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Pairing: Logan Howlett/Wolverine (specifically worst!Wolverine) x fem!Reader

Summary: You decide to wear your new milk maid dress at a barbeque at Peter’s house. It does things to Logan, who then does things to you.

Format: Short Story

Word Count: 3.7k

Genre: Hurt/Comfort; Smut

Additional Tags/Warnings: no use of (Y/N); reader is plus-sized; reader has big boobs; reader is rocking the milk maid look; Wade and Peter are here; incorrect description of setting up fireworks; Logan and reader do some gymnastics around their feelings; strong language; explicit sex scene; masturbation; Logan is a breast guy; p in v sex; reader is on top; unprotected sex (no glove no love, kids)

Author’s Note: Happy Back-to-School to everyone this applies to! And shoutout to all the plus-sized girls out there!

The dress that Reader has is this.

P.S. I WAS NOT ASKED NOR AM I GETTING PAID BY ANYONE IN ANY WAY FOR MENTIONING THIS DRESS!!! I JUST SAW THIS ON TIKTOK AND WAS INSPIRED!!!

P.P.S. I DO NOT OWN WOLVERINE, DEADPOOL, OR ANY OTHER CHARACTER(S) IN THE DEADPOOL/MARVEL UNIVERSE!!! I ESPECIALLY DON’T OWN TIKTOK!!!

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On the same day that Peter invited you to a back-to-school barbeque at his house, you received a package that held your new milk maid dress that you saw and bought from TikTok.

Because you were a bigger girl, it was a bit difficult to find things that were not only cute, but cute on you. This dress, however, seemed like it was made for you. You fell in love with it all over again as you tried it on and twirled in front of your mirror. It came in a nice baby blue color, hid your belly fairly well, and had a good grip on your perky boobs. It was the perfect thing to wear to the barbeque… and maybe get Logan’s attention.

Ever since your neighbor, Wade Wilson, brought back a tall, scruffy-looking man who apparently came from another universe, you found yourself a teeny-tiny bit smitten with him. The man, Logan, quickly established himself as the “strong and silent” type, which you always found kind of attractive. You didn’t dare make the first move, though, afraid of what would happen if it wasn’t reciprocated. So, your new dress was meant to subtly push things a little further between you two. If they went in a good direction, great. If not, you still got a cute outfit to wear.

The barbeque took place in a quaint little suburban neighborhood on a Saturday afternoon. You could hear kids yelling and running around as you made your way to the gate that led to the backyard. It easily opened and you let yourself in. You were greeted by a few adults who had a kid here or triplets there, plenty of streamers and balloons that said “Back to School,” and a wave of smells that ranged from grilled burgers and hot dogs to freshly-made queso.

You clutched your container of desserts as you made your way to Peter, who was by the grill wearing a “Kiss the Chef” apron. He waved you over. “Welcome to the party!” he greeted you warmly. “I hope you had a good drive!”

“Oh, yeah! No complaints.” You couldn’t help but marvel at his house. “You have such a lovely home.”

“Awe, thank you!”

“I’m a bit surprised you’re throwing a back-to-school party, though,” you admitted. “I mean, you don’t really have kids of your own.”

“I know, but I do this every year to show my support to all the parents in the neighborhood.”

“Well, it’s very sweet of you. Thanks for inviting me.”

“Of course! And I see you didn’t come empty-handed.” Peter pointed to your container. You lifted it up so he could see through the clearness. “Yeah. I made some Rice Krispie treats,” you explained. “I added some sprinkles to make them more festive.”

“Yummy! They’ll go great with the cupcakes. Just set them over at that table, then help yourself to whatever!” Before you could make it too far, he quickly stopped you. “Oh, hey, do you know where Wade and Logan are?”

“RIGHT HERE, BABY GIRL!!!”

You and Peter whipped around to see an ecstatic Wade and embarrassed Logan walking through the gate. Wade was carrying two bags in each hand, a bunch of different fireworks sticking out of all of them. Logan, on the other hand, had a couple cases of beer. You and Peter cheered along with Wade as he got closer. He plopped his bags down and pulled you in for a big bear hug.

“There’s my girl!” he exclaimed. He then pulled back and took a moment to ogle your boobs. “And hello, girls!” You smacked him playfully. He held his hands up in surrender. “Sorry! Sorry! Just giving attention where attention is due. This is such a good look for you! What do you think, kitty cat?”

Logan’s eyes were scanning his surroundings before finally landing on you. His expression was neutral as he took you in. “Yeah,” was all he said before turning to Peter and asking, “Where can I set these?”

“Oh, just put them with the other drinks,” Peter pointed in the direction of another table. Logan nodded and hurriedly made his way over there.

Your face fell but you quickly tried to put it back together. Not fast enough because Wade noticed. “Don’t mind him, my little milk maid,” he assured you while squeezing your shoulder. You forced a smile and looked down at his bags.

“So, who did you steal these from?” you found yourself asking.

Wade gasped. “I’ll have you know that I bought these legally and on sale! They were leftovers from the Fourth of July.” Before Peter could protest, Wade added, “And there’s plenty of sparklers and poppers for the kiddies. I’ll let the grown-ups handle the big-boy stuff. Don’t worry! I may be dumb, but I’m not stupid.” This seemed to suffice Peter because he instructed Wade to put them inside the house until later and then went back to grilling.

With both boys preoccupied, you decided to gather your courage and focus on Logan. You walked over to the drinking table where he was arranging the beer bottles. You cleared your throat. “Mind if I have one?” He didn’t bother looking back at you as he handed you a bottle. “Thanks,” you said rather quietly. You opened the cap and took a long swig of the liquid. You were going to need it if this is how things were going to be between you and Logan.

Once he was done, he grabbed his own beer and downed it as he stood next to you. You two watched everyone else chat and have fun with each other… or you tried to. Every now and then, your eyes flitted over to Logan. You were trying to read his expression, see if maybe he was sneaking any glances at you. Nothing.

You mustered up your courage once again and tried to start some conversation. “I’m glad that you and Wade are here. I don’t think it would be the same without you guys.” He hummed before drinking some more. You continued, “I’m also glad your brought alcohol. I’m sure the parents appreciate it.” You smiled at your own joke. Logan didn’t seem so amused. “I can’t wait for the fireworks later. Knowing Wade, he got some top-notch stuff. I remember one year, he-“

“I’m going to see if I can help Peter with anything,” Logan interrupted you, pushing himself away from the table and you. You blinked at his sudden rudeness, tears slowly developing in your eyes. You finished your beer, tossed it into the nearest trach can, and ran towards the house. You bumped into Wade and asked, “Did you see a bathroom in there?”

“Yeah. Take a left past the kitchen, first door on your right.”

You nodded and rushed inside. You followed his instructions and slammed the bathroom door shut. It was a small space, but was decorated to feel nice and homey. You needed to feel that after what Logan just did.

You took several deep breaths, refusing to let his indifference get to you. You half-expected this to happen anyway. There was no need to get so upset. Besides, you still looked good. You had other friends. There was a party going on with plenty to do and eat.

All these positives rebuilt your confidence. You gave a firm nod to yourself in the mirror before straightening up and heading back out to the festivities, determined to enjoy yourself.

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It was taking every ounce of strength in Logan’s body not to haul your pretty ass from this kids’ party, take you back to his apartment, and fuck you senseless, if he didn’t do so in the car before you two even left first.

Logan always had a thing for you. When he first saw you, he thought you looked hot. He never really had a problem with girls who were built bigger; it meant that they could handle him. You certainly looked like you could handle him, not just physically but emotionally too. You never seemed to mind his moodiness and even went out of your way to include him in things. But of course, Logan thinking like Logan, he thought you were too good for him, so he tried to keep you at arm’s length. At this barbeque, though, with you in that dress, he had to keep himself an ocean apart from you.

He settled for watching you eat hot dogs (which made him think of you sucking on his cock), giggle at everyone’s stories of back-to-school preparations (which made him wonder if you giggled during sex at all), and jump up and down with excitement every time you scored in cornhole (which made him picture your breasts bounding up and down as he fucked you so hard).

By the time Wade declared that it was time to break out some fireworks, Logan thought it’d be a great time to go to the bathroom and deal with his raging hard-on. He excused himself as politely as he could and made his way to the guest bathroom. Once inside, he locked the bathroom door and proceeded to undo his belt and pants.

He barely made it over the toilet before he was jerking himself off. He went fast and rough. The sooner he dealt with this the better, he figured. As his hand went back and forth, he conjured up all sorts of images involving you and him. From licking your body and eating your pussy to pounding into you as you writhed and gasped his name, nothing was off limits in his mind. With every new idea, he muttered every curse word he could think of. He moaned your name as he got closer. He was right there when-

“Logan?”

He immediately let go of his dick and jumped back in shock, nearly tripping over himself in the process. His heart was hammering for a whole other reason now. He tried to calm it down as you knocked on the door.

“Logan?” you called out again. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah,” he answered a little too harshly. He tried again, “I’m fine.”

“Okay. Wade was just wondering where you were. He wants you to help with some of the fireworks.”

“Alright. I’ll be right there.”

Logan took a deep breath, willing his horniness to go away. He’d just have to deal with his problem later. Once he got his pants situated, he rinsed his hands and splashed some water on his face. After drying off, he opened the door.

He was surprised to see you still there. You were staring at him with wide eyes, which made all the blood rush back to his dick. He tried to play it cool, but you made it difficult when you blurted out, “I heard you… calling my name… and…”

Logan may have been a blank slate on the outside, but inside he was freaking the fuck out.

You heard him jerking off to you. What the fuck was he thinking? What the fuck were you thinking? Were you disgusted? Angry? Scared? Intrigued…?

He didn’t think he’d get an answer, but you continued to surprise him when you asked, “Do you want help with that?”

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You don’t know what came over you asking Logan a question like that, especially after the way he treated you. All you knew was that his lips and body felt so good against your own.

He grabbed you by the waist and was about to pull you into the bathroom, but you countered by taking him by the neck and leading him to the guest bedroom next door. You slammed the door shut, rushed him over to the bed, and threw him down. He was in complete shock. If you weren’t so drunk from his kisses, you probably would’ve been shocked, too.

Logan was lying flat on his back with his legs dangling over the edge of the bed. You moved to straddle him, lifting up your skirt to make it easier. He shuddered at the sight of your plump legs. You smirked, intrigued that this was the thing to break Logan. An image of you caging his face in as he ate you from above popped into your mind. You stored it away for later. In the meantime, you crashed your lips back down onto his, ran your fingers through his hair, and rolled your hips back and forth against his crotch.

His hands moved under your skirt to feel your soft legs. He slowly made his way from the back of your knees to the sides of your thighs and then over your underwear. You were so caught up in sticking your tongue in his mouth that you were taken completely off guard when he ripped your panties clean off.

You gasped and hastily pushed yourself up. “Logan!” you exclaimed. He chuckled as he tucked the remaining material into his pants pocket. “You’re not gonna be needing those for this next part, sweetheart,” he said, going for his belt. The nickname made your heart flutter. However, your hands suddenly stopped his.

“What’s that?” you asked.

“Well, you know…” he tried, going back to his belt.

“No, I don’t,” you said coolly as you stopped him again.

He gaped at you like a fish. A small part of you found it funny, but the bigger part of you was dead serious. As much as you enjoyed this and wanted it, you also wanted to get a few things straight before it went further.

“Um… well, I-I…” Logan stuttered. You raised an eyebrow and crossed your arms over your chest. “I thought that… we-we would… that I would…” You didn’t notice his hands moving back under your skirt to your thighs until he gave them a squeeze. You bit your lip, unwilling to reveal how much it affected you. “I would… touch you… and-and maybe… fuck you?”

“You want to fuck me?” you asked. He gave a shy nod. “Why should I let you fuck me after how you treated me?”

Logan sighed. “I’m sorry, sweetheart.”

“Why, Logan?”

His face fell, and it took everything in you not to cave in. You held your ground as Logan collected himself to provide an answer.

“I thought I was protecting you from me because I’m fucked up and I don’t want to ruin anyone as amazing as you. I’m sorry that I hurt you.”

You mulled over his words before asking, “Do you want to be with me?”

“Yes,” he answered without hesitation. “And not just like this, but I want to be romantic with you and all that shit.”

A grin escaped you, but you quickly hid it as you admitted, “I want to be with you too, Logan.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I was too scared to say anything because I didn’t want to make a fool of myself. That’s why I bought this dress. I thought it might get you to notice me.”

“Oh, I definitely noticed you, sweetheart.” Logan lifted himself up so he was in a sitting position. Your hands instinctively came up to hold onto his shoulders. He held you tightly as he asked, “So, do you forgive me?”

You finally let your smile break through. “Yes, as long as you promise not to keep things from me from now on.”

“Never again.”

With that, you brought your lips together. The kiss started off slow, then became deeper, hungrier. Before things could spiral, you stopped to ask, “Do you think the others will worry about us?”

Logan shrugged. “Probably not. Knowing Wade, he’s probably distracting everyone with sparklers.”

“SPARKLE SPARKLE, BABY!!!” Wade’s voice called out, on cue. Logan shook his head while you giggled at his prediction come true. He cracked a smile of his own before lunging forward to capture your lips again.

After a minute of making out, you two were desperate to fuck. You fumbled with Logan’s pants, eventually managing to free his cock. You grabbed it and guided it towards your pussy. Logan let out a sigh of relief when you sunk down on him. You continued to hold onto him as you slowly moved up and down. He stretched you out so nicely that you threw your head back and closed your eyes, relishing in the feeling. He snatched the opportunity to start kissing and biting at your neck. Your gasps turned into moans and your movements picked up speed.

Your chest pressed up against his and his hands made their way there. He played with your breasts as best as he could. Your dress really had a good grip on them. After a moment, you suddenly grabbed his hands, pushed him to lie back down, and placed them above his head. Logan laid there stunned as you pulled yourself back up, undid the back of your dress, and pushed the top half of it down so it exposed your breasts (the same breasts that Logan had more than one wet dream about).

“Holy shit,” he said under his breath. He tried to go slow, he really did. But once he made contact with your soft, supple skin, he turned into an eager teenager. He’s surprised he didn’t cum right then and there. He went back and forth between firmly squeezing your breasts and twisting your nipples between his fingers. The dueling sensations made you bounce faster on top of him. Logan easily matched your pace.

“Logan… Oh God, you feel so good,” you praised him, opening your eyes to take in his disheveled state. You were sure you didn’t look much better. In any other situation, the idea of all your body parts jiggling wildly would’ve embarrassed you. You didn’t care here, though. You couldn’t when Logan looked at you like you were the most beautiful thing in the world, and he told you as much. “You are so fucking gorgeous. God damn, sweetheart, you’re a fucking dream.” You nodded dumbly as you continued to move with him.

You were both desperate to finish, partly because your bodies demanded it and partly because there was still a party going on outside. A few more fireworks were set off, nothing too big but enough to where you could be a little louder with your moans. “Fuck! Oh fuck, Logan! Don’t stop!”

“Not gonna stop. Gonne make you cum so hard.”

“Yes! Please, Logan! Please! I wanna… Oh, shit! I’m gonna…!”

“Come on, sweetheart. Let go for me.”

You don’t know when his fingers came down to toy with your clit, but as soon as you felt them you gasped and let out a high-pitched scream as you came. You moved so fast and so hard through it that it triggered Logan’s own climax. He let go with a grunt and a firm grip on your legs that would definitely leave bruises that, thankfully, would be covered up by your dress.

You both slowed down until you came to a full stop. You took a moment to catch your breath and let your heartrate return to normal. You looked down at Logan, who had the biggest grin on his face. You let your own break through with a laugh. He gently squeezed you before pulling himself up again to give you a slow and loving kiss.

“You’re really something, you know that?” Logan asked against your mouth. You nodded. “Good, ‘cause I’m gonna spend every day showing it to you.”

“Looking forward to it.”

“OKAY, LADIES AND GENTS!!! WHO IS READY FOR A SHOW?!?!” Wade hollered in his best showman voice. You and Logan whipped your heads in his direction and scrambled off the bed… or as best as you could with Logan still inside you.

While Logan pulled his pants up, you pulled up the top of your dress and hurriedly tried to tie it back. You suddenly felt Logan’s hands on top of yours. “Let me help,” he suggested. You relented and instructed him to just pull the strings together until you said so and then tie them in a bow. Once that was done, you dragged him to the bathroom to really look at yourselves in a mirror. You both looked a bit flushed, but otherwise there was not much indication that you two just had a quickie.

“I’m surprised I don’t have many marks,” you noted as you inspected your neck, which had some light bruises but nothing too noticeable. Logan grabbed you by the waist and pulled you into him. “If you want something that sticks, I’d be happy to oblige,” he growled, going for your neck.

He barely kissed you before you gently pushed him away. “As tempting as that sounds, how about we go on a proper date first?”

He nodded. “Dinner and a movie?”

“Sounds perfect.”

You granted him one last kiss on the lips before following him out of the bathroom to the backyard.

Wade had gathered everyone in a big circle, then gasped and parted it like the Red Sea to greet  you two.

“There you are!” he exclaimed. “Where the H-E-C-letter that comes after J have you been? Wait! Don’t tell me! I’m sure I’ll find out offscreen. Right now, it’s firework time! Kitty cat, a hand, please.”

Logan rolled his eyes as soon as Wade turned his back, but still followed him to the center of the circle. There were a few stands already loaded with fireworks, the wicks sticking out at various lengths. Wade explained, “Peter set them up. I arranged them. And now you will light them.” He handed Logan a long lighter with a flourish. “Floor’s yours, honey!”

All the kids cheered at Logan as he knelt down. He happened to look up at you and you bumped your fist in the air to cheer him on. He smiled as he finally lit all the wicks. As soon as the last one was done, he and Wade motioned for everyone to stand back.

The first firework went up and displayed a bright red circle.

The second one was a mix of blue and yellow.

The third was a green star.

The final one was really something – a big red heart.

Everyone was in awe of the spectacle, yourself included. The last one in particular made you gasp. You turned to Logan who was looking right at you and giving you an air kiss. You grabbed it and stuck it between your boobs. You both tried to suppress a chuckle as everyone clapped and begged for more. The show was just getting started, as was the night between you and Logan.

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Author’s Note 2: Electric Boogaloo: Thank you so much for making it to the end! I ask that you NOT post this story as your own, please. Instead, give it a like/review/bookmark/reblog/all of the above wherever you read it.

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Good timing for this post to come up after I've written SO MANY Johnny Storm fanfics and right before I've started fleshing out SO MANY Clark Kent story ideas.

the way fanfics are getting pumped out for the superhero girlies is really healing something in me 🤭

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For me, it's the Worst Wolverine and Joseph Quinn's Johnny Storm, respectively.

we girls are honestly simple creatures. we want one of two guys:

Dark, Sexy, Morally gray guy

pretty much exactly that lol

dark hair, nice eyes, scars, tall, you get the gist

super unaffectionate with else except her

spoils her like a princess

beats anyone up who looks at her AHHHHH

speaks another language (this is extremely important in bed)

Golden Retriever, Sweet, Handsome guy

literally the nicest guy in the entire world

loves cuddling, like cannot and will not go a day without it

kisses EVERYWHERE

also spoils you

constantly complementing you

is protective but not in a ‘you can’t wear that out’ kind of way

don’t break his heart istg

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Pairing: Johnny Storm (as portrayed by Joseph Quinn) x fem!Reader

Summary: Johnny is your model for an art assignment.

Format: Drabble

Word Count: 615

Genre: Fluff

Additional Tags/Warnings: no use of (Y/N); reader is an artist; Johnny acts like a child but is still a sweetheart

Author’s Note: This story was going to be a bit longer, but after a while I thought it worked better as a tasty snack rather than a rich meal. I hope you enjoy it!

P.S. I DO NOT OWN THE FANTASTIC FOUR OR ANYTHING ELSE MARVEL-RELATED!!!

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“Johnny! Please be still!” you scolded the young man after he pulled a face for the tenth time.

“I’m trying!” he insisted.

“No, you’re not! You’re making me lose focus! I need to have this done by the end of the week!”

“You have plenty of time to capture all this beauty.”

You had an assignment for art school – draw a portrait of a person of your choice – and immediately thought of your boyfriend, Johnny Storm. Not only was he the most readily available subject, but he also had great facial features that you were eager to capture on paper.

You should’ve known that he wouldn’t make things easy, though. When he wasn’t making faces, he was asking too many questions or making too many jokes. You originally meant for the session to take thirty minutes and it was going on an hour now.

“Can you please stop for five minutes? I’m serious, I’m almost done. Just five minutes,” you pleaded.

Johnny gave a dramatic sigh before answering, “Alright.”

You offered him a small smile. You could never be too mad at him. After all, it was his humor and charm that got you to say yes to a date with him all those months ago.

True to your word, after five minutes, you were done. You finished with a flourish and announced, “There! All done!”

“Whew!” Johnny stretched his limbs so wide from the chair he was sitting in. “That was the hardest thing I think I’ve ever had to do in my entire life.”

“Sure, Mr. I-Went-To-Space-And-Came-Back-With-Fire-Powers-And-Now-I-Save-The-City-With-My-Family.”

“No, really!” He slowly walked up to you. You made sure to keep your drawing of him hidden as he got closer. “It took every ounce of willpower not to jump out of my seat and kiss the daylights out of you!” Sure enough, he grabbed you by the waist, pulled you up, and twirled you around, kissing every part of your face that he could in the process. You balanced hanging onto him with one hand and gripping your sketchbook in the other as you squealed and giggled with delight.

“Johnny! Johnny, stop! Please!”

He eventually relented and placed you on the ground. “So,” he said, “can I finally see your masterpiece?”

You blushed. “Well, keep in mind that it’s not completely finished. I’ll probably add some color to it. And maybe I’ll go back and refine a couple little things because-“

“Babe? Just let me see it. Please?”

You promptly shut your mouth and flipped your sketchbook around. You cringed for a second, afraid of Johnny’s reaction, but then you opened up to fully take him in.

His face was… blank. He just stared at your work for a solid minute.

With each passing second, you got worried.

“Do you… like it?” you finally asked.

“Yeah,” he breathed out.

You raised an eyebrow, skeptical. “Yeah?”

“Yeah!” he said, his enthusiasm growing. “It’s good! No, amazing! You really got every little detail of me down perfectly. This is really awesome!”

“Really?” you found yourself asking, still unsure.

“Absolutely.” Johnny gently took the book from you and set it aside before pulling you into him. “Baby, you are so talented and creative. You are going to ace this assignment and anything else you do. And if you want to use me for any of it, I’d consider it an honor to help you.”

You beamed at his praise. A thought then popped into your head and you shot him a pointed look. “Can you try to be a bit more cooperative in the future?”

“Where’s the fun in that?” he asked.

You laughed as you went in for a kiss, which your muse happily gave you.

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Author’s Note 2: Electric Boogaloo: Thank you so much for making it to the end! I ask that you NOT post this story as your own, please. Instead, give it a like/review/bookmark/reblog/all of the above wherever you read it.

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How To Write

Come up with an idea for your story

Plan out the main structure and plot

Develop your main and then side characters

Create a story timeline so you don't get off track

Open a blank document

Start typing

Get really into it

Get writer's block

Take 3d6 psychic damage

Attempt to continue

Start arguing with your characters when they refuse to cooperate

Scream about world building errors in a sleep deprived coffee-induced two am nightmare

Oops I see a tiny continuity error I'm sure this won't affect anything in the future it'll be fine

This is soooo boringgggg

Hang on you're a side character stop taking up the entire plot

Glance back at your original outline and realise absolutely nothing has gone to plan

Social life? Haha you're funny

Scream

Write write write

Want to tell every one of your friends every detail but spoilerssss

Suffer from writer's block when you have the document open

Unable to stop the ideas the moment you leave your phone at home

Get put on an FBI list because of your incriminating search history

Grammar? I don't know her

Finally puke out all of the ideas in a garbled first draft mess

It's been nine months. A baby can grow fully in this time and all I have are a bunch of stupid oc's who do dumb things & don't listen

Attempt to make it resemble coherence

Stitch everything together but like really badly

Ah crap what colour was your hair again

Why are there seventeen plot lines in this why

Weave them together into a mess disguised as neatness

Oopsie I completely forgot your backstory, why you're here and what I was planning to do with you

God dammit the villain is hot

OH NO. MASSIVE PLOT HOLE. THAT CONTINUITY ERROR CAME BACK WITH A VENGEANCE GOD DAMMIT ITS NOT FINE

Desperately try to stitch it up despite not knowing how to sew

Editing and finding accidental foreshadowing

Sob over characters that do not exist

These characters are SO GAY

Add some backstory

Kill off a character because you are a monster

Cry some more

Personality is hard, so instead give your characters trauma

"Oh I'm almost finished" you tell all your friends (it's been a year and you're not close)

Question all of your life's decisions

"What do you do in your free time?" I write but also I don't

Why does editing suck so much at least I'm nearly finished

DONE

Peace and quiet for about ten blissful seconds

New story idea infects your brain

Rinse and fucking repeat

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things about being a writer no one talks about

Naming the villain/antagonist after that one person irl who annoys the hell out of you just so you can like brutally murder/traumatise them :3

Commas are a drug and we are all addicted

When you've been doing this for so long you can type with your eyes closed perfectly yet make 50 thousand typos per page while having your eyes open

Wanting literally everyone in the world to read your story one day, but when someone you know asks to read it you scream and Panic

I have voices in my head, but in order to make it seem normal I give them names and make them do things in a word doc

Getting All the ideas the moment you step out of range of any sort of note-taking objects

Listening to your book playlist and creating a pinterest board for your characters and convicting yourself this is writing

24/7 always both "this work is terrible i'll never amount to anything" and "i'm a fcking genius wow i'm incredible" simultaneously every second.

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Me: (scrolling through all the fanfiction I like to see if anyone has tried to write the idea I thought was so original in my head so that when I write it it doesn’t look like I’m copying them)

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When you daydream about your story and it doesn’t magically write itself onto the page:

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my dream as a fanfic writer is for one day, one of my fics to be someones comfort fic. like the fic that they reread when they don't feel good and want to be happy. i want my words to comfort someone one day

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STOP THINKING THERE IS A DEADLINE. THERE IS NO DEADLINE. TAKE A DEEP BREATH AND TAKE YOUR TIME.

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you're not turning your fandom hobby into a job are you? giving yourself deadlines and quotas that you have to meet? focusing on the numbers instead of your enjoyment of the act of creation?

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I swear trying to write smut feels like:

His hands were hands and then the fingers were in the hand and the hand was with the fingers and the fingers had the hand in the other hand then the fingers dragged to the hand with the fingers and it was hot

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"Did you know people are masturbating to your smut fics-- 🤢" I hope they get twice as wet as I did writing it, mind your fucking business.

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Pairing: Clark Kent/Superman (as portrayed by David Corenswet) x fem!Reader

Summary: You buy some lingerie that reminds Clark of Beauty and the Beast. He can’t help but get turned on, even after a night of being Superman.

Format: Short Story

Word Count: ~1.9k

Genre: Romance; Hurt/Comfort

Additional Tags/Warnings: no use of (Y/N); vague description of an alien attack; descriptions of injuries; reader wears lingerie that shows off her goodies; heavy makeout session; implied sexual situations; Ma and Pa Kent make a small appearance; sorry if you disagree with my choice of Clark’s favorite Disney movie/princess

Author’s Note: My interest in Superman (2025) grew steadily over time. Now that I’ve seen the movie, David Corenswet’s Clark Kent/Superman is now on my mantle of characters I will write for!

This was supposed to be smut. However, given that it’s my first time writing for Clark Kent/Superman, I decided to tone things down to ease myself into things.

This is story is part of an unofficial collection of lingerie-inspired pieces featuring a couple other characters I write for. I’m curious to see which one lands on your homepage first. Enjoy!

P.S. The lingerie set that Reader has is this. I WAS NOT ASKED NOR AM I GETTING PAID IN ANY WAY FOR MENTIONING THIS LINGERIE SET!!! I JUST SAW THIS ON TIKTOK AND WAS INSPIRED!!!

P.P.S. I DO NOT OWN SUPERMAN IN ANY WAY, SHAPE, OR FORM!!! I ALSO DO NOT OWN BEAUTY AND THE BEAST IN ANY WAY, SHAPE, OR FORM!!!

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If you were to ask Clark what his favorite Disney movie was, he’d say Beauty and the Beast.

Ma played it quite a bit when he was young because she was rather fond of the romance of it all, so much so she would often joke that she found her own beast with Pa. The only thing that Clark would admit was cool was the talking silverware and furniture. Anything related to romance would make him pull a disgusted face.

Overtime, however, he began to appreciate the film more. It had beautiful animation, the songs were catchy, and he started to finally get its themes on love and acceptance. He hoped one day to find his own Belle, someone was able to look past the beast to find the beauty within... or in his case, look past the Superman to love the Clark Kent.

He finally found what he was looking for in you years later. You were smart, loved to try new things, and above all loved and took care of Clark Kent as much as you did Superman. He was so grateful to have a beauty like you in his life.

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You had a great date night planned.

First, you went out and bought the ingredients for Clark’s favorite dinner. Next, you picked up a few new candles to set the mood. Then, you went by the boutique down the road and bought the lingerie set that you had been eying ever since you and Clark started dating. When you made it back to your shared apartment, you quickly got to work cooking and arranging everything. Once all of it was done, you went into the bedroom and tried on your purchase.

The entire outfit was in a nice shade of yellow. The top was pretty sheer and had flower decorations leading up to the thin straps. It was also stretchy, which was great for when Clark wanted to pull it down to play with your breasts because that was for sure going to happen. You twirled and posed in front of the mirror as all sorts of thoughts ran through your head.

You managed to tear away from your reflection long enough to look at the clock on the nightstand and see that Clark was due home any minute. You quickly grabbed your silk robe and went back out to make sure everything was in place. You then took a seat at the table, one leg crossed over the other and your arms draped over the chair in a seductive manner, and stared at the door.

That lasted for about ten minutes before you got tired and tried a more relaxed pose.

That lasted for another ten minutes before you slumped over the table, your hand barely holding up your head.

An hour later, you were up and putting everything away in plastic containers.

Clark would usually let you know if something normal unexpectedly came up. If something super came up, however, he was basically a ghost. You understood and accepted that to a certain extent. You couldn’t deny that it hurt in the moment, though, especially when you put as much time and effort into something as you did that night.

You were blowing out the candles and thinking about where you could hide your lingerie for next time when you saw something out of the corner of your eye. You turned around and gasped.

There he was, Clark as Superman, beaten up pretty badly yet still able to fly.

You bit your lip as he cautiously made his way inside. Once his feet hit the ground, his body lurched forward a little. You immediately raced to him and tried to hold him up, even though he was bigger than you. He let out a cough and a smile as he turned to you. “Honey, I’m home,” he joked. You sighed and helped him over to the couch.

You gently sat Clark down before getting a good look at him. He had a big bruise along his jaw and scratches on his cheeks and forehead. His lip was slightly busted, as were his knuckles. You could only imagine what injuries he had underneath his suit.

“I’m going to take this off, okay?” Clark nodded and helped you as best as he could. He moved however you told him to as you slipped off his cape, top, boots, and bottoms. As you undressed him, you engaged him in some light conversation. “What happened?”

“Alien attack.”

“I thought so. You usually don’t come back this hurt unless it’s aliens.”

He smirked. “You should see the aliens.”

“Are they dead?”

“No. They’ve been sent to an intergalactic prison.”

You hummed in agreement as you removed the last of the clothing. Clark was now only in his underwear. His torso was absolutely littered with bruises of all shapes and colors. You’ve seen him come back hurt plenty of times, but it didn’t stop you from shedding a tear or two every single time.

Clark gave you such a sympathetic look, like he wasn’t the one seriously injured. You swiftly wiped away your tears and stated, “I’m going to find some stuff to cover up your wounds, okay?”

He nodded and watched you make your way to the bathroom. You came back with the first aid kit and a wet cloth to clean up any and all blood. You stood in-between his legs as you worked. You started by gently dabbing over the affected areas. Clark’s muscles clenched slightly at the contact, but he toughed it out. You then wrapped up his knuckles and put wide bandaids over his scratches.

Once you were done, you took a step back to observe your work. It’d be alright until the sun came up and Clark could heal properly. In the meantime, he held out his arms for a hug. You obliged but tried to be mindful of the bruises. That didn’t stop him from pulling you in closer so you were sitting on his lap and your head was resting in the crook of his neck.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” you whispered.

“This is actually very healing,” he said.

You giggled at that. “Right. Next you’re going to tell me to kiss your boo-boos better.”

Clark pretended to think about it before responding, “Well, now that you mention it…”

You rolled your eyes as you leaned in to kiss him. Your lips then moved to his forehead, his cheeks, his jaw, each of his hands, and you lowered yourself to reach the bruises along his chest.

While you worked, Clark stared at you with such adoration in his eyes… until they caught a flash of yellow underneath your partially-opened robe.

“What’s that?” he pointed out.

You looked down and suddenly remembered the other part of your surprise for Clark. You jumped up and back to wrap yourself up. “It’s-It’s nothing!” you stuttered.

Clark gave you a pointed look. “It doesn’t seem like nothing if it’s got you acting like this.”

You bit your lip. Was this really the best time for your surprise? Clark seemed to think so because he gave you his best puppy dog eyes and pleaded, “Come on. Show me. Please?”

You sighed. You could never deny your sweet, hunky boyfriend anything. So, you took your time undoing your robe, letting it fall from each shoulder, then having it fall to the floor.

Clark inhaled sharply at the sight in front of him.

You looked like Belle.

It finally hit him that you were Belle.

You were Belle taking care of the Beast, him, after he nearly died in a vicious attack.

He doesn’t know why that made him so hard, but it did.

You couldn’t see it, though. You began to squirm in place and look at anything but him. “I thought this might be a nice way to end the night,” you explained sheepishly.

“You thought right,” Clark finally breathed out.

Your jaw dropped at that remark. Did you hear that right?

“Come here,” he beckoned you towards him.

You got your answer when, once you were a mere few inches away from him, he pulled you into his lap again. Your thighs were on either side of his legs. You instinctively braced yourself on his shoulders, the one place that wasn’t injured. You looked into Clark’s eyes, which were blown wide with such desire.

Even after everything that he had been through tonight as Superman, Clark Kent was hot for you.

You weren’t too sure it was a good idea, though. “Clark-” you started. He silenced you by surging forward to kiss you. You tried to pull back, but his grip on you was strong. “Clark, please-” you tried talking against his lips, but they dominated you. Your efforts were made harder when his tongue entered your mouth. You let out an involuntary moan at the action. His hands moved from your thighs to your ass, massaging each cheek with care.

“Clark-“ you tried again, but his mouth on your neck shut you up again. He sucked and licked various spots that made you gasp. “Clark… Oh, Clark…!” Your hands found their way into his hair, creating small circles against his scalp. He only stopped his attack on your neck to let out a blissful sigh.

It wasn’t until he tried to grind up into you that you came back to your senses. “Wait! Wait, Clark!” Your hands returned to his shoulders to stop him. “You’re hurt,” you explained. “I don’t want to make things worse.”

“You won’t,” he insisted, squeezing your ass. His puppy dog eyes returned, but you were stronger this time. He didn’t let it deter him. “Please, honey. I want you. I want to feel you against me.” He squeezed you again for emphasis, which you couldn’t deny felt good. “We can be careful,” Clark attempted to negotiate. “We don’t have to do much. We can take it slow. You can even be in charge over what we do.”

The wheels in your mind churned over the idea. You looked between his injuries, which really needed time to relax, and him, who wouldn’t relax until he had you.

With a deep sigh and a small smile, you finally answered, “Okay.”

Clark’s eyebrows raised up in surprise. “Okay?” he echoed.

“Okay,” you nodded.

He let out a dopey smile and one last, “Okay.”

In one swift motion, he grabbed your legs, wrapped them around his waist, and stood to lift you up. You couldn’t help but scream and hold him by his neck. “Clark!” you exclaimed as he carried you to the bedroom.

“What?! We’re going to need plenty of space, and I think our large, soft bed is more ideal than the couch!”

You couldn’t argue against his reasoning or stop yourself from letting out a breathy laugh.

You two kissed the rest of your way inside the bedroom towards the bed. Before you could fall back into it, you made Clark put you down and reposition himself so he’d go down first. He fell backwards gently, rather gracefully, then scooted his way up to the pillows. You followed him on your hands and knees, crawling towards him with a gleam in your eye. His smile got wider as you got closer.

As for the rest of the night… well, that’s a tale as old as time.

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Author’s Note 2: Electric Boogaloo: Thank you so much for making it to the end! I ask that you NOT post this story as your own, please. Instead, give it a like/review/bookmark/reblog/all of the above wherever you read it.

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Pairing: Logan Howlett/Wolverine (specifically worst!Wolverine) x fem!Reader

Summary: You buy a lingerie set on TikTok to spice up your sex life with Logan. It works, maybe a little too well…

Format: Short Story

Word Count: 2.9k

Genre: Smut

Additional Tags/Warnings: no use of (Y/N); Wade makes a cameo; strong language; porn with little plot; explicit sex; reader wears lingerie that shows off her goodies; TikTok made her buy it; reader is a little insecure; breast play; spanking; sex from behind; unprotected sex (no glove no love, kids); choking; some soft dom vibes from Logan; Logan is also a bit insecure; Logan’s main pet name for reader is “sweetheart”

Author’s Note: LOGAN IS BACK, BABY!!!

This is story is part of an unofficial collection of lingerie-inspired pieces featuring a couple other characters I write for. I’m curious to see which one lands on your homepage first. Enjoy!

P.S. The lingerie set that Reader has is this. I WAS NOT ASKED NOR AM I GETTING PAID BY ANYONE IN ANY WAY FOR MENTIONING THIS LINGERIE SET!!! I JUST SAW THIS ON TIKTOK AND WAS INSPIRED!!!

P.P.S. I DO NOT OWN WOLVERINE, DEADPOOL, OR ANY OTHER CHARACTER(S) IN THE DEADPOOL/MARVEL UNIVERSE!!! I ALSO DO NOT OWN ANYTHING/ANYONE THAT IS WITTILY REFERENCED!!! I ESPECIALLY DON’T OWN TIKTOK!!!

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You had been looking at the lingerie that had been lying flat on your bed for about five minutes now. It seemed like a good idea when you first bought it. Now, you weren’t too sure.

Four months ago, your boyfriend Logan - the big bad Wolverine – moved in with you. Things were going really great for your two, especially your sex life. No more worrying about whether Logan’s roommates (particularly the loudmouth known as Wade Wilson) would hear you and tease you mercilessly. No more keeping it confined to just the bedroom. In your own space, you could do it anywhere and be as loud as you wanted.

Lately, however, you felt like you needed to switch things up a bit. That’s when divine inspiration stepped in in the form of TikTok.

As you were scrolling through your feed, you came a video for a lingerie outfit. It was a lacy, burgundy one-piece that had a hole in the intimate area and was very stretchy, as made evident by a pair of hands stretching out the hole and also the middle part of the boob area. You usually weren’t interested in lingerie, but your eyes lit up and all sorts of wicked thoughts of you and Logan raced through your mind. You quickly found the link and immediately purchased it.

Now, about a week later, it was here, on your bed, staring at you in intimidation.

Was this really you?

Were you worthy of such attire?

You’d never know until you tried it on.

After another five minutes of staring, that’s just what you did. You threw your regular clothes onto the floor and eased into your new set. When you were done, you went in front of your full-length mirror.

The first thing you did was try out the stretchiness of the top. You pulled it down and over your boobs rather easily. When you put it back in place, it was like nothing ever happened. Next was the hole at the bottom. You tried it in the front then the back. The front was alright, but the back was even better. Afterwards, you stood in place and allowed your eyes to inspect every inch of your body in the outfit.

At first, you thought you looked good, pretty even.

The more you looked, though, the more you settled on okay.

Your brain eventually twisted it until you looked silly and out of place.

You started to tear up at your ginormous mistake. You should’ve taken the damn thing off and buried somewhere deep in the back of your closet, but your intrusive thoughts made it hard to move.

“Hey, sweetheart, you wanna-?”

Logan unexpectedly barging in, however, made you move.

You were so in your head that you didn’t hear Logan and Wade come into the apartment, announce that they were going to the bar, and ask if you wanted to join them. Logan figured you’d be in the bedroom doing whatever. He had barely gotten through the door and reiterating his question when his eyes landed on you standing in front of the mirror in a one-piece.

A revealing one-piece.

A revealing one-piece that made you look so God damn sexy.

His brain shut down so hard that he didn’t register you covering up and looking at him like a deer in headlights. When his brain was up and running again, he had only one thought – He had to have you now.

He turned on his heel and marched over to Wade on the couch. “Out. Now.”

“What?” Wade asked, puzzled. “What are you talking about? I thought we-“

“Get the fuck out NOW!!!” Logan bellowed, grabbing Wade and hauling him to the door. Wade tried to fight back, but he was no match for the mutant’s strength. He was promptly kicked out on his ass and had the door slammed in his face. Logan didn’t even hear the snide remark Wade hollered on the other side. He was too busy tearing off his shirt and making his way back to the bedroom.

You stood in the doorway, shocked and confused. “Logan?! What’s-?!”

He took your face in his massive hands and pulled you in for a searing kiss. You instinctively closed your eyes. As he started moving you backwards, you held onto his arms for support. You had barely landed on the bed before Logan hurriedly moved you up towards the pillows. Once your head hit them, he caged you in from above.

You two made out passionately while Logan roamed his hands all over your body. He felt your soft skin, your curves, and the smooth lace of your lingerie. As he explored you, his lips moved down to your neck and chest. You let out a surprised gasp followed by moans and the occasional “Logan!”

“You look so damn hot in this, sweetheart,” he whispered after biting your neck particularly hard. Once he soothed the spot with a lick and kiss, he said, “But I know you’d look even better with it off.”

You could hear the sound of his claws coming out and your eyes snapped open.

“NO!” you shouted.

Logan lifted himself off you and sat back on his knees. His claws were still out, but he held them far away from you as you sat up. You pointed to the claws. “You will not be using those on me today. I just bought this and I’ll be damned if it gets ruined before we’ve had a chance to experiment with it.”

“Experiment with it?” Logan raised an eyebrow.

You blushed. “There’s more to this than you think, baby.”

As seductively as you could, you pulled the front down to expose your breasts. Logan’s eyes got so wide. His claws slowly went back into his hand so he could gently cup your breasts. Once his hands made contact with your skin, you fell back on the bed and let him enjoy himself.

He showed great restraint at first, gently squeezing your bare breasts and moving them up and down. He then began teasing your nipples, rubbing them in-between his fingers and stretching them out. “Yes… Oh God, yes!” you moaned. You let out a sharp gasp when Logan’s mouth came down. His lips sucked in time with the squeezes he was providing your other breast. His tongue came out to swirl around your nipple before he bared his teeth to bite it. It only lasted a second, but it was enough to elicit a loud “oh, fuck” from you and make you grind up against his naked torso.

Your hands flew into his hair when he moved his mouth to your other breast. You continued moving against him as he showed it the same amount of love and attention. You noticed he was getting a bit rougher and faster, which made you want to match him. When it felt like you were about to burst just from dry-humping him, you managed to find a way through your clouded mind to say, “Logan, wait!”

He quickly lifted his head up. “What?” he asked with such concern.

You gulped to cure your dry mouth and said, “As much as I like this, I need you in me now.”

“How do you want me, sweetheart?” Logan smirked, still holding you by your breasts.

“From behind. There’s something else I want to show you.”

He peeled himself off you so you could move into position. You flipped over and brought a couple pillows with you so you could rest your stomach on them. Once you got on your knees, you felt around for the hole in the intimate area.

“What do you think of this?” you asked as you stretched it out. You looked over your shoulder to catch Logan’s reaction. He did not disappoint.

His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets and his jaw went slack. His hand came forward to feel your ass. He went from one cheek to the other and back again.

He then did something unexpected – he slapped your ass cheek.

Now, Logan had slapped your ass plenty of times, but it was usually in a more casual setting in a teasing manner. However, he had never done it in the bedroom with such force. You inhaled and closed your eyes at the impact. You slowly opened up again and saw that Logan was a bit shocked himself.

“Do it again,” you ordered.

He happily obliged. The next was quick and sharp, and it stung no matter how much you anticipated it. You still found it hot.

“You like that, sweetheart?” Logan asked. When you took too long to answer, his hand came back down, this time on your other cheek. “You like that?” You nodded vigorously, but that didn’t appease him. He slapped you again before commanding, “Use your words.”

“Yes!” you got out, turning around to the front to hide your flushed face. “Yes, I like it!”

“You like it when I slap your ass?” His hand came down twice, once on each cheek. You bit your lip but managed to say, “Yes, I like it when you slap my ass!”

This time when his hand came down, it stayed on your ass, massaging all the cruelty away. The sudden switch made it harder for you to hold the lingerie hole open. You stuck it out long enough for Logan to stick a single finger inside you. You squeaked at the intrusion, then let out a deep moan as Logan felt your collecting wetness.

“God, you’re so wet,” he observed out loud. “Ready to take anything I give you, huh?”

Your head fell forward as you begged him, “Yes! I want you Logan! I want your cock! I want you to fuck me so hard! Please!”

“Awe, my poor sweetheart,” he teased. “So needy.” You could hear him undoing his belt and zipper. “So whiny.” You didn’t have the strength to turn around, but you just knew he was taking his dick in his hands and stroking it. “I like it. How all you can think about is my cock.” It was right up against your ass. You could feel its impressive length and thickness. Your heart hammered in your chest waiting for it invade you.

It never did.

Instead, Logan invaded your space by draping himself over you, getting close to your ear, and whispering, “Come on, sweetheart. Tell me one more time how much you want my cock.”

You finally lifted your head up. “I want-“

“No, no. Look me in the eye and tell me how much you want it.”

You don’t know where the sudden burst of courage came from, but you got right in his face and told him, “I want you to man up and fuck my brains out now or I’m going to have my vibrator finish the job.”

It was sort of an empty threat from you. You hadn’t touched your vibrator ever since you and Logan started sleeping together. Even if you wanted to, you were fairly certain it wouldn’t be the same. The man just had to go and ruin all other men and sex toys for you.

Logan took your threat seriously, however. That’s why he rammed his massive cock into you with zero warning.

It took the air right out of your lungs. Before you could collect it, he set a steady pace of going in and out of you. His hands went right to your hips so you could match him thrust for thrust. Your head lolled in front of you as your hands made their way from the hole to the bedsheets to hold on for dear life.

Logan grunted against your neck. “This is what you wanted, right? You and your big mouth wanted me to fuck you hard?” You managed to let out an “uh huh,” which made him chuckle. “You’re so drunk on my cock already. You can’t even speak. You just lay there and take it. Take and take and take.” He went slow and deep on each “take” before going back to his usual pace. You could feel his weight being lifted from your back, and you imagined him sitting upright to stare down and gloat over how submissive you were being just for him.

You stayed like that until your could feel your back start to hurt. Plus, you were missing Logan’s warmth against you. One of your hands reached back to one of his. “Logan- Logan, stop! Please!” you whimpered.

He immediately did as he was told. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Nothing. I just want to try another position.” Before he could ask, you used all your strength to push yourself up so your back was firmly pressed against his chest. You kept one of his hands on your hip, but the other you moved so that it was right on your neck. “That’s better,” you grinned.

You peeked around at Logan, who was very hesitant about one thing. “Are you sure about…?” He squeezed your neck gently so you’d know what he was referring to.

You softened at his hesitancy. Logan had done a lot things with his hands. Bad things. One of those bad things was choking the life out of people. If he ever did that to you, he’d never forgive himself. You knew and respected that, but you also trusted him. You told him as much with your hands still over his.

“I’m sure. I trust you, Logan. And, hey, if you like, we can have a signal in case things get too rough.”

He thought about it for a moment, then nodded. “If it’s too much, tap my hand three times,” he recommended.

“Yes, sir!” you beamed.

Your response, plus you shaking your ass against him, plus the fact that someone as wonderful as you would ever let someone like him touch you, fuck you, love you, made him snap. He went in for a messy kiss as he picked up right where he left off.

His thrusts were hard and his pace was relentless. His grip on your neck took a little time, but once some real pressure was applied you moaned in satisfaction. “Logan!” you repeated like a chant as his other hand went towards your pussy. You closed your eyes in anticipation.

He took his sweet-ass time, though. “You’re taking me so good, sweetheart. Fuck, I’m the luckiest bastard in the world to fuck someone like you.”

You nodded in agreement and stealthily tried to lead his hand downward. He quickly got the hint, but he didn’t give in right away.

“Oh, you want more of me? You want me to touch your greedy pussy?”

“Yes!” you nodded again. You could feel Logan smiling menacingly against you as he asked, “Yes what?”

“Yes, I want you to touch my greedy pussy!” you yelled. He finally dove in to rub your clit in tight circles. You could also feel his hold on your neck get a little tighter. Your hand flew up to his hair to pull at it, which made him go impossibly faster and harder. You tried to keep up with him, but after a while all you could do was be still and take everything he gave you.

“Fuck! Fuck, Logan! I’m gonna- I’m gonna-!”

Your orgasm hit you like a freight train. You screamed at the sensation and tightened every muscle in your body, including your pussy. The tight grip on his dick made Logan cum with a growl. His hold on your neck was gone in favor of holding you across your chest to keep you in place.

Your heavy breaths were in sync as the rush slowly wore off. You could feel the stickiness of your mixed juices down there and a bit of stickiness on your cheeks. You realized at some point tears escaped your eyes. You quickly wiped them away at the same time Logan massaged all the places he gripped you, mostly your neck. You gently stopped him and turned to give him a slow, loving kiss. When you were done, you told him, “That was amazing. You’re amazing.”

“Back at you, sweetheart,” he softly chuckled. He cautiously pulled out of you and eased you down to lay on the bed. As soon as he joined you, you snuggled into him with your head on his chest.

“So, where’d you find this?” Logan asked, pulling part of the lace until it snapped back into place.

You giggled. “TikTok.”

“Of course,” he rolled his eyes. He knew how much you liked the app and found all sorts of silly stuff on it (most of which he didn’t get).

“Hey!” you slapped his chest lightly. “It got us here, didn’t it?”

“I guess.”

You smiled in triumph before saying under your breath, “And if this is how you act with this outfit, I can only imagine how you’ll be with the others.”

Logan perked up at that. “Others?”

“Well, the site I bought this from, they were having a sale on all their lingerie sets,” you explained. “So, I got a few more. I got one in black because it’s like a default sexy color. Then I got a two-piece in purple that reminded me of Rapunzel, and a dress in white because it’s like an angel, you know? And there’s also-“

Logan let out a deep groan that startled you. You relaxed once you saw him give you hungry eyes and say, “You’re going to be the death of me, sweetheart… but what a way to go.”

You grinned. “God bless TikTok, then.”

“God bless fucking TikTok.”

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Author’s Note 2: Electric Boogaloo: Thank you so much for making it to the end! I ask that you NOT post this story as your own, please. Instead, give it a like/review/bookmark/reblog/all of the above wherever you read it.

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Pairing: Johnny Storm (as portrayed by Joseph Quinn) x fem!Reader

Summary: You and Johnny are on your first vacation as a couple. You buy a new lingerie set for the occasion, and Johnny does not let your effort go unnoticed or unrewarded.

Format: Short Story

Word Count: 3.6k

Genre: Romance; Smut

Additional Tags/Warnings: no use of (Y/N); strong language; porn with some plot; vacation spot is TBD; reader wears lingerie that shows off her goodies; Johnny is hot (literally and figuratively); Johnny’s main pet name for reader is “baby”; explicit sex; sex in front of a mirror (sort of); breast play; fingering; oral sex (male receiving); p in v sex; reader is on top; reader is on the pill; possibly incorrect views and depictions of romantic/sexual relationships as they were in the 1960s; attempted accuracy with regards to 1960s hotel rooms

Author’s Note: After the monster that was my 3-part Johnny Storm story, I didn’t think I’d be back to writing so quickly. I also didn’t think my next story would be Johnny Storm smut. However, after FINALLY seeing Fantastic Four: First Steps, I have all sorts of fun, new ideas with our Human Torch!

This is story is part of an unofficial collection of lingerie-inspired pieces featuring a couple other characters I write for. I’m curious to see which one lands on your homepage first. Enjoy!

P.S. The lingerie set that Reader has is this. I WAS NOT ASKED NOR AM I GETTING PAID IN ANY WAY FOR MENTIONING THIS LINGERIE SET!!! I JUST SAW THIS ON TIKTOK AND WAS INSPIRED!!!

P.P.S. I DO NOT OWN THE FANTASTIC FOUR OR ANYTHING ELSE MARVEL-RELATED!!!

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You were so excited when your sweet and hot (literally and figuratively) boyfriend, Johnny Storm, asked you to go away with him on your first couple’s vacation. You two had been going steady for about three months and it seemed like a natural step forward. However, with a nice, fancy room all to yourselves far away from all responsibilities and judgements, you knew you’d be doing more than just taking in the beautiful views.

That’s why about a week before you were set to leave, you went to the local boutique that you’d often wander around in and finally bought something. It was a racy, royal blue lingerie set, with a top that unhooked in the middle of the breasts and matching lace panties. It was the perfect things to surprise Johnny with.

The set was buried at the bottom of your suitcase, and the idea burned in the back of your mind as you and Johnny finally pulled up to the hotel. After getting checked in, you headed to the elevator. The doors had barely closed before he was all over you.

“Johnny!” you exclaimed in-between him grabbing your waist and kissing you wherever he could. “Wait until we’re in our room!”

“But you’re so beautiful and I love you so much,” he said into your neck, nipping ever so softly.

It took all your strength to push him away from you. “We’ll have plenty of time for that later,” you said firmly. He dramatically sighed and pouted, but still held out his hand for you to take. You accepted it and, once the elevator doors open, led him down the hall to your room.

You were impressed with the layout of your quarters - A single bed that had plenty of room for two people. A desk where you would be doing absolutely no work. A TV that hopefully had decent channels. A mirror in the corner so you could see yourself in the new evening dresses you bought. Art along the walls that showed splotches of paint in different sizes and colors. And finally, a big window with a fabulous view.

After setting your bags down on the bed, you went to look out the window. You took a deep breath, letting the happiness and possibilities sink in. Johnny was quick to come up behind you. He didn’t try anything this time, though, probably to take everything in like you.

“This is going to be so good for us,” he commented.

You hummed in agreement before turning around to give him a slow kiss. When you pulled away, you asked, “So, what do we do now?”

“Well, I was thinking we could make reservations at the restaurant next to the hotel. We can get settled and relax for a bit here then go there for dinner.”

“Sounds good. You want me to make the call?”

“No, no. I got it.” He kissed the side of your head, then hopped over to the phone. As you made your way back to your bags to unpack, you could hear the phone giving off an unusual sound. Johnny scrunched up his face in confusion before setting it down. “I think something’s wrong with our phone,” he concluded.

“I would say call the front desk and tell them, but…” you smirked.

“Ha ha ha,” Johnny said dryly. “I’ll just go down and let them know. I’ll also go make our reservations.”

“Alright, hon. Try not to get in trouble.”

“No promises!” After one final kiss, he was out the door.

You quickly got all your clothes hung up in the nearby closet. All that was left was your lingerie. As you stared at it, you realized you had yet to try it on. You figured you’d have a good few minutes to yourself before Johnny came back, so you took the lingerie along with your toiletries and rushed to the bathroom.

You closed the door and hurriedly peeled off your clothes. You left them in a pile on the floor like it was nothing as you made a big deal out of putting on your lingerie. When everything was in place, you looked in the mirror in shock.

You looked amazing.

The color looked so good on you, and all your curves were perfectly accentuated. You saw the snap in front and tested it out. As soon as you unclasped it, the top split open to reveal your breasts. You let out a giggle as you clasped it back together. You started posing every which way in the mirror, fulling taking in your appearance. You could only imagine what Johnny would think. He would probably lose his mind, take you so hard, ravish you until the early morning.

You were so caught up in your fantasy that you didn’t hear Johnny come in. He was about to call out to you when he noticed that the bathroom door was open a smidge. He took a peek through the crack and saw flashes of blue and lace on you. He immediately pulled away. His dick was already hard at what little he saw of you.

He couldn’t wait. He had to have you now.

With the utmost caution, he tiptoed into the room, placed both of your bags against the wall, and tore off all his clothes except for his underwear. He then quietly raced out of the room and back into the hallway. He didn’t care if anyone saw him. It’d be worth it for what he was about to do.

You heard a knock on the door followed by a deep, “Room service.” You were a bit confused but didn’t want to be rude. You also didn’t want to show off your half-naked form to a stranger. Luckily, you found a folded bathrobe and threw it on. You opened the door and gasped when you saw a rather exposed Johnny leaning towards you with that signature cocky smirk on his face.

He didn’t say a word as he led you back inside, closed the door with his foot, and pulled you in for a deep kiss.

Your eyes remained opened in shock at the surprise. He let you go long enough for you to ask, “Are you crazy?!”

“Yes. And you are gorgeous.” He brought you in for more.

Your eyes remained opened and this time you pulled away to continue, “How long have you been here?”

“Long enough to catch a sneak peek of your sexy getup, take my clothes off, then run back out to surprise you.”

Before he could kiss you again, you covered his mouth and asked, “What about the phone and dinner reservations?”

Johnny sighed into your hand and gently removed it to answer you. “There was no one at the front desk about the phone. I talked to the host at the restaurant and he put us down for seven o’clock. Plenty of time to work up an appetite. Now can I please make sweet love to my woman?” He kissed your palm and wrist, then your neck, jaw, cheek, and lips. Damn his charm, you thought, slowly but surely giving into him.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and let him back you up towards the bed. When you felt your knees hit the edge, you also felt his hands coming to the front to undo your robe. Before you could stop it, it pooled at your feet, revealing your present to Johnny. His face lit up like he was on fire. You blushed and started to cover up, but he stopped you.

“No, no, don’t do that. You can’t be shy when you look so good.”

“I take it you like this then?” you asked.

“Oh, yeah,” he nodded eagerly. “Big time. Turn around for me.”

You did as he said, but he still helped you by holding your hand up and twirling you around in slow motion. You could feel his eyes raking over you hungrily. When they landed on your lace panties, he gave a wolf whistle that made you giggle hard. As soon as you faced him again, he kissed you some more.

“I am so lucky to have you,” he said against your lips.

“I’m lucky to have you too, Johnny,” you replied.

Before you could fully melt into the kiss, Johnny stopped and moved so that you were in front of the mirror. He stood behind you, taking you in.

“Have I told you that you’re gorgeous?” he finally asked.

You smiled. “Yes. A couple minutes ago, actually.”

“Well then, let me tell you that you’re beautiful.” He kissed your cheek. “And stunning.” He kissed your jaw. “And sexy.” He kissed your neck. “And perfect. So perfect.” He stayed on your neck for a good long while, licking, nipping, and sucking here and there.

You closed your eyes and moaned happily at all the things his mouth was doing. You could feel your pussy tingling in need of stimulation, so you took Johnny’s hands and tried to lead them down there. He didn’t give in. Instead, he moved so that both sets of hands rested on your breasts.

“Mmm, Johnny…” was all you could say as he spent the next couple of minutes squeezing your breasts and going back and forth between kissing your neck and whispering all sorts of sweet things to you.

“You look so good, baby. You feel so good. You have no idea what you do to me. All I want to do is love you and worship you.”

“Oh, I love when you touch me like this, Johnny,” you breathed out. You couldn’t help but grind your pussy against the air. Johnny, on the other hand, started grinding against your ass as he applied more pressure to your breasts. He was getting so hard from this and you envied him for having a way to create friction.

He must’ve sensed your impatience because one of his hands slowly made its way down to your intimate area. Your hand still rested on top to guide him. He stopped just above your panties.

“Please, Johnny,” you pleaded. “Please touch me. I want you so badly.”

Johnny shushed you before whispering, “I know, baby. I know. I’m gonna take care of you. Give you whatever you want.”

He finally crossed the threshold and went underneath your underwear. You let out a satisfied sigh when his finger slipped easily inside your aching pussy. He timed his up-and-down movements to the squeezes on your breast. Your hands followed along with his ministrations. Your head titled to the side to rest against him, allowing him to keep on marking your neck. You knew it’d be rather difficult to cover up said marks for dinner that night, but in that moment you didn’t give a damn.

You tried to take your time alongside him, but after a short while your body demanded more. You voiced your need with a strained, “Oh, Johnny! More! Please! Give me more!”

The addition of a second finger made you gasp. “Is this what you want, baby?” he asked. “Yes!” you exclaimed when he started going deeper inside your folds and picking up his speed. His cock against your ass also picked up a little bit.

“You always take me so well,” he complimented you. “My fingers. My cock.” He thrusted into you hard to make his point. That made you move against his hand even faster.

“I love you, Johnny! I love you so much!” you started babbling. “I love how you touch me and play with me. I want you. I want you to make me cum. Please! Please make me cum!”

“I will, baby. I told you I’d give you whatever you wanted.”

You felt some slight pressure on your clit. His thumb was making small circles around it. He got to about five rotations when, out of nowhere, your climax hit you.

You gave a small cry as you went up on your tiptoes. Johnny kept his fingers in you to help you through your orgasm. As you lowered back onto the floor, you weakly turned your head and dragged him by his hair towards you for a sloppy kiss. He used the opportunity to pull out his fingers, which were all covered in your juices. Once you eased up on his lips, he brought his fingers up and began sucking them clean.

“You are so hot,” you commented while watching him through hooded eyes.

He let his fingers go with a pop, replying, “And you are so delicious.” You leaned forward to have a taste of what he had before fully turning around.

“I bet you taste just as good,” you said suggestively.

Before Johnny could protest, you were on your knees in front of him and lowering his boxers down. His penis sprung out, long and hard. You took a moment to look between your man and his member and gave a knowing smirk. Licking your lips, you moved forward to lightly peck kisses against his cock. Johnny’s head lolled back and his breathing got significantly heavy.

Before he could get comfortable, you took him in your mouth. You started with just the tip, which was enough to have him exclaiming, “Shit!” As you moved your head back and forth, you took more of him in. You could feel his hand gently guiding you down. His other hand was with yours on his toned stomach, trying to hold him in place. You concentrated on moving his cock in and out of your mouth as smoothly as possible. Every now and then, you bit him gently, and you could feel his stomach muscles contract a little at the sensation.

You dared to open your eyes and look up at him. His eyes were screwed shut and his mouth let out the most obscene groans. “Baby… Oh, baby…” was all he could say, until you started going a bit faster. His grip in your hair tightened. “Fuck! Fuck, don’t stop! Please! God!” All you could do was hum your response. “Shit! You’re so God damn good, baby! Make me feel so good!”

The real kicker, however, was when you raked your nails down his stomach to around his ass and then back to the front over his thigh near his balls. With one more suck from your mouth, he came hard.

You took as much as you could, breathing through your nose with total focus. Only when there wasn’t a drop left did his hand release your head, which allowed you to release yourself from his softening cock. You leaned back on your knees and took a moment to center yourself. It seemed like Johnny needed the same thing if his labored breathing was anything to go by.

After a minute, you two looked at each other. You could tell that even after both your satisfying climaxes, you still had an appetite for each other.

“Want more?” you asked.

Johnny was quick to bend over and pull you up by your elbows for a passionate kiss. He stopped long enough to say, “With you, always.”

He swiftly turned you around and lowered you onto the bed. You moved so your head rested on the pillows and giggled when he followed you. Johnny caged you in with his arms and legs as he dove in for more. Your tongues quickly met and you hummed together at the contact.

You were so into it that you barely felt him pulling at your panties. As he slid them off, he removed himself from you. “Johnny!” Your mouth chased after him until your brain realized what he was doing and relaxed.

“It’s okay, baby. I’m not going that far,” Johnny cooed as your panties went over your thighs, knees, calves, and finally your feet. He took a second to feel them in his hand. The lace was soaked from your earlier orgasm. You squirmed in place. “Nuh uh,” he tutted, tossing your panties to where your robe was. “I’m gonna need you open for this next part.”

He kept your legs firmly apart as he made his way back up to you. You tried to steady your breathing, but his intense gaze made it difficult. You finally held it once he was eye to eye with you. One hand was holding him up. The other was grabbing onto your leg and hooking it around him. He lowered himself so that his cock was only grazing the outside of your pussy. He went back and forth a few times, and each time you tried to thrust into him. He held you back as best as he could before suddenly stopping.

“Do you want a condom?” he asked.

You shook your head furiously. “I’m on the pill.”

“Are you ready then?”

You nodded, but all he did was raise an eyebrow. “Yes!” you rushed your answer.

You gasped when Johnny finally buried himself inside you. It soon turned into a breathy laugh and a smile when he started moving. It wasn’t often you and Johnny had sex without a condom. When you did, you relished the full feeling of his penis stretching your walls. Your nails scratched his back, lightly as first then a bit harder the deeper he went. He kept a steady pace in an effort to make the moment last as long as possible.

You two went back and forth between audible reactions. You’d moan, then he’d moan. He’d whisper your name, you’d whisper his back. You’d let out a “shit,” and he’d let out a “fuck.”

This lasted for several pleasurable minutes. At some point, though, your body wanted, not more necessarily, but something different. You opened your eyes and saw that Johnny’s were closed in deep concentration. You hated to ruin it, but you had to get your idea out there.

“Johnny?” you addressed him softly.

He opened his eyes but didn’t stop. “Yes?” he asked.

“Can I…?” you started, but your doubts and Johnny’s movements making it difficult to continue. When you started to feel him slow down, you finally blurted out, “Can I get on top, please?!”

He seemed taken aback, but that was more because of your outburst than the request itself. He grinned and said, “Sure you can, baby.” He was going to pull out and help you roll over, but you were so excited (and a little desperate) you took the liberty of rolling him over onto his back with him still inside you. Your eagerness surprised Johnny once again, but that was soon replaced with lust.

As soon as you had settled in an upright position, you started to move, going at more or less the speed he did. Your legs were on either side of him and your hands went to his chest for support. He held onto your waist at first, then eventually snaked up to your breasts, cupping and squeezing them like before.

Again, your body craved something different. Without missing a beat, you reached up over Johnny’s hands and undid the clasp to the front of your top. Just like you practiced, the sides fell to reveal your breasts.

Johnny’s eyes widened like a kid who had been shown an amazing magic trick. “Holy shit!” he uttered.

You guided his hands forward and sped up as you and Johnny massaged your breasts together. He met you thrust for thrust with deep grunts, maybe giving a little bit more punch. “Oh, Johnny!” you cried. You let him completely take over your breasts as you gripped his biceps to hold yourself up. He took full advantage of the opportunity by twirling your nipples between his fingers and lightly coaxing them into peaks. “Yes! Oh God, Johnny, don’t stop!” you begged as you rode him.

“I won’t, baby! I won’t!” he kept his word.

You found yourself deep in your own concentration as you got closer to your climax. Your jaw went slack and your heavy breaths went in and out with each tweak of your nipples and thrust from below. You were almost there. Your body knew what it needed to finish – just a little spark.

“Johnny!” you called out. Your hazy eyes managed to meet his. He was close, too, you could tell. Maybe he needed the same thing you did. “Kiss me,” you commanded. You almost fell forward to meet him, but he found the strength to sit up and kiss you himself.

The force of the kiss. The feel of his chest on yours. One last thrust inside you. It all culminated in you and Johnny cumming together.

Your bodies, even your lips, stilled. After a few seconds, you both let out deep sighs of relief as you came down from your respective highs. From there, you and Johnny lazily kissed each other.

Johnny was the first to stop kissing to say, “I love you.”

You smiled and said, “I love you, too. So much.”

“So much,” he repeated. With one last peck on your lips, he took you by your thighs, lifted you up, and carried you to the bathroom.

“What are you doing?!” you squealed, holding onto his neck tightly.

“Cleaning us up, baby,” he simply stated. “We can’t go to dinner like this. I’m pretty sure we’d get kicked out of the restaurant and our room.” Once he set you down on the sink counter, he slowly pulled out of you. He caged you in and leaned in close. “However, I wouldn’t be opposed to getting like this for dessert afterwards.”

You giggled and shook your head at the implication… but you secretly looked forward to it, along with every other long night and day with your smoking hot boyfriend.

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Author’s Note 2: Electric Boogaloo: Thank you so much for making it to the end! I ask that you NOT post this story as your own, please. Instead, give it a like/review/bookmark/reblog/all of the above wherever you read it.

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