Sorry For How I Acted When There Were Multiple Noises Happening At The Same Time

sorry for how I acted when there were multiple noises happening at the same time

I don’t think people with tits should have to wear a bra at all to be considered decent in public. I think we should go back to bra burning. There is no such thing as a comfortable bra no matter how well it fits. And it’s bullshit that they exist as an undergarment at all. And it’s misogynist to have the expectation that titties have to be up high and restrained and not just free under your shirt. This is not a shitpost. I think bras are ontologically evil.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY HUGGGH 🙇🏽‍♀️🙇🏽‍♀️🙇🏽‍♀️

I am unwell… 🤤

“And tell you what, honey? That he’s wrong? That I wouldn’t bend you over this table and fuck you so hard it’d break the wood?”

i have no words i just hope you know what you do to me, avo 😵‍💫

“Yes! Come on, Marvel Daddy! Make this worth the Explicit tag in the header…”

LMAO you do wade's fourth wall breaks so well, i'm trying to learn from your mastery for when i write him i'm scared to write him, i'm afraid i won't do his snarky little ass justice

His breath is warm against the shell of your ear. "Take turns on you. Or maybe both of us, one either side, everyone watching. I bet you’d like that,” he says with a devilish smirk.

i'm unwell 🤠 nothing gets me like breath on the ear. holy fuck. 😵‍💫

Kinktober #12

12. Sex Toys // Dirty Talk // Breath Play

By all accounts it should be a lovely evening. That restaurant you’ve been on the waiting list for for months finally ticked around, all of you dressed up nice. It’s fancy enough that when Logan does get recognised people leave him alone (this makes Wade pout in envy and you have to remind him that he, well, wears a mask). The three of you are tucked away in a booth away from wandering eyes, lit only in the chiaroscuro of a flickering candelabra.

Comforted by candlelight and the rich smell of cooking food, It is the perfect place for Wade to test you.

“Someone’s looking pretty fuckable in those dress pants,” Wade says, his hand resting on your knee, mouth at your ear. Two gestures which could be entirely genuine… but you know better. His tongue swipes at your lobe and his fingers threaten to trace higher, up your inner thigh, to somewhere far more illicit. He wants to be a menace and it’s fucking working.

“Wade…” you warn, and though your voice is firm there’s no real sincerity behind it. Yeah, you’d let him finger fuck you at a five-star restaurant. What of it?

“What, baby? I’m just pointing out there’s all this gourmet stuff on the menu but you’re the only thing here I wanna eat.”

You swat at him with said menu, earning a raised eyebrow from the maître d’. You pretend there was a fly and shoot him an apologetic look.

“I know how hot we get you. You’re probably dripping, right? Ready for us? You wanna be fucked in public by your boys, pookie?”

That goes directly between your legs. You have to adjust yourself against the leather seating.

“I…” there’s no fight left in your voice. Instead you look over to Logan beseechingly. If he tells Wade to stop maybe it’ll work.

Logan looks up from the menu slowly, and if you didn’t know him so well, you’d miss the playful spark which glints in his eyes.

“And tell you what, honey? That he’s wrong? That I wouldn’t bend you over this table and fuck you so hard it’d break the wood?”

Wade gasps to your left and you groan. Oh, no. Not him too…

“Yes! Come on, Marvel Daddy! Make this worth the Explicit tag in the header…”

Logan doesn’t acknowledge that but does close in to your other side. His breath is warm against the shell of your ear.

“Take turns on you. Or maybe both of us, one either side, everyone watching. I bet you’d like that,” he says with a devilish smirk.

“You kidding? I can see inside this head-” Wade gently taps your temple “-and thoughts are racing, baby. Tell us who’s in your pussy and who’s using your mouth. C’mon, maybe we could make it happen for real…”

Your face is turning so hot you’re gonna explode. Logan’s hand joins Wade as a partner on your other knee. 

“Boys…” you try to sound no-nonsense but it just coming out pathetic and needy. They give you twinned smiles. A pair of predators closing in.

In an act of god a waiter comes over to take drinks orders at that moment and they’re forced to retreat. You steel yourself. There’s no way you’re getting through tonight in one piece…

The big 3