#It Felt Right

[sceletaflores]

Hear me out. Logan likes having his girl sit on his lap at any given moment. In private, he LOVES having her sit on his lap while cockwarming. He needs to feel close to his woman as much as possible because he does NOT play around when it comes to being loyal to a woman

nat’s note: oooo anon you’re so right…i’m sick just thinking about it. this lowkey got super fluffy but oh well i guess i'm just feeling soft today lol thanks so much for sharing <3 hope you love it!

• feat. logan howlett x fem!reader • 18+ SMUT MDNI •

Contrary to what most people might believe, Logan has a soft side.

Sure, it’s rare that you get to actually see it, but it’s there nonetheless.

It’s a tangible thing, as undeniable and alive as the very heart beating away in your chest.

This morning was the biggest hint Logan was in one of his once in a blue moon good moods, waking up to him dragging you back against his chest, not an inch of space between you. His strong hands wandering the soft planes of your body as he pressed kisses along the back of your shoulders.

It was like that for the rest of the day, like he had to have at least one hand on you at all times.

Soft touches in passing, big hands on the small of your back or your hips. Resting on your thigh as you both sat on the couch, cozied up against his chest after he dragged you into his lap the second you sat down.

You love every version of Logan, but something extra special always blooms in your chest when he gets like this.

He shifts slightly, not to change position, but just enough to remind you he was there, still inside you, still holding you close.

This was different than your usual sex. Logan falling into bed and insisting you get on top only to stop you when you fully sank down onto the dripping length of his cock.

There was no rush to move, no need to chase anything faster. It was like time had slowed down just for the two of you, a way to keep you suspended in this moment a little longer.

"God, you feel so damn good," Logan growls softly, his hand sliding up to cup your breast, thumb brushing over your nipple in a way that sent a shiver down your spine. "Could stay like this all day, y’know that? Just you and me, baby."

You hum contently, arms circled around his broad shoulders so your fingers can toy with the soft hair curling around the nape of his neck.

You're not sure how long it's been, how long you've been pressed against him. Wrapped in strong his arms, thighs flush with his so the thick length of his cock can fill you completely.

It feels like it's been both hours and minutes all at once. The soothing beat of Logan's heart against your own chest, his hands rubbing soothing circles over the skin of your hips, coaxing you to relax further against him.

“Tell me how good I make you feel, honey,” he commands softly, his voice low and rough, vibrating through you like a hum from a deep, primal place.

You can't help but moan softly, feeling that delicious, lazy pressure building between your legs, tightening and building with each pulse of his cock inside you.

"Logan," you gasp, your voice barely a whisper as you arch your back, trying to create more friction. "You feel so good."

“Yeah? You like that, baby?” He chuckles, fingers tightening around your breast, rolling your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. "You like keeping me nice and warm? Like the way my cock feels inside of you, hm?"

You nod, the heat pooling in your core igniting every nerve ending. “I want you to say it,” he urges, running his thumb along your bottom lip slowly. The easy movement slow and deliberate, like he's savoring the way your body responds to him.

“I love how you feel inside me, Logan,” you breathe, losing yourself in the intoxicating rhythm of his body against yours. “You’re so big, so deep…”

“Fuck, that’s it. Just like that.” His hand slides up your side, gripping the side of your face with a possessiveness that sends a shudder through you. “You’re mine darlin', and I’m gonna make you feel so damn good.”

“Yours,” you echo, a rush of heat pooling low in your belly.

Logan’s lips find your ear, his breath hot against your skin. “Say it again,” he mutters, his voice dripping with a mix of desire and affection that makes your start to heart race.

“Yours,” you whisper quietly, surrendering completely to the weight of his body and the heat of his presence. “Always yours.”

"Fuck," Logan groans, hands falling to your hips again, guiding you to start rocking back and forth slowly. "Tell me how good I am to you, baby."

"Oh," you squeak out, body slumping against his more heavily as his words course through you. "You're so good to me, Logan..."

“Good girl,” he growls, the praise making your pulse quicken. “You were fuckin' made for this, made for me. Just look at you, taking every inch,” He adjusts slightly, angling himself deeper, making you cry out as he hits that spot that makes your whole body light up. “Can you feel how deep I am? How much I want you?”

You choke out a soft whine, hips starting to grind against Logan with more purpose than before. Your hands fall to rest on his shoulders, nails digging little crescent moons into his sweaty skin.

"Look at you," he says, voice going hushed like he's talking more to himself than he is to you. "Takin' what you need. Who's it for? Who's this cock for, baby."

You feel a rush of heat creeping up your cheeks at the raw intensity in his voice, but you can’t help but respond. You pick up the rhythm, sliding back and forth, the sensation making you dizzy with pleasure.

"Fuck, Logan," you groan lowly, voice small and breathless as your head lolls back to the ceiling in pleasure. "It's for me..."

"Who loves you?"

It catches you off guard, his words washing over you like a warm cloud of haze that travels all along your overheated skin to settle between your legs. Flaming the fire you feel raging inside of you.

“You love me, Logan,” you pant, the words spilling from your lips without hesitation.

And then, as if a dam had finally burst, he shifts the pace. Hips surging up to meet your frantic grinds, each thrust becoming a powerful wave that crashes into you.

You can feel the new urgency behind his movements, a beautiful mix of need and love that leaves you gasping for more.

With every stroke, the intensity builds, drawing you closer to the edge. “Logan, I’m—” you start, but he cuts you off with a deep, possessive kiss, his tongue sliding against yours as he takes you higher.

“Not yet,” he murmurs against your lips, his breath mingling with yours. “Not until you say it again.”

The pressure inside you grows, and you feel yourself teetering on the knives edge.

“You love me!” you cry out, the words flowing like a river, freeing you as the dam breaks and pleasure surges through you.

Logan follows you into the depths of that pleasure, his release flooding you as he groans your name like a prayer, a promise, a vow.

You cling to him, holding on as if he’s the only thing anchoring you in this universe.

As the waves of bliss slowly fade, you both linger in the afterglow, hearts still racing in sync, bodies intertwined.

You lean against him, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your palms, the steady thump of his heartbeat against your cheek, his lips pressing soft kisses into your hair, and for a moment, time stands still.

“Can we just stay like this forever?” you ask, the vulnerability in your voice wrapped in sincerity.

“Forever sounds nice,” Logan murmurs, pressing another soft kiss into your hair.

You realize that it doesn't matter what anyone else thinks, because this is the side of Logan you cherish most. And the selfish side of you wants to keep it close to your chest.

You're proof enough that Logan Howlett has a heart, and that's all that matters.

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a/n: two works in two days? i'm like a god or something lmao once again i didn't know how the end this but when do i ever...

[sdv-shane-my-beloved]

That one meme but it's Shane and his idiot ASS trio children

[littlexdeaths]

perv!vampire boyfriend eddie knows the exact moment you get your period, way before you do.

18+ freaks only

say you’re at a party with friends, laughing and just having a good time. he’s off in a corner, dealing but still keeping a protective eye on you. he still has appearances to keep up, you know?

when some annoyingly drunk jock starts trying to bargain with him, is when he smells it.

a sickly sweet smell that is entirely different from normal blood. it’s considered a delicacy among the undead. that very few get the opportunity to experience, as many do not have a human companion that they keep around. unlike him.

but since when did eddie ever follow social norms?

one minute you’re giggling with robin and the next you’re being whisked away into a random bathroom. hips pressed against the door while eddie drops to his knees in front of you. he buries his face against your cunt, inhaling with a low growl that has your knees trembling with need.

“eddie, what’s gotten into you?” you all but moan as he guides the hem of your dress up and your panties down your thighs.

it’s then that you notice the first drops of red that stain the soft cotton of your panties, and it all clicks.

“hmm, preferably my tongue in you, sweet thing.”

[stinky-bus]

I lovvveeeee making the little Minecraft paper craft guys and then posing them everywhere. I used pipe cleaners to make some boning for Martin so he is actually pretty flexible compared to the more rigid other ones, it was really time consuming and he’s kind of unstable though. I’ll keep trying to find a reliable way to make them more posable

[fizzie-frog]

Survived. Lived. Thrived. Up against all odds.

[takofuus]

Headless Lamb x Eldritch Nari

My tablet got confiscated for eight hours. I had to make due with salvaged pens from the undergrowth (sofa)

[jvnart]

screen shot redraw warm up of everyones favorite wet cat hokage

[solazu1]

To me they’re a little fruity

[mygroovymutationn]

"Give me back my sister!!!!!"

👽:"??? "

[amywritesthings]

erwin smith. / day 20: belief

fandom: attack on titan pairing: erwin smith x levi ackerman tags: sharing a bed, set in aot canon

for @thedrabblecollective's challenge / dividers by @saradika-graphics

Time drags on, yet Erwin Smith feels a plea on the tip of his tongue for it to stop when the sun rises.

The Scouts are as close to the truth as they were in years' past, yet the belief of a better tomorrow -- of finding the key to an impossible lock -- burns in his belly every time the smaller, dark-haired man stirs in his slumber.

It's rare to see him sleep so well. Erwin foregoes the selfishness of a thought and hovers his hand over the wispy fringe of Levi's hair.

A few minutes more. Then he'll wake him.

[metamorphmigus]

Vargastober day 5: Denial

[manwiththemagic]

Just finished supernatural and uh..

What the fuck.

[modtheartifex]

i saw the ref image and had to

[fictionadventurer]

I've progressed in my spiritual life (I feel ready to tackle In This House of Brede).

[billie-the-sleepyhead]

Thought I’d Draw CB and his Dad(also named CB but goes by his middle name, AV, more). First day on the job as a caboose photo which is definitely in one of those ‘family photos album’ books.

And without the yellowish filter

The lighter hair tips on little CB(who’s about 14 in the picture) are to imply his hair got a lot darker at some point as he aged up and there’s still evidence of his light hair but not for long.

They’ve also got nametags and their radios on them.

[fredmundo]

thespermdonorstorylineisstupid -> fredmundo

the power of the stache has taken over