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[hauntedhowlett-writes]

my tears ricochet part ii? i’m so so so excited i know my heart gunna hurt 😭😭😭

i’m so excited you enjoyed part i and want more!! i *want* to finish it but my singular brain cell has not returned to it. to be honest, i have the urge to rewrite it because i feel like ive boxed myself in with how i wrote part i.

[hauntedhowlett-writes]

ANIMAL INSTINCT

PAIRING: logan howlett x vampire mutant!female reader

RATING: explicit | WORD COUNT: 2.3k

SUMMARY:

after helping you out by letting you feed from him, logan asks you to return the favor.

part two of bloodthirsty

AUTHOR’S NOTE:

thank you for all the love on bloodthirsty! here’s a nice and smutty second part. big thank you to @guiltyasdave for reading this over for me 💕

TAGS/WARNINGS:

explicit sexual content (18+ mdni), x-men (2000) logan howlett, able bodied reader, vampire mutant!reader, no use of y/n, single POV - reader, primal play (chase/capture), gratuitous use of growling/roaring, light fighting, mentions of blood, biting, rough sex, semi-public sex (in the woods), oral - f receiving, unprotected p in v, multiple orgasms, creampie, dirty talk, blade play (the claws come out).

Logan finds you in an empty hallway one afternoon, about two weeks after your encounter in the kitchen. You made the mistake of making eye contact, leaving you unable to turn and pretend you didn't see him like you've been doing since that night. 

"You avoiding me or something?" he says, hint of a smile on his lips. 

"No," you reply quickly. "What makes you think that?"

"Haven't seen you around much lately."

"Just busy."

"Right." He looks away for a moment, hands on his hips. "Look, I got a proposition for you."

"I don't--"

"I got this issue--," he continues, ignoring your response "--where it gets to be too much, you know? And I helped you out so--"

"What are you talking about?" you interrupt.

His voice drops a bit lower. "We're predators, right? And I don't know about you but sometimes my prey drive can be...too much, if you catch my drift."

"Okay..."

"And I got two words for you - quid pro quo."

You blink at him. "Logan, that's three words."

"I thought pro quo was one word."

"Why would you think that?"

"We're getting off topic," he says, waving his hands. “Think you can help a guy out?"

"Help you...how, exactly?"

You agree to meet Logan at the edge of the dense forest that surrounds the X Mansion at nightfall and as you walk through the grounds blanketed in darkness, your senses begin to feel more alive. Anticipation courses through you and the further you venture from the mansion, the darker the night becomes.

Logan is already there when you arrive, tension rolling off of him in waves. He gives you a tight smile.

"Took you long enough," he says. You roll your eyes.

"I'm still here, aren't I?" You gesture to the forest. "So, what now?"

"You run," Logan replies. "I hunt."

The deep timbre of his voice sends a shiver down your spine. What he's asking for goes against your nature but some deep part of you is eager to please. 

You take off through the trees, running as fast as your legs will carry you across the soft forest floor. With your enhanced speed, it's not long before you're miles from the manicured mansion grounds, surrounded by gnarled roots and a thick canopy of leaves that blocks nearly all light from the moon.

You slow to a stop, catching your breath. The snap of a branch is the only warning you get before Logan's heavy weight barrels into you, sending you both tumbling to the ground with him coming out on top, smiling down at you, a wild glint to his eyes.

"Gotta do better than that, bub," he says. He stands up, holding a hand out to help you to your feet. "I'll give you a head start this time."

"I don't need a head start," you grumble. "I'm faster than you."

He laughs. "We'll see about that."

You start running, his laughter ringing in your ears. Your path is less direct this time, weaving through the trees and doubling back to leave your scent in more places and crossing a small creek with the hopes that the running water helps to cover your tracks. You grow comfortable enough in your lead that you begin to slow down, keeping yourself attuned to the sounds of the forest and any changes that might indicate Logan has found you.

The trees break into a vast clearing, tall grass swaying in the breeze. Moonlight trickles past the branches, stripes of faint light illuminating the floor. You take a moment to appreciate the tranquility of it, but the calm is short lived when you catch movement at the corner of your eye.

Logan steps through the trees. He's removed his shirt, thick muscle glimmering with sweat, his chest heaving with labored breath. Your mouth goes dry at the sight and for a moment you really do understand what it's like to be prey, faced with something so deadly it's almost hypnotizing, impossible to look away even when you’re in danger. He stalks closer and you feel frozen in place, unable to move a muscle.

"Found you," he growls. 

Your survival instinct kicks into gear and you attempt to run away, sprinting across the glade with renewed vigor. If you can make it back into the forest you know you could shake him loose again, but staying in the clearing makes you a clear target. 

Logan roars, the sound loud enough to shake the branches of nearby trees. You risk a glance over your shoulder and are met with the sight of the man on all fours, running towards you with single minded determination. He rapidly closes the distance with impressive speed, wrapping his arms around you and taking you down to the ground for the second time that night.

You grapple with him, landing a kick to his chest that gives you the chance to crawl out from beneath him. He reaches a hand out for your ankle and drags you back toward him, using his weight to hold you in place. You wiggle an arm free and strike at his face, though he dodges and your fingernails scrape against his neck, leaving red gashes in their wake that heal in the blink of an eye. He pins your arm to the ground above your head.

"No more runnin’,” he says, a command that shoots straight to your core. You know he’s not talking about just tonight, but rather how you’ve been avoiding him. 

But how were you supposed to face him when the only thoughts you had of him since then were about how sweet he tasted, how good he felt, how much you wanted more, more, more that you couldn’t possibly ask him to give?

Your inner turmoil is lost when his lips slam against yours in a kiss that’s hot and hungry, stealing your breath with its ferociousness. His teeth sink into your bottom lip and you gasp at the sharp sting of pain that lights up your nerves. There’s nothing gentle about it, but you’re not gentle creatures and the beasts that pace and snarl beneath your ribcage have finally broken free.

Logan breaks the kiss to stare down at you with wild eyes. Blood, your blood, stains his lips and his tongue darts out to lick it away with a satisfied hum. He leans in close, burying his face in your neck, inhaling deeply, mouth open against your skin with the threat of sharp teeth over your racing pulse.

“Can’t hide it,” he says. “Not when I can smell it on you, sweetheart.”

“Smell what?” 

“How much you want it.” He nips at the juncture between your neck and shoulder, making you hiss. “How much you want me.”

Heavy hands find the hem of your shirt, shoving it up your chest until it’s bunched beneath your armpits. He pulls down your bra to expose your breasts and your nipples tighten at the sudden burst of cold air against your skin but his mouth is on you in an instant, warm tongue tracing the taut buds. Your back arches at the sensation and you dig your fingers into his thick hair, pulling at the strands. He hums with pleasure as he switches to your other breast, giving it the same maddening attention.

His palm slides down your belly, fingers dipping beneath the elastic of your leggings and finding your needy center, swirling through the mess you’ve already made in your underwear. You can feel the smug grin on Logan’s face before he even lifts his head to look at you.

“That’s what I thought.” He withdraws his hand, holding it up to his face. In the moonlight you catch a glimpse of the strands of slick stretching between his index and middle finger before he sticks them in his mouth with a groan, licking them clean. “Fuck, you taste better than I imagined.”

The metallic sound of his claws unsheathing reaches your ears and your pulse jumps as he drags the blunt side of a single blade up the inside of your thigh. The tip catches on the fabric covering your pussy and with one quick move of his wrist he slices through your pants. His claw disappears and he reaches down with both hands to tear the fabric further.

Logan settles on his belly with his head between your thighs, your legs propped up on his broad shoulders. He kisses your pussy over the soaked fabric of your underwear but

spares you any further teasing, grabbing your panties in a tight fist and pulling roughly until the elastic snaps against your skin and he holds the torn fabric in his fist. He tosses them aside and buries his face in your cunt, devouring you like a man on a mission. His tongue alternates circling your sensitive clit and dipping into your dripping entrance, expertly tracing every inch of you. You’re so lost to the pleasure that you don’t notice him getting to his knees until he’s lifting your hips, hands gripping your ass tightly to keep your lower body suspended in the air and his mouth sealed to your cunt.

“Fuck!” you cry out, muscles growing tense as your orgasm builds. It hits you like a tidal wave, coursing through your veins as you shout his name like a prayer. His hold remains tight as he works you through it until you grow boneless in the aftermath.

He lowers you slowly back to the ground and you fight to catch your breath while he quickly removes his belt and shoves his jeans down enough to free his cock. You watch him take himself in hand, a brief slide of his fist over his impressive length before he runs the glistening head through your sensitive folds, bumping your clit and making you shiver.

Logan’s gaze remains fixed to yours as he presses forward, breaching your tight entrance. Your body accepts him greedily, the slight sting and stretch barely a thought when all you can focus on is how full he makes you feel.

His lips find yours for a messy kiss while he begins to thrust, a slow drag of his cock from your body followed by a sharp snap of his hips that punches the air from your lungs. You cling to his shoulders, clawing at his skin. The scent of his blood invades your senses and your teeth begin to ache at the memory of his taste. 

Your teeth catch on his lip and he hisses but doesn’t pull away. Copper blooms across your taste buds and you can’t help the desperate moan that escapes into the kiss.

“Come on, baby,” Logan says. “Take a bite.”

You rest a palm on the back of his head, urging him closer, lifting your head and kissing his neck, licking the salty taste of him from over his fluttering pulse. You open your mouth, sinking your teeth into skin and muscle and vein until warm blood spills into your mouth. The combination of his blood on your tongue and his cock spreading you open sends you over the edge.

Above you, Logan growls, a deep rumble you can feel down to your marrow, some ancient part of you preening with excitement. He holds himself still as you clench around him. Your orgasm slowly subsides and you find the strength to unclench your tense jaw from his neck, gently licking at the blood that spills from the deep impressions of your teeth.

Logan sits up, cock slipping from your body and leaving you achingly empty. His hands grip your hips, forcefully turning your lax body over and hiking your ass into the air. He spreads your cheeks and the vulnerable position has your whole body growing hot.

“Hope you didn’t think we were done,” he tells you as he positions himself behind you, thrusting his length back into your body and setting a brutal pace that has you crying out into the night. 

One hand holds your hip with bruising force while the other settles on your shoulder, pulling you into every delicious snap of his hips. Your mind goes blissfully blank with the overwhelming pleasure building up inside of you for the third time.

He folds forward, his chest pressed to your back and his pace growing sloppy as he nears his own release. A hand curls around yours, a moment of intimacy that leaves you reeling.

Logan roars, hips slamming into a final time, dragging your last orgasm from you as his cock pulses with his release inside of you. A sharp pain on your hip makes you gasp and you notice his claws have extended from the hand wrapped around yours, sinking into the dirt.

“Shit,” he pants, sitting up after a moment. The loss of his heat makes you shiver. “I nicked you.”

You slowly move yourself into a seated position, muscles feeling like jelly, and inspect the area that the pain came from. Your leggings have a new slice in the fabric and the material is sticky with blood but to your surprise, there’s no wound to be found.

“You heal that quick?” Logan asks. You shake your head.

“Not usually.” You run your fingers over smooth skin. “Must have been your blood.”

“You think so?”

You shrug. “Just a guess. Never fed from someone with advanced healing factor.”

“You sayin’ I’m your first?” he asks with a smirk. You can’t help the laugh that escapes and his smirk stretches into a grin. Logan stands, fixing his pants and holding a hand out to help you up. 

“How am I supposed to get back into the mansion like this?” you ask, gesturing to your destroyed leggings. 

“Guess I didn’t think that through,” he admits. “Give me a few minutes and I can be back with some new clothes.”

“How are you going to get into my room?”

He turns to look at you, continuing to walk backwards.

“I’m a man of many talents.”

With a wink, he disappears through the trees. You sigh.

What have you gotten yourself into?

Thank you for reading!

LINKS

all masterlists | logan howlett masterlist | support for palestine

[hauntedhowlett-writes]

Would love to read a part 3 of Bloodthirsty where everyone realises somethings changed between logan + reader but they're all just like "heh makes sense, two apex predators together"

i do have a part 3 in mind! its not tooooo far off from this hehehe

thank you for reading the first two parts!!

[hauntedhowlett-writes]

ANIMAL INSTINCT

PAIRING: logan howlett x vampire mutant!female reader

RATING: explicit | WORD COUNT: 2.3k

SUMMARY:

after helping you out by letting you feed from him, logan asks you to return the favor.

part two of bloodthirsty

AUTHOR’S NOTE:

thank you for all the love on bloodthirsty! here’s a nice and smutty second part. big thank you to @guiltyasdave for reading this over for me 💕

TAGS/WARNINGS:

explicit sexual content (18+ mdni), x-men (2000) logan howlett, able bodied reader, vampire mutant!reader, no use of y/n, single POV - reader, primal play (chase/capture), gratuitous use of growling/roaring, light fighting, mentions of blood, biting, rough sex, semi-public sex (in the woods), oral - f receiving, unprotected p in v, multiple orgasms, creampie, dirty talk, blade play (the claws come out).

Logan finds you in an empty hallway one afternoon, about two weeks after your encounter in the kitchen. You made the mistake of making eye contact, leaving you unable to turn and pretend you didn't see him like you've been doing since that night. 

"You avoiding me or something?" he says, hint of a smile on his lips. 

"No," you reply quickly. "What makes you think that?"

"Haven't seen you around much lately."

"Just busy."

"Right." He looks away for a moment, hands on his hips. "Look, I got a proposition for you."

"I don't--"

"I got this issue--," he continues, ignoring your response "--where it gets to be too much, you know? And I helped you out so--"

"What are you talking about?" you interrupt.

His voice drops a bit lower. "We're predators, right? And I don't know about you but sometimes my prey drive can be...too much, if you catch my drift."

"Okay..."

"And I got two words for you - quid pro quo."

You blink at him. "Logan, that's three words."

"I thought pro quo was one word."

"Why would you think that?"

"We're getting off topic," he says, waving his hands. “Think you can help a guy out?"

"Help you...how, exactly?"

You agree to meet Logan at the edge of the dense forest that surrounds the X Mansion at nightfall and as you walk through the grounds blanketed in darkness, your senses begin to feel more alive. Anticipation courses through you and the further you venture from the mansion, the darker the night becomes.

Logan is already there when you arrive, tension rolling off of him in waves. He gives you a tight smile.

"Took you long enough," he says. You roll your eyes.

"I'm still here, aren't I?" You gesture to the forest. "So, what now?"

"You run," Logan replies. "I hunt."

The deep timbre of his voice sends a shiver down your spine. What he's asking for goes against your nature but some deep part of you is eager to please. 

You take off through the trees, running as fast as your legs will carry you across the soft forest floor. With your enhanced speed, it's not long before you're miles from the manicured mansion grounds, surrounded by gnarled roots and a thick canopy of leaves that blocks nearly all light from the moon.

You slow to a stop, catching your breath. The snap of a branch is the only warning you get before Logan's heavy weight barrels into you, sending you both tumbling to the ground with him coming out on top, smiling down at you, a wild glint to his eyes.

"Gotta do better than that, bub," he says. He stands up, holding a hand out to help you to your feet. "I'll give you a head start this time."

"I don't need a head start," you grumble. "I'm faster than you."

He laughs. "We'll see about that."

You start running, his laughter ringing in your ears. Your path is less direct this time, weaving through the trees and doubling back to leave your scent in more places and crossing a small creek with the hopes that the running water helps to cover your tracks. You grow comfortable enough in your lead that you begin to slow down, keeping yourself attuned to the sounds of the forest and any changes that might indicate Logan has found you.

The trees break into a vast clearing, tall grass swaying in the breeze. Moonlight trickles past the branches, stripes of faint light illuminating the floor. You take a moment to appreciate the tranquility of it, but the calm is short lived when you catch movement at the corner of your eye.

Logan steps through the trees. He's removed his shirt, thick muscle glimmering with sweat, his chest heaving with labored breath. Your mouth goes dry at the sight and for a moment you really do understand what it's like to be prey, faced with something so deadly it's almost hypnotizing, impossible to look away even when you’re in danger. He stalks closer and you feel frozen in place, unable to move a muscle.

"Found you," he growls. 

Your survival instinct kicks into gear and you attempt to run away, sprinting across the glade with renewed vigor. If you can make it back into the forest you know you could shake him loose again, but staying in the clearing makes you a clear target. 

Logan roars, the sound loud enough to shake the branches of nearby trees. You risk a glance over your shoulder and are met with the sight of the man on all fours, running towards you with single minded determination. He rapidly closes the distance with impressive speed, wrapping his arms around you and taking you down to the ground for the second time that night.

You grapple with him, landing a kick to his chest that gives you the chance to crawl out from beneath him. He reaches a hand out for your ankle and drags you back toward him, using his weight to hold you in place. You wiggle an arm free and strike at his face, though he dodges and your fingernails scrape against his neck, leaving red gashes in their wake that heal in the blink of an eye. He pins your arm to the ground above your head.

"No more runnin’,” he says, a command that shoots straight to your core. You know he’s not talking about just tonight, but rather how you’ve been avoiding him. 

But how were you supposed to face him when the only thoughts you had of him since then were about how sweet he tasted, how good he felt, how much you wanted more, more, more that you couldn’t possibly ask him to give?

Your inner turmoil is lost when his lips slam against yours in a kiss that’s hot and hungry, stealing your breath with its ferociousness. His teeth sink into your bottom lip and you gasp at the sharp sting of pain that lights up your nerves. There’s nothing gentle about it, but you’re not gentle creatures and the beasts that pace and snarl beneath your ribcage have finally broken free.

Logan breaks the kiss to stare down at you with wild eyes. Blood, your blood, stains his lips and his tongue darts out to lick it away with a satisfied hum. He leans in close, burying his face in your neck, inhaling deeply, mouth open against your skin with the threat of sharp teeth over your racing pulse.

“Can’t hide it,” he says. “Not when I can smell it on you, sweetheart.”

“Smell what?” 

“How much you want it.” He nips at the juncture between your neck and shoulder, making you hiss. “How much you want me.”

Heavy hands find the hem of your shirt, shoving it up your chest until it’s bunched beneath your armpits. He pulls down your bra to expose your breasts and your nipples tighten at the sudden burst of cold air against your skin but his mouth is on you in an instant, warm tongue tracing the taut buds. Your back arches at the sensation and you dig your fingers into his thick hair, pulling at the strands. He hums with pleasure as he switches to your other breast, giving it the same maddening attention.

His palm slides down your belly, fingers dipping beneath the elastic of your leggings and finding your needy center, swirling through the mess you’ve already made in your underwear. You can feel the smug grin on Logan’s face before he even lifts his head to look at you.

“That’s what I thought.” He withdraws his hand, holding it up to his face. In the moonlight you catch a glimpse of the strands of slick stretching between his index and middle finger before he sticks them in his mouth with a groan, licking them clean. “Fuck, you taste better than I imagined.”

The metallic sound of his claws unsheathing reaches your ears and your pulse jumps as he drags the blunt side of a single blade up the inside of your thigh. The tip catches on the fabric covering your pussy and with one quick move of his wrist he slices through your pants. His claw disappears and he reaches down with both hands to tear the fabric further.

Logan settles on his belly with his head between your thighs, your legs propped up on his broad shoulders. He kisses your pussy over the soaked fabric of your underwear but

spares you any further teasing, grabbing your panties in a tight fist and pulling roughly until the elastic snaps against your skin and he holds the torn fabric in his fist. He tosses them aside and buries his face in your cunt, devouring you like a man on a mission. His tongue alternates circling your sensitive clit and dipping into your dripping entrance, expertly tracing every inch of you. You’re so lost to the pleasure that you don’t notice him getting to his knees until he’s lifting your hips, hands gripping your ass tightly to keep your lower body suspended in the air and his mouth sealed to your cunt.

“Fuck!” you cry out, muscles growing tense as your orgasm builds. It hits you like a tidal wave, coursing through your veins as you shout his name like a prayer. His hold remains tight as he works you through it until you grow boneless in the aftermath.

He lowers you slowly back to the ground and you fight to catch your breath while he quickly removes his belt and shoves his jeans down enough to free his cock. You watch him take himself in hand, a brief slide of his fist over his impressive length before he runs the glistening head through your sensitive folds, bumping your clit and making you shiver.

Logan’s gaze remains fixed to yours as he presses forward, breaching your tight entrance. Your body accepts him greedily, the slight sting and stretch barely a thought when all you can focus on is how full he makes you feel.

His lips find yours for a messy kiss while he begins to thrust, a slow drag of his cock from your body followed by a sharp snap of his hips that punches the air from your lungs. You cling to his shoulders, clawing at his skin. The scent of his blood invades your senses and your teeth begin to ache at the memory of his taste. 

Your teeth catch on his lip and he hisses but doesn’t pull away. Copper blooms across your taste buds and you can’t help the desperate moan that escapes into the kiss.

“Come on, baby,” Logan says. “Take a bite.”

You rest a palm on the back of his head, urging him closer, lifting your head and kissing his neck, licking the salty taste of him from over his fluttering pulse. You open your mouth, sinking your teeth into skin and muscle and vein until warm blood spills into your mouth. The combination of his blood on your tongue and his cock spreading you open sends you over the edge.

Above you, Logan growls, a deep rumble you can feel down to your marrow, some ancient part of you preening with excitement. He holds himself still as you clench around him. Your orgasm slowly subsides and you find the strength to unclench your tense jaw from his neck, gently licking at the blood that spills from the deep impressions of your teeth.

Logan sits up, cock slipping from your body and leaving you achingly empty. His hands grip your hips, forcefully turning your lax body over and hiking your ass into the air. He spreads your cheeks and the vulnerable position has your whole body growing hot.

“Hope you didn’t think we were done,” he tells you as he positions himself behind you, thrusting his length back into your body and setting a brutal pace that has you crying out into the night. 

One hand holds your hip with bruising force while the other settles on your shoulder, pulling you into every delicious snap of his hips. Your mind goes blissfully blank with the overwhelming pleasure building up inside of you for the third time.

He folds forward, his chest pressed to your back and his pace growing sloppy as he nears his own release. A hand curls around yours, a moment of intimacy that leaves you reeling.

Logan roars, hips slamming into a final time, dragging your last orgasm from you as his cock pulses with his release inside of you. A sharp pain on your hip makes you gasp and you notice his claws have extended from the hand wrapped around yours, sinking into the dirt.

“Shit,” he pants, sitting up after a moment. The loss of his heat makes you shiver. “I nicked you.”

You slowly move yourself into a seated position, muscles feeling like jelly, and inspect the area that the pain came from. Your leggings have a new slice in the fabric and the material is sticky with blood but to your surprise, there’s no wound to be found.

“You heal that quick?” Logan asks. You shake your head.

“Not usually.” You run your fingers over smooth skin. “Must have been your blood.”

“You think so?”

You shrug. “Just a guess. Never fed from someone with advanced healing factor.”

“You sayin’ I’m your first?” he asks with a smirk. You can’t help the laugh that escapes and his smirk stretches into a grin. Logan stands, fixing his pants and holding a hand out to help you up. 

“How am I supposed to get back into the mansion like this?” you ask, gesturing to your destroyed leggings. 

“Guess I didn’t think that through,” he admits. “Give me a few minutes and I can be back with some new clothes.”

“How are you going to get into my room?”

He turns to look at you, continuing to walk backwards.

“I’m a man of many talents.”

With a wink, he disappears through the trees. You sigh.

What have you gotten yourself into?

Thank you for reading!

LINKS

all masterlists | logan howlett masterlist | support for palestine

[hauntedhowlett-writes]

imagine wade signing logan up for the golden bachelor 😭

[hauntedhowlett-writes]

Hi! I‘m so sorry but I have no clue what „WIP“ stands for 😭

Can I still get tagged for „say yes to heaven“ please? I‘m sooo excited to read it 👉👈

Thanks in advance! 💖

hi there! WIP stands for “work in progress”. i’m so glad to hear you’re excited for it!!! i don’t have a formal tag list but you can turn on post notifications for this blog to get alerts, but i’ll also try to message or tag in the comments

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New fic writers: But what if I don't...Wanna live the way you live?

Veteran fic writers, 27 WIPs deep, jotting down 6 new WIP ideas they came up with in the shower, chain smoking with handrolled cigarettes using pages of their own printed fics, weeping into their laptops: Oh don't be ridiculous, Andrea, EVERYBODY wants this

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proxima-writes -> hauntedhowlett-writes

finally changed my username on both my main account and made it match here!

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ONE-SHOTS

room for rent | variant logan au | female reader | explicit 

Logan finds a new roommate.

↳AO3 | TUMBLR

bloodthirsty | x-men logan au | vampire mutant female reader | mature

When your next shipment of blood won’t be delivered to the X mansion for another two days, Logan offers to help keep you fed.

↳AO3 | TUMBLR

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if you see me fucking with my masterlists, no you didn’t

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PAIGE! MY LOVE! NEW DAD JOEL X NEIGHBOR?! I need it now please and thank you!

em!!! my darling!!

consider this - joel is 23, a new dad to one month old sarah, living in his modest little two bedroom apartment. sarah won’t stop crying one night, joel doesn’t know what to do. he’s tried a bottle, rocking her, changing her, swaddling like the nurse taught him, but nothing is working. he’s at his wits end, absolutely exhausted.

our reader lives next door and the crying is keeping her up. she knocks on his door and he immediately starts apologizing, defensive, thinking she’s going to chew him out for all the noise. instead, she asks if she can help. she puts little baby sarah in a football hold, bounces her around a bit. the overtired baby finally settles down and joel could not be more grateful. some whispered introductions are exchanged and they go their separate ways.

the relationship blossoms from there 🥹 a little slow burn, a lot of cute.

[hauntedhowlett-writes]

i'd love a morsel of say yes to heaven pretty please<3

here is a tasty bit for you 💕

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You know why I’m here…

say yes to heaven. I wanna know about old man Logan and stripper reader. I love that combination so much. I’m begging. Please…PLEAK I GOT 5 DOLLARS PLEAKKK. 🙏

GOD I LOVE IT TOO

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⋆ ˚｡⋆ ꪆৎ˚ WIP TAG GAME ˚ꪆৎ ⋆｡˚⋆

thank you for the tags @guiltyasdave @joelsgreys @ovaryacted !

rules: list the names/titles of docs in your wip folder + open your inbox to asks about them!

logan howlett

𝜗𝜚 animal instinct - logan x vampire mutant reader (part 2 to bloodthirsty)

𝜗𝜚 say yes to heaven - old man logan x stripper reader

𝜗𝜚 remedy for memory - situationship old man logan x reader

𝜗𝜚 untitled - logan x reader fake marriage au

joel miller

𝜗𝜚 untitled - new dad joel miller x neighbor reader

the graveyard

ideas that have been collecting dust:

𝜗𝜚 dragon ezra

𝜗𝜚 tentacle din djarin

𝜗𝜚 vampire din djarin

𝜗𝜚 ghostface!frankie and santi

𝜗𝜚 cowboy joel miller

𝜗𝜚 roommate frankie morales

𝜗𝜚 neighbor dave york

no pressure tags: @pedgito @chaotic-mystery @murder-wife @wannab-urs @kedsandtubesocks @tonysopranosrobe @cavillscurls @quinnnfabrgay-writes @saradika @dancingtotuyo @burntheedges @ozarkthedog

[hauntedhowlett-writes]

😈 Come one, come all, and come a plenty! 😈

I have entered my Monster Fucker Era, and just in time for spoopy season! A HUGE thank you to my co-host for this challenge, @proxima-writes, thank you so much for listening to my ramblings, wild ideas, and for helping me morph this challenge into what it is now. 🥰

First off, this isn't JUST a writing challenge. We wanted to open this up to all kinds of artists in the fandom. Whether you want to write a fic, curate a moodboard, draw some art, or create a video edit, your creation is welcome here! For fics, there is no word min or max - write to your hearts desire!

Now let's get into the nitty gritty, shall we?

There are 16 different creatures listed under the cut, each with a choice of a number between 1-3, making 48 available spots total! They're first come, first serve, so once a spot has been claimed it's gone. You get to choose your preferred creature, and we assign the Pedro Boy based on which wheel you choose! Characters will only appear once per creature, that way we won't have multiple Joel gargoyles, Frankie werewolves, etc.

There are two different Pedro Boy wheels to choose from:

Wheel #1 is made up of characters we have source material for, or the more well known characters (Joel, Din, Javi P, Javi G, etc.)

Wheel #2 comprises of Pedro Boys we may not know as well, whether because they only appeared in a guest spot for one episode, or because their media hasn't been released to the public yet (Zach Wellison, General Acacius, Lucien, Clint, Dio, etc.)

All requests must be sent to my ask box! Your request should specify which creature you would like, a number 1-3, and whether you would like a character from Wheel #1 or Wheel #2

Requests will be open from today through Saturday (Sep 4th - 7th) and we have a suggested deadline of September 30th. Reblogs will start October 1st. Make sure to tag your creation with #monstersmash24 and also tag myself (@quinnnfabrgay-writes) and @proxima-writes so we can love on your work and show it off! We will still reblog any entries submitted after the deadline as long as you make sure to tag us!

VAMPIRE

#1 - TAKEN - @jolapeno - Javier Peña

#2 - TAKEN - @ovaryacted - Ezra

#3

GARGOYLE

#1

#2

#3

DRAGON

#1 - TAKEN - @crowandmousewritingco - Marcus Moreno

#2

#3 - TAKEN - @kedsandtubesocks - Dieter Bravo

MINOTAUR

#1

#2 - TAKEN - @perotovar - Joel Miller

#3

CENTAUR

#1

#2

#3

KRAKEN/TENTACLE MONSTER

#1 - TAKEN - @burntheedges - Din Djarin

#2

#3

ALIEN

#1 - TAKEN - @dc41896 - Silva

#2 - TAKEN - @clawdee - Joel Miller

#3 - TAKEN - @max--phillips - Francisco Morales

INCUBUS

#1 - TAKEN - @ak-vintage - Pero Tovar

#2 - TAKEN - @whocaresstillthelouvre - Maxwell Lord

#3 - TAKEN - @kewwrites - Marcus Pike

DEVIL

#1

#2

#3 - TAKEN - @saradika - Din Djarin

ORC

#1

#2

#3

FAE

#1 - TAKEN - @your-voice-is-mellifluous - Agent Ortega

#2 - TAKEN - @nerdieforpedro - Jack Daniels

#3 - TAKEN - @pedgito - Javier Peña

GHOST

#1 - TAKEN - @sp00kymulderr - Javier Peña

#2 - TAKEN - @almostfoxglove - Max Phillips

#3 - TAKEN - @thischarmingmandalorian - Jack Daniels

POLTERGEIST

#1 - TAKEN - @luxurychristmaspudding - Oberyn Martell

#2

#3

MERMAID/MERMAN/SIREN

#1

#2 - TAKEN - @yopossum - Javi Gutierrez

#3 - TAKEN - @grogusmum - Clint (Freaky Tales)

ZOMBIE

#1

#2 - TAKEN - @galaxyedging - Tim Rockford

#3

PHOENIX

#1

#2

#3

tagging people who interacted with the teaser post (no pressure though!): @max--phillips @oonajaeadira @survivingandenduring @sp00kymulderr @perotovar @jolapeno @guiltyasdave @ozarkthedog @ghotifishreads @for-a-longlongtime @pedgito @yourcoolauntie

dividers created by the wonderful @saradika-graphics

[hauntedhowlett-writes]

😈 Come one, come all, and come a plenty! 😈

I have entered my Monster Fucker Era, and just in time for spoopy season! A HUGE thank you to my co-host for this challenge, @proxima-writes, thank you so much for listening to my ramblings, wild ideas, and for helping me morph this challenge into what it is now. 🥰

First off, this isn't JUST a writing challenge. We wanted to open this up to all kinds of artists in the fandom. Whether you want to write a fic, curate a moodboard, draw some art, or create a video edit, your creation is welcome here! For fics, there is no word min or max - write to your hearts desire!

Now let's get into the nitty gritty, shall we?

There are 16 different creatures listed under the cut, each with a choice of a number between 1-3, making 48 available spots total! They're first come, first serve, so once a spot has been claimed it's gone. You get to choose your preferred creature, and we assign the Pedro Boy based on which wheel you choose! Characters will only appear once per creature, that way we won't have multiple Joel gargoyles, Frankie werewolves, etc.

There are two different Pedro Boy wheels to choose from:

Wheel #1 is made up of characters we have source material for, or the more well known characters (Joel, Din, Javi P, Javi G, etc.)

Wheel #2 comprises of Pedro Boys we may not know as well, whether because they only appeared in a guest spot for one episode, or because their media hasn't been released to the public yet (Zach Wellison, General Acacius, Lucien, Clint, Dio, etc.)

All requests must be sent to my ask box! Your request should specify which creature you would like, a number 1-3, and whether you would like a character from Wheel #1 or Wheel #2

Requests will be open from today through Saturday (Sep 4th - 7th) and we have a suggested deadline of September 30th. Reblogs will start October 1st. Make sure to tag your creation with #monstersmash24 and also tag myself (@quinnnfabrgay-writes) and @proxima-writes so we can love on your work and show it off! We will still reblog any entries submitted after the deadline as long as you make sure to tag us!

VAMPIRE

#1

#2

#3

GARGOYLE

#1

#2

#3

DRAGON

#1

#2

#3

MINOTAUR

#1

#2

#3

CENTAUR

#1

#2

#3

KRAKEN/TENTACLE MONSTER

#1

#2

#3

ALIEN

#1

#2

#3

INCUBUS

#1

#2

#3

DEVIL

#1

#2

#3

ORC

#1

#2

#3

FAE

#1

#2

#3

GHOST

#1

#2

#3

POLTERGEIST

#1

#2

#3

MERMAID/MERMAN/SIREN

#1

#2

#3

ZOMBIE

#1

#2

#3

PHOENIX

#1

#2

#3

tagging people who interacted with the teaser post (no pressure though!): @max--phillips @oonajaeadira @survivingandenduring @sp00kymulderr @perotovar @jolapeno @guiltyasdave @ozarkthedog @ghotifishreads @for-a-longlongtime @pedgito @yourcoolauntie

dividers created by the wonderful @saradika-graphics

[hauntedhowlett-writes]

AAAAAAAA A VAMPIRE!MUTANT READER AND LOGAN IS SUCH BRILLIANCE I CANT BELIEVE it was soooo good and such an incredible idea!! He SO would immediately offer like, literally no downsides for him and to find out that it actually feels good and is a sensual pain-pleasure experience?? Mein gott. The slut!! I would LOVE a continuation with those two if you ever felt like it!! Wowie!!

ahhh thank you so much for reading! there’s a second part in the works that i’m titling “animal instinct” if that gives you any idea of its direction 👀