"no Boots On The Bed," You Tell Him, But It Ends Up With Simon In Full Gear, Pants Unbuckled, Watching

"no boots on the bed," you tell him, but it ends up with Simon in full gear, pants unbuckled, watching you bounce on him, desperate to make him move, touch you, do something to help as you chase your orgasm from his cock as he uses and smugly celebrates the leverage he gets from his military grade soles

Real.

⟢ EIGHTEEN PLUS INTERACTIONS ONLY. ellie who has an oral fixation, needing to suck your tits 'til she's overtaken by slumber. and a reader with very, very sensitive tits. she can't help but feel cosy and comforted when she's touching your body, using such grace to hold you. she's not shy, never has been, but she definitely gets embarrassed about this need of hers. winding down for the night, needing your body on her mouth in some kind of way, else she can't take her mind off the strenuous day she's had.

it starts when exhaustion looms over your head, you lie down and tug the covers over yourself and pull ellie under with you – if you don't, she'll never get any rest. there's perhaps a mere minute of quiet, where she gets herself comfortable situated behind you. and then, there's the featherlight touch of her lips against the back of your neck, a hand sliding up beneath your tank top. each kiss peppered down your bare shoulder is a silent form of begging, and she continues until you give in. doesn't take long these days.

your top is tugged up to your collarbone and ellie's lying on you now with a leg hooked right over your waist, a wordless insistence that you've gotta stay put. her hands grasp at your body gently, one splayed against your sternum as her lips purse around an engorged nipple. she's a hot mess, tongue absolutely fastidious, circling the hardened bud and flicking it back and forth. you're tracing wayward strands out of her face and caressing the back of her head as she swallows around your nipple hungrily.

a trail of drool cascades down the underside of your breast, and ellie's hand moves to the free and rather neglected mound beside her face. scrunching, squishing, kneading the skin. it's suddenly different tonight compared to usual, your breath short, muffled little moans eliciting from the fervent touching. and ellie switches between your tits every so often, sucking the soft skin raw and sore until your body grows spasmodic and fluttery, cumming untouched.

by the time it's over, you and ellie's minds are cleared of anything but mild shock, holding on tight with ellie's head against your chest until you both crash.

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“They gave me runway in this film. There’s one monologue in there. I can’t tell you the details of it. I say more words in that monologue than I said in an entire movie once as Wolverine. But there are sides of the character that I’ve been scratching at for 24 years […] There is stuff in this movie where I was like, ‘This is the thing I’ve been trying to get out’ and I feel so excited about it.”

— Hugh Jackman talking about Logan in Deadpool & Wolverine (x)