I miss you. Or who I thought you were. Things have been pretty horrible for me. Loveless would be happy to hear that. I'm barely holding my head above water. Everyday I want to cry and disappear.
ft. logan howlett x f! reader â deadpool & wolverine
â°â⧠you want him so bad that you feel like youâre going crazy so he indulges youâ3.0k words
contains: smut!! dom logan & sub readerâx wade wilson too, age gap, dirty fantasies from a horny reader (who is actually insecure about herself), size difference, no prep weâre dying like nicepool, riding & unprotected piv, breeding/creampie, a bit rushed i need this out my wips
†author's note: okay so this is actually the very first logan fic i started, but i have no idea why it took me so long to finish it? itâs a bit all over the place, but i hope some people enjoy anyway!
has he realized you were there and simply testing your self-control, or is he just being so effortlessly sexy again that you arenât sure if youâre in love or jealous? was there any other reason for him to be laid out on the beat-up couch like something to feast on when he was simply holding a bottle of liquor in one hand to sip on and flipping through the channels of a barely-working box television with a remote in the other? why else would he be so delectable around a known pervert(s, wade is just as bad as you are, just more focused on the possible destruction of his home rather than the pansexual panic between you and logan plaguing him) if not to tempt you?
youâre constantly fawning over the sight of him and letting out dreamy sighs which have become more common lately than you would like to admit, swearing that you could gaze upon him for every second of the day and not tire of it. they say âgod gives his most difficult battles to his strongest soldiersâ, yet the battle assigned to you is restraining yourself from pouncing on him at the very moment and begging to suck his cock. you know that youâre horny most hours of the day and also kinda a brazen whore, but the way he makes you wet in record time should be worthy of a gold olympic medal.
every time his lips wrap around the rim of the glass bottle, you canât help but imagine them somewhere else. the image of his handsome face between your legs and scruffy facial hair coated in your slick while he ravishes you haunts your mind whenever you try to sleep, yet the phantom sensation of his tongue on you while his nose stimulates your clit helps you rest in the end. you bet that he would be great at eating pussy too, with his sharp tongue and arrogant attitudeâ god.Â
heâs also so jacked that even when heâs resting, his muscles still seem to bulge with prominent veins like a nurseâs wet dream and it has you downright drooling. now that the sleeves of his suit were gone, you could see how beefy his arms were, and seeing any inch of his skin had you acting up like a victorian man seeing a womanâs ankles for the first time. he could probably crush your skull like an egg if you ever found yourself head-locked in them (youâve seen him do it to wade out of irritation, and youâve never been so jealous).
and not to mention how peggable his shapely ass is, thereâs really no limit to all the things you want to try with him if you were given the chanceâ
âare you finished staring?â his gruff voice brought you back to reality, refocusing your vision as he made a slight gesture to his body with one of his rare smirks, âlike what you see?â itâs a rhetorical question, he knows how good he looks despite his age and you have already made your attraction towards him well-established.Â
you donât need to say anything, he can tell what youâre thinking as clearly as day, so you donât bother making any dirty remarks like usual and just walk out the room. you paced around the house for a minute or two to calm yourself down until you eventually ran into wade. âoh my god,â you cupped your face with your hands, eyes becoming big and round as if you were going to cry, âi want him so bad, i feel like iâm gonna lose my mind if i donât fuck him!â
âwell, why havenât you? i know for a fact that my presence isnât enough to stop you from climbing him like a tree, so spill it!â
âuhhhh,â you pointed your fingers together to exaggerate self-consciousness, âwhat if⊠what if he doesnât like me and just sees me as some annoying, excessively horny kid?â
âcan you believe this bitch?â he scoffed, looking at the invisible audience that was always watching before grabbing your shoulders and violently shaking you, âlisten here missy, he definitely likes youâ i have yet to see that man smile at anything else that isnât your face and comments that rival jjk twitter fans in vulgarity! why are you suddenly getting cold feet now when youâre such a player? youâre suddenly screaming, crying, and throwing up over peanut whom youâve been hitting on non-stop since we found him?!â
âi donât know! itâs different, heâs my hero, andâ i know itâs hard for you to believe, but heâs not even half the asshole my previous flings were. besides, he so fucking hotââ
âyeah, but heâs also so fucking oldâ his dick is probably all shriveled upââ the sound of the said man clearing his throat made him jump out of his skin, slowly turning his head to look at the older man before giggling nervously and waving his hands around in some form of awkward greeting. even if he can regenerate and wounds are more like papercuts, the last thing he wanted was to get stabbed in the balls by his adamantium claws again for making such a comment. âahaha, how much did you hearâŠ?â
âenough,â he grunted, turning his attention to you, âand youâre coming with me.â
âhuhâ?â there was hardly a moment for you to properly react before he suddenly bent down to grab you by the waist and toss you over his shoulder, âyouâre not even gonna ask me to dinner first?!â you must have looked like a fish out of the water with how your mouth was agape with surprise, and you heard him genuinely chuckle in amusement. both from the fact that you didnât see this coming after all youâve been saying to him as well as the fact that he could pick you up and throw you around like you weighed nothing.
âwell, you didnât exactly greet me with a âhelloâ before shamelessly undressing me with your eyes when we first met, now did you?â you couldnât see if he was smiling or not considering that you were upside-down. the current angle only gave you a close-up view of his perfect ass (not that you were complaining, you need to know his squat routine), unsure if the heat on your face was from the embarrassment of him calling you out or simply from the blood rushing to your head.
âwhat about me? are you lovebirds really going to leave me all by myself, lonely and yearning for the companionship of another while you two fuck like rabbits?â
âahh, go fuck yourself.â the grin on his face dissipated the moment he opened his mouth, but it wasnât enough to ruin his mood as he carried you away to the closest bedroom available, quickly flinging you on the bed without a bother to be careful when handling you since he knew that you could and have taken worse as deadpoolâs sidekick. âwhy are you so nervous? think i donât want you as much as you want me?â
âwait, actually?â your usually confident facade of the overly forward flirt was faltering more and more by the second.
âyouâre so busy ogling my body that you havenât even noticed the way i look at you, huh?â itâs obvious logan was an absolute beast of a man, but when he cages you with his arms between his bulky frame and the mattress, you feel like a little field mouse against a lion. the way your pupils dilate as you look up at him with adorned excitement has him so fucking feral, heat stirring in his stomach and blood rushing to his cock. he traced over your outfit, admiring how the skin-tight leather hugged your curved. âwearing such a slutty little things that leaves nothing to the imagination, and you expected me not to think about pinning you down and fucking you until you pass out?â
you shivered at his words, arousal pooling in your underwear and warmth spreading throughout your body under your skin. this cheeky son of a bitch can smell it too, the sweet smell of desire, sensing how needy you are for his touch and how your pussy is just begging for his attention.Â
as much as he wanted to rip your clothing off and pound into you like there was no tomorrow, he wanted to take his time to properly treasure the cute sidekick who has been reminding him how it feels to be a man again, young and unafraid to pursue the woman of his dreams and treat her right the way that countless of others failed to do. (youâre going to laugh hysterically at him later on down the line when you hear him say that, never thinking you could be the object of anyoneâs affection past a one-night stand, but the look in his eyes makes you realize heâs telling the truth and youâll get all flustered over it.)Â
you can taste the alcohol from earlier when he kisses you and moan into it, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer, all teeth, tongue, and animalistic want. he ran a hand down your torso to reach the zipper of your suit, undoing it in one swift motion, exposing your bare chest to his eager eyes.
âno bra?â
âi donât need it when the suitâ ah!âÂ
he cut you off, not caring about the intricacies of how the costume supported everything when he would only get distracted, moving his lips to take one of your perk nipples in his mouth and sucking like it was going to give him milk or something while pinching the other one in between his fingers. heâs like a kid on christmas playing with his new toy: palming at your breasts, cupping and squishing them together, and realizing that his large hands could practically cover them entirely.
âfuckk, youâre so pretty, doll,â he drawled, letting go of your teat with a âpopâ and kissing your neck before making you gasp by sinking his teeth into your skin. you gasped at the sudden sensation, deep enough to leave a lasting indent but not deep enough to draw blood, as he soothed the fresh wound by licking it with his tongue. everyone was going to know that you were his, especially that motherfucker he knows is listening in on the other side of the door with his cock in his hands.
 âloganâŠâ you rasp, voice barely above a whisper.
âwhat is it, princess?â it was a nickname he has used plenty of times, yet it felt completely different in such a sexually charged situation, so much more intimate in a way that you feel your heart racing even faster than before and a rush of energy within.Â
âneed youâŠâ you murmured.
âcome on, a little louder, you need to use your words.âÂ
âfucking hell,â you covered your face with your hands, trying to ignore the way your cheeks burned, âi need you, logan! iâm gonna go crazy if you donât fuck me right now!â
âhm, is that so?â he had been resting on his side up until now, laying on his back and lifting you up with both hands under your arms. you found yourself sitting pretty in his lap, straddling him, legs on either side of his waist. âwhy donât you work for it then? work for what you wanted so badly this entire time?â
you inhaled sharply, looking down at this fine specimen of a mutant under you made of pure muscle and adamantium with a noticeable tent in his pants, a cocky grin gracing his features daring you to continue. only a fool wouldnât take up his challenge. biting the inside of your mouth, you began to fully strip yourself of all clothing, kicking it off to the side to be forgotten and showing off your beautiful bare body that logan has been dreaming about since the moment he met you. âtake your clothes off too,â you huffed, âitâs not fair for me to be the only one naked.â
he hummed in agreement, taking off the upper half of his yellow and blue-detailed suit, revealing his rippling abs and pecsâ age has yet to make a dent in his physique, he doesnât even look real. heâs not going to remove the bottom half though, both because youâre already on top of him and because you still need to âwork for it.âÂ
experimentally, you rolled your hips on his bulge, feeling a twinge of amusement when he visibly had to clench his jaw to prevent a moan from slipping out. heâs just as pent-up as you are, no matter how hard heâs trying to hide it right now. you fiddled with the metal of his zipper for a moment before pulling it down, motions fidgety with nerves yet still determined to see this through.Â
your eyes widen at the sight of his fully erect cock, noting instantly that heâs bigger than any other guy youâve been with, yet still feeling your mouth water at the size and the vein trailing its underbelly. âis it even going to fit?â you manage to breathe out, reaching out to run a finger over the leaking tip and hearing him hiss.
âonly one way to find out, but i think you can take it.âÂ
placing your hands on his shoulders for balance, you put his theory to the test and raised your body to sink yourself onto him, whimpering at the pleasurable stretch when you manage to make it past the tip. youâre so fucking soaked from your own thoughts and the few minutes of foreplay earlier that you didnât even need his fingers to prep you, just using your slick as a form of natural lube and feeling him slip into you inch by inch.
âthatâs it, doll, just like that,â he praised, the words going right to your head, really enjoying the show of you struggling to take all of him.
âmmhh, loââ his name came out in a more whiny voice than expected with your eyes rolling back and nails raking into his skin. your thighs were aching with the constant repetitive motion of working yourself up and down his cock, taking one step back for two steps forward, more than halfway there yet unsure if you could handle it all when you felt so impossibly full already.
âshhh, i know, i know, sweetheartâ just take your time, iâm not going anywhere.â his words are so sweet despite being a complete asshole by laying back and letting you do all the hard work, hands behind his head and everything while watching his cock slowly disappearing between your folds.
you look at him through glossy half-lidded eyes, brain turned to absolute mush, not even realizing that you had finally taken him to the base and was comfortably nestled on his cock. it took a few moments to adjust to his girth, breathing heavily with the swelling feeling of satisfaction developing within you. you have barely even started, and yet it was already so much better than anything elseâ he was so much better than anyone else.Â
âyou okay?â he waits for you to blink to process his words before nodding slightly, letting out a soft âyeahâ before your eyes went wide when he suddenly grabbed your waist and positioned you under him once again. you didnât notice because you went dumb with dick (to put it bluntly), but he had been restraining himself from flipping you over to be on top or trying to buck his hips into you before you were ready.Â
he then started thrusting into you at a relentless pace, your hands flying up to his biceps and clinging on for dear life to find purchase. there was no frame to go with this mattress you were resting on, but you were sure it would be banging against the wall until it broke if it was there. your eyes were screwed shut with your head thrown back into the pillow, letting out pathetic pitched moans along with stutters of his name as the orgasm in your stomach builds.
âaah, lo-logan!â
âdonât worry, i got you,â he lazily circled your clit with his thumb, feeling you clench even more tightly at the action, âjust let yourself go, relaxâ cum for me, doll.â
you cried out as your climax washed over you, gushing all over his cock and the pants of his suit that neither of you bothered to take off earlier. itâs a shame that you ruined his clothing so soon when he just got this costume, but honestly, he likes it a lot better when the yellow is stained with the evidence of how good he made you feel.
the way your walls spasmed around him made him quickly follow suit, shooting ribbons of his seed into you and painting your insides white. perhaps he would have been able to hold on for a bit longer when he was younger, but he canât find himself caring in the least when you were looking up at him like he was everything right now.
he leaned down to kiss you, slowly pulling out of you, being careful not to rest on top of you and crush you under his weight, generally being uncharacteristically sweet towards you in stark comparison to how he was rocking your world like you were the last two souls on earth just a minute ago.
âso⊠do you like me?â it was the tone he grew accustomed to when you and wade were teasing him, feeling you wrap your arms around him with a sigh and snuggling into his chest.
âyeah⊠i like you a lot more than you thinkâŠâ
Logan is sick and tired of you treating him like he's fragile. He'll ignore his relentless pain to show you what it's like to be taken apart, rough and slow, then fast and agonizing.
wc: 3.5k of pure smut
warnings: heavy smut, lap sitting, fingering, oral (f!receiving and m!receiving), dirty talk, facials, p in v, ruined orgasms, snowballing, kind of angsty, the claws come out, logan is angry with you, kinda toxic, definitely mean, but still kind of sweet, pwp basically, blood, but it's not bloodplay, it's just logan not caring if he's hurt, if i missed any let me know.
Logan comes home and throws himself back on that torn-up leather sofa, thumb flicking his lighter while the other holds a cigar. Itâs less of a distraction from the ache in his bones, and more of a device to push you away. Because if you think heâs tired or angry or hurting, you wonât ask him to fuck you.
Itâs not like he doesnât want you. Of course he does. Itâs the sympathy in your eyes when he gets tired from just a couple of minutes of thrusting that he hates. The whispered, âItâs okay. baby, I can ride you.â The gentle touches across his body and his neck and his face and his beard. It all reeks of pity. And if you were to sit him down one day and ask him why he hates being taken care of, he wouldnât have an answer. He would push the voice in his head down into the void that all the strength he had left fell in, the voice shrinking until itâs nothing as it screams, because Iâve never been taken care of, and I wouldâve loved it back when being taken care of wasnât my only choice.
But itâs fine. You wouldnât ever ask him that question because he knows for a fact that you donât know. If you did, you wouldnât be climbing onto his lap quietly, hands rubbing his sides as you press kisses to his neck.
âI missed you, Logan,â You whisper. Your hips arenât moving; He knows he sat here like this to avoid fucking you, but he almost wishes you were seeking exactly that. Sex, as embarrassing as it would be for him, is better than you holding him because of your sick love for him. He doesnât think you love him in the way lovers do. Itâs the kind of love meant for sick puppies, or the lonely old woman sitting on the bus with all her belongings in plastic bags.
He turns his head to take a drag of his cigar. Silence.
You hold his face, forcing him to look at you as you kiss him. Slow, chaste, no tongue. He feels scrutinized by your touches, and something nervous seats itself deep in his belly.
âHow was your day?â You ask, your gaze snapping between his eyes.
He closes them. âIâm tired,â Logan says flatly.
âI know. Itâs okay.â
There it is again. Pity.
He scoffs. Itâs quiet. Barely there. He didnât mean to. He watches your face fall the smallest bit. A year ago, he wouldnât have noticed, and if he wouldâve, he would blurt out an apology. Now, he does notice, but he secretly wants to watch it fall even further if it means youâll realize how much youâve been hurting him.
You swallow, your thumb rubbing his cheekbone. âI found an American poetry anthology in the basement today. 20th Century. My favorite poem was in it.â
He mumbles, âIn a Station of the Metro. T.S. Elliot.â Remembering the poem you told him about months ago sounds too much like sorry. He wishes heâd pretended to forget.
âElliot Pound,â You correct. Your smile tells him heâs forgiven for an apology he never offered. âIf you can recite it Iâll be impressed.â
âIâm not reciting a goddamn poem.â He sounds sarcastic, and it relieves you, but then you kiss him and heâs wound tight again.
You sigh as you pull back. âWhatâs bothering you, baby?â
âNothingâs botheringââ
âWhatâs bothering you?â You interject.
He shakes his head, clenching his jaw. He makes the decision to sacrifice his dignity for the sake of stopping this conversation. You never could resist an orgasm, especially one caused by him. âEnough of that.â
âWhat?â
But heâs putting out his cigar and lifting you off his lap with a suppressed grunt, then pushing you down on the couch.
âLogan,â You protest.
He continues undoing the drawstring of your pajamas.
You sit up straight, swatting his hand away. âStop.â
He withdraws immediately, breathing hard through his nose as he looks down at the floor. He was wrong, before, about you not knowing. You definitely know, because you donât place a loving hand on his thigh and you donât kiss his shoulder. Heâs grateful.
Instead, you observe his profile, then the quiet tremor in his hand. The impossible stillness of the rest of him. He tends to do that when his nerves are on fire. Thinks being a statue is what people who arenât in chronic pain do.
âDonât do that,â He mumbles, feeling your eyes on him. âI donât need you feeling sorry, or whateverâwhatever the fuck else goes through your head when youâre around me.â
You say nothing. Thatâs the most heâs said about his feelings in a while. He knows it, so he forces himself to say nothing, too. It doesnât last long.
âIâm not dying.â His voice cracks a little at the end and he fights the urge to squeeze his eyes shut.
âI know.â The words come out in a tumble, as if youâre rushing to participate in his lie.
âThen stop looking at me like Iâm dying.â
âOkay.â Tears prickle your eyes but you blink them away.
âOkay,â He repeats.
You take a deep breath. âBut itâs okay to be cared for, Logan.â
He laughs incredulously, and suddenly his volume is rising and his voice is firm. âWould you justâWould you just quit being my fuckinâ mommy? Would you?â
He only lets your silence marinate for a second before he rushes in to kiss you, ignoring the cramps in his muscles as he tugs your neck forward roughly. You squeak against his mouth, fighting his impossible grip on you, but you give up with a shaky exhale through your nose when your efforts prove useless.
âI can take care of you, too,â He grits out. It would sound sweet if it werenât for the frustration in his tone. He pushes you onto the couch the same way he did moments before as he opens your legs by your knees and settles between them. He sucks a dark mark onto your neck, his fingers digging bruises in your ribs.
âI know you can,â You reassure him. You can see where this is going. âAnd I love when you do.â You gasp when he pulls your shirt up over the curve of your breasts.
âNo. You donât.â He pinches one of your nipples and sucks the other into his mouth for a brief second. âItâs okay. Iâll show you so you donât forget again. You wonât want to get ruined any other way.â
âLogan,â You sigh.
He hums against the soft skin just underneath your breast as his hands ravage your body. He begins to unsheathe the adamantium claws in one of his hands so he can rip your top open. Itâs slow and excruciating, so he closes his eyes, but the pain is over too soon and his suspicions are confirmed when he opens his eyes to see them stuck halfway.
You donât expect him to lean back and individually tug each blade free. Thereâs blood, and now itâs dripping onto your belly, and he mumbles something that sounds like an apology as he wipes the dots of red away with his thumb.
But the hazel in his eyes is alive again. You hope itâs you that did that. Hope itâs not the pain or the sight of his own blood. You want to ask him, just to make sure. You donât like hurting, right? You just really like meâ
He slices through your shirt, careful not to graze your skin, and you try to ignore the fact that heâs never that cautious with himself, but you canât.
âLogan, youâre bleeding.â Your voice is unstable.
âItâll heal,â He says quickly, passively. He wipes his burning palm on his wifebeater.
âBut that takes a long time now.â
He meets your eyes, his movements frozen. Heâs angry and youâre not stupid. Youâre pitying him again. He needs you to stop fucking pitying him. When he speaks, his voice is deep and rough and slow, and you would be scared if he wasnât your Logan. âAre you done?â
You donât know what to say, so you just close your eyes and nod. You hear his claws retract faster than when they came out, and almost simultaneously, heâs shoving that same hand under your waistband as two of his calloused fingers push themselves into your cunt.
You arch toward him involuntarily, a ragged moan falling from your lips as he tugs your pajamas off your legs and spits on your pussy to ease the slide of his fingers.
Each groan he pulls from your throat is a step toward dispelling the doubt from your body. Doubt of his capabilities, of his strength, of his devotion to you.
âBeg me to fuck you,â He demands, fingering you roughly.
Your mind is cloudy at this point, from sadness or arousal or both, but you give him what he wants. âFuck me,â You whisper, your eyelids about to flutter shut as you shed a tear.
But then you catch Logan smiling.
He grabs your jaw with his free hand, and you look at him immediately. âYouâre gonna let me use it, right? Get myself off?â You lazily trace his features with your gazeâHis nose, his wrinkles, his beardâbecause you know if it were your fingers instead heâd mistake it for tenderness and get mad again.
You nod, but itâs weak with how hazy everything is.
âGood girl.âÂ
âPlease,â You sigh, âI need you inside of me. I need toâI need it.â
âI know. I know what youâre feeling before you feel it. I know youâve been missing when I used to ruin you.â He lets the pad of his thumb draw quick circles on your clit. âWhat? Thought I couldnât hear you playing with yourself in the shower? If I can hear your heartbeat when I walk through the door, what makes you think I wouldnât have heard you whining my name?â
âLogan,â You sigh, your hips lifting off the couch, coaxing his fingers deeper for as long as possible before heâs shoving you back down with the heel of his palm.
âIâm gonna play with you now. Iâll fuck you after, donât worry your pretty head about it.â
âWhat do you mean?â You breathe, fighting to keep your eyes open as he finds your g-spot.
He grins dirtily, in a way that makes your head spin and your thighs clench around his hand. Youâre barely processing his words as he bends down to mumble in your ear, âRight when youâre about to make a mess on my fingers, Iâm gonna stop. Then Iâm gonna go down on you. And Iâm gonna lick your pretty pussy, maybe even fuck you with my tongue if youâre good. And guess what? Guess what Iâm gonna do when youâre this close?â
âYouâre gonna stop,â You whine.
âIâm gonna stop,â He nods, and itâs mocking, but itâs gentle, and heâs fucking killing you with the way heâs talking right now. âBut Iâm not mean. Iâll give you a break. You can calm down when my dick is in your mouth, okay?â
âOkay,â You breathe, your hips unabashedly grinding on his fingers. But you want to reassure him he is mean, and you especially want to tell him how much you love it. âLogan, Iâm gonnaââ
He withdraws his fingers from you so fast it almost burns. You clench around nothing, your lower half spasming as your orgasm barely approaches before falling away again. Only a hint of pleasure is able to make it through the cracks, and you cling onto it, hoping if you focus hard enough, the wave will come back. It doesnât. You should regret warning Logan that you were about to finish, but all you feel is comfort now that heâs finally proud of you again.
Another tear streams down the side of your face, landing in your hair. Loganâs watching you as he pets your thigh, his lips parted when he leans down over you. He kisses your wet cheek softly, his beard rough on your skin. Itâs unlike him to offer you affection this gracefully during sex. Itâs always shaky limbs and suppressed groans and dirty kisses. Both of you know it.Â
He moves down your body, until his face is hovering over your cunt. He doesnât have his reading glasses on, so he has to pull his head back and squint as he spreads your folds with his thumbs, studying what you look like. He licks a stripe over you. A second, longer one, before he zeroes in on your clit. You can do nothing except lay there and take it as your hips twitch from overstimulation under his firm hands.
âOh my god,â You whisper, your fingers twisting in his hair. âF-Fuck.â
He moans at that, pressed right up against you, the sound deep and delicious and vibrating. âFeel good?â He asks teasingly with a nip to your inner thigh.
âWhat doâWhat the fuck do you think?â
He breathes a laugh. Itâs short and airy, not frustrated like before, and a warmth ignites itself in the back of your mind. Itâs overpowering even the feeling of his mouth licking and sucking your most sensitive area; Itâs the relief that heâs still hiding the Logan you fell in love with somewhere in there.
You wind your fingers in his hair and scratch his scalp. You try to do it lovingly, although it comes across as sexual and Loganâs breath hitches in pleasure against your pussy instead. So as you suppress a gasp from the pure skill of his tongue, you show your affection differentlyâyou hold the wounded hand he has resting face-up beside your hip. The cuts embedded there are easy to avoid as your thumb rubs the lines of his palm, because even though you canât see his hand, the puffiness surrounding each slash on his skin are your cues.
He doesnât move his hand away, but his tongue falters for a fraction of a second before slowing down.
The kind of love youâre pressing into Loganâs skin with each gentle stroke is unrecognizable to him. Itâs not the pitiful love heâs so used to. He thinks it might be the opposite. Admiration. Reverence.
âIâm so empty,â You whisper, bringing your hands to grope Loganâs biceps. Theyâre sweaty and hard and flexing under your touch, and you wonder if he would let you ride them one day.
When your climax starts to creep up on you, itâs thanks to the image of Logan forcing you to lick your arousal clean off his bicep. Indulgently swirling your tongue along his pronounced veins, savoring the taste of his sweat mixed with yourself. Heâd probably say somthing like, fuckinâ filthy. Getting yourself off on my arm. Who does that? Are you that obsessed with me?
Logan feels you squeezing his tongue, harder than all the other times before, so he withdraws at the last moment, ruining your orgasm once again.
 You convulse silently, your breath coming out stuttered with your twitching jaw. As if he can read your mind, he unbuckles his belt and removes his pants and boxers. But he doesnât strip himself of his wifebeater, stained with blood.
Itâs the hottest thing in the world.
You blink, and suddenly Logan is hovering above you with his cock over your face. He rubs his leaking tip on your cheeks first, then your lips, and when you open your mouth to take him, he moves his cock away and nudges your jaw shut with his free hand, shaking his head.
âNot yet.â
A whine lodges itself in your throat as Logan spreads his pre-come over the plush of your lips. It escapes only when he lets go of his cock in favor of massaging his wetness across your lips and on your tongue with his thumb. His hard cock is bobbing above you, almost tantalizingly, the occasional drip of arousal landing itself somewhere near your eyes, then your hair, then your mouth, and you watch Loganâs brow furrow as you try to lick whatever you can.
His resolve snaps. A calloused hand squeezes at your cheeks until your jaw falls open. His cock is in your mouth before you can process it, thick and heavy and wet. So. Incredibly. Wet. You start to wonder how itâs even possible that heâs this hard at his age, but you know he wouldnât want you to be wondering that, so you happily push the thought away.
You suck your cheeks in, swirling your tongue around his tip as you bob your head to meet the subtle, almost imperceivable thrust of his hips. Youâre taking it well, you know you are.
He moves back until his cock slips out of your mouth. âI donât wanna come like this. Wanna fuck you.â
âYeah, yes. Fuck me. Please.â
He stands up and turns you on your front, your knees pressing into the soft couch cushions with your ass in the air.
âLogan,â You plead as you feel his tip pressing at your entrance.
âIâve got you,â He says quietly, pushing in until half of his cock is comfortably squeezed by your cunt. Both your breathing is loud and labored, and thereâs a specific kind of intimacy in knowing youâre both feeling identical things. Overwhelming and hot and unquenchable by anything other than each other.
His first thrust is shallow, but it ruins you all the same. With how thick he is, it should feel like an intrusion. But all you can think about is how perfectly he fits inside of you.
âFuck,â Logan breathes. âLook at that.â He traces around your entrance with his thumb. âStretching so wide to take me.â
You moan, pressing your cheek against the sofa as you rock with his thrusts. He still hasnât pressed all the way in yet, and youâre growing impatient. âCome on,â You urge, pushing yourself back to force more of his cock into you.
You expect him to chastise you for being so greedy, but he listens to you instead with a slow, full thrust. His tip nudges your cervix with how deep he is, and a ragged moan escapes you. âYes,â You whine, âOh god, yes.â
Loganâs breaths are coming out heavy through his nose, quick and occasionally intertwined with a grunt. His thrusts are getting quicker, and itâs starting to burn, but you welcome every sensation he has to offer you. He pulls out, spits on his cock, then shoves himself back inside, and this time youâre both unabashedly moaning the minute youâre joined again.Â
His fingers dig in the plush of your ass as he observes himself disappearing into you. It hurts, but you love it. He knows you do, so he spanks you quickly before gripping you and rutting against you again.
âI love when you fuck me,â You whisper, feeling ashamed as soon as the confession leave you. âWhen you properly fuck me.â
He slows for a moment so he can watch his cock glisten with how wet you are. âI know.â He picks back up his punishing pace.
Your eyes begin to water, from pain or pleasure, you canât tell. âI love you.â
âI know,â He repeats, this time breathier. His hips stutter. You can tell heâs close.
âI want it on my face,â You tell him quickly, his impending orgasm giving you no time to worry about being too forward.
He pulls out again, letting you turn onto your back as he shifts up your body. He jerks himself furiously, but you swat his hand away and take it upon yourself to stroke him.
âCome for me,â You tell him honestly, softly. His eyes squeeze shut and his lips part around a trembling exhale.
âIâm gonnaââ He groans over and over as his release coats your face in long stripes. Some of it even lands in your hair, but you donât care. Your own fingers work your clit as you stick your tongue out and taste him. Logan bends down to kiss you, chest heaving and hands shaky, and you rub yourself faster, swapping his release between the two of you with a hum. He pulls back so you both can swallow, then he kisses your cheeks with his rough beard, uncaring about the mess on your face.
You donât know youâre coming until itâs over and youâre breathless, and itâs almost excruciating with how much heâs ruined you, but youâre so exhausted you canât find it in yourself to dwell on it a second longer.
You wrap your arms around his neck and tug him down for another kiss because you can hardly remember the one he just gave you.
âIâm sorry I had been treating you all wrong,â You say carefully.
âIt doesnât matter anymore.â His voice is rough from his orgasm.
You nod, your lips brushing his as you smooth sweaty strands of hair away from his forehead. These touches are hard for him. Any variation of your chaste affection is a reminder that heâs not really Logan anymore.
But the shame in it is gone. Replaced by the reassurance that he can still surround you with safety and firm hands and blatant desire;
And for a moment, heâs his old self again.
A/N: it's been so long since i've written anything, but logan has been consuming my brain for weeks so i had to get this out. i hope it's true to his character. <3 also, my asks are open, so feel free to request anything you want to read about.
Sophie was the best dog. I felt so safe with her. She would lick away my tears until I laughed. She would be at the door when I got home. She let my daughter love her by putting hairbands and such on her.
She comforted me when I clipped her nails too short and cried about accidentally hurting her.
I love you sophie. I love you so much. I miss you.
Tw: roleplay, power dynamics/implied (ownership) (dom-coded! Gator Tillman and sub!coded fem!reader, innocence kink, humiliation!sir!kink! unprotected sex!)
Wc: 495
A/n: pls help a writer out and comment/reblog! Means a lot to me :) -Liz
Heâs across the room. Standing, eyes focused on you, his hand slowly pawing at his growing bulge. Youâre against a wall, wearing nothing but a new lingerie set youâve gotten. Pink, of course.
You are a deer, caught in the headlights. His combat boots pound against the wooden floor as he walks on over to you, handcuffs jingling from his pants.
You give him the sweetest, most innocent look you could muster. âIs there a problem, Mister?,â you ask, batting your eyelashes, your shiny lip gloss reflecting in the dim light.
âNeed to inspect you. Might be a danger,â he gruffly tells you, his lips parting as a large hand comes up to cup your cheek. âListen fâme and turn around,â he commands, hand still pawing at his very noticeable bulge.
He turns you around by grabbing your neck. Your back is to him now, almost completely bare and exposed to him. He is dressed. The power he has over you makes you so giddy youâd scream. But you wonât. Not unless he says.
âThatâs a good girl,â he praises, you hear him fiddle with a toothpick in his mouth. His lips trail along the back side of your neck, giving you goosebumps. His hands slowly trace from the top of your body to the bottom, stopping to harshly squeeze your tits. âYou sure are passing the inspection, sweetheart. All dolled up fâme,â he chuckles, and gives your cheeks a hard slap.
âWanna be good,â you purr, in complete bliss as you feel him undress, his hairy chest pressed up against your back, you hear him unbuckle his belt. âYouâre my good girl, arenât ya? Gonna take this cock however I want, yeah?,â he chides, a hand coming up to tilt your head. âYes! Yes, anything, anything, you murmur, lost in his scent, his voice, the feeling of him.
Another harsh, stinging, slap brings you to reality. âYes, what?,â he asks, cementing his role over you. âYes, sir,â you plead. âGlad to see she still has manners. Shit,â he mutters, pressing his cock against your sopping pussy.
âBeg for it.â
You whimper, feeling humiliated. âPlease! Please, sir. Want your cock. Need it,â you whine. He chuckles. You get your way as his perfectly thick cock slips into you, hairy chest against your back. âGood girl, listening to her sir. Gonna have her cream on my cock how many times I want, isnât that right, sweetheart?â
You were lost in bliss to answer. His veiny, thick hands gripping at your skin until it turns red, his strength, his musk, his guns in the corner, his chest hair.
You felt his balls slapping against your folds, his cock perfectly filling you up, over and over, over and over. âPlease, need to cum, sir. Please,â you wail, your body tired from his manhandling.
âCum fâme, thatâs it, thatâs my good fuckinâ girl, my little sweetheart to play with,â he grunts, as he releases inside you.
"The world is indeed full of peril, and in it there are many dark places; but still there is much that is fair, and though in all lands love is now mingled with grief, it grows perhaps the greater."
he slumped into a seat and ran his fingers through his long white hair, pushing it out of his face as he let out a long sigh and looked down at the document in his hands, scanning the content.
Celeborn pushed his hair from his face again and it fell and he sighed, clearly heâd had a long day.
his hair continued to fall in his face, agitating him more and more. You chucked and walked over, pulling his hair out of his face before becoming mesmerized by the softness.
Celeborn glanced at you before looking back at the document. You smiled and tucked his hair behind his ear, causing him to drop the document and grab your wrists gently.
ây/n, the ears of and elf are far more sensitive than you could ever imagineâŠâ
your face heated up. âIâm sorry!â
Celeborn gave you a soft smile. âI never said I didnât like itâŠâ
Haldir:
you came up behind him as he was sharpening his sword, this was the only time you could ever catch him off his guard.
you pulled the hair from his face and placed a kiss on his cheek.
you watched his lips go into an o shape before he fixed his composure. âI assume your prepared for war then?â
âwar? Why are you always so seriou-â next thing you knew you where in his lap, his lips on yours and sword long forgotten.
âif anyone sees me like this, Iâll never live it downâŠâ he mumbled as he fell onto his back in the soft grass, tour lips still on his.
your arms went around his neck, getting lost on his hair. Your lips left his and blazed a trail up his jaw until you reached his pointed ear, nipping at it playfully. he grabbed the back of your shirt in two fistfuls and let out a whine that he tried to suppress.
you knew instantly that youâd found his weak spot and planed on using it against him when needed.
I somehow imagined Oropher just before the battle of Dagorlad, rising bis sword and encouraging his soldiers with a rousing battle cry, not knowing that it would be his last fight⊠Cuio vae, Oropher!
I also liked the idea of Thranduil wearing the silver crown in honour of his father on the battlefields in the future â€ïž
compliment people. not in the âfakeâ way, but in the sense that if you notice how great their hair looks, or how hard they have been working in the past few days, or how cute and inspiring their blog is, tell them. theyâll appreciate it, and maybe blush a little or smile, eyes lightening up, and maybe that little compliment or ask will make their day.
Trump says he doesnât know shit about P2025, ABC News theorizes heâs full of it
you can find plenty more information on Project 2025 on any reputable news source, but I thought Iâd confirm OP wasnât full of fear-mongering shit, âcuz this is insane.
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