#vic darling🌸

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I just wanna sit in Logan’s lap and admire his claws and watch him blush 😩

okay but picture this with worst!logan: the concept of body worship is not lost on a one logan howlett. he is the man who will lick and bite and tease each patch of skin to prove his love can emanate beyond mere words. he is the man who will caress the small of your back in public but sink his teeth into the stretch marks across your hips in private. body worship to him is an every time you are together deal. it's a way of life for him.

until that fateful night. you find yourself perched in his lap on the couch, wade is gone, althea has bingo, and the apartment is yours. alone as a movie aimlessly drones on in the background. your kissing him and it's messy and logan can feel his body scream to pin you down against cushions he slept on mere hours ago.

the taste of you is heady on his tongue. a direct shot of adrenaline that kept made him long to pound into you until the legs on the shitty piece of furniture broke. until your screams were heard by the annoying neighbors next door. he's aching and desperate and you're not making his internal war any easier.

his claws are out long before you start grinding against his lap - your fingers tugging at his hair, mouth moving along his throat. he fights to reign them in. the terror of harming you clawing at his chest. but then you pull back. you reach for his hand with a sparkle in your eye, and press a kiss to the cold metal.

your tongue slides along the dull edge, hips shifting to sit directly on his already pulsing cock, and logan feels his sanity snap. the moment you suck on the tip with a soft mewl he cums loud. he's harsh when his hips jolt up into yours - his hand ripping free from your grip to plunge silver into leather. a way for him to steady his movements as he practically humps you.

it's a type of body worship he's never experienced before. admiration for what's made him so cruel - love for the one part of him he loathes. he goes to scold you. explain how fucking wrong that could have gone. but stops dead at the sight of your smile, eyes glazed and chest heaving.

he knows his face is red; crimson bleeding down onto the skin of his chest. he knows he's never blushed this hard before. and yet when you press a kiss to his cheek, softly murmuring how much you wanted to do that again, how he looked beautiful cumming in his jeans, he feels the weight on his chest begin to lift.

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these are my favorites:

cillian murphy’s facial expressions of wanting to leave at every event is me at any event too

[klutzyroses]

Hehehe hellooo!! Can I request some headcanons for theo and Arthur? I have this little scenario where mc is a really big dog lover. Like she sees a dog and would make her way to them. So how they imagine an mc that seemingly prefers their dogs over them?

Here you are~

IkeVamp HCs: Dog Lover S/O

How do they react to a s/o who loves their dog almost more than them?

Suitors: Arthur, Theo

Arthur

He is glad that she took to Vic so well when they first met, but he never expected such an intense lover of dogs.

To this day, his ears are still intensely ringing from the first time she laid eyes on the little dog.

Yes, she squealed rather loudly and he somewhat regretted standing so close to her at that moment. It was a very cute, girly squeal...with an alarming pitch that made his head spin a little.

It was the sweetest thing when he saw his darling cuddle Vic in her arms and nuzzle against him, the adoration clearly mutual by the way the pampered dog full heartedly returned her affections, often bringing her little gifts he scavenged for her.

Loose flowers, pretty rocks, ect.

Anything she wanted, Vic would (attempt) to get it for her. It wouldn't be long before Arthur may start having to compete with his own pet for HIS lover's affections.

Especially when she seems to be a just a tad more interested in the adorable Vic at times. Even when she was with him, she would find any excuse to be holding the little dog.

He would pout about it, obviously, but he doesn't want to deprive his pretty darling of the companionship of the little scamp.

So what does this intelligent detective do? He compromises of course!

So it's a common sight to see the mystery author cozied up with his love in his arms and in her arms lies Vic.

Everyone wins!

Theo

He didn't expect that his hondje would be almost as mad about dogs as he is.

He thinks its really cute when her bright eyes sparkle everytime she saw his fluffy companion and cannot get her excited shrieking to stop from bursting his ears.

He would often tease her about it, often to the effect of "two little dogs playing around" whenever she rushed to play with King everytime she saw him.

Of course there are times when he wondered if she knew she was HIS, not King's. The way she would glue herself to the retriever for hours without getting fatigued could be a little concerning at times.

Actually, he wasn't sure who he was more envious of between the two.

King for having the attention of his love, or Y/N for having the love of his dog.

Because the Golden retriever was just as enamored with Y/N and would always run straight at her when he spots her.

That's why Y/N may notice that he holds onto her extra tight when they are together...just to make sure she doesn't get any ideas about wandering around to find King in the middle of the night.

He will never admit it though. Being jealous of his dog?

She was never going to hear it from him.

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[wongki]

hi nessa!! its a bit late, but ur the loyal and pretty mutual to me ❤️❤️ also i love ur new mobile theme :) very spicy 👌 -softhyungkyun

you’re never late vic. 💖

pretty & loyal? 🥺 vic! 💗💗💗 i love you too. you amazing beautiful darling i adore you. & thank you! lol glad you like the new theme. 😉

i hope you’re having a great night pretty lady, @softhyungkyun 💞✨🌸💫💕

tell me which mutual am i

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I think logan has a praise kink bc that man doesn’t get complemented enough and I want to shower him with so much love 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

his praise kink isn't even subtle. it's blatant and written all over his face, because he's never been told he's good in all the years he's been alive. he's actually a little desperate for it - even if his face is a blank slate of zero emotions. you can see it shining bright in his eyes. that small inkling of please say i'm good, i want so badly to be good.

and when you actually do say it? he's a simpering man on his knees. he's suddenly devout, praying at your altar with candles bleeding wax all over his calloused hands. logan isn't a man to say what he needs - what he craves. but you're able to flip through his thoughts like a novel. giving him exactly what he wants to hear: yes you're good. you're perfect. you're everything i could have ever wanted in a man.

if he spends a little extra time loving you (in bed, in the kitchen, against the door because he's insanely impatient) then who are you to complain?

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📞I need advice on not eating out in the summer bc it’s too hot to cook in my non air conditioned apartment 😩🙂‍↕️ like I keep telling myself,,, girly with what money

i tell you then babes. i got you.

GIRLIE WITH WHAT MONEY???

the way i feel this in my soul. it's about to hit 105 next week again and cooking sounds like hell.

advice: find meals that don't require to use heat or use minimal heat.

💗barbie sleepover💗

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I have a gift for u 💌

🥰

*falls over*

oh my gosh it's my stuntman boyfriend. WHY IS HE JUST THE CUTEST ALIVE???????😭

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🩷 - what do u think Logan’s playlist would look like? 👀

Bye, Bye, Bye - *NSYNC

no okay i have quite a few songs i feel like would fit his vibe of 'i'll only break your heart'.

logan howlett playlist:

ain't no grave - johnny cash

no good - kaleo

blackbird song - lee dewyze

when the levee breaks - led zeppelin

[won't be] coming home - robert cray

💗barbie sleepover💗

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YAY BARBIE SLEEPOVERRRR

did you know mads mikkelsen was supposed to be dr doom :/ we were robbed

barbie sleepover!!

marvel when i catch you. when i catch you marvel. but also stop casting white people to play romani characters challenge. level impossible for the fucking mouse.

💗barbie sleepover💗

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i appreciate u so hard and I’ll forever die for u <3

i hope YOU know i will die for you today, tomorrow, yesterday. I've already died for you. these are my love letters from beyond the grave.

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The spirit of Hangman took over when writing this. He demanded the smuttiest of smut.🖤

✧ LOOKING AT ME ✧

a/n: my first ever solo jake fic! it's been a long time coming and what a better way to drop it than during kinktober. he'd be honored honestly for such a debut. this fic goes out to the anon who asked if i'd be writing for jake this year. i hope you especially enjoy it babes.

day four - cockwarming + dirty talk | kinktober 2023

summary: "perhaps it wasn’t the best idea. but you never said you were smart when it came to jake seresin."

word count: 1.2k+

pairing: jake 'hangman' seresin x f!reader

warnings: EXPLICIT SO MINORS DNI, mean!jake, dom!jake, cockwarming, edging, a lot of jealousy, cumplay but not really, biting, dirty talk.

“What was that honey?” Jake’s voice echoed smoothly in your ear, but you barely heard them. The deep husk of his tone sent you reeling as his hands slid down your torso—pressing against your hot skin. “Did you say something?”

You keened, gasping for breath as he toyed with your nipples, delighting in how they hardened against the rough pads of his thumbs. For an hour you had been perched on his lap completely naked and pressed against his clothed body. Except he was buried deep inside you—keeping you still as you cockwarmed him. Although you were pretty sure this was more about driving you to the brink of insanity.

“Could have sworn you said…” His fingers dropped down, tapping lightly against your throbbing clit. You cried out, your hand latching onto his wrist in an attempt to keep him there. “Sorry.”

It wasn’t your idea to go out dancing. In fact it was Phoenix who had brought up the suggestion to the rest of the Dagger Squad. You joined thinking it would be a night to remember—some fun to counteract the stress of the week. But things hadn’t gone according to plan. In fact you were pretty sure things would have been better if you had stayed home altogether.

Thirty minutes in Jake’s mood turned sour for some reason or another, and he seemed intent on souring yours as well. Except instead of joining him in his melancholy, you decided to push his buttons further. Perhaps it wasn’t the best idea. But you never said you were smart when it came to Jake Seresin. Shit, you weren’t even prepared to suffer the consequences of what your actions would ensue.

Another twenty minutes passed and you found yourself drunk, on the dance floor, and with someone who wasn’t Jake. He was nice enough. Certainly not there to hit on you, but more so there to enjoy the music and nightlife. Facts that apparently hadn’t crossed Jake’s mind.

It took him five minutes to grab you, call a cab, and whisper your punishment in your ear on the way home—his hands never leaving your body, even as you practically sat in his lap.

“What did you think would happen?” His lips dragged along your shoulder. “You think you could find someone else?”

You shook your head, tears stinging your eyes as he thrusted up into your dripping pussy. There was no doubt that you had made a mess in his lap. With the way he’d been edging you—dragging you right to the edge, but pulling away the second you tipped over. His arms locked you down, keeping your hips from wriggling even as he dragged you towards yet another lost release.

“J-Jake—”

His teeth clamped onto your neck, silencing you quickly as a throaty moan ripped from your chest. “Tell me…” He tugged on your nipple, feeling you shudder in his hold. “Did you think he was handsome?”

That’s what this was about.

Whether he liked to admit it or not Jake didn’t like when something infringed on what he had. He didn’t like that you went to find another person to spend your night with. It didn’t matter that you saw it as perfectly innocent. To him…you were choosing someone else. For as much as he acted cocky and self assured, Jake was quite the opposite. Unable to see past his own fears.

“N-No,” you choked out, digging your nails into his forearms. “Please…fuck, fuck—”

He grinded up into you, striking perfectly and causing your eyes to roll back in your head. “No, of course not.” His fingers slid through your slick, spreading around his cock that filled you. “He couldn’t fill you like this huh? Couldn’t make you drip like this?”

You shook your head, teeth digging into your bottom lip. Except that wasn’t enough for him—it would never be enough to appease the flare of jealousy that stuck to his chest. He gripped your throat, pushing your head back—his lips pressing against your ear.

“Use your words honey.”

“No!” You sobbed, legs trembling as he thrusted up into you again. “H-He’s not you.”

He grinned. “You’re damn right he isn’t.”

“L-Love you.”

Gripping your hips, he rolled them down, the wet squelch of your slick echoing in the room. “Yeah? You love me?”

You nodded, your mouth dropping open. You could feel it. The burning sensation growing with each shift of your hips. Only this time it was stronger than before; nearly melting you from the inside out. For a brief moment you wondered if you would survive this—if Jake had pushed your body to a limit neither of you knew existed. But you found yourself hurtling towards it faster than you could comprehend it.

“Can feel you squeezing me,” he grunted, shoving his hips up. “You gonna soak me? Make a mess of this couch?”

A garbled echo of what you assumed to be yes tore from your throat. Or at least that’s what both of you guessed it to be. Your nails scratched down his arms with earnest, chest heaving with each stunted thrust into your pussy, and that’s when you heard it. The soft press of his words against your throat. The words he’d been wanting to say all night.

“Was gonna ask you to move in,” he gasped, teeth scraping along your throat. “‘S why I didn’t want to go—fuck you feel like heaven.”

Your heart fluttered, heat spilling through your body and consuming you completely. Until you could no longer tell up from down—your mind a jumble of I love you and yes please. But you couldn’t get any of the words out. They were stuck in your throat. Coherency being traded in for utter bliss.

“Want to feel you—” His fingers slid to your clit, swirling fast circled to shove you off completely. “I’ll give it to ya.” His teeth scraped your ear, breath hot against your cheek. “Gonna cum so deep I’ll drip outta ya all night.”

You broke with a scream, your body completely lost to your own control. He held you close, latching his teeth onto your shoulder and following you with a pained cry—his cock filling you so full you swore you felt some leak into his lap. Except you could barely even focus on your own name. Jake had fucked all the sense out of your head, leaving you with nothing but thoughts of him.

For you a few minutes that’s where you remained. Spread out on his lap as he kissed every part of your skin he could reach; his palms cupping the weight of your breasts, thumbing gently at your nipples. He let you remain that way. Content in his arms until you slowly began to feel his promise come to light. The sticky warmth of his cum began to pool at the base of his cock, sending sparks up your spine.

“Yes,” you breathed, turning your head to catch his lips in a soft kiss. A complete difference to how he fucked you before. “I’ll move in with you.”

He grinned, his nose dragging along your cheek. “Even with my bummer attitude?”

You snorted, pulled away and laughed when he nipped at your jaw. “I never said that. But yes. Even with that.”

“Hm,” he sighed, his chin making a home on your shoulder. “Love you honey.”

“I love you too Jake.”

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did u know that every month is appreciate witch aunt month? bc it is and I’m screaming it from the top of my lungs

did you know that every day, week, month, and year is appreciate vic time?? did you?? because i'm screaming that at every rooftop i can find.🖤🖤🖤

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omg look at us, our matching blog themes (it’s bc hot girlies are obsessed with pride and prejudice)

hot girlies ARE obsessed with pride and prejudice. just call me depression barbie at this point cause that movie is on repeat.

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💌I’ve been thinking about this for so long but I genuinely think that jake lockley would stop mid blowjob to put a pillow down for ur knees

You should say it cause you're absolutely right.

Because what if it's one of those nights where you're uninhibited with it. What if it's sloppy and the sounds echo through the living room and Jake can't tell up from down because you're doing something with your tongue that has him holding on for dear life. And he knows he's five seconds from cumming down your throat so hard he'll see stars.

But then you wince. Only slightly, barely noticeable if it were any other man. Although you shouldn't be surprised - Jake's not like any other man.

He's cupping the back of your head, a moan blooming in the base of his throat that's wet and raspy and deep enough to send a shiver down your spine. You try to double down on your efforts, spit trailing down your chin, but he's...pulling you off.

"Un momento mi vida," he mumbles, thumb running along your cheek (to spread his precum and your spit) in a gentle movement, as he leans down.

"Did I do something?"

He's quick to silence that notion with a kiss. One that has you whimpering into his mouth, fingers digging into the fabric of his pants that were stuck at his thighs. You barely notice that he's lifting your leg. A soft cushion getting shoved beneath your knees. It's warm from where it was behind his back, plush against your skin, and the ache you hadn't noticed before suddenly disappears.

"Better?"

You nod, eyes love-struck and glazed, and Jake has to bite back the urge to take you on the floor.

ignore me. the horny took the fuck over.

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OSIUFHOSIF THE PICTURES ARE INCREDIBLE. I think I spent a good five minutes just laughing my ass off at the images because I've never seen such a mood depicted to me before. And YES I'D MAKE YOU CRY AND SOB DURING THIS FIC BECAUSE IT'S JOEL. (don't worry i am also the same way about out favorite cowboy)

Every time you comment on one of my fics I basically look like the kermit meme of hugging the phone with heart eyes, because I adore you.🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

For your Sinful Soiree, could I possibly request "you're hot when you talk back" from the 1st prompt list, with Joel Miller (because I'm a basic bitch) but maybe with the reader saying it to Joel? ♥️

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a/n: i really went off with this one babes. it was supposed to be filthy and short, but i somehow turned it into a fic about being loved entirely and loving each part of a person. i still made it filthy because you can't have smut without angst. right? i hope you enjoy it!

summary: "he wanted to know every part of you, everything you kept hidden for fear of it being rejected. and you let him."

word count: 1.1k+

pairing: joel miller x f!reader

warnings: EXPLICIT SO MINORS DNI, oral (m receiving), mentions of violence, angst, cumplay/cumeating, spit play sort of, joel being cocky, the kinkiness of loving someone's dark parts.

He snapped in the middle of the bar. His hands curling into fists, eyes blazing with a fire that usually came as he held his rifle, the barrel pointed at imminent danger. It burned in his chest, spreading to the very tips of his fingers. Until his vision flared red and he could taste copper in the back of his throat.

It was a fire that only came when he had to protect what he loved—what he couldn’t lose. You’d grown to know it well. Falling in love with the hidden craving he tried to hide beneath the surface—the darkness that lurked beneath.

Except this time the danger came in the form of a man. Drunk and stupid, but still brave enough to challenge the man who could easily take him down. The man who was five seconds away from letting his fist fly through the air until blood stained his skin. But that was the thing about the two of you. When it came to situations like this, you would have let him.

One glance at Tommy standing on the sidelines let Joel know there was no place for violence in the bar. And the snowfall outside was too much of a hindrance to take the fight somewhere else. So Joel snapped. Told the man to shove his comments up his drunken ass or Joel would help him sober up. The gleam in his eyes and the lilt of his tone was all that the other man needed to back off and sulk in the corner.

Giving you a chance to drag Joel home. 

Per the request of Tommy.

Although if you were being honest with yourself, (which you hardly were at a time like this) you dragged Joel home for a different reason altogether. The same reason that you were now willingly scraping your knees on the shitty rug beside your bed. Joel’s voice a breathy rumble of praises and half mumbled comments about how gorgeous you were.

His fingers dug into the back of your neck, cheeks flushed a beautiful shade of red, and eyes fixed on the sight of your lips spread around his cock.

“What…ah, fuck sugar your mouth is heaven.” You felt the urge to grin overcome you, but chose instead to press your tongue against the vein that ran on the underside of his cock. “What brought this on?”

Spit trailed down your chin as you raised your head—knowing for certain that you looked like an utter mess. But that didn’t stop him from running his thumb across your bottom lip. Spreading the mixture of your spit and his precum along your cheek—watching in rapture as it shone against your skin.

You shrugged, a grin playing at the corner of your lips. You knew he had an idea about it five seconds into his pants being pulled down. He just needed confirmation that it was true. Your refusal to look at him did just that—causing his own lips to pull into a smirk. A sight that had you pressing your thighs together desperate for some friction.

“So that did it for you huh?”

The cockiness in his demeanor nearly undid you. Heat spread through your cheeks and down to your chest as he continued to watch you. Peeling back another layer in your psyche and yanking it forward before it had time to sink into the darkness. He wanted to know every part of you, everything you kept hidden for fear of it being rejected.

And you let him. Because deep down you knew he wouldn’t turn it away. He’d cherish them, allow them to thrive in his presence. Just as you did with the darkness he hid away from the rest of the world.

Glancing up, you caught the sincere glimmer in his brown eyes. A look that had you melting into his touch, practically preening as he continued to make a mess against your cheek.

“You’re hot when you talk back,” you said softly, as if you were nervous.

He merely smiled, his tongue peeking out to slide against his bottom lip. “You like when I’m like that?”

He didn’t say it explicitly, but you knew what he meant. When he lost his cool, letting a little bit of the Joel that existed before you seep in. The Joel he continued to hide. You wanted to explain that you loved him regardless; you wanted him every way he would give himself to you. But words wouldn’t do your feelings justice anyway.

“I love all of you,” you breathed, leaning into his touch, your hand stroking him slowly—keeping him hurtling towards a release he tried to stave off.

It’s when your lips wrapped around his cock again, pushing yourself until he reached the back of your throat, where you proceeded to swallow, that his words fell free. He moaned, his hand trying not to keep you right there, but failing the second you cupped his balls. A stream of you’re perfect and I love you and I'd do anything to keep you safe fell from his lips, his eyes nearly rolling back in his head.

“Fuck you’re gonna make me cum,” he spit, his other hand gripping the sheets so tightly you were sure they would rip any second. So you slid your hand into his, letting him press your palm into the mattress as he would when he was thrusting into you.

You moaned when he thrusted into your mouth, the spurt of precum spreading on your tongue. And that did him in. He came with a hoarse cry of your name, his head falling forward and body crumpling in on himself. You wanted to burn the image of him like this into your mind. So you could see it every time you closed your eyes. But you settled for keeping him this way until he could no longer take the hot wet feel of your mouth, the divine caress of your tongue.

“Sugar I’m gonna—fuck,” he gasped, pulling you off him and watching whatever you couldn’t catch in your mouth drip down your throat. “You tryna kill me?”

A smile crossed your lips as you got up with a slight wince, crawling into his lap. “I wasn’t done yet.” You pressed your finger to his bottom lip, pulling at it lightly. “I wanted all of you in my mouth.

“Shit,” he breathed, his thumb gathering the pearly cum that still streaked down your throat, dragging it up to your mouth. “Well then open wide baby. And then it’s my turn.”

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I give u a kiss 😚

a kiss for me?!?!?!?! i give you a kiss back!! 🖤🖤🖤🖤