Wip Wednesday!

BE.MA.LOVARRRR

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How I regret not going when I had the money and chance to go.

he looks so good omg

LOOOOOOOOOOOOOORDDDDDDD🗣🗣🗣🗣

i can’t quit you baby.

Bombaklaat

Your necktar are his secret proteins…

I sign that!

avowing with the wolverine

l. howlett x reader

rating: R (18+)

warnings: degrading, name-calling, p in v, unprotected intercourse, arguing, profanity

word count: 1.1k

summary: logan gets fed up with you and teaches you a lesson

a/n: lwk this was rushed so if y'all want me to remake i will lol

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you've been so bratty with logan all day. on the mission, you're fucking around. at home, you're annoying him with your sing songy voice you do when you're needy for his attention. he gets fed up with it at lunch and yells at you in front of everyone.

"stop being a fucking pain in the neck! just because no other self respecting man wants to be with your run through ass doesn't mean you have to be on your fucking knees begging for my attention!" he yells along with other obscenities and name calling. it's like a string of hate laced on his tongue that he's been waiting to use on you for forever. you don't bat an eye before combatting back though.

"says the one who can't catch a pussy to save his fucking life. the only woman to ever love you did it for a fucking job. you're delusional to think that'd i'd be on my knees for YOU." you don't exactly hold back with your insults, blinded by annoyance and anger. you just wanted to talk to him and he's been a hard ass all day after being gone from the mansion for two whole weeks.

you guys continue back and forth for what seems like hours. everyone has left at the point, most gone during the first three minutes of you punching insults back and forth between each other. you're walking around the kitchen island pacing back and forth, sweating beads. you can see the veins popping on logan's neck, his knuckles turning white against the kitchen counter. he's fucking angry at you and you're kinda loving it. you don't like arguing but something about arguing with him makes it hypnotic.

"you're fucking ridiculous, you know that? a colossal waste of time." he huffs as he leaves the kitchen, mutants eavesdropping around the corner, and stomping up the stairs in the direction of his room.

"wha- hey! we're not done," you shout out, chasing behind him. "logan!" he's all the way up the stairs as you stumble behind him. you don't catch him til he's at the door of his room, grabbing him by his huge bicep.

he grabs you by the shoulders and gets in your face, breathing his hot breath into it. "you've been a damn brat all day. you don't get to start yelling and chasing at me for the whole mansion to see. it's pathetic," to your surprise, logan yanks you into his room. he pushes you on his bed, towering over you. "you like embarrassing me?" he asked.

you shake your head dumbly. "no," you're thighs involuntarily squeeze together, causing friction against your leather shorts. "jus' wanna talk to you." you frown. he notices the sound of the your leather rubbing together, looking down to where your thighs meet.

"you get off on this, bub?" you face turns hot out of embarrassment. yeah, you're getting turned on seeing logan grit his teeth at you while breathing heavily. over you of all people. all of the adrenaline and rush going straight from your brain to your cunt. you don't even answer him, afraid of what he might say. calling you a loser, pathetic, or worse. he drags his hand from your shoulder to your waist, pinching the exposed skin lightly. "you gonna answer me? what happened to talk?" he's condescending and mean. "get on your back," he orders.

you listen, for the first time today, and shuffle back on the bed to the headboard, lying down on your back. your tits bob on display for him as your back hits the mattress. "i think you like getting on my nerves," he says pulling down your shorts. under are your black lace panties, donning a wet spot in the middle of them. "y'like pissing me off," his middle finger traces around your clit. you whimper under him.

"you just have a short temper," you scoff. "a short fucking fuse." he pinches your clit between his pointed and middle knuckle. "ah- logan!" you grab his wrist.

"you're such a fucking bitch," you can see his erection in his pants, throbbing. he takes of his belt, letting it hit the ground. next to follow are his pants, leaving him in his boxers. "no wonder everybody else avoids you here,"

"like you're any different. is that why you leave so often? because nobody wants to talk to you? they're all scared of you anyhow-" he slams his lips into yours, teeth clashing. he's rough with you, pulling your underwear to the side, feeling your dripping cunt. his fingers sliding into you for a brief moment, curling against your perfect walls. you moan against his lips. you whine when he take his fingers out and moan louder when he replaces them with his thick cock. "shit," you mumble.

he feels so fucking big inside you, you can hardly stand it. he chimes in again when he hears how quiet you're being, besides the string of incoherent moans leaving your mouth. "you sound so much better taking my dick, rather than complaining all the fucking time. shit, you're such a pain sometimes," he groans. you're eyes are shut from the enthrall of the pleasure you're feeling. "look at me. don't be a bitch," he says. his thrusts in you are aggressive and relentless. your pussy is sucking him in, making it hard for him to not just stall in you for the night. he wants to teach you a lesson though. "you're gonna look at me while you cum. like the fucking slut you are." he doesn't falter, even for a second. he puts a hand over your mouth, trying to muffle the whines that come out of your mouth, and sticks on of his fingers into your mouth. you suck, your spit covering it down to the knuckle.

"holy fuck- logan please. fuck- please let me cum. mmngh- ," it all comes out as a strangled cry. tears running down your face.

his mouth latches onto your neck, sucking hard. you can barely hear him say, "let go," before you start coming around his dick. you cum hard. around him too. you can feel it in your whole body and he can probably feel it too the way you're spasming around him, pussy clenching and unclenching. "good fucking girl." he praises. you can't even hear him over the white noise in your head. he pulls out soon after, coming on your stomach. the cum pools into your belly button.

the fighting ceases just for tonight. in the morning you guys are right back to it. the whole thing.

I’m so glad that DC and Marvel both have “gay sex probably happened” comic book covers.

like to charge, reblog to cast <3

And my mom gets me too

I feel like I'm mourning the loss of my husband. I feel like a widow.

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Recommended with headphones….🎧

Goooood morning New York City! For the ones that wake up with the birds or feel the need to wake up late, Silver FM is the radio for you. It’s your lovely 6 o’ clock host, with the old music you know and love, like Tears for Fears!

“Everybody Wants To Rule The World” rolled in after that beautiful voice that Peter loves to tune in for every morning as he swings to The Daily Bugle. Silver FM, the one that you were the morning and noon host for, has collaborated with Bugle. And…ever since then, your presence never left Parker’s mind.

He sometimes wondered why was it called “Silver” radio. Maybe because of the old music it tuned in with? Like the 80s and 90s?

Who knows? He’ll know, if he finally speaks a word or two with you about it. It’ll create a subject, something, just to hear that voice speak to him. Seems like the radio station in his spider suit isn’t enough…..

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A/N: HII!! Finally I’m alive. This is a little blabber, a tease to what I’m about to (possibly) create in here. This is a Tom Holland’s Spider-Man headcanon where he isn’t in high school, but as a photographer for The Daily Bugle. It’ll be up to how the story will evolve if the events of the MCU will coincide with this hc. Deciding if it’ll be reader insert or original character too !

Can you please reblog if your blog is a safe place for lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender, asexual, aromantic, pansexual, non binary, demisexual or any other kind of queer or questioning people? Because mine is.