck, his masculine scent filling your nose, pushing you even closer to your orgasm that is building steadily. Your pussy is dripping now, soaking your panties, your empty hole flutters and pulses as you continue grinding in Zayne's lap, too lost in pleasure to register the tiny whimpers leaving your mouth, forgetting all about subtly as your minds only focus is on your orgasm that is fast approaching. Speeding up your movement, hips pressing down harder into his, a breathy moan of his name falls from your lips as you're about to reach your peak. Just as you feel yourself tumbling over the edge, two strong, cold hands firmly grab your hips, halting your movement completely. You whine desperately at the loss of your orgasm, hips frantically chasing more of that delicious friction that would have your cunt gushing into your panties, but it's useless. Zayne's vice-like grip prevents any of your movements, cold fingers bruising as they dig into the soft flesh of your hips.

"Did you really think I would let you finish like that, Angel?" Zayne whispered lowly in your ear, dark tone sending a shiver down your spine. "I thought I told you to be good, but it seems my girl was just too desperate to wait." You let out a pathetic mewl as Zayne presses you further into his lap, only now noticing the large bulge that has formed in his pants, his cock hard and begging for relief as it grinds against your clothed pussy. "You wanted my attention, Angel? Well you've got it. And I'm going to spend the rest of tonight teaching you what happens to bad girls who don't do as their told." He chuckles darkly, hips rutting up into yours, mercilessly guiding your sensitive cunt along the length of his confined cock. "And I'm not going to stop until you're a begging, whimpering mess."

[kissbirdboy]

should be working, but i can only thinking about riding keigo OH-

tw: not proofread, Mr. President Keigo, slight!sub keigo, screaming??

Oh hell- keigo is adorable.

He is tired, so fucking tired. Came home kicking his boots off and whining about some shitty situation about paperwork.

— hey, pretty thing, calm down — you said, rushing to him, giving him the best hug you could.

He is growling now, so so mad and fucking tired. You two decided to cuddle before any other situation, he deserves all the love and care in the world that you could possibly give it.

Even without his wings, everytime your hand nuzzle his back, he would purr for you.

That's what it led to you both screaming to the world your love. I mean, romanticizing a little, obviously, because in the reality: it was just nasty, glutton about each other.

You're riding him as if your life depends on it, and his head is thrown back, mouth open in delight to you. His eyes half open.

Your hand travelled down his spine, scratching just right.

— FUCK, angel! — he screamed — thank you, thank you, thank you — and non stop mumbles, chirps and coos about how good you felt around him, how much he loved you and how he wanted you to ruin him.

he came so hard afterwards, that he would just mumble mmm's to every little kiss you both shared in the aftercare moment.

[junviadinho]

i just saw a tweet saying that THIS IS HOW MARK LEE LOOK AT YOU WHILE YOU RIDE HIS DICK I'm going crazy.

PLEASE SOMEONE WRITE ABOUT THIS AND TAG ME

[georgiabulldogsfan37]

[chaosjunkieman]

HES JUST SO SCRUMPTIOUS THIS SEASON.

[rocketqueen1989x]

I’m in love with their noses

[kurtcobaingirlie]

how I looked at my mom after she saw "patrick zweig thighs" on my google search

[mentallyillbutokay]

I want to ride him, like it's not even funny anymore

I'd give him an heir alright, it'd take 9 months though

[thesamoanqueen]

Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah. Pic by @dropkickjoshphoto IG

[moonyflesh]

[🥃]

okay but whoever Wolverine’s costume designer was needs a raise and a big fat juicy kiss

[almond-tofuuu]

ahhsksndjsoa I wanna hear ur thoughts on the Medical Rescue card. don't hold back 😂

Oh I have SO MANY THOUGHTS about this!

First if all, if Zayne puts himself in danger ONE MORE GODDAMN TIME I'm going to strangle him (affectionately)

Like sir, pls stop risking your life like this!

Secondly, OMFG I want to do unspeakable things to that man!!!!

The way we not only sat in his lap AGAIN 😫 but he PULLED US IN TO SIT ON HIM!!! god I just know he would let us ride him, like he's practically begging for it atp

(just imagine riding him, his hands on your waist guiding your hips to grind down on his cock 😫 and when you're legs get tired he has enough strength to just take over, using his strong arms to bounce you up and down on his cock 🤤)

Also have you seen how broad he is! 😫 His chest looks so good I just wanna *chomp* take a bite of those titties

And his shoulders UGHHH you just know they would be the perfect place to rest your legs 😉 or grab onto while he roughly pounds into you- 😫😫😫😫😫

And his arm has a visible vein running along it!!!!! (Yes I find that hot, I know I'm a whore)

Also, that back!!!!! I don't know what it is about a toned back on a man that I find so attractive but GODDAMN 🥵🥵🥵 I swear every inch of this man is sculpted by the gods

And speaking of every inch, how many times is he gonna invite us to examine every inch of him?!?!!?

Like sir, I can't tell who's more desperate for it atp, me or him 😂

And then he basically promised to GIVE HIMSELF TO US I- *dies* 💀💀💀💀

I have simped for many fictional men but this man THIS MAN is the only one to make me this feral!!!!

All I can say is he clearly wants us just as much as we want him and I'm willing to get a medical license myself if it means I get to examine every inch of him (if yk what I mean 😏😏😏)

[georgiabulldogsfan37]

I want to ride this cowboy ☺️

[rocketqueen1989x]

lemme suck your balls 🎀

[satrs]

Ok so I’m caught up with the jjk anime now so beware of more jjk content

I’m just ridiculously obsessed with a tall long-haired criminal rn so y’all gotta deal with it

Isn’t he just so dreamy

[spidergirllexi]

☺️☺️

the way he’d let you wear his hat while you ride him, and call you his pretty little cow girl 🤎

“mmh, just like that,” hongjoong praised while he slumped further into the plush pillows beneath. “you ride me so fucking good.”

his words made you smile, and you rolled your hips over him appreciatively. you both resounded in a harmony of curses and moans. he was nestled so deep; with every grind of your hips his tip grazed the sweetest of spots inside you. you were putty in his hands already, but you were determined to keep riding him just the way he liked. “i’m your pretty little cowgirl, right?”

hongjoong chuckled while his hands tightened their grip at the curve of your ass. he picked you up and down, bouncing you on his cock. his thighs tensed and feet dug into the mattress, and he hoisted himself upwards to meet you every time you came down. you were a mess above him, mouth open in broken cries and your nails in his chest. and with your wild hair and his hat atop your head, you looked more beautiful than ever. “yeah, you are. my pretty little cowgirl.”