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Wonderful idea. Mind if I get ✨️✨️inspiration ✨️✨️ from this post for a Johnny fic?

The whole “boyfriend taps your window late at night and comes into your room after patrolling” trope is so back!!!

I used to eat that up with Peter Parker back then, and now we have Clark Kent and Johnny Storm who can just fly to your balcony/fire exit and be like ‘hey :)’ and omg I’m just giggling and kicking my feet!!

Life is worth living 🫶🏼

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Just a little something... (18+, Minors Do Not Interact)

Those who know me know I am legally married to Steven Grant (jk, I am just a delulu) and therefore, let me offer you this little snippet of how I imagine Steven's first time.

Summary: Steven's first time.

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The lights are dimmed low tonight. The silence inside the flat only broken with the sound of breathless moans and quiet whispers. A shirt is hanging off the back of the couch, the sheets are tangled and for the first time someone else in lying beside Steven in this bed.

He is acutely aware of how inexperienced he is, even more so with a woman like her. Every part of her has been crafted with the utmost care and he can’t help thinking that her body is the proof that there is something bigger, something better up there, a power that can only create perfection. His fingers get tangled inside her thick mane of curls and he breathes out that smell of hers, hoping it will linger on the bed sheets by tomorrow, that he’ll find some of her hair on the pillow… Otherwise, he would be tempted to think this was all a dream…

Her hand has guided him over the soft hills of her body, has brought him to unknown destinations that his mind refuses to name or else he would be even more of a flustered mess. He can barely comprehend what he felt… Down there, between her thighs, it was so soft and warm...and wet. How could she, out of all people, feel some desire for someone like him? It does look like a dream.

It’s only when he is inside her that he understand just how real this all is… He has to imitate her breathing patter, to calm down...or else he might not last long. Her lips linger on his neck, nip at his jawline, whisper words of love and desire over his aching, virgin skin.

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It was a bit awkward to write but I want to write more about this character. Also, I would really like to share my OCs with ya'll.

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The honeymoon (a Logan Howlett 18+ fanfiction)

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Disclaimer: I have not written anything in a long time so I am slowly getting back on tracks. Also, I don't know why but every time I want to write anything smutty about Logan, I end up adding angst in it.

Tags: F/M, NSFW, MDNI, angst, mention of death, fluff, smut, married couple, mature woman, oral sex (F receiving), fingering

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Logan lied back against the tree and took in the peaceful scenery exposed by the morning light. It was still early but the heat outside the woods was burning. The canopy of dark green leaves above them was a welcome screen. He let his gaze roam across the place, from the high branches to the moss-covered rocks and the reflection of leaves across the pond. Eventually it stopped on a much more pleasant sight, one he was already used to but would never get bored of.

She was undressing by the pond, the fabric of her clothes stripping away like leaves of a tree in September. Her spine tented the skin of her back, sweat droplets beading along the line. His eyes lingered on the loose skin of her sides, on the blemishes that adorned her bronze complexion and he swallowed with difficulty when her shorts hung low on her ankles. Her thighs looked soft like a cloud and the small dimples on them looked like dozens of smiles. He had already experienced the softness of her form many times before and it never ceased to amaze him. How could someone be so soft and pliant…

She didn’t have to fight and train every day, she didn’t have scales or claws or fur to make her stronger… She could let her body age, change its shape, mold itself into something new.

Just like she did with her hair. It was so long when unbound that it nearly reached her rear. Streaks of silver gray made the dark strands look like the feathers of a magpie. Her tresses were still as thick and heavy as when she was younger but he knew it was only a matter of time before it would thin out. He had noticed a year ago the way the marks around her eyes had deepened. Little crow’s feet she didn’t bother to hide. No matter how beautiful he found her at the moment -he still remembered how she had looked that very moment, lying down their bed with her eyelids still heavy with sleep-, that was the moment he had realized time was running out differently for them. At almost 200 years old, he barely felt the passing of time and could go to sleep every night without feeling a single ache in his body. Unlike her. For he was a mutant and she was a human.

Why hadn’t he met her sooner? That was a question that kept him awake at night. He would have had so much more time with her. He had met so many people in his life but of course, he’s had to wait almost two centuries before her… even if she was one of the most interesting people by far.

Logan had seen many of his friends die over the decades, he has known loneliness and every time he thought he had seen it all and would not feel anything when that time comes, life had proved him wrong. He was already fearing the day she would leave him alone…

Until a year ago, he had chosen to act dumb, to ignore that fact. Whenever she would joke about her age -how she was already half a century old – he would pretend he didn’t hear her. But everything kept reminding him of the time ticking. The crow’s feet. The candles on her birthday cake. And the accident of course.

If Logan had fallen down a ladder, it would have meant nothing. It would have been just a joke. But it was not a joke for her. She was so fragile as a human, it scared him. The day she fell off the ladder and he had brought her to the hospital, he had made the promise to keep her safe and watch over her, to make sure these remaining years would be spent together.

And of course, he had proposed. What better way to bind them for the remaining time? He was always wearing his wedding band around his neck, on a silver chain she had bought him. Finally he had left in the past his dog tag, traded them for something far more precious.

Her voice called him out, bringing him back to the moment. What a moron he was to rather spend the time ruminating alone over skinny dipping with his beautiful wife? He dropped his flannel he always wore and joined her toward the pond. The water was cool as it lapped around his ankles, then slowly got higher, around his knees, his thighs and finally his waist.

Immediately, his protective instincts flared in. What if she caught a cold? What if she tripped over a small rock? Why didn’t he check on that water first?

Of course, she only laughed to his worries, making the lines around her eyes deepen. She looked like an angel when smiling.

She splashed some water at him in both a taunting and reassuring gesture. She would be fine. She would survive to a small dive inside a pond. Of course, she would. He knew it...but could she really blame him for worrying? For caring?

He retaliated with an other splash of water, hitting her right in the chest. She covered herself with her arms, hiding the way her nipples pointed under the cool droplets but he could still catch a glimpse of the stretch marks that roamed her skin.

They stayed in the water for what felt like hours. It had been her idea to elope immediately after the wedding into a more secretive place. She had always been fond of nature and it was no surprise she had chosen of the forests of his native country for them to spend their honeymoon at.

When they eventually grew tired of throwing water at each other, they rested over flat rocks slight above the water. She watched in awe the movements of small tadpoles under the water and of course, he was watching her. How she was still amazed by everything around her, especially in this bucolic surrounding. He had seen everything life had to offer, or so he thought until he had met her. He watched how her eyes followed along the ballet of fish and other small creatures others would have found insignificant. How her brows rose and tightened in surprise and admiration. How her lips drew into a slight smile, how he would catch a glimpse of her crooked teeth with every laugh.

His hand tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear and he felt amazed by how soft her skin was under his fingertips. Alone, in the middle of the woods, with the curious gaze of birds as lone spectators, he didn’t try to resist that pull toward her and buried his face into her hair. She smelled like home, like cinnamon and with a hint of his own scent. He knew she liked to steal from his cologne from time to time to have a bit of him every time she went out but he pretend to not know.

From simply smelling her hair, his body went quickly further. One of his arms slid around her waist, his fingers still shy of touching her properly while his lips pressed kisses along the back of her ears. They were soft and thin, slightly fuzzy like the back of her neck, reminding him of a little apricot.

When he felt her scooting closer until the creamy back of her thighs and supple rear pressed against his crotch, he had to refrain himself. Not here. The cold and smooth surface of the rock under them was not doing anything to them, but he didn’t want to hurt her by any means or way.

I’m not as breakable as you think I am.

He knew it but that didn’t mean he could do as he pleased with her. He was already afraid of the damage his claws could do on her, he knew he had to be careful. His lips pressed a kiss against the swell of her shoulder and he let his lips linger there as if to control himself.

I don’t want to wait until we’re back at the cabin.

Me neither.

He noticed the blanket lying by the side of the pond with all their belongings piled up there and carried her over there. With the utmost precaution, he lied her body down and sat by her side, taking in the sight of her skin bare and how the filtered light played on it. His fingers played over the small fuzz above her waistline, over the tender skin of her stomach…

Are you sure?

She took his hand and led it lower until his palm cupped her mound. A small whimper broke through his lips, just like every time he felt her excitement. Her back arched slightly as she humped his hand. Her lashes fluttered slightly and she whined slightly when his middle finger slipped between her labia.

God, he was glad he married a freak like him.

He couldn’t tell if it was the feeling of doing it outside or just the fact of doing it that turned her on, but the fact was here. She was as wet as he was hard. His finger easily slipped between her lips and made a wet sound. He couldn’t help but bring said finger to his lips and taste her.

She quickly sat up and parted her lips too. When she was suckling on his finger, he couldn’t help but tease her, whispering crude words to her to the point of her playfully swatting his hand away, making him laugh. He couldn’t resist the way she tried to look all serious and stern after he made a stupid joke. Because it usually meant she would try and take the lead...and he loved seeing her taking the lead. Like when she would ride him or lock her thighs around his head…

That was his favorite position by far and he soon found himself kneeling in front of her, parting her legs away to revel in the plushness of her thighs and warmth of her sweet cunt. Eventually they fell back into that familiar position with her legs wrapped around his head and his hands cupping her buttocks. She was warm in a way that made him want to never leave. Never leaving that place, that sensation, her…

He was relentless that day, tending to her every needs and more until she was a moaning mess, practically begging him to release her, to let her catch her breath. The blanket under her clung to her sweat-slicked skin and while she caught her breath, he couldn’t help but lick the perspiration off her.

She only made him stop when he would start biting off her skin. His nipping was not too harsh but she already felt overly sensitive. So, when he started nipping at her hipbone, she ran a hand through his hair, gently tugging on the small strands so he would look up. And what he saw made him catch his breath.

Flushed and spent, she was smiling at him as if there was only him for her, the same way there was only her for him.

He scooted closer to her and lied by her side, his arms wrapping around her waist and pulling her closer. Above them, the wind blew through the leaves like a soft song, lulling them to sleep. He knew they should go and clean up in the water but for now, he just wanted to relish in the moment, the peacefulness for every bit of time they spent together was too precious.

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Thanks for reading!

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So, there is this trend on Twitter and I wanted to take part... It's very mid and flat. I'm still learning how to use Procreate so it looks very awkward ^^'

Here is the picture used for reference and the result.

Feel cute, might delete it later.

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mmm... steven...

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HOW ARE WE FEELING TODAY?!?!

That movie is about to invent cinema. Can't wait to be in 2027. I know the fics will have me sobbing (they will ahvw to sedate me as soon as Miguel comes on screen)

A big thank you to the whole tram working on it !! 🙏

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He is a nerd and a loser...and I want him

I never stood a chance, man...

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Happy Birthday to THEM.

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I literally made the same comment while watching the show with a friend 😭

He probably just rolled with it like...if I woke up and looked magically hot and buff, I wouldn't question it either.

Am I the only one wondering if Steven ever noticed the trained state of his body? I mean he had no idea Marc and Jake exist and they perhaps did most of their workout.

Imagine Steven looking at himself in the mirror, topless, thinking:

*flexes muscles* "Oh look at you, never thought carryin' plushies around would give me those." *admires himself*

Meanwhile Marc and Jake:

"Are we a joke to you?"

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I am genuinely so scared to write about some Comics characters because I would need a whole life to know their complete lore and write them perfectly in character 😭

first time writing fanfiction of a character : uughh i hope this is all canon accurate... it cant be canon innacurate at all or the enitire fandom will throw rocks at me...

10057th time writing the character: heres them working at a mcdonalds

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Currently fighting demons (drawing Moonknight like that )

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My 6th oscar issac painting now, this mirror scene just interested me so much. The hand and the expression. 😇 my work here is done

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5.00 AM (Logan Howlett/ Wolverine x Reader) SFW fanfic

Trigger Warnings: discussion of consent, insecurities and past traumas.

Tags: gender neutral reader, angst, check the trigger warnings, slow burn, SFW

Disclaimer: English is not my first language.

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“Hey...you know we don’t have to do it if you’re not comfortable with it, right?”

One of his hands slipped down the length of your back, not daring to pull you any closer just yet.

“What exactly makes you think I am not comfortable with this?”

It could certainly not be the messy sheets, nor the dim lights… In fact, everything seemed to indicate impending intimacy. Logan’s arm was wrapped loosely around your shoulder, keeping you close as you two laid in bed. He didn’t remember the last time he celebrated Valentine’s day… It must have been in another life for all that mattered. And as the years passed, he had congratulated himself on not falling prey to those vile marketing techniques made to push people in stores and fancy restaurants. Who needed all that? Not him. Definitely not.

But right now, in the early hours of morning where the sky is still a washed out blue and the clouds themselves are still too lazy to wake up, he was starting to question himself… Maybe this wasn’t all so bad after all? Especially if all the next Valentine’s days looked like this one. With you. Not that he would voice it out loud.

An empty bottle of wine sat on the nightstand, next to the withered roses and the empty box of chocolates The TV screen had gone blank and your hair was a bit undone after just lying around on the cotton sheets. With a flick of his finger, he pushed a strand back.

“Yeah, you’re right…” His finger trailed down the side of your face, down your jawline, your chine… His thumb brushed against your bottom lip. “I just...don’t want to mess this up…” He had seen how you were looking at him whenever you thought he couldn’t notice. It wasn’t necessarily bad to feel your gaze one him, to feel the quiet admiration your gaze placed on him… But he would be lying if he said he hadn’t forgotten what it felt like and how to properly respond to it. Anyone else would think he was a moron for not acting on this situation. But something held him back… When he thought about baring himself in front of someone else again…it felt wrong. It was like having a premonition something would happen. Something terrible.

And when he had felt your hand resting on his chest, your thigh close to his…it felt both like a dream and a torture. What if...this was too much? Too fast? What if he was not enough?

When your hand brushed against his, he pulled his away. Too quickly. Almost like a skittish animal. He wouldn’t blame you for not understanding, for being mad…

“Sorry…”, he whispered in a rough voice.

He was expecting you to leave or at least be puzzled by his reaction. Instead, you stayed still, your eyes locked on him in that same way that used to make him mad. Because snarls, he could understand. Screams, he could understand. Disdain, he knew it too much. But that stare, those eyes, it took him some time to understand. Now he knew that there was a question deep in the black of your eyes. What happened? It wasn’t just about the claws...and you both knew it, although those were already enough for him to be careful around you.

At first, he always reacted the same way he did whenever he didn’t understand something… ignoring it and being moody about it until that thing disappeared. But he could still feel your gaze on him. The silent questions every day, and piece by piece, layer by layer, he has answered them. There were still many of them that lingered between the two of you, many stories untold… but you had accepted he was like one of those board games a long time ago already. You could only go piece by piece, step by step…

“I don’t want to hurt you...like I have been hurt.” The word fell from his lips with more ease than he would have thought it was possible from someone like him. Maybe it was the darkness in the room or the alcohol in his system…

“I don’t want to hurt you either…”

He wanted to argue that sometimes people hurt each other exactly when they don’t want to. You could disappear. Be hurt...or worse. And that would still leave an other scar on his already beaten-up soul. But he couldn’t bring himself to say those words. You both knew it could happen. That ti would happen.

“Is it okay if I hold your hand?”

He didn’t even think about acting grumpy about it or even denying you… this would have been denying himself too. Because he did crave that contact. His hands had always been bigger than most people’s but somehow they fitted against you almost perfectly. Your slender fingers traced the calluses near his wrist, the lines of his palm and up, they followed the skin to his knuckles. He couldn’t help but be self-conscious all of a sudden. His weathered hands looked like those of some beast straight out of a tale, especially compared to yours. And yet, when you entwined yours fingers with is, he was surprised by the force you put into the movement.

“Your hands are warm…”

He could only nod, too dumbfounded, too distracted to even think of a clever response. Yeah, that’s because of my mutation. He had stopped giving people explanations a long time ago after all.

“Yours are cold.”, he replied gruffly and in the dark, he could see the faint curve of your lips into a smile, like the first rays of sunshine through the blinds.

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[thefangirlfever]

Hey...

This is going to be awkward...but hey, I am alive, I guess. I hope you have all been doing well in those few months and in this new year.

After months of absence, I couldn't wait to come back here and share more stories with all of you. I am slowly getting back to writing after some difficult months and I still don't know how often I will publish stuff. I know I have started a multi-chapter Miguel story and I am not forgetting it (don't worry, there will be more fluff, more smut and angst to come. Also, prepare for more stuff and different fandoms)

I know this is just a small account I made to share funny stories with all of you and I don't want to come off as someone who thinks too greatly of what she does here. But I really wanted to put this disclaimer because I am happy to be back.

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I am Osama Thaer, I love you and I am waiting for your support and publishing a link I want everyone to support me for a better future There is still hope I have great hopes for you I love you my friends