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eupheme · 1 month ago

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k04. daddy kink | the way you want to

old man logan x f!reader

rated e - 2.5k

tags: situationship, possessive!soft dom logan, daddy kink, teasing/begging, logan taking an educated wish, praise kink, dirty talk, pet names, mutual unspoken pining, vaginal sex, creampie

“Daddy, huh?”

“She was joking,” You’re quick to answer - that eye contact breaking, “It’s just an expression.”

He hums knowingly, an eyebrow cocking, “You sure about that, princess?”

(or - logan overhears something he shouldn’t have.)

You can’t help the jolt of anticipation as you watch the limo pull up to the pump.

Always the same. Two times a week - sometimes more, if you pick up extra shifts. Waiting for the text to chime in your pocket, as it always did.

Feet already taking you over to the coffee machine. Filling a styrofoam cup full - black roast. The strong stuff.

Your back pocket buzzes.

Need a ride?

It’s always the same. Been that way for a few months now. His shift ending just as yours did. Offering you a ride home, something that started kindly but twisted into more the moment you bridged that gap between you.

Almost as if he had just been waiting for permission. Almost as if he thought of you the way you did him.

Wishing thinking, perhaps, but you’ve always been a dreamer.

You fire back a reply. Sometime extra, tacked on at the end.

Yes, please ❤️

The flick of your thumb scrolls through old messages, as you wait at the counter. His replies always short, but you think that’s just him.

He does reply, after all. Wry comments about the photos you send him. The baby raccoon you helped out of the dumpster, the icee incident from last week.

Some even instigated on their own, and not the result of the slow rotation you’ve found yourselves in.

The morning shift arrives, just as he comes in. Holly’s early today - her elbow leaning on the counter, content to let you finish out these last few minutes before taking over.

Logan’s eyes find yours first, with the push of the door. Already fishing out a wallet, and you know what he’ll pass you.

A crisp ten. Enough to fill his tank - always stopping when he’s half-empty.

Tells you it’s because he doesn’t want the tank to get too low, incase a client has a far drive. You wonder if it’s because it means he gets to stop by a little more often.

The sight of him still sends a thrill through you, even after the weeks have passed. Built strong - the buttons of his dark suit hanging loose, though the shoulders still pull tight as the wallet fits back into his pocket.

Beautiful, in a way that always sends your mind reeling. Mentally mixing the gold and bronze and green to match the shades of your personal muse. A stoic man, with kind eyes.

Fingers always aching to paint him, as much as they had ached to touch.

That flicker of softness in them disappearing quickly, with a narrowed glance at your coworker. The rough clearing of a throat when you nudge the coffee and a pastry his way.

Something for him. And then something for his father, Charles. Even if it was more sugar than sustenance.

Shooing away his gruff offer to pay, as you close the space between you with a grin. Giving him a glance down the deep cut of your shirt.

His dark eyes flick back up, as he finally relents.

Stubborn.

“Be out in five.” You tell him - the pastry tucked under his arm. The coffee cup small in the thick curl of his hand, another watchful glance your way as he heads out to wait.

Still passing through the glass double-doors when Holly pipes up next to you.

“God, is that him?” She tips forward, to get another look, “You’re right, he is so daddy.”

You suck air from between your teeth, regretting your overshare. A groan sent her way - her voice far too loud in the early morning.

Even if she wasn’t wrong.

There’s the sharp bite of coffee when your mouth finally presses to his. His hands working at his belt buckle - the glint of metal in your dark room, light still spilling in from the hallway.

They’re - he’s - all you’ve been able to think about. The long hours at night behind the counter. Ringing up energy drinks and hotchips with a smile. A way to help pay the bills, while you wait for the layers of oil paint dry.

Your mind running wild when you’re alone, after. The drift of your hand beneath the blankets.

Imagining those strong, scared hands twisting in your hair. Guiding you - always guiding. Showing you just what he liked, as that rough voice told you just how good you’re doing.

It itched at something inside you - winding tight when you pressed your fingers deep, until you’re muffling a moan into your pillow.

The bed dips, as he follows you onto it. His mouth finding yours again, the press of his lips familiar. The smell of cigar smoke and leather seats and the crisp autumn air as you inhale him.

His hands tilting your face so his tongue can sweep into your mouth.

You part for him.

When you draw back for breath, he is half-undone.

Loosened buttons on his shirt. A tight white tank beneath, the ribbing melding to the broad planes of his chest. A peak of dark hair at the waistband of his trousers. The silver teeth of a lowered zipper.

His hands ghost at your sides. Slipping beneath the hem of your sweater, brushing bare skin. A thumb, teasing at the edge of your pants.

“Take these off for me, baby.”

You’re quick to listen. Layers peeled away, as you shift back against the pillows. His eyes following each piece, sweeping over the revealed skin.

His own hand slipping down. Cupping himself, tugging down the elastic waistband. Swollen - hard already, as his cock bobs free. Fitting himself between your thighs, the moment they part.

Hands ghosting up, fingers denting skin.

Something weighs on his mind - you can feel it in the searching way he looks at you. An inhaled and held breath, eyes dark with want.

Wonder if it will loosen, in time. With the press of your mouth, or as he sinks inside you.

It’s become part of your routine, as well.

Little questions or confessions weaved into the moments of borrowed time he runs on. Easy to distract you - with the snap of his hips, the curl of his fingers - if you nudge too close to something tender.

His thighs inching wider, hands curving against your hips. A tug pulls you closer to where he kneels on the bed, your thighs thrown over his.

Spread open beneath him - your fingers trailing up the velvet length of his cock, where it arcs against your abdomen.

Another shift of his hips skims the underside against your clit, dampening with your arousal.

He’s taking it slower than usual tonight. Drawing things out, with the way his thumbs smooth circles against your skin.

Those dark eyes flipping up to yours. That question, slipping free.

“Daddy, huh?”

It catches you off guard. Your hips buck against his without meaning to. A sharp, inhaled breath as the way it rolls off his tongue, your body betraying you.

His eyebrow lifts with interest, expression darkening as mortification laces through you. Wasn’t supposed to hear that - a mooning admission after one too many drinks, after-hours at the bar next door.

“She was joking,” You’re quick to answer - the eye contact breaking as your head tilts, “It’s just an expression.”

He hums knowingly.

Another rut of his hips, pressing against your folds. You squirm - an attempt to flip over, to avoid having to look at him - but his hands only tighten on your hips.

An eyebrow cocks, “You sure about that, princess?”

Another bitten-back sound. You’ve never minded being like this beneath him - bare, open to the drift of his hands and his mouth.

It turned you on, this needy and messy joining. But it feels different now. Vulnerable, with the way he watches you so intently.

“Don’t tease me.” It’s a plea, as the corner of his mouth ticks up.

A shift of his hips, a hand loosening his grip so he can press his thumb against the flushed head. Guiding himself to where you drip for him.

Hips rocking slowly, eyes fixed on the way your part. How your pussy grips him, swallowing the tip as you moan.

Your breath held.

Waiting for the stretch. The sweet burn that curls into pleasure, when he seats himself deep inside you. The way you always have to make room for every inch of him, your muscles already strung tight in anticipation.

He holds himself there. Inched inside you, thumb tugging you open. A huff of a breath as you push up to your elbows, your gaze flicking between his cock and his face in question.

“Ask me for it.”

His voice is a low husk, eyes fixed on yours. Something sparking between you - a heavy, charged tension.

You’re used to begging. It comes easily - a futile wiggle of your hips, as he holds you in place.

“Logan, please.”

“Not like that.” His tongue clicks, “Ask me the way you want to, sweetheart.”

It steals you breath for a moment. Eyes narrowed as you try to discern if he’s making fun of you.

Teeth white and sharp as he smiles - voice dropping lower.

“You really think I can’t tell?”

Logan starts to withdraw, but you clench down around him. Hands overlapping with his and pressing down, to keep him where he is.

“You want Daddy’s cock, don’t you?” He rasps, “Want him to take care of you?”

He picks over the words carefully, as if trying them out for himself.

As if he’s doing this for you, and it’s enough that that tight string of worry and tension inside you frays, and then snaps.

And surely he must feel you this time, the way you clench down around him. No escaping what he does to you, not like this.

“Yes,” You breathe, “Want you to fuck me, daddy.”

The word pitches high, as his hips punch forward. Your nails biting into his hands, leaving half-moon marks.

“Atta girl.” Logan grits, enveloped in you.

Every inch nestled deep inside. A needy and pretty little thing, with the way you gasp and moan and squirm for him.

Even more so when his hands travel down. Hitching one leg, and then the other, over his broad shoulders, as he leans into you. One hand planted next to your head, the other curving around your ankle, pinning you in place.

A experimental thrust, and it feels like he’s in your guts. Your moans strings out, as he bends you in half.

Until all you can see is him, all you can feel is the way he keeps you full with the shallow shifts of his hips, as he ruts into you.

“Feel good, honey?” He grits, as if he needs to know.

And maybe he likes doing this for you. Hearing what it does to you - from the praise that slips from you, to the slap of his hips against yours.

Proof that he exists inside your mind, for longer than these brief moments - that in some way, you need him as much as he needs you.

Knowing that no one can fuck you like he can.

“Yes, daddy.” You sigh, leaning into it now.

Blissed out, as his cock nudges against a soft and sensitive spot inside you. Tightening around him, as his weight presses you into the mattress.

All the worries and stress off the day ebbing, as he makes you forget about everything else.

“Should have known,” Logan rasps, with the pump of his hips, “Always so fucking wet for your old man.”

His words twist inside you, a moan loosening in your throat.

He’d said something like that before. The first time you’d invited him inside, and he had come so willingly.

Only pausing as his lips had ghosted against yours, just inside the door. Something low, rumbled out.

“'m an old man, sweetheart.” Strong hands gripped your hips - you hadn’t been sure if it was to pull you closer, or push you away, “Sure a sweet thing like you wants this?”

“Not that old.” You had huffed against his mouth.

Not too old to show you a good time, you’d been sure. Been proven right, night after night. Spiraling into something more, his presence tinting your life like a rose-colored campitura.

Logan had laughed as if you’d said something funny, right before he had kissed you - that low rasp that still makes your toes want to curl.

Your fingers fit between your thighs now, the tips pressing circles against your clit. A grunt pulled from him as your breath hitches, your other hand fisting in the pillows under your head.

“Filthy little thing, aren’t you?”

The pleasure spikes, “Only for you.”

Your answer makes him growl. Makes him fuck you harder, eyes greedy as he watches the bounce of your breasts, the mark between your eyebrows deepen.

Possessive.

“That’s right, sweetheart,” He rumbles, “Only for me.”

He’s grinding against that spot inside you. Your folds slick beneath your fingers, your hand moving faster as something bright burns inside you.

A flutter of a laugh is pulled from you, eyes going half-lidded, “Gonna make me come.”

His hips stutter once against yours. Fingers tightening around your ankle, as his eyes drag from the needy press of your fingers to your face.

“That right?”

Hips snapping just a little harder, as you whine. Your grip tightening in the pillowcase as you pant, your drawn-out hum of assent quickly unraveling.

“Come on daddy’s cock, sweetheart,” Logan coos, “Been thinking about this all night.”

And it’s this that sends you over. His words, that admission he thinks of you. The coiled tight spring inside you snapping, as you writhe and squirm beneath him.

Unable to do anything but take him. The deep grind of his cock, as he feels the way your cunt flutters around him. The pulse of your clit beneath your touch, fingers curling up against your abdomen when it becomes too much, when all you can do it try to rock back against him.

“There you go. That’s my girl.”

His low growl filters through the white noise that buzzes in your head. Blending with the moan that pulls from you - pitching high, his name lost in your pleasure.

“Let me hear how good it feels.”

It’s bliss. The way ankles slip from his shoulders as he leans to kiss you. Hungry, as his thrusts turn shallow and sloppy.

Teeth nipping against your shoulder, your neck, as his mouth wanders - as if he can’t help it. Broad hands coming to grip at your hips, tugging you to meet him.

“Fuck, baby. Got me close already.” It’s growled against your skin, an open-mouthed kiss pressed against your throat, “Tell daddy you want it.”

It comes out desperate - a low rumble when you clench around him, legs hitching higher around his waist. Ankles crossing behind his back - driving him deep and keeping him there.

“Want you to come in me, daddy,” You echo him, sweetly. “Love feeling you inside me.”

You can feel the way he shudders, as your arms loop around his shoulders. His breath hot against your skin, strong muscles stringing tight beneath your touch.

Logan won’t admit it, but you’ve learned to read him, too.

And with the way he moans - fingers biting into your skin, as he spills himself inside you-

You’re willing to bet he liked it as much as you did.

always so weak for men calling themselves daddy, so here we are!! thank you so much for reading 💖

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pretty-little-mind33 · 26 days ago

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Logan Howlett x fem!reader

summary: You're under the influence of an unknown plant and things take an unexpected turn.

warnings: reader is under an aphrodisiac, age gap considering Logan trained her and he's ancient, protective!Logan, swearing, unprotected sex, riding, dry-humping

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"Fuck," Logan curses, holding you in his arms as he runs to the plane. He'd told you not to wander, to stay focused, but you never listen to him when it's important. You're lucky he'd seen you when he did, just as that plant sprayed you and you collapsed to the ground.

Something was wrong. He could fucking smell it.

"Y/n?" Logan whispers, resting you in the seat as his hands cradle your head. The look in your eyes is vacant and you blink at him. Logan keeps caressing your cheeks, his hands shaking from worry.

"What happened?" Scott asks a completely normal question, entering the plane followed by Jean and Ororo.

"Shut up," Logan snaps at him, his gaze still focused on you as he sees the sweat dripping down your forehead and how much you're squirming. Soft whimpers fall from your lips as you thrash in Logan's hold, trying desperately to unzip your suit.

You're too warm.

"Can't you see she's ill, asshole?!"

Scott holds up his hands in defense as he rolls his eyes. Jean walks over, pressing a hand to your forehead as she frowns. "Can you help her?" Logan asks desperately. His mind is racing, your scent becoming stronger and stronger. He's having a hard time ignoring it.

Jean shakes her head. "N-not with something like this—it just has to pass—I'm sorry—" she whispers, sending you a sympathetic look as your eyes widen and you squirm harder, thighs clenching as moans fall from your lips.

You feel like you're on fire.

Logan curses, kneeling beside you as he keeps you firmly in your chair and prevents you from ripping at your clothes. He shuts his eyes, trying to ignore your moans and the pheromones you're emitting. You're aroused. So aroused and it's overwhelming his senses.

"Shh, bub," he caresses your hair, holding you down as the plane flies back to the school, "I know. I know it hurts," he says, still keeping his eyes shut because if he looks at you he might lose control.

"Lo-logan?" you whimper, nails clawing at his hands, "N-need—"

"I know, shh, we're almost there," Logan growls, his voice harsh. He tries to keep you quiet, knowing how humiliated you'll feel when you find out this has happened in front of everyone. As your friend and the person who'd trained you, it's Logan's duty to watch over you.

His thumb runs over your lip, keeping your sounds quiet as he looks into your tear-filled eyes and your lips atattch to his fingers. You keep squirming.

Once the plane has landed, Logan wastes no time in picking you up and rushing you to your room. Gently, he sets you on your bed, sitting you up and looking into your eyes.

They're cloudy now and the effects seem to be worsening. You grab his shirt, pulling him down as his knee dips the mattress in between yours and he groans, steadying himself with his arms beside your body.

Logan knows that look in your eyes all too well.

"Sweetheart," he mutters, shaking his head.

You clutch onto him, your clothed pussy now rubbing against his knee. You can't help yourself and Logan knows this. He moans softly, head dipping as his hair falls over his eyes. This is wrong. He knows how wrong this is.

"L-lo," you moan in his ear, trying to satisfy the ache. "Please, lo, please—"

You're begging is making this so much harder for him and he gives in a little, adjusting his knee to give you more friction. You're practically dry-humping him now and he feels so perverted. He wraps his hand behind your head, bringing your forehead to his lips. "Shhh, there, you're okay."

You shake your head. "N-no–more–please—"

Fuck, he can't do this, he tells himself and yet, minutes later he finds himself laying on your bed, cock buried deep inside your dripping cunt as you bounce on him frantically, chasing a high that will take your pain away.

Logan's hands grip your hips as he tries to control himself and not lose control of his claws and hurt you.

"Y/n, slow down," he almost whimpers. He's afraid you're pushing yourself too far.

"Feels so good, thank you," you whine, nails digging into his shoulders as your bouncing slowly begins to slow down. You're becoming tired and by the clenching he feels around his cock, you're also close.

Logan grits his teeth, trying to hold on for you but it's hard when you're practically using him.

"Shit, fuck, honey," he groans as you finish with a cry, burying your face in the crook of his neck as your tears wet his neck. You bite down on his shoulder, the effects of the plant finally beginning to fade. Sweat dampens his hairline and he catches his breath, wincing from the pain of your bite.

He feels you tense as you slowly regain some sense. He soothes a hand up and down your back. "Y/n?" he whispers.

You make a pitiful sound and slowly sit up. Your hair is a mess and you're still seated on his cock. You scramble off him, eyes wide. Logan sits up and grabs your wrist before you can run out of your room— "Hey! It's okay—"

You're humiliated. You remember what you did; throwing yourself at him and riding him like an animal. Logan sees your expression and his eyes soften. He gently pulls you closer and embraces you. "You're okay," he promises, "I wanted to help you."

"I'm sorry," you whimper into his shoulder again.

Logan clicks his tongue. "None of that, alright? I should be sorry for giving in. You weren't in your right mind."

You stay silent, just shaking your head to reassure him that he hadn't done anything wrong as you hug him tighter.

He soothes you, keeping you close, and when you press your cheek into his shoulder, Logan sighs. He inhales your scent for what he thinks is the last time. He doesn't want to let you go, he can't imagine not having your body warm against his, and unbeknownst to him you feel the same.

"I got you," he murmurs and you tighten your arms around him even more.

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lostalioth · 2 months ago

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☆ hi my loves here we go with a what 3rd or 4th i don’t even know attempt at doing kinktober lmaoo. now as always i can never seem to finish kinktobers which is why i lower how many days i do as well as i pick a variety of characters to write for so i don’t get bored writing all month for the same 3-4. the same as last year i will plan on posting a fic sort of every other day so (sun, tue, thur, sat) which is why it’ll be 18 days and not 31. if you recognize any as repeats in last years kinktober prompt lists, yes i carried some over from past lists that i didn’t get to.

☆ i do not do taglists on any of my fics and kinktober is no expection however you can follow my library acc → @aliothslibrary i reblog all my fics on that account seconds after i post it, and only my fics so if you wanna be notified of my posts for kinktober follow that acc and put notifications on :) you can also search up the tag #lostalioth kinktober for all my past kinktober fics etc.

☆ MY BLOG IS 18+ MEANING MINORS PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT!! ALL OF THESE FICS INCLUDE SMUT AND EACH WILL HAVE THEIR OWN INDIVIDUAL WARNINGS.

day one → body worship + love marks w/ roommate!stucky

day two → dry humping + handcuffs w/ steve harrington

day three → high sex + bribery w/ eddie munson

day four → bondage + fingering w/ tasm!peter parker

day five → creampie + master kink w/ loki laufeyson

day six → face sitting + thigh biting w/ marc spector

day seven → piercing + cock worship w/ bucky barnes

day eight → pain kink + praise w/ dean winchester

day nine → obsession + belly bulge w/ logan howlett

day ten → overstimulation + hand job w/ sub!miguel o hara

day eleven → semi-public sex + against a wall w/ steven grant

day twelve → dacryphilia + corruption w/ perv!bsf!eddie munson

day thirteen → cock warming + begging w/ steve harrington

day fourteen → free use + primal play w/ logan howlett

day fifteen → lap dance + choking w/ mob!bucky barnes

day sixteen → edging + sir kink w/ steve rogers

day seventeen → caught masturbating + anal w/ sam winchester

day eighteen → double peneration + drunk sex w/ steddie

☆ hope you enjoy my babes!! please send me feedback, don’t be shy to comment or reblog your reactions to the days as i love seeing how you guys feel about my fics :) thankk you so much for reading and supporting my writing if you do and if you don’t for whatever reason that is perfectly fine as well!!

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avocado-writing · 24 days ago

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Kinktober #23

23. Licking // Degradation // Breeding (Old Man Logan x Reader)

Logan knows he should use protection.

He’s pretty sure you’re on the pill. He goddamn hopes so, anyway, he’s far too old to be a father. His bones ache with age in a way they never have done before and the idea of knocking you up terrifies him, if he’s honest.

But.

Oh, lord knows he is weak when you spread your soft little legs, look up at him with those doe-wide eyes and bat your eyelashes. They’re so thick and heavy, like a pair of butterflies that have alighted on you, ones he wants to feel flutter against his skin when you bury your face into his neck.

Your cunt is always so warm and welcoming. What sort of man would be he if he didn’t give himself over to you, body and soul? Anything to make you smile, make you happy. His perfect little thing. His. His.

“Logan…” you sigh, an emphasis on the o as he slides into you, so hard he has to bite his lip with enough force to draw blood so he doesn’t come on the spot. He lets you both settle: you to adjust to his size and him to your heat, and then he slowly begins to move his cock in and out of you, luxuriating in the sweet grip of your cunt.

“You like that, huh?” he chuckles as you writhe and wriggle beneath him, simultaneously feeling like it’s too much and not enough. He knows you want every facet of himself he has to give and even then you will still be hungry for more Logan, Logan, Logan.

You nod, scratching your bitten nails down his back and leaving lines which don’t fade as fast as they used to. Nocking your ankles together over his hips to keep his thrusts shallow and hard, the scratchy hair at his base rough on your clit.

And then there they are: those doe eyes. The eyes he’d die for.

“Logan… finish inside?”

The conversation you have every time. He wants to say no, he argues against it without much force.

“Baby, you know I shouldn’t…”

“Please, please, please… wanna feel you… wanna feel you come deep in me, flood me with it, Logan… put a baby in me…”

He can smell the ripeness in your blood. If he comes inside of you it’ll be more dangerous than usual.

But.

“Please?” again, desperate, pretty eyes filling with tears. Oh god damn it, he is so weak. He drops his hand to play with your clit until you flood him with an orgasm, then follows it with his own, shot deep inside your swallowing cunt. You gasp in pleasure and hold him close when he collapses, not bothering to slide out of you, instead locked in this intimate caress.

“Love you, Lo…” you sigh, dreamy, empty-headed.

“Love you too, baby.”

It would be nice to see you round with him. Then nobody could argue who you belong to.

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2kiran · 2 months ago

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𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓’𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝑺𝑪𝑨𝑹𝒀 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄?

this series contains top male reader. (#24aztober)

𝐄𝐑𝐀 𝐎𝐍𝐄

track I. shotgunning ͙۪۪̥ logan howlett.

track II. double penetration ͙۪۪̥ könig.

track III. mask + daddy kink ͙۪۪̥ keegan russ.

track IV. deepthroating ͙۪۪̥ miguel o’hara.

track V. size kink ͙۪۪̥ spider-man noir.

track VI. filming + humiliation kink ͙۪۪̥ ghostface.

𝐄𝐑𝐀 𝐓𝐖𝐎

track VIII. breathplay ͙۪۪̥ wade wilson.

track IX. blood kink ͙۪۪̥ vampire slasher.

track X. somnophilia ͙۪۪̥ din djarin.

track XI. fear play ͙۪۪̥ slasher könig.

track XII. pain + glove kink ͙۪۪̥ logan howlett.

track XIII. public sex ͙۪۪̥ bruce wayne.

track XIV. gun play ͙۪۪̥ sebastian krueger.

𝐄𝐑𝐀 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄

track XV. face-fucking ͙۪۪̥ ghostface.

track XX. sex pollen ͙۪۪̥ keegan russ.

𝐄𝐑𝐀 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑

track XXXI. monsterfucking ͙۪۪̥ zombie ghost.

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moonlight-prose · 16 days ago

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Hi hi. 🫶 Hope you’re having a good Halloween! I guess I’m here for the mini drabble celebration lol. If it’s okay, I’d like to do 🎃 + Logan Howlett, maybe something leaning towards comfort. I need that man to hug me or something. Surprise me with whatever version of him lmao.

hello babes! halloween is chill today and not all that exciting. but i'm doing a movie marathon with me myself and i tonight so that is plenty of excitement ngl. hope it's fun af on your end. and honestly getting hugged by this behemoth of a man would heal so much.

When it comes to hugs. Full bear hugs that lead to him pressing you down into the couch cushions, his head in the crook of your neck and hands kneading your hips, it's worst!Logan who does it best. He's affectionate without needing to feel embarrassed anymore. He's been through enough, survived far too much, to feel that familiar burn of shame for wanting physical touch.

It's after a long day. Not the kind that leaves him sweaty and bloody and dripping with adrenaline. But the kind that drags on his soul. The exhaustion of two hundred years biting at the back of his neck, tugging him towards sleep that could very well last two days.

You never expect him to do it. Never on guard for a massive lumbering man to flop beside you on a couch barely big enough to fit the average human. Yet you find that complaining would only make him stop, and that's the last thing you want.

"Need to touch ya," he mumbles, eyes hazy with sleep and body slumped with the weight of being a hero still stuck on his shoulders.

"In what way-"

You barely get the question out before he's on you. Legs twining with yours, arms scooping you up into a full body hug, and face nuzzling into your hair with a sigh. He's warm. Overheating the close proximity to a point of near suffocation, but you find that it would be a lovely way to die.

Looping your arms around his neck, you bury your nose into his shoulder - lips dragging along the bare skin with a grin. Sated. Content. Entirely at ease with a life spent indoors with him.

send me a 🎃+ a character and i’ll write you a short blurb!

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st4rfckerz · 1 month ago

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October 14th - Petplay

Tell Me (Logan Howlett)

word count: 1.0k

warnings: mdni 18+, petplay, praise, slight humiliation, mention of a leash, pet names, spit (?)

a/n: this is my first time writing something like this so hopefully i did it some justice 🙏

You slip into the living room, the creak of the wooden floorboards underfoot echoing through the silence. Xavier's school has always been a place of comfort, and the living room is no exception. It's a cozy space, with plush couches and an inviting fireplace. You're surprised to find Logan sitting there, the dim light from the fireplace casting an orange glow over his stern features. You stand near the doorway, trying to decide whether to make your presence known. After a moment's hesitation, you clear your throat softly, drawing Logan's attention. His eyes flicker up to meet yours. You wonder what he's up to, sitting in the living room in the middle of the night, cigar in hand.

“Hi.” you greet, your hip still glued to the side of the wooden walkway. His eyes skim over your sleepwear, taking in the tank top that barely covers your torso, your panties that hug your hips, and then his dog tags. You're not sure if it's a coincidence or if he's aware that you're wearing them, but you feel a sudden heat rise to your cheeks.

Logan's eyes linger on the dog tags for a moment longer, a smirk curling at the corner of his lips.

“Hi,” he acknowledges, his voice a low rumble. There's an unspoken question in his eyes, as if he's wondering why you're up. “You always walk around here like that at night?” Logan asks, his voice laced subtly with amusement.

You shake your head, a slight blush creeping up your cheeks. “No, not always.” You nervously shift your weight from one foot to the other, wondering if you should head back to your room.

Logan nods, his eyes still lingering on the dog tags around your neck. He loved seeing you wear his tags, it let everyone know you were his.

After a moment of awkward silence, Logan finally breaks it, already knowing what you're after, but needing to hear it from you. “Why are you up?” he asks dryly. You can see how the firelight dances in his eyes, the intensity of his gaze making your heart race. He takes a final drag of his cigar, then crushes it out in an ashtray on the coffee table.

“Just wanted to see you.” You fidget with the hem of your tank top, feeling more exposed than ever.

His heart swells at your sweet voice. Logan loves hearing you talk like this, always too shy to say what you really need, he thinks it’s adorable. He spreads his legs in his seat, leaning back and gesturing with his fingers for you to come closer.

“C’mere.” There's a hint of warmth in his voice, and you can't help but feel a small thrill at his invitation.

Just as you're about to take a few steps forward, Logan holds up a single finger “Aht, crawl.” He instructs, his voice gentle but firm. You're momentarily confused, but you find yourself complying, feeling a bit of embarrassment as you slowly get down on all fours and make your way towards the couch.

“There you go, good girl.” Logan praises you, his eyes meeting yours as you look up at him. Your rosy cheeks only seem to deepen as you continue to meet his gaze, your eyes wide and glossy, like a deer caught in headlights. You're acutely aware of your own heartbeat, feeling the slight pulsing in your ears.

“Sit,” Logan commands, and you obediently settle onto your knees in front of him. Your heart races as you wait for his next move, your eyes never leaving his. “Listenin’ to me so well baby.” Logan leans forward, his large hand gently caressing your cheek.

“Tell me what you want, Sweetheart.” his voice rumbles. His hand remains on your cheek, as if to make sure you're paying attention to him. Your heart races as you stare into his eyes, the intensity of the moment making it hard to find your voice. You know you want more, but the words catch in your throat, almost making it hard to breathe. You don't answer, instead, pouting as you continue to look up at him meekly. Logan's hand leaves your cheek and grabs the dog tags you're wearing, tugging on them roughly. His voice hardens.

“Tell me what you want, or you won't get it.” The urgency in his tone makes your heart beat even faster, and you know you have to speak up. The growing arousal inside you is becoming unbearable, your body practically buzzing with need. You felt like you could explode at any given moment.

“You, I need you Lo.” you whisper, your voice barely audible. Logan smirks, a wicked glint in his eyes. “You make it sound like that was so hard,” he teases, releasing his grip on the dog tags.

Logan pats your cheek, a small smile of approval on his lips before leaning back and undoing his pants. You watch, mesmerized, as his large hands work at the thin drawstrings, revealing the thick outline of his erection.

He pulls his cock out of his pants, the strong, thick shaft standing proudly. “Spit.” he instructs. You swallow hard, your eyes flickering between his eyes and his engorged dick. You part your lips, letting a small amount of saliva pool in your mouth, before you spit into his palm.

You squeeze your legs together, a low whine escaping your lips as you watch Logan slowly stroke himself. Your body aches for just something, your nipples hardening under the thin fabric of your tank top.

“God, I oughta put you on a leash,” Logan groans. “Stick your tongue out for me baby.” He orders, his eyes never leaving your face. You obey, scooting forward and extending your tongue as far as it will go, your lips parted in anticipation.

He brings his cock over to your cheek, slapping against it with a wet smack. He does the same with your tongue, the hot, wet tip of his cock smacking against it. You lick your lips, tasting the salty precum, and your arousal grows even stronger.

“I know what you need baby, I know,” His hand strokes his cock once more, his other hand reaching down to cup his balls.

“Just let me cum on that pretty face and I’ll give you a treat okay?”

#nai writes ୨୧ #kinktober 24 #logan howlett x reader #logan howlett x you #logan howlett blurb #logan howlett drabble #logan howlett smut #logan howlett #hugh jackman #st4rfckerz

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dorkszn · 2 months ago

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WELCOME TO KENNTOBER 24’. WE HAVE FIVE FULL DELUXE TRACKS READY FOR YOU TO ENJOY DURING YOUR SPOOKY SZN. SO SIT DOWN, RELAX, GRAB SOME SNACKS, AND MAKE SURE TO LEAVE SOME SUPPORT.

ONE ( 1ST — 7TH )

title. 3-6-5, PARTY GIRL!

pairing. old man!logan howlett x fem reader

synp. logan’s lived a long life. he knows what parties are like. and he knows that skirt is way too short for you to wear it to one.

cw. dub-con, subbot reader, hair pulling, brat reader, mean logan, fingering, manhandling, unprotected sex, creampie, feminine black reader, age gap ( reader is in 4th year of college ), petnames

TWO (8TH — 14TH)

title. run rabbit

pairing. logan howlett x male!reader

synp. run as fast as you can, if he catches you, he gets to do whatever with you

cw. bunny boy reader, dub-con, outdoor sex, subbot!reader, mean dom logan, feral logan, dacryphilia, face fucking, oral, pet names, choking, breeding, cum eating, size kink, hair pulling, biting

BONUS ( 15TH — 17TH )

title. how they eat you out

pairings. mike schmidt x female reader, vanessa afton x female reader, william afton x female reader

cw. oral, face riding, car sex, office sex, bondage, overstim, petnames

THREE (17TH — 24TH)

title. SHE

pairing. stu macher x male reader x billy loomis

synopsis. the blinds wide open so he can see you in the dark when you're sleepin'. naked body fresh out the shower, uh, and you touch yourself after hours. ain't no man allowed in your bedroom, you're sleeping alone in bed. but check your window, he's at your window.

cw. subbot reader, threesome, himbo reader, choking, dacryphilia, oral, handjob, degradation, double penetration, biting, stalking, knife play, blood kink, dubcon, they’re kinda mean

FOUR ( 25TH — 31ST )

title. YOU GET ME CLOSER TO GOD

pairing. origins!logan howlett x male reader

synopsis. capture you and hold you until you’re retrieved. those were logan’s only given instructions. but it’s hard to stick by those when you’re the most fun he’s had in a while.

cw. werewolf mutant reader, bottom reader, violence, blood, hate sex, dry humping, choking, lots of claws, biting, bondage, little to no prep, reader has a healing factor, slightly feral reader which also makes logan slightly feral

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rambosgirl · 21 days ago

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Logan x Mermaid reader Moodboard

#I'm thinking about this 24/7 #but I still don't have ideas for it #logan x mermaid reader #logan howlett x reader #wolverine x reader #logan wolverine #logan howlett #logan x reader

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ramp-it-up · 1 month ago

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I feel like falling in love. 🥰

So this might be a thing…

#i feel like falling in love #falloween #ramp-it-up falloween #ramp-it-up kinktober ‘24 #bucky barnes #Syverson #ari levinson #steve rogers #logan howlett #wolverine #maybe #just a few fics might happen #this month #x reader

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eupheme · 26 days ago

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k06. free use + somno | use your love

old man logan x f!reader

rated e - 2.4k

tags: free use, possesive!logan, somno, kitchen sex, car sex, masturbation, oral, spitting, light encouraged choking, cock warming, creampie, feelings

There’s already a throb in his cock when his fist twists the doorknob. Some sort of conditioning. The unspoken way that he knows that you’re his.

Plucking at this deep, possessive streak that he never knew he had, until he started losing everything. Everyone.

Or maybe it just feels good to admit that he wants something. To allow himself to take something that’s offered so freely. To finally feel something, after months - years - of tamping everything down.

(Or - you and Logan have a certain, unspoken arrangement.)

There’s a certain sense of relief knowing that you’re waiting for him.

An outlet for the frustration that simmers inside. A prickle under his skin, teeth gritting a little too hard. Another night of playing nice. A chauffeur for dickheads that he would’ve threatened to stab through, a lifetime ago.

Back when things didn’t matter, the way they did now. Before the weight he carries. When a brawl at a bar would an inconvenience at best - that ache of pain that healed with a breath - instead of something that would have him down for days.

Never liked killing, deep down. Just never had to worry about it like this before.

Achingly aware of how he’s slowed. The groan of his joints, the pull of his muscles. Knuckles swollen, as he grips the steering wheel, pulling up in front of the smelting plant.

It’s still early. Still needing his headlights to navigate the backroads, eyes narrowed in the pale, rising sun.

The crunch of his steps against gravel is the only sound, as he heads inside.

There’s already a throb in his cock when his fist twists the doorknob. Some sort of conditioning. The unspoken way that he knows that you’re his.

Plucking at this deep, possessive streak that he never knew he had, until he started losing everything. Everyone.

Putting Charles first. Grieving silently. Keeping secrets.

It’s familiar, how he finds you. Even as the days grow shorter, the desert heat lingers. The thin sheets twisted around your legs.

An invitation, in the way you’re already stripped bare - a glint of silver between your breasts.

He always looks for it.

That silent sign you’ve come up with. An encouragement to take what he wants, when he wants it.

Only once had you taken his dog tags off, since he gifted them to you. He can still remember your glare as you ripped them from your throat, slamming them down on the bedside table.

He had pissed you off. Said something shitty. Leaving you to fume.

But you had still come back to him, in the night. Letting him write out apologies between your thighs. Murmured in your ear, as he ground himself into you.

Forgetting by morning. You always were forgiving. Knows you deserve better, but he’s been an old dog for a long time now.

Hard to change, even though he tries.

He lingers now in the doorway, for just a second.

Should eat something, can’t remember the last time he did. Something packaged, taste secondary to the fuel that he needs more than ever, as he slowly knits himself back together.

Used to taking whatever he could find, before you.

There’s leftovers in the fridge, but all he can think about is how he bent you over the counter as you waited for the timer to wind down.

How you laughed and squirmed as his chest pressed to your back, when he surprised you. Slipping into stifled moans, as his fingers dipped beneath your waistband. His mouth against your throat, lips pressed against the flutter of your pulse.

The food tastes better when he remembers the way you had cried out his name, his cock halted inside of you. Almost burnt dinner, with Joe distracted you were.

But that will have to wait, now that he’s seen you.

Would love to wake you up. Hear the morning-early rasp of his name. The scratch of your nails against his shoulders - ones that might linger for hours instead of seconds.

Finds that he doesn’t mind getting a little marked to, as long as it’s you that’s doing it.

But you look so sweet, sleeping on your side, and he loves the little moans you make as he tries not to wake you up. Tongue fitting between the cleft of your thigh as he hikes your leg a little higher. Bending himself down to the mattress - ignoring the dull ache in his back - so he can fit his mouth fully against you.

He’s become greedy, over time. Resource-guarding affection, teeth bared in a snarl.

Needing that proof that you want him. Still so focused on all your little signs, even if you’re his to take.

Another lick, feather-light. Resisting the urge to press himself flush. Work his tongue into your pussy, until he can taste himself from last night.

Knows he has your sleep schedule fucked up. Finding moments in the liminal space at dusk and dawn. His edges softened with sleep.

Heavy-limbed, as your ass pressed against his front, earlier. Squirming, teasing, until he had pulled you astride him. Looking every bit an angel with the way the setting sun haloed around you, his eyes half-lidded as his morning dawned.

“Go on, sweetheart,” He had rasped, voice low, “If you need it that bad, then ‘m sure you can put in a little work.”

His salvation glinting between your tits with each bounce - your moans pitching high as your nails bit into his chest.

It’s returned, now. Palms curving where your thigh meets your ass. Cupping and squeezing, angling you until he can taste your dampness against his mouth.

Always so fucking responsive. Your hips flexing in their sleep, when he dips down to tease at your clit.

Letting your dreams swirl in and out, winding with pleasure as the taste of you swells against his tongue. Skin turning slick beneath the spit that he lets drop from parted lips.

Making sure you can take him. You always can, always do. But his cock throbs at the thought of slipping so easily into you, the wet and warm heat that awaits him.

Another bitten-back groan as his mouth covers you again, and it’s then that you stir.

He meant to give you a little more time. Let you come from just his mouth, wake from your dreams with a shout as you pulse against his tongue.

Hands squeezing your thighs, keeping you in place for a little longer. The sleepy cadence of your breath turning short, sharp, as you’re brought back out.

His name mumbled out in your sleep, and it’s enough that he’s tugging at his belt, loosening the buttons.

Layers peeled off and kicked down at the edge of the bed, leaving them to them crumple on the floor.

Hand rough as he fists his cock, another drop of spit smeared across before his thighs nudge yours wider. You shift easily, belly-down, with the guidance of a rough palm against your hip.

And for a moment, he just looks.

Admires.

A hand coming down heavily against your ass. His palm molding to flesh, soft skin giving as he tugs you open.

Pretty little holes that he can’t get enough of stuffing full. A rough groan in his chest as his other hand works faster, squeezing at the leaking head. A thumb shifting down to press at your folds, until he can see you clench in your sleep.

Empty. He can fix that.

Angling himself down, until he’s nudging at your hole. Smearing himself against spit and slick, watching how the tip just eases inside you. How you clench instinctually around him.

A soft sound pulls from you then, as he sinks a little deeper. Watching how you stretch tight around him, as he disappears into your wet warmth.

Pulled from sleep by the time he’s pressed flush, your fingers digging into the sheets as your back arches.

Awoken from a pretty dream, only to find it true. Already you’re trying to take more. Eyes heavy-lidded as your head turns, trying to see him in the golden blush of dawn.

“Feel so fucking good, sweetheart.”

Fingers splay out against your waist. Dimpling your curves as he squeezes - a reminder that you are only flesh and bone, beneath him.

Heat and warmth and rushing blood in your veins, as he inches out, only to drive deep.

“Logan.” You squirm, each rock of his hips dragging you out of your haze.

Your ass sways, as he sets the pace. The syrupy-slowness gone, when you use your leverage to meet his thrusts. Face buried in a shared pillow as you muffle your sounds.

"Lemme hear ‘em." He husks, pitching forward - a low rumble as he keeps you pressed flat against the mattress, “Come on baby, wanna hear what I’m doing to you.”

Another rut of his hips, as his forearms settle on either side of your ribs. A hand slipping beneath, cupping a soft breast as his nose skims up the base of your neck.

Inhaling you, how his own scent clings to your skin. Melding with the sweet musk of your arousal - he’d bottle it up, if he could.

You moan, at the squeeze of his hand. At the heavy slap of his balls against your clit, sticky from the arousal that drips from you.

Calloused fingers pinching at your nipple, as the beast inside him growls, whines, then goes silent. That anger ebbing, with the way you clench down each time he slips from you, as if trying to keep him inside.

Another whine, when his elbow plants by your arm, his hand spanning loosely beneath your jaw. The ball chain cool against his skin, where the silver hooks around his thumb.

An urge to taste you again, and he does - a groan at the way your lips part so quickly for him as he angles your face to his.

The moan he swallows when his tongue brushes yours, how he knows you’re close with the way you string tight beneath him.

“Fuck, I missed you.” It’s breathed out against his lips, your fingers mapping his. Encouraging his hold to tighten around your throat, until you’re fully anchored in his grasp.

Almost an embrace. Could be, if he let himself soften. Instead, his hips snap harder against the soft flesh of your ass, and he hears the whine it pulls from you.

“Just like that. Don’t stop.” Your nails prick the back of his hand, your voice strained, “Oh my god, I’m so close-“

Doesn’t think there’s anything that could drag him away. Spearing himself again and again, the head of his cock grinding against a spot that makes your eyes roll.

A spot that has you panting, murmured pleas that turn into broken moans.

Doesn’t know when you got him so wrapped around your finger, but he’s curled firmly around each knuckle. A growl in his throat, his own release nipping at his heels.

Holds back just long enough to feel you tremble beneath him. The way you arch into his weight, loosening the moan you held back before. Brought over the edge by the rocking weight of his cock, the pinch of his fingers.

Pride washes over him, as you leak around his cock. The tight pulse thrumming as he fucks you through the waves of pleasure, soaking in your pitched-high cries. His life went to shit years ago, but even in the throes of exhaustion he’s never grown tired of pulling them from you.

He can do this, at least.

“Fuckin’ choking me, sweetheart.” He grunts, that tell-tale tightness in his belly. An urge to pin you down, hips pounding until he’s finally spilling inside you.

Letting the fire in his veins burn off the last of the thorns that sank into his skin throughout the day.

You let him.

He lets himself - face buried in your neck ask he finds that rough pace again. The slick slap of his hips as you pant beneath him.

“Please, Logan.” Your voice buzzes against his palm, “Wanna help you. Use me-”

Been using you a long time. Dependent now on the reassurance. On the way you look at him, touch him - so fucking soft. Soft beneath him now, as his groan pitches low.

“Gonna fucking come, baby.”

It’s gravel-rough, teeth gritting as you tighten around him, “Gonna keep it inside, yeah?”

“Yes.” You beg. Tugging at his palm until it loosens, until you press your lips to his skin. Across his knuckles, tongue dipping between - slipping against sensitive skin.

It’s dangerous, being that close.

It makes him come - hand wrenching away just as his claw threaten to prick through. Just able to hold them back, as his hips drive flush against yours.

A ragged moan muffled against your skin as Logan holds himself deep - letting your walls milk his orgasm from him. Fingers pinching into skin, as he keeps you in place, still enough that you can feel each throbbing pulse as he fills you.

He missed you too.

Always does.

The hours away are spent going over memories like snapshots. Ones that cling to him, his limo.

The echo of you on top of him, in the backseat. A payment you didn’t have to make - he’d take you anywhere - but you were all too willing to.

Eager to prove to him you could take it, as your nails bit into his suit. Still dripping out of you, pooling against soft fabric, when your face nuzzled into his lap as he drove you back home.

Knuckles pinched white around the steering wheel, as you kept him warm in your mouth.

Didn’t have time to take you a second time before he had to leave, but it didn’t stop him from fitting those fingers inside you - making you squeal as he fucked himself deeper, just before his evening began.

Stroking himself to the thought, each and every night he was away. Never could get enough.

It all leads back to this.

His arm bands around your stomach. Still nudged flush, as he eases you both onto your sides.

He’ll eat, later. Fingers drifting, as they dip. Not ready to go again just yet - he’s slowed, in his old years.

But his fingers can still fit against you. Swirling against slick skin as you moan, until he can feel you clenching down around him again.

Drifting off after, with his cock still buried deep. With his cheek cradled against the top of your head, an arm slung across to keep you close.

Never had enjoyed sleeping. A means to an end, everything he pushes down loosening - flashing vividly behind closed eyes.

Not until you. Not until this.

The nightmares going hazy, then quiet, when he wrapped in you the way exhaustion curls around him. A day, finally ending.

Hoping that if he dreams, it will be of you.

Just can’t get enough.

Even now, still using you.

thank you so much for reading!! 💖

#logan howlett x reader #logan howlett x you #logan howlett x fem!reader #logan howlett #old man logan #old man logan x reader #logan howlett smut #kinktober #kinktober 24

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froggibus · 4 months ago

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MORE WADE AND LOGAN PLSSSSS CAN WE GET THEM (POLY) DATING A SHORT READER HCS??? TYYYY

Short! S/O - Logan Howlett & Wade Wilson

Pairing: Logan Howlett x short! gn! reader x Wade Wilson

Genre: fluff

CW: poly relationship, teasing, short jokes, Logan picks us up, protective boys, size diff

| Ryan Reynolds & Hugh Jackman are both 6’2 so I am gonna go off of that (i know Logan is short in the comics but just let me dream pls :,) |

YES YES OF COURSE!!! there’s almost nothing I love more than writing a short/small reader cause I myself am not short :,) but it’s nice to pretend. god both of them are so tall I just wanna stand between them & feel safe ^^ thank you so much for the req!!

they’re such bullies i’m so sorry

expect a TON of short jokes (mostly Wade)

and expect them to parry anything you say with “you’re short” (mostly Logan)

you will always be their arm rest, you have no say in it

standing in line? Logan’s leaning his arm on your shoulder.

at a party? Wade’s propping himself up on the top of your head

Logan LOVES how short you are too and manhandles you at any opportunity

if you’re being a brat, he won’t hesitate to remind you that he is bigger than you

whether that’s him throwing you over his shoulder or just standing real close to you so you can see the height difference up close & personal

as soon as Wade sees Logan in, he can’t help himself—he’ll slide up on your other side and smush you between the two of them

they’re such teases they’ll talk about you like you’re not completely stuck between them

“nice weather we’re having, hey?”

“oh yeah, real nice bub”

they’ll keep chatting until you’re whining and pushing against them to just get out

Wade LOVES putting things on shelves too high for you to reach just so he can watch you struggle

and Logan the absolute menace will lean against the wall with his arms crossed and watch you hop to reach your phone charger

they’ll sit there and watch you struggle until you turn on them with sad eyes and suddenly they’re racing to get it down for you

these mfs are so protective they will not leave your side whenever you go to parties/the bar

one of them is glued to you 24/7 (even when they’re not physically with you, they’re watching you too)

and anyone in the general area (07) knows not to fuck with you

on especially hard days, your size is just what they need

coming home from fighting crazy strong villains & mutants to their cute short s/o? nothing better in the whole world

masterlist

if you enjoy content like this, interactions go a long way!! likes, comments & rbs are always appreciated ^^

#deadpool headcanons #deadpool x wolverine #deadpool x reader #deadpool and wolverine #deadpool #wolverine #wolverine x reader #wolverine x you #wolverine Headcanons #Wade Wilson #Wade Wilson x reader #Wade Wilson x you #logan Howlett #logan Howlett x you #logan Howlett x reader #deadpool x y/n #marvel x reader #marvel headcanons

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slushycoookie · 1 month ago

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Kinktober Day 6 ~ Free Use

Logan Howlett x Fem! Reader

Summary: Logan really enjoys Free Use. Minors DNI!

A/N: Man, this is what of the ones that I reread a few times bc I really liked this one. Enjoy!

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Logan was using you a lot.

And by a lot, you mean every single day.

You brought up the idea of constant consent, wanting to have the opportunities to use each other whenever they could. To help with those random urges you and him may have and not be worried if the other didn't feel the same way. Logan was open to the idea.

“I haven't had a lot of urges recently, sugar.” He admitted, scratching the nape of his neck. “I don't want to disappoint you.”

You wave him off, “It's okay! Don't force yourself either. I thought this would be fun to try.”

Since you started, you had your hand in using him a few times. Sucking him off after he just got out of the shower. Water droplets on to your pj's when you make him come at the middle of the door frame. Or when he just got back home from a mission and you're being fucked right by the front door. Face pressed against it as he willingly pounded into you.

But Logan had you beat.

You could blink and somehow you found yourself in a position, taking Logan's cock and forgetting about whatever you were doing before this.

If you were watching a movie, the film would be ten minutes in before you're suddenly on his lap. Logan’s hands on your plump thighs, fucking up into you. Slick noises filling the room as his head was buried in your breasts under your shirt while you’re bouncing in tandem with his movements.

Another time, you two decided keep yourselves entertained by playing a board game. Getting the pieces set up, ready to play for a few hours. Only for twenty minutes to pass and the board was on the floor. Pieces scattered all over while you and Logan go at it on the table. The wooden furniture shaking as he roughly thrusts into you. His face into your neck and claws unleashed as an excuse to make sure you two don't fall off. Only to end up breaking the table in half once he climaxes.

“I'll get us a new table.” He said against your head, but you were too fucked out to care right now.

It surprised you because you couldn't stop thinking about what Logan said that he may not take advantage like that. Yet, here you are, checking to make sure he didn't wore out your birth control. Every day you were practically stuffed with his seed. Be it the morning, afternoon, or night.

You wanted to make sure you weren’t getting worn out from his advances. You weren't a mutant, you didn’t have the stamina to keep up with him. You knew getting huge amounts of rest was key as the muscles in your body ached.

That’s why you were taking it slow while making dinner in the kitchen. Adorned in a cute little apron, a shirt dress and slippers. Throwing all your ingredients in a slow cooker. Logan wasn’t going to be back home until later, much to your relief, so you can rest up from him making love to you in the shower earlier this morning.

You perked up hearing the door open, seeing your man come back not even two hours later.

“You’re back early.”

“Class was canceled.” He pulled you to his body and kissed you with passion. The entire kitchen a little disorganized from your cooking but Logan didn’t care as he bent you over the counter. His hands bunching up your apron and dress while placing open mouth kisses along your back. You whine when he removes your panties, while unzipping his own pants.

Logan’s fingers dip inside you and he could still feel the remnants of his escapade with you earlier. His amused chuckles send shivers down your spine.

“Hope you have room for more.”

Your mouth gapes when he pushes into you and you grip the counter to keep from being jostled. Logan has a strong grip on your hips as he rams into you. Your full ass smacked against his pelvis, on the verge of being sore.

“Mmh, Logan…” You murmur, eyes in the back of your head while you take his cock.

“Hmm? You need something, princess?”

If you did, you couldn’t say it. Mind empty from his advances. You proceed to keep babbling as he’s pressed along your back now, hand wrapped around your throat to angle your face up. Logan’s looking down at you now while keeping that same pace. A sensation follows between your thighs, his rough fingers playing with your clit.

You close your eyes, unable to keep your eyes on him. Logan doesn’t demand you to keep your eyes on him as he groans, rubbing your clit to get you to climax. You wiggle in an attempt to escape, but he doesn’t let you and your high pitched whine occupies the room. Your sex constricting around him. Logan falters, not too far behind when his cum coats you once more.

Your body aches in a good way as the cold countertop helps you cool down. Logan kisses your neck, commenting at how good you did for him. When you try to move, you almost fall. He’s instantly on you, face filled with worry at what he’s done to you.

“Fuck. Fuck, I over did it, didn’t I?” Somehow, you couldn’t speak, body deciding that you over did yourself. You just shook your head, but that wasn’t enough for him. “You can’t even fucking speak. I’m sorry, sugar. I’ll hold back for now on.”

As much as you wanted to say no, you couldn’t help but be relieved. You just needed to get yourself together for a couple of days. You can be proud at how long you lasted though.

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Kinktober #6

6. A/B/O Heats or Ruts // Sadism-Masochism // Anonymous Sex (Old Man Logan x Reader)

You see him at the bar most nights that you’re there, nursing a whiskey and keeping to himself. On the occasion he deigns to lift his gaze from his drink you always feel it on you, hot and heavy and oh so aware of every movement you make.

You like it. Your skin lights up beneath him, a little static dancing over you where his eyes settle. But every time you turn back to your fiancé and his dull friends and try to be interested in a conversation they have no intention of including you in.

Why do you suffer through it? Well, things have been this way for so long now that you don’t know what they’d look like were they to change. Grit your jaw and bear it, it’s only the rest of your life, after all.

The man closes the gap the first time you enter the establishment alone. You swig down your beer, bitter and nasty but the cheapest thing they sell, grimacing at each hoppy mouthful. After a long moment he pulls back the stool in order to settle in next to you at the bar and you’re intensely aware of the size of him.

“No boyfriend tonight?” he rumbles, broad fingers raising his glass to his lips.

“Fiancé,” you correct half-heartedly. Is he still your fiancé? It was a pretty vicious fight you got in not two hours ago, and right now the ring on your finger feels like a shackle. He picks up on your unease and chuckles, and oh, it is a lovely and rich sound.

“Mmm, sure.”

The two of you lapse back into silence, nursing your drinks.

“We got into an argument,” you confess when you feel like more words are necessary. The stranger cocks a brow.

“He seems like an asshole.”

“What would you know?” you ask, desperate to defend for some reason. Pride, perhaps. He finally fixes you with a look, sunken hazel eyes boring into your soul. You are transfixed.

“Seen the way he treats you when you’re out together. Like you’re an annoyance. A second thought. Doesn’t deserve you, sweetheart.”

When his warm hand moves to rest on your thigh you don’t make any effort to shake it free. You let it stay there, possessive. You tap your nails on the pocked bar and consider his words.

The stranger moves in, closing the stale air between the two of you. His breath is warm on the shell of your ear as he speaks, gravelly velvet.

“Does he even make you come, honey?”

You should throw your drink in his face and slap him. Instead you feel your cheeks get warm.

“No,” you confess, a whisper. The stranger looks quietly smug at knowing this before you could even voice it. He swallows down the last of his liquor before standing, holding the hand that was on your thigh out to you as an invitation.

“Let me take care of you.”

You eye your beer, decide not to finish it, and take his hand.

“Can I get your name?”

“Maybe if you like what I do to you,” he states and your cunt floods.

He leads you out to a limo in the empty parking lot, sliding the key inside the door and holding it open for you. You cock your head to the side, silently asking a question.

“The driver,” he chuckles. Fuck. Yeah, okay, after hearing that laugh, he can do whatever he damn well likes to you. You’re going to fuck this limo driver in the backseat and he’s going to make you forget your fiancé’s goddamn name.

The moment you enter into the limo he’s upon you. The door slams behind him as he holds your head in his hands, bringing your mouth to his for a rough kiss, claiming you as his. You let him as his beard scratches you. His tongue swipes against your own, hot and tasting of rich liquor, and his hands go for your jeans. You buck up into his touch and let him strip you without complaint, let him explore every inch of your skin he unveils. His hands are calloused but tender, caressing each new part of you he unveils, and when he touches between your legs? Oh, heaven. Heaven.

Your clothes thrown across the backseat and him still fully in his suit he fucks you with his fingers, one hand pistoning in and out of you, the other rubbing rough circles on your clit. Your orgasm hits you with such force that it’s like a freight train - your head thrown back and eyes blurry with tears and stars as you squirt up the length of his thick forearm. Another one of those delicious chuckles as he licks his fingers clean.

“Did you know you could do that, baby?”

You shake your head, desperate for a repeat of it. The stranger doesn’t leave you hanging. He wrestles with his fly just enough to free his cock, hard and red and dropping with need for you. The size of it is something to behold but you don’t get a chance to adjust before he’s lining himself up and slowly pushing inside. Each inch is a gorgeous stretch that takes your breath away, his hand stroking your hair as he talks you through it.

“That’s it, sweetheart. There we go. You’re being so fucking sweet for me, hm? Letting me fuck you in the back of my limo like this… you’re dirtier than anyone’s ever imagined…”

When he reaches his lips to yours you can taste the orgasm he kissed off of his own fingers. You moan into his mouth as he starts to move, the glorious length of him the pinpoint of your entire universe. Pulling out to the tip, slamming back home, whispering strings of filthy praise in your ear. All you can do is hang on and trust him to take care of you, the way he has once already.

It isn’t long before that sweet pressure builds up again. His cockhead brushes the inside of your walls and you come all over his cock, drenching the front of his suit in a way he looks pleased by. His grip tightens as he finishes inside of you, spilling inside of you hot and thick. You feel utterly claimed. You have been ruined for anyone else.

He helps you sit up and redress, offering you an unopened bottle of water. A moment of silence passes as the smell of sex settles into the leather seats.

“I’ll drive you home…”

Your grip on his forearm is vice-like.

“Take me back to yours,” you beg. It doesn’t matter that you don’t know his name, you don’t need to. He’s taken better care of you in one night than your fiancé has in years.

He softens at the pleading in your voice, those hazel eyes tender.

“Okay, sweetheart. Okay.”

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