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Sounds kinda basic but i absolutely adore somnophillia and sometimes logan looks down at you sleeping and he just cant help himself 🤷‍♀️ waking up to logan absolutely ravaging and feasting like hes not eaten in ages and youre inbetween sleep thinking its all a dream

I actually wrote a somnophilia piece for Logan in my kinktober masterlist!

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Fic I’d love to write if I wasn’t in a creative rut:

I have reached the point in my life I realize I just have a straight kink for authority/spanking so reader fic where the Reader and Logan are paired up on a mission and they purposefully ignore him and get them into trouble and he’s fucking pissed about it, maybe a throwaway, “I should tan your fucking hide for that.”

Reader just replies with a, “Prove it, jackass.”

Cue when they’re alone that night, reader gets shanghaied and ends up, nude, hands tied, over his knee, Logan ranting as he brings his palm down, not even counting just going until he sees fit

Is this deeply self indulgent and specific to me? Maybe, but oh well, there you go :-3c

It's one of those stereotypes that you see in cheesy porn films—the defiant brat and the strong authority figure ready to give her the discipline she clearly never got before. A trope that's been played out far too many times— —and yet, it's exactly why you're currently like this. The authority figure—Logan in this case, and you—the brat, who in Logan's words: "Needed a major attitude adjustment." And his proven method of adjustment involved you, spread across his lap with your ass laid bare, his to admire when it jiggles beneath the friction of his palm. Each slap has you reeling, thighs pressed together, the shock of it sending you forward until his strong hand pulls you by the hair and forces you right where he wants you. You cry into his thigh, hands white-knuckled into the sheets as he goes on and on, blow by blow, the sound of each one followed by his cruel voice echoing through the air. "Got real quiet when you got put on my lap—" Slap. "Come on, nothing to say? Sure wanted to mouth off earlier." Slap. You can hear the mockery in his tone, voice low. "Don't get shy on me, where's all that fire gone?" Slap. Slap. Slap. You're reduced to sniffling, hiccuped sobs and it's only now he gives you a break. Gently, as if cradling a child, he lifts you in his arms, a hand against your backside as to not aggravate your already sensitive skin. He pulls your hair away from your face, wipes your tears from your face with his thumb. He waits patiently for you to compose yourself, then speaks. "Hey, gimme a check-in, how you holding up?" It's hard to speak at first, voice caught in your chest before you're able to respond. "G-Good, feels good." "Yeah?" Logan affirms. "Really took a beating there." You start to giggle, and he gives a smile in return. "There she is, I missed that sound." You hum, curling yourself further into his arms. He smells like the earth, like a forest fresh from the rain. It's almost enough to distract you from the sting of his hands, but not enough. "Probably won't be able to sit down for a while." You mutter. "Yeah, probably not," he answers, carrying you to the bed. "Shouldn't've mouthed off though."

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i loved your little single-mother-next-door drabble! & was wondering if you could write more, thank you!!

It's actually on the back burner for right now! In a bit of a creative rut rn so I was hoping writing some drabbles in my ask box would help :3

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we’re being horny on main ?? BEAUTIFUL. LETS GO GIRLS (gender neutral)

imagine period sex with Logan, y’all start making out and reader stops him before it goes too far to let him know that it’s shark week. He asks:

“You sayin’ that because you think I’ll find it gross, or because you feel gross and don’t want to fuck right now.”

because sadly men tend to find period sex disgusting and maybe it makes reader feel gross in return. Logan assures them that he’s seen plenty of blood in his lifetime and had plenty on his hands as well, he literally doesnt give a fuck about period blood. he just wants to make his pretty baby feel good, and orgasms help ease cramps too.

….this totally didn’t spawn from Logan laughing and grinning when Wade’s blood splashed in his mouth or anything 👉👈

Between his wandering hands and worshipping touch, there's a growing worry eating at you alive, one that he's able to sense far too well. Almost as soon as it begins, you stop, and it takes one worried look at you before Logan's grilling you for answers.

Something's different this time—you're hiding something. And he's not going to continue until you tell him. "What's on your mind doll?" He says. "Nothing," you lie. "Just don't feel up for it is all." "Okay, there's nothing wrong with that," his hands smooth over your ruffled shirt, his attempt at making you feel a bit more comfortable. "But that's not what I asked." It's times like this where you hate how perceptive he is, how he's so quick to know your tells. He stares you down until you finally relent with a sigh, looking away from him. "I'm on my period." "So?" A pause. "Logan, I'm on my period." "Yeah, you said that already." He answers annoyed. "Your point being?" "Logan, I get that you're a gentleman and I love you for it, but it's okay if you don't want to continue—" "Okay, wait, lemme get this straight," He interrupts you with a shake of his head. "You don't wanna keep going because you're on your period and you think I care?" There's a palpable silence between the both of you, laced with confusion. "Well, don't you?" You don't know how you expected him to react, but laughing wasn't on your list. A real, chest-bursting laugh reaching your ears, immediately followed by his arms around your torso. "Doll, I couldn't give two shits about what time of the month it is, the last thing I'm afraid of is a little blood." His voice is like honey in your ear, a reassurance that sets your mind at ease and causes your body to relax in his hold. You can tell he meant every word, and if you needed any further evidence, you can feel exhibit B currently prodding against your thigh. "Now, since we've cleared that up—lie back and lemme handle the rest."

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Logan loves when you rub your hands in his hair. His hair on his head, yes, but also the hair on his chest, his belly, his happy trail 🥰

I think he's kind of like a pet in that way, always wants you close to him in some shape or form. If it's not a hand on your back it's him pressed into your side, if it's not your fingers in his hair then it's him cuddling you like he's trying to climb into your skin. Cuddle sessions are particularly great because it's a win win situation: He gets his head scratched and you get a heated blanket.

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Not really spicy but Logan secretly liking his ass being smacked during mundane tasks. Like doing laundry, totally. making breakfast, absolutely!

I could imagine him grumbling and muttering about how: "Stop it! It's weird!"

But gets grumpy if you don't smack his ass at least once a day.

He’d be one of those guys who keeps doing what he’s doing but he’s trying (and failing) to not smile. Gives you a little head turn when you do it to, pretends like he’s shocked even though he could hear your footsteps. Can you blame a girl though, have you seen his ass?

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Ya know for how ridiculously veiny Hugh Jackman is as a human, I'm surprised I haven't read more fics involving Logan having a massively veiny dick. Like, I'm just Obscenely veiny, you can see the veins pumping.

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hi! so this may be overdone but I love it and can’t take it off my head but just won’t write it. I was thinking of a younger reader with old Logan who likes to rile him up and be a tease but when they do it she’s like at his mercy, completely submissive. I love your writing btw💓💓

Oh my god I adore brat tamer fics! The tension, the suspense, the climax (both literally and figuratively.)

I can see the reader doing the most when it comes to Logan, but he’s one of those people that can manage to keep a straight face no matter what. You’re bending over, wearing his favorite stockings—the ones with the little bows at the top, the same ones he plays with when his hand is under your skirt. Soft and frilly, inviting.

Another thing to know about Logan: he’s big on revenge, retribution—you can’t be the only one having fun princess, that’s just not right. Fair’s fair.

So when you step a single foot into your shared apartment you can’t be surprised when you’re manhandled into the nearest countertop, a hand on your back while the other plays with those pretty bows he loves so much.

“Spent the whole day teasing me doll,” he says, fingers creeping up against your exposed thighs. “Think it’s time I had my own fun, don’tcha think?”

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Y’know what, I wanna test something out: for any Logan fans out there send me an ask with whatever naughty little scenario y’all have been thinking about but can’t/wont write for whatever reason. I’m just curious 👀

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Every day is a reason to celebrate 🥂🥳

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잠시있다가 낮잠자야디

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okay but Logan with a VERY high prey-drive

one time they're on a mission for the TVA, working together surprisingly well - only, thanks to temppad malfunction (read: Wade's ADHD fidgeting) they managed to land on the wrong side of a forest to their mark. Wade, taking this in his stride, yells 'race ya!' and sprints off into the trees.

Only

Ten seconds later

300lb of snarling Wolverine thumps into his back

Driving him facefirst onto a bed of pine needles and gnarled old roots

Pinning him prone, wrists grabbed two-together in one of Logan's big hands, slammed into the floor over Wade's head. He's scruffed by Logan's jaws, which clamp tight on the back of Wade's neck, ready to bite down through his spinal cord and sheer off his life

And all the while

Logan is growling. Growling like Wade just dangled a nice raw steak under his nose, then whipped it away at the last second. Growling louder, biting down firmer, the moment Wade tries to wiggle away - until he submits, goes limp, lets himself be pinned.

Wade, trying desperately to think of something funny to say, can only manage a breathy little "Well, now I'm wet"

He is not talking about the moisture from the damp forest floor seeping up through his suit.

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Something something werewolf! Logan who humps your leg like an untrained dog whenever he’s really pent up :( why are you being mean baby? Just let him slip the tip inside promise that’s all (lies)

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This is one of the funniest things I've found on tumblr and I've seen some shit

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Double Trouble

I'm just saying that Wolverines have litters of two-three cubs or so I've heard. This poor man wasn't ready. While I work on my other wips I'll release this short drabble to the world.

tags: slight ooc!Logan (he freaks out a bit), pregnancy fic, f!reader, happy ending.

Twins.

The word repeated itself over and over in his head like a broken record.

You were having twins.

He stared at the screen in utter silence, looking like a fucking idiot. Twins. Two whole ass babies. Two more new additions to the family. He blinked quickly, several times, still not completely processing the news.

It all made sense now, why you looked bigger than the average pregnant woman, why he had heard more than two heartbeats and had rushed you towards the ER thinking that maybe there was something wrong with your hearts.

Fucking hell. He had already mentally prepared himself for one baby, how was he going to manage two?? He was barely an adequate father for Laura, how would he manage with two new babies?? What if he wasn't good enough? What if he was a terrible father? What if they hated him? Whay if YOU hated him? He wouldn't be able to live with that.

He felt a soft hand on his shoulder, someone was calling his name, but the voice looked so far away and drowned by the constant ringing in his ears. The hand shaked his shoulder and he looked up at your face. So pretty, so sweet, his little wife.

She looks concerned.

No.

He doesn't want you concerned. It's not good for the babies. You don't deserve this. You don't deserve to be dragged into his pity party. You were too good for him.

"Logan, it's is going to be okay, alright? I'm here." Your mouth was forming words, but he could barely comprehend them. Had you always smelled so sweet? So enciting? The light from the fluorescent tube was enveloping you like a halo.

Your hand moved from his broad shoulder to his cheek, he found himself leaning into it. He always found confort in your touch, so soft and warm.

"Babe, I know you're scared." He opened his mouht to argue. "No, listen. I know this was unexpected, fuck I'm freaking out myself; we didn't plan for this Logan. But we will pull through together, like always." You gave him your sweetest smile, despite being terrified yourself. He could smell it on you.

Logan gave you a lopsided smile, or at least he tried to. His large hand covered yours. For a couple of seconds it was the two, no, four of you, all alone against the world.

He had always thought of himself as undeserving of love, happy endings weren't made for him. He either outlived them or drove them away. But now, now he had a chance. He could grow as old as he could with you, raise your kids in peace. No one would go after you, no threat against mutantkind would rip you away.

Two, three, four babies, who cared? As terrifying as that sounded he had been given this gift and he got to share it with you. He would manage, you would manage, as you two always did.

His breaths became steadier, much more calm than they had been moments before. Logan's eyes went downwards, to your belly, which was the current home of your future kids. Just the thought of watching them grow and develop filled him with a warm feeling barely known to him.

He didn't know why, but he was sure everything would be alright.

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i need everyone to understand the poetry of curly turning a blind eye to anya’s suffering only to be robbed of his autonomy and voice as she was and then forced to observe jimmy’s crimes and the abuse of his own body