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can’t believe i willingly went through this shit again

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can we ignore the sadistic cannon to talk about how BIG joel miller is like please MANHANDLE me

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he tried to LIFT HIMSELF UP FOR HER

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BROOOOO YOUR SHIT IS SO GOOD😩 but now the only thing running through my head is a con managing to grab reader and quickly hide just to frag them, their servo over their intake (or kissing them to keep them quiet) and just going feral.

While the autobots are either distracted from the fight, or frantically trying to find you but keep getting caught up in fights mere meters away from where you’re being spiked down so hard.

Let's get freaky about it then!!! I love writing desperation in smut sosososo much...

"Battle Protocols" Gn Bot Reader x Thundercracker

Summary: Thundercracker finally gets a chance with reader and does not waste it.

Genre/Theme: Smut 🔞

Warnings: MDNI, Dubcon, Battlefield quickie, Rough sex,

Pronouns: You, Your, Yours

Notes: Gn Autobot reader! Reader gets their valve slammed when Thundercracker gets one over on them in the fight. Desperate very pent up Thundercracker included.

Thundercracker has had it.

Last time Thundercracker couldn't help trying to make you submit when he finally managed to pin you down. Then he got blasted by that red mini bot, and since then he's been stuck remembering how you looked under him. Then it's you and him on the battlefield again, and Thundercracker actually managed to lead the fight going away from the main battle by the power plant. You'd started brawling in the woods out here, and Thundercracker hits you hard and manages to throw you against a tree and pin you down.

And Thundercrackers shoving his glossia into your mouth to shut you up when you open your mouth. The kiss is sour- the taste of energon. And Thundercracker doesn't know if it's yours or his that's lacing the kiss, but it's exhilarating. Thundercracker doesn't waste time to rip your modesty panel open and frag two digits roughly into your valve to force you open for him. And you bite down on his glossia, and the taste just gets more muddled. But Thundercracker doesn't stop- in fact, he kisses you harder. The pain that throbbed across his frame now danced along his glossia. The rest of him still hurt from where you'd already injured him before this. The fight you'd just had left you both battered and smeared in each others paint.

It's a heated blur, but Thundercrackers spiking you before he realizes it and starts snapping his hips hard enough that you're crying out against his mouth every time he bottoms out. Or mostly bottoms out. Thundercracker was certainly fragging you hard enough, but his own frantic pace and desperate need had his technique sloppy even if it was frenzied. It was making Thundercrackers helm even more foggy. The way you were squeezing down on his spike and making all those noises that Thundercracker was swallowing right down certainly didn't help any. The mix of both your oral lubricants spills down his jaw and his own throat cables, and Thundercracker can only groan against you.

The energon pumping in his fuel lines meant for combat makes Thundercracker feel like his sparks about to jump out of his own frame. The tight wound that urges him to act in a battle as a war frame was instead driving him to frag you vigorously.

Thundercracker wanted to ruin you.

But he doesn't actually want to. (he does-!) He can tell it's his combat protocols! Combat protocols that make his frame heat up further to act quicker. And his vents open to account for heavier action, which he uses to just bury himself into your valve again- and again. Battle protocols telling him not to stop till you were either subdued or deactivated. Battle protocols making his fragging spike feel like it was trying to one up your valve in a fight. And he was failing Spectacularly! Why do you feel so good around him!?

You moan against him, and Thundercrackers wings jerk and slant like he's airborne and he needs to make invasive maneuvers. It's not like he was on the ground or anything! Frag- frag! You were making Thundercrackers frame glitch! Thundercrackers fragged your valve so roughly your valves now making a sloppy sound every time he thrusts back into you again. But you just keep opening up for him- he can't help it! Thundercrackers' servos hastily bounce you against his own feverish thrusts. Driving his spike deeper into you and making his frame scrape further against your own. His servos grip into your waist hard enough he can feel the metal on your hips dent. You wouldn't mind- he won- Thundercracker won after all! Thundercracker beat you in the fight! You shouldn't mind him leaving his mark on you- Wouldn't mind Thundercracker leaving his mark inside of you-!

Thundercracker kisses you harder, and he thinks he might've bitten you back- or maybe you just bit him a second time. Because Thundercracker swears he's tasting more energon along with the taste of you. You're clawing the paint right off his arms, and it stings, but more importantly, it's addictive. Feelings you mark him up. Feeling you squeeze down on him. Feeling you dent his frame back! Thundercracker actually whines against you when his overload starts hitting him, and he has to keep fragging you through it. (the fight wasn't over- he couldn't stop!) Thundercrackers' hips are still bucking but shorter and deeper. Your spike that's been neglected starts throbbing where it's trapped between you both, and you spill your transfluid on both of your chassis's. Your own overload hitting is accompanied by a mouthwatering sound from somewhere deep in your frame that vibrates right against Thundercrackers glossia.

And Thundercracker has to unlatch one of his servos from your frame to dig it above your helm into the tree bark instead. The bark crumbles under his grip, and his digits slip into the wood like sand. The woods splintering into the seams of his digit pads and Thundercrackers overload is rocking through his frame and spark so heavy he can't even give half a frag. Thundercrackers engines purr when his plating slacks, and you squeeze down on him even tighter through your overload. Thundercracker grits his jaw and has to brace his servo on the tree he's pinning you against.

Then, the tree bark explodes under his palm when Thundercrackers outlier ability slips out of his control. Thundercracker is not ready for it, or even considering the thought that he may lose control of his powers since he hadn't done that since he was a fragging new build. So Thundercracker naturally scares the utter slag out of himself (and you) when he accidentally sets off a sonic boom that shakes the entire tree so hard it starts to- Thundercracker shouts and has to yank away from your derma when you fall backwards along with the tree Thundercracker accidentally took down.

Thundercracker lands on top of you, and you're both lying in a mess of bark and next to the now downed tree. You grunt, and Thundercracker feels his spike slip out of you when he gets his gauntlets under himself. Thundercrackers cursing hard because he wants to stay and feel you more, but Thundercracker knows he fragged up bad! The sound of rapid pede falls only make Thundercracker rush to get up. He barely manages to turn when two of the Autobots are barreling through the shrubbery with their blasters already firing right at him.

Thundercracker takes to the air, and he retreats.

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You rapidly rub the dirt you'd scooped from the forest floor on your chassis to get the evidence of your own transfluid off yourself. You'd snapped your modesty panel back into place when your rescue came around the corner. Making a point to ignore the feeling of Thundercrackers transfluid trying and failing to spill out of the gaps of your closed panel. Green paint makes you glance up at Hound, who has big obvious concern all over his faceplate. "Are you alright?"

You just nod and glance at where Cliffjumper was shouting obscenities at Thundercrackers' retreating form. You glance back to see Hounds rapidly turning expression when he takes in all the paint transfers and obvious damage Thundercracker left on your frame. You tell Hound you'll be fine after a visit with Ratchet and a way to wash the taste of Seeker glossia out of your mouth. Hound jerks and stares at you with wide optics. While you just wipe the mix of oral lubricant and Thundercrackers energon off the corner of your mouth. Hound finally just sighs before apologizing for not finding you before he started kissing you. Definitely, having already had his own assumptions considering the evidence. Which hey Thundercracker did hold you down and make out with you. No reason they needed to know Thundercracker got into your modesty panel, too.

Especially not when you'd overloaded that hard from a little battlefield quickie.

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Me, getting distracted for a moment in just in smut and now I don't know what position they are in:

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I dont know much about arcane but.....

she gives me such heavy lesbian vibes

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No one really asked for Cowboy! Sevika but I'm here to provide it anyway

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𐙚 sevika; and her tendency to show you off.

if you realize it or not: sevika loves showing you off— if it’s by you perched on her lap while she plays a card game, or wrapping your arms around her forearm while she’s out and about, you’re always by her side. she doesn’t keep it a secret that you two are together either, she makes sure that everyone knows you belong to her. she’ll make sure to suck extra hickeys into your neck if she knows you won’t be with her the next day; the purple and blue taking up most of the room on your neck. even sometimes, if someone is blatantly flirting with you in front of her, she makes you grind down onto her thigh, her mechanical hand leaving a mark on your hip. sevika will always continue her game as if you’re not making a mess on her leg, trying to stifle a whine. she makes sure that the other person is aware of it too, being a little too loud when she talks you through it. ‘y’so good f’me baby, doing so good.’ and maybe the person would be confused at first, until you’re coming undone on top of her, and she’s giving you those exact same praises as before. sevika has a look, don’t touch mentality when it comes to you, and she makes sure everyone is aware of it.

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i'm sure you have tons of requests (you're literally THE wolverine writer) but is there any chance of us getting a part two to ur most recent work? the dancer!reader x teacher!hugh one. pretty please with a cherry on top it was so UGH

Follow My Lead II (Hugh Jackman) nsfw

A/N: teacher!hugh, dancer!reader, age gap (40s&early 20s) f!reader, oral f! and m! receiving, power imbalance, secret relationship

The last thing you thought would come with finally landing a role in a broadway production was a relationship with Hugh Jackman. It was a whirlwind from the first time you were together. Hugh had grown fond of you, wanting to teach you, guide you in this industry because you clearly had the talent for it. Hugh also wanted to teach you other things when you weren’t on stage, he wanted to taint you. There was something primal that awoke in him when he realized he had been your first, he felt responsible for you. As if it were his duty now to show you every pleasure imaginable between man and woman, and you were always eager to learn.

“There we go,” He says in a soft voice as he’s helping you stretch out. You’re apprehensive with the closeness as your group is still scattering out of the studio, but Hugh’s grown impatient not being able to touch you. “Focus, Y/N.” The use of your name draws your attention back to the mirror in front of you where you meet his domineering gaze, that knowing smirk on his face. “Raise your leg a little further.”

“I can’t.” You whisper, grabbing firmly onto the bannister in front of you as he’s got your calf in his hand. His chest is pressed flush to your back and he takes a step forward, pressing you into the bannister and you feel the cool metal against the thin material of your leggings. “Uh!” You grunt from the sudden stretch in your pelvic floor. It feels really good.

“You can do anything if you let me guide you, darlin’.” He whispers into your ear and your eyes flutter closed as his kisses your neck softly. “Let me teach you something?”

No one knows there is something building between the two of you. You don’t want to be seen as someone that sleeps around for positions and Hugh has promised not to let your relationship compromise his duties to the production. You insisted that you didn’t want special treatment in regard to the show. You didn’t want to simply be given a role because you were sleeping with him, and he allowed you that one condition. Hugh wouldn’t give you special treatment when it came to your work, but after rehearsals, you were his to treat as he wanted.

“Nice and easy, baby,” Hugh groaned, admiring you as you sat on your knees with his cock in your mouth. One of his hands was tangled in your hair, guiding your pace while you focused on keeping your throat relaxed for him. Tears and saliva were streaming down your face, dotting your white camisole with dark stains as you moaned and mewled around his thick length. His cock glided so easily in and out of your mouth, gently shoving his tip down the natural curve of your throat as he grunted and praised you. “That’s good, you’re doing so good for me, sweetheart.” Hugh moans as his head hangs back and when you feel him still in your mouth, you keep breathing through your nose, your hands still laid flat in a polite manner on your thighs as he shot his cum down your gullet. “Fuck!” He growled, both hands holding onto your head as he kept you in place.

“Mm,” You moaned as drops of his cum landed on your tongue while he slid his member out of your mouth. “I liked that.” You smiled as he brought you to your feet. Hugh smirked as he leaned back against a table and he hooked one of your legs onto his waist, letting his hard length to nuzzle between your thighs as you leaned into him. Your hands rested on his chest as you kissed him and he held you firmly by your hips, keeping you steady as he slid his cock between the plush nook of your cunt and legs. Your moans were muffled against his mouth as he stimulated your clit through your leggings and he gave your ass a light spank.

“My place, yes?” He asked and you nodded quickly, biting your lip as he tucked himself back into his sweatpants.

The first time you spent the night with him, it was a long and pleasurable evening. Hugh made sure not a single inch of you was left untouched, seeing as it had been your first time. You had no reason to believe tonight would be any different.

“Let’s get you something to eat.” He said, wrapping his arm around your shoulders as he pressed a gentle kiss to your temple. You look up at him with a little smile, leaning into his side and sighing. “What?” He asks with a smile.

“It just feels nice to be taken care of.” You murmur, looking up at him with a sweet smile before he kisses your lips. You don’t fail to catch the sound of camera shutters and you both pull away to look in the direction of a few scarce paparazzi ahead of you. “Maybe we should just head to my place.” You say, already leading him to cross the street. “It’s closer.”

“Can’t wait to have me alone, can you?” He teases and you laugh as the two of you hurry across the road and down a few blocks to your building.

It was always odd to have a man in your apartment, they just never seemed to fit into your lifestyle. Hugh was different. “I know it’s not as spacious as your place, but make yourself at home.” You call to him as your pulling off your sweater and notice the way he’s looking at every detail of your life. Hugh settled easily into your couch, looked around with a smile at your family pictures and books while you made some coffee.

“It’s cozy.” He said as you handed him a mug and you chuckled.

“Is that your way of saying small?” You ask teasingly as you sit beside him and he shakes his head as he rests a hand on your thigh. Your face warms up shyly and you chew on your bottom lip nervously. You’ve been sleeping with this man for nearly a month now and he still gave you butterflies.

“It’s my way of saying I’m comfortable here, with you.” He says, squeezing your leg softly before he leans on and kisses your cheek. He paused there for a moment and you hear him swallow hard before he says, “Haven’t felt this way about someone for a long time.”

Your eyes locked with his hazel ones and you kissed him gently, your hands caressed his face softly, and he guided you onto his lap after setting his mug on the coffee table. “You’re the first person I’ve felt this way about, Hugh.” You murmur against his lips and he pulls you even closer, holding you close to his strong chest as your kiss heats up. Hugh stands up slowly, keeping your legs wrapped around his waist as he walks down the little hallway. “Right here.” You breath out and you reach for the doorknob to your bedroom. Hugh chuckles against your lips as he lays you down on the bed and his hands roam up your t-shirt. “Wait, I’m sweaty from rehearsals.” You stop him and Hugh smiles as he kisses your belly. “Hugh.” You say in a whiny tone.

“C’mon, darling, you sucked me off after rehearsals.” He reminded you and your face warmed up in embarrassment. “Let me just see her, and then I’ll hop in the shower with you, yeah?” He propositions and you find yourself nodding, lifting your hips so he can pull your leggings down. Hugh spreads tour legs open slowly, smelling you through your cotton panties and you mewl softly as he presses a kiss to your clothed clit. “Fuck,” He breathes out as he pulls down the thin black material and exposes you to himself, your folds glistening and core pulsing for him. “You’re a sight for sore eyes, love.” He says as he places a kiss to your clit and you whine.

“Please, Hugh,” You beg, tangling your fingers in his hair. “Make me feel good.”

“I will, baby.” Hugh says, spreading your folds open slowly so he can run his tongue through your slit. You moaned softly as the tip of his tongue circled your clit and Hugh grunted as this action made you tug harshly on his thick locks. “That feel good?” He asks.

“Yes, i-it feels real-really good!” You choked out as his tongue began burrowing into your core, sliding in and out with a wet sound that set your nerve endings on fire. “Oh, my God, Hugh!” You cry as you feel the tension in your belly tighten, your thighs tremble warningly, and he grabs firmly onto your thighs so he can make them squeeze his head to lock himself in place. “Fuck, yes!” You whine, clenching your thighs around his head as your back arches from the pleasure of your release. Hugh laps sloppily at your folds, drinking your sweet nectar greedily, refusing to stop until you’re begging him to quit. “Hugh, pl-please, I can’t.” You sigh weakly, your body jolting with every languid stroke of his tongue.

Hugh presses a few light kisses to your thighs, squeezing them before he moves to hover over your still trembling body and he kisses your lips sweetly. “Wanna take that shower with me?” He asks, kissing your jaw softly as you nod weakly. “Wait right here, darlin’.” He says before he get off the bed and makes his way to your bathroom where you hear the shower run and he comes back with a little smirk. “Let me help you up, baby.”

In the shower, Hugh gently lathers you with your fruity scented body wash and he’s whispering things in your ear that make you all the more wetter than you already are while standing underneath the shower head. “You’re such a good student, darlin’.” He nips lightly at the shell of your ear and you hum contently. “The prettiest dancer I’ve ever seen.” He sighs, his hands squeezing your hips slippery with suds and he carefully pulls you back so you’re pressed to his chest. “Love the way your little body moves around under my direction.”

“Hugh,” You whine as one of his hands comes around to grab onto your breast, wet and soapy in his large hand. “Stay with me?” You find yourself asking him.

“I’m not going anywhere, love,” He says, taking the shower head of its stand and rinsing your body off, his eyes unable to look anywhere but at you. “I’ll stay as long as you want me to stay.”

A smile takes over the features of your face as you let him continue washing you and sigh happily. It’s nice to be with a man that knows how to lead you.

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Won’t You Marry Me? (Hugh Jackman)

A/N: purely fictional, fluffy, mild smut, hugh x actress!reader, 25+ f!reader, established relationship, brief smut towards the end

The two of you starred in a romantic comedy together and though you weren’t each other’s love interest in the film, you certainly were off screen. It surprised almost everyone, but once they saw the chemistry between you, it made perfect sense. They wondered how it could be possible that you weren’t cast as the leading woman at the time, but it didn’t matter all that much to you because you came out the leading woman anyway.

Hugh was taken by your friendliness, the wonderful smile that was never missing from your face, your gentle yet animated hand gestures that he adored and made him grin when you were in conversation. “Sweetheart?” He said one afternoon as you were leaving the set together on your way to lunch. You turned to him with your signature smile and raised your eyebrows at him. “Won’t you marry me?” He asks suddenly and you grin.

“Hugh, we’ve only been seeing each other for two months.” You laugh lightly as you link your arm through his once you reach the lot.

“But will you?” He asks, kissing your temple gently as you reach his car and you shake your head at him. “Someday?” He asks, opening the passenger door for you and leaning his arms on it as he stares lovingly at you.

“Someday.” You grin up at him from your seat and that’s enough for him right now.

Your relationship reaches six months and you’re at the gym together because he’s training for the next X-Men film and you figured you could work out too so that you can still spend time together. You’re squatting with some thirty pound weights and Hugh’s taking a breather, drinking some water as he watches you and he sighs dreamily. You can’t help the grin on your face as you finish your reps and set the weights down. “Something on your mind?” You ask playfully as you look over at him with your hands on your hips.

“You should marry me.” He says, leaning against a wall as he takes in the sight of you and you’re aware that your hair is falling out of its bun and you’re all sweaty.

“Hugh,” You laugh, covering your face with one hand and shaking your head. “This certainly isn’t the time for that question.” You look back at him and he steps towards you with a little smirk.

“You should though.” He shrugs, closing the space between you and kissing you gently on the lips. You return the kiss, a hand on his sweaty, bare chest and you nod.

“I will, someday.” You promise, smiling sweetly up at him as you lean into his body. And Hugh murmurs a quiet ‘good’ as he kisses you again.

A year later, you are backstage of The Graham Norton Show where Hugh is appearing with James McAvoy and Michael Fassbender. They are talking about certain new faces appearing in the X-Men franchise such as Nicholas Hoult and Jennifer Lawrence when your name suddenly comes up. “What about your lady love, Mr. Jackman? Could you get her to make an appearance or is she currently involved in a project?”

Hugh grins at the mention of you and he instinctively looks at the cameras, aware that you are watching on a screen somewhere backstage. “Unfortunately, I can’t get that woman to do a thing. It must all be on her own accord.” He says, looking back at Graham and the others as they all share a laugh. “Very strong-willed lady, mine is, I can’t even get her to marry me.” The audience reacts in shock and Graham’s mouth falls open.

“No!” The show host exclaims dramatically and you can’t help laugh and roll your eyes at your boyfriend. “She won’t marry you?”

“Have you not gotten the correct ring?” James teases and Hugh laughs.

“I think I’ve just asked her so many times she thinks I’m joking.” Hugh grinned and Michael clapped his hands as he threw his head back in a fit of laughter. “No, seriously, I asked her two months into us dating, she said someday, and it’s been two years now.”

The audience laughed and Graham held up his hand in question. “Wait, so you really propose to her every other day just to see if her answer will change?”

“Mate, I asked her in the car on the way here.” Hugh jests, using his index finger to motion to the studio and the men erupt into laughter.

After that, you are pretty much constantly bombarded with queries about marriage and whether it is a path you and Hugh plan to take together in the future.

“Of course, I’d love to be married,” You laugh, shaking you head. You are doing a promotional interview for a new series you’re starring in and it is not long before your personal life is brought up which you are happy to speak about because you are an open book and have nothing to be secretive about.

The interview woman nods as she glances at her cards. “You and Hugh have been together for a little over three years now, is that correct?” She asks and you nod with a proud smile. “When do you think will be the right time?”

“There’s just so much keeping us apart with work right now that I think I would like to wait for a moment in our careers when we can be together daily so that we might be able to plan everything and, you know, spend time together after the engagement.” You say with small shrug and a shy smile. “Once we’re engaged, there’s no stopping that marriage carriage from rolling through.” You playfully rub at your belly which leads to you and the interviewer gushing happily as the conversation shifts to the topic of children and motherhood which is the subject of your upcoming series.

During filming for your show, you are forced to tap into the character of a young mother struggling to show her son how to be a man without the help of a father figure and, though it is all for television entertainment, you find yourself contemplating the fact that some women don’t have the support of a husband when it comes to raising children. It makes you look at Hugh and strongly consider how you would feel about having children with him, and the idea thrills you. He would be the most reliable and devoted spouse, of that you have no doubts.

Late at night, when you’re tangled in each other’s arms, panting heavily underneath the bedsheets, you get the feeling that you’re ready. Lips and tongues intertwining with one another, teeth nipping tenderly at each other’s exposed flesh, and you feel so safe and loved. You’re so full and numb, gasping softly as Hugh moves within you slowly yet roughly. “C’mon, baby,” He breathes out, his forehead resting against yours as you rake your fingernails down his back. “You’re so close, I can feel it.”

“Hugh!” You whine, your thighs clench around his waist as the tension in your belly unravels and envelopes him in a wet and warm gush of release and he swears into the base of your neck, nipping at your collarbone as your orgasm drags him over the edge of his own.

His hands tangle in your hair as he’s caging you underneath him with his arms and he gently tucks your head into his chest as he finishes inside you. “Sh-shit!” He grunts, his cocks throbs with each spurt of his cum and his broad frame shudders above you as you kiss his neck and his jaw. “Oh, darlin’, I love you.” He says breathlessly and you smile up at him, moistening your dried out lips with the tip of your tongue before you speak.

“Hugh?” You say in a whispered voice and his dazed eyes fall into your blown out pupils.

“Yeah, baby?”

“It’s been a few days since you’ve asked me.” You point out and he grins at you. “You should ask me again.” You say as a warmth creeps onto your cheeks while he beams at you.

Hugh kisses you softly, exhaling through his nose as you return the gesture, you hands caressing his muscled back lovingly. His hazel eyes find yours again, searching your face for a moment, and then he easily reaches into the drawer of the nightstand with his long arm, making you laugh lightly. You hadn’t expected him to be this prepared. Hugh clears his throat as he hovers back over you, not having separated himself from within you, and he holds up the dainty gold band with a large diamond sparkling in your moonlit bedroom. “Will you marry me, sweetheart?”

With glossy eyes, you nod and press a loving kiss to his lips. “Yes, Hugh, I’ll marry you.”

Just a little mind blurb I simply had to expand on🙃

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I WANNA SIT ON A PRETTY GIRLS NOSE 🙏🙏

mmmmm

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the thought of her with a man makes me so physically nauseous

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just thinking about losing your virginity to logan

(nsfw: smut, loss of virginity)

“is it gonna fit?” your eyes, huge and full of lust, look up at logan. you’re batting your eyelashes innocently, but deep down, you’re genuinely worried. he’s huge. 

logan chuckles above you, grabbing a hold of your thigh and rubbing soothing circles on the skin. you’re spread and eager, he can sense it. he can smell it. this subtle fear of yours is making him feel feral, like a predator hunting its prey. but the last thing he wants is to be rough with you. he would never forgive himself if he acted like an asshole tonight. after all, this was your first time. so he ignores his primal urges and gently speaks while looking into your eyes, 

“we’ll make it fit, doll.” those words do nothing to calm you, but logan’s presence is just somehow soothing by itself - the way he hovers over you, the way he’s holding you and reassuring you, even the way he’s looking at you with such admiration in his eyes. 

you nod back at him. the hand that was stroking your thigh moves to yours, gently wrapping around your fingers. a small smile tugs at your lips as your face lights up at the humorous sight - the man you watched ram his claws into someone’s face earlier today is holding your hand during sex.

logan grabs the base of his girth and smears your arousal up and down your glistening folds, lightly tapping your clit with the head of his cock as you let out a soft gasp. his tip enters you slowly, your anticipation rising. you squeeze his hand harder as he speaks again, 

“relax, baby. i promise it won’t hurt.”

this time, you decide to take his word for it. he slowly sinks himself inside you, inch by inch, never rushing as he finally bottoms out.

“you all right, doll?” he asks, worry evident in his eyes.

“mhm.” you mumble back. you feel full, but in a good way. the pain from the stretch gradually subsides as you muster up the courage to give him the green light, “you can move, lo.”

logan’s thrusts start out slow, your gummy walls clenching around his cock almost torturously. his pace picks up as your discomfort dissipates, pleasure taking over your body. a moan slips past your lips, logan’s cock thrusting inside you at a comfortable rhythm, stretching your walls deliciously as your orgasm approaches. 

“you’re doing so well, baby. that’s it.” you clench around his girth at those words, your moans and pants getting louder. logan slides a hand between your bodies to rub at your clit, his touch at your swollen nub driving you over the edge as you cum, walls fluttering around his cock. the speed of his thrusts increases and he lets out a grunt before his own orgasm crashes over him. his warm cum fills your cunt, your clit still throbbing as your chest heaves up and down. logan pulls out slowly, hand reaching out to cup your cheek as he lowers his head down to meet your gaze properly. his warm seed is dripping out of your pussy and you’re panting into each other’s mouths, lips barely touching. 

“is it gonna fit?” logan suddenly mocks above you in a high-pitched voice. you giggle, hitting his chest playfully,

“way to ruin the moment, logan.” the two of you are still laughing as he dips down again, this time pressing a kiss to your lips. you moan into his mouth, his thumb caressing your cheek lovingly.

“sorry, bub. couldn’t help it.” logan mutters against your lips in a smile, his hand still holding yours.

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Inflation is so fucking bad we're fantasizing about stalkers leaving groceries

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Logan with a Dom! Woman

Description: Logan with a Dom!woman

Warning: Smut

Request: hellooo!!! may I request a fic with a submissive Logan howlett and a dom!fem!reader who consensually gropes him man titties whilst riding him to the point where Logan can’t even use words anymore because of the amount of ecstasy he feels during this experience :O????

Logan being submissive? Wade would laugh 

The big bad Wolvy under a beautiful woman moaning and losing his shit as she plays with his man tits? Yes 

Logan was never one for being submissive…That was until Y/N came along.

She loved being the one in control and constantly took action.

The first time they had sex, Logan was on top and took control

She let him. She let him have his fun and got him thinking that he was the one with the power 

But as little mix says, “You’re the man but I got the, I got the power.” 

She loved watching Logan’s face turn red as she whispered what she wanted to do to him in his ear. 

He wasn’t used to this type of dominance from anyone. 

Logan was in shock when they were fucking and Y/N got him on his back and took control. 

She looked so sexy on top of him as she rode him hard and fast. She was chasing her orgasm but wanted to deny him of his. 

To show him that she wasn’t playing. 

The second he was about to cum she slid off him and he glared at her. 

She chuckled and shrugged, “You aren’t cumming just yet.” She said. 

He was in shock by this but watched as she instructed him to sit up against the headboard. 

He was curious as to what was to come (hopefully him) so he did as he was told.

He hated not being in control but that would soon be forgotten about. 

As Y/N rode him she had the urge to play with him like he does her. 

He had the perfect set of man tits and they were begging to be played with.

She leaned forward and licked and sucked on one of his nipples and the other one she was using her hand to play with. 

Logan wasn’t one to moan and whine but that set him off.

Activate Sub!Logan 

This man was whiny like a bitch in heat as Y/N played with his tits and rode his dick. 

She told him he couldn’t cum but he was begging her to let him. 

“Please please sweetheart I need to cum.” She awed at his plea and giggled. 

His face was red and he was breathing hard. 

He really enjoyed the feeling of her hands and mouth on his tits. 

“You’ve been a good boy for me Wolvy. You can cum.” 

His orgasm was shattering. He has never felt anything like that before. 

Y/N watched as his eyes rolled back and he whimpered and whined as she rode out his orgasm. 

She had 3 orgasms prior so she was set just to pleasure him. 

“Fuck.” He breathed out after he caught his breath. 

“How was that?” She asked, still sitting on him. 

“Fucking amazing.” 

He was not opposed to that happening again. 

“Good.” She purred. “Because I’m not one to beg and plead so you better get used to it.”

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