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what would logan or franks reaction be to their s/o starting the pill😏😏😏*wink wink*

Ooooh anon this is a fantastic question <3

Now, in my mind i feel like they would both have very different reactions so let me walk ya through..

Warnings: obviously mentions of unprotected sex, the pill, creampies, pregnancy risk and allll that fun stuff. Smige of breeding kink? Mention of animal instincts?? (I got on a feral little soap box im sorry) swearing, plus a lil mention of franks child loss? Idk if it really needs tagging since its a tiny mention?

Starting with Logan, (And this goes for most versions however heavvvvy on trilogy) i feel he would immediately become a little more... Possessive? Even feral? If you started the pill for whatever reason.

Especially when it came to sex; you'd both gotten used to protection and even the pull out method (sometimes you just needed to feel each other raw and god.. How could either of you protest when it just feels so good)

You being on the pill would 1000% send his little pushed down animal instincts into overdrive then. Suddenly he's filled with the need to breed you in some way; to stake a claim even. practically scenting you, pawing and grabbing twice as much whenever your close. Even if you didnt tell him straight away; he can smell the shift. Pick up the way your hormones change and adapt.

And boy the first time you give him the freedom to cum wherever he wants in bed? Not a drop is going to waste. There is not a single moment when he even considers pulling out; not anymore. The sight of your plush pussy leaking with him? His cum pearly and threatening to drip out of you? Ohhh logan is gone. He is a man possessed (frankly couldn't care less in the moment if he did knock you up with the stuff he says)

Not only is he cooing in your ear about how perfect you feel around him bare; but offering a glimpse of that possessive, animalistic nature. Hes gonna fuck you full, no questions asked. Grunting and growling against your neck as he looses track of his mouth.

"Gonna cum princess, fuck you full where it should be, getcha all swollen hm?" "i know.. I know.. Poor pussys just begging me for it" "such a perfect girl takin my cock like this, almost begging to make me a daddy" "thatttttt's it, you just take it.. Let me get that pretty body pumped full'a my cubs."

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Whereas for Frank? For Frank i personally feel its very different.

Infact, at the start he's almost daunted at the implication. In his mind theres a seed of doubt; a little nagging 'what if' in the back of his head ingrained. 'what if something happens? if he gets you pregnant?'

Because lets face it, He's done the kids thing; hes done the loosing kids thing too. And theres just somthing about the idea of letting himself release inside that just.. Brings that all back in a strange way.

Even when Frank knows how generally reliable these things are now, even when hes grilled your doctor about it to be certain. Theres a nagging little memory of the days of him and Maria he just cannot seem to shift.

So I feel like with that in mind it would actually take him a while to get comfortable with the idea; to see that you aren't going to wake up one morning knocked up.

But once he does get comfortable? It certainly becomes a way for him to sort of.. Further? The intimacy of sex? A hand on your jaw, another on your hip keeping your body close. A way for him to almost confirm that you are his and he his yours, that your it for each other, without having to explicitly do the talking.

Thats not to say hes not cooing in your ear either though, because he is. However Frank is offering praise, and worship rather than for filling a breeding instinct you know?

"So fuckin perfect ain't ya sweetheart" "atta girl..takin my cock so good" "gonna make me cum sweetheart, feel so good you know that?" "shh, shh i know, I've gotcha, just let it go.." "my girl, my gorgeous girl.. Mine"

Hopefully those are a good answer and i absolutely lovvvve talking about these guys so asks are always more than open for anything at all!! I am always willing to yap <3

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i know the general census is that frank is gentle but how would he handle if his little bunny that seemed all innocent and shy liked it insanely rough? not just spanking and backshots “rough” but face slapping and grabbing, breath play like holding her mouth and nose, intense manhandling like chokeholds and being held in the air to show how small she is in his arms and lowk clit torture. and she likes to act all delicate because she is and can’t even fit him all the way in after training and also squirts from a few touches to her clit but she likes being broken and wants him to use every ounce of his strength to do that and i need him to skullfuck me with my hands tied behind my back with a vibrator assaulting my clit…and then he slaps my cheek over and over and then pulling out to put me in a chokehold until i’m bruised 🐳 glasses anon i need him to break five pairs monthly from how rough he is i need him to CORRUPT MEEE

FIRSTLY!! 🐳ANON HELLOO<33 I have missed you<3

Please you are so real, it’s like actually a carnal needdddd how bad I need frank to hold my jaw and coo filthy filthy things at me while he blows out my back. And you are SO right on the corruption and skull fucking omggggg. Oh and I also wanna add bc of this ask (and my absolutely foul thoughts on born again bearded frank) I ammmm working on a rougher/mean!Frankie piece rn and I am quaking each time I open the draft. I cannot wait to get a sec to get it finished for y’all <3

im praying this is understandable enough though and not complete waffle😭 I struggle trying to get my thoughts out clearly enough sometimes if ya couldn’t already tell🥲 18+smut thoughts below the cut inc themes of rough sex, breath play/choking, Size kink? Doggy/prone? Was the goal anyway😭Overstimulation, bodily fluids and aftercare (pleeeeease lmk if I've missed anything, i always go blank tagging😭)

Buuuuuuut buckle up! in response to this, I feel like if there’s anyone who can offer the rough stuff it’s him yk? Obviously if you were to let him, no mattwr how embarrassed you could be about it, he'd listen openly. But just know there would be SO many conversations beforehand on likes, dislikes, hard limits, safe words, boundary’s ect, and this goes for both of you! Neither of you want to make the other uncomfortable, especially not in a moment that takes such a level of sexual intimacy, trust and even respect. (Even when being deceptively disrespectful sometimes)

Frank strikes me (and im sure many of you guys) as task motivated so if his baby bun wants something a certain way, he’s going to ensure everything is correct for her to get it. He loves you too much to do anything without afformentioned confirmation. This also includes a lot of discussion on what sort of thing you need for aftercare within those moments when things get heavy too-

And I say those moments bc I don’t think he’d always indulge it? like dont get me wrong, he’d do it, but it’s not going to be every single time you fuck yk? He might incorporate bits here and there like a lil hard tap on the cheek for your attention “eyes on me, yeah, there she is, theres my dirty girl” or a hand on the neck “that feelin good sweetheart? That pretty head gettin all fuzzy?”

Perhaps frank even indulges you with licks of overstim outside of those moments, forfilling it with whatever form is within the mood- vibe, his mouth or fingers. “Shhh, You can take it. Taken more than this before, atta girl, you feel it, aint gotta think, just gotta keep cummin”

But the whole shebang? The whole 9 yards of him getting reeeeal rough, properly leaving marks, really manhandling or getting intensely mean would definitely be different; perhaps even almost planned? Like for example those moments are reserved for say arguments sake, ovulation, pent up stress relief or when your headspace is feeling a specific way?

The way he fucks, the way he talks and touches you? All Completely different to how frank would usually operate in the bedroom and that’s not a bad thing in the slightest!! I just personally feel it would take as much out of frank to do it as it would for you to take it yk?

But That being said he would be disgustingly good with it when he does use it <3

Wrapping his big bicep beneath your chin as he fucks into you harshly from behind, the other hand pinching and slapping at your tits- the taugt buds of your nipples- sharply enough to make you jerk and gasp. Problem is though, the more you jerk and react the more he tightens his hold, squeezing you in the headlock until he can feel the flutters of your cunt and the heaves of your chest. His massive body completely draped over yours, the weight of him pressing you down toward the mattress, hips pummelling your backside in a brutal fashion, punching deep and fast. "Fuckin tight little hole's squeezin my cock, you like not bein able to breathe? feelin me in your tummy?" the hand at your tits drifting to press at your stomach making you squeak, the pressure intensifying the pleasure coursing through you. "Yeaaah, yeah you love all that cock in there dontcha Bun, greedy fuckin girl. Made for it, just lettin me use that pussy how i want"

That hand (sometimes then reaching for your vibe if the mood so runs that way) will then drift further down to your puffy clit, already oversensitive and abused from prior attention. Frank slaps it once, twice, three times before immediately massaging tight, quick figure eights until you practically end up limp in his grip, eyes rolling back as you cum again with a choked, almost gargled moan. Your cunt squeezing him almost as tight as the grip on your neck before he lets go; letting euphoria take over your body with each gasp of oxygen that fills your lungs.

Frank does not stop until he feels you physically cannot cum anymore (or you Safeword!!). He fucks you through orgasm after orgasm (even his own) until you’re nothing short of a mess, practically trembling like a newborn deer and the slightest brush on your clit has your legs closing with a broken yowl. Panting body absolutely covered with various marks, drying spit, slick and cum.

The aftercare, while hes incredible with it generally, is then a complete 180 however- gone is all the roughness of his movements, the sharpness of his words. Replaced by touchs that are feather light and words careful, quiet grumbles as he checks in on you. "Hey pretty girl.. Heads all hazy huh? I know.. But i gotcha, franks gotcha, your safe."

Once you've had a drink and a little bite to eat, some fruit or something simple, he'll always carry you to the bathroom and only leave you to change the sheets as you sit to pee (bc christ forbid a uti on his watch-) then you can lean back against his chest in the warm water of the bath he left running, his broad body sat behind yours as he gets you clean without you even needing to move.

Whispers of soft praise and gentle shushes filling the echoing bathroom as he ensures every sensitive inch of skin is clean even when your eyes droop. "Shhh, i know.. Know its sore baby, just one more moment. One more swipe n' ill leave it alone yeah?" punctuated with a soft kiss to your temble that an hour ago you wouldn't of been able to even dream of him doing.

Frank dries you off with the softest towl you own, of course warmed by the dryer. soothing your skin with a lotion and/or balm you love. Never forgetting to pay extra gentle attention to the red welts on your ass, thighs and chest as he tells you how gorgeous you are in a moment that sometimes, you can feel anything but.

He'll help you into the pajamas you choose (wether your own or one of his shirts/boxers) and not bat a single eye if wearing panties to bed is too uncomfortable for you to handle.

Once fully comfortable his first mission is to then get you a propper snack or little meal. Insisting food is fuel and you need it after everything he put you through as he treads of to the kitchen. Coming back to then execute mission number 2: laying down with you resting cuddled up on his chest.

Fingers softly running over your arm as he presses kisses anywhere he can with little movement. "Doin okay sweetheart? You tell me if you need anything else alright? Nothins too much for my girl." " so proud of you, ya know that?"

"Gettin sleepy down there? I know..shh, you get some rest. Not goin anywhere i promise, Love you sweetheart"

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how do you think logan would feel about his girl who has a bigger chest

No bc Logan, to me at least, is a big time boob guy. Every single varient, He is a man that just LOVES good tits-big or small. So, heres a few thoughts- both slightly softer and smutty!

He will sleep like a goddamn baby if you let him rest his heavy head on your plush chest and play with his hair. Sometimes you'll even catch the faintest grumble of a satisfied purr if your extra lucky and hes extra exhausted.

If you are cuddling and happen to be little spoon, he's absolutly pulling you flush to his chest and holding you to him with his palm around atleast one- although his hands are huge enough for both..

Do not get this man started on soapy tits- He's following you to the bath/shower for a single glance. Will even retake a shower if it means joining you in there. Hes also a massive fan of pushing your front up against the glass shower door so he gets a peek of them through the steamed up mirror-

He sees your nipples poke through your shirt? (esp in winter from the chill?) He's dragging you to the bedroom; or if your out somewhere the bathroom, and getting them warmed up in his mouth STAT.

Speaking off his mouth he SO loves leaving love bites and little tooth indents- loves knowing that under your shirt you bare his marks.

Adding to the hands on you at all times point above- He's also got atleast one hand on your boobs during sex, no matter the position. Not necessarily playing with your nipples or anything but just, gripping the flesh. Sort of grounds him a little. Although that being said he is a big fan of when you ride him in particular, his eyes having trouble focusing between your blissed out expressions, your tits and where your bodies meet.

During more rougher sex I can see him HAPPILY grabbing handfuls of your tits, holding the bouncing flesh tight but steady; especially when fucking you from behind. He remembers how you'd once complained at the way they slapped heavy against your skin; the bounce of them from his thrusts sometimes offering more discomfort than pleasure, so hes more than jumping at the chance to make you comfortable.

Oh oh and he LOVES a titty fuck- (this is also like..feeling specifically worstie vibes in this thought) Almost gets him off more than being in your mouth. Has his cock fucking leaking all over your sternum at the sight of his thick girth pushed between your tits, the plush softness with each move feeling unbelievably good around him.

Not to mention the broken sound he makes when he paints them with his cum, mixed with your shiney spit, the white ropes messily splattered across your skin like the finest pearls.

But in long winded conclusion nonnie? He just fucking loves boobs. (Might extend this to a titty fuck fic at some point...)

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Bitter days and bitten lips

Summary: Thinking about sharing a cold winters day in origins! Logan's cabin. (Or the lovers are loving each other sickeningly)

Can't lie i was cold and lonely when this came to be. Do with that what you will chat. once again fluff is NOT the strong suit so, go easy.. i promise smut will resume again soon :p

Warnings?: just overwhelming fluff. Reader bakes goods. reader makes a joke about him landing on his ass, Cuddles, kisses and general lovey dovey couple stuff.. Plus a teeeny moment of self doubt.

(Spoiler: Logan really likes kisses in this one..)

Masterlist Words: 1.2k (got carried away writing about boyfriend Logan.. sorry chat :/)

Thinking about the kind of days when frost gleams across the mountains. Rocks and trees covered in a dusting of snow. every step accompanied by a resounding crunch, ground slightly slippery with ice.

The kind of days when your breath puffs out as vapor and even a coat, hat and gloves don't ward off the chill.

However, inside that little cabin hidden far atop the hill, life is cosy. The fire steadily warming with a soft crackle; the little wooden pile slowly dwindling. Fingers and toes toasty warm instead of iced cold.

You adorn one of logans flannel button ups with some panties and comfortable knee highs, while logan lives in some sweats and one of his white tee's.

There's a radio playing low on the dinner table, some old music crackling through soft static serenading your actions in the kitchen. Freshly baked good filling the counters; a combination of scents wafting deliciously through the air. Bread, various pastries, and logans favorite pie all sitting cooling whilst you carefully place your cleaned bowls and utensils back in their respective places.

Meanwhile logan lounges comfortably on the couch, body sunk into the soft cushions, a book held in his grasp that he's only half paying attention to. Soft hazel gaze often flicking from the page to peek at you.

The sight, you clad in his shirt and those thigh highs he loves, wrapped up in an apron and doing something so domestic; so.. At home doing what you love in a shared space, brings a twinge of warmth to his chest. He loves you, more than he can ever express, but by god does he hope you know it.

After turning his attention back to the book, its not long before he hears the gentle sigh that releases from your chest. Fingers beginning to tug the aprons bow apart; the soft rub of fabric sounding out as you lift it off to hang on the hook. the soft click of the pantry door following, before your feet start to pad over.

You round the couch and attempt to sit by his feet silently, but logan looks up immediately, a love drunk grin lighting up his face.

"Hey darlin c'mere.." he pats the space next to him as he shifts around, book forgotten in the wake of you.

You shuffle closer, trying to tuck in besides him until he quite literally tugs your body to his. Like you weigh nothing in the world he lays back, placing you comfortably atop of his broad chest, the fire flickering in his eyes as he gazes at you.

"there we go" he murmurs quietly, a teasing edge to his voice as you squirm to wrap your arms around the bulk of him beneath you. "Snuggle on in.."

By the time your comfortable your chin sitting in the middle of his chest, legs limp between his as you rest on your front. "There's my girl" he smiles, bringing up a hand to tuck some hair behind your ear. "finished keepin' us nice and fed for the winter huh?"

A smirk falls across his face as he teases, growing as your hand slaps softly at his shoulder making him laugh slightly. Faux shock filling your expression.

"I can stop and make you trek into town for goods instead if you'd like.." you grumble, trying (and failing) to hide your own sly smirk as your fingers draw circles on his pectoral.

"much prefer eatin' what my girl makes, y'know that." logan says, words falling from him so honestly that it makes you grin shyly.

And, in truth, You do, you know he is being honest wholeheartedly. From the way he clears his plates at meal time; often coming back for seconds. To the way he's damn near begged for your food for lunch when he's down working at the yard (a simple sandwich, nothing special really, apart from how he swears its his favorite thing on earth; apart from you of course) he never fails to remind you of his enjoyment.. But what's love without a little fun?

"Mhm, sure." you agree, eyes rolling playfully from under your lashes as you poke at his chest curiously. "Is it my cookin' or the threat of slippin' on your ass down the mountain that makes you say that?"

Logan's silent for a moment as he thinks, making a show of it. Then he dares a quiet hum, hands squeezing your sides jovially.

"Might be a little of both.." he smiles, teeth showing as you gasp dramatically making him really laugh. The deep rumble of his chuckle shaking your body atop of him as you pull on a grumpy little pout.

"Nah, sweetheart seriously" he grunts after a moment, sitting up a little to pull you in even closer, your head resting nearer his neck now as his voice drops in honesty. "you take care of us.. Me.. So well. More than i deserve. Cant thank you enough"

Your heart stutters in your chest, playful expression softening as you look at him. The man you have the best time calling yours, who loves so unconditionally it could bring you to tears.

"Hush" you murmur, hand moving from his chest up to place a finger gently on his lips. "None' a that, i could say the same about you.. deserve the world Logan Howlett"

"I dunno about th-" he goes to grumble, cheeks growing warm with the slightest dusty pink hue. self doubt still creeps up his spine, even as you cut him off by pressing your finger harder against him, smooshing his lips slightly.

"I said Hush.." you all but growl seriously, nipping softly at his Adams apple. "Or do i have to kiss you more to make you believe me?

Ah.. Kisses, or more specifically, your kisses. His achilles heel from the very first day your lips pressed to his. Gentle and sweet, the taste of you overwhelming his senses.

He's certain if he could choose his death, his choice would be to go by your lips.

There's a moment he relishes the feel of you, of the love you press tight to his skin. Across his collarbone, up his neck and even the scruff covered expanse of his sharp jaw.

"...suppose" he breathes shallow, shakily, as a quiet almost whine follows his words. "Kisses could work.."

You hum absentmindedly, trailing up from his jaw to softly peck at his face. cheeks, then forehead and back down the bridge of his nose. Your breath a gentle puff over his skin.

By the time you reach his lips again logan is pliant under your touch. His lashes fluttering gently against his cheeks as his hands grip tight on your waist.

which is why the soft nip of your teeth tugging at his lip draws a little surprised purr from his chest, his heart hammering quickly. The careful pain soothed by the swipe of your tongue before you kiss him properly once again.

"Believe me yet?" you whisper quietly pulling back, thumb rubbing gently over his chin.

"Might-" he pants, beginning to squirm ever so slightly beneath you. "Might need some more.. For convincing.."

You grin at Logan, wasting no time to press your lips back home against his. You'd be happy to kiss him all night if it would make him believe you.

So, you do.

Because nothing else matters but the warmth you feel at home with him; the very warmth that outweighs the bitter chill outside.

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Hi! How do you think Logan would feel about a girl that confesses that it’s difficult to orgasm without using her vibrator?

Okay so im a girlie who very much has this issue😭

But I feel like (and i think this has probably been said by others) he would very much see it somewhere between a teaching experience and a challenge? In that he would be practically conducting lessons to get you off without it. Adamant that you aren't broken for needing a toy, just need to learn what really feels good for you.

And its not like you could've confessed to someone with any more experience than him.

Its not that you can't cum by your own touch, it just.. Takes far too long. The pleasure once warming your belly seeming to Disapate the longer you play; it just.. doesn't feel as good. Your fingers, compaired to your vibrator, dont seem get you there how you like. In fact, Its more likely that your hands get cramp than get you off sufficiently.

So, cut to having admitted your little.. predicament to him, Hes sitting you down on your bed, back against his chest, in front of a mirror and asking you to show him. Cooing in your ear softly about how 'He needs to see what you usually do, needs to see how he can help you combat this' because lets be honest? A vibrator isnt always the most discreet.

Logan is eagerly watching how your fingers swirl around your clit with his head over your shoulder. Planting soft pecks to your neck while making mental notes of your speed and pressure. He's simply letting you take the lead with your own body until your whining, frustrated huffs panted from your chest as you feel the stiffness of cramp begin to grow in your joints.

Then and only then does he take over; really let the lesson begin. With one large hand placed over yours, touch knowing and guiding as he promts you to relax. To watch as his fingers begin their deft movements atop of yours.

And to your surprise, it actually feels really good.

Your pussy makes slick, sloppy sounds beneath your shared touch and paired with the little moans you let out Logan can feel his cock press solid against your back. But now isnt for him, now is for you and to make you orgasm comfortably without the use of a toy.

"Feel good?" he questions quietly. When you hum a little moan back he kisses the juncture of your neck, facial hair a pleasant rub as he mumbles out against the skin. "Just gotta keep goin like that alright? Keep on touching by yourself"

His hand between your legs pulls off but never leaves your body, his grip soft on your plush thigh or your tummy as he talks you through with gentle praise.

Hushed groans and whispers of 'doin so well' 'you got it, nice and steady' 'look so fuckin pretty like this'

He observes the concentration in your face, how your lip bites under your teeth. Your moans growing in volume, stomach muscles beginning to tighten at the steady pleasure.

This time you dont feel the telltale stiffness of cramp, only the growing throb of your puffy clit as you round it in presise circles.

"L-logan" you whine desperately, struggling to maintain your pace for the pleasure bubbling through your veins.

"Gettin' close princess?" he honeys cockily, lips pressing a kiss to your jaw. "Gonna make yourself cum?"

Moments later you do shatters from a quickened slick swipe against your nub. This pleasure different as it flows through you, back arched over his chest.

"There you go, good girl" he praises, lips still on your jaw, keeping you close. "Knew you could do it.."

Im so bad at closing out my thoughts/fics/drabbles ohmygod.

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love the idea of poolverine with a squirter s/o like they always have a million towels ready and wade would probably see that waterproof blanket thing on tiktok and buy it immediately, wade just loves it all wet and messy and logan gets this cocky primal feralness from seeing her gush so embarrassed by the mess 🥹 they wouldn’t stop until she’s droopy and sobbing.

Yes yes yes yes!!!! I have so many things to say about this- including aftercare!!

Firstly wade worms are losing their fucking minds at this ask-

Secondly- im sosoSO glad i have a fellow truther of the "wade likes it wet and messy" agenda!!! Bc GOD YES. He so does. Wade is the king of real sloppy, nasty, toe curling sex. Both supremely kinky and more vanilla. Your so right about the blankets/towls too! He absolutely would have a dedicated pile that he keeps for the sole purpose of sex. (This very much includes just Oral too!! He will lap at you until you drench his marred face so bad it shines and you drip like a broken faucet)

And Very little weirds him out or is too much!! Not to mention if theres somthing that come up you dont feel super confident in trying yourself?? By alllll means go ahead and do it to him first to make your mind up!! he will never make you do or try anything he wouldn't do/have done to him himself!! And god knows Wade will take it like a goddamn champ- Like a real good fucking boy.

I swear im- theres just no words for the way i love thinking about wade without getting incredibly carried away with it.

So onto the topic of logan, man of far too many h word thoughts???

Logan LOVES seeing his pretty baby ruined. Especially when it comes at the hand of wade. Not to say he doesnt love doing it himself but the sight of his people? His loves? Driving themselves to the brink of heaven while he watches/instructs?? Gets him off big time. The rush of adrenaline that fills him at the sight is insane- and man.. Man is the aftercare TOP TIERRRRR.

I firmly believe that while he will watch (and participate) in completely ruining you; he will not hesitate to hold you close and build you back up afterwards.

Im talking cleaning you up properly when you might still be too fuzzy in the head to do it, explaining every step in a hushed whisper when you whine from the sensitivity. Logans then brushing the matted knots out of your hair with all the gentleness in the world. His touch the softest kind of contrast after the roughened grabs and spanks he'd otherwise offer in bed.

Hes making sure you have your favorite snacks/water close, getting you all comfortable in clothes; usually a mix of his and wares- the ones he knows you find the most comfort in. He'll hold you to his chest and coo praise, occasionally littering soft kisses to your head. big hands rubbing softly over any sore/chafed spots on your skin, letting you come back to full strength as slow or as quick as you need.

In conclusion.. Let me at them both. Pls. It would calm me down...

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does logan like cute nervous nerd girls with glasses so he can cum on them😕

Warnings: oral (M!Receiving), mention of deep throating, swearing, cum eating?? (Putting finger in mouth)

Good lord anon what a ques- Yes. Yes he does. And i shall elaborate. (More of this kinda thing pls omg??)

I gotta admit I'm feeling veryyy X1 Logan specifically here?? But i can image him finding it so endearing- you and all your nervousness no matter how intimate your relationship.

How you seem to grow pinker than the sweetest strawberry at the slightest contacts with him. And he knows!! He SO fuckin knows the effect he has and jeeesus does he take every opportunity to tease.

He's purposely stroking over your thigh when he sits beside you watching a movie or placing his big hands on your waist when reaching to grab a mug from the cupboard above you.

However, contrary to your nerves, with him you can also give as good as you get. and when your all alone together in your room (or his!) and the moment arises??

Logan swears his sweet shy girl is the devil herself.

You might kneel there with the kindest smile, lips all slick and pouty every time you pull off for breath, but god is the teary look clouding your eyes different.

Behind those little frames theres something else entirely. the sweet furrow of your brows cute as you suck him deeper into your throat- letting him nestle deep until logan is absolutely starstruck. Dazed and throbbing desperately, bulge protruding from your throat, the frames of your glasses sitting pressed into his lower stomach.

"S-shit sweet girl.. Gonna make me cum if you keep that up" he grunts, eyes rolling momentarily into his skull. Body betraying him despite how much he wants to seem gruff and tough.

You simply giggle at him, going back down and taking him quicker. Careless to his warning as you feel the telltale twitch against your tongue; feel the way his balls draw up against your chin.

Logan growls as you pop off at the last second, the cool air contrasting with your soft fingers taking over as you position his cock above you and begin jerking rapidly. Its then he cums with a loud groan.

The sound rumbling from the very depths of his chest, legs trembling gently as he watchs his spend splatter across your face; covering the lenses of your glasses and even on your lips.

Logan pants as you grin bright and naughty, look up at him through the cum covering your frames. he watches entranced as you carefully bring a finger up, swiping over them and placing the digit in your mouth- whining softly- happily- at the taste of him.

You, A picture of sin.

His shy, nerdy little angel.. A devil in disguise.

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(please ignore and forgive me if this is inappropriate, i tried to search for some ask guidelines but haven't found any and i really need to scream about this) logan that likes to usa/play with reader's mutation. if they have supersonic scream, he tries to give it to them so good they shatter the mansion's windows. if they control plants (like a poison ivy situation), he asks for hits of pheromone so he can go even longer than he usually does until they go cross-eyed. if they have wings, he tries to find for erogenous zones in them and teases them by tickling them with their own feathers. if they control ice, temperature play is in order. and so on, and so forth.

this is perfectly fine w me dont worry! And thank you for reminding me to work on a guideline! I completely forgot to do that!!

So Firstly. Yes. Oh my fucking god yes anon!! Your mind is 🤌🤌

Logan would absolutely eat that shit up. He is SUCH a fuckin tease at heart that testing you, prodding and poking to see how far he could push, would be SO his jam.

If your mutation, as you said, was supersonic scream he would 1000% be fucking into you just that bit more intensely. Each stroke of his cock pushing deep and slowly drawing louder moans and mewls from you. He just would not stop fucking you- im talking 4th orgasm (on his cock alone- not counting the oral beforehand) and quite literally going brainless.

No longer can you even think to hold it in when his tip pushes against that gummy spot (that hes already spent ages with), thumb harsh on your clit. "Cmon n' do it princess, let it out yeah?" he goads against your ear with a breathless chuckle, pace picking up. "let em hear how good this pussy gets fucked. Be a good girl and sing f'me, show em baby"

Like?????

That is an incident your pride never quite recovers from; cumming on logans cock so hard that your screams shattered multiple windows..

Logan then has the gall to stand beside you beyond amused and snickering when the two of you are later called to charles office to explain.

Theres a very fun idea to be had on the temperature play situation bc i would loooove to tease him with it? Like we all know this mf has a pain kink and so the idea of incorporating something that brings that slight lick of pain w temps?- ice when left in one spot too long for example?? 😵‍💫 i need more thoughs on this bc i would love to expand

And the plants!!! Do not Omg, literally my favorite thing. (Whenever i read mutant!reader fics thats always my go to) Aside from any extra pheromones he could get, logan would just take such a level of pride?? Lets say?? in seeing the vines/flower ect, sprouting around you. "Oh Look at those.. So fuckin pretty" he coos humorously, hand grabbing at your jaw to point your head in the direction of the growing green, fingers tapping at your cheek for your full, hazy, attention. "Sprouting all those pretty buds when my favorite one is right here.." a gruff laugh when your back arches with a sharp whine, his fingers tight on your clit again. "Fuckin spoilin me here princess"

Not to mention if one of those bunches of shrubbery then wrapped around him; pushing him deeper or keeping him from pulling out-

It gives him such a job well done feeling yk? More satisfying to him than being praised verbally i swear-

I have to stop for fear of how long this could get if i really get going but Anon.. Anon you've ruined me. I love you. Im going to be thinking about this for a very long time.. (And also feel free to drop more of this into my inbox bc hellloooooo😵‍💫)

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impulse stress baking would be appreciated by either Matt or Frank, but reader is not safe if it's being done at late hours, in which they will be railed or fucked into exhaustion.

Matt has his S/O's scent and touch ingrained into his routine and mind, defecting is not an option he needs his cuddles (and yes he will be mean about it, teasing reader for wanting to work so hard on baking when they could work on making him feel good)

Frank just worries for their sleep schedule (which is accurate pls I can't sleep normally) but also can appreciate their baking yet will at first gently try to coax them back to bed, only to just rail them over the counter if they insist they can't sleep due to a sudden burst of energy.

But it all ends with their girl cuddled up in their arms fast asleep from exhaustion yet satisfied, and their baking can wait til the morning.

Oh my god please!! I loved every second of this one!! As someone who does have bouts of doing this (and had to be banned from the kitchen past a certain time when i was younger bc of it😭😭) this one got me. Biiiiiiig time.. I mean omg sleep scheduling with Frank and Matt when god?! When!!!

Like you cannot tell me they wouldn't immediately be looking help you and if sex helps get you all fuzzy and tired?? Fellas are not going to complain.. Whatever their baby needs <3 Also fun fact you guys, i have an oldman logan draft i never finished surrounding a similar concept and hik eating reader out on the kitchen table..😭 But without futher yappin!! Heres some thoughts! <3

Midnight munchies w Frank and Matt!

Warnings?; mentions of smut, doggy and riding, unprotected sex (its hot but in this economy??) fairrrrly fluffy although Matt is a lil mean in a sexy way.. Master list

I can see Frank standing against the doorframe, arms crossed over his bare chest with a sleepy scowl tugging his lips. Large figure just watching the way to try (and fail) to potter around the kitchen quietly. On the counter sits a glass bowl, edges covered in flour and two large baking sheets. On one sits small balls of, what frank guesses is chocolate chip cookie dough- one of his favorites- while the other rests bare in preparation. Frank swipes a hand across his face, tired and slightly irritated as he sighs, padding closer. "What're you.. Christ sweetheart again?"

You grin cheekily at the sight of him, at the broad expanse of him shirtless, scared chest on full display as his sweats sit low on his hips. A slightly dough covered hand coming up in a wave. "'S okay, m' just making cookies frank!"

You're gleeful in tone, too gleeful for 3:30am Frank thinks. This little habit of yours growing out of control. Infact, it makes him worry a little. "Yeah? S' just cookies?" he asks, rounding the counter to tower behind you. "Then why cant they wait until tomorrow.."

"Cause i wanna do it now..." you hum, trying to grab at the scoop besides the bowl. Franks large hand stopping the move in your tracks. Your shoudlers drop just a fraction, almost in anticipation as you sigh. The sound a little frustrated despite your usual enjoyment of the task at hand. "Besides.. Got too much energy to sleep frankie"

"Too much energy, that right?" he grumbles with a nod, head dropping down against your shoudler, tilted just slightly until you can feel the puffs of his breath on your neck. "My girls feelin all restless again.. So why didn't ya wake me like i told you last time, stead of this?"

You sigh, still trying to persevere with the trapped scoop. "Looked too comfortable.. Besides, you need the rest Frankie.. "

"Oh im the one needing the rest, sure." He huffs, breath puffing against your skin in a way that makes it prickle. A smile twitching at your lips at the feeling, his free arm coming to wrap around your middle, pulling your frame against the warmth of him. "what'd you say we get rid of that energy hm, fussy girl?" that hand squeezes your waist at the same moment his lips kiss that spot just below your ear.

Frank feels you shiver, smirking almost knowing against your skin, your tells far to obvious to him by now. "Gonna let your frankie take care of it? Get that restlessness gone?"

Its no more than ten minutes before frank does infact get that restlessness gone. The cookie dough abandoned into the fridge and sweats pushed beneath his knees. Thick cock bullying into your gummy walls in controlled rocks of his hips that make you sob quietly.

Your fingers, clean of the dough thanks to franks mouth, grasping the counter tight as your legs tremble beneath your weight, hardly holding you up. Panties and sleepwear looped around one ankle as you shuffle slightly, making frank chuckle. "Gettin all shakey now, You close sweetheart? Gonna be a good girl and cum on that cock f'me?" voice rough as his arm tugs you back against his chest; holding you up and not giving you an escape to the pleasure that blooms in your core.

Its not long before he's luring you into an orgasm, ached against his chest as his fingers draw figure eights to your poor clit. "Yeah, yeah there it is, you give it to me sweetheart" Bouncing you back against him until the heat of his own release paints your insides, your head drooping forward tiredly.

"There we go.. I know.. I know sweetheart" he rumbles, making quick work of tucking himself back into his sweats as he softens. Hands coming back to your hips to tug your underwear and sleep bottoms back up.

Fuzzy headed and pumped full as you let him spin you round, picking your frame up until your still shakey legs wrap weakly on his hips and hes carrying you down the hall. "lets get you back to bed, All tired out now huh?"

Its fair to say you sleep better than you have in a while after that, cookies abandoned until the afternoon after a morning spent content in Franks arms. Perhaps next time you'll take his advice and let him help..

And with our dear dear Matthew? Well, how dare you interrupt his cuddle time..

"Now Sweetpea.." Matt tuts, making you startle as you turn to him stood against the far counter, unable to hide the smirk that graces his lips at the kick up of your heartbeat. "What did we talk about?"

"Matty! You gasp, flour covered hand over your chest. "You scared me."

He makes no moves, arms still crossed. "Asked you a question baby.."

You sigh, head angled down slightly as you shuffle quietly on your feet, voice a little guilty. "You Uh.. Said i wasnt to.. To bake in the middle of the night.."

"Mhmm.. Thats right." Matt nods, stepping closer to trap you against the counter. Your back pressing into the cool marble."So you wanna let me know why I've woken up to your side of the bed cold.. House smellin of sugar and cinnamon?"

"Cause.. " you start defeated; thoroughly caught as two of his fingers tilt your jaw up. A smug expression on his face at the way you melt into the touch slightly. "Cause i was baking.. In the middle of the night.. Again."

He hums, other hand making its away up your arm. "I know.. And you know i cant sleep comfortably without you.. So what're we going to do about that hm?"

"goin to.. To let me finish up.. N ill come back to bed?.." you try a little mischievously and matt cant deny it amuses him. Defiant and cheeky, thats you alright.

Except, it doesnt amuse him enough. Doesnt make him huff out the usual laugh you love. Instead his stance remains stoic, unbreaking. Too tired and unwilling to let you play your game- this messy kitchen situation is breaking into his nightly cuddle time and Matthew Murdock does not play about that with you.

"Oh good try.. Real good try sweetpea.." he coos, leaning down to kiss your forehead with something much more tender than his tone of voice. Grip on your shoulder tightening just enough to allow him to push your frame around to the couch. "But No.. No were gonna get you tired out instead. Use up all that energy in a different way.. "

And much like Frank, Matt uses up that energy quickly.

Cinnamon and sugar still hanging in the air as it mixes with the scent of sex. The honey sweet of your arousal coating his lap, your thighs, slick and shiney. The sloppy sounds from your gooey cunt sending that extra spark of embarrassment down your spine.

"Mhm there you go, that's it sweetie." matt grins, hands on your waist as he helps bounce you down on him. Plush thighs bracketing his hips as you ride him desperately. "Fucking yourself on my cock like a good girl. Feels so good doesnt it?"

Your heartbeat pounds erratically in both matts ears and your own, sweat clinging to your skin from the enthusiasm. "Matt- matty please.."

"Please what sweetpea? What'd you want me to do?" he smirks, a low chuckle sounding out at the way you shiver in his hold. He can feel the tight clenches of your cunt, feel the ripple of your walls as they quiver around him. Your close, so fucking close, but your finally getting tired. Exhaustion slowing your pace considerably.

"Oh.. Oh i get it.." Matt murmers, dropping back against the couch cushions slightly. His hips jut out a little further, feet flat on the floor as he runs a hand up your spine until it rests against the back of your neck and pushes. Scruffing you just slightly, like a misbehaved animal. "My baby's gettin sleepy now huh? Needs me to do all the work.."

You dont have time to think, let alone respond before his cock punches deep and fast. Your squeals muffled against the juncture of his neck as you little but take it. Tears brewing in your eyes as they flutter and roll. "G-gon..gonna cum, oh fuck Matty!"

Matt just grins, hand pushing your head further into his skin as you squeak and squeal, body going lax in his grip as your orgasm crests. "Yeah. Yeah you do it. Just gotta cum alright? Cum on that cock like a big brave girl, then we'll getcha to bed.."

That night you hardly remember even ending up in bed, the last thing you recall being Matt pounding inside of you so quick it was dizzying. Wearing you out so perfectly that it keeps you held in his arms past the pestering blair of your usual alarm. Cinnamon gone from the air now as your half finished dough still sits on the counter abandoned. Your soft, past out snores drawing a smug smile back to Matts lips.

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the logan holding you to sleep reblog made me melt bc i’m sick rn and my whole body’s aching so i can’t sleep at all and i’m just thinking of him or frank being super duper pooper gentle and rubbing my hips that are in searing pain and cooing at me or holding my head closer when i make a pained noise 🐳 and my pussy is tender and fucking hurts too help 🥲

Pleeeeaaaaase 🐳nonnie!!! Being sick is so fucking sucky and i hope you feel better soon<3 i send so many lo and frankie hugs, plus heres a lil something bc goood, now im thinking about the way they would both take care of you when you were sick!!

Soothing Sickness, thought's w Logan and Frank! <3

Warnings?: mostly fluffy, mentions of medicine and such, a tinnnnnny smige of smut also- just some soft, fairly undescript, over the pants stuff! <3 masterlist

So, personally I feel like Logan would be much more.. Not quite anxious? But definitely a have that sort of disposition? Especially if you didnt have healing powers/weren't a fellow mutant.

He'd hover by the bed, by the couch, the door- anywhere you are. Half because it puts his mind at ease slightly to know where and how you are at all times, and half so if you need help at all; a drink, a snack, another blanket, literally just staggering to the bathroom, He is there and ready!!

Logan is the best at keeping you distracted too- in fact he will even bargain with you to stay in bed. "Nah cmon baby, gotta stay n' rest, ain't gonna feel better if you're staggerin about for everyone" and he does a have a point.. But perhaps you feel guilty about being stuck still in bed, like its not fair on those around you for you to be so inconvenient. Which is complete rubbish So logan breaks out the big guns.. Well.. books.

"How bout this, you stay in bed n' I'll stay.. Read you whatever you want. Hell, ill think about throwin in some cuddles if your good" with a stupid little smirk bc he knows hes got you- knows you will never turn down a cuddle with him no matter how bad you feel (you'd admitted something about feeling special that he feels safe enough with you to indulge in physical contact a while back and he swears it healed something inside him) or the soothing rumble of his voice. Those big hands of his rubbing over your skin, trying to ease the physical aches your body is feeling.

And if you began to get squirmy? A little warm and a little needy from having been enveloped by his scent for so long.. Well, he's gonna take care of that too. "What's the matter, not feelin sick are ya?" instead youd shake your head slowly, a soft sniffle filling his ears. "hurts.. " and the poor guy would practically be sniffling out whats wrong with you like an alert dog, checking everything until you all but tug his arm down beneath the sheets with a tiny whimper of struggle. "Whatcha doin with my- oh.. Oh i get it.. Poor babys all achey down there too? You need me to make it better honey 's that it?" logan would murmer, feeling over the soft fabric of both your panties and sleepwear. You'd stop him as he shifted to move them, to gather direct contact, instead putting his paw like hand back over the layers. "Hurts.. But sensitive.."

With a kiss pressed to your head in understanding hes rubbing slow circles on your clit over your clothes, providing just enough friction to build pleasure in your gut. Warm and fuzzy headed he guides you to orgasm, gasping softly into his neck. "Thats my girl, my pretty baby, did go good f''me. I know.. I know thats better huh?" as you you begin to drift off against him. Thoroughly taken care of.

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Whereas our Frankie is a little more.. Prepared? Perhaps even clinical in a way. Every few hours hes plying you with medicine and warm tea for your throat, something like honey/lemon or camomile when he sees the way you refuse to sleep in favor of trying to push through.

"Aint gotta be doin laundry right now sweetheart, should be in bed." rumbled low beside your ear as he leans down, grasping a half folded shirt from your hands- too tired to protest physically.

"Gotta get it done frankie.." you try, only to hear him sigh- feel the weight of his hands begining to massage at your aching shoudlers. You stop and revel in the feeling for a moment, grumbling at the lick of pain that comes with the knots rubbed free.

Moments later you blink, trying to comprehend the fact your now off your feet and in franks arms- those hands now supporting your thighs as he carries you from the pile of laundry to the couch. Depositing you with a soft oomph! as he moves to grab at the blanket across the back.

Once sufficiently swaddled with it hes padding to the kitchen, coming back with tea; camomile if you had to guess despite not really being able to taste or smell it, and a few flu pills. Ready to get you comfortable for a nap so he can go finish the laundry you'd been trying to achive.

Except, frank doesn't get that far.

"Don' go.." he hears you sniffle pitifully, a soft hand grabbing at his forearm as he tries to walk away. Your expression filled with exhaustion that tugs at Frank's heart.

"Thought you wanted the laundry done sweetheart?"

"Mhm..Later" youd grumble, tugging again at him. "please.." The plea tugs at his heartstrings, sad and sniffley. Your eyes, filled with a sense of vulnerability, drooping the longer you peer up at him.

Frank sighs, resolve crumbling almost instantly as he sits himself down. "Alright, alright, my girl needs me huh?" you nod and his lips twitch into something like a smile. Large body open wide as he shifts to lie back against the arm of the couch. you begin to crawl your blanketed form ontop of his chest, legs between his. "Yeah, you come cuddle on up, atta girl, get all comfy"

You remain like that for a while, grumbling soft, contented sounds as his hands rub at your sore body. Shoudlers, lower back, your hips, massaged with gentle yet firm enough intent for him to think you fallen asleep if the soft puffs of your breath ment anything.

That is, until he feels you begin to rock over his sweatpant clad thigh. A broken, near Inauble sound pressing into his neck. The hands soothing over your sore hips drift up to sit at your waist with a careful squeeze. "Hey.. Hey sweetheart, whatcha doin there huh? Suposed to be nappin"

But your soft movements dont stop, the slow gentle rocks catching your core just right to feel good in your sleepy state. "Need.. Jus' wanna feel good.. Please.." you murmer into his skin, head not even lifting from the crook of his neck where you huff.

A thousand thoughts go through franks mind, most how he should stop you and get you resting. How he should be soothing you to sleep instead. But the broken, pitiful sounds you let out besides his ear makes Frank think otherwise.

So, as he always does when it comes to you, he gives in, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. "You got me sweetheart, not goin anywhere. Alright, shhh, i know. you hump away yeah? Hump that nasty feelin away sweetheart. Do whatcha need"

And you do, guided by his hands on your waist and the growing heat in your fluttering tummy. You hump at his leg in soft rocks until your own legs tremble and lips part in a quiet gasp. Shattering with a fuzzy mind and a throbbing clit.

"Oh there you go.. There it is.. Atta girl." frank coos, lips still pressing kisses to your skin as you grip him tightly. A large hand slipping to rub up and down you back soothingly. "Feelin a lil better now?"

Theres a soft mumble at fills his ears in response , arms nice and tight around you as you snuggle further into his chest. Eyes finally fluttering shut as the combination of your orgasm, the tea and medication kick in. "Yeah.. You take that nap while your all nice n' fuzzy. I gotcha."

Sigh.. Sigh i need them guys. I need them so fucking bad its not even funny.

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i’m a resident jean hater because she’s really not all that (she makes me insecure as hell because she’s tall and slim and i’m short and just a liiiittle bit stout) and plus she only has that hot demure boring energy like wheres the fun in that? boring ahh hell😹plus she’s got a fake ass MD. would logan immediately lose interest in her the second charles hires the new young social studies teacher that prances in with her big framed specs, bouncy fat rack curls and nervous disheveled bubbly personality? she has so many facts on the top of her head from all the wars he fought and what?? he also sees her in the lab??? she has a plant mutation and she dabbles in biology???? AND she was in law school????? so she’s got a mouth on her… and when he finds out by eavesdropping that she’s a virgin and a squirter one night that the girls all confess secrets he loses it, completely tuning out jean’s confessions. he wants to ruin that smart girl 🐱 so bad.

can i please take the 🐳 emoji as an anon because this is my third ask and i’m both the bathtub and glasses anon i LOVE to yap

DEAR ANNNONNN HELLOO!! god im so sorry this took so long to reply to🥲 but you ABSOLUTELY can have🐳!!!

Honest that is so real as a fellow stout girlie (despite being on the slightly taller end)

Personally I just could never get into movie jean for a litany of reasons; i was and still am so much more of a storm and rogue kinda girl. And Especially within dynamics w logan; storm as a relationship interest is everything to me. (Ill never forget or forgive for what they took from us dofp stormverine kiss getting cut)

But logan and a fairly 'innocent' mouthy smart girl??? Oh that man is following like a puppy. He his obsessed.

I feel like he would love a smart girl so much. Theres just something so alluring about someone so confident in their knowledge and skills. not to mention the cocky twang of pride that threads through him whenever he sees you correct someone on a piece of info; never condisending but explaining the actual fact to who whomever got confused. (likely poor scott which instantly wins you extra brownie points bc you?? Gorgeous and smart girl happily correcting scott on a mistake??? His knees are buckled)

But there issss another perk of him having a smart, inexperienced girl.. And thats when he can turn his smart, headstrong princess all dumb.

When simple touches from his fingers, tongue and eventually, cock can all change you from chatty, brainy and sometimes even a little bratty into a babbling, brainless mess soaking through his sheets.

Getting to finally fuck the brains right out of his cleverest girls pretty head by way of her tight puffy cunt? Truly his favorite thing at the end of a long day.

(I rambled my way through this im so sorry- is it even cohesive idk?? but i do have manymanymany thoughts on smart girl reader that i might have to expand on at some stage..)

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how does logan feel about short girls

Okay as a tall girlie this was tricky to make not sound silly (even tho it probably, looking back over it, it sound a little cliche??)

But Ohhhh he would absolutely love them!

I stand by the fact that logan, under all that gruff and grumpy exterior, is a sweetheart. He is a lover, even if sometimes he struggles with emotions or is sometimes scared of it, he loves so deeply and truly. So i, personally, view him a someone who doesnt really care for appearance. He just cares how kind someone is, if their heart is three times bigger than the world deserves.

Therefore, i do gotta say for this specifically, im feeling very early logan?? (Shock horror) The X1-2, fluffy cat hair and cosy clothes kinda vibe? Meaning He'd still love you if you were shorter, but hes loving you in the little shit (affectionate) way.

Hes standing beside you and gently (hardly even touching) resting an arm on your head or shoulder.

Hes asking how the weather is all the way down there (honestly you're not even that short- its ridiculous)

He's calling you short stack, pipsqueak or toots in conversation, careless to the little daggers your eyes glare at him. This however, does give you a valid excuse to call him kitty back tho!!

He's even, and this is we're he's a real lil shit, listening to you walking to the kitchen from down the hall and purposely placing something you're going to need higher up.. The thing is though, hes timing it so he's the only one around when it happens!! Its "A complete mystery that one bub, must be hank...or Scott.. You know, s' Probably Scott." if you then question him about how its always him around to help when this happens!!

I mean, Its not like he does it so you do that cute little stompy huff and ask him to grab it?? because why in the hells would he do that?? (And also bc god forbid you try to climb on the counters-)

He also take great amusement when you try borrow his shirts/hoodies. They dont just sit oversized.. Oh no, they fully swamp you; but at least they are the peak of comfort. Just.. Dont try on his sweats, odds are you'll break a leg from the amount of drag behind you..

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Hello 🥰🥰

Popping in to say, I love your writing 💜

I’m very new to falling in love with Frank Castle, seeing him introduced in Daredevil season two and I’m just swooning.

Thinking about him coming home, all banged up, but that’s nothing new. Your first aid kit has gotten pretty extensive. And he likes how soft your hands are, cleaning cuts, applying butterfly bandages. Jokes that maybe you should “kiss it better”, rolling your eyes and telling him that he’s barely stopped bleeding, but he doesn’t care, pulling you into his lap and telling you that you’re his favorite kinda medicine…and man is so handssyyyy

Hi hello welcome!! Thank you so much, im so so glad you enjoy my stuff! <3

Honestly the swooning of him in Daredevil is so real bc our man is looking fiiiiiine- shabby and sad in that uniquely frank way, but visually.. So goddamn beautiful anyway. Truly missed seeing him so much.

But you are SO right! He absolutely is softening the blow of him coming home hurt by trying to joke or get touchy. Hands grabbing at your waist beneath your clothes or drifting until his thumbs sit beneath your bra. Even while often bleeding from somewhere and bruised black n blue.

Yet it never ever stops you from letting him tug you close; even when you grumble at him for it.

Because Its those moments that Frank holds you like your the one bleeding. Standing between his legs or sat perched pretty on his lap.

He’s hurt sure, its visible and Jesus Christ Frank is it real, but it doesn’t phase him anymore- not after everything. You however? He sees the wall you try to build, the breath you take to steel yourself at the sight of him so banged up. Sometimes even limping through the door.

You love him regardless of those nights, how could you not? but he can always see what it causes you, see the hurt you feel for him. Its never pitty exactly, more that same pain from a bloodied bullet wound or a knifes gash that etches on your face. eyebrows cutely pinched and lips softly pouted as you insist on helping patch up.

Frank even watches the way you flinch for him, Visibily a little woozy as you hold the needle and thread for stitches in between trembling fingers. Forehead creased and nose scrunched just slightly, while he just watches, silent. The sharp pull and tug of fresh stitches hurting you more than him.

Yet the care of how you're taking it always shows in the way coos at you, grunted whispers of praise and guidance serving as a distraction to occasional sniffles.

“Atta girl, doin good.”

“Needs another stich, you see that spot right there? Good girl”

“best damn doc around, you know that sweetheart? Fixin me up real good”

"think a kiss would solve that one? No? You sure bout that doc? Heard kisses are the best medicine for that kinda thing.."

“big breaths yeah? Almost done. Proud of you”

"Who needs a hospital when you are this good? Givin em a run for their money sweetheart; ever thought of switchin career paths?"

And after? When blood has poured down the drain and his wounds are cleaned; skin stitched and holes packed? he hold you, like it was all inflicted on your body instead of his.

Large frame always pressed agasint yours in some way. Legs tangled or hands held. Once bloodied and most definetly bruised, but warm, safe. Home for another night, even if those pills he's began to hide helps dull the throb that extra bit.

But you dont have to know about those, no.. Not when hes got the best medicine around in you.

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what about…..stepdad!logan?…..😏

Anonnnnnnn🫣🤭

I know most people probably see older logan in a stepdad role (which is fair) but may i present.. 70s/dofp! Logan??? All big and bulky (mr size kink if you willllll) with that goddamn grey streak in his hair?? Thats the man i immediately see when i think stepdad logan..

Now.. i do have an idea im kinda wanting to expand on around this, so im curious- Is that anything y'all would possibly like to see at some point??

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would you do a cutie inexperienced matt murdock wih a dom reader? 👉🏻👈🏻

Oh I absolutely can anon <3!

Now i had a few different ideas for this but ended up going fairly simple?? However im not at all against dropping something else w Matt and a more dom/experienced reader if thats what y'all wanna see? Lmk? <3 I am a sucker for an inexperienced cutie!!

Warnings?: shooooort im so sorry. Sortaaa inexperienced College!Matt, Handjobs, lil swearing, boob/nip sucking and a tug at matts crucifix...

Also sorta inspired by this here linkkk :p

Theres a gentle tremble to matts legs as you sit between them, a hand clasped tight in the sheets besides his hip. The dorm room quiet aside from heavy breathes; mostly his as you shift to sit on your knees on the lumpy mattress.

Matts pants long kicked away, left in only his boxers as they strain against his hard on. Beads of precum staining the fabric the longer your eyes amire him.

Each sensation dailed high as your palm presses into the fabric; firm yet slow strokes over his length making his abs clench with every shakey breath. The soft friction on his already sensitive cock making his hips buck.

"Doin okay matty?" you coo gently, checking in.

Matt nods, throat bobbing thicky with a breathy sound, but its not enough. You need to hear him say it, need him to confirm verbally. "Yeah? Gotta use your big boy words for me so i know.."

"Im okay sweetheart," he murmers, a tiny smile cracking over his lips at your care; your heartbeat steady in his ears compaired to his own running a mile a minute. "Better than actually.."

Matt hears the smile on your face when you giggle, the sound airy and girlish as you run a hand up his thigh. The light hairs tickling against your palm before you hook your fingers in the band of his underwear.

"Alright. Thats good." you nod, tongue wetting your lips audibly as you tug them down, "But you just tell me if you need me to slow down okay?"

"Mhmp.. Yeah.." matt says, His cock slapping at his stomach at the slight lift of his body. "yeah promise."

Your mouth waters at the sight of him bare; gently toned body on display for you as you shift again. This time to lay beside him, throwing a leg over his to remain close.

"So cute all hard f''me matty.." you murmer, eyes bright at the way he reacts; Red tipped and leaking precum on his lower stomach as you finally wrap your hand around him. "Looks like it hurts"

"Yeah.. S-shit.. So hard." he gasps, head falling to the side against your own bare chest as you stroke him. The soft strands of his hair tickling against your skin.

You gasp playfully at Matts words, surprised, yet teasing. "Ooh, look at that language Mathew.." your lips press against the top of his head. Free hand smoothing over his chest, nails a soft scratch at his abdomen up, up, up until those fingers tug at his chain.

Matt makes a broken little sound, head angled back, mouth dropping open against your boob. The little gasp exhaled around your nipple as he rocks his hips up again, almost already feeling oversensitive at the way your thumb offers friction at the head of his wheeping cock.

The crucifix offering a soft glow in the moonlight as it sits against the side of your hand, a little tight on his neck as it digs in from the back. "S'okay..i gotcha matty. You just keep that pretty mouth busy and ill take care of you. Make you feel real good"

[carbonfiction]

Lil bit wine drunk and have going all fuzzy headed for frank n logan on the brain, so asks are beyond open for more thought's w either of them <33