mutuals do this

Wanted to redraw one of the wfa panels cuz it’s so silly

REF:

Some pics of Hugh - with Pat Schoenberg and Anthony Edwards - from last night 😍😍😍😍

(From hesohughable68 on Instagram via Bruce Glikas/Film Magic)

From Hugh’s Instagram stories - back in his active era 🙌 (with bonus Liev Schreiber)

hot mean characters all have degradation and humiliation kinks, and no one can change my mind.

sure, they'll be nicer to you than they are to everyone else. but they'll be menaces in bed and just absolutely bully you while they fuck you. slut. whore. needy. bitch. these are just some of the things they call you while they pound your pussy with their cocks. they'll make it seem like they'd rather you're an obedient bunny. but they secretly love it when you're a brat because it gives them the excuse to bend you over their lap to bruise your ass or fuck you until you're dumb.

they're not selfish lovers. in fact, they'll make you cum over and over until you're shaking and crying and unable to babble anything other than their name. they'll tease you constantly, making comments about how easy they bring you to orgasm or how you're such a needy slut for cumming so much.

still, it's not just you who gets all the fun. they'll easily manhandle you, tossing you around like a ragdoll and stretching you until you're in the position they want you to be in while they fuck you mercilessly. they'll mock you when you cry, laughing at how emotional you get while being fucked by them. they'll kiss, grab, bite, smack, pinch at every inch of you that they want to, making sure to leave marks to remind you who you belong to.

they'll leave you a sobbing mess by the end of it, your body shaking from the painful pleasure they put you through while a mixture of your juices and their cum drip from your used holes.

ON THE RIDE HOME | 𝐧𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐡

𐙚 summary: negan gets a little too jealous when someone stares at you longer than they should, and he won't wait to get home to prove how much you're his.

𐙚 pairing: sugardaddy!negan smith x fem!sugarbaby!reader

𐙚 warnings: jealous negan, daddy kink, fingering, semi-public sex, car sex, breast and nipple play, slight impact play, very dubious negan at the end

It's a silent ride from the restaurant back to Negan's place. It's never usually like thism You'd either be chatting about what's been going on in your lives or teasing and toying with each other in preparation for the "cardio" that you always had after a date.

You play with the hem of the mini dress you were wearing—a vintage Chanel piece that Negan had gotten you a few months ago. You wonder if he didn't like your choice of outfit for the night. But he certainly would've made you change instead of looking you up and down with a smirk on his face if he truly didn't approve.

It's definitely a revealing dress with the way it hugs your curves. The skirt just barely covers your ass and the sweetheart neckline shows off your breasts. But then again, most of Negan's gifts have at least one of the two criteria.

"You alright?" You finally ask, unable to contain yourself. You can't stand the deafening silence any longer, and you have no idea what could've possibly set him off. "What's wrong?"

Negan glances at you before returning his eyes on the road. "I'm fine, doll."

"No, you're not," you argue, crossing your arms. "You're being quiet. What is it?"

You can see Negan's grip on the steering wheel tighten as he sighs. "The fucking waiter back in that restaurant."

You raise your eyebrow. "And? What about him?"

"He was staring down at your tits every chance he got." He grunted, eyebrows furrowing. "Every damn time he came over, he was hovering behind you and staring at 'em."

You can't help but smirk. If there was one thing you loved about Negan, it was how so damn possessive he was of you. He loves showing you off and have everyone looking at you, but he absolutely hates it when any of them try to make a move on you.

"Someone's jealous," you teased, poking his shoulder. Leaning over to him, you kiss his cheek and start rubbing his thigh. "I love it when you're jealous."

"Doll, I'm not jealous."

"C'mon, daddy, no need to be grumpy," you whisper in his ear, your hand sliding up his thigh, going higher and higher until it arrives at his crotch.

A low hum leaves Negan's throat as you grab his semi-hard cock through the fabric of his slacks, your fingers wrapped around and palm pressed against his girthy length. Rubbing his cock, you feel it harden and grow under your touch. Licking your lips, you reach for his zipper before he grips your wrist to stop you.

"Not yet, sweetheart. We don't want to get in an accident because my dick's down that pretty throat of yours now, do we?"

You blush as you pull yourself off of him. Too eager to please him, you almost forgot he was driving. You look out the window as the trees and cars pass by your line of view. The car then goes off the road and onto the grass before Negan parks it behind a couple of trees.

"Why are we stopping?" You ask, looking at the array of trees that barely covered the view of the highway, and likely unsuccessful from hiding the parked sports car on the side of the road from the passing drivers' end.

That's when Negan reclines his seat as far as it could before patting his leg. "This is where I'm gonna fuck your brains out, doll."

Your cheeks get hot, both out of being shy and being turned on by the risky situation Negan put the both of you in. Just the thought of having his thick cock stretch out your tight pussy in such a place makes you squirm in your seat. Still, you can't help but ask—

"What if we get caught?"

He chuckles before leaning over to you, his lips pressed to your ear while his hand rubs the inside of your thigh. "Honey, if that happens, I'll just fuck your sweet pussy even harder. I don't care how they do, but everyone's going to find out that you're mine."

He spreads your legs open, forcing your short dress to hike up and reveal the wet spot on your panties. "Look at you, sweetheart, I barely even touched you and you're already ready for me."

Negan presses the pad of his thumb against your clit through the soaked fabric, making you gasp. He pushes your underwear aside, before sticking two of his calloused fingers in your hole, your juices making them slide in easily.

"I saw the way that waiter was lookin' at you. You have no fucking idea how badly I wanted to punch that piece of shit in the face," Negan growls as his fingers pump in and out of your needy pussy, his thumb toying with your sensitive nub. "I wanted to bend you over the table and fuck you in front of him and everyone else at that shitty restaurant staring at you, let 'em know you're mine."

Your moans become louder as his fingers work themselves inside of you faster, your back arching as your nails dug into the luxury leather of the passenger seat for support. With your chest pushed out, Negan takes the opportunity to grab the front of your dress and pull it down, your tits spilling out. The cold air from the air conditioning hits your nipples, making them erect.

"I've been starin' at these since I saw you tonight—I fucking loved watching them bounce and jiggle with every move you made." He reveals, squeezing one of your breasts in his free hand. With his thumb and index finger, he rolls your nipple between them, pinching and pulling at the hard nub. "I know those fucks at the restaurant were staring at 'em too. But y'know what, sweetheart? I don't blame them."

Negan's lips latches themselves onto your other breast, tongue flicking and rolling around your nipple. You arch your back further at the sensation, his face pressing against your tits while his greying stubble grazed your soft skin. His fingers continue pumping themselves in and out of your pussy, the squelching sound of his fingers against your folds mixing with your moans and pants. You're getting close to cumming, so close to making a mess from his fingers alone.

Just as waves of pleasure were about to come over you, Negan yanks his fingers out of your pussy and takes his mouth off your tits. You can't help but cry out, legs shaking from how good he was making you feel.

You whine, looking at him with doe eyes and pouty lips, which only made him chuckle as he licks off your juices from his fingers.

"Do you want to cum, doll?"

You nod your head eagerly, desperate to continue what he'd put on hold. Instead of his fingers continuing to work it's way inside you, your non-verbal response only gets you a smack on your inner thigh, making you squeal.

"You better use your words, honey." He says, his hand hovering over your thighs as a warning. "I know I fingered you good, but I doubt it was enough to make you dumb."

"Yes, daddy, I want to cum. Please let me cum," you splutter, lustful desperation laced in every word that left your mouth.

He grins, satisfied with your answer, before taking off his shirt, giving you a view of his stubbly chest and his tattoo-covered muscles. You lick your lips in anticipation as he unzips his pants and pulls out his thick, veiny cock, which is proudly standing upright from how hard it already is.

"Don't think I'm gonna do all the work for you, darling." Negan grunts as he leans back in his seat, tapping on his thigh.

You fully pry off your dress and underwear from your body before eagerly crawling over to his side of the vehicle and straddling his lap. Positioning yourself over his cock, some of your wetness travels down from your folds and directly onto the veiny shaft. Hitching your breath, you start to sink onto his member, letting your needy hole be filled with his length. Moans leave your lips as you're stretched wide open by his girth, eyes almost rolling back at the all-too-familiar feeling of his dick inside of you.

Eventually, you have taken him in until the base, all in one thrust. You stay seated on Negan's lap while his cock was snuggly deep inside you. Biting your bottom lip, you looked up to Negan, who was humming lowly at how tightly you were squeezing him. Even after all this time, he could never get enough of the feeling of your inner walls wrapped around him.

"That's my good girl, taking my cock so well." He grins, reaching behind you to spank your ass, your skin rippling at the contact. "Now, show me how badly you want to cum."

You don't need to be told twice. Your hips start moving, almost as if raising and falling on their own. You start with slow, methodical thrusts, savoring the way his dick filled you up every time you went down on him. But it just isn't enough. You can't control yourself; his cock feels so good inside you. It's not long before you're bouncing up and down his thick length, both of your grunts and moans filling the air inside the vehicle.

You place your hands on his chest to steady yourself, nails almost digging into his skin at how addictive it was having his cock inside you. Negan has you stretched out so good, almost as if his cock was made to stretch and fill your pussy.

"Atta girl, show me how much you want this cock," Negan growls, his calloused hands toying with your bouncing tits. "C'mon baby, be a good fucking girl and cum all over Daddy's cock."

His words are like music to your ears. You pick up the pace, ignoring the burning in your legs from constantly thrusting yourself on his dick. You don't care how tired you were; it feels so goddamn good. Eventually, you lose all sense of rhythm in your thrusts; you're just mindlessly and sloppily riding his cock with one goal in mind.

"Fuck, I'm getting close," Negan grunts, before grabbing your hips and slamming upwards into you.

With the tight grip of hands on your hips, he's forced you to stay put as he fucks your hole. Negan leans forward to latch his lips on your neck, his teeth gnawing at and sinking into your skin. A mixture of moans and cries leave your lips as your legs shake from the sensations he's putting your body through.

The pressure continues to build from the pit of your stomach until you're finally over the edge, euphoria coming over you as your body shakes from your long-desired orgasm. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as Negan continues to slam his cock inside your quivering pussy, before you feel spurts of his hot cum shoot inside you.

Negan's fingers loosen on your hips—which you're sure will bruise from his grip—and you allow yourself to sink back down on his cock, keeping his seed plugged inside of you. You lean forward, pressing yourself against Negan, who immediately wraps his arms around you as you both come down from the high of your orgasms.

"Daddy, that was amazing," you breathe out, your fingers tracing over the outlines of the tattoos on his sweat-slicked chest.

He chuckles, running his hand through your hair. "You always say that, doll."

Just then, you start seeing red and blue lights and the sound of sirens. You look up and see a police car parked behind, with a uniformed officer stepping out.

You quickly scramble to get off Negan's lap and put your clothes back on, but he grabs you by your waist and slams you back down on his cock. "Not so fast, darling."

"What are you doing?" You squeak, squirming as his vice-like grip forces you to stay put with his dick inside you. "There's a cop coming over!"

Negan just laughs—as if it was incredulous for you to not want to be seen in such a situation.

"Sweetheart, did you think I was joking when I said I wanted everyone to know you're mine?"

CHANGE IN ROUTINE | 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞

𐙚 summary: you decide to change up you and frank's morning routine.

𐙚 pairing: frank castle x fem!housewife!reader

𐙚 warning: down bad frank, rough play, unprotected p in v (wrap before u tap!), creampie

You knew what you were doing when you decided to wear one of your skimpiest lingerie while preparing breakfast in the kitchen. Hell, you even put on mascara and his favorite shade of lipstick just to make sure he got riled up. You just had no clue how successful you'd be.

Frank always loved seeing you cook him his meals; the domesticity you gave him was a complete 180 from the violence that he usually dealt with. But for him to walk into the kitchen to see you making scrambled eggs with your tits on display and your ass cheeks hanging out of the tiny silk dress he bought for you? You got him riled up, alright.

Now you're bent over the kitchen table, your lace panties around your ankles and your silk slip bunched around your waist as Frank's hard cock stretched your pussy wide. Your carefully curled locks are now bunched up in his fist while he fucked you, his hips slamming against your ass with every thrust, sure to cause bruises. The table creaks with every movement, but the squeaking of wood against the tile floor couldn't overpower the sounds of your moans and the slapping of his skin against yours.

Frank's calloused fingers find your clit, the rough pad of his thumb mercilessly rubbing your sensitive bundle of nerves. You cry out at the sensation, your back arching and your pussy tightening its grip around his cock. You claw at the table as his thrusts quicken, your slick juices almost eliminating any friction between his shaft and your throbbing walls.

"Christ. You're being so good, baby," Frank groans, his teeth digging into your shoulder, eliciting a whine from your drooling lips. "Your pussy's soaking wet just for me."

He grips your face, forcing your lips to pucker up as he smashes his lips against yours. He sucks on your bottom lip while some of your lipstick gets smeared onto his face. Your lips are swollen once he pulls away, strings of saliva dripping from the corners of your mouth.

"Fuck! I'm getting close, Frank," you whimper, the sensation in the pits of your stomach growing with every thrust of his hips against yours.

"Is that so, doll?" Frank growls in response, a sense of ferality overcoming him. His hands grip your hips, fingers digging into your skin so hard that they bruise your soft flesh. His thrusts quicken, his cock slamming into you and his balls slapping against your throbbing clit. Your moans grow louder as your tits bounced widly, your hard nipples poking through the lace of your lingerie.

Your entire body shakes as your orgasm tears through every inch of your body, waves of pleasure overcoming you. Frank continues to fuck you relentlessly through your orgasm, pained moans leaving your lips from the overstimulating sensation. His rough thrusts don't stop until his cock finally pulses, and spurts of hot, sticky cum shoot inside your pussy.

"That's my good fucking girl," Franks rasps, his thrusts slowing as he fucks his cum deep inside you.

He collapses on top of you, your body trapped between his and the sweat-slicked kitchen table underneath you. The both of you are silent, save for your heavy breathing, catching your breath from the morning cardio you just went through. Your mind is still dazed with pleasure that you almost forget about the scrambled eggs cooking on the stove. As if on cue, the scent of burning food fills your nose, and the fire alarm starts ringing.

"Shit," Frank mutters. Immediately, he pulls away to tend to the neglected breakfast, leaving you still bent over the the kitchen table with buckled knees, a mixture of your juices and his cum dripping from your thighs and onto the tiled floor of the kitchen.

jokes on you, daddy— i do both 🙂‍↕️

Cute || Logan Howlett x Reader

summary: Sometimes dating Logan comes with its difficulties. Especially when you feel like you just can't compare.

warnings: fem!reader, insecurity, jean slander im sorry bby but ur a plot device for this fic.

wc: 2.4k

a/n: I'm gonna be so honest I had this idea last night and I thought it would be fun to write but I finished it and I really hate my writing for some reason this week so I'm not happy with it but I wanted to get something out so here it is ig 😭

You never should have eavesdropped. You didn't mean to. But you heard Logan and Jean talking and you just...you couldn't resist.

Logan. Well he was everything to you. You never dreamed of being the one to wake up next to him. To be the one who gets to kiss him, to call him yours. You pined after man for a long time. Ever since you stumbled your way to the mansion Logan had invaded your heart. Powers that felt like nothing compared to the omega level mutants just down the hall.

ughhhhh. i would absolutely be this way if any guy showed interest in me. and if it was someone like logan? oh yeah, i don't think i could ever compare.

It's me. I'm girls

MDNI 18+

perv! jason todd would sneak into your bedroom when you left the window open, heading straight to the laundry to grab a pair of your dirty panties. it first started off as an innocent obsession, no one ever paid attention to him, living in the shadows until a sweet thing like you smiled at him, going up to his house every week to hand him a tray of your homemade cookies. slowly, he started to pay attention to every little thing you did, slowly that turned into obsession. he thought of you non stop, locking himself at his workplace’s bathroom to jerk off to your panties that he bought everywhere. “fuck,” he hissed as his large calloused hand rubbed his cock desperately, the soft material of your cotton panties swirling around his sensitive leaking tip.

sometimes he would stalk you in your garden, wearing the tiniest shorts and a flimsy tank with no bra as you watered the vegetables. occasionally, he would take photos of you, some of you bent over, your cheeks out or others just simply because you looked nice. though usually he would end up jerking to those photos, his kind clouded with the thought of your soft body in his, bouncing on his cock. so when he saw you with a pretty pink vibrator shoved up your small cunt, he couldn’t help himself. his hand snaking down to his boxers, his cock heavy in his hands as he slowly stroked to match your pace. the sweet soft sounds that left your lips was engraved in his head, wishing that he was the reason for them. slowly as you came so did he, his hot sticky come spilling onto his hand.

Jason Todd by Nikola Cizmesija

Just because The Wolverine doesn’t get as much love/recognition as other films.

(Yes it does go a bit silly but it’s an excellent and very underrated film)

⏦⠀˚⠀♡⠀⠀miguel needs a stress ball⠀⠀┈⠀﹙⠀blurb⠀﹚⠀18+

stress.

miguel is always under a lot of stress.

of course he is. as leader of a society of super beings and in charge of maintaining infinite amounts of universes, that’s a bomb load of stress and it sounds utterly dreadful.

you, his assistant, have witnessed it all and you can’t do anything about it. the man is stubborn as hell and refuses any advice given to him. lyla has tried many times and it always ends the same.

absolute refusal.

you understand the stress he’s undergoing. although you’re not a spiderperson yourself but being in charge of literally every fucking reality is stressful and you feel dreadful thinking about it.

⏦⠀˚⠀♡⠀⠀miguel has no clue what dilf means⠀⠀┈⠀﹙⠀blurb⠀﹚

you almost spit out your drink but instead goes down the wrong tube and start coughing uncontrollably, basically chocking. there is no fucking way this man just said that word.

“shit! estas bien?” miguel rushes to your side and carefully rubs your back with a hand, panic settled in his veins.

finally the choking stops and you can breathe.

“what did you just say?”

miguel is more concerned about your well-being than what he just said a few seconds ago but he knows you will argue so it’s best not to and just repeat what he said previously.