Tinycryingsnail - A Cute Sad Snail

LIKE THE FIRST TIME

it has been a long time since you and logan had sex. you should show him that despite everything he hated about himself, you still craved him.

logan x afab!reader (smut, angst) + no use of y/n. english isn't my first language (!). gif credit to @/asgardswinter

it was a shitty place where you were living with logan. it was always dirty, no matter how many times you cleaned it, it was noisy, because despite being in the middle of nowhere, the train tracks were very close to it, and it was the least home-like thing in the world. both of you were working your asses off to get out of there as soon as possible.

in your free time, you helped caliban with the housework and took care of old charles xavier while logan spent the whole day out, driving and having to deal with one of the things he hated most in the world, people.

he always came home late, tired, with his whole body aching. some nights you would fall asleep while waiting for him and even though logan asked you to do it, to not to wait up for him, most times you stayed up so just to make sure he arrived safely. you waited for him curled up in bed. when he was a minute late, your heart began to beat faster and you imagined the worst. but then he would come into the room, dragging his feet and with his head bowed down.

—how was your day?

logan grunted as he sat at the foot of your bed, you felt how the mattress sagged with his weight.

—did something happen?

you crawled to him and rested your chin on his shoulder. he let out a sigh of relief when your arms wrapped around his body and you hugged him from the back.

—just a tired fuckin' day, that's all.

you hummed, understanding. —well, now you are home so you can finally relax. would you like something to eat?

logan shook his head as he let it fall back and rest on your shoulder. he just wanted to stay like that a little longer with his body between your legs and his eyes closed. he placed one of his hands over yours resting on his stomach as you hugged him. one of his big hands was enough to cover both of yours.

—i've missed you, lo. i always miss you when you are away.

you placed a kiss on his neck. the first thing he did when he entered the house was to get rid of his shirt, keeping only the white tank top he was wearing underneath. his broad shoulders were at your disposal, his muscular arms and warm skin as well.

logan swallowed when he felt your lips on his neck. you noticed so you placed another kiss there.

—i miss you too. every second i spend away from you, i miss you.

you hummed, your heart gave a small jump of joy. while your love language was words of affirmation and you were always reminding him how much he was loved by you, logan was more of an act of service man. removing makeup from your face when you got home and were too tired to do it yourself, washing your hair and massaging your head when you showered, and leaving your coffee ready when he went to work earlier than you. hearing those words come out of logan's mouth meant the whole world.

your hands traveled down his abdomen until they reached the hem of his tshirt and easily slipped under the fabric. you felt his perfect abs under your fingertips and the hairs growing below his belly button as well. he took a deep breath, it had been so long since the last time he had allowed you to touch him like that.

you took your hands out of his tshirt and moved one of them to his neck to make logan turn his head resting on your shoulder and look at you. you connected your lips with his, his bushy beard pricked your face as you kissed him, but you didn't mind, it had been so long since you and logan had kissed so passionately that you could take it.

your tongue slipped past his lips and logan moaned, allowing his to go inside your mouth as well. you moved on the bed, putting one leg on each side of logan's body and sitting on his lap, all this without stopping kissing for a second. his hands now rested on your lower back, yours were on the back of his head to deepen the kiss.

his cock got rock hard the moment you sat on his thighs and you started to roll your hips timidly against his crotch. you felt his growing bulge rubbing against your clit through the thin fabric of your underwear. god, how bad you needed to feel him.

your hands slid down from his neck, caressing his entire torso, until they reached again the hem of his tshirt. you tried to pull the white tank top over his head, but logan stopped you. his lips parted from yours and he shook his head.

—it's okay. i want you, logan. i promise everything is fine.

you held his cheeks so he would look you in the eyes.

he was getting old, there was nothing left of the young and charming boy you met at charles' academy. his body had changed, his hair and beard were becoming whiter every day, and you were still young and full of light while he was fading away. yet you still loved and desired him, like the first day you craved his body. you found him just as hot, even hotter now, but you didn't want to force him to do something he wasn't going to enjoy.

you kissed him so he could stop worrying. —let me take care of you. i want you, lo, i need to feel you —.you mumbled against his lips. he let out a grunt when he felt you pressing your pussy harder on his bulge.

your hands traveled the same path down his chest one more time until you reached the edge of his tshirt again. you expected him to take your hands off him again but he not only allowed you to keep going but he also lifted his arms so you could pull the white tank top over his head.

—fuck —. you let out in a mix of moan and gasp. his body was breathtaking. your hands were quickly attached to his chest, hairy, hard under your touch, warm, with each of its muscles perfectly defined. abs, pecs, perfect broad and muscular shoulders, and wide strong arms, with veins running from his shoulder down his arms to the back of his hands. you ran your fingers along the thick scars that marked his body. —fuck, you're so hot.

with his hands on your back, logan gently pushed you to keep rubbing yourself against him and you moaned, he was harder if possible and you were so wet that you knew that your panties would be completely soaked. you kissed the crook of his neck while his fists clenched, clutching at the tshirt of his that you were wearing as your pajamas. logan fought against his instinct, against the animalistic way you were making him feel, but his grip became so tight that he ended up ripping the fabric.

—it was one of your favorite tshirts.

—don't care.

and logan kissed your lips as he ended up tearing the fabric completely and threw it on the floor. you grabbed the back of his head when his lips moved down your neck and collarbone. your nipples were already painfully hard when logan cupped one of your tits and wrapped his mouth around your sensitive bud.

all of a sudden you got up from his lap and he had to let your nipple go. he was worried about the way you had moved away from him, had he done something wrong?

now you were standing in the middle of the room, in front of him, only wearing your panties. your body was the most beautiful thing his eyes had ever witnessed, with scars very similar to his, with all those things you hated about yourself. was that how you felt about him? if it had not been for the pain in his whole body he would have fallen off the bed on his knees in front of you.

he huffed a laugh and rolled his eyes once you started swaying your hips from side to side while you slid your underwear down your legs. you laughed too, you felt stupid, but at least you had managed to make him smile. you two weren't the type to do those things, things were always more animalistic, more passionate, rougher. you walked towards him and leaned in to kiss him as your hands worked on the zipper of his jeans.

—you're beautiful —. he whispered.

logan helped you to straddle him again. you held your body over his thanks to your knees on the bed. with one hand you grabbed his hard cock resting impatiently against his stomach. he gasped because of your firm grip and squeezed your hips when you lined it up against your aching entrance.

you lowered yourself just enough for his tip to go in. he let out a deep grunt straight from his chest, you let out all the air you had in your lungs in a moan. you never forgot how big he was, the thickness of his cock, the patch of hair on its base, and the veins running along his shaft, but you did forget about the way it stretched you open, about the sting that his dick going deeper inside you caused.

—careful —. logan mumbled against your lips.

you kept taking him, closing your eyes shut and biting your lower lip, hissing every time you took a centimeter more inside of you. you rested your forehead against his and whined when his cock finally bottomed you. —i need a moment.

logan nodded. one of your hands sneaked in between your bodies and found your clit while his hands lovingly caressed your back. it had been so long since you had sex. logan wouldn't let you touch him, he was disgusted by his own body and he was afraid that you would see him the way he saw himself. that's why that night you decided that you would make him feel so good that he would never doubt the way you felt about him or his body.

you started by slowly rolling your hips as your fingers worked on your clit. his jaw tightened while he felt your body moving with his whole cock inside. his big hands on your hips helped you to move, setting a pace and keeping you from going faster so you wouldn't hurt yourself.

—that's it, take your time —. he said. young logan wouldn't have given you a second to get used to it, he would have fucked you mercilessly and you would have loved every second of it. but now, his eyes were focused on where your bodies became one, enjoying how your pussy adjusted to his size thanks to your fingers rubbing your clit.

he moaned once you lifted your body just a little and then dropped back onto him. you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed his lips while you repeated that same move again and again. your cries and his moans mixed in your mouths. all his body jerked every time you lifted yourself a bit more and then sucked his cock completely inside you again.

—you make me feel so good, logan. always have, fuck—. you purred in his ear. his hands, previously resting on your hips, slid all the way to your ass your hands and squeezed it. in those little details you could see how he was gaining confidence, which encouraged you to keep moving without changing your pace. it was slow, passionate, intense and intimate.

between moans and cries, you kept worshiping him, telling him how much you had missed feeling him inside you, how your fingers were no comparison to his cock, how you didn't want to share these moments with anyone other than him. there was no one like him. you didn't care about his scars, his moodiness, the gray of his hair, there would never be another one for you but logan, you did not want another one.

you were close, he could feel it in the way your walls were squeezing his cock and he knew he wouldn't last longer. logan wrapped his arms around your body, pressing you against his hard chest, and your fingers knotted into his hair. he groaned, your little jumps became irregular, your legs began to shake. logan hugged you tighter and sunk his teeth into your shoulder, getting a little choked cry from you.

—cum inside me, lo. fill me up, please, i need it. let me have it, please.

oh god, your words were driving him insane and after how well you had treated him, who was he to deny your wishes?

logan held your body down on his cock as he came, hugging you tighter against him. you buried your head into the crook of his neck, moaning into his skin while your legs shook and your pussy clenched around him. it was too much. as he released himself inside you, his claws came out and trapped you between them and logan's body, you had no escape. he groaned when he felt the pain of the adamantium ripping the skin off his knuckles mixed with all the pleasure of cumming inside you.

—shit —. he immediately put the claws away when he realized. —i haven't hurt you, have i?

you shook your head, still coming down from your high. he exhaled with relief. once you had caught your breath, you straightened your back, still sitting on his lap and feeling his cock getting soft inside you. you brought his hands to the front.

—are you okay? that probably hurt —. you caressed his knuckles.

—felt too good to even think about it.

you smiled proudly and kissed him. when you broke away, he noticed the mark of his teeth on the skin of your shoulder. —'m so sorry, fuck.

—don't be. i wish you had bitten me harder.

he shook his head, keeping himself from laughing. —you're a freak.

Source

Torn between wanting people to worry and not wanting to worry anyone

HOW LOVE IS MAKING ME FEEL DAY:2

I don’t want anything to end, you do so much for me, even when you are tired and ready to sleep and i tell you to kiss me, you still do it, you start kissing me until i am satisfied because you love me. When i get upset over something you did or say but i try to act like everything is fine, you somehow notice, and you say sorry, you apologize to me even though you don’t know why, and i feel so loved, like you love me and take care of me. You are not good with words sometimes but you are learning and i love you for it.

31-08-19

adrian chase being super whiny and talkative when you can’t get a word in with how good he feels please help me (he whimpers, can confirm first hand)

oh MY GOD yeahhhhh YEAH!!!! saw this ask and immediately went feral, please send me more nasty adrian thoughts i love to see it. Hope you all enjoy this lil piece of filth <3

insult to injury

adrian chase x reader, vigilante x reader warnings: smut, dubcon elements, swearing, dirty talk, unprotected sex. Obviously the content is 18+, Minors DNI. as always comments and reblogs are super appreciated xoxo

It was supposed to be a one time thing, you had sworn not to get involved with people in your line of work. Made sense, since a lot of those people were either assholes or criminals anyways.

And yeah, maybe Adrian was both. But none of them were as pretty though, nor had such incredibly persuasive puppy dog eyes.

He only needed to breathe into your mouth a desperate and high pitched "Oh god, can we fuck?" after making out for only a few minutes outside a dingy bar for you to be disarmed immediately.

"Yeah? please? Fuck, I'll let you do anything you want-" He asked, filling up the space you could have used to answer him with his inpatient words and then his needy tongue slipping past your mouth.

You could have tried to answer him properly, but all you could do was nod and hum in agreement, growing desperate yourself with the way he was already rutting against your leg like a dog in heat.

It's not like you stood a chance, really.

Now the air in his shitty car suffocates you, its humid and hot and you really should have thought about cracking a window open before hoping on him in such a hurry to unzip his pants.

Your mind is fuzzy due to the lack of air, but the filthy and obscene noises Adrian makes are only adding insult to injury.

He's not only loud when he fucks, he's whiny.

A particularly deep thrust inside you makes him cry a pathetic and tortured “o-ohh fuuuuuuck” that stretches for long enough that his breath leaves a heated and moist print on the side of your neck. 

Your eyes roll back and your hand pulls at his hair to try and get his attention."Adrian, s-slow down-"

Its been a few times yet its embarrassing how much his noises still affect you, and how much effort it takes to not come in the first few minutes of him being inside you.

"But i thought you liked it like this." He says with a petulant look, his voice tight with the effort to say it. "Fuck, I know you do. I can feel it, its spilling onto my pants. Hhhnnng-" He whimpers around his words, and then his head falls back on the seat to let out a strained and broken moan that surprisingly turns into a laugh when your body reacts to it. "See?Just like that!"

He's right, you do like it.

But you cant speak, you cant even look at him directly knowing how fucked out he probably looks with hair sticking to his forehead and veins popping from his neck.

You dont know how to tell him that everything about this, that everything about him overwhelms your senses so much its almost scary.

That he's so - "Good. Adrian, you're so-" You try and say, but its barely a squeak of a sound.

"Shit thats fucking hot!" He interrupts, not giving you a chance to finish your own sentence. "You sound so hot! I'm for s-sure gonna be thinking about this next time Im tugging one out."

The image alone of him doing exactlythat makes you let out a frustrated moan that he instantly reciprocates with a seemingly bashful chuckle. You dont believe it for a second though.

Because of course he has to continue, he has to tell you all the details you aren't asking for.

"I used to jack off right here after our meetings in HQ so i could have your voice fresh in my head, but this is so so much better than spilling into my hand. Oh fuck its so much better-" He babbles, like its an easy task. Like he's not struggling to keep up his pace with how much oxygen it takes to not be quiet.

And you just gape at him, your peak catching up with you so fast that its hard to absorb all the implications of what he is saying or how your body is going limp from use.

Theres only the glassy look in his eyes and the sweet and filthy noises he makes in response to every stuttered movement you make against him.

You realize now that you can act all frowned upon or roll your eyes at him in disdain as many times as you like in front of Peacemaker, Harcourt, Economos or Leota, but in private...

Adrians making you seize up inside, as much as you try to block out his voice and pathetic noises they alone will soon cause you to tighten around him in a vice grip.

That he will inevitably spill inside you with a loud, whiny and lewd rendition of your name. Just how he likes it.

So much for keeping things professional in the work place huh?

THOSE PAWS 😍

There is a reasonable and logical way to lower abortions.

Tell me

I am just curious, since i already had my first kiss and thankfully it was with someone i really love and he takes good care of me and i don’t regret it. I just want to know your first good kiss experience, i like hearing those stories.

HOW LOVE IS MAKING ME FEEL: Day 3

I feel like total shit, not pretty, not skinny, not cute not anything, sometimes i get scared people will know we are together because lf how i look and make fun of me, i get scared and insecure everyday and sad and disappointes everynight, but just for a momento, only for a beautiful momento, i feel pretty and cute when you say to me how gorgeous i am, how you like my body, my makeup or my accesories, how you just love me, and for that tiny second, i feel that u actually love mysel.

30-09-19