thinkinonsense

[thinkinonsense]

- taking turns.

pairing: x trilogy!logan howlett x fem!reader x ironman 2!natasha romanoff

cw: p in v, spanking, slight voyerism, dirty talk, dom!nat, switch!logan, sub!reader, oral (fem receiving), slight jealousy, spitting, creampie, strap on sex, squirting, bickering

a/n: may or may not be working on a few different logan x f!reader x natasha fics based on their different variants. hope you all enjoy <3

── ⭑ ☆ ⭑ ──

no matter what it was, logan and natasha couldn't share if their lives depended on it. the three of you have been living together for a couple months now and it seems as if every day they are bickering over something stupid like the television remote, the last baked good that you made, and most importantly, you.

"lo..." you whimper against his lips. "we should wait for nat to come home."

the air was hot and heavy between the two of you. honestly, neither of you two know how it began. one moment you are both watching a movie then the next moment, he has you pinned down underneath him on the couch.

"she won't be back for hours, princess..." he mutters between little nips along your neck. "and i need you now."

ever since the three of you started this relationship, you've set some basic ground rules. one, both parties are solely interested in you; which was easy considering their distaste for each other. two, no one on one time. everyone gets treated the same. both of them liked to watch you crumble every chance they got, even if they weren't the ones doing it.

now, there were a few rare occasions were the rules have been broken. like that time where nat and you did a girls getaway for a weekend or that other time when logan bent you over in his office while nat went on a mission in d.c.

"i can smell how much you want me too." logan groans, grinding his covered crotch against yours. "c'mon, honey... natasha will forgive you."

one of his big hands snakes its way under your shirt to squeeze your breast, distracting you enough to give in. logan then picks you up in his arms and takes you into your guys bedroom. clothes are thrown all around the floor during the process until you're left in your bra and underwear and he's left in just his jeans and boxers. the moment logan lays you down on the bed, you flip the two of you over with a thud against the mattress.

"there's my needy girl." logan smirks, watching you kiss and bite down his neck and chest.

you don't respond in words, only a soft moan as you sink your teeth into his bicep. logan groans, tugging your hair a little to pull you off which only turn you on more.

"dirty little fuckin' thing." he chuckles as you watch your bite mark disappear in seconds. "you needed this more than me, huh?"

he sits up to kiss you but before he gets the chance, you shove him back down against the mattress.

"shut up." you giggle.

once you get his jeans off and he's left bare under you, you slip off your panties and line him up to your entrance. not even fully adjusted to his length yet before logan hears keys jiggling in the door.

"f-fuck, right there." you sigh, slowly moving your hips and finding the perfect rhythm.

down the hall, natasha kicks off her heels and follows the heavenly sound of your whimpers. logan sees nat in the doorway, watching you ride him on the bed.

"so tight for me, princess." he groans with his head thrown back. his thumb made its way down to your button, circling it as he thrusts up into you.

nat makes her way over to the bed, watching you like her prey. too caught up in your own pleasure to realize that it's her hands on your hips, moving you up and down on logan's cock.

"were you this fuckin' needy that you couldn't wait for me to get home?" she asks, breath ticking your neck.

"i-it... fuck, it was l-logan's idea." you pout.

"don't lie, дорогой." she tsked at you. "you'll only make your punishment worse."

without another word, she shoves you down until you are chest to chest with logan. unbeknownst to you, nat and him share a look before she nods; her finger tips trace up your spine until they grip your hair, pulling your head back as logan starts to fuck up into your tight wet heat.

"n-not fair." you pout with a whimper.

"and who said that we have to play fair?" natasha's palm strikes down on your ass.

your back arches at the mix of both pain and pleasure that they give you. her hand slides up your breast, squeezing and pinching your nipples while logan's thumb circles your clit.

"p-please, p-please let me come." you moan, feeling yourself near your high.

"nuh-uh." natasha hissed, slapping logan's hand away from your clit. "you know the rules when you misbehave."

no matter how mean natasha gets, she always makes sure that you're cared for. she is quick to sink her canine teeth into that sweet spot on your neck while rolling your nipples in between her fingers.

"she's so fuckin' pretty, tasha." logan grunts while thrusting harder into your weeping cunt. "should get a look at her."

she lifts up and over you, gripping your chin and pulling your head back to look at you.

"open up, дорогой." she smiles wickedly down at you.

with eyes rolled back, you blindly obey her order as she spits onto your tongue. just as that happens, logan twitches before spilling inside of you. his hands held your hips so tightly, sure to leave bruises tomorrow.

"alright, howlett..." nat glares down at the man. "it's my turn."

logan smirks, not upset in the slightest. if anything he enjoyed seeing this side of the two of you. nat gets up to finish stripping herself of her clothes while logan lifts you up carefully, placing a tender kiss on your lips. you attempt to keep him close, knowing only he can reel natasha in from whatever punishment she has in store for you.

"p-please, lo." your lip quivers as you plead to him with a fucked out gaze.

"sorry, princess." he chuckles. "can't save ya' from her now."

as he gets up, he grabs a cigar off the nightstand and lights it as natasha walks back over to you. the familiar feeling of silicone slaps your puffy clit, making you wince.

"natty, i'm so close..." you whimper, wrapping your legs around her waist. this motion allows the silicone to slip past your opening with ease thanks to logan's release still dripping out of you.

"what makes you think i should let you?" she smiles down at you before beginning her erratic thrusts, almost as brutal as logan's were.

"b-been good, p-promise." you pout, scrunching your nose and trying not to cum without her permission.

"you really think that fuckin' howlett was a good thing?" she asks.

"don't get jealous, tasha." he grins, teasing her.

"she wasn't moaning this loud when you were inside of her." she quips back in response.

"no fighting." you struggled to say, too fucked out at this point.

the sound of your moans broke up their bickering. nat's right hand slides up and around your throat, squeezing just the way you adore.

"g-gonna..." you warn, distracted by a vision of stars as natasha's other hand rubs your clit. never have you felt such an intense wave of euphoria wash over you.

by the time you could even open your eyes again, natasha's abs are covered in your slick and so were logan's thighs from inches over. both of them stare at you with lustful dark blown out eyes. with two fingers running up her abdomen, natasha collects your slick and pushed them past her smeared red lipstick.

"my turn, tasha." logan is quick to say, taking her place.

well, at least they were learning to share.

[thinkinonsense]

- taking turns.

pairing: x trilogy!logan howlett x fem!reader x ironman 2!natasha romanoff

cw: p in v, spanking, slight voyerism, dirty talk, dom!nat, switch!logan, sub!reader, oral (fem receiving), slight jealousy, spitting, creampie, strap on sex, squirting, bickering

a/n: may or may not be working on a few different logan x f!reader x natasha fics based on their different variants. hope you all enjoy <3

── ⭑ ☆ ⭑ ──

no matter what it was, logan and natasha couldn't share if their lives depended on it. the three of you have been living together for a couple months now and it seems as if every day they are bickering over something stupid like the television remote, the last baked good that you made, and most importantly, you.

"lo..." you whimper against his lips. "we should wait for nat to come home."

the air was hot and heavy between the two of you. honestly, neither of you two know how it began. one moment you are both watching a movie then the next moment, he has you pinned down underneath him on the couch.

"she won't be back for hours, princess..." he mutters between little nips along your neck. "and i need you now."

ever since the three of you started this relationship, you've set some basic ground rules. one, both parties are solely interested in you; which was easy considering their distaste for each other. two, no one on one time. everyone gets treated the same. both of them liked to watch you crumble every chance they got, even if they weren't the ones doing it.

now, there were a few rare occasions were the rules have been broken. like that time where nat and you did a girls getaway for a weekend or that other time when logan bent you over in his office while nat went on a mission in d.c.

"i can smell how much you want me too." logan groans, grinding his covered crotch against yours. "c'mon, honey... natasha will forgive you."

one of his big hands snakes its way under your shirt to squeeze your breast, distracting you enough to give in. logan then picks you up in his arms and takes you into your guys bedroom. clothes are thrown all around the floor during the process until you're left in your bra and underwear and he's left in just his jeans and boxers. the moment logan lays you down on the bed, you flip the two of you over with a thud against the mattress.

"there's my needy girl." logan smirks, watching you kiss and bite down his neck and chest.

you don't respond in words, only a soft moan as you sink your teeth into his bicep. logan groans, tugging your hair a little to pull you off which only turn you on more.

"dirty little fuckin' thing." he chuckles as you watch your bite mark disappear in seconds. "you needed this more than me, huh?"

he sits up to kiss you but before he gets the chance, you shove him back down against the mattress.

"shut up." you giggle.

once you get his jeans off and he's left bare under you, you slip off your panties and line him up to your entrance. not even fully adjusted to his length yet before logan hears keys jiggling in the door.

"f-fuck, right there." you sigh, slowly moving your hips and finding the perfect rhythm.

down the hall, natasha kicks off her heels and follows the heavenly sound of your whimpers. logan sees nat in the doorway, watching you ride him on the bed.

"so tight for me, princess." he groans with his head thrown back. his thumb made its way down to your button, circling it as he thrusts up into you.

nat makes her way over to the bed, watching you like her prey. too caught up in your own pleasure to realize that it's her hands on your hips, moving you up and down on logan's cock.

"were you this fuckin' needy that you couldn't wait for me to get home?" she asks, breath ticking your neck.

"i-it... fuck, it was l-logan's idea." you pout.

"don't lie, дорогой." she tsked at you. "you'll only make your punishment worse."

without another word, she shoves you down until you are chest to chest with logan. unbeknownst to you, nat and him share a look before she nods; her finger tips trace up your spine until they grip your hair, pulling your head back as logan starts to fuck up into your tight wet heat.

"n-not fair." you pout with a whimper.

"and who said that we have to play fair?" natasha's palm strikes down on your ass.

your back arches at the mix of both pain and pleasure that they give you. her hand slides up your breast, squeezing and pinching your nipples while logan's thumb circles your clit.

"p-please, p-please let me come." you moan, feeling yourself near your high.

"nuh-uh." natasha hissed, slapping logan's hand away from your clit. "you know the rules when you misbehave."

no matter how mean natasha gets, she always makes sure that you're cared for. she is quick to sink her canine teeth into that sweet spot on your neck while rolling your nipples in between her fingers.

"she's so fuckin' pretty, tasha." logan grunts while thrusting harder into your weeping cunt. "should get a look at her."

she lifts up and over you, gripping your chin and pulling your head back to look at you.

"open up, дорогой." she smiles wickedly down at you.

with eyes rolled back, you blindly obey her order as she spits onto your tongue. just as that happens, logan twitches before spilling inside of you. his hands held your hips so tightly, sure to leave bruises tomorrow.

"alright, howlett..." nat glares down at the man. "it's my turn."

logan smirks, not upset in the slightest. if anything he enjoyed seeing this side of the two of you. nat gets up to finish stripping herself of her clothes while logan lifts you up carefully, placing a tender kiss on your lips. you attempt to keep him close, knowing only he can reel natasha in from whatever punishment she has in store for you.

"p-please, lo." your lip quivers as you plead to him with a fucked out gaze.

"sorry, princess." he chuckles. "can't save ya' from her now."

as he gets up, he grabs a cigar off the nightstand and lights it as natasha walks back over to you. the familiar feeling of silicone slaps your puffy clit, making you wince.

"natty, i'm so close..." you whimper, wrapping your legs around her waist. this motion allows the silicone to slip past your opening with ease thanks to logan's release still dripping out of you.

"what makes you think i should let you?" she smiles down at you before beginning her erratic thrusts, almost as brutal as logan's were.

"b-been good, p-promise." you pout, scrunching your nose and trying not to cum without her permission.

"you really think that fuckin' howlett was a good thing?" she asks.

"don't get jealous, tasha." he grins, teasing her.

"she wasn't moaning this loud when you were inside of her." she quips back in response.

"no fighting." you struggled to say, too fucked out at this point.

the sound of your moans broke up their bickering. nat's right hand slides up and around your throat, squeezing just the way you adore.

"g-gonna..." you warn, distracted by a vision of stars as natasha's other hand rubs your clit. never have you felt such an intense wave of euphoria wash over you.

by the time you could even open your eyes again, natasha's abs are covered in your slick and so were logan's thighs from inches over. both of them stare at you with lustful dark blown out eyes. with two fingers running up her abdomen, natasha collects your slick and pushed them past her smeared red lipstick.

"my turn, tasha." logan is quick to say, taking her place.

well, at least they were learning to share.

[thinkinonsense]

- taking turns.

pairing: x trilogy!logan howlett x fem!reader x ironman 2!natasha romanoff

cw: p in v, spanking, slight voyerism, dirty talk, dom!nat, switch!logan, sub!reader, oral (fem receiving), slight jealousy, spitting, creampie, strap on sex, squirting, bickering

a/n: may or may not be working on a few different logan x f!reader x natasha fics based on their different variants. hope you all enjoy <3

── ⭑ ☆ ⭑ ──

no matter what it was, logan and natasha couldn't share if their lives depended on it. the three of you have been living together for a couple months now and it seems as if every day they are bickering over something stupid like the television remote, the last baked good that you made, and most importantly, you.

"lo..." you whimper against his lips. "we should wait for nat to come home."

the air was hot and heavy between the two of you. honestly, neither of you two know how it began. one moment you are both watching a movie then the next moment, he has you pinned down underneath him on the couch.

"she won't be back for hours, princess..." he mutters between little nips along your neck. "and i need you now."

ever since the three of you started this relationship, you've set some basic ground rules. one, both parties are solely interested in you; which was easy considering their distaste for each other. two, no one on one time. everyone gets treated the same. both of them liked to watch you crumble every chance they got, even if they weren't the ones doing it.

now, there were a few rare occasions were the rules have been broken. like that time where nat and you did a girls getaway for a weekend or that other time when logan bent you over in his office while nat went on a mission in d.c.

"i can smell how much you want me too." logan groans, grinding his covered crotch against yours. "c'mon, honey... natasha will forgive you."

one of his big hands snakes its way under your shirt to squeeze your breast, distracting you enough to give in. logan then picks you up in his arms and takes you into your guys bedroom. clothes are thrown all around the floor during the process until you're left in your bra and underwear and he's left in just his jeans and boxers. the moment logan lays you down on the bed, you flip the two of you over with a thud against the mattress.

"there's my needy girl." logan smirks, watching you kiss and bite down his neck and chest.

you don't respond in words, only a soft moan as you sink your teeth into his bicep. logan groans, tugging your hair a little to pull you off which only turn you on more.

"dirty little fuckin' thing." he chuckles as you watch your bite mark disappear in seconds. "you needed this more than me, huh?"

he sits up to kiss you but before he gets the chance, you shove him back down against the mattress.

"shut up." you giggle.

once you get his jeans off and he's left bare under you, you slip off your panties and line him up to your entrance. not even fully adjusted to his length yet before logan hears keys jiggling in the door.

"f-fuck, right there." you sigh, slowly moving your hips and finding the perfect rhythm.

down the hall, natasha kicks off her heels and follows the heavenly sound of your whimpers. logan sees nat in the doorway, watching you ride him on the bed.

"so tight for me, princess." he groans with his head thrown back. his thumb made its way down to your button, circling it as he thrusts up into you.

nat makes her way over to the bed, watching you like her prey. too caught up in your own pleasure to realize that it's her hands on your hips, moving you up and down on logan's cock.

"were you this fuckin' needy that you couldn't wait for me to get home?" she asks, breath ticking your neck.

"i-it... fuck, it was l-logan's idea." you pout.

"don't lie, дорогой." she tsked at you. "you'll only make your punishment worse."

without another word, she shoves you down until you are chest to chest with logan. unbeknownst to you, nat and him share a look before she nods; her finger tips trace up your spine until they grip your hair, pulling your head back as logan starts to fuck up into your tight wet heat.

"n-not fair." you pout with a whimper.

"and who said that we have to play fair?" natasha's palm strikes down on your ass.

your back arches at the mix of both pain and pleasure that they give you. her hand slides up your breast, squeezing and pinching your nipples while logan's thumb circles your clit.

"p-please, p-please let me come." you moan, feeling yourself near your high.

"nuh-uh." natasha hissed, slapping logan's hand away from your clit. "you know the rules when you misbehave."

no matter how mean natasha gets, she always makes sure that you're cared for. she is quick to sink her canine teeth into that sweet spot on your neck while rolling your nipples in between her fingers.

"she's so fuckin' pretty, tasha." logan grunts while thrusting harder into your weeping cunt. "should get a look at her."

she lifts up and over you, gripping your chin and pulling your head back to look at you.

"open up, дорогой." she smiles wickedly down at you.

with eyes rolled back, you blindly obey her order as she spits onto your tongue. just as that happens, logan twitches before spilling inside of you. his hands held your hips so tightly, sure to leave bruises tomorrow.

"alright, howlett..." nat glares down at the man. "it's my turn."

logan smirks, not upset in the slightest. if anything he enjoyed seeing this side of the two of you. nat gets up to finish stripping herself of her clothes while logan lifts you up carefully, placing a tender kiss on your lips. you attempt to keep him close, knowing only he can reel natasha in from whatever punishment she has in store for you.

"p-please, lo." your lip quivers as you plead to him with a fucked out gaze.

"sorry, princess." he chuckles. "can't save ya' from her now."

as he gets up, he grabs a cigar off the nightstand and lights it as natasha walks back over to you. the familiar feeling of silicone slaps your puffy clit, making you wince.

"natty, i'm so close..." you whimper, wrapping your legs around her waist. this motion allows the silicone to slip past your opening with ease thanks to logan's release still dripping out of you.

"what makes you think i should let you?" she smiles down at you before beginning her erratic thrusts, almost as brutal as logan's were.

"b-been good, p-promise." you pout, scrunching your nose and trying not to cum without her permission.

"you really think that fuckin' howlett was a good thing?" she asks.

"don't get jealous, tasha." he grins, teasing her.

"she wasn't moaning this loud when you were inside of her." she quips back in response.

"no fighting." you struggled to say, too fucked out at this point.

the sound of your moans broke up their bickering. nat's right hand slides up and around your throat, squeezing just the way you adore.

"g-gonna..." you warn, distracted by a vision of stars as natasha's other hand rubs your clit. never have you felt such an intense wave of euphoria wash over you.

by the time you could even open your eyes again, natasha's abs are covered in your slick and so were logan's thighs from inches over. both of them stare at you with lustful dark blown out eyes. with two fingers running up her abdomen, natasha collects your slick and pushed them past her smeared red lipstick.

"my turn, tasha." logan is quick to say, taking her place.

well, at least they were learning to share.

[thinkinonsense]

- taking turns.

pairing: x trilogy!logan howlett x fem!reader x ironman 2!natasha romanoff

cw: p in v, spanking, slight voyerism, dirty talk, dom!nat, switch!logan, sub!reader, oral (fem receiving), slight jealousy, spitting, creampie, strap on sex, squirting, bickering

a/n: may or may not be working on a few different logan x f!reader x natasha fics based on their different variants. hope you all enjoy <3

── ⭑ ☆ ⭑ ──

no matter what it was, logan and natasha couldn't share if their lives depended on it. the three of you have been living together for a couple months now and it seems as if every day they are bickering over something stupid like the television remote, the last baked good that you made, and most importantly, you.

"lo..." you whimper against his lips. "we should wait for nat to come home."

the air was hot and heavy between the two of you. honestly, neither of you two know how it began. one moment you are both watching a movie then the next moment, he has you pinned down underneath him on the couch.

"she won't be back for hours, princess..." he mutters between little nips along your neck. "and i need you now."

ever since the three of you started this relationship, you've set some basic ground rules. one, both parties are solely interested in you; which was easy considering their distaste for each other. two, no one on one time. everyone gets treated the same. both of them liked to watch you crumble every chance they got, even if they weren't the ones doing it.

now, there were a few rare occasions were the rules have been broken. like that time where nat and you did a girls getaway for a weekend or that other time when logan bent you over in his office while nat went on a mission in d.c.

"i can smell how much you want me too." logan groans, grinding his covered crotch against yours. "c'mon, honey... natasha will forgive you."

one of his big hands snakes its way under your shirt to squeeze your breast, distracting you enough to give in. logan then picks you up in his arms and takes you into your guys bedroom. clothes are thrown all around the floor during the process until you're left in your bra and underwear and he's left in just his jeans and boxers. the moment logan lays you down on the bed, you flip the two of you over with a thud against the mattress.

"there's my needy girl." logan smirks, watching you kiss and bite down his neck and chest.

you don't respond in words, only a soft moan as you sink your teeth into his bicep. logan groans, tugging your hair a little to pull you off which only turn you on more.

"dirty little fuckin' thing." he chuckles as you watch your bite mark disappear in seconds. "you needed this more than me, huh?"

he sits up to kiss you but before he gets the chance, you shove him back down against the mattress.

"shut up." you giggle.

once you get his jeans off and he's left bare under you, you slip off your panties and line him up to your entrance. not even fully adjusted to his length yet before logan hears keys jiggling in the door.

"f-fuck, right there." you sigh, slowly moving your hips and finding the perfect rhythm.

down the hall, natasha kicks off her heels and follows the heavenly sound of your whimpers. logan sees nat in the doorway, watching you ride him on the bed.

"so tight for me, princess." he groans with his head thrown back. his thumb made its way down to your button, circling it as he thrusts up into you.

nat makes her way over to the bed, watching you like her prey. too caught up in your own pleasure to realize that it's her hands on your hips, moving you up and down on logan's cock.

"were you this fuckin' needy that you couldn't wait for me to get home?" she asks, breath ticking your neck.

"i-it... fuck, it was l-logan's idea." you pout.

"don't lie, дорогой." she tsked at you. "you'll only make your punishment worse."

without another word, she shoves you down until you are chest to chest with logan. unbeknownst to you, nat and him share a look before she nods; her finger tips trace up your spine until they grip your hair, pulling your head back as logan starts to fuck up into your tight wet heat.

"n-not fair." you pout with a whimper.

"and who said that we have to play fair?" natasha's palm strikes down on your ass.

your back arches at the mix of both pain and pleasure that they give you. her hand slides up your breast, squeezing and pinching your nipples while logan's thumb circles your clit.

"p-please, p-please let me come." you moan, feeling yourself near your high.

"nuh-uh." natasha hissed, slapping logan's hand away from your clit. "you know the rules when you misbehave."

no matter how mean natasha gets, she always makes sure that you're cared for. she is quick to sink her canine teeth into that sweet spot on your neck while rolling your nipples in between her fingers.

"she's so fuckin' pretty, tasha." logan grunts while thrusting harder into your weeping cunt. "should get a look at her."

she lifts up and over you, gripping your chin and pulling your head back to look at you.

"open up, дорогой." she smiles wickedly down at you.

with eyes rolled back, you blindly obey her order as she spits onto your tongue. just as that happens, logan twitches before spilling inside of you. his hands held your hips so tightly, sure to leave bruises tomorrow.

"alright, howlett..." nat glares down at the man. "it's my turn."

logan smirks, not upset in the slightest. if anything he enjoyed seeing this side of the two of you. nat gets up to finish stripping herself of her clothes while logan lifts you up carefully, placing a tender kiss on your lips. you attempt to keep him close, knowing only he can reel natasha in from whatever punishment she has in store for you.

"p-please, lo." your lip quivers as you plead to him with a fucked out gaze.

"sorry, princess." he chuckles. "can't save ya' from her now."

as he gets up, he grabs a cigar off the nightstand and lights it as natasha walks back over to you. the familiar feeling of silicone slaps your puffy clit, making you wince.

"natty, i'm so close..." you whimper, wrapping your legs around her waist. this motion allows the silicone to slip past your opening with ease thanks to logan's release still dripping out of you.

"what makes you think i should let you?" she smiles down at you before beginning her erratic thrusts, almost as brutal as logan's were.

"b-been good, p-promise." you pout, scrunching your nose and trying not to cum without her permission.

"you really think that fuckin' howlett was a good thing?" she asks.

"don't get jealous, tasha." he grins, teasing her.

"she wasn't moaning this loud when you were inside of her." she quips back in response.

"no fighting." you struggled to say, too fucked out at this point.

the sound of your moans broke up their bickering. nat's right hand slides up and around your throat, squeezing just the way you adore.

"g-gonna..." you warn, distracted by a vision of stars as natasha's other hand rubs your clit. never have you felt such an intense wave of euphoria wash over you.

by the time you could even open your eyes again, natasha's abs are covered in your slick and so were logan's thighs from inches over. both of them stare at you with lustful dark blown out eyes. with two fingers running up her abdomen, natasha collects your slick and pushed them past her smeared red lipstick.

"my turn, tasha." logan is quick to say, taking her place.

well, at least they were learning to share.

[thinkinonsense]

respectfully, yall are not showing as much love to old man!logan and infinity war!nat as i would like lmao

[thinkinonsense]

new side blog! gonna start being active over there too if anyone wants to follow <3

sel, twenty-two, she/her, queer

side blog: @coolestgirlwhodoesntexist

masterlist⟡ mdni!

requests are open! *i try to get to everyone's but some take longer than others.

currently writing for: logan howlett/wolverine, matt murdock/daredevil, natasha romanoff/black widow, ororo munroe/storm, steve harrington, robin buckley, lottie matthews, natalie scatorccio, bucky barnes/winter soldier

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okay so i'm thinking maybe tuesday or thursday since i have an exam due on wednesday :( but it will be superrrr long and filthy to make up for its late arrival

as the leader of the logan x reader x natasha nation, i've been cooking up a new fic. it should be out in a day or two. if you would like to be tagged comment below <3

[thinkinonsense]

old man logan teasing innocent!reader and discovering she can squirt <33

It's The Little Things

Old man Logan X F! Reader

Logan and you discover something new about yourself...

A/N: The way this had me actively blushing....

Warnings: SMUT MDNI! Thanks <3, Mentions of alcohol, fingering, teasing,some begging, a tad orgasm denial, squirting

"Look at what a pretty lil thing you are."

Logan coos, his voice rough, but gentle as he looks you up and down. His fingers tapped along his glass of whiskey that you just poured him.

A flustered smile came across your face, your eyes darting away from him quickly, as you turned away to set the bottle of whiskey onto the table.

"That a new dress?" He asks, bringing the glass to lips, looking at you over the rim. You looked at him over your shoulder, a small shrug and sweet smile.

"Yeah...You like it?" You asked.

"Mm..." He nods, his eyes trailed downwards, noting the hem of the skirt that fits just above your knees, showing a little bit of the skin of your thighs. "It's pretty.

"Thank you." You turn back around to face him, your hands hooking together behind your back. Your thighs pressed together the moment you saw how he was staring at you. Intense.

A flare of his nostrils, and his eyes that were staring into yours, glanced down. He sipped the glass of whiskey that you so sweetly offered him when he came home. You could tell he had a long day, his tense shoulders, tired eyes.

You wanted to help him unwind. You've watched him pour a glass of whiskey, light a cigar, sit and try to let the stress of the day disappear. You're here though, and you wanted to make things easier.

You wanted to make him happy, take care of him the way he has for you.

"Thank you darling." He rasps finally, lifting the glass of whiskey, before tossing the rest of it back. "Tryin' to take care of your old man?"

You bit your lip, and nodded, trying to suppress the shy smile that grew across your face. His eyes crinkled, crows feet becoming visible as he shoots you a pleased grin.

Sweet thing you are, trying to help him relax. He appreciated it, the little things you've been trying to do for him. He knew though, exactly what he needed to unwind.

and that thing was standing right in front of him.

He set the glass on the table, before leisurely standing up with a small groan escaping him as his achy muscles protested. He towered over you, and you became nervous from his stare. You took a step back from him, and he let out a small chortle.

"Nervous?"

"No." You say, a small shake of your head. A lie. He always made you nervous.

"Yeah you are." He refutes. His hand came up, gently cupping your chin between his fingers and thumb. "Don't worry darling, you'll just be taking care of me. Like you want to, right?"

It was a blur after that. The next thing you knew, you were naked, spread open on your shared bed with Logan.

You don't know how you were taking care of him, when you're the one naked, and exposed, clearly about to become a reciever to whatever Logan is planning.

You shut your legs after Logan had made you spread them- embarrassed of being so exposed to the room, even if it was just him, but he tsks, shaking his head, and giving you a small, gentle smack of your thigh.

"Keep em open darling." He says, as he moves to unbutton his dress shirt. "I wanna see your pretty pussy."

Your hands went up, covering your face as your skin burned from the filthiness of his words. You felt a fresh coat of arousal rush over you though- unable to help the excitement you did feel whenever he wanted to play with you.

"C'mon now gorgeous." He encourages, staring down at you. You slowly spread your legs open, the air felt good against your core, creating a chill that ran up your spine, and made your body tremble. "There she is...." He purrs, unbuttoning the last button, pulling off his shirt and leaving him in his pants and wife-beater. Your eyes widened at the sight of his muscular arms, and the way his shirt clung to his torso.

He took a few steps towards you, leaning over with his hand braced onto the mattress by your hip, as he tilted his head- observing your glistening pussy.

"Very pretty." He hums, moving to kneel down in front of the bed, so he was face to face with your bottom half. One arm hooked around your thigh, pulling your closer as he began to stroke your leg with his free hand. He leaned forward, taking a deep inhale of your scent. "Fuck..." He hissed under his breath, feeling lightheaded at the scent of your arousal.

He brought his free hand to your folds, sliding his fingers through them gently, making your thighs twitched. He barely noticed though, his lips parting, eyes narrowing as he became hypnotized by the way your pussy glistened, the way your creamy fluids coated his fingers. He watched your hole clench over nothing every time his fingers swiped over your clit.

Small whimpers escaped you as he messed with you. His calloused hand carefully exploring your folds. Spreading them and observing every detail.

"Work of art..." He mutters under his breath, as his thumb rubs small circles over your clit.

"Lo..." You whined tipping your head to the side, white knuckling the sheets beneath. His eyes glanced up at you, and he smirked.

He leaned forward, gathering spit on his tongue, and letting it dribble down over your clit. You gasped at the sensation of his warm saliva over you- only to whine once he placed two fingers over your clit and began rubbing firm circles.

"Logan..." You moaned once more, arching your back and lifting your hips up. He leaned forward, replacing his fingers with his tongue, swirling over your swollen bud- sending your careening as you felt something grow tight in your lower belly.

He added a finger inside of you, and your hands went to his hair, scratching his scalp and tugging at his salt and pepper hair as you started grinding against him.

Then he pulled his mouth away, sending you crying out.

"Logan!" Your head fell back onto the mattress. The building pleasure that tensed your muscles began to fade. Your hole tightening around Logan's thick finger, begging for stimulation, as he watched you with a cocky expression.

"Patience, doll." He hums. Your hips thrusts forward, as you beg,

"Please!"

"Please what?"

"Please..." You swallowed, "I...I want to..."

"Want to what? Can't read your mind sweetheart."

You took a sharp inhale of breath. His finger inside your felt torturous as your pussy squeezed around him- desperate for more. You gripped his hair tighter as you begged. "I want to...cum."

"Yeah?" His voice held a tone of amusement, a slight raspiness behind it as he watched you squirm on the bed. "Say it again darling."

"Logan"

"Then you must not want it that bad."

You finally let out a choked sob, "Please, I want to cum!"

"Fuck.." You heard him hiss under his breath, and he began pumping his finger in and out of you, pulling out and adding another finger, curling it as he searched for the spot that made you squeal. You tugged at his head, desperate for that high to return once more.

The feeling in your tummy did return- except it felt tighter, overwhelming. Something was off, a building feeling that you weren't familiar with- and you were becoming terrified that you were going to do something extremely embarrassing.

"Lo..." You gasped. "I think- I- Wait...."

"C'mon," He cut you off, "Be a good girl and cum for me doll-"

His words made you snap, as your back arched and you saw nothing but stars in your eyes. Logan became soaked, from his arm to his beard, now covered with your fluids as you sprayed him during your explosive coitus. Waves and waves of pleasure rushed over your body, as your pussy tightened over his fingers, a loud squelching noise heard in the room as he desperately worked your through your orgasm.

Once you began to relax, your chest heaving, and thighs trembling, you looked up- a horrified expression on your face as you see the mess you've made of Logan, your fluids practically dripping from his thick beard.

" I'm...I'm so sorry-" You stammered in fear "I don't know-,,,"

"Sorry?" He chuckled, licking his lips, his fingers carefully leaving your clenching cunt. He licked his arm, from the crook of his elbow to the tips of his fingers, letting out a groan as he shut his eyes. "Best fucking thing I ever tasted sweetheart." He stuck his fingers into his mouth, sucking your juices from them as he looked up at you.

You looked away, flustered, embarrassed, and horrified. "I don't...I don't know what happened." You whisper softly.

"No?" His normally tired eyes were now alert, filled with lust and mischief. "You looked gorgeous like that, giving me that little show... Didn't know you could do that doll. Hiding things from me?" He teased.

"No! I...I didn't know I could..." You bit your bottom lip, your face felt like it was on fire, Logan's stare doing nothing to ease the heat.

"Yeah?" His voice low, rumbling from his chest. Both his arms wrapped around your thighs pulling you closer to the edge of the mattress, his warm breath fanning over your drenched core. "How 'bout we do that again."

[thinkinonsense]

-cravings.

cw: feral!logan, breeding kink, pervy!logan, marking, TA/ co-workers relationship, belly bulge, oral (fem receiving), gross!logan, squirting, male masturbation, spitting, slight praise kink, slight hair tugging, pet names, slightly grinding on abs? pantie play?

summary: logan's in a rut and only his sweet girl can help him.

a/n: so i pictured dofp!logan but x trilogy!logan also works! hope you enjoy <3 also also not proof read so sorry for any errors

"scott, have you seen logan?" your delicate voice fills the study as you pass by, looking for your mentor.

logan has been missing all day, which isn't the most unusual thing but it is odd that he said he would train with you today and yet, he's nowhere to be found.

"charles said he wasn't feeling well." scott replied, barely gazing up at you. "he's probably still in bed."

you nod, turning around to head upstairs and check on logan like any good friend would.

the floorboards creek under your light foot steps down the hall. charles, hank, and storm took the kids to a lab overnight to work on their final projects. the rest of the adult were either training or lesson planning. the wooden door glowed with golden light illuminating the rim, so warm and welcoming.

one knock turned into three and four. all of them unanswered, leaving you slightly alarmed. this wasn't like logan to ignore you.

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meanwhile, beyond the wooden door, logan sat on his bed trying to get a grip on this feeling. it's happened before, the familiar warmth that spreads all over. a primal craving attempting to claw its way out of him.

normally, he can hide out until the rut is over but now it is different. now logan has his eyes on someone. not just someone though.

it's the girl he's been warned not to fall for. charles, jean, hank and scott have all told logan that he's not to make a move on you. the girl who's too pure for a big bad wolf like him. for once, he listened and steered clear of you, no matter how pretty you were.

until you signed up to be his teachers assistant.

now with the close proximity, logan is tortured by your scent. the sweet cherry he's become familiar with haunts his deepest thoughts. he could perfectly trace every outline on your body without even trying. honestly, he found it quite sickening how you've carved your spot in his mind.

next to him on the mattress are a pair of your panties from yesterday. he remembered seeing the slight flash of light blue from under your skirt when you dropped your pen in the hallway. there's a damp patch on them, calling his name in mocking tones.

"logan..?" your meek voice was barely audible behind the door. "can i please come in?"

a low growl hums in his chest at the sound of your voice. he wants nothing more than to let you inside and ravish you in the way he desires; but he doesn't want to scare you off.

"not now, sweetheart." he grunts almost as if he's in pain.

"a-are you okay?"

logan couldn't see you but he could picture your concerned face. scrunched eyebrows and wide bambi eyes, lips in a pout. god, he could just eat you up.

" 'm fine." his voice sounds rough, like a bark. he would never yell at you but he needed you to walk away because the feeling of his cock being suffocated in his jeans was killing him.

"alright." you whine. "see ya later then, lo."

soon enough he heard your footsteps down the hall, logan quickly strips himself of his black shirt, dark blue jeans and his boxers. without hesitation he reaches over to grab that panties he had taken from your hamper.

"fuck, smells so sweet." he groans, nose pressed against the soft soaked cotton as he tugs his throbbing cock. spreading the pearly beads of pre-cum.

with his senses clouded and a fire ignited in him, he kitten licks the patch, letting your slick dance on his tongue. picturing your legs wrapped around his head, how your tight hole would take his tongue or his fingers and the little noises that would escape you.

"that's my sweet pussy. all mine." logan mumbles possessively under his breath before spitting into the material and bringing it to his cock, using it to jerk off.

as his orgasm approaches, the fire intensifies; sweat dripping down his temples the faster his hand moves. abs also dripping in sweat as his chest rapidly moves up and down. mind swarmed with all the positions logan wants to put you in.

"s-shit." logan curses, clenching his teeth as his vision blurs and euphoria washes over him. ropes of cum spill all over his abs and happy trail, creating a sticky messy.

left alone and panting, covered in his release, logan's still unsatisfied. he knew there was only one thing that could fix this.

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it's near midnight when you finally hear logan leave his room. heavy boots heading towards the stairs, right by your room.

"where are you going, lo?" you ask, peaking out of your bedroom to catch him. he stops but doesn't acknowledge you. "gonna leave me here all alone?"

logan could've sworn that you would be asleep at this hour and he could leave to find some woman at the bar to help with his... situation.

"scott's around here somewhere." he dryly replies, trying to avoid your gaze.

"he left a few hours ago." you mumble, nervously messing with the bottom of your nightgown.

something was off about logan; you just couldn't figure out what it was. he wouldn't even look at you. had you done something wrong? was he upset with you? why was he avoiding you?

"i-is everything alright?" you ask, worried for the answer.

logan take a minute to respond, scratching the scruff on his face while he thinks. just because he looks strong doesn't mean he is internally. logan found his weakness in you. a woman he's known for a little over a year and yet you could bring him to his knees if you so pleased.

suddenly, logan turns and looks at you. he sucks in his breath sharply when he saw you dressed in a cute tiny white nightgown. logan was positive that you were the closest he will ever get to meeting an angel.

the material ends high up on your thighs and he swears that in this light he can see the outline of your nipples, watching how they pebble from the cool air in the hallway.

"it's just cravings." he finally answers, tearing his eyes off of your pretty shape.

the moment logan makes eye contact with you, you notice how the color changed from a light hazel to bordering black. he looked hungry. you've heard of this before, a feral state that mutants like him enter every six months or so and if you knew better, you would run.

"anything i can help you with?" you ask, batting your long lashes up at him.

"it's real dirty work, princess." logan warns, restraining himself from jumping at the opportunity.

"i don't mind." you tell him. in that moment, a familiar aroma hits him. "i wanna help you, logan."

normally, logan wouldn't let things get this far. sure, the two of you have made sly flirty comments in the past but it's never gone past just words.

he watches you walk back into your room, keeping the door open for him.

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your bedroom was damn near exactly how logan pictured it. soft earth toned colors, pretty sheets, messy desk with all the paperwork you two do together. most importantly, it smelled like you. not your perfume or whatever candle you lit earlier. this was different.

"logan..." your voice pulls him back to reality. "tell me what you want me to do."

so considerate. logan thinks to himself as he watches you sit with your knees against the mattress and look up at him like a dog looking at its owner, waiting for an order.

without a warning, logan crashes his lips against yours. it hot and messy how he almost swallows you whole. both of you have waited forever for this moment.

logan lays you flat on the mattress, not breaking the kiss. your teeth bite down on his bottom lip at the small thud. you go to whisper an apology but it's covered by logan's loud groaning.

he take this opportunity to grind against you, only covered in a pair of matching white panties. if he was in a clearer head space, he would've thought this was planned.

"u-uh, please." you whimper against his lips, lifting your hips a little to meet his.

it's quite cute how pathetic you look right now. struggling for more. logan latches his lips to your neck, leaving dark maroon bites behind as he moves further south.

at the waistband of your panties, logan nips at the skin on your hipbone, leaving behind a pretty mark to match the others. he craved to be closer to you. pressing his nose into the wet patch and inhaling sharply, grunting at your essence.

a loud squeal falls from your lips as you lazily try to push him away. too embarrassed by the lewd action. nonetheless, logan refuses to move until he's had enough. licking over the cotton and making out with your covered cunt.

"l-logan!" you gasp as he flips you over on your belly with your ass in the air.

the sound of the material ripping fills the room. this was better than logan could've imagined. the sight of your throbbing cunt as it cries for his attention, and only his.

"prettiest fuckin' pussy i've ever seen." he marvels under his breath. "gonna let me use it how i please, princess?"

"mhm." you nod, trying to look back at him. "it's yours, lo."

your words send him on a spiral, he sinks you down on his tongue so he can fuck you at his pace. exploring your walls and reveling in your taste. no dessert in the world could compare to you.

logan grinds against your mattress, desperately seeking relief. not that he's complaining. he's more than happy with his position; and so are you.

there will be bruises on your hips tomorrow, without a doubt because of how tightly logan's gripping your hips. keeping you right where he wants you to be.

"n-need more, please." you moan, fists balling up the sheets.

"what a greedy fuckin' baby." logan says, pulling off of a second to replace his tongue with two thick fingers, stretching you out for him.

pretty little 'uh, uh, uh's' spill from your lips every time you bounce back on logan's fingers. he's hypnotized by the way you manage to coat his finger with your slick. dripping down his palm and onto your sheets.

"look 'atcha, sweetheart." he mutters, doubtful that you can hear him over the obscene sounds coming from your pussy. "struggling to take my fingers. gotta stretch ya' for my cock. think you can take it?"

"mhm!" you answer, feeling a trail of kisses on the back of your thighs as logan speeds up his thrusts, locating your sweet spot with ease.

there's a warmth of pleasure that washes over you. it's different than anything else you've experienced. before you could even figure it out, you to gush all over logan's hand and the sheets.

"she's squeezing me so damn tight." he growls, watching as your pussy spasms from overstimulation, practically knocking the wind out of you. logan has to fight off cumming in his jeans as he licks up your release.

once logan allows you to catch your breath, you turn and say, "i've never um, never done that before."

"fuck." logan curses, smacking his palm down on your ass. "it won't be the last time tonight."

the sound of logan undoing his belt echos in the room. lining the head up to your entrance and slowly sinking into you. your eyes roll back into your head at the stretch. similar to a cat, you arch your back and purr at the feeling.

"f-feel so full." you moan as he picks up his pace.

"that's it, princess." he grunts, moving his hand down your back and wrapping it into your hair. "tell me how good it feels."

and you don't waste a single second to do so.

"you're s-so big, can feel you e-everywhere." you reply in between heavy breaths.

the hand wrapped in your hair tugs you forward so your back is against his chest. with his lips pressed against your ear, he mutters, "everywhere, huh?"

you nod, digging your nails into his thighs with each thrust. his other hand travels from your breast to your lower torso underneath the nightgown. your eyes shoot open as soon as he lightly pushes down.

"can you feel me right here?" he asks, slowing down his strokes for you to focus.

when you don't respond right away, the hand in your hair moves to your jaw, gripping it and angling your gaze down to the large bulge in your belly. you always knew logan was larger than the average man but you didn't even think this was possible.

"y-yes!" you whimper loudly, needing him to go faster.

logan's not religious by any means but in that moment, he wishes he could personally thank god for everyone being gone tonight. he can't imagine having to muffle your little moans right now while he starts pounding back into you.

"gimme kiss, please?" you whisper in between the lewd wet smacks of his heavy balls against your ass.

how could logan turn down his sweet girl? even while being ruined, you still managed to use your manners.

the two of you sloppily make out, exploring each other. he swallows all the whimpers you let out against his lips. except the one from when logan pulls back.

"what are you–?"

"open your mouth and stick out your tongue for me." logan demanded, staring down at you like a feral animal.

you obey, opening up for him like he asks. logan spits on top your tongue, feeling your tight cunt flutter around him. clenching at the taste of him.

"swallow." he says, watching you do so. "what a good girl."

"i'm so f-fucking close, lo." your head falls back against his shoulder as your vision turns white, stars behind your eye lids.

"me too." logan warns. " 'ya gonna let me fill you up, sweetheart? bet you wanna be full of me, to carry my seed? isn't that right?"

he knows you're too far gone, babbling incoherent sentences and soft pleas. the tiny, "mhm" and head nod give him the okay to cum inside you.

"s-shit!" he curses. "you're so tight, practically suffocating me, baby."

his orgasm triggers another for you, milking him until both of you are struggling for air. the room felt like the inside of a sauna and reeks of sex.

"got another one in you, pretty girl?" logan asks, slowly pulling out of you.

"y-yeah." you answer, letting him move you how he wanted.

logan slips your nightgown off of you and lays you down on your back again. this time fully taking in your form. every curve, dimple and scar. he makes sure to pay your breasts some attention, taking one in his mouth and massages the other, pinching and rolling your nipple until your whining. desperately you attempt to rub your pussy against his abs, gaining very little friction from it.

if he wasn't in this rut, he would've taken more time to appreciate this. next time he will.

you open up for him again and he slips in with ease. logan brings your thighs to your chest, folding you in half.

"harder, please." you beg, staring up at him with those wide eyes that he's a sucker for.

"i don't want to hurt you, baby." he grunts, trying to restrain himself.

"i can take it, lo." you tell him, stroking his cheek with your much smaller thumb. "i know you need it right now."

instead of answering with words, logan bends down and kisses you in a more tender way than before. as soon as he picks up his thrusts, you tug softly at his locks, making his hips stir and lose rhythm for a second.

"you like it rough, don't 'ya, princess?" he grunts in your neck while his thumb moves to rub circles on your clit. "fuck, my cum is just spilling out of you."

a tear rolls down your cheek, only further encouraging logan. licking up the salty tear before it falls off your skin. never in your life have you felt so dirty.

"please, need to feel you logan." you whimper and he knows exactly what you mean.

"don't worry, baby. i'm close." he says, feeling you flutter around him.

logan's gaze stays locked on where the two of you are connected, watching him slide in and out of you. almost drooling at the image of his cock in your stomach.

within minutes, you're soaking his cock like you did his fingers. slick landing all over logan's sculpted torso. your fingers gather some before bringing them to his lips, letting him lick them clean.

a loud animalistic growl signals his release, painting your walls again for the second time tonight.

both of you lay stuck together. neither ready to let go of each other just yet. on the floor, you notice something light blue peaking out of the back pocket of his discarded jeans.

"so that's where my panties went?" you giggle, capturing logan's attention.

"yeah..." his voice raspy and deeper than usual. "sorry 'bout that, sweetheart."

"it's okay." you reply. "but next time that you get these 'cravings', come to me and i'll help y–"

logan cuts you off on with the rock of his hips and the wet slosh of your ruined cunt. before you can even moan, he's grabbed your white panties next to you and shoves them in your mouth.

fuck, he should've come to you sooner.

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[thinkinonsense]

as the leader of the logan x reader x natasha nation, i've been cooking up a new fic. it should be out in a day or two. if you would like to be tagged comment below <3

[thinkinonsense]

hiii! just logan idea <3 so he makes reader squirt for the first time and then just like. loses it. could for for hours making reader squirt over and over and over. this man does NOT care about the mess, he prob likes it let’s be so fr.

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anything logan and squirting related has me 😵‍💫

- soaked.

x trilogy!logan howlett x fem!reader

it's a normal friday night in the mansion. everyone is outside enjoying the movie that scott and jean put on for the students. meanwhile, inside the mansion logan's finally managed to get you all to himself.

he's got you with your back flat against his mattress, lips red and pouty in an attempt to keep up with his, and your nails digging into his bicep with every grind of his hips.

this thing that you've got going on between the two of you is fairly new. barely making it pass heated makeout sessions before getting interrupted by a mission or a meeting. tonight though, you both were determined.

"is this alright?" logan asks, slipping his hand under your black skirt.

you nod eagerly, kissing along his jaw.

"need to hear ya'." he states sternly, teasing you against the thin cotton.

"y-yes, it's alright." you whine, wiggling your hips. logan was more than pleased to be greeted with your leaky arousal.

"what's got ya' so wet, sweetheart?" his breath ghosts along your ear.

"you."

one simple word unleashed the animal in him. slowly teasing your folds, rubbing your button a couple times before sinking two fingers inside of you. logan distracts you from the slightly painful stretch with a tender kiss.

"fuck, you're so tight." he groans against your lips as his fingers start to pump in and out of you.

one by one, pretty moans spill from your lips only making logan harder. he begins to kiss down the valley of your breasts, leave little hickeys along the way. logan's speed doesn't let up as he moves south, until he finds that special spot.

"that's the spot, huh?" he smirks, kissing the inside of your thigh. your fingers clutch onto his little kitten tuffs as a string of curses and moan follow.

suddenly, there's an sort of pressure building up inside of you. almost like you needed to release something...

"w-wait, lo! fuck!"

but it was too late.

a warm gush of slick covers logan's arm, chest, and a little on his face, completely soaking him as your orgasm washes over you. barely able to catch your breath, you fail to notice that he removed his fingers and stared at you in awe. neither of you thought this was possible.

"l-look, logan i'm so sorry–"

cut off by the broken sob escaping you, logan found himself glued to your messy cunt. lazily licking up your arousal for his own pleasure now. softly humping the mattress as his tongue fucks it's way inside of you.

"uh, shit! p-please, don't stop." you cry, wrapping your legs around logan's head like if you two were training downstairs.

too lost in between your legs to even hear your praise. logan was determined to get you there again, to make you squirt on his face again. eyes closed, focused on your every move. he was going to get you there.

"c'mon, honey..." he barely lifts up to say, fingering you at a much faster pace now. "need ya' to do that one more time. can ya' do that for me, princess?"

as fucked out as you were, you managed to give him a weak nod before pushing him back against your cunt. happily, logan continued until he's got you grinding on his face and making lewd sounds.

"l-lo, i'm gonna..." you try to warm him but he already knew it was coming.

the taste of you couldn't be compared to any dessert. logan's never tasted anything this sweet.

"atta fuckin' girl." he grunts in between licking up your mess from your thighs to your cunt. "knew you could do it, honey."

[thinkinonsense]

EVERYBODY’S SAYING YOU’RE NO GOOD FOR ME — LOGAN HOWLETT .

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logan, who drinks his coffee black and scalding, while eyeing dubiously at your frothy, caramel-laced concoctions… though he does take a grudging sip when you push it toward him, the ghost of your lip gloss smudging the lid. his tongue swipes absently over the rim, but the whole time his eyes stay on you as savours the saccharine sweetness you left behind.

“too fuckin’ sweet,” he mutters, but he brings the cup to his lips anyway. later, when he kisses you, his breath is laced with burnt espresso and the faintest trace of caramel as he shoves his tongue down your throat.

logan, who doesn’t know what the hell you see in him, but he’s not about to question it too hard. you’re too young and beautiful to be tangled up with someone of the likes of him, but here you are, curled up against his chest and looking up at him as if he hung the goddamn moon. moments like these makes him forget all about the mileage on his body.

logan, who catches himself staring at you again, unblinking. he should look away, but he doesn’t. can’t. not when you stretch your arms, shirt riding up to tease the dip of your navel. not when you cross your legs, skirt bunching high on your thighs. and most definitely not when you take a slow sip from a glass coke bottle, lips wrapping around the rim, head tipping back, throat working. the uncomfortable strain in his jeans reminds him that he’s always been a filthy old man when it comes to you.

logan, who never thought he’d still be fucking with such gusto at his age. by now, his libido should be waning, settling into the slow descent of comfortable indifference. instead, you’ve dragged him back into the reckless hunger of youth, where lust eclipses reason. more often than not he finds himself feverish in your presence, aching for you like a goddamn adolescent again.

logan, whose stubble abrades your skin, a persistent friction. he doesn’t shave often—never for you—because he relishes the way it makes your thighs quiver with oversensitivity as he tongues you open.

“s’what you get, doll,” he grunts, rubbing his jaw against your inner thighs, before licking a broad stripe over your slit, “wearin’ those skimpy little skirts around me like that. you wanted to drive me crazy, didn’t you?” nose pressed against your clit as he groans against the mess you make of his face.

logan, who never pulls out until you’re shaky and wrung out, begging in a voice that’s gone thin from overuse. his stamina is inhuman—superhuman, to put it more accurately, and your youthful energy is nothing in comparison, akin to a candle to a bonfire. he’s lived long enough to learn every way a body can come undone, and has no qualms about making you find out just how much you can take.

logan, whose healing factor keeps him in his prime— defying the limits of human endurance. he could go all night, dragging you through orgasm after orgasm until you were shaking, mindless, his name on your tongue like a prayer. and fuck, it made him feel so alive. made him feel young and reckless, like some cocky sonofabitch with something to prove.

logan, who fucks with the same ferocity when he fights: brutal, efficient, and ruthless in his intent.

logan, who doesn’t stop even when your hips stutter and your pussy clenches down on him like you’re trying to milk him for everything he’s worth. and he’ll give it to you, every last drop, but not before he’s wrung you out first.

“please lo, can’t take it—” but he just chuckles, presses his lips to your ear, tells you, “yeah, you can. c’mon, just one more, princess.” while his cock is still hard and throbbing inside you.

logan, whose mind is a machine—more animal than man in the ways it fixates, lingers, obsesses. age has only sharpened that edge, made him more unwilling to let go of the things he deems his. and god help you, because you fall right into that category.

logan, who never expected to find himself so goddamn obsessed with someone, but there’s just something about you that makes his restraint snap like a cheap matchstick every time you so much as look at him a certain way. it’s pathetic, really, how you have him wrapped around your little finger.

logan, who lets you get away with just about anything so he can punish you for it later (in private). passively allows you to bat those pretty lashes and push every single button you know will make him tick. sit in his lap, wriggle against him, whisper things—and then later, oh, does he make you pay for it.

fucks into you nicely but excruciatingly slow, his voice nothing but a low rasp in your ear. “gonna be a good girl now?” he asks, nudging deeper, and you can’t muster a coherent response, can’t even think past the way he’s stuffing you full.

logan, whose patience is worn thin by time but somehow tolerates your worst moods.

logan, who fucks you deep and slow with his dog tags cool against your burning skin.

logan, who ruins you for anyone else. he gets off on the perverse knowledge that you’ll never find someone who fucks you like he does. men your age? they’re all boys to him—soft-palmed, untested, don’t know the first thing about taking care of a lady.

logan, who watches you struggle to take all of him, only to melt when he rubs his calloused palm against your belly, feeling the thick outline of himself buried so deep inside you you swear you can feel him in your belly. “there it is,” he grunts, applying just enough pressure to make you keen.

logan, who doesn’t have the luxury of forever with you, but loves with a brutality that makes up for it. he won’t promise you a happily ever after, but he will give you everything else. his time, his body, his name in your mouth as he fucks you so deep you can feel it the next day. whatever he has left—it’s yours. wholly and completely.

[thinkinonsense]

Crumbling Desperation

70s Logan X F! Reader

Logan wants you pliant for him

A/N: Based off some feral conversations between me and @cruel-as-sin today. DOFP has my heart and my pussy. Also this maybe a lil rough as I get back into fic writing after being sick for a week!

Warning: SMUT MDNI, mean! Logan, rough sex, unprotected PiV, multi creampies, teasing, fingering, blowjob, very very rough, some light pussy and thigh smacking lol, a little degradation (but not super mean), taunting, begging, uuuuuuh this is just a nasty fic in general

The only light that filled the darkness of the apartment bedroom was the street lamps.

Light pouring through the windows. Shadowing two figures that were rocking softly in the dark. 

Logan's arms kept you pressed against his body. His broad chest against you, his hips rocked with yours. He rested his chin atop your head, his hands resting on your hips, slowly brushing up and down your curves. 

Your eyes closed, as you leaned into him. A faint smile on your face as you felt his hands squeeze you a little tighter. He tipped his head lazily, his lips brushing over your ear, along your jawline. You hummed happily, tipping your head back, giving him purchase to kiss your neck. 

His arm wrapped around your waist, his other hand sliding up, gently cupping one of your breasts, before tracing along the collar of your dress, his fingers tucking underneath the sleeve and pulling it down your shoulder. He leaned down, pressing several kisses to your neck and shoulder. You exhaled softly, eyes fluttering open as Logan sucked and nipped at your skin.

“You looked good tonight baby.” He hums, his lips brushing over your jawline. “Luckiest guy in the world to have a pretty girl like you by my side.”

You giggle, biting your lip as his hand continues brushing over your curves. “I’m the lucky one.” 

“Mmm.” His hand brushed down your body, finding the slit of your dress that exposed your thighs. His hand dipped underneath the satin cloth, brushing over the lace panties you put on for him. “Feeling needy darling?” 

“Mhm.” You nodded, a subtle movement of your hips into his touch. “You were playing with me all night Lo.” Your hand stretched up, curling into his hair. “I need you.” 

“You got me.” He says with a lighthearted tone- but the way he touched you, told you had had ulterior motives. His hand moving to tracing along your inner thigh instead, not touching you where you really needed him. Your bodies still rocking back and forth together.

“I need more.” You brought your other hand to where he was touching your thighs, grabbing his wrist to move him towards your needy cunt. 

You were soaked, and it was almost painful how badly you needed his touch. He kept messing with you all night. Stroking your thighs, cupping your ass everywhere you walked, his fingers tracing up and down your arm. He’d lean in and press kisses to the back of your neck and ear- his breath hot on your skin and sending you goosebumps. He kept teasing you, working you up so much you asked him multiple times to take you home, or even go into the bathroom just for him to give you some relief. 

Then he’d give you that cocky smile, and ask you what the rush was for. He was enjoying the night out, he didn’t want to go home yet. 

“More?” He asks, not doing anything to stimulate you, only allowing you to move his hand as you attempt to get stimulation from him. He suddenly ripped it away from you, turning you around and shoving you onto the bed. You gasped, shuffling to push yourself up.

He walked over, shoving your legs open and pushing himself between them. “More what?”

“Lo…” You whined, a small pout of your lip. “I want more of you.” 

He raised a brow. “I’m right here sweetheart. All of me.” He shrugged. He brought his hands down over your hips, adjusting you on the bed, pulling your closer to him- so the tent in his pants pressed teasingly against your panties. “You’re gonna have to be more specific.”

Heat bloomed in your face as you considered what he was implying. 

“I…” You stammered. 

“What? Cat got your tongue now?” He leaned down over you. “Can’t talk? You were quick to ask me to take care of you earlier when we were having a good time. ” His tone became annoyed.

“Logan-” You pouted. He slid a hand over your belly, the valley of your breasts, coming over to squeeze your neck. He tipped his chin up, looking down at you with an unamused expression. 

“What do you want?” He asks. 

“I…I want you to touch me. To take off my dress.” You reply, your voice barely a whisper. He smirked, leaning forward to press a kiss to your nose before he brought his hands to the collar of your dress.

You gasped as he ripped it apart from the middle. The tear sounded through the room. 

I actually liked that dress….

You thought to yourself but didn’t voice it. That would only mean he’d stop playing with you.

Logan's hand came up to cup your breasts, his thumbs rubbing circles over your peaked nipples. You arched your back, lifting towards his touch, his calloused thumb stimulating your breasts and creating a warm honey feeling that pooled in your lacey lingerie. 

A soft moan escaped you, your eyes fluttering shut. 

“Enjoying yourself?” He asks, amused by your reaction. You tipped your head to the side. 

“Getting off just from me playing with your tits?” 

“Mm…” You nodded, your hands gripping the sheets. He leaned down, swirling his tongue over a nipple and you gasped. “Oh-” You bit your bottom lip. His tongue continued playing with your peaked buds, as he nipped and sucked on your tits. “Logan- I need you- down there.” You gasped.

He parted from your nipple with a pop. “Down where sweetheart? Australia?”

You couldn’t help but giggle, shaking your head. He grinned, pressing a kiss to the valley of your breasts, but then bit at your skin and you yelped.  He chuckled. 

“That hurt?” He asks, you shake your head, and lowers himself down to your belly, biting you again, making you flinch. “Knock it off.” He says with fake annoyance, pressing kisses over your belly, before biting the fat of your hip, once again making you jump. He sat up harshly, scowling down at you. “What did I say?”

“Sorry I-” 

He delivered a smack to your thigh, making you yelp. “You want me to make you feel good sweetheart?”

You nodded, pressing your lips together. 

“Then stop fucking moving.” He growls. You sighed in frustration, wanting to wiggle and get him to move on with it- he was going purposely slow, doing everything he could to avoid giving you what you wanted from him. The same thing he’d been doing all night.

“Can you just… Touch me?” You ask desperately. He raised a brow.

“Touch you?” He says. “What’s the magic word?” 

Your eyes filled with tears. “Please, Logan, please touch me!” 

His eyes turned dark, a quirk of his lips as he leaned down over you. His hand swiped up over your panties, making your legs twitch from his touch, he slid his back down underneath your panties. “Touch you?” He tilts his head, a click of his tongue. “How? Like this?” 

His fingers found your swollen clit, and he flicked it with two fingers. You gasped, nodding. He smirked, flicking it again. You tilted your head to the side, spreading your legs farther open. Other than flicking occasionally though, he didn’t touch you, didn’t stroke or rub circles. 

“I need more…” You whined, lifting your hips up to him. He chuckled. He pulled his hand away. 

“Can’t do much with this thing in the way.” He mumbles, pointing to the panties before glancing back up at you. Then he delivers a smack to your cunt. You yelped, tears stinging your eyes. “Take em off.” He orders. 

You took a deep breath, sitting up, pulling off the rest of your torn dress, he stepped back from you. Watching as you slid off your panties, pushing them past your ankles. He walked back over- snatching them from your hand- stuffing them into his back pocket. 

You leaned back onto the bed, spreading your legs open again, giving him a view of your weeping pussy, soaked, and swollen from no relief. He smirked.

“You opened your legs for me without even asking. Good girl.” He mumbles stepping forward. “You that desperate?”

“Mhm.” You nodded, pouting. “Can you touch me again?” 

His hand came down, brushing over your folds, and you could barely feel him. You whined, lifting your hips up again. He pressed one finger against your burd. “How about that?” He asks.

You shook your head, so he removed it- making you nod desperately. “No- Keep it there!” You looked up at him begging. “Just move! Please?”

He placed his finger over your bud again, slowly swirling your clit in circles. It provided relief- but not enough. Your entire cunt felt like it was throbbing, your hole clenching over nothing over and over again. 

“Another-” You begged. “More?” 

He added another finger, still rubbing you slowly, becoming torturous as your pussy leaked arousal, begging to be stimulated. 

“Logan-”

He smacked your cunt, making you yelp.

“Logan-” He mocked your voice. “You’re so whiny.” He taunts. Your lip quivered as frustration bubbled in you, a tightness in your chest for some relief in your body. Logan was playing with you, and he was drawing it out as long as possible. What his game was with you, you didn’t know- but you could barely take it anymore. 

He stepped back from you and you let out a small sob. “Quiet down.” He orders, and you opened your eyes to see him unbuttoning his shirt, staring down at you with that cocky smile. You tipped your head back and sighed, your hands gripping the sheets so tight you thought they would rip.

His clothes were abandoned to the floor and you looked back up at him.

The sight of him could have made you cum right then.

He towered over you. You admired his broad frame, the veins that popped out through his arms and belly. The tone muscles of his abs, his biceps, and his thighs. Your eyes landed on his thick girth, erected, with a red swollen tip and pre-cum beading out of his slip. 

At least I’m not the only one feeling this way…

You bit your lip, looking up at him with a pleading look in your eyes. He smirked, walking over to you, his cock bouncing with every step making you part your lips as you watched it. You thought he’d climb between your legs- give you the relief you so badly needed, and fuck you within an inch of your life. 

Instead he pushed your legs shut, reaching over to grab your arm and pull you up, pulling you to the ground on your knees. 

“You think you’re the only one needing some relief sweetheart?” He looks down at you, his hand coming up to cup your jaw. You swallowed. “Open up.” 

You obliged, and he slipped his tip between your lips. You moaned at his heady taste, dripping onto your tongue. His hand slipped from your jaw into your hair- a tight grip on it, as he pulled you farther down over him. 

A small gag escaped you and you heard him chuckle. “Can’t take it? Too much for you baby?”

You moaned, and he pushed himself farther down your throat, choking you. Tears finally broke through, rolling down your cheek. He looked down at you, arrogance across his face. 

“Crybaby.” 

He smirks, and you shut your eyes. Your hand slipping down between your legs, attempting to give yourself much-needed relief as his cock filled your mouth. 

“Uh uh-” He kicked your hand away, his cock choking your further. “No touching. You take care of me first, sweetheart.” 

A small sob escaped you, but you kept your hands off yourself, bringing them up to his thighs. You looked back up at him, pleading eyes for him to hurry up and use you, so that he’ll finally give you your reward. The throbbing between your legs was begging for your attention, and you couldn’t ignore it even with Logan choking you with his cock. 

His hand curled in your hair kept you in place, as he began slowly thrusting in and out of your mouth. Spit and drool rolled down your chin, and his cock reached the back of your throat over and over- so much your gag relax disappeared, becoming used to his intrusion. 

He tipped his head back, a moan escaping him as he thrusts faster. 

“Fuck, you got a sweet mouth baby.” He moaned. He looked down at you, mouth parted, his ears and cheeks flushed. “You like this?”

You closed your eyes, nodding as best as you could as he face-fucked you. He let out a weak chuckle. He brought his other hand into your hair, holding you tight as he went faster. Tears continued streaming down your face. Logan's jaw tightened, pushing your head onto his cock, bending over as he came to his finish- his cum shooting down your throat, filling your mouth. He planted his face into the mattress behind you, grunting and groaning like an animal as he rode out his seemingly neverending coitus. 

He straightened back up, pulling out of you and stepping back. You gasped, panting for air as his cum, your spit, and your tears stained your face. He reached down cupping your jaw, making you look up at him- with your dazed eyes. 

“You look real pretty like this.” He taunts, his thumb catching a dribble of cum, sticking it back onto your tongue. You wrapped your lips around him, sucking on it and closing your eyes- as if you hadn’t gotten enough of him already. “C’mon. Up.” He ordered pulling his thumb from your lips, before he became hypnotized by you.

You stood up and he shoved you onto the bed, spreading your thighs. “Think you deserve this?” He asks, lowering his face over your pussy, noting how soaked your thighs were now. 

“I-” Your voice was raspy, “I don’t know.” 

He hummed. “Maybe you don’t then-” 

“Wait wait! Yes, I do, I deserve this.” You whimpered, your hands reaching out to cup his face. “Please Logan-” 

He smiled, lowering back down. He took a deep inhale, his eyes nearly rolling back as he let out a groan. “God you smell fucking incredible…”

His hands came up, spreading your folds open, examining your cunt, his thumb brushing over your pussy teasingly, making your thighs tremble. You were so worked up, that any stimulation felt like too much. You whined, shaking your head as another sob broke through you. 

“Quiet it down.” He says. “I got mine sweetheart, we can do this all fucking night.” 

You bit your lip, tears streaming down as he continued messing with you, but never fully giving in to your pleasure. Your body trembled, his touch, his breath blowing over you. 

You gave in, body relaxing, shutting your eyes as your breathing calmed. 

Logan looked up at your now weak and pliant figure. He grinned. 

“There we go.” He cooed, standing up as he climbed between your legs. He pressed his lips to yours, savoring the taste of himself on you. “Good girl.” He purred, pressing more kisses along your jawline. You opened your eyes, looking up at him dreamily. 

He pushed his cock through your folds, hard again already. A small breath escaped you as your eyes rolled back. He rutted gently into you, leaning down to capture your lips again. You kissed him back weakly. 

“You still want me sweetheart?” He mumbles against your lips. “Or are you too tired now?”

You nodded. 

“Use your words. Too tired?” He grinned lifting himself off of you.

“No- No I want you.” You spoke up, your hands reaching to grab his shoulders and pull him back down. “Please.”

“Mm.” He angled himself at your clenching hole, pushing his tip inside. Your mouth flew open, head falling back. “Damn, just slid right in darling.” He groaned, nuzzling his face into your neck. “Real needy aren’t ya?”

You nodded, your arms wrapping around his neck. He slowly pushed in and out of you, but never fully, only his tip.

“Lo…” You whined. 

“What darling, aren’t I giving you what you wanted?”

“I- Yes…” You nodded. “I want more.”

“Greedy, aren’t you?” 

You let out a small cry. “Please? Please baby?” You begged. “I want all of you.”

“I don’t know sweetheart, seemed like all of me was too much for you earlier.”

“It’s not, it's not! I can take it, please, please, please!” You began to sob, turning your head to the side. You wrapped your legs around his waist so he couldn’t pull out. He smirked, watching you beg for a moment.

Without warning he thrusts into you up to the hilt. You moaned, eyes shooting up to look up at him. 

“What? You wanted it.” He grins. His hand braced against your headboard, his other arm wrapped around your waist. He began thrusting into you at an inhuman pace, his hips slamming into yours. Your eyes rolled back, your pliant body fitting into him as he shook the whole bed fucking into you.

He sat up and grabbed your hips with both hands slamming into you with a fury. He watched your tits bounce with every thrust, the way your greedy cunt sucked him in eagerly, soaking his cock with you creamy arousal. Your arms fell to either side of your head, melting into the mattress as Logan finally gave you your reward.

You lost track of time as he fucked you, pushing you into different positions, and making you cum over and over. You turned into a ragdoll that he used at will- and you loved it. Even in your semi-conscious state. 

Your legs on his shoulders, pushed down to your chest as he buried himself balls-deep, spilling himself inside you for the second time, his cum overflowing around his cock and leaking out of you, ruining your sheets more than they already were.

He had you on your side, mouth hung open and eyes rolled back as he thrusts into and out, arm wrapped around your chest, a handful of your tit, his other hand supporting your thigh, the bedframe shaking and creaking- threatening to break underneath you both. 

His hand buried into your hair, forcing your face into the mattress while he slammed into you from behind. Your ass up, your legs trembling while his, and your fluids mixed streamed down your thighs. Your throat is hoarse, and you stopped crying a long time ago- no more tears left to shed;

But there was much more pleasure to revel in.

[thinkinonsense]

could i request subby logan, could be any variant but like oldman logan or dofp... just toying with him til hes a whining mess, like look whos not so tough now

my dear anon, i will HAPPILY write some subby oldman!logan

it's not that he couldn't get out of your pretty double knotted ties that barely held his hands behind his back. no, he could get out of it with ease but he knows his punishment will be worse.

"what's that, baby?" you purr, slowly stroking his cock. "thought you were a big tough guy, hm?"

your taunting made his hips rise to chase after your silky touch. slowly, logan's been losing his mind over the way you alter between stroking him and teasingly tracing the vein along his shaft right before his reaches his high.

"princess..." he whines, lips inches from yours. "p-please..."

never in the many years that you've known logan, have you heard him beg. he's always been the one who held the control in the relationship but hours of edging can really change a man.

a smile creeps upon your face, returning back to your slow strokes with one hand while the other goes up to cup his jaw. he thinks your gonna kiss him or maybe just admire him but instead you pinch his cheeks together in that way that he loves doing to you.

"w-what are you...?" his words are muffled as you speed up your hand.

"c'mon, i know you want to cum.." you encourage, releasing his jaw before placing your mouth on him.

finally, he tips over the edge of ecstasy. you lick him clean, not letting a drop go to waste.