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[vegas-writing-den]

Friends with benefits Broly x Reader?

BROLY (DBS) X READER

☆☆ Content: ( au: post - super hero, friends with benefits, implied size difference, oral - male receiving ) ☆☆ Warning: ( M / 18+. MINORS DNI. explicit language )

☆☆ A/N: I can't believe I haven't written spicy broly since November, now he out here getting "foodie calls"

You don’t know how you got roped into this cycle of feeding saiyans. There was no obligation for you to do it like Bulma and Chi Chi, but it quickly became a regular thing and at least twice a month you had the three showing up at your home after training waiting to be fed. It all started with their new addition and your new mutual friend, Broly. You quickly became acquainted and whatever you chose to label your loose commitment, you grew more familiar with him than any other man you’ve known as “just a friend”. Regardless, you accepted this cook role for what it was if it meant you got to see more of Broly. Certainly, this was his excuse to see more of you. You even found yourself planning out meals for their next visit to flex your cooking skills. 

There was a language of love in cooking for others who enjoyed it, and it shined in your determination to awe them for the next time. Delving into recipes from the common modern cuisine to some from your cultural background. Sometimes comparing your own meals to the others often made you hesitant to try bolder recipes, however. Bulma can produce high-quality and multi-course meals at the snap of her finger, enough to feed them for months at a time. And Chi Chi’s a virtuoso with creating unique, hearty, and delicious home cooking from scratch, able to use all her resources to satisfy the hungriest of warriors. They’ve also been doing this longer, you have to remind yourself. 

But you’ve never gotten criticism from either one of the saiyans intending to bash your skills, only from how quickly certain portions can disappear without a ready refill from Vegeta and Goku. 

Broly never complained, he accepted everything you could give him with quiet contentment and simply ate his share of the large portions. It’s hard not to notice when the other two are so vocal about wanting more, so you just made sure to give Broly a little extra here and there. A polite thanks is given in return when you refill his plate before it empties. You don’t know exactly where he came from, other than Goku describing it as “repugnant”, but it was nice to know that someone capable of such frightful powers still came with his manners. He may have been the biggest saiyan you’ve ever seen, but he was without a doubt the most soft-spoken and polite, an amusing change from Goku’s free-and-easy demeanor and Vegeta’s snobbish persona.

You used to think the sex would help bring Broly out of his shell (it did wonders for Vegeta’s personality), knowing he is locked in this mundane routine of physical and mental training, but it may have just made him more docile. Perhaps he mistook it as more training for his emotions. It did make it easier to talk about with him, at least.

You eventually left the three to finish chatting up about their day and finish up the last of the food, returning to the kitchen to start cleaning the dishes. The only downside to their company was being left alone to clean up the mess so you figured you’d get a headstart. You weren’t left alone for long, however, a sudden large hand on your shoulder almost jolting you out of your skin from Broly’s quiet approach. You laugh off your scare and quickly take notice of the timid, yet distressed frown in his features, realizing it was there before he accidentally surprised you. Did you miss something over their mealtime?

“Oh, hey. What’s the matter?” You asked, concerned about the reason behind this change from his normal demeanor. Based on what you did tune into from their chatting, you could think of one reason this may be. “Bad training session?”

“No.” Broly paused, then looked further disappointed by his answer. “Not…really.” He corrected. They couldn’t stop talking about Goku and Vegeta’s exhibition while they ate, but Broly and Goku sparred too. Along with its abrupt end, it never came up for conversation. Had he not almost lost control, maybe things would have ended differently today. He would have a nice story to share with you on his progress instead.

It was truly an experience to be on the spectator side of a fight for once and Broly was moved to try to emulate the other two saiyans’ ability to maintain their power as they fought, however he couldn't overlook his lack of dominance over his strength and be ashamed. Being unable to control his power even after a couple of years of training with Goku made him feel like he was missing something in his lessons. He's improved dramatically, but still so much is left to learn.

“Did you…lose focus again?” You asked, halting your cleaning entirely to look at him. Broly nods softly.

“Only for a moment.” He admitted. Even for just a brief instance of a slip-up where he caught himself, he wanted it to sound better than it was, how it made him feel. In search of that relief, you were more than receptive to his troubles and willing to help.

"Do you need help with ‘focusing’ again?" You inquired further, a sincere concern with a suggestive undertone he did not miss. In fact, he hoped for it. With nerves building in the base of his chest, Broly swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded at you again.

You smiled at him, charmed by his ability to say so much with his actions than words. And still so careful and shy about approaching you for your “help” after doing this a couple of times already. You quickly felt your insides come alive, motivated by the decadent impulses that would consume you from here on. Indulging saiyans is truly a delight you never thought you wanted until you had it.

Calmly drying your hands, you close the space between the two of you and hold up your hands invitingly. At the ready, Broly follows along. His larger hands press into yours where your fingers interlock. He watches you close your eyes and take a deep breath, doing the same.

“Where am I?” You asked him and you feel the little squeeze of his hands around yours.

“You’re here.” He says, his heart skipping a beat but another deep breath eases its rhythm. Your smile grows hearing him do so and you reopen your eyes to look up at him.

“Where are you?” You follow up, giving his hands a squeeze in return.

“Here..” Spoken gently, Broly opening his eyes, finding himself lulled to the familiar relaxed state of being with a floaty sensation, yet his senses were so keen and sparked by the body before him. Then his eyes locked onto yours and he allowed himself to fall into his urges. Giving in only to those that could desire the warmth of your body, all others drowned out in the placid state of his mind. A shade of pink rises in his tan cheeks remembering the acute sensations of you, leaning down to kiss your lips the way he learned. He moved more confidently than he has before, more controlled, which you appreciated.

It’s not exactly the place you want to do this, but you doubt the other two would be in a hurry to move after putting away all that food. Urgency was the key still as Broly would have to return to Lord Beerus’ planet after this. You freed one of your hands to cup his chin, basking in the sweet kisses heating up between you as he fills his hand with your face as well. Deepening the kiss. His unspoken neediness reared itself quickly when you found your backside bumped against the counter, bound in the small space with his body pressing closer to you. A mess waiting to happen if you knock over the stack of dishes. So you opt for something else.

His pelt brushes over your nose when you got on your knees in front of him, the mixed scent of his musk from training and the last time you cleaned it for him filling the air around your head. Alluring and rugged, you couldn’t help taking a moment to let it intoxicate you. Half of your face disappeared beneath his pelt as you kissed along the tent on his formfitting pants, feeling it flinch in return. Your eyes peer up at him, checking in. Broly is slightly hunched over to watch you, eyes darkened and face glowing with his desire.

"I'm here." He reassures you, encouraging you to continue for more. He sees your eyes smile back at him and it felt like his heart was flipping in his chest in anticipation of what was coming next. You pulled the purple fabric free of Ba’s ear and down the bulge before you, freeing his hard cock as it hung erect above your face.

The size of it never failed to impress you, the mere fullness of his girth and its strong length bearing its weight. One could easily be lost in staring at it just by how intense it looked and only the brave like yourself could find how sensitive it truly was. That had to be your favorite part. You give the exposed head a kiss before you grab him at the base of his length and rub your flattened tongue across the tip. Broly took in a sharp, deep breath once your lips wrapped around him, falling past his lips with the shaky heat from his chest. His eyes softened at the touch, fighting his instincts to close them so he can keep them on you. This was where he needed his control the most, when you trusted him to hold his focus. He’d bite his lip bloody and bury his nails into the palm of his hand before he would let himself hurt you.

But it felt so good, the warmth of your mouth wrapped around the head of his cock, suckling around the sensitive glans and working your way further down the length with your hand coming the opposite way. It sent a shiver all the way up his spine as he leaned his hips into you, his voice creeping out of his slacked jaw. You truly enjoyed the way your mouth felt opening up to his size. It was easier for now, but you knew the further this went the more trouble it would be to hold it in your mouth as you were, let alone slide it as deep as you could.

Broly came with a little trick you never seen before and made you curious if all saiyans did it, but as fully erect as he was, he was far from his true size. With a strong hand cupping the end of the counter and the other on the nearby wall, you feel him buck against your opened mouth and your eyes look up to him, relaxing your jaw so he would slip free. His cock twitches more excitedly, missing the sensation of you.

"I-I'm here…" Broly breathed heavily. Practically pleading in his lust for you to go on, licking the dryness from his lips.

He does let his eyes close this time when you draw him back past your lips and his head lulls back as a moral vocal groan leaves him. As you picked up your pace, you started to feel his girth swell, expanding your jaw to a more discomforting stretch and you knew he was about to cum. Your one hand and lips couldn’t quite meet in the middle any longer, so you brought your second to add to his pleasure. Slick with your saliva, you switched to pumping the swollen length while you continue to suck only on the sensitive head of his cock, motivated to keep this pace by the lively twitches under your ministrations.

[vegas-writing-den]

𝙳𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚊

You really gotta stop thinking about Logan too much.

Cw: smut, breeding kink, slight blood kink, creampie, praise kink, porn with plot, knotting (teehee), Wade plays matchmaker, obligatory Colleen Hoover TW for the funsies

You think about Logan too much. You really do.

He was a good person, even if he didn’t believe it himself. And no matter how many times he claimed it was a load of horse shit and piss, he was great with kids. Blind Al appreciated him, calling him a fine man to be around. Wade was thrilled to have someone that he could maim and slash at without worrying about them dying, the little psychopath. And little miss Mary Puppins was always happy to share her spot on the couch with him. And you… Well, you were the closest with Logan. You thought it was because you handed him a case of cigars you had no intent of using any time soon, but Logan always surprised you. No, it wasn’t the cigars you gave him, it was you being the first to treat him as a person.

When Logan came to your universe, you were only eight months into adjusting to living next to your new neighbor (read: unfortunately knowing Wde Wilson since middle school), and now you’ve known Logan for two months. It was Wade who introduced you two, so you supposed you could cut him some slack. You were stopping by at his apartment waiting by the door when Wade and Logan stopped by, and you were… Automatically enraptured by him. Anyone who says they wouldn’t also be was fucking lying in your book. You never met the Logan of this universe, only hearing about him by name, but this Logan… You felt like you needed to go to a church after just looking at him.

Most people would assume it was because he just so happened to be hot, and they would be somewhat right. But that wasn’t the only reason you felt the way you did. No, you felt the way you did because Logan was so breathtakingly truthful. To the point that anyone would think he was just an outright asshole. Well, he can be if you didn’t know him or what he’s been through. But when you get him to open up, when you finally sit down and pop open a cold one while you sit on a fire escape smoking some Cubans? Logan Howlett was just a man.

A man that you may or may not wanted to fuck. Really badly.

The first time the thought crossed your mind was when Wade was recanting where he’d been for those 72 hours (once agin, read: dramatically reenacting him and Logan meeting each other then promptly fighting each other). He was going on about seeing who he thought was this Captain America guy, when Logan let out a short and low chuckle. “Oh, I’m sorry, Peanut. Was my genuine sadness of not seeing what can only be described as a patriotic Brazilian butt lift amusing to you?” Wade pouted, crossing his arms as he looked down at the two of you on the couch.

“Oh, it’s funny, bub. Funny how the son of a bitch got himself killed, but still fuckin’ funny,” Logan snorted, popping open another beer. Fucking Christ, you could see the veins in his arms bulging just slightly. “Your buddy here got a kick outta Mr. Boy Scout cursin’ up a storm like a damn sailor. I doubt even Wade could pull it off, but maybe the little doll here could do it, Heard ‘em curse out a guy at the bar for less.”

Doll. He called you fucking doll, only two months into knowing you. It shouldn’t have done something to you, but it did.

“Oh that’s not true. The author of this thing would never my little munchkin say such things,” Wade let out a small gasp, clutching his imaginary pearls as he looked at you in shock. “Right honey bun?” You let out a cheeky smile, looking over to Wade with a small giggle. “I might have told a guy to uh… Take a beer bottle, shove it up his ass, and keep it there until it turns back into molten glass. And maybe also choke on it. And maybe take a shit into it and then chug it like a frat boy who did too much molly. Maybe.”

This time, Wade looked like he was about to faint. And he did.

“Well shit, doll. I’ve been tryin’ to get him to shut the fuck up for almost two months, and you went and did it for me,” Logan let out a low whistle, chuckling to himself as he took another puff of his cigar and swinging one thick arm over the couch. Fucking Christ, you didn’t know how one man’s arm can be the size of your entire thigh. “Thanks for that, I fuckin’owe ya one.” You couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle, shaking your head as you watched Wade ‘recover’ from fainting. “He’s just being dramatic, I didn’t really do much, honest,” you sighed, leaning into the couch with a smile on your face as you closed your eyes with a short hum. “Wade does that a lot.”

“What, faint? If that’s the case, he should faint more fuckin’ often,” Logan snorted, moving his arm to go behind your back to pass you another beer— Only neither of you knew where the bottle opener was. “Shit, must’ve left it in the kitchen,” you muttered, moving to get up from the couch. “Wait a bit, I can go get it—”

Logan cut you off with a wave of his cigarhand, motioning for you to sit back down. “Don’t worry ‘bout it, doll. Here, give it to me,” Logan huffed, taking the beer in his large hand before popping the cap off with a pop. With his fucking teeth.

You sat there dumbfounded, mouth agape as he passed you the freshly opened bottle with a small smirk. “What, got somethin’ on my face, doll?” Logan chuckled, shaking his head as he went back to watching Wade ramble on about how crude you had been.

Yeah, that was the first time you’ve thought about letting him bend you over.

The second time, Wade wasn’t home. You had tried to drop off a batch of brownies when it was Logan who opened up the door… In nothing but a wife beater and low jeans with a cigar. You think you actually drooled a little just by looking at him.

“Hey, uh— Is Wade home?” You cleared your throat, readjusting your weight from one leg to the other. You could feel Logan looking up and down at you, and you couldn’t tell if it was to judge you on the state of disarray your hair was in… Or if you caught a glimpse of a bit of desire in his eyes as he looked at you as he leaned on the door. “What, whaddya need him for?” Logan grumbled as he crossed his arms over his broad chest. “Red’s out on a job, and Al’s visitin’ family upstate, so ‘s just me in here.”

“Oh, okay— I can just stop by later if you want–? I know you value your time alone,” You mumbled, trying to look anywhere but his body or face, but fuck it was hard not to. He was built like a damn sculpture crafted by the gods, and who were you to not appreciate? Logan sighed, taking a drag out of the cigar in his hands before letting out a plume of smoke in a long exhale. “Come on in, doll. ‘M not gonna kick ya out or anythin’, you live right across the hall anyway,” He huffed out, moving out of your way and slipping back into the apartment, expecting you to follow. Your eyes followed his gait with every step he took, trailing up to the slight sway in his hips…

Sometimes you think that you’re a bit too horny for your own good.

“Thanks, Logan. I just needed to drop off these brownies for Wade, said he wanted them for the get-together this weekend,” You sighed, grunting slightly as you set down the large basket of brownies before turning over to send him a soft smile. “I’m also going to be guessing you probably won’t be there?”

Logan grunted, smirking slightly as he leaned against the couch. “And why would ya think that, hm? What, think I ain’t the kind of guy to wanna spend time with friends?” He chuckled, looking around seemingly for the ashtray before running down on his luck.

This was the climax of the second time you’ve wanted to fuck Logan. Right as you watched him put out the cigar on his palm, his face contorting into an expression of what looked like— Pleasure? A hint of relief? Whatever it was, it was only there for a moment before it was replaced by his usual scowl. “Course I’ll be there, doll. Wouldn’t miss it, since you and the kid’ll be there. You will be there, right?”

You stood there fumbling over your words, a slow blush creeping up your neck as you finally looked him in the eyes. Despite the scowl, you could see a bit of genuine curiosity in his eyes; a look of slight eagerness and what you thought might’ve been a small smile.

‘Yeah. Yeah, I’ll be there, Logan,” You smiled, crossing your arms over your chest with a soft hum. “And for the record, I’ll have more reason to show up if you let me have some of your whiskey.” At that, Logan barked out a hardy laugh, clutching his stomach as he keeled over. You were a bit confused, until you watched him as he walked over to you slowly, caging you in with his thick arms as he leaned in closely to you. “You can have my whiskey when I’m good and buried, doll. And I’ve already got two hundred and something years under my belt,” He whispered, a smile creeping up to his lips as he backed up from you and walked away to the couch. “You can certainly try to take it from me, darlin’.”

Fuck. This man wasn’t making things easier for you.

The third time was a hard hitter, and you can quote yourself on that.

It was a few days after the get-together, everyone that was involved was happy and content with seeing old friends and making new ones. Laura got to connect with Yukio and Ellie, Remy and Al of all people were playing poker (you couldn’t tell who was winning and who was cheating), and Wade and Vanessa were finally back in the comfortable stages of the long road of getting back together.

But you? Oh, you were too busy thinking about how Logan had been with you at the party.

He practically shadowed you. No matter where you went, he was there to check up on you. Logan was like your personal bodyguard, even though all of the people in the room you trusted more than anything. And even though he wouldn’t admit it to your face when you asked him then, you knew that Logan was enjoying it just as much as you were. Which is why you just decided to ask him after the party.

“So, what was with that whole guard dog act earlier tonight? I wasn’t exactly in a position to get hurt or anything,” you hummed, carefully washing off dishes in the kitchen as Logan leaned against the fridge, watching you like he had been all night. “No, I know you ain’t in any spot to get hurt, doll,” he grumbled, crossing his arms with a grunt. “Just wanted to keep an eye on ya, make sure you were all right, y’know?”

You couldn’t help but smile a bit at that. This rugged, war battered old man worrying about little old you. It would almost be endearing if your mind wasn’t such a fucking whore; it just had to make that one little sentence seem like Logan was into you.

“Well, thanks again for looking out for me, I appreciate it—” A sharp pain shot up your hand, a string of curses leaving your lips as you clutched your bloodied hand. Apparently, you were too busy staring at Logan to notice the very obvious and very big knife in the sink, dribbles of blood slowly dripping down your hand. Logan immediately perked up, smelling the blood the moment its scent hit his nose and gently taking your hand into his. “Here, let me take a look at it, doll,” he mumbles, already handy with the first aid kit and tilting your palm upwards, slowly wiping the wound clean before wrapping a bandage around it. “There, feel any better?”

“Y-Yeah, yeah a little bit better.” you sighed, wincing slightly as you moved your hand around a bit. “Thanks for helping me, I guess I got a bit distracted and slipped up—” Logan cut you off with a short chuckle, still holding your injured hand in his as he moved closer to you. He was practically caging you in at this point, stuck between him and the kitchen counter. “Yeah, doll? And what got ya so distracted, hm?” He hummed lowly, bracing his weight against the counter with one hand. “What’s goin’ on in that pretty lil’ head of yours?”

You could feel your face grow hot, doing everything you could to not look him in the eye. “W-Well, I was just— Y’know, thinking about things—” you stumbled over your words, letting out a short gasp as you felt your hand being let go in turn for Logan to tilt your chin up to face him. “Look at me when I talk to you, doll. Wanna see that pretty face,” He rumbled, his face so close to yours and yet not close enough. “Now, tell me again without the bullshit. What got ya so distracted that you cut your hand and made me almost go fuckin’ crazy from the smell of your blood?”

God forgive you for being so weak minded, but what were you supposed to do when Logan looked at you like that? When he looked down at you like he was going to fucking eat you right there on the kitchen counter and save the rest of you for bed?

You were about to open your mouth to answer him, drawing in a soft breath before you heard the apartment door open with a loud thud. “Oh sugar bear, Daddy’s hooome!” Wade’s voice rang out, followed by the characteristic troubled breathing of Mary Puppins. You looked back up at Logan, who almost looked like he was going to curse Wade out and tear him a new one, or at the very least try. He sighed, looking down at you with a haze in eyes as he took his hand off your chin and backed away. “We ain’t done yet, doll. I still expect you to tell me sooner or later,” he growled softly, moving out the kitchen to shout at Wade to keep it down, and leaving you in the kitchen more soaked than ever.

It would be almost a month before you would give Logan an answer.

It wasn’t because you didn’t know the answer. No, you know why you were distracted when you were talking to Logan. It’s the same reason why you went through almost two different vibrators within the last two months of knowing the bastard. You were distracted because everytime you looked at him, all you could think about was how he would feel pressed up against you. How his rough hands would feel gliding against your soft skin as he picked you up and—

“Helloooo, Earth to munchkin,” Wade waved his hand in front of your face, a slight pout on his lips. “Whatcha thinkin’ bout in there, hon?”

You sighed, waving off his hand from your face and focusing on reality. “It’s nothing, Wade, really. Don’t worry about it,” you mumbled, resting your hands on the bar counter to prevent yourself from fidgeting. Wade, unfortunately, caught wind of your bullshit and decided to pry deeper. “Oho, I know whatcha thinkin’ bout, you dirty whore. You’re thinkin’ bout Wolvie again, aren’t you?” He teased, smirking as he gave you some sort of all knowing look. “Been eager to get into his britches, haven’t you?”

“What? No, no, that is not what I’ve been thinking about,” you scoffed, shaking your head. “I’m just— Thinking about things. That’s all.”

Wade let out a long ‘mhmmmmm’ before tapping the bar counter for another drink. “Oh sure you weren’t, honeybuns. I see how you look at Peanut, you wanna fuck him so bad it makes you look desperate,” he snorted, downing his drink before tapping for yet another shot. Jesus, that man just couldn’t stop drinking. “No judgement here, amigo, I get it. I mean if old Loggy-Bear was all over me like how he is with you, I’d be jumping those adamantium bones and just going right on down to Pound Town while he—”

“Okay, okay! I think I get it!” You cut him off, rubbing your temples and letting out a frustrated sigh. “Look, I know you’re trying help in your own fucked up way, but let’s not talk about how badly you want to get stabbed by him again, yeah?”

“Oh don’t worry, I’m sure the author of this thing will write that out sometime soon. But let’s focus on you finally getting down and frisky with Logan while he eats you out to ‘Dirty Diana’,” Wade nodded, finally motioning to you to come with him out the bar after you paid the bill. “Walk with me, mija. Time for me to impart some Wade Wisdom to you, trademark still pending.”

He brought you out to a place in the park by your apartment, only a good walk away. “Look, when talking with a man like Logan, it’s best to just be honest with both parties, yeah? You obviously want to fuck him, and he definitely wants to fuck you, so you know what ya do?” Wade noted down at you, seemingly waiting for you to answer him. “I just… Tell him how I feel?” You said unsurely, your face scrunching up slightly at your own answer. And by the look on Wade’s face, it probably wasn’t the best one you could give in his mind.

“Tell him how you— Fuck no! God, this isn’t some shitty Colleen Hoover book with— With vague illusions to fucking incest between step siblings!” Wade gagged out, looking almost disappointed he had to utter that sentence. “No, what you do is play into the scene already playing out. He’s looking for you to give him an answer with words, so what you do is answer him with action! Throw him for so many loopholes that by the time you’re finally ready for he just fuckin’ goes at ya like acougar with a bunch of college boys around her!”

“That is… Oddly specific, Wade. And slightly gross,” you muttered, shaking your head at his antics and sighing. Yet as much as you hated it, Wade’s words held some truth to them. You weren’t going to stand a chance if you just outright told Logan how he made you feel, that would be straight up suicide to you and your pride. But if you played into the song and dance that the two of you had now…

“Look, listen to me or don’t, it’s all up to you. But deep down, riiiiight in that little spot above your uterus and under that primordial pouch, ya know I’m right,” Wade patted your back, leading you back to the apartment complex.

“Yeah, yeah, I know… Also, I think the uterus is between the bladder and rectum, Wade.”

Despite your better judgement, you decided to listen to Wade’s advice. Well, some of it.

When you and Logan were alone, you resorted to longing glances at him, staring just long enough for him to catch you before you turned away. Then it escalated to slow touches on his arms as he sat next to you, trailing your hand down the expanse of muscle before pulling away. The challenge with that, however, was that you weren’t sure whether or not it would be him caving in or you. And frankly, it was looking like it was you who was about to crack.

It was after the second vibrator broke that you said enough was enough, no more teasing around the bush. You were going to give Logan a straightforward answer and whatever happened happened.

You sighed, tossing the broken toy across your bedroom angrily and letting out a frustrated groan. At the rate you were running through toys, you were certain that you’d be scrounging for street change on the corner. It got so bad to the point that you had to resort to your hands like some sort of caveman, grinding pathetically against your hand only to cry in frustration into your pillow. And tonight was one of those nights.

At least it was, until there was a knock on the door of your apartment.

You got up out of bed, grumbling to yourself as you trudged through your apartment to open the door with a sigh. “Whatever the fuck it is, it better be important enough for you to be banging on my door at almost two in the fucking morning—” You started to rant, only cutting yourself off when you saw Logan looming over you as he stood in the doorway. “Don’t worry, doll, ‘s just me,” he grunted out, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked down at you.

“Logan— What, uh, what are you doing up?” You cleared your throat, wiping away the sleep from your eyes as you moved to let him into your apartment. He hummed softly, situating himself onto the couch with a light grunt. “Couldn’t sleep all that much with Red yappin’ about some fuckin’ game or whatever, came over here where it’s quiet,” Logan sighed, eyeing you up as he watched you head to the kitchen to give him a beer. “That sounds like Wade, yeah,” you chuckled, sitting down next to him with a slight smile. “I mean, I don’t mind letting you spend the night here. I’d rather you be grumpy cus of Wade rather than you be grumpy due to lack of sleep.”

Logan snorted, a slight smirk on his lips as he brought the beer bottle to his lips and tore off the cap with his teeth. Just like the first time you’ve wanted to let him fuck you… “Trust me, I don’t sleep all that well to begin with, doll. But thanks for bein’ all sweet and considerate to an old bastard like me,” he chuckled, chugging the bottle as drops of beer cascaded down the corner of his lips and down his throat, that same sensation in the pit of your stomach bottling up.

“So, I’ve been meanin’ to ask ya this… Why haven’t you given an answer to that question I asked ya?” Logan said softly, looking over at you with a subdued heat in his eyes, watching your every move as he leaned back on the couch.

Shit. Shit.

You didn’t know whether you should say anything or hide away in shame, but something told you that neither of those choices were on the table. “Look, about that, I—” You began, but was cut off by Logan raising his hand.

“Aht. You keep your mouth nice and shut while I tell you somethin’, you got that, doll?” He muttered softly, taking another swig of his beer before putting it on the table and moving you closer to him. “I think I know why you haven’t given me an answer yet. And I also think it has somethin’ to do with that little ache between those pretty lil thighs of yours, ain’t that right, darlin’?”

You could feel your breath grow labored, blushing as he pulled you to his body just enough for you to smell the scent of whiskey and pine on his skin. It was overwhelming, but not in a bad way. On the contrary, it was intoxicating.

“So it made me wonder… What could possibly make a sweet, innocent, delicious lil thing like you get so distracted?” Logan rumbled close to your ear, delighting in the way you shivered as his breath hit your neck. “Maybe you were thinkin’ ‘bout somethin’ else, maybe you weren’t thinkin’ at all… But that ain’t your style, is it? Nah, you’re too methodical and shit to be randomly distracted. You only get distracted when there’s a man like me that’s older than your fuckin’ grandpa starin’ down at ya like you’re a nice, juicy piece of meat. Don’t you, doll?”

You could feel your panties getting soaked, squeezing your thighs as you felt that familiar ache in between your legs start to rear its head. “L-Logan—”

“Not a word, doll. Told ya to keep those pretty lips nice and sealed, didn’t I?” Logan growled, his large hands moving down to your thighs and gently pulling them apart, putting your back onto the couch. “Don’t think that I didn’t smell just how fuckin’ soaked you got everytime you were with me. Could smell you so much when we were in that kitchen, took all I had to not fuckin’ pounce on ya like a damn dog. And when I asked what got ya so distracted, you just grew so fuckin’ wet and needy for me, didn’t you? Couldn’t resist gettin’ all hot and bothered over a guy twice your size hoverin’ over ya like the sweet little doll you are, doin’ all he can to not just be completely fuckin' feral for ya.”

His hands trailed up the skin of your thighs, moving to the soft inner flesh and settling himself in between your legs. You could feel the gentle ache start to grow greater and greater, your breathing growing heavier and heavier with how close Logan was to you. He was right when he said you got riled up over having a larger guy hover over you, because right now your brain was going haywire with how his body practically covered yours.

“What’s the matter, doll? You normally got some whitty comeback for shit like this, what’s got ya all riled up, sweetness?” Logan growled, his eyes frantic as he looked down at you. You bit your lip, trying to get a hold of your breathing before opening your mouth to speak. “Y-You do, Logan… You have me all riled up. For the past two fucking months you’ve had me riled up to the point where I went through two separate vibrators all cus they couldn’t keep up with me. Shit, even before you came over the newest one joined the fucking graveyard of sex toys I’m making because not a single damn one was you.”

The air was silent, thick with tension as the two of you stared at each other. You didn’t know whether or not to say something, or just continue the staring match. “Are you tellin' me… That for the past two fuckin’ months, you’ve been workin’ away at that needy lil’ cunt all because of me? All because you wanted to get bent over like some whore in a back alley by a guy that could snap you in half like a fuckin' twig?” Logan rumbled lowly, his grip on your thighs loosening slightly as his chest heaved with every breath he took. All you could do was slowly nod, your own breaths out of sync with the way your mind raced.

“Fuck… Fuck,” Logan groaned, lifting you up by your thighs and pulling you into his lap for a kiss, keeping your body close to his as his lips devoured yours. Each time you pulled away for air, he would give you only a moment to breathe before clawing you back in for more. And to be honest, you weren’t sure if you wanted to come back up for air after the fifth time he pulled you in.

“All this time, I-I didn’t think you’d be into me— Thought I was just seeing or i-imagining things whenever you looked at me— I thought you wouldn’t want me…” You stuttered, letting out a soft whine as Logan pawed at your ass and slipped a hand underneath your nightblouse, guiding your body along his thigh slowly. “Don’t you ever think for a moment that I ain’t ever want you, darlin’. I’ve wanted you the moment I saw your pretty lil’ ass in the hallway when Wade introduced you,” Logan growled, his lips trailing down from your mouth, down your neck, and finally to your shoulder where he sank his teeth into your flesh.

“For two fuckin’ months, doll. Two whole months, I’ve thought about this pretty little body in my lap like this. Havin’ a sweet young thing like you lovin’ up on me like some desperate little puppy who can’t help but hump my thigh,” he groaned, licking your skin as he lifted you up and carried you down the hall to your room, tossing you onto the bed. “Do you know how many times I’ve sat there and wondered whether or not to fuck you right there in that kitchen? How many times I’ve had to hold myself back from tearin’ those clothes of yours to shreds? Or how many times I’ve fucked my hand thinkin' it was this sweet lil cunt of yours?”

You could feel yourself grow wet, that familiar ache in the pit of your stomach growing as you looked up at him. And God above if you didn’t wish that you had done this sooner with the way Logan looked at you now.

He looked at you like a wolf finally cornering a rabbit after a long hunt. You could see it in the way he gazed down at you as he took off his shirt, how his muscles tensed as he crawled over to you, stalked over to you like he was going to eat you up. “Look at you… All flushed and eager just because I’m starin’ at you like a fine steak. You get off on this, don’t you? Me tellin' ya how I want you, how I look at you,” He whispered, his eyes softly leading a trail down your chest.

“I can’t h-help it,” you whispered, your eyes flitting down to avoid his gaze and shivering softly as you felt his calloused hands run up your thighs. “What am I supposed to do when you look at me like that? What am I supposed to do when you look at me like I’m your everything, like you see me as the best thing that’s ever happened to you—”

“Because you are, doll. You are the best damn thing that’s happened to me in almost two hundred fuckin’ years. Not bein’ sent here to this timeline, not meetin’ Wade; it was you,” Logan whispered, tilting your head up to look up at him. “No matter what the hell anyone says, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I don’t think anyone would be able to tell me otherwise that you, doll, are a fuckin’ godsend.”

You couldn’t believe the words that left his lips. Here you were, underneath the fucking Wolverine while he tells you that you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him. And supposedly this was the worst Wolverine out of all the ones Wade could’ve picked out. Here Logan was telling you that the best thing to happen to him in his long lived life, and at the same time he had you pinned down under him like a little rabbit.

It didn’t take long for you to finally grow some liquid courage.

You couldn’t remember pulling Logan in for a kiss, but you remembered how his lips felt on yours. You remembered how his hands had torn off the top of your blouse and just how good his mouth felt when it trailed down your neck and onto your shoulder. Christ, just his hands alone was enough to get you soaked before Logan finally tore off your panties.

“Fuck, spread your legs for me, honey. Lemme see that pretty lil' cunt so I can have a meal,” he rumbled, prying open your thighs as he kissed down your body and stopping just above your folds, kissing the skin ever so softly. “Been waitin’ for this for two fuckin’ months and I am not gonna miss out on it.” He slowly trailed the flat of his tongue up your slit, practically moaning at the taste of you and the sounds of your moans leaving your lips.

“W-Wait, Logan—” you gasped, a soft mewl leaving you with every filthy slurp and suck his lips took from you. With every lap of your juices on your tongue and every grip of your thighs, it was like he couldn’t get enough of you. It was only when you tugged on his hair that he let up from his feast, your slick on his chin and lips. “What, what is it, doll? What do ya need, darlin’?” He mumbled, his thumbs rubbing your inner thighs as he looked up at you.

“I-I just— It’s been a while since anyone’s… Gone down on me,” you whispered, blushing softly as he kissed your thighs.

Logan stopped for a moment, almost looking shocked at what you said. “You’re tellin’ me that no one’s ever taken time outta their day to eat this pretty lil’ cunt? No one at all?” He whispered softly, almost in deep thought as his eyes stayed focused on that sweet treat between your legs, his tongue sweeping over his bottom lip. “Well, yeah… I’ve been single longer than Queen Elizabeth was ruling fucking England, and the last time it happened the guy didn’t know what to do—”

A sharp gasp left your throat as you felt Logan slip two thick fingers into you, his mouth back on your clit with a soft growl. “‘S a fuckin’ crime, is what it is. Pretty lil’ doll like you should be fuckin’ worshipped, ‘specially with a cunt like this…” He groaned against you, his fingers pumping in and out of your pussy with a slick sound. “Bet that lil’ fuckin’ prick you were seein’ before all this didn’t even know what to do with such a fuckin’ goddess like you.”

Logan took your lips away from your clit, panting softly as he wiped away your juices from his chin. “Lemme guess, the lil’ fucker didn’t even make you cum when he tried to go down on ya, did he?” He growled, moving his fingers ever faster and biting into your thigh, reveling in the sounds of your moans and whines. “C’mon, doll, lemme hear ya say it. Lemme hear ya say that bastard couldn’t make you cum not fuckin’ once.”

You couldn’t even respond to him with how quickly he was moving his fingers, only answering him with a soft cry of his name and cumming on his mouth and fingers. Christ, you don’tknow how long it’s been since you had an orgasm like that. It took you a good while to come down from the high, as well, gripping the sheets underneath you as Logan slowed down the movements of his fingers. “Fuck… Guess that answers that question, huh doll?” He panted softly, smirking to himself as he gently licked off your juices with a deep groan. “I-I’m sorry… Like I said, it’s been a long time for me,” you whispered, panting heavily as you shyly closed your legs together and looked away from Logan, almost embarrassed by how much you actually came.

“Hey, look at me, sweetness.”

You felt your chin being tilted up to look at Logan, his pupils blown wide and trained on you. “Don’t you ever fuckin’ apologize for puttin’ on a show like that, ya hear me?” He whispered softly to you, his thumb trailing over your bottom lip gently as his eyes gazed lower and lower down your body, his other hand moving what remained of your night blouse up and trailing gentle kisses up your stomach. “ I never wanna hear you say sorry for bein’ so damn good for me…”

You squirmed under him, soft little whines and moans leaving your lips as you felt his warm mouth wrap around your nipple and gently suck on it, his tongue swirling around it with expertise and care while his other hand moved from your mouth and down to your other breast to squeeze it slightly. “I didn’t think that this would happen, so I guess I can’t help but f-fumble over my words a bit,” you mumbled, watching as the hand massaging your chest moved away to unbuckle his pants and pull them down along with his boxers, resisting to let out a gasp when you saw how fucking big he was.

There was no way that could fit in me, you thought. And apparently, Logan knew what you were thinking, because he stopped to look up at you with a smirk.

“What, think I’m too big for ya? Don’t worry, dollface, I think I got ya lubed up just enough for me to fit. And if that don’t work, then I’ll make it fuckin’ fit,” he chuckled, teasingly grinding his cock against your folds and watching your slick practically drench him. You could only keep your eyes on Logan as he slowly slipped inside you with a low growl. And fuck if that stretch wasn’t the best you’ve ever felt in all your adult years; no matter how many times you’ve gotten a cheap lay after a night out on a bar, no matter how many damn vibrators or toys you went through—Nothing could come close to the feeling of satisfaction you got the moment Logan finally had you wrapped around his cock.

“J-Jesus fuck— I can’t believe it, you r-really made it fit—” You let out a strangled whine, digging your nails into his back as he still pushed more of his cock into you, at long last bottoming out with a quiet groan. “Told ya I’d make it fit, gorgeous,” Logan panted, grinning down at you with a feral gleam in his eyes as he began to slowly move, keeping your thighs over his arms and leaning down to bite into your neck. “Told ya I’d take care of ya, didn’t I doll?”

You’d say something in response to him, but you could only whine and roll your hips against his just to get him to go a little bit deeper, just to stretch you out a little bit more. “I’m gonna need words, sweetheart, I can’t understand ya with all those whines and moans you’re makin’, pretty as they are,” Logan teased, finally giving a rough thrust of his hips into you as his fangs grazed against your pulse. “C’mon, baby, talk to me. Gotta know if I’m fuckin’ you good and deep just like you’ve been needin’.”

You knew that was a lie; Logan didn’t need words to know how good he was fucking you, the cocky bastard he is. He knew he was fucking you good, and you were too much of a touch starved mess to even respond properly to his taunting and teasing.

Steadily, Logan picked up the pace, every thrust deep and measured while his calloused hands kept your thighs spread apart for him to move, yet still remaining ever the gentle lover. And you loved it, you really did… But damn it all if you didn’t want Logan to fuck into you like a rabid wolf in heat and fuck you every which way to Sunday till you couldn’t even stand. And depending on whether or not you were thinking with your head (unlikely) or your cunt (very likely), you had just the thing to spurr him over the edge.

‘You holdin’ on there, doll? Not hurtin’ too mu—” A short and deep snarl left Logan’s lips, his eyes looking back to see your nails digging into his back like your own perfectly manicured versions of his claws. And the best part of it for him? You had actually gotten him to fucking bleed. Thin stripes of red streaking down his scarred skin as you urged and pleaded for him to stop treating you like a precious doll and fuck you like a whore on the street. All it would take for him to give it to you would be one simple phrase…

“I want you to fucking knot me, Logan,” you panted into his ear, moaning as you felt his thrusts grow heavier and heavier with each passing second.

Logan paused his movements, panting just as frantically as you were and looking down at you with wild eyes. “Excuse me? Who the fuck told you about that–?” He whispered hoarsely, his massive body caging you in against the bed as he rolled his hips into you slowly. You looked away shyly, already starting to wonder what the hell you just got yourself into. “W-Wade let it slip that that’s a part of your mutation one time when he was d-drunk— That was it, I swear–” You mumbled softly, gasping as you felt his fangs sink into your neck and almost passing out from the sensation.

“Fuckin’ hell… You’re just tryin’ to make me knock you up, huh? Just have a whole litter of my pups runnin’ around while I fill you up with more?” Logan growled against your neck, lapping up the small drops of blood that sprouted and lifting your legs up to your chest, his hips going into a rough and feral pace into you as he stretched your cunt to its limits. You could feel the knot in question forming at the base of his cock, so eager to slip it yet still too early for it to catch on. “I’m on the fucking pill, Logan, you try and knock me up as much as you want— Just please don’t ever fucking stop,” you begged, rolling your eyes back and finally, finally, feeling that ball of flames in your stomach coming undone, cumming around Logan’s cock and knot like it was your first time all over again. And this seemed to just spurr Logan on even more.

“Fuck, fuck— Take it, doll, take my fuckin’ knot—” He growled in your ear, a strangled groan leaving his throat as his knot finally locked into your pussy and filled you up, shivering above you as he felt your walls milk his cock dry for all it was worth. It was warm, it was intimate, it was just you and him with the rest of the world a distant memory.

It took a while for you to catch your breaths, but it was shockingly you to be the first one to speak. “That… Was the best sex I’ve ever fucking had…” You laughed softly, your voice barely a whisper with how much you were crying out. “And to think I had it with the fucking Wolverine of all people.”

Logan laughed softly, gently maneuvering the two of you to lay on your sides with him holding you close. “I’m just fuckin’ surprised you handled it without faintin'. Most people do. But not you, huh doll? Tough lil' firecracker, you are,” he chuckled, kissing your shoulder as he pulled the blankets over you two. “Listen, doll…This whole thing with us, I’d— I’d like it to be more than just a one time fuck. I want it to be more than us just fuckin', y’know?”

You smiled, gently taking his hand in yours and kissing in between his knuckles where his claws came out. “I thought you’d never ask, big guy,” you whispered, nuzzling against his chest and humming contently as he pulled you in. “By the way, uh… We’re gonna be stuck here for a while, aren’t we?”

Logan nodded, pressing a gentle kiss against your hair. “Yeah, yeah we are, doll… But how the hell did you know that?”

“I’ve read my fair share of omegaverse fanfiction with Wade.”

“What in the fuck is ‘omegaverse’?”

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Hi dear donors ! ❤️

I would like to extend my thank and gratitude for the support you have been offering over the last eleven months. ❤️☺️

My family and I have been suffering and going through the hardest days we have ever experienced in our life . Things are very hard to get and and sometimes unattainable.😭😓

Our sufferings and hardship started on the first day of the war when all our possessions were completely destroyed and burned. We have become displaced and homeless , finding ourselves in a small tent in streets with no means of life. We lack every single necessary thing of life; food, water, hygiene essentials, and other necessities have become scarce and rare.

Our life has been tough and harsh all the last time. No cooking gas , nor cooking tools exist . We struggle to prepare a small meal of food.

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This is a part of burying the dead. We also face some problems in the process of buying our dead people as no place is there for the family. Tombs aren't for the number of people living on a small spot of land.

All what we need is to survive the war and be safe. We are trying to secure the daily basic living necessities and this can come true with your contribution and support. Please don't spare this moment of supporting the people in need in Gaza in this tough and dire time. You can help us by either donating however small it is or sharing my posts. Your support makes a big difference for families in need.https://gofund.me/7e428359

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List of Journalists Killed During this Genocide. Say their names!

Jabr Abu Hadrous (29/12/23)

Abdallah Hamad (29/12/23)

Ahmad Khair El-Deen (28/12/23)

Muhammad Khair El-Deen (28/12/23)

Ahmed Jamal Al-Madhoun (24/12/23)

Mohammed Abu Hwaidi (23/12/23)

Rizq Arrouq (22/12/23)

Muhammad Al-Saidi (22/12/23)

Adel Zorob (19/12/23)

Abdullah Alwan (18/12/23)

Haneen Ali Al-Qashtan (17/12/23)

Mashal Ayman Shahwan (16/12/23)

Assem Kamal Musa (16/12/23)

Rami Badir (15/12/23)

Ali Ashour Abu Malek (15/12/23)

Samer Abu Daqqa (15/12/23)

Khamis Hussain (15/12/23)

Ahmed Abu Abseh (13/12/23)

Hanan Ayad (13/12/23)

Narmeen Qawas (13/12/23)

Abdel Kareem Oudeh (12/12/23)

Mohammed Abu Samra (10/12/23)

Doaa al-Jabour (9/12/23)

Ola Atallah (9/12/23)

Hossam Omar Ammar (8/12/23)

Hamada Al-Yaziji (6/12/23)

Abdul Hamid Al-Qarinawi (3/12/23)

Mahmoud Salem (3/12/23)

Shaima Al-Jazzar (3/13/23)

Hassan Farajallah (3/12/23)

Hudhayfah Lulu (3/12/23)

Muhammad Farajallah (2/12/23)

Abdullah Darwish (1/12/23)

Muntaser Al-Sawwaf (1/12/23)

Marwan Al-Sawwaf (1/12/23)

Adham Hassouna (1/12/23)

Nader Al-Nazli (25/11/23)

Amal Zuhd (24/11/23)

Mostafa Bakeer (24/11/23)

Mohamed Mouyin Ayyash (23/11/23)

Mohamed Nabil Al-Zaq (21/11/23)

Assem Al-Barash (21/11/23)

Jamal Haniyeh (21/11/34)

Farah Omar (21/11/23)*

Rabih Al Maamari (21/11/23)*

Ayat Khadoura (20/11/23)

Alaa Al-Nimr

Bilal Jadallah (19/11/23)

Abdelhalim Awad (18/11/23)

Sari Mansour (18/11/23)

Hassouneh Sleem (18/11/23)

Mostafa El Sawaf (18/11/23)

Amr Salah Abu Hayah (18/11/23)

Mossab Ashour (18/11/23)

Mahmoud Matar (15/11/23)

Ahmed Fatima (13/11/23)

Yaacoub Al-Barsh (13/11/23)

Mousa Al-Barsh (12/11/23)

Ahmed Al-Qara (10/11/23)

Yahya Abu Manih (7/11/23)

Mohamed Abu Hasira (7/11/23)

Mohamed Al Jaja (5/11/23)

Haitham Harara (3/11/23)

Mohamad Al-Bayyari (2/11/23)

Mohammed Abu Hatab (2/11/23)

Majd Fadl Arandas (1/11/23)

Iyad Matar (1/11/23)

Imad Al-Wahidi (31/10/23)

Majed Kashko (31/10/23)

Nazmi Al-Nadim (30/10/23)

Yasser Abu Namous (27/10/23)

Duaa Sharaf (26/10/23)

Zaher Alafghani (25/10/23)

Jamal Al-Faq’awi (25/10/23)

Saed Al-Halabi (25/10/23)

Ahmed Abu Mahadi (25/10/23)

Salma Mkhaimer (25/10/23)

Hudhayfah Al-Najjar

Mohamed Al Hassani

Mohamed El-Shorbajei

A’ed Ismail Al-Najjar (24/10/23)

Iman Al-Aqili (24/10/23)

Mohammed Imad Labad (23/10/23)

Roshdi Al-Sarraj (22/10/23)

Mahmoud Abu Zarifa (22/10/23)

Hany Al-Madhoun (21/10/23)

Mohammed Ali (20/10/23)

Khalil Abu Aathra (19/10/23)

Sameeh Al-Nady (18/10/23)

Mohammad Balousha (17/10/23)

Issam Behar (17/10/23)

Abdulhadi Habib (16/10/23)

Yousef Maher Dawas (14/10/23)

Salam Mema (13/10/23)

Ali Nisman (13/10/23)

Husam Mubarak (13/10/23)

Issam Abdallah (13/10/23)*

Abdul Rahman Shihab (12/10/23)

Anas Abu Shamala (12/10/23)

Ahmed Shehab (12/10/23)

Mustafa Al-Naqeeb (11/10/23)

Rajab Al-Naqeeb (11/10/23)

Mohamed Fayez Abu Matar (11/10/23)

Saeed Al-Taweel (10/10/23)

Mohammed Sobh Abu Rizq (10/10/23)

Hisham Alnawajeha (10/10/23)

As’ad Shamlakh (8/10/23)

Mohammad Jarghoun (7/10/23)

Ibrahim Mohammad Lafi (7/10/23)

Mohammad Al-Salhi (7/10/23)

*lebanese journalist | could not find date of martyrdom

spent the whole day confirming all of these names and looking through multiple resources. the ones with dates are journalists who’s date of martyrdom and/or exact cause of death is stated by sources besides the government media office official list.

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The images that Israel claims are of fighters arrested and stripped in Gaza include a journalist and his family, two teenage boys, one United Nations employee, and the director of an UNRWA school.

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Israel blows up Gaza's "Palace of Justice" compound which housed the Palestinian Supreme Court, the Court of Appeal, the Court of First Instance & the Magistrate. 100,000s of vital case documents are gone. Deliberately targeting civilian infrastructure is a War Crime!

Israel's soldiers took victory images inside the Palestinian Supreme Court before blowing it up into pieces. This proves the facility constituted ZERO danger to the Israeli military & no militants were hiding inside it at the time it was destroyed. Again, a war crime!

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Gaza has a large disabled population. Wissam is just one of tens of thousands, who need medication and care, facing the devastating choice of being slaughtered at home or out on the streets. All districts in Gaza but one have been declared combat zones.

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The painting held by the protesters is "Guernica" by Pablo Picasso. It was painted in response to an event during the Spanish Civil War in 1937 where the small Basque town was bombed extensively by Nazi German and Italian forces. 1,645 people were killed and a further 889 were injured. The town was defenseless and held no military gain or strategic value to either opposing forces.

A thousand died defenceless at the hands of an unnecessary military raid. This is a war crime condemned by thousands across the globe.

Tens of thousands more are dying today in Palestine due to Israeli "defences", yet the Western world refuses to condemn them for the same war crime, and dozens more at a much more severe rate.

Guernica communicates the same message today as an anti-war painting, however it is not a conflict if one side has the weapons and the other has their prayers.

Israel is not and never will be the victim.

Israel is an Apartheid Terrorist state.

A four day ceasefire will never be enough if Palestinians are given freedom only to be carpet bombed and buried again. They are grouping the masses to wipe them out more efficiently.

It does not stop at a ceasefire. Palestine must be liberated.

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In WWII, in 6 years, 67 journalists were killed

In the Vietnam war, in 20 years, 63 journalists were killed

In Gaza, in 70 days, 89 journalists were killed

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Roughness

A/N: Yes this is self indulgent but SHOOSH I WANNA FUCK DANTE IN DEVIL TRIGGER SHOOOOOOSH

Contains: Monster fucking, devil trigger fucking, knotting, breeding kink, creampie, reader is gender neutral

He couldn’t get over it. 

 

How the roughness of his stubble matched perfectly with your soft thighs, how his calloused hands felt so good on your soft waist. How you begged ovr and over to fuck you senseless even when he was going slow. How you would whine and cry out for more whenever he gave you bites and hickeys on your neck and shoulders, even tugging his head closer when you could see how he just drooled over you. 

 

Fuck. Dante couldn’t get over how much you loved his roughness. 

 

Even now, with you against his chest and your thighs in his hands, did you continuously beg for it. How your soft voice longed to hear the roughness of his own, it coaxing him to break down the last of his restraint and just take you. Dante could feel himself growing harder by the moment and his need to just breed you becoming more and more apparent. How could he even say no to you? Not with your hands running all over his skin, leaving delectable shivers in their wake, not when you made such pretty moans for him. No, no he couldn’t say no to you, not ever.

 

“You gotta tell me exactly what you want, doll,��� Dante mumbled in your neck. “You gotta tell me exactly how rough you want me to be with you, otherwise I'm gonna be as soft as a blanket with ya, got that? If you don’t tell me with that pretty mouth of your’s, then I ain’t gonna go hard.” As much as he wanted to just go all out straight from the get go, he knew that he had to be gentle with you. That awareness came with being part demon, that acute sense that one wrong move could hurt you in a less than pleasurable way. It was the one way that Dante knew would keep himself from hurting you, no matter how much you reassured him.

 

You nodded in response, whimpering and trying to get the larger devil to do something to you. “I wanna feel your hands all over me as we fuck like this… I wanna feel your stubble scratch my neck as you kiss and bite it with all the force in the world. I want you to make me yours , Dante.” 

 

Fuck. Dante would be damned if that wasn’t the hottest thing he has ever heard from you. 

 

With a soft growl, he bit into your neck, sliding himself into and moving at break neck speed. You were already stretched enough to slide into with no problem, all seven inches of him. And oh how he delighted in your screams of pleasure as he fucked you. How you called out for Dante like only he could get rid of the heat that pooled in your stomach, how you begged him to be rougher, to go harder, to breed you…

 

And who was he to deny his angel?

 

Time and time again Dante filled you as you called out for him, just as time and time again did you cum on his cock just for him. It was just like heaven for both of you, and Dante never wanted to leave. He wanted to stay, just like this with his angel. Maybe it was the devil part of him that wanted it, shit, maybe even the human side wanted it too. But Dante kept going, putting his stamina to work on something other than just hunting demons. And even when inside of you, Dante’s demon heritage just had to shine through. Right as you asked for more, Dante could feel the change of his devil trigger coming on. And you could too.

He wanted to pull out, he really did, but his little angel just felt too good to slide out of just yet. 

 

It wasn’t the first time the younger son of Sparda had let his instincts, his need, take over. And just like all the other times, this one was bound to be pleasurable. You could feel just how much bigger Dante had become, how much thicker his cock had gotten, stretching you out deliciously. You could almost feel the heat radiating off of him as his moans and whimpers turned into deep growls and snarls of your name. You knew at this point how badly Dante wanted to cum, and you weren’t one to be a tease. So you decided to give him a little push . 

 

With just a little squeeze, you could feel Dante quicken his pace, and that was enough to send you just right over the edge to your release. But Dante had other ideas. He just kept going, and going, and going, until he too reached his peak and came with a resounding roar, cumming load after load into his little angel and holding you close, even resorting to pushing you into the mattress so he could shove his load into your tight hole deeper. 

 

It wasn’t long after that Dante, still in devil trigger, was licking at your wounds, holding you close as you layed on his chest peacefully, belly still full of cum. His cum. It was around this time that Dante spoke outside of just ragged growls and snarls to check up on you. “You okay, angel?” He rumbled, licking up the blood on your shoulder. “Didn’t go to rough on ya?” Smiling softly, you nodded and leaned on his chest, sighing as you felt his hand massage your back gently. “I’ll be okay with you taking care of me, Dante. I promise.”

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Such It Is Written

A/N: Yes this was made for a friend, no I'm not sorry

“Lay down for me, my sweet.”

You shuddered, laying down as V instructed. This had continued for what seemed like an eternity, his honeyed words laying upon you like a blanket of calm. V’s teasing words throughout the day only served to make you crumble more and more, with his subtle flair of lewd poetry adding to your dilemma. The dilemma was that no matter what you did, or what you told yourself about your body, V was there. Singing your praises, listing off everything that he thought was perfect about you to a tee. It was cute, at first, until V started to become bolder with time. Cute simple phrases turned more and more into lustful words that echoed throughout your mind, his way with words having all the more effect on you until you had just told him to prove that his word was true. 

You didn’t think he would be serious about making sure you knew he was honest.

So here you are, laid bare for V to enjoy and drink in as his soft and nimble hands ran up and down your thighs and hips. “Such beauty that lies before me, in mine eyes. Do tell me, what do you think I will praise you with this time? That sweet melodious voice that does ring in my ears like a heavenly tune, how your lips call to mine like a siren among the waves. Do tell me what you think I would do to you if you were in my position, here and now?” V softly whispered, his hands running up to greet your eager lips as his thumb passionately brushed against them. God, this man had a way with words, didn’t he? You were already whimpering from V’s words, your head spinning with all the praise he gave you. It would be right to assume that only his voice could bring you back from your hazy state. 

“Focus, my dove. I more than any creature on this earth love seeing you in a state of mind in which you can barely make a coherent thought with that pretty mouth of yours, but I do need you to focus on this one part. Do you think you can do that for me, my dear?” V hummed softly, massaging your waist to get you back down to Earth. All you could do without making a fool of yourself was give a little nod to him. Satisfied somewhat with your response, V slid his way down your body, making sure to kiss every single inch of skin that was on display for him. 

“I want you to do just one thing for me, dear. Just relax, alright? Let me take care of you for the evening. You only need to lay there and be a sweet little flower for me while I worship the divinity that is you. Do you think you can do that for me for the time being?” V whispered, laying his head on your inner thigh and kissing it softly, his lips grazing over your skin deliciously. Gods above and below… How were you able to resist such a request? You didn’t want to, not when he was singing such sweet praises for you and you alone. So all you could bring yourself to do was nod your head with a small whisper leaving your mouth. “Y-Yes, V…”

V smiled, taking your shyness as something attributed to how close he was to your folds. “Well then, since you allowed me to do this to you, allowed me to worship your divinity and all of its so-called flaws, allow me to return the favor in kind.” He hummed, lowering his mouth onto you and swiping his tongue eagerly over your clit. Every motion he made over your most intimate parts made you shudder and whine and drool. Your brain couldn’t even conjure up how V was so damn good at this. It was like the moment his mouth was on you, your brain just couldn’t think anymore, floating away until you were reduced to soft whines. You did your best to keep still, V’s hands still keeping themselves occupied with the supple flesh of your thighs and hips. 

“Such a good little thing for me… Oh, how I just wish I could just keep my head in between your thighs and lap away at you like an obedient dog for all eternity… But alas, I’m afraid the universe won’t allow me to do so. So, instead, I think I will indulge you in other ways, my flower. No need for you to speak, I only need a simple nod, and I will assure you that you won’t leave this bed until I have you melted halfway beyond thought. Just one simple, little nod for me.” V groaned in between sucking on your clit and lapping up your juices. And just as he asked, you only gave him a curt little nod as a sign of your obedience. V kissed your hips once more before removing his hands from your waist, slowly trailing them across your skin as he moved your legs up gently. “I want this to be pleasurable for us both. So, should you feel any discomfort, I want you to tell me. Understood?” V whispered, kissing down your neck and keeping his hands on your legs. Once again, a curt little nod was what you gave him. 

That curt little nod allowed you to have the best night of your life with someone else in your bed. 

You could barely contain your noises, your whines and whimpers for more. More of his hands, more of his lips on your skin, more of him pumping into you at a calm and passionate pace. Just more of him. From the way V was letting out his own noises, it seems that the same could be said for him. Oh what he wouldn’t give to just sink his teeth into you and mark you as his for all eternity, only having your warmth to make him whole again as he revelled in your cries for more and more. Neither of you couldn’t help it when your releases clashed with one another.

And as the two of you laid in each other’s arms, with V caressing your hair gently, you thought to yourself that maybe it was worth it whenever V wanted to be a little tease.

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okok hear me out, Childe x fem Cat hybrid reader- Is that too far?

Not at all! I also like the idea of Childe caressing your ears by the fire while you purr for him as he calls you a good girl is wonderful💞

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can you do childe x fem! Maid reader? Like it's a maid cafe? or is that too horni?

Ah, sorry nonnie! I don't really do maid reader types of stuff, it's more of a comfort issue </3

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daddy pantalone x male reader please... my gay ass belongs to that man and him alone <3

AAAA PANTALONE HAS MY HEART

I feel like he'd be one of those doms that would just spoil his baby boy rotten, but of course you would never be a brat because he just treats you that good!! Imagine him letting you cock wam him as he's working and he's just stroking your poor cock away </3

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I’m know I’m not the first person to say this, but any newbies on tumblr really need to understand how different this is from a lot of other social media. Particularly tiktok.

I just saw a creator on tiktok reminding followers that it’s actually a problem when someone goes back to the earliest post and watches all the posts chronologically, liking and commenting along the way. The stupid app recognizes it as spam or something and then kinda puts a halt on their account? Literally punishing people for positive engagement?? 🥴🤦‍♀️

I’ve already heard people saying years back how they don’t want to be “creepy” and go through a persons blog, liking and reblogging tons of stuff. But think how many more people are going to be worried about it now, thinking they might do actual damage! Most people, especially younger people, are so used to the way tiktok works now. So please, do not ever worry about this on here. Just remember-

You will never do any harm if you go on a like and reblog fest through someone’s tumblr blog! The only risk you’re taking is to make the blog owner weep for joy!! 😭🤣

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Childe x fem reader and he's tutoring her and shit and they start fucking-

OOOOOOO I LOVE THAT

The idea of Childe just keeping you on his cock as you warm the both of you inside and out, his hips moving a bit faster every time you get a question right and slowing down every time you get one wrong like the tease he is, his fingers rubbing you raw till you can't think,,, 🤤 Ugh so many thoughts