Elflutter - Logan's Girl

Finished the portraits for Merrill, Fenris and Anders! Moving on with the rest 👀

Kinktober Day Six: 70's! Logan - Cock Worship

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You’re his servant, and his lap is the throne you worship. Knelt down, sat between his legs, hands spread across the hard plane of his thighs—your tongue lapping at his heavy balls as your eyes meet his. 

He can only look at you and smile, running his fingers through your hair—pretty little thing like you, trained so well. “Enjoying yourself down there?”

You hum in approval, sloppily kissing at his cock as you see fit, mesmerized at how it throbs on beat against your lips. The taste of skin leaves you wanting more, the salt of it coating your tastebuds with each lick, eyes rolling back. 

Yet, all good things must come to an end. Those same fingers that stroked your hair now hold you steady, pulling away the object of your attention as you whine no no no dejectedly.

“Logan, lemme play with it some more…”you huff, tongue sticking out to try and chase his cock but his grip is firm, unwavering.

“A lesson in patience baby,” he says as he waves his cock in your face, the tip of it slapping your nose. “Can’t have you getting greedy now can I?”

You want to beg him but you know better; when Logan gives you an order he means it. This means you’re forced to sit still while he drags his cock against your waiting lips, never letting it slip any further. 

You groan in frustration, but it only makes him harder. “If I let you have your way, you’d be warming my dick for the rest of your life, ain’t that right pretty girl?”

You nod frantically, practically drooling at the thought. “Yes, can I? Promise I’ll make you feel good, promise—“

“I know you will, but you’ve gotta give me a second here,” his head falls back, chest heaving with each word. “Nearly made me come before I got to fuck that mouth of yours, don’t think I’m stupid.”

You whine at having been found out, thighs pressed together. “Just wanted to taste it, don’t be mad…”

“Could never be angry at you,” he coos, and then offers you his fingers as a replacement, playing with your tongue as he continues. “Can’t be mad at a slut for doin’ what’s in her nature.”

You moan around his digits, sucking at them like you would if he let you on his cock. “Please, Logan, lemme suck your cock.”

You swear you could cum like this, with nothing but his fingers and his words rattling around in your empty cock-drunk head, but thankfully he takes pity on you.

“Ask nicely baby,” he laughs, tracing the pink tip onto your lips, smearing his pre-cum on them, your own personal lip gloss. “Say you wanna choke on daddy’s cock.”

Your lips are pushed against the base of his cock, words muffled. “Wanna choke on daddy’s cock, please.”

He releases his grip on your hair, an evil smile on his face when you happily swallow his cock the moment you’re free. “Good girl.”

“Not going anywhere, you limpet,” Wade hums, as Logan’s arm tightens around him, “Just trying to cool down. You’re a goddamn furnace, you know that? Feels like I’m about to throw my cock ring into the fires of mount doom.”

After everything they’d been through, he’s not sure when things changed. When that urge to shield away became leaning into Wade’s touch. Then, to seeking it out - until Logan’s realizing he’s not able to sleep alone, anymore. Even if their bed is a complete piece of shit.

logan promptober -> deadpool

ARE YOU KIDDING MEEEEEE this is so up my street it's practically knocking on my front door! (yes, wade stole that hideous shirt from al)

she IS stopping the world

Kinktober #11

11. Face Sitting // Lingerie // Overstimulation

“Baby, I promise that so long as I have a face, you’ll always have a place to sit.”

Wade said these words to you right at the beginning of your relationship where you were trying to find the line between old friends and new lovers; when you’d giggle and see his cheeks redden if your fingers brushed together when you were walking side-by-side; when you’d spend long stretches of time just looking at each other and grinning knowing you could kiss whenever you wanted.

Yeah. He’d said these words when you were too many drinks deep at your local bar, dizzy in one of the corner booths, deadpan serious and holding your hand in his. You’d collapsed into a fit of laughter and given him a blowjob in the bathrooms ten minutes later. 

And to this day? He’s kept that promise.

It’s a quiet mid-afternoon. You throw yourself over his lap, pouting and needy. He peers at you from over his PlayStation controller.

“You okay, pookie-pie?”

You wriggle and huff.

“Wade, can you…”

“Yes,” he says immediately, not even needing you to finish the goddamn sentence. He speaks the next words into the mic on his headset: “I’ll be right back, Dopinder. My pookie’s asked me to go and dine at the Y.”

He throws the - far too expensive to be doing that - controller across the coffee table and hauls you over his shoulder, making you yelp and laugh as he bundles you into the bedroom like a goddamn football player. He lays down on the bed and watches in rapture as you step out of your jeans and underwear. 

“You want me to staple the wig on? I know you enjoy having something to grab onto…”

You consider this for a moment before shaking your head. 

“Nah, you’re perfect just the way you are, Wade.”

“Look at me getting Bridget Jones’d over here…” he mutters to try and distract from the rising blush over his scarred skin. Luckily he’s able to be interrupted from the moment of softness when you plant your legs either side of his face and press your cunt onto him.

“Oh fuck that’s it…” he growls into you, hooking an arm around either one of your thighs and tugging you flush against him. His tongue presses against every inch of you it can find, teasing your clit with the tip before sliding all the way down to your other hole. He always eats you messy and it’s incredible. 

“Fuck, Wade. You’re doing so good, baby.”

He loves when you use his face like a toy. Loves knowing how crazy he can drive you. You scratch your fingers along his bare scalp and he goddamn moans against you, rumble of his throat sending vibrations all through your sensitive skin. 

His nose bumps your clit as he presses his tongue inside you and you know you’re reaching your climax. You clamp your thighs down either side of his head with such force that his eyes go wide and his hips ricochet upwards, so wildly taken with you that you’re certain he’s come just from this. You finish all over his face, orgasming on his tongue and letting him drink his way through it.

You flop down onto the bed groaning though heavy breaths. He’s immediately in your space, kissing you so that you can taste yourself on his lips. You sigh and wrap your arms around his neck.

“Thanks for interrupting your game,” you sigh. He grins.

“Literally any time you want.”