Mutant Child: *becomes Ophan*

mutant child: *becomes ophan*

charles xavier:

holy shit?? anon thank you for your service. eupheme thank you for always DELIVERING :')

logan is such a slut for telepaths and i'm sooo weak for it omfg...

Your grip means nothing, then. Not more than an anchor, as your back begins to sag against the wall. But you’re no longer guiding. Now, you’re just taking.

no words for this omfg... HOT!!!

Taking the open-mouth kiss against your thigh. The sharp sting as his teeth skate across your skin. Tongue lapping at your clit, tracing out things he can’t yet say

i love him this is SO sweet... why is my type emotionally unavailable disaster men!!! :')

okay yk the scene in deadpool & wolverine where wade asks "what's the wind resistance on those blowjob handles?" SOO HEAR ME OUT ON THIS logan eating out reader with his cowl on and her using the so called "blowjob handles" (i need him so bad it's not even funny)

ooh omg YES, I’ve been wanting to write something with Logan in his suit, and this is so perfect! 💖 thank you so much for sending over this idea - they really do look so grab-able!

logan howlett x mutant!f!reader | oral & piv | 600 words

The leather of his cowl bites into your thighs, cool against your heated skin.

Could’ve taken the time to remove it, but that would’ve been another minute between him and what he really wants.

To devour you.

You don’t even make it inside. The thrum of adrenaline still echos in your veins - something hushed, in the dark corridor outside your room. Mouths that met as he felt your pulse kick beneath the press of his thumb, hand fitting around your throat.

Swallowing the whine of need, when it slipped from you. Teasing you with a promise, as his tongue licked against yours.

The zipper of your suit yanked down, as he sank to his knees. Grime and smears of long-healed red still streaked across yellow and blue - a thigh hooked over a broad shoulder.

There’s the firm press of his nose against your mound, shielded in leather. His eyes beneath the mask matching the blown-wide white, as he inhales you - barely swallowing the stifled moan.

Finger hook beneath the gusset of your underwear. His tongue already pressing to the fabric, even before he’s fully bared you.

Needing this - needing you, as your fingers scrabble against the suit for purchase. An urge to ground yourself, before you’re pulled under.

There’s a grunt, as you find the ears of his cowl, grasping on. The sharp tug as you guide him to where you throb - the words lost between your mind and your mouth.

Slipping out of your thoughts instead, as they often did for him - projected emotion buzzing against his skin, shooting straight to where his cock already strains against the tight suit.

He’s learned to read them. The shaky throb of desire hitting him just before he could smell the sweet tang of your cunt.

Already panting, from how he’s kissed you. How he looked at you, on the trip back - something sparking then, before words were ever exchanged. Simmering beneath your skin.

Broad hands trace up your thighs - palming your ass, if only to further tilt you against his mouth. Letting him lick you from hole to clit, tasting every inch of you.

Unable to get enough. Content to lose himself in the warm clutch of your cunt. How you tighten around the curl of his tongue, when his head angles.

Your grip means nothing, then. Not more than an anchor, as your back begins to sag against the wall. But you’re no longer guiding.

Now, you’re just taking.

Taking the open-mouth kiss against your thigh. The sharp sting as his teeth skate across your skin. Tongue lapping at your clit, tracing out things he can’t yet say.

Intent on feeling your pulse around him. Intent on tasting how your arousal drips against his tongue, as you tremble against him.

The feeling of his name in your thoughts, as your teeth bite down to muffle your cry - this sweet hum that he can never get enough of.

Logan won’t stop, not until your legs give out completely.

And only then, will there be the rough fumble to free himself. A gritted-out moan when he can finally fit his fist around his flushed cock. Hitching your thighs around his waist, inching himself inside where you’re soaked through and dripping.

A low growl at the bliss, head tipped back as you clench down around him. Finally hilting himself, as you taste yourself on his tongue.

Giving you a moment to inhale a breath, before he starts to pound into you.

It’s worth the wait. Never had much patience.

Except for this.

thank you so much for sending this! 💖

march and balor <3

so i saw dp&w for a fifth time today and you wanna know something that cracks me up every time? when wade says "put your tits away you preening slut", logan just. doesn't push back against that sentence at all. like he just puts the fucking robe on. he's like "huh. guess i do need to put my tits away..." it kills me every single time

oh no, where’d my pants go!

creds: grvfted.mp4