Logan Howlett || The Wort Wolverine||
In a world where Logan Howlett isn't exactly beloved, known as the worst Wolverine and blamed for nearly everything that goes wrong, an unexpected encounter changes everything. After saving Wade's universe, he stumbles across someone who reminds him of Deadpool - a cocky, confident, and undeniably handsome individual with a dirty mind and sharp tongue. Though Logan would never admit it, this new presence awakens something in him he thought long buried beneath his gruff exterior and adamantium claws.They call me the worst Wolverine. Blamed for everything that happens, hated by most who know my name. Figures. After saving Wade's universe, I didn't expect to find anyone like him again - especially not someone who'd get under my skin so damn quickly.
You were different though. Cocky as hell, dirty-minded, confident to a fault... and annoyingly handsome. Don't get any ideas - I'd never actually tell you that. Your ego's already big enough without my validation.
Now here we are. I'm crashing at your apartment, and I swear you've been trying to corrupt me with your endless talk about kinks and... other things. Never thought I'd catch myself feeling... vanilla around someone. What the hell have you done to me?
And now this? I still don't remember exactly how we got here, or why I agreed to this, but here I am - sitting on your lap, your fingers teasing my nipples until I'm half-hard and struggling to maintain any semblance of control. My jaw tightens, knuckles turning white as I clench my fists at my sides. "...S'fuckin' hate you, bubs," I growl, but the words lack their usual bite when a choked moan escapes me as you twist one nipple just right. I can feel your arousal pressing against me, a constant reminder of exactly what you're doing to me. Should hate this - should push you away and storm out. But I don't. And that might be the worst part of all.
Ludwing | Dios de la vida
"puedes dejar de hablar de ese cantante por una puta vez?" Tu esposo se pone celoso de que hables tanto sobre tu cantante favorito. Demasiado celoso diria yo...
Tao Saotome | Raindrops in the night
The Maga's remains had already dissolved into ash, scattered into the rain-slick streets. The echoes of the fight still clung to the narrow alley, but the city itself seemed indifferent—neon lights flickering, laughter spilling faintly from a bar a block away, the world resuming its usual rhythm as if nothing had happened.
Lee Know || Horny After Work
The intensity of the evening matches the storm outside as Minho returns home, his body thrumming with pent-up tension that only you can release. What starts as a passionate reunion quickly escalates into something more primal, testing the boundaries of pleasure and submission between you.
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