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he is so older boyfriend coded it’s making me sick!! give me the man NOW! id treat him so good, i can cook and clean and have an extremely high sex drive!!!!!
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cw: face sitting, fingering, squirting, slight inspection kink
"c'mon sweets, let me get a good look atcha." logan's voice rang in your ears.
you had been so good for him all day. he asked for one day of relaxation before he had to go on another mission tomorrow with the team. so you made sure that he was well fed for the day, had a pack of cigars ready for him and a new bottle of whiskey in the kitchen.
the two of you spent the day in his room, lounging around in each others arms while he reads and you sit curled up next to him. after hours of you playing with his hair, he decided to treat you for the rest of the evening.
which brings the two of you to this moment where logan's got you bend over face down ass up and spread open for his viewing pleasure. it's obscene the position he has you in. folds spread and glistening in the low light of his bedroom. your sweet arousal holds him hostage.
"please, lo." you beg, arching back even more. "been good for you all day."
"i know you have, baby." he purrs rubbing the back of your thighs. "such a good girl for me."
those few words could've started a puddle underneath you. he's lapping up the slick running down your leg. running his hot tongue over the plush skin.
"prettiest fuckin' pussy i've ever seen." he groans, smacking your ass playfully.
logan adjusts himself under you, letting you sit on his face. he pushes you down on his awaiting tongue, lapping your arousal up like a thirsty dog.
"use my face, princess." logan pleads, holding you down on his face.
"d-don't wanna hurt you, lo." you whimper, feeling his nose bump your clit.
he chuckled before grinding you down harder and licking at your entrance. the second the muscle makes its way past your gummy wall, you can't help but start moving faster on his face, using his nose for your own pleasure.
"oh, f-fuck." you moan, lacing your fingers in his hair and tugging.
logan knew your cunt like the back of his hand. he spent time memorizing every little thing that made you fall apart.
"i'm so c-close!"
a loud squeal slips past your lips when his fingers replace his tongue. fast paced and rough, just the way you like it. filth pours from below, "practically swallowing my fingers, sweetheart."
right on the edge of pleasure, logan flicks his tongue over your bundle of nerves while he nudges your cervix. your hips have a mind of their own as the move across his face, searching for a euphoria that only logan can give you.
a sudden warmth floods your tummy in a way you've never felt before during sex.
"w-wait, lo!" you squeal, afraid of losing control of your own fluids. "need to s-stop!"
despite your words, your lower half only contradicted them. thighs wrapped nicely around logan's head while your nails scratch at his scalp. he's moaning into your cunt, already knowing what's coming.
"gonna- ah!"
a splash on slick covers logan's face, your thighs, and the sheets under you two. he couldn't believe his sweet girl could turn into a fucking fountain just from his fingers. this only further spurs logan on, needing to lick you clean. your thighs tremble and soft gasps pour from your glossy lips.
"need a break, baby." you whine, giving his hair a sharp touch to pull him off of you. or else he would be there all night.
"just a break." he says, moving you down to sit on his abs which only further overstimulates your soaked cunt. "cause i'm nowhere near done with you tonight."
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"You're telling me that we could have done this the whole time???" Ahh look.
Charles is whole ass like "Holy shit I didnt even think about that"
Fellas- is it gay to wanna telepathically fuck your homie but its not gay because your homie isnt even there??
seriously why is erik like that
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why he "💭🏳️🌈🚫"
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can I request couples Halloween costumes with old man Logan who will begrudgingly dress up for his girl as long as he can get her out of her costume just as fast 😏
omg i had to write this before it got any further from halloween, hope you enjoy! 18+ f!reader x logan
logan's 'too old' for holidays, least that's what he's always told you. he's literally hundreds of years old. he's had his fill of tacky celebrations. halloween was just another thursday.
sitting in his armchair, he sits cross-legged with a book in his hand, glasses sliding down his nose as his eyes scan the words on the page. lost in his own world, oblivious to the way you're slipping into something a little more comfortable inside the bathroom - a costume.
when you open the door at first, revealing your skimpy frilly dress adorned with a red hood and white thigh-high socks, logan only glances at you. then double takes. holy fuck.
he uncrosses his legs instinctively, thick thighs parting as if inviting you to park between them, and sinks back against the chair. doesn't speak at first, eyes dragging along every curve and outline of your body, mind filled with thoughts of ripping you out of the sparse fabric. oh how he'd love to get his paws on you. . .
and you can see his mind ticking away, watching the obvious bulge growing between his legs. "little red riding hood," you chirp, giving him a little twirl, "cute, right?"
"cute's a start," he hums, standing as he stalks towards you, "there's plenty other words i could use to describe ya, though. . ." his large hands grab at your hips, harsh and wanting. you hear his breath hitch and it threatens to buckle your knees while his lips work the sensitive skin behind your ear.
you smirk, biting your lip to suppress the sounds that threaten to escape, "does that mean you'll wear it?" your hopeful eyes dart to the wolf ears and red plaid shirt laid out on the bed.
logan grips your chin, pulling back to lock your gaze as he drinks in the sight of you, "baby," he growls, words ghosting against your lips, "i'll wear a fuckin' mini skirt if it means i get to fuck you senseless in those pretty little thigh highs later. . ."
logan supposes, maybe holidays aren't entirely terrible or without purpose. not when he can celebrate them by bending you over as you milk his cock with your perfect cunt. merry christmas, to him, or whatever fucking holiday it was supposed to be.
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PLEASE SAVE ME OLD MAN LOGAN PLEASE 😭😭
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WOOOOAHHHH WERE HALFWAY THERE WOOOOAAAH LIVING ON A PRAYER TAKE MY HAND AND WELL MAKE IT I SWEAR OOOOOHHH LIVING ON A PRAYER
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Small Art Dump
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he knows he’s hot ooooooooooo give me that MAN NEOW
#hugh jackman#deadpool and wolverine#wolverine#a MAN#need that#logan howlett#logan xmen#x men movies#x men
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Yup, that's me🤭🤭
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sorry but thinking about this scene and how fucking hot he looks. the way i fight the urge to lick my screen anytime i see boxer logan! i need to be locked up bc!!!! i need him so BADLY oh my god.
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DA BABYYYYYY 💥💥💥 the bestest quicksilver award going tooo evan peterrssss 🔥🔥
I love evan peters quicksilver
Close ups!
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Title: Crossed Dimensions I Logan Howlett x Reader
Summary: You were living an ordinary life until the day a portal throws you into the Marvel universe. Trapped between an unbearable Deadpool and a Wolverine as troubling as he is charming, you discover powers you didn't know you had and an unknown past with certain heroes. As your anxiety grows in the face of this new reality, will you be able to find your place and perhaps become the hero they need?
Warnings: strong language, +18, smut
I had wide eyes and continued to stare at him. I was unable to move; I had fantasized so much about his pecs and hairy abs. My eyes narrowed on the handles of the basket.
Finally, my gaze rose to his face. His eyes were fixed on mine, watching every one of my movements closely. I ended up letting go of the basket and reduced the distance between us. I was so close to him that I could smell him, the mix of whiskey and citrus driving me insane.
I gently stood on my tiptoes and pressed my lips against his. Logan responded fiercely to the kiss; I willingly let him take control. I found myself with my back pressed against the wall as the mutant devoured my lips hungrily in a messy kiss.
“I forgot the laundry,” I said stupidly when the mutant let me catch my breath. Logan glanced at the basket I was no longer holding, half of the laundry had slipped to the floor.
“It doesn’t matter,” Logan replied, starting to kiss me fiercely again. I felt like Little Red Riding Hood who had played a bit too much with the wolf. I completely abandoned the stupid basket, wrapping my arms around his neck and sinking my hands into his hair. He took the opportunity to slip his hands under my hips and lift me; reflexively, I wrapped my legs around his waist and continued to kiss him, winding his hair around my fingers and tugging slightly, making him growl.
Logan held me firmly against him, his lips leaving mine to place burning kisses along my neck. I gasped at the feel of his teeth against my skin; I pulled his hair harder, but in response, he bit me. I let out a small cry of surprise but started laughing when his nose brushed against a more sensitive spot. I could feel his carnivorous smile against me as I squeezed tighter.
“You smell so good,” he murmured in my ear after taking a deep breath against my neck. I blushed at his words and rested my forehead against his, rubbing my nose against his.
“I thought you weren’t interested,” I said softly, afraid of breaking this moment.
“I would have shown you just how much I liked you if we hadn’t been interrupted in that damn bar,” he murmured back before starting to kiss me fiercely again and tightening his grip on me before carrying me to the nearest flat surface.
He took advantage of finally having his hands free to start sliding them under the Deadpool t-shirt that Wade had lent me. The sensation of his fingers on my skin made me shiver, his lips devouring my neck, then my collarbone before descending even lower. I tried to hold on to him, digging my fingers into the muscles of his back.
Logan tugged at the collar of my t-shirt to continue exploring my body. He pulled so hard that the fabric ended up tearing.
“You know I don’t have many clothes right now,” I said sadly, looking at what was left of the garment.
“It was horrible anyway,” he replied, kissing my bare shoulder and gently rubbing his nose against my skin.
I had barely removed what was left of my t-shirt when the mutant was already attacking the rest of my clothes, tracing lines of kisses over my breasts as he freed them from the useless bra while his other hand played with the elastic of my sweatpants.
My breasts were so sensitive to his touch; the hairs on his face tickled me, and electricity coursed through my body each time his lips touched my skin. When I felt his tongue lick and nibble at my flesh, I let out a breathless moan and dug my nails into his back.
He continued his trail of kisses on my stomach and began to remove my pants while letting me fall to my knees.
I found myself half-naked, panting and blushing, sitting on the living room table. Logan was kneeling in front of me, kissing my thighs as he gently spread them apart. I let my fingers play in his hair as he moved closer to my wet panties.
I slightly tugged on his hair, trying to bring him back to me, when I realized what he wanted to do, but it was in vain; he didn’t move. When he looked at me, my breath caught when our eyes met.
“You don’t have to do this,” I told him, trying to bring him back to me.
“Don’t you want me to?” he asked, frowning.
“I… my ex almost never did it… and when he did, it wasn’t great.” I saw his jaw tighten at the mention of another man. “I don’t want you to do it because you feel obligated,” I said, feeling less and less sure of myself.
“Believe me, I’ve wanted to do this since the first time I sensed you.” I blushed as I realized that all this time, he knew how excited I was by his presence. “Let me take you,” he said, his deep voice creating a tingling sensation between my thighs. I nodded, allowing him to resume his position.
He dragged his lips to the wet cotton between my legs, and I moaned as his nose pressed against the fabric. He took a deep breath. He pulled my panties down slowly, sliding them down my legs, until they were off my feet.
Now that I was completely naked in front of him, my legs wide apart, exposing my glistening sex. My insecurities began to surface again. What if he changed his mind, or I wasn’t enough? Was this something fleeting that we would never speak of again? Did he also want more?
My doubts quickly faded when I saw Logan; his eyes were those of a predator with its prey at its mercy.
He moved slowly toward me and rubbed his nose against the inside of my thigh, making me gasp and shiver. I could feel his breath getting closer and closer to my burning core. I squirmed with impatience; he placed one of my legs on his shoulder, and his large, calloused hands gripped my hips to bring me closer to the edge of the table. His long tongue began to trace small circles around my clitoris, and I let out small, desperate whimpers as he devoured me as if he were starving. He licked and sucked every sensitive part of me. The sight of Logan between my legs drove me insane.
When his tongue slid inside me, I arched my back and let out a small cry, grabbing his head, practically rubbing against his face, desperate for more contact. I felt his nose brush against my sensitive clit. I felt a knot slowly forming in my stomach, tightening more with each of Logan’s movements. I let out a plaintive moan when he pulled his tongue away and withdrew, but when one of his big fingers entered me, I arched my back again, clenching my wet muscles around him.
The mutant was not missing a single detail of the show I was offering him; his eyes were captivated by each of my movements. I was at his mercy; I would have done anything for him to make me come on his fingers.
My hands desperately clung to the edge of the table, my knuckles white, my nails scratching the wood.
Logan added another finger, and I gritted my teeth, panting. His thumb resumed its small circular movements on my clit. The knot continued to tighten, and my breathing grew increasingly frantic. When Logan placed his lips back on my clit, the knot finally burst, and I let out a hoarse moan as I came, mumbling his name incoherently. My orgasm made my sex pulse around his fingers. The mutant hurried to clean every sensitive spot, his strokes of the tongue sending shivers of ecstasy with each pass.
When he finished, I was breathless, my chest rising and falling with each labored breath. Logan looked at me with a small smile, watching me regain my senses. When he stood up, I sat up on the table and kissed him tenderly, savoring my own taste on my lips and in his mouth.
When I noticed he was still dressed, I abruptly tugged on his belt loop, smiling. My movement almost made him stumble toward me; he looked surprised and stared at me in shock at my sudden action.
“You’re still in your jeans; that’s not fair,” I said with a little mischievous smile. He looked at me more closely with a small smirk as he undid his belt. I could feel the large bulge hidden behind the rough denim, and I was already wet with anticipation.
His muscles rolled under his skin with each of his breaths. I desperately wanted to let my hands caress his warm skin and trace every vein with my tongue. I licked my lips, imagining everything I wanted to do to him.
I lifted my head and plunged my gaze into his, throwing myself at him hungrily. I began to kiss him brutally, sliding his belt through the loops of his jeans before letting it fall to the floor with a metallic clang. I could feel my sex convulsing in the emptiness, eager to be filled, desperate as I quickly attacked his fly and helped him get rid of his clothes.
I pulled back to look at his cock with appetite. It was thick, with large veins coursing through it, the tip glistening with pre-cum. I gently grabbed his member and made slow back-and-forth movements, which tightened the mutant’s face and made him let out an animalistic groan that sent my blood boiling.
“If you keep this up, kid, I won’t last long,” Logan said in a hoarse, deep voice while I continued my movements.
“Then fuck me,” I whispered in his ear.
That was all it took for the mutant to violently pull me toward him. I abandoned his member in surprise and let out a small cry as I felt Logan rub the tip of his cock against my wet heat. He pressed his forehead against mine and slowly began to penetrate me. The sweet burn he left in his wake as he slid between my wet and tight muscles was delicious. My breath was labored, and my face tightened as pain and pleasure subtly mixed.
“You're so tight,” Logan said softly, grimacing as he filled me completely. “I don’t think I’ll last long.”
I dropped small kisses on his lips as I awkwardly tried to adjust to his member. I finally managed to make small movements and nodded as we were still pressed against each other. He tightened his grip on my hips, his first thrust strong and brutal; I let out a small cry that he responded to with another similar thrust. I threw my head back as he placed small kisses on my neck, collarbone, and breasts. His rhythm quickly became erratic and desperate; he slipped a hand into my hair and pulled me closer to him, his thrusts growing faster and more feral. I was mewling louder and louder, the familiar knot beginning to form again, tightening with each thrust from Logan.
“I’m going to make you come all night,” he whispered in my ear in a husky voice. I felt his teeth graze my skin just where my pulse throbbed. As I let out small cries of pleasure, I bounced against him.
When he slid a hand between us to draw small circles on my sensitive clit, my orgasm burst again, and I cried out breathlessly. Logan’s thrusts intensified as my sex pulsed around him, each thrust prolonging my orgasm a little more.
His breathing grew more and more erratic, and his movements became increasingly disordered. He buried his face in my neck and pushed himself into me as deeply as possible. I felt his face tighten against my neck, and he let out a primal and beastly sound when he came. I felt his warmth spreading inside me as Logan made a few lazy thrusts, pushing his seed deeper into me. He held me firmly in his arms, his cock still deep inside me. I gently caressed his skin and hair, practically hearing him purr.
We stayed like this for a moment before he picked me up and carried me into the bathroom, his cock still inside me.
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Can you stay with me
Always
#cherik#charles x erik#erik x charles#charles xavier#erik lensherr#x men#x men movies#cherik is so real can i give my blood
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A Taste of Spice
Synopsis; While cooking jambalaya together, Remy and you share playful banter, a little dancing, and a growing connection simmering as warmly as the dish on the stove. With every shared glance and teasing touch, the flirtation turns into something deeper, until one kiss finally seals the promise of what could be.
Warnings; None, enjoy kits! ♡♡♡
Requested by @hulkingharbor
The scent of spices fills the kitchen as Remy guides you through the ingredients for jambalaya, his Cajun accent thicker than usual, adding to the warmth in the room. He's leaning close, too, his arm brushing yours as he reaches for the chopped bell peppers, a lazy grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.
“You keep stirrin’ it like that, chérie, we’re gonna end up with mush,” he teases, eyes gleaming with playful mischief.
Rolling your eyes, you hand him the spoon. “All right, show me, Mr. Expert.”
He takes it, giving the pot a confident stir, his hands moving with an ease you can’t help but admire. “See? It’s all about finesse,” he says, glancing at you. “But I guess that just comes natural to some of us.”
You laugh, nudging him lightly with your elbow. “Finesse, huh? Next time, I’ll let you chop the onions with that ‘finesse’ you’re so proud of.”
He chuckles, eyes crinkling with genuine amusement. “Now, now, don’t get jealous, chère. Tell you what—if you chop the next round, I’ll let you have the first taste.”
“Deal,” you say, sliding him a sly smile as you reach for the knife. As you start chopping, you can feel his gaze lingering, warm and appreciative.
When the jambalaya is finally simmering, he takes a spoonful and offers it to you, his gaze softening as he waits for your reaction. You take a taste, savoring the rich, spicy flavor.
“It’s perfect,” you say, smiling. “Must be that ‘finesse’ of yours.”
He raises a brow, pleased. “Or maybe it’s just the company.”
Remy grins, his gaze holding yours for a beat longer than usual. Then he sets the spoon down, leaning against the counter, arms crossed, studying you with an intensity that makes your heart skip.
“Y’know,” he says, his voice low, “this ain’t half as fun when I cook alone.”
You glance up, feeling your cheeks warm. “Is that right? I didn’t know cooking could be so… entertaining.”
He laughs, the sound soft and smooth. “Depends on the company, chérie.” His hand reaches out, a little smudge of flour on his finger, and before you realize it, he dabs it gently on the tip of your nose, his grin widening as he watches your reaction.
“Remy!” You laugh, reaching for a dish towel to swipe at him, but he sidesteps with a fluid ease, his laugh deep and genuine.
“Don’t worry,” he says, still chuckling, “I’ll make it up to you. How ’bout a dance while we wait?” He extends his hand, his fingers warm and inviting, his eyes glinting with that playful, dare-you look.
You hesitate, glancing at the stove where the jambalaya simmers, but something in his gaze is too hard to resist. So, you take his hand, and he pulls you close, his other hand settling comfortably on your waist.
With a practiced grace, Remy leads you in a slow sway across the kitchen, his hand never leaving yours, his eyes locked on yours like you’re the only person in the room. For once, there’s no playful teasing, just a quiet sincerity that catches you off guard.
“You’ve got a good rhythm, chère,” he says softly, his voice barely above a whisper. “Feels like I could dance with you all night.”
Your breath catches, and before you can think twice, you lean in, your lips brushing his cheek, then lingering at the corner of his mouth. Remy’s breath hitches, his fingers tightening ever so slightly on your waist, his gaze falling to your lips.
For a moment, the kitchen fades away, and it’s just the two of you, close, warm, and wrapped in the quiet promise of something more.
“Hope you like spicy,” he murmurs, his voice a soft rumble against your skin.
“Wouldn’t have it any other way,” you whisper back, smiling as he finally closes the distance, his kiss as warm and full of sweetness as the jambalaya simmering on the stove.
(I fuckin love Remy)
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OKAY BUT LISTEN TO ME
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