#chat: logan

[vvidowbite]

@blackheartxmuses

It was a high priority target, one the Red Room had tried and failed to take out of commission more than once before they sent her. Natalia Romanova was one of the best to come through the Black Widow program, and once, she might have taken pride in that knowledge. Over time, the deaths had started to weigh on her though. She wanted… she wasn’t even sure what it was that she wanted. But the wanting was a problem all on its own. She wasn’t supposed to have wants or needs. She was a weapon, made of marble, trained only to do her job and do it well.

A small part of her wondered if they'd sent her to Logan Blakewood to die. It took time and observation to learn the security and his routines, but she was nothing if not patient. She assumed she wouldn't get more than one shot at this, figuratively and literally. Now, she was just waiting for him to get close enough to take it. What she assumed was his bedroom was otherwise empty. The Blakewoods were a powerful family, too powerful to risk a public assassination. If all went according to plan, she would be gone before anyone ever knew she was here.

[nymphoniah]

another little thought i had about old man!logan :3

(content/warnings: nsfw, ddlg vibes, reader is in their 20’s)

when you’re walking around with logan, you wouldn’t hold him by the hand, but by his thumb. your hand is tiny enough to wrap around his thumb, and it drives him wild.

“c’mon doll, hold onto me while we cross the street,” logan commands softly, lending out his hand for you to grab.

the finger that leads you around, when you’re doing errands, grocery shopping, walking at the park is the same exact one that brings you weak to your knees.

the same finger that rubs rough circles against your clit, that you suck on when your mouth is feeling empty of his cock. the same finger that he uses to tease your cunt.

“fuckin’ hell,” he hisses out, parting the entrance of your cunt with both of his thumbs, “you’re this soaking wet for your old man, huh?”

he dips one of his thumbs inside, taking in how your cunt absolutely drowns the digit in your arousal. you whimper beneath him, wanting more.

he chuckles at the sight and brings his thumb to his lips cleaning up the mess you made. “my little girl’s so sweet, inside and out,” he coos, making you blush an intense shade of red.

logan dips his thumb one more time back into your cunt, “need you to have a taste, princess,” he whispers into the shell of your ear, “you’re too fuckin’ good for me…”

[murdrdocs]

logan who’s like, super handsy but not in the way that it’s super PDA, but like he’s sticking his hand UP ur shirt in public, he’s got his hugeass hand around a titty in the middle of the night, he’s rubbing his beard against ur neck. i need to have him knock me up this actually cannot run

the sickest part is that, according to him, it often isn't intentional.

when he's standing in the store with you, impatience leaking from every inch of him, his mind just wanders. he's thinking about something he saw on TV a few weeks ago while you're trying to choose between two items, standing just a few inches in front of him. and whenever you ask his opinion, he steps forward, humming as he slides his hand around your hip. you don't think much of it, leaning back against his chest and holding up the two—admittedly, extremely similar—items.

but then his pinkie latches underneath your shirt and you flinch when his palm presses against your stomach. when you try to push his hand off of you, it's only because he's reaching inappropriate territory, leading up towards your bra and bringing your shirt with it.

"in public," you curtly remind him, putting one item back on the shelf and taking the other in your hand.

logan just shrugs, lowering his hand to your waist as you begin to walk away with him practically on a leash behind you. "then take me home."

and when you are home, it's basically the same. his hands are everywhere, always.

tucked under the waistband of your shorts when he has you curled up under his arm while he cooks, gripping the back of your neck when you're sitting on the couch together, holding your tit beneath your shirt while you're sleeping.

he always tells you, "it just happens," but his smirk makes you wonder just truthful that is.

[spicyboelives]

Got a Bill and Ted sketch request a while ago on my kofi,,, a most triumphant moment.

[wo-verine]

Who the fuck is making these. I just want to have a chat.

[drac0line1nn1t]

*Wade playing with baby knife, flipping it in his hand*

Logan: can you stop that bub.

Wade: you know I can't get hurt by it, right?

Logan: yes, I'm aware but it's stupid

*wade ignores him and flips the knife, he doesn't catch it and it cuts down his palm*

Wade: oops

*Logan gets up and grabs the unused first aid kit even as the cut is healed*

Wade: what are you doing, honeybadger?

*Logan grabs one of the dinosaur printed band aids (who bought these) and walks back over to wade, putting the band aid over where the cut was*

Logan: consider it a mark of shame for being fucking stupid

[livelaughghoul]

Enrolling in the school of Logan Sargeant.

Step 1: lose my job

Step 2: disappear off the face of the earth, only to be spotted in my friends instagram stories like some sort of cryptid.

Step 3: follow my husband around everywhere.

Step 4: adopt the cutest fucking puppy to exist and give it the most basic white man name possible.

[xoxo-ren-xoxo]

It will never stop being funny to me that all the big dreamsmp creators turned out either

horrible law-breaking levels of terrible

not evil but just kind of sad to watch

genuinely funny and based

Like yeah over here we have the felons, over here we have the art theft and bad merch controversies, over here we have guy who is a proud faggot now and guy who told logan paul to kill himself

[buckyscap]

will i ever shut up about poolverine marriage agenda? i dont think so

[xxplastic-cubexx]

logan on that plane when the divorcees started arguing had to have been AT LEAST one of his top 20 worst moments in life if not at least one of the most awkward like imagine not liking flying in the first place and then the plane starts being crumpled like tin foil once the metallokinetic gets frustrated and now we're all nosediving towards the middle of the ocean

[vvidowbite]

"My mind is set on you" - From Logan

"It's not like you to be so reckless." She raised an eyebrow, her skepticism plain on her face. Logan had offered her shelter and protection from the Red Room. It was a debt she'd never be able to repay, no matter how much intel she gave his family or how many missions she ran for them. It had been difficult to wrap her mind around the idea that neither was required of her. She hadn't completely trusted it at first. If they wanted her, they must want her for her talents. But they didn't. She had a special skillset though, and she preferred to use it.

She hadn't expected her attraction to him to be a problem though. Attraction was just another weapon in her toolbelt, and she found it entertaining to flirt with him. Natasha was still figuring out what it meant to be free and who she was without the Red Room's influence. She'd tried to convince herself it wasn't real. Her mind told her it was a cliche to have feelings for the man who'd saved her, but apparently that was a trope for a reason. And she wasn't alone in it. She laid a hand on his chest, unable to help herself from flirting even while she was trying to warn him away. "This could all be a lie, you know. Maybe the Red Room sent me to take down you and your family from the inside…" They didn't, and she wouldn't, but it would have made more sense than that they actually had feelings for each other.

[nymphoniah]

im gonna be telling you every single lustful thought about old man logan starting today AKSJDFJKSHDKFHKSJDHFJHSDJKFH

imagine reader being a cashier in the store at the gas station and logans over there filling up his bike and like, the heart eyes shes giving him. girlys in HEAT JSHJSHDJHKJSHKHD

the EXCITEMENT that rushes through her when logan enters the door to buy some beer. fingers brushing when he hands over the money to pay, batting her eyes at him. he raises an eyebrow at her, surprised that this pretty little thing wants him

and if he asks her what time her shift ends and waits for her? that is THEEE BEST quick fuck of her life

WELL YESSS OMFFJJFF???!!! i need that sleazy old man ASAPP

like i could see him being a regular, only stopping by your gas station, knowing the exact time you work. he doesn’t wanna admit he’s got a schoolboy crush on you—but he does!

like how could he ignore the sweet lil girl behind the register who gets flustered whenever he stops by, asking for the cheap, shitty tasting backwoods that were behind you. he didn’t mind smoking the cigars if it meant having a chat with you.

and all of a sudden, things change and you finally get the courage to flirt with him a bit, ask more about himself, about the bike he rides, why he’s always spotted alone, never with a girl with her arms wrapped around his waist?

and hear me out… quickie on his BIKEEEE??? likeeeee

[murdrdocs]

Idc how many times you’ve said it every time you mention playfighting w someone it HITS

because because because its just the thought of like the different waysss it could go, yk?

like the domestic route. giggling and play fighting. rolling around like you're in some staged WWE match, hands in fists, legs thrown over hips. shitty trash talk that undermines the strength of the other. "you think you're stronger than me?" being the central question from him. really, you probably aren't stronger than him, but you fight with the confidence that you are. a few low blows attempted, incomplete crotch kicks.

but eventually you have to be out of breath. you're laying back, wrists trapped against the bed, held there by one big hand. and you're just trying to catch your breath, manually introducing air into your lungs while you lazily blink up at the ceiling. he's hovering above you at first, but then you get a second wind, and you kick and thrash all while smiling and his hands are occupied so his only option is to lay on you. and you feel it, the strength of his cock pressing against your belly.

"you're such a fucking perv," said with absolutely no intended bite behind your bark. you really have no room to talk, either, because when you hook your legs around his waist and he slips the thin crotch of your shorts to the side, he feels just how wet you are. just how excited losing a pretend fight got you.

you're not a quitter, so you think you could turn the outcome of the battle when he's starting to think with his dick. but when you lose, again, your defeated laughter is broken up by the feeling of his tip starting to breach your entrance.

it's embarrassing how he pacifies you like this, how all it took was his dick and you're finally shutting up with no fight left in your pliant body.

[raventhebard]

If the Poolverine stops I may actually die

[lavendermoon48]

alright chat. i got nothing against ships or shipping in fact i do it a ton BUT i think the the sbg kids don't necessarily need to be in any romantic relationships. now i love tynenol and aidlyn and personally do ship them but i think that its perfectly fine is they don't become canon. i think that the kids have a really strong bond with each other and i love the fact that it's all platonic. i find platonic love to be so wholesome and beautiful. again i have nothing against any ships or potential romance i just think that sbg doesn't NEED it and i love the bond that all the kids share

[vvidowbite]

There was something almost addictive about Logan's steadiness, about how relentlessly not reckless he was. They had that in common. Natasha's job required risk, but it required far more thinking and planning and waiting--it was the part of being a spy that never made it into the movies because it was too dull and methodical for most people to tolerate. She wasn't used to finding someone as good at it as she was. If there was a possibility that Natasha was playing a role to get close to him, it was equally possible he was doing the same, but she'd discarded the theory long ago. He was perfectly capable, but he wasn't that kind of person. It seemed the only reckless thing he'd ever done was decide to protect her.

"You want me to murder you? That's so romantic," she teased, a laugh escaping even as he moved in to kiss her. She let their lips touch but didn't allow him to linger, her lips brushing his jaw as she murmured in his ear. "I could make it painless… You might even enjoy it." Her hand slipped beneath his shirt, drifting along those washboard abs. She'd seen him without a shirt before--because there was blood on it, not for any sexy reasons--but she'd never touched before. The part of her that enjoyed playing with fire wanted to see how far she could push him before he snapped. Or maybe he wouldn't. Nobody did self-control like Logan.

Reckless Bullet

Continued from here @vvidowbite

Nat was correct, Logan was not someone that was reckless, he was smart calculating and smart. He planned this, if you look up the word reckless in the dictionary, you will find a picture of both of his brothers but never Logan. There were many side to Logan, he was complicated and a mystery. Most people wondered if he was even human and if he had a heart. Many wondered if he was really related to his brothers and was just some engineered human well in their world anything was possible. The truth was Logan did have a side that care and love. That side never came out, he never had a reason to show that side until he met her. Logan did not have a reason why he protected this beautiful woman, he gave her a safe haven. If you asked him, he could not explain and he did not care about that at all. All he knew that there was something in him that made him act this way and she made him feel something too.

"Really? Then if this is a lie then don't have any regrets at all," he spoke. Logan knew he was putting his life on the line and he knew the consequences of his actions. He was ready to die and he did not care at all. Logan had never realized how alone he had been for so long, how much he wanted to feel something and Natasha was the only one who understood him. They understood each other and deep down he believed this was not a lie. He might have not suffered like her but he was trapped and forever chained to his family. All his life, he was raised to protect his family and he was his family weapon. He accepted that fate. Feelings were indeed weakness that's was his mother's words. She choose to die for her feelings and Logan is willing to do the same. He was his mother son after all. "If there is anyone to take my life, I want that person to be you," he whispered slowly before moving in to place a kiss on her lips.