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robo-writing · 5 days

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How different Logan’s would eat you out <3

X1, X2, and X3

✦A mix between ravenous and romantic. He wants you to know just how much you’re loved, and he expresses that by how long he can eat your pussy without stopping. savoring each and every movement from you, he actually enjoys when you lose control and tighten your legs around his head, moaning something along the lines of you’ll be the death of me as he laps at your cunt.

Your thighs quake around his head, hands in his hair as you look down at him. He’s having the time of his life, licking at your pussy like it’s the last thing he’ll do in this life, pulling you down and forcing you to sit right on his face.

“Don’t need air, stay,” he mumbles, eyes looking up at you. “Just stay here for me sweetheart.”

You want to protest but goddamn does he make it hard for you, especially when his hands grip the fat of your ass and grind you onto his lips. Higher and higher, you feel your orgasm taking hold with each movement.

“Logan, gonna come,” you whine, and he pushes you as far down as you can go.

“Come on my face doll,” he groans, tonguing at your shaking entrance. “Get my face nice and wet, yeah?”

Origins Wolverine

✦Lovey dovey sickeningly sweet romantic sex; down for anything as long as you’re involved. Sit on his face? Gladly. Pull your legs over his shoulders? Just say when. The kind of lover whose heart skips a beat every time he sees you naked like it's the first time, despite the fact that you're married with a house. Speaks to your pussy as if it’s separate from you.

“How’s my girl doing? Doing alright?”

Your answer is a moan, your pussy clenching around nothing. Logan smiles at your response, thumb stroking up to press against your sensitive clit.

“Yeah, doing just fine ain’t you?” He breathes, kissing the hardened nub before returning to suck on it, your legs shaking in response. “And my other girl’s nice and ready ain’t she?”

“Baby,” you whine, desperate to cum. He’s edged you for as long as possible and you’re almost certain if you wait any longer you’ll actually die. Thankfully Logan grants you mercy, tightening his hold on your thighs as he focuses all his effort into making your pussy leak on his face.

“Come for me sweetheart,” he groans, and you do. Fingers digging into the sheets, you feel your orgasm take hold as Logan wrings every ounce of pleasure he can, kissing at your thighs when your overstimulated pussy can’t take any more.

You barely catch your breath before he speaks to your cunt, admiring how your come trails down your thighs.

“There she is,” he chuckles, index finger slowly collecting the remains of your juices, admiring how they glisten in the low light of your bedroom. “Nice and satisfied, ain’t she?”

DOFP Logan

✦Second biggest munch. Running from danger constantly doesn’t make a lot of time for sex so whenever he finds the rare opportunity to do so best believe he’s jumping at it. Likes to joke that he’s started to go grey because he can’t fuck you as often as he likes. Truly eats you out like he needs your pussy more than he needs air.

“Need to be quiet baby,” he growls, pinning your thrashing hips against the wall. “You’re going to get us caught.”

It’s one of the rare days when you’ve found a safe house, even rarer that it’s just you and Logan alone for once. One look at his face and you already knew what was running through that adamantium skull of his, dragging you away to the nearest closet where you’ve been for god knows how long—the concept of time always seems to leave you wherever Logan’s talented mouth is involved.

You’re biting at your hand to muffle your moans but it’s still not enough, free hand tangled in his graying strands as an anchor. You can see his eyes roll back at the feeling, sloppily kissing up your pussy.

“God I wanna hear you,” he moans. “I’d give anything to fuckin’ hear you baby, but you’ve gotta behave for me. Don’t want anyone else seein’ this.”

The scene is something straight out of a porno—your legs hooked over his shoulders as he eats your cunt feverishly, the filthy sounds he makes with each movement, your hips desperately chasing his mouth—you wish this could never end.

70s Logan

✦By far the most selfish, he eats you out for his pleasure alone. He doesn’t give a damn if you’re crawling away, he will pull you back and lock his lips around your clit until you’re damn near thrashing in his arms, grinding against the mattress because that's just how hard he is. He won’t apologize for making you pass out, nor will he stay the night, but if he likes you enough you might find a card on your nightstand with his number hastily scribbled onto it.

When you decided to bring tall, dark, and grumpy home you didn’t expect it to end with tears running down your face, practically begging for a reprieve that won’t come. His hands lock together, forcing you still as he eats you out, not giving a damn about how pathetic you sound.

“Quit fuckin’ squirming,” he grunts, nosing at your pussy. “Lemme enjoy this.”

The man is talented, that’s a fact. Knows just how to push your buttons in all the right ways, but the problem is that he’s pushed your buttons nearly three times already and you’re almost certain his beard is going to give you the worst rash you’ve ever had.

But damn it if he isn’t responsible for some of the best orgasms you’ve ever had.

“Logan, fuck—lemme take a break,” you’re begging at this point, slapping at his shoulders when he doesn’t let up. Your breath catches in your chest when he smacks your thigh roughly in response, smiling against your pussy when he feels you clench in response.

“Don’t tell me you’re not enjoying yourself,” he mocks, showing just how true his words ring when his fingers rub circles against your clit.

You swear you can feel any coherent thoughts leak out of your ears, focused solely on coming. It’s embarrassing how well he plays your body like a fine tuned instrument, but you can’t bring yourself to care when you’re squirting a mess onto your mattress.

“There we go, ain’t that a sight?” He laughs, pulling you closer towards his face. “Now, be a good little slut and behave while I enjoy my meal, okay?”

Old Man Logan

✦#1 munch and it’s not even close. When his job leaves him tired and his body is sore he finds comfort between your legs, it’s the only time he can turn his brain off and drown himself in you. He’s so fucking starved that he’ll genuinely get lost in his own headspace and ignore your thrashing and whining just to wring another orgasm from your tired body. Kisses your labia and mutters how she's such a pretty pussy as you're trying to catch your breath.

Logan didn't even bother to shed his clothes, making a beeline directly to you the moment he stepped inside your shared home. Dirt still settled on his skin, his head nestled into the crook of your neck as your bodies sway within the closed off kitchen. "Missed me, huh?" you ask, his sigh answer plenty. "Always miss you princess," he whispers, pulling you closer. He lifts you up with warning, sitting you down on the countertop, kneeling between your dangling legs. His beard tickles your bare skin, pulling you close enough to place a kiss onto your pussy, right over the fabric of your panties. "Fuck," you sigh. "You really missed me." His smile is infectious, nuzzling against your fabric-covered core. He kisses you through it for a while before peeling off the moistened garment, thumbs reaching to stroke your pussy. The sight makes your skin hot, hands tangled in his hair. "Been waiting all fuckin' day for this," he moans, spreading you apart and indulging in your juices. "Can tell you were waiting for me too." You feel your body melt with every touch, Logan's hands an anchor as he makes out with your heat, nose bumping against your clit with each movement.

Worst Logan

✦Still trying to wrap his head around you wanting to be with him, but goddamn if he isn’t grateful. Reverent, like a sinner at an alter. Your word is law, likes it when you pull him by the hair and show him where you need it, loves it when you tell him how good he’s doing, presses himself further into your pussy when you’re ready to come. It's all about you and he wouldn't have it any other way.

You lovingly stroke his hair, back arching when he kisses your clit oh so gently.

“Lemme take a look at you,” you ask, and the sight of him is enough to make you come.

Face red, blushing so hard it reaches his chest, eyes so glazed over with lust his pupils leave nothing but small rings of green in his eyes. You cradle his face and the weight of his head falls into them immediately, chasing your touch.

“Gonna make me feel good, aren’t you?” You ask, and he nods his head, kissing your palm.

“Lemme taste you baby,” he whispers. “Swear to god I’ll make you feel good.”

“Never doubted you for a second Logan,” you whisper back, tugging his head back to your soaked cunt. He breathes in your scent, fucking groans at the sight of your pussy before he descends on it, noisily showing you just how much he meant his words.

“Fuckin’ delicious baby, so fuckin’ wet,” he moans. “Can’t get enough of you.”

He only gets louder when you pull him forward by the hair, rough hands leaving a mark where his fingers grip your skin.

#robo writes #logan howlett #james logan howlett #logan howlett x reader #logan howlett smut #wolverine #wolverine x reader #wolverine smut #me personally I need origins and DOFP like a fish needs water #also didnt add the wolverine logan because it happens during x1/x2/x3 but all ima say is that man fucks you like hes got something to prove

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the-stove-is-on-fire · 2 years

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Reality Trip Zine Cover!

The entire AU Zine is available for free >>Here!<< Ao3 Link to all the fics >>Here!<<

Can you identify all the AUs?👀 Answers in image description! I am very honoured to have been chosen for the cover position. The @dpauzine Reality Trip team was awesome to work with and I loved seeing everyone’s work!

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The cover is a two page spread set in Clockwork’s lair, the Long Now. The colour palette is predominantly navy blue, teal, and green with limited yellow accents. The Long Now has a cobblestone floor with the stones radiating out from a central dais on the right side of the page that supports Clockwork’s main viewing portal. In the bottom left corner, half of a large gear protrudes through the floor. A swarm of semi-transparent, light green blob ghosts traverse in a gentle curve across the bottom of the left page. On the right page they are hidden behind clockwork but a few can be seen near the dais’ base.

In front of the viewing portal, Clockwork is reclined in an old-fashioned armchair with his back to the audience, his spectral tail lazily draped across the floor. Holding a TV remote in his outstretched right hand, he looks over his shoulder with a serene, or perhaps even mischievous, grin. His main viewing portal displays the zine title, “Reality Trip”. “A Danny Phantom Zine” appears on the back of his armchair.

Visible beyond Clockwork, and behind his viewer, is a wall of dark gears that vary in size. Behind the gears, small patches of green are visible evoking the ghost zone beyond. The gears take up a majority of the two page spread, arranged roughly in three rows. They are framed by dark blue, crumbling stone columns at the far left edge, slightly left of center, and the far right. The center of each gear displays a different Danny Phantom AU. The AU’s are as follows:

Top row, left to right:

Portal Danny. A stream of ghosts pour out of Danny's chest and mouth. His head is thrown back with solid green eyes. Blue Danny/Phantom starts to look like Dan. Facing right, the top half of Danny’s face is obscured by white, flaming hair. His skin is “blue”, (it is technically teal), he has pointed ears and fangs. Astronaut AU. An astronaut suit posing in front of an American Flag. Mermaid/merman AU. A dark, scaly mer tail twisted over itself with a light fin at the end. Inverse Trio. Tucker is the halfa, Danny is the goth, and Sam is the nerd. The trio is huddled together throwing up peace signs posing for a photo.

Middle row, left to right:

Lab Rat/Dissection Bad End AU. Angst Central. An upward view of Maddie and Jack with tools in hand, seen from the perspective of someone on their dissection table. Wings AU. That phenomenon of people putting wings on characters represented by a disembodied pair of black and white wings floating in a lime green void. Full Ghost. Danny died all the way in the portal accident. His transparent ghost tail is half phased into a patch of freshly dug dirt in front of a headstone, implied to belong to Daniel Fenton. A lone bouquet is laid on his grave. Ghost King. Danny in full royal regalia with the crown of fire hovering over his head and the ring of rage on his hand. The ghost zone and a few floating door behind him. He looks to the side warily mid-action. Hazmat AU. Danny died wearing a big, chunky, OSHA approved, real hazmat suit. He is only visible from chest up with his eyes glowing inside the hood.

Bottom row, left to right:

Ghost Hunger. Two blob ghosts peek out of a BLT sandwich (Blob, Lettuce, Tomato). Corpse AU. Sam, Tucker, and Danny huddled together over a freshly dug pile of dirt in the woods. Danny has a shovel and Sam has a messily rolled up tarp. Clockwork's Apprentice/CW Danny. Danny, facing left, wearing Clockwork’s cloak with the hood up, holding a staff similar to Clockwork’s with a stopwatch at the end. This gear is positioned directly behind, and partially obscured by, Clockwork’s head. Cowboy/Western AU. A blob ghost in a tiny cowboy hat sits on Danny's white cowboy boots. A green lasso rope partially visible at the top right.

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#Danny Phantom #dp #dp au zine #dpauzine22 #Described Images #long post #described #stove on fire #40510 #image id eats my spoons so im late posting this but IT WILL BE DONE #au's chosen based on my ability to clearly convey them in a 1''x1'' circle

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