Imagine you and Geralt go on a hunt and Jaskier panics and you two have a talk
Imagine you and Geralt get in an argument before bed
Imagine hiding in a protected closet to prevent being killed but Jaskier making it harder than it should be.
Imagine being Geraltâs twin sister (also a witcher) and getting mad at your brother for yelling at Jaskier. Part 2
Imagine Geralt is worried after you get knocked out by a creature.
Imagine Geralt meets (you) Jaskierâs sister for the first time.
Imagine Geralt scares off lords that want to court you.
Imagine Geralt having feelings for (you) Jaskierâs pregnant sister. Part 2
Marvel:
Imagine you are drunk, and Steve is there to suffer your antics.
Imagine getting annoyed with Cable because he took your kill and telling your brother Wade that you and Cable have sex.
Imagine your on a run with Steve and Sam and you break your ankle. Bucky isnât very happy with Steve.
Imagine you give Tony the silent treatment after he makes fun of Steve.
Imagine you get in angry with Steve about the way he talks to your brother ( Tony).
Imagine Stephen meets Tonyâs sister.
Imagine Tony finds out he has a daughter.
Imagine Stephen Strange being angry that you and Tony keep calling him a wizard.
Imagine you are Steveâs best friend and when Bucky returns you give them space so that Bucky can get back on his feet, but this causes Steve to ask you why.
Imagine you and Stephen meet  in Kamar- Taj.
Imagine being Steveâs modern day daughter, but being closer to Tony.
Imagine Telling Tony that your parents think you are dating.
Imagine cuddling up to Stephen.
Imagine Steve and Tonyâs daughter (you) fall asleep on the couch.
Imagine after an argument with Steve you leave to a bar and get drunk, he finds you and takes you home.
The Mandalorian:
Imagine the first time you meet the child after the Mandalorian clans arrange you and Din to get married.
Imagine Omera doesnât know that you are engaged with Din.
Imagine you and Din take off your gloves for the child.
Imagine Din wanting you to talk to him.
Warrior
Chapter 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6
Game of Thrones:
Imagine Oberyn discovers you are his niece that he thought was killed by the mountain.
Imagine Oberyn discovers you are his niece he believed was killed by the mountain. PT 2
Narcos:
Imagine you are a new DEA agent working with Javier Peña and Steve Murphy.
Movies:Â
Sand Castle (Netflix)-
Imagine Syverson and you get drunk and you tell him you want a baby.
The reader is my OC, Akela, just with the pronouns/name changed as Tumblr seems to prefer reader!fics. Her version of each story can be found here.
one shots
Sticks and Stones (Geralt x reader) - After Renfriâs death, you find Geralt surrounded by a crowd of people throwing stones at him and yelling at him to die. Needless to say, you react in the only way possible. Like a witcher.
Heart of Geralt (Geralt x Jaskier x reader) - Geralt and Jaskierâs first meeting, except with an added twist. Who knew the White Wolf liked raspberries?
The White Wolf and His Pup (Geralt x OC) - Geralt finds a baby girl in the woods, and for some reason, he canât quite let her go.
Fragile (Geralt x OC) - Geralt deals with a sick baby.
An Accidental Purpose (Geralt x witchers x OC) - Geralt brings the baby he found in the woods to Kaer Morhen to meet Vesemir and his brothers.
Like Father, Like Daughter (Geralt x OC) - Geralt should have expected his childâs first word to be âfuckâ.
Raising a Wild Pup (Geralt x OC) - Geralt deals with a tantrum, watches the sun set, and goes swimming. In one evening. Thatâs his superpower. He calls it fatherhood.
Eleven (Geralt x reader) - For a five-year-old, political events can be boring. Thankfully, Geralt is a master at distracting you.
Fire (Geralt x reader) - Itâs your birthday, and you and Geralt celebrate by playing a game.
Book (Geralt x reader) - After a long day, you ask Geralt to read you a story before bed.
Eye of the Beholder (Geralt x Yennefer x Jaskier x reader) - Geralt has a tendency to cover your eyes whenever a naked person steps into viewâas any father doesâbut this proves to be quite difficult when he first meets Yennefer.
Sex and Apologies (Geralt x Yennefer x Jaskier x reader) - After the djinn causes the building to fall around Geralt and Yennefer, you believe your guardian to be dead. He is, of course, very much alive, and youâre far from happy.
First (Geralt x reader) - You smile at a boy, and Geralt starts to worry.
Little Traveller (Geralt x reader) - While staying at an inn, you sleepwalk, leaving a very uneasy Geralt to come and find you.
You Make Me Smile (Geralt x reader) - The one thing you should never do is start a tickle fight with a witcher.
Each Other (Geralt x reader) - Geralt would never have believed that heâd one day find himself braiding a teenage girlâs hair, never mind her braiding his⊠But here he is. And he isnât complaining.
Like Him (Geralt x Jaskier x reader) - You and Geralt have an argument, and it takes a certain bard to get you to stop glaring daggers at each other and make up.
Dad (Geralt x reader) - Three times Geralt called you his daughter, and the one time you called him âDadâ.
A Motherâs Touch (Yennefer x reader) - Geralt is great, but sometimes, all you need is a motherâs arms to wrap around you and hold you close.
To Annoy a Witcher (Geralt x reader) - Five times Geralt hated the bardâs song, and the one time he didnât.
Wild Rabbit (Geralt x reader) - You meet your motherâthe mother who, as the stories go, left you to the monsters in the woods. Fortunately, you were found by Geralt before they could get you, but itâs safe to say youâre not happy to see this woman⊠and neither is Geralt.
Mud Monster (Geralt x Jaskier x reader) - Jaskier should have known better than letting you convince him to play a prank on Geralt.
To Love and Be Loved (Geralt x Yennefer x reader) - Geralt and Yennefer arenât exactly the most well-behaved parents when it comes to you and teenage boys.
Fishy Business (Geralt x OC) - Geralt teaches you how to catch fish.
Until the End (Geralt x reader) - After Geralt loses both Yennefer and Jaskier on that mountainside, youâre there to assure him that heâs not alone.
Constant (Geralt x reader)Â - Youâre worried that, once Geralt finds Ciri, heâll stop caring for you. Geraltâs quick to put your mind at ease.
Jealousy (Geralt x Ciri x reader) - You meet Ciri, and you are less than happy.
Name Game (Geralt x reader) -Â Geralt accidentally calls Ciri something he shouldnât have.
The Pup and the Cub (Ciri x reader) - Geralt leaves you and Ciri to finally sort out your differences.
The Bard and the Barber (Geralt x Jaskier x Ciri x reader) -Â Though youâre all too happy to see Jaskier again, thereâs one thing that must go: his hair.
Luna Wolf (Geralt x reader) - Geralt finds you on the bleak path of revenge as you hunt the leshy that killed Eskel.
For Eskel (Ciri x reader) - In the Temple of Melitele, you grieve Eskel. Â
drabbles
Geralt x Jaskier -Â (âFor someone whoâs totally selling the monster-killing, impassive mystique, youâre surprisingly kid-friendly.â)
Geralt x Lambert x Eskel x Vesemir - (Geralt was beginning to think he should never have introduced Akela to the other witchers.)
Witchers (âYou know this means war.â)
Geralt x reader - (âIâm bleeding!â)
Geralt x reader - (âAre you mad at me?â)
Geralt x reader - (âWhat the hell are you holding and why is itâŠwriggling?â)
Geralt x reader - (âHear my heartbeat? Just focus on that.â)
Geralt x Lambert x reader - (âPoke me again and see what happens.â)
Geralt x Jaskier x reader - (âFor the first time in my life, I genuinely want to throw my life in the ocean.â)
Geralt x reader - (âIâll be here when you wake up.â)
Geralt x reader - (âWhereâs Roach?â)
Geralt x reader - (âYou have a stick in your hair.â)
Geralt x reader - (âYou know I love you.â)
Jaskier x reader - (âIâll always be there for you.â)
Geralt x reader -Â (Waking up face down in the dirt didnât surprise him. The fact that said dirt was in a rose garden, did.)
Geralt x reader - (âYou can join them, you know.â)
Knight! James Logan Howlett x Princess! Female Reader
Summary:Â The story of Princess Y/N Xavier and her Knight.
Warnings:Â Every chapter will have its own warnings but here are some overall warnings: nakedness, talk of sex / sexual innuendos (no actual smut), torture, abuse, death of main character(s), serious injuries, canon-level violence.
Notes:Â I DO NOT DO TAGLISTS. I just encourage everyone to follow and interact! Iâm excited for this series! Likes, reblogs, comments and asks are encouraged and very appreciated!
A/N: I only realized with this installment that I've been working from a tag list that was missing quite a few names. I apologize for the mistake. đ
Summary: Although Erebor is his once more, Thorin knows there is still a great threat to the peace of Middle Earth. Azog is gone, but another has taken his place and has sworn to finish what Azog began. Erebor is back, but itâs sadly lacking in protection and as much as he hates the thought of it, Thorin knows there is one thing that will guarantee the safety and continuation of his line.
War is coming and all Eirlys of Mirkwood wishes to do is fight alongside her brother Legolas and the other elves, united with Men and Dwarves in their attempt to quell the renewed tensions between them and the orc army of the north. But, her father, ThranduĂl has other plans. Unite his kingdom with the newly reestablished kingdom of Erebor and use the power of both to defeat the orcs.
An arranged marriage that neither side wants, but both sides need. But what happens when the two sides realize that maybeâjust maybeâbeing together isn't quite as bad as they'd thought...
Pairing: Thorin x ofc Eirlys of Mirkwood
Warnings: None
Rating: T
Word Count: 2.2k
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The doors to Mirkwoodâs Throne Room were closed as Eirlys and Madris approached them and Eirlys was fairly certain sheâd never heard the kind of silence that infiltrated the palace corridors. It was an odd silence, for she heard the click of her heels on the stone and wood floor, the soft swish of her skirts, and she even heard a softer-still swish of her tulle veil against her shoulders.
What she didn't hear, though, was the sounds of her fellow elves, of the too-numerous-to-count guestsâboth important and ordinaryâwho were no doubt seated just beyond those closed doors, awaiting her arrival. She knew there were too many to count, as sheâd seen the literal stacks of heavy, creamy envelopes to be sent out several weeks earlier. She wasn't certain, but thought it quite possible everyone in all of Middle Earth had been invited to see the wedding of Princess Eirlys of Mirkwood and King Thorin II of Erebor.
Her stomach hurt.
Who knew butterflies could have such powerful wings?
Her blood roared through her temples, her mouth drier with each step. Her heart sped up, and beat with such force, she glanced sideways at Madris to see if she heard it as well. If she did, however, Madris gave no indication. Instead, she smiled as they reached the doors.Â
âAre you ready, Your Highness?â
âIâm not so certain Iâll ever be ready,â Eirlys managed to whisper, her throat so dry, it hurt when she swallowed.
âYour Highness, may I be frank with you?â
That made Eirlys smile. âIf I say no, will it stop you?â
Her maid smiled back, shaking her head. âNo.â
âGo on.â
âYouâve no need to be nervous. He seems a good and decent man, even if he is a dwarf, and I think you should focus instead on how you will be permitted to kiss him as often as you wish and whenever you wish. And you will even be allowed to enjoy doing so.â
âMadris!â Eirlys couldn't hold back her laughter, the flowers in her bouquet rustling as she gave into it. âThatâs terrible.â
âIt is not at all terrible.â Madrisâ expression grew serious and she reached out to curve her hands against Eirlysâ bare shoulders, her palms warm and comforting. âAnd you need not be afraid, either. In time, I think you will both be very happy.â
âI hope so.â
âYou will be.â
âMadris, you donât know that.â
âNo,â she stepped back, shaking her head, âI don't know that for certain. But I feel it. Now, go. I will see you later, to ready you for bed.â
Eirlys swallowed hard, but nodded just the same. âOf course.â
âYou will be fine.â
âI have no choice.â
Madris leaned in and lightly kissed her on the cheek. âHeâs waiting for you.â
Drawing in a deep breath, Eirlys nodded and stepped back. âI know.â
Madris offered up a maternal smile and a wink and then she was gone, leaving Eirlys there alone, staring at the closed doors.Â
âAhh⊠there you are.â ThranduĂl swept toward them, regal and elegant in his finery of gold and green, his usual crown of branches replaced by one of gold and adorned with topaz and emerald and garnets that all sparkled in the brilliant sunlight that spilled down through the canopy high over their heads.
âYou say that as if you thought I wouldnât be,âshe replied with a smile.
âYou are quite resourceful when faced with something you might not want to do.â
âPapa, when did I say I did not wish to do this?â
He offered her a long look. âEirlys.â
âVery well, at first, perhaps I wasn't mad about the idea,â she told him, âbut, I don't feel that way any longer. I find I rather like His Highness.â
âGood. I feel better about sending you away then.â
He joked, of course, but she gasped as if his words horrified her. âPapa!â
âI tease you, selyĂ«.â He smiled as he bent to brush her cheek with his fingertips. âYou remind me so very much of your mother, you know. She would be quite proud of you.â
Eirlys swallowed hard at his soft words. It wasnât often she dwelled on their loss, but today was the one day she wished more than ever that her mother walked amongst them still. âI hope so.â
âShe would. And I think she would approve of this match as well. She was rather fond of dwarves. Thought them loud and uncouth at times, but also loyal to a fault and protective of their women. And Thorin had best be protective of you.â
She had no way of knowing whether or not he would be, but she still nodded. âI think he will be, Papa. He seems a good man.â
âI would accept no less for you.â He offered his arm. âNow, if you are ready?â
She pressed her lips together and nodded, but when strains of music wafted from the Throne Room, which sent a sense of urgency through her. She could still run. Could turn and dash back to her chambers, run out to the stables, steal one of her fatherâs horses, and take off. Her father would be hot on her heels of course, but she but she might have just enough time to lose herself somewhere in the forest around her.
But then what? What purpose would that serve?Â
Besides, she did want to kiss Thorin again.
So, with that in mind, she drew in a deep breath, squared her shoulders, and said, âI am, Papa.â
âVery well.â ThranduĂl covered her hand with his, then bobbed his head at the two stoic pages on either side of the doorway. With that bob, they moved, their expressions solemn as they each grasped a door handle and tugged, allowing the doors to swing open without a sound.Â
Eirlys was a vision in gold as she swept down a long, wide aisle toward him on her fatherâs arm. As he stood there, Thorin could not take his eyes from her, nor could he decide if she was real or if she was some ethereal figment of his imagination, for not in his wildest dreams did he ever think his bride would leave him struck dumb at the sight of her.
He swallowed hard when ThranduĂl lifted Eirlysâ hand from his arm to set it in Thorinâs open hand and murmured, âYouâd best keep your word, Thorin, and take the best of care with my daughter.â
Thorin nodded slowly. âI fully intend to do just that. You need not worry about her in the slightest.â
âGood. Then I entrust her to you. Do not make me regret doing so.â
With that, ThranduĂl stepped back and the world consisted of only Thorin and Eirlys and he couldnât help how he stared at her, for she stole the breath from his lungs.Â
The ceremony itself was a mere blur to him as she reached him, slipped her arm through his, and it seemed only moments later, he leaned in to kiss his new wife.
Her lips pursed in anticipation of his kiss and as his met them, his toes actually curled in his heavy boots. Her lips were so very softâsofter than anything heâd ever felt beforeâand warm and her kiss filled him at once with a sweet fire that had him wanting to part his lips and give into the urge to gently explore the silky heat of her mouth.
She drew back slowly, before he could do just that, and as he met her gaze, he smiled and to his surprise, she smiled back. Her eyes, a lighter shade of blue than his own, sparkled as she murmured, âTheyâre all watching us, arenât they?â
He couldn't help his chuckle as he glanced sidelong at the multitude of wedding guests all staring at them as if waiting for something else to happen. âI do believe so, yes.â
âKiss me again and see what they do.â
He met her gaze. âAre you serious?â
She didn't reply, but shifted her bouquet to one hand, leaned into him, and slid her free hand about his neck. Her fingers tightened against him, pulled him to meet her kiss and as he did, the crowd gathered simply disappeared, for when their lips met, he lost himself in her kiss. Sweet and innocent at first, it quickly deepened, her lips parting, her tongue delving between his lips to caress his, just as heâd imagined doing only moments ago. Heâd let his hands rest on her hips, but as her kiss deepened, he eased his arms about her waist, drew her up against him.Â
As he reluctantly drew back and broke the kiss, he became aware of the laughter rippling through the guests. Eirlysâ cheeks were flushed, her eyes sparkling with hints of mischief as she said, âThatâs what they waited for.â
âIâm glad we didn't disappoint them.â
âWe should acknowledge them.â
âOr we could just kiss again.â
The flush in her cheeks deepened, but her smile widened. âThere will be time for that later.â
He knew she only teased, but that didn't stop a flash of heat from shooting through him. Still, they had a long day before them and it would be some time before they would be alone. From the ceremony, they would make their way into the Great Hall for the celebration that was to follow.Â
Eirlys tucked her arm through his, her smile never wavering as she did, and he found that smile sent a warm flutter through him. Covering her hand with his, he said, âWe probably should acknowledge them.â
She nodded, her eyes dancing further as she replied, âAlthough, I would much rather kiss again.â
âAs would I. But, Iâm glad you think so as well.â
Her hand tightened on his arm as they both turned toward their guests, who erupted into cheers and applause. Eirlysâ hand was warm beneath his, and when he squeezed her hand, she squeezed his arm in return, which sent more heat swirling through him.Â
They made their way up along the white runner that led back to the Throne Room doors, where they were ushered by the pages to the Great Hall, where the grand reception was to take place.Â
Although dwarves were fond of their celebrations and certainly knew how to host a party, the woodland elves put them all to shame. Ale and sparkling wine flowed, the music was lively, the food sumptuous and rich, and the company some of the best heâd ever kept.
A million tiny fairy lights bathed the Great Hall in soft, white light and the tables were draped with creamy ivory linens embroidered with green and gold thread, and set with the finest of elven silver and crystal. The scent of wildflowers perfumes the air and the gentle, silvery whisper of harps reached their ears.
The evening was a whirlwind of dancing and music, of wine and laughter, and Thorin couldnât seem to let Eirlys wander far from his reach. In fact, he spent most of the reception with her in his arms on the dance floor or with her hand resting in his as they greeted and chatted with guests from near and far.
It was far into the night, very nearly morning, before the party broke up and Eirlysâ maid came up to catch her by the hand. âI beg your pardon, Your Majesty,â she said to him with a hint of a smile, âbut Iâve come to help ready Her Majesty for bed. Also, His Majesty has already taken the liberty of moving your belongings into her chambers.â
He smiled. âOf course. I expected as much.â
Eirlys turned to him. âI didn't think you would mind. I imagine my chambers are larger than the ones youâve been given.â
He bobbed his head. âIâll wager you are correct. I mean, mine suffice, of courseââ
She burst out laughing. âIâll not tell my father you found your chambers lacking.â
âI did not sayââ
âI am but teasing you,â she interrupted softly before leaning in to brush her lips across his cheek. âGo and enjoy yourself.â
âI wonât be long,â he replied.
âTake your time. Iâm not going anywhere, you know.â
She didn't give him a chance to answer, before her maid tugged on her arm and drew her down the corridor, while ThranduĂl came up behind him and said, âThorin, come and take a drink with me. There is a matter I wish to speak with you about.â
He turned toward his new father-in-law, who seemed no worse for the wear despite how easily the sparkling wine flowed. In fact, ThranduĂl even smiled as he added, âItâs nothing terrible. I promise you this.â
Although heâd much rather have followed his new bride, Thorin managed to smile back. âOf course.â
âGood.â ThranduĂl gestured to a table nearest the bar. âJoin me, then. It wonât take long.â
Tag List: @mrsdurin @i-did-not-mean-to @fizzyxcustard @xxbyimm @kibleedibleedoo
contains: 18+ SMUT MDNI, swearing, established relationship, a little sub!logan leaning, gratuitous amounts of dirt talk, MEN IN PANTIES RAHHH, oral sex (male!receiving), face fucking, tiny pain kink, nat writing a blowjob scene the world must be ending, porn w/o plot, no use of yn.
nat's note: okay i wrote this way faster than i expected too so...here! think of it as a little smutty offering will i work on some more plot heavy fics! I also went ahead and tagged everyone who's filled out my taglist, but i know men in panties isn't everyone's thing so if you aren't interested feel free to ignore this one lol kisses!
logan's not a virgin by any means, but he's still wearing white...
You still canât believe Logan agreed to this in the first place. Itâs a miracle in itself really. He's not the kind of man you'd call 'easily persuaded' but that never mattered when it came to you.
"I swear to God, kid." Logan's deep voice rings from the bathroom, apprehensive and overly serious. "If you fuckin' laughâŠâ
You roll your eyes, fingers laced together on top of your stomach as you lay back on your shared bed. âIâm not gonna laugh, promise.â
There's a long pause coming from the bathroom, but you can still hear him shuffling around. The soft sounds of fabric rustling echoing off the tiles as he moves. Your heart picks up in your chest, pulse fluttering wildly as you wait.
After what feels like an eternity, Logan finally steps out, and your breath catches in your throat.
Your greedy eyes rake over the miles and miles of tan skin on display just for you. Hungry gaze trailing all the way from the strong planes of his chest, to the contours of his abs, to finally rest on the simple pair of lacy white panties you picked out all those months ago.
They cling to his body perfectly. Snug across his hips like a second skin, showing off the corded muscle of his hairy thighs, looking both out of place and somehow perfect on him all at once.
The sight of himâall raw power and hard linesâframed by something so soft, is irresistible.
For just a moment, it's like your brain can't quite comprehend what's in front of you. It's almost absurdâlike a wolf caught in a garden of roses. A juxtaposition that sends arousal leaking sticky and wet in your own panties.
Logan clears his throat, breaking the silence as he shifts uncomfortably on his feet. You tear your eyes away from his body and back up to his face.
Thereâs a flicker of something in his eyes, like heâs testing the waters, gauging your reaction. You can tell that every bit of him wants to exude how much he doesn't like this.
You can see it in the hard stare he's giving you, in the tight clench of his jaw, in the stiffness of his posture.
Luckily for the both of you, you can also see right through him.
Once you push past all the for show huffing and puffing, all the deep set frown lines, all the faux angry glaresâthere's no denying that Logan is hard.
The evidence is right in front of you, the jut of his cock pressing lewdly against the lace.
He's too big, you think a little hysterically, too big to be contained in the delicate frilliness of the fabric. His cock is forced to stick straight up, pressed against the coarse trail of hair down his stomach.
âSee,â you say, voice gone high and breathy, your throat suddenly a lot drier than before. âNot laughingâŠâ
Your eyes fall back to where his tip sticks out from the ruffled waistband, already flushed an angry red color, a pearly drop of pre-come beading at the slit.
Logan rolls his eyes, scoffing a bit, but you notice the slight color creeping up his cheeks. âOh yeah? Well youâre a hell of an actor, âcause I feel like a fuckin' idiot.â
You shake your head slowly as you sit up, the sheets sliding off your bare legs when you push onto your knees.
The mattress dips under your weight as you crawl towards the edge of the bed, the comforter making small 'shushing' sounds under your hands.
"You look..." you trail off quietly, lost for words as you inch closer. There's an electric tension in the air, one you can almost taste as you move closer, beckoning Logan over with a single jerk of your head. "Come here."
Logan sucks in a sharp breath, hands clenching into tight fists at his sides. He hesitates, the rigidness of his posture betraying his desire to comply and his innate reluctance to fully embrace the soft vulnerability of the situation.
But he's obviously never been good at denying you, not for long anyways. Especially when it comes to things you really want, and God do you want.
He takes a step forward, the powerful muscles of his legs flexing as he crosses the distance between you in just a few long strides. You don't miss the way his breath catches when the fabric rubs over his cock as he moves.
You're drawn to him like a moth to a flame, reaching out before you can stop yourself. You shudder at the first brush of your fingertips against the lacy fabric, a feather light touch where the waistband meets his skin.
âYouâre so fucking hot,â you murmur, your voice thick with need as your gaze flicks up to meet his.
The deepening flush in his cheeks only fuels the fire igniting between your thighs.
He shifts again, a low groan rumbling in his chest at your touch. "You're just sayin' that," he mutters, but thereâs an undeniable edge to his voice, a tightness to his tone.
You lean forward, resting your hands on his thighs, the muscles flex under your touch.
âYou want me to prove it?â You glance up at him through your lashes, feigning innocence, and the way his gaze snaps to yours tells you heâs intrigued.
"Baby, if youâ" He starts, but you cut him off by ducking your head to press your lips over the sharp 'v' cut of his torso slightly covered by the panties.
Logan hisses through grit teeth, cock twitching sharply under the fabric as your breath fans hot over his skin. You can feel the heat radiating from him, making your own body tingle in response.
âJesus,â he shudders, big hands falling to grip your shoulders as you press a matching kiss to the other side of his hips. âA damn pair of panties got you this worked up?â
âItâs not just any pair, Logan,â you reply, voice gone low and saccharine. âItâs your pair.â
Logan groans like heâs been shot, the muscles in his stomach jumping as even more pre-come oozes from his tip. It drips down to soak into the lace enticingly, your mouth waters with the need suck it out of the fabric.
The way your hands skim his torso, the way your eyes drink him in, full of unfiltered needâLogan doesnât miss any of it. His gaze softens, and that begrudging, guarded look begins to fade.Â
You can practically feel the moment he starts to let himself enjoy it.
His grip on your shoulders tightens, not in restraint, but in urgency, as if heâs anchoring himself against the tidal wave of desire crashing over him. He gives you a firm squeezeâa silent plea for you to keep going.
Normally, you'd fold like a house of cards right away.
Any other time and you might have ripped the panties down his thighs without a second thought and given him what he wants.
But something different blooms in your chest at the sheer power you feel, at the rush of having Logan completely at your mercy.
You want to make him work for it, just a little.
"Tell me what you want," you whisper softly, lips brushing against his skin with every word. You slide your hands up and down his thighs soothingly, nails scratching through the coarse hair scattered there.
âFuckâŠâ he breathes, voice heavy with desire. You can hear the struggle in his words, the way heâs trying to hold onto his tough demeanor while your mouth is inches away from where he wants it most.
"Come on, baby," you mutter, peering up at him teasingly. Relishing in the dark flush decorating his cheeks, at the tense cut of his jaw working furiously beneath his skin. "You know I'll give it to you, all you have to do is tell me."
Logan grits his teeth, fingertips digging into your shoulders hard enough to leave a dull ache. "I want your mouth," he finally bites out, the confession slipping from him like a surrender.
You hum in satisfaction, scraping your teeth over the familiar vein peeking out from his waistband. "Where?"
Logan tilts his head back, exposing the tan column of his neck as he screws his eyes shut, like he's collecting the words before he can say them. His hips twitch involuntarily toward you, his restraint wearing thin.
"On my cock," he groans lowly, voice cracking on the last syllable.
A wicked smile pulls at your lips, and you reward him with the barest flick of your tongue against the head of his cock, right where it's peeking from the lace.
"Good boy," you purr, relishing the faint tremor that rocks through his body at the praise.
But youâre not about to rush this. Not when he's already this wound up, this close to the edge.
You dip your head, running your tongue along the hard length of him, reveling in the rough feel of the lace against your tongue. You moan at the taste seeping through, heady and familiar and him.
âFuck,â he exhales softly, big hands coming up to cradle the back of your head gently. His grip isnât harsh, just firm. Hand squeezing you half in restraint, half in sheer, desperate need. âYouâreâshit,â His voice is rough, heavy with arousal. âYouâre killinâ me.â
You lean back, a soft moan falling from your lips as you take in the result of your efforts.
The front of his panties are entirely soaked through with your spit, the white fabric turned translucent enough for you to see the way his cock strains against the fabric.
âGood,â you murmur, close enough that your lips graze him through the lace. âHowâs it feel, Lo?â
"Feels...too damn good," he grits out, his voice rough, as dark and deep as a midnight sky.Â
The sound of it spurs you on, and you hook your fingers under the thin waistband, pulling it down just enough to free him, reveling in the way his cock juts forward, heavy and thick, glistening with arousal.
With one last smirk, you take him between your lips, mouth dropping inch by torturous inch, savoring the weight of him on your tongue, the way he gasps your name, gripping your hair tight like he's holding on for dear life.Â
âChrist, darlin'âŠI can't handle this shit,â he mutters, voice strained and raw with need. âYouâre so goddamn perfect.â
You flick your eyes up to his face, Logan stares back at you with something close to worship swirling through his hazel eyes. His pupils swallow most of the color, spreading black like spilled ink along a piece of paper.
Logan brings his hand down to cup your cheek, thumbing at where your slick lips are spread wide around him. âYou know what you do to me?â He sounds reverent, his usual control splintering under your touch. âCould watch you like this forever, on your knees, pretty little mouth on meâŠâ
You donât reply, eyes fluttering shut as you swirl your tongue around the head of his cock, dipping into his slit to lick up the mess of pre-come. Logan tugs on your hair by the roots, the dull sting of it enough to make you moan around him.
âJesusâjust like that, baby,â he growls, his voice barely a whisper. âYouâre so damn good at this, gonna drive me fuckinâ crazy.â
You take him deeper, hollowing your cheeks as you begin to bob your head, drawing him further into your warmth. The sounds he makes are music to your earsâgrunts and groans that resonate in your chest, echoing through the air like a symphony.
You know heâs close, the tiny jerks of his hips giving him away. Short, aborted, thrusts like he canât help but chase the warm wetness of your willing mouth.
âShit yes,â Logan gasps, his hands grip your hair, anchoring himself as he thrusts forward, the lace catching on the skin of your cheeks as he fucks your mouth. âJust like that. You take it so well, honey. I could come just watchinâ you.â
His rambling only spurs you on, pushing you to double your efforts.Â
You pick up the pace, working your mouth around him with a new fervor, lips gliding over his length while your tongue dances along the sensitive underside, flicking and swirling with intent. Spit leaks from the sides of your mouth to drip down his heavy balls and slick his inner thighs.Â
âFuck, donât stop,â he urges, his voice strained, and you can feel the urgency in his tone. âJust like that. Youâre gonna make meââ
Thatâs as far as he gets before you dig your nails into the skin of his thighs, raking them down hard enough to leave red welts behind. With one last cracked shout of your name, heâs coming in thick spurts down your throat.
You hum contently, greedily swallowing down each mouthful. The taste of himâsalty, hot, intoxicatingâonly fuels the fire burning inside you.Â
Youâre mesmerized by the sheer force of his pleasure, the way he grips your hair tightly, like heâs afraid you might pull away, even though youâre completely lost in the moment.
Logan's body trembles, each wave of ecstasy causing him to shake above you as he rides out his high.Â
Finally, he gives your hair a gentle tug and you pull back, letting him slip from your mouth with a soft pop, lips swollen and slick as you look up at him with a smirk. "Still feel like an idiot?" you ask, your voice a breathy whisper.
Logan stares down at you, his dark eyes wild, jaw slack as he catches his breath. "Not even close, honey," he growls, yanking you up for a heated kiss, his hands slipping around your waist as he collapses back onto the bed with you on top of him.
You laugh against his mouth, dragging your tongue along his bottom lip teasingly. "Guess the lace wasnât so bad after all, huh?" you mutter quietly, pressing your forehead to his.
Logan lets out a breathless chuckle, eyes dark and hazy as he nuzzles his nose into your cheek softly. "Don't get used to it, sweetheart," he warns, his voice hoarse but tinged with laughter.
But from the way his eyes roam over you, hungry and insatiable, you have a feeling he wouldnât mind indulging you againânot just this once.
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logan howlett x reader
â a different kind of training by @reidsworld
When sparring with Logan turns into something more.
â a peaceful repose by @d1stalker
After some time away on a mission, Logan comes home, and all he wants to do is be around you
â all day long by @ozarkthedog
Logan fucks you with one of his cigars.
â all's fair in love and viscera⊠by @sceletaflores
logan wants to sparâŠ
â after midnight by @teamred
logan hates that you never listen to him and you can't stand how he still treats you like a kid. but tonight's your chance to change each other's minds.
â any other way and so contagious by @/teamread
in which your good friend, wade, ditches your planned movie night, but his roommate offers to watch one with you instead. however, logan ends up falling asleep on your shoulder.
â bloodthirsty and animal instinct by @hauntedhowlett-writes
when your next shipment of blood wonât be delivered to the x mansion for another two days, logan offers to help keep you fed. // after helping you out by letting you feed from him, logan asks you to return the favor.
with no threshold for pain, logan finds that losing control with you is easier, triggering a thirst that is insatiable.
â dog tags by @spiderispunk
â give me all of that ultraviolence by @joelsgoldrush
you give logan head for the first time.
â guard dog by @/ovaryacted
On another one of your joint club outings with Wade, your boyfriend Logan stands by to make sure you enjoy your night. Once you both arrive at your apartment, he tends to your needs and helps you relax.
â guilty pleasure by @/joelsgoldrush
after saving earth-10005 from impending disaster, wade convinces logan, the alcoholic and easily irritated mutant, to stick around for a while. heâs convinced that nothing good can come out of this experience, until he meets you: the charming bartender with a soft spot for swearing that matches his own. suddenly, sticking around doesnât seem so bad after all.
â handlebars and morning ride by @wannab-urs
Logan teaches you to ride a motorcycle.
â heart made of glass by @/moonlight-prose
you couldn't control when they could come. the waves of nothingness - of battling with your body and mind in the hopes it would cause a shift. you wanted to control it. he simply wanted to help.
â heavy metal lover by @sceletaflores
the wolverine is a regular at your barâŠ
â help me hold onto you and one of me is cute, but two though? by @guiltyasdave
Logan deals with feeling guilty after he's accidentally cut you with his claws in his sleep. // Your cat-like mutation gives your life some cat-like qualities⊠like going through heats.
â intoxicating and intimate by @ozarkthedog
you warm Loganâs cock while he smokes.
â keep quiet by @sinsofsummers
logan can smell how much you need him as soon as you enter the room. what kind of man would he be to let you go unsatisfied?
â knuckle velvet by @ohcaptains
he walks you home, then lets himself in.
â house in nebraska by @venomnyx
Reader gets roped into saving the timeline with ex-best friend Deadpool, coming face-to-face with a variant of Logan that uproots memories she'd long suppressed, only to find that this version of him lost her in his universe, too.
â hunger by @/moonlight-prose
things are set into motion the second logan opens your drawer. suddenly you find yourself the center of a show with only one audience member.
â i want you by @/d1stalker
Logan is jealous of you and Scott's friendship, not knowing your true feelings.
â into the unknown by @yxtkiwiyxt
You, a dedicated doctor in a small town in the Canadian Rockies find your life turned upside down when you meet Logan Howlett, a mysterious man whose mutant abilities leave you questioning everything you know about reality.
â make it hurt by @wannab-urs
Itâs difficult being the only mutant at Xavierâs school with regenerative powers. Thereâs no one you can spar with â fellow professors included â that is on your level. Not when you can kill them, but they canât kill you. That is, until you meet Logan.
â never alone by @sunflowersteves
basically, you defend Logan and he quite literally goes feral.
â not your man by @studioghibelli
live giveth wolverine, and life taketh away. but sometimesâŠ. the sweet, sweet void intervenes.
â nothing but time by @tonysopranosrobe
Logan likes to take his time with you. Sometimes he gets carried away.
â nsfw alphabet by @wolviensabes
â nsfw alphabet by @robo-writing
â on his six by @superhoeva
logan can't get enough of the xavier's School for Gifted youngsters' newest hireâyou.
â one last time by @toomanystoriessolittletime
Three years ago you buried Logan on the day you were supposed to get married. When your friend calls you, telling you that she saw Logan at the bar she was at, you had to check for yourself if she was right. Not knowing that the night would end with you in his bed. And a surprise weeks later you were not ready for.
â origin by @/d1stalker
Two people, one shared past, and decades apart.
â play nice by @kiwisbell
logan and joel put away the claws and put their skills to better use.
â right where you left me by @moonlight-prose
logan was familiar with death. he understood why it happened, what could cause it to occur, and finally how to accept it. so when his family - the people he cared for most - diedâŠhe thought he could handle it. only you didnât die. you left. now heâs found himself in a new universe with a person who wears your face, yet doesnât hold your memories.
Logan would worship your body for hours if youâd let him. He canât help but prolong your pleasure before finding his own. He once told you that itâs because you deserve it so much more than he does.
â say you'll remember me and everything stays, but it still changes by @avocado-writing
in the Void, after leaving the other dead in your own timelines, you and Logan are reunited. // you and logan have a pretty happy life⊠but thereâs still something you want.
â secondhand smoke by @/ovaryacted
Waiting for Logan back at the X-Mansion, he welcomes you into his arms and enjoys his cigar with you on his lap.
â soft edges by @lubdubology
Logan doesn't know how to relax. So you help him.
â sugar by @studioghibelli
if thereâs one thing logan loves- itâs fucking you.
â suspension bridge effect by @/d1stalker
You saved one of the younger mutants during a mission, and now he's obsessed with you, much to Logan's dismay
â taste me on your tongue by @/moonlight-prose
the taste of him became an addiction you couldn't ignore. especially when he was adamant on sharing it in multiple ways.
â the honda odyssey by @coweye
The car fight reimagined and it only needed to be like 10% more erotic than the original.
â the place where the pages meet by @/avocado-writing
Youâre a bookseller. Logan is picking up a package.
â the worst logan and just logan by @/coweye
You are the deceased-anchor-being-Logan's lover, having found yourself with Laura in the void, you navigate meeting the variant of the love of your life.
â this is ours by @/d1stalker
It's your first time back at your grandparents' farm in years, and while many things are the same, one thing is not: they've hired a new farmhand.
â wish you knew by @/ovaryacted
After coming into Wadeâs world following their team effort to save his timeline, Logan attempts to adjust to his new reality. In rebuilding his life from the ground up, your paths collide when he least expects it, throwing him off course.
â vis by @/ozarkthedog
Logan's feeling impulsive before a mission and you happen to be within reach aka he fucks you in the jet.
old man logan x reader
â ainât as good as I once was by @lovelybucky1
â be my baby by @cavillscurls
logan fucks you in your sundress.
â diet pepsi by @flowersforbucky
old!logan x reader limousine sex. inspired by the song diet pepsi by addison rae
â look at me by @silverskyeline
logan can't fuck like he used to, but you don't care. you get on top, gladly taking care of him in return.
â mean!oldman!logan takes you apart by @inkedells
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.
â never is a promise by @/joelsgoldrush
You are everything Logan isnât: sweet, trouble-free, much youngerâand, to top it off, Charles' caregiver.
â quiet drive by @wlwloverwrites
Logan likes quiet drives, but thereâs only way that can happen when youâre sitting in the passenger seat.
â speak of her over my grave and watch how she brings me back to life by @/moonlight-prose
he knew he loved you when your words begin to piece his heart back together. he knew he loved you when he flourishes at your praise. he knew he loved you when nothing in this world could matter but the sound of your voice telling him you love him too.
â sweetness of the damned by @/moonlight-prose
when night falls and wine overflows in glasses of crystal, logan finds his home in between your thighs.
â the grave of lust by @/moonlight-prose
when his body doesn't work as it used to and the weary bones that poison his soul begin to ache, you take the lead in a dance you know well.
â two's company by @jen-with-a-pen
â white hot forever by @eddies-ashtray
Most days exhaustion plagues him. But tonight, with his last dregs of energy, Logan cooks for you. Though heâs hungry for something far more enticing.
wade wilson x reader
â gtfih (get the fuck in here) by @/teamred
every morning, you see a man and his dog walk past your bakery and all he does is stick his head through the door, inhales deeply, make a comment, then walks out. what gives?
wade wilson x reader x logan howlett
â car fight by @/avocado-writing
â home sweet home by @/teamred
this series compiles moments of domesticity, love, and more featuring logan howlett and wade wilson as your two boyfriends.
â i just want you to make a move by @/avocado-writing
You, Wade and Logan are on a stakeout after reports surface of a drug which only affects mutants. But what happens when you take a hit of it yourselves�
â jealousy sex by @froggibus
â you & wade helping logan in a rut by @/avocado-writing
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The Wolverine and His Bunny || Logan Howlett x Bunny Girl!Reader
summary: You and Logan have always butted heads and his constant, condescending reminders of your mutation don't help. It's not until your forced to train together and well, the tension is undeniable
warnings: MINORS DNI, SMUT, 18+ ONLY, fem!reader, rough sex, a variety of bunny themed nicknames (Bunny, thumper, carrots), creampie, manhandling, pain kink (Logan), doggy style, dirty talk, blow job, mirror sex, slight choking, degradation, praise, he plays with your bunny ears oops, enemies to lovers kinda? Logan's a dick at first, teasing, being pinned down.
Don't like it don't read it :)
wc: 3.7k
a/n: Okay look, I thought this was hot and so I wrote it. Anyways happy October first everyone! Hoping to add my degeneracy to the long list of fics to come. This also ended up being more. angsty than i mean it to be. I think I have an angst problem oops
You hated him so much. He was. He was just a massive dick for no reason and you hated people like that. You get that he was the all mighty Wolverine who was indestructible or whatever but if he could act like a normal person for once in his life that would be great.
He wasn't even the leader of the damn team and yet every one seemed to act like he walked on fucking water. It's not like he was the only one on the team either. He may tell everyone he's a loner and he doesn't need help but we're the X-Men. Not just Wolverine.
It's just not fair.
You had the perfect plan. Planned down to the very second and Logan had to go and fuck it all up. Maybe it was an honest mistake but you highly doubted it. He always had a problem with you. You didn't understand why. The moment you showed up to the mansion he was hostile. Calling you stupid, condescending nicknames because of your mutation while ignoring the part of it that made you super smart.
You were fuming when the team got back from the mission. You stormed right past everyone to get to Logan. They shoot you apologetic looks but you paid them no mind.
"Logan!"
"What's got your panties in a twist bunny?" He leans against the jet hangar door. A cigar already lit in his mouth.
"Don't call me that asshole!" You shove his chest but he doesn't move. Your nose twitching in anger as he just laughs.
"I had a plan Logan. A good plan. A perfect. Plan. So tell me why as soon as you had the chance to, you ruined it!" He scoffs and blows a puff of smoke in your face. Your ears flatten against your head as you wave the smoke away.
"We finished the mission didn't we?." He says with a smirk. If this were a cartoon you'd surely have steam coming out of your ears by now.
"God you're nothing but a slimy little weasel sometimes!" You push your finger into his chest. He pushes your hand away and bares his teeth like an animal.
"You have no idea what it's like to actually be on the field so why don't you tuck your little tail between your legs and run back to the lab."
"Logan! That's enough." Jean scolds him harshly as you turn around and storm out of the room.
You feel tears welling up in your eyes but you force them down. Fuck him, you were an important part of the team. Whether he liked it or not.
It's like he lived to torture you. Ever since the day you told him off he seemed to just. appear. Constantly. Wherever you were he was there too. In the kitchen? He strolls right in for a soda. In the training room? He's already there. All sweaty and grunting and gross. You're outside near the water fountain, guess who strolls right on up. It was like he was stalking you or something.
Your ears perk up as you hear footsteps approaching your classroom. You taught most of the high level classes, the advanced ones for students who wished for more academic classes. So their tests were more complex to grade which is why you were still here so late into the night. Your nose twitches as a familiar scent fills your nose. Without even looking you let out a long sigh.
"What do you want weasel?"
"Now that's not very nice of you." Logan says with a smirk as he sits in the chair across from your desk. He puts his feet up on your desk. Right on top of the stack of papers.
"Can't you go bother someone else? Please. Like anyone else." He grins and you roll your eyes.
"But I just love your company." His voice is dripping with playful sarcasm.
"You're going to work yourself to death carrots. It's not good for you." The truth is he came to try and apologize for the other day but he just hasnât found the right time. Okay well thereâs been good times but he was never able to get the words out. So here he is trying his best.
He stands up and leans over your desk. You have to admit he's certainly an overwhelming presence. His face is inches away from yours, eyes staring into your soul with a wolfish grin on his face. He picks the pen out of your hand and throws it over his shoulder.
"Why not take the stick out of your ass and have a little fun?" Wow, for a second there you almost thought he cared.
"You know what Logan, just leave me alone."
"You know I'm trying to be nice here and all I'm catching is attitude." He growls. You slam your hands on the desk and stand up. Getting close to his face as your ears flatten. "
Nice? You think you're being nice?" You laugh in his face and he pushes back. Papers fly everywhere.
"Fine, work yourself to death I don't fucking care." He storms out of your room and slams your door loudly.
"Asshole!" You yell back. You turn back to see the mess of papers and sigh. Great, now your night got even longer. Logan mutters angrily as he stalks through the halls. So much for trying.
It's been at least a couple weeks since that night with Logan and thankfully he's finally decided to leave you alone. You barely saw him and in a weird way, you kind of missed him. Kind of. Barely. In fact you really enjoyed the peace. Your ears definitely didn't perk up when you heard Logan's voice on the other side of Professor Xavier's office. You push through the door and find Logan looking very pissed off.
"You wanted to see me?" You glance over at Logan who was fuming silently.
"Yes, I think it's time you join the team. On the field." You widen your eyes in surprise. You never considered yourself to be a field agent. Your mutation wasn't exactly built for combat. You were speedy but that's about it. Strategy and smarts were much more your speed.
"I think bringing you out on the field would be an immense help to your battle tactics. As Logan so kindly put it, being on the field is different from watching on the outside." You flash back to the harsh words Logan had said to you a while ago.
Logically it would be helpful for you to observe what missions were like first hand but you don't think you needed to be there. Still to get yourself a suit and be part of the team sounded nice too.
"And since it was his idea, Logan will be your instructor."
"What?!"
"Absolutely not." Charles gives you both a look, one that said to quiet down and you both reluctantly listen.
"I am not a fool, the two of you need to learn to work together. My decision is final." His tone leaves no room for argument and the two of you leave with scowls on your face.
"Alright thumper, hereâs how itâs going to go. Tomorrow. 7am in the training room. Think you can handle it?â He places his hand near your head. You roll your eyes and duck under his hand.
âYeah yeah, see you then Weasel.â
It feels like this was meant to be a punishment more than an assignment. You get that you and Logan havenât. exactly gotten along but to stick you together like this? Thatâs just mean. You showed up right at 7am the next morning dressed in workout clothes. Logan is already there dressed in his little gray sweatshirt, white tank top and sweatpants.
âSo you didnât run away? Good bunny.â He smirks as your face scrunches up in anger.
âFuck off.â Youâre already dreading this. If you could just survive an hour then you could never deal with him again.
"Okay, show me what you got." He stands in the center of the mat. Arms at his side with an expectant look on his face.
"What?"
"I heal bunny, so give me all you got. I need to see what I'm working with here." You take a deep breath and launch an attack.
You weren't helpless by any means but you werenât on the same level as Logan, even you could admit that. He barely flinched as you darted around the room. Striking him in a few places but he just stood there. It was starting to piss you off. You get that you werenât the fiercest but he could at least try and fucking help instead of wearing you out like this. You look around the room and see wooden poles used for combat training. He never said you had to just use your hands. You dart across the room and grab one, swinging it hard against his back. To your surprise it completely breaks. Shattering on impact. He grabs the broken half thatâs left in your hands and pulls it out of them.
âThatâs cheating,â
âNo itâs not. I was just using my resources.â He laughs and grabs your wrist. He slowly backs you up until you hit the wall.
âOh yeah? What youâre gonna find a really big stick out in the field?â He mocks.
âThis is useless.â He lets go and walks away from you.
You feel anger bubbling up in your chest. You donât belong. Youâre useless. What good are you to the X-Men? You are sick and tired of hearing shit like this all the fucking time and Logan was the worst about it. You launch yourself at him. Running as fast as you can and jumping on his back. It blindsides him, he tumbles to the ground. He grunts as you start to hit his back hard.
âWhat is your fucking problem!â He pushes you off and you wince as you hit the mat. You scramble away before he can get up and jump back onto him. Legs straddling his waist as you push his shoulders.
âWhy do you hate me so much?! What did I do to you?!â You take a swing and hit him square in the jaw. He looks surprised but shakes it off easily. He doesnât fight back, more in shock than angry at this point.
âI get that I donât have metal claws and I canât move stuff with my mind but Iâm part of the team too!â You swing your fist again but he catches it this time. He grabs your other one and pushes you to the ground roughly.
âFuck off!â You hiss as he crawls on top of you. Heâs heavier than a fucking boulder as he practically pins you to the ground.
âNo you shut up and fucking listen.â He growls. He still has your hands pinned to the floor. An almost animalistic look on his face.
âYou are so infuriating, everything about you drives me fucking crazy. So pretty, so smart, so easy to rile up.â He purrs. Your body feels like itâs on fire. What the hell is he even talking about?
âI say things without thinking sometimes but you, you make it so hard. Always running your mouth.â You squirm under him, trying to get free.
Then. He moans. He fucking moans.
You stop moving and stare up at him in surprise. Then you feel something hard against your stomach. Oh. Heâs hard.
âNo fucking way.â You say with a smirk. He may be on top of you but right now it feels like you have all the power here.
âDonât tell me you were an absolute dick because you liked me?â He doesnât deny it. Instead pressing you harder into the mat.
âShut up.â
âCouldnât handle your feelings so you decided to tease me like a fucking schoolboy.â You laugh and try and move your arms but he doesnât budge.
âYou know what I think, I think you need to lose the attitude carrots, I think a nice good fuck would do you good.â You scoff at his words.
âAnd you think youâre the one to do that? You couldnât make a girl cum if your life depended on it, Weasel.â
âIs that a challenge bunny? Come on, say it.â Heâs hot and horny but heâs giving you a way out.
If you tell him to fuck off heâll leave and you both can forget about it, but if you donât. If you say you want this. Well heâll finally shut you up like heâs been dreaming about. Thereâs a moment of silence between the two of you. Heâs breathing heavy like an animal and youâre studying his every move. Was this a bad idea? Probably. But you couldnât deny that Logan was hot and right now all you wanted was to suck him off until he was milked dry. Shit.
âYou can try, but I bet you wonât even last a minute.â He practically pounces on you. His face is buried in your neck as his hips grind against yours. You gasp as he bites your neck harshly. Eyes fluttering shut as he kisses it better.
âDreamed of this, my bunny all wet and needy for me.â He nibbles up to your ears. Practically purring at how soft they feel.
âNot your bunny yet.â You bite back. He lets go of your wrists and sits up on his knees. He rips open your bra without the least bit of resistance. Mouth drooling as he stares at your tits.
âFuck me.â He mutters as he harshly gropes your chest.
His thumb flicks over your nipple and you let out a squeak of pleasure. The last thing you wanted was for him to get an ego but fuck the way his hands feel on you is just so good. Theyâre rough and calloused and he is relentless in his movements. You almost whine when he stops playing with them, already missing his touch. He sheds his tank top, leaving him in all his muscled glory.
âLike what you see?â He asks cockily as he takes his pants off too.
âYou fucking wish.â You mutter unconvincingly. You take your nails and rake them down his chest making him moan.
âYou like a little pain donât you.â You tease, digging your nails into his skin harder.
âMaybe I do.â You yelp as he shreds your pants and underwear to shreds.
âThose were fucking expensive asshole-Fuck!â You gasp as he buries his face into your cunt. His hands locked on your thighs, moving isnât an option as he practically inhales your cunt.
âSmells so sweet, can always smell you bunny but up close is just. So much better.â You feel yourself start to melt under his rough hold. Heâs absolutely overwhelming.
âMaybe later Iâll finally get a taste but right now I think I need to put your mouth to better use.â He pulls you up onto your knees. Stroking his cock as he pushes you down. Shit heâs big but you donât even react, not wanting to give him the satisfaction.
âCome on bunny, open up. Be a good girl for me.â Fuck him if he thinks heâs going to be in charge here. You smirk and take him as far down as you can.
âFuck!â He hisses, not prepared for you to do that.
âFuck slow down.â There's a hint of desperation in his voice and you feel a sense of pride. You pull back and spit on his cock. Using your hand you coat it, looking him right in the eyes as you roughly move your hand along his cock.
âI think you need a lesson too,â His eyes roll to the back of his head as you take as much of him as you can.
Choking as the tip hits the back of your throat. You are unrelenting, eating up every little desperate sound thatâs coming from his lips. Not so tough now are you Logan you think as you feel him twitching in your mouth. Heâs so damn close and its driving him wild. You feel a heavy hand bunch your ears and pull you off.
âAs much as I want to come down your throat and watch you swallow it allâŠâ He wipes some drool off your face as talks.
âI need to be inside that cunt.â Then he grabs your face and kisses you, actually kisses you. Youâre startled at first but melt into it. His lips are rough and he smells so much like tobacco and whiskey but fuck its intoxicating. Heâs big, rough, and so fucking hot.
âYouâre soaking wet bunny.â He taunts as he cups your cunt with his hands.
âI bet youâre just aching to be filled. Donât worry, I can help.â He manhandles you with his crazy strength till you're on your knees facing the mirrors.
âSee, youâre just shaking with anticipation.â He grins wickedly as he cups your face and forces you to look into the mirror.
Heâs not wrong. Heâs big and you can feel his cock nudging its way into your cunt. Youâre panting, hair a mess. His hand looks so good around your neck and he looks even more delicious. Your vision blurs as he slides himself inside of you. The air is knocked out of your lungs as you feel nothing but Logan. Head up in the fucking clouds as he gives you a moment to relax, whispering sweet words to help ground you back to earth.
âIs your dick inside of me the only way to get you to be nice?â You ask breathlessly. Logan grunts, not happy that youâre still able to speak beyond moaning his name.
âI can be nice, I can be real nice.â He slides out of you at a slow, agonizing pace before thrusting harshly back in. You claw at the mat as he sets a brutal pace. In and out. Slow and hard. Pulling desperate sounds from the depths of your throat.
âLogan please!â You beg, you need him so bad. Need to feel him, need him to rearrange your fucking guts. â
So polite, now thatâs more like it.â He leans in and kisses your neck roughly.
Claiming you as his own in his own animalistic way. He would tease you, continue to pull you apart on his cock for hours if he could. But the truth is he needed you. A deep carnal desire to render you completely fucked out. He leans back, pulling your back to his chest. He guides your hands to his arm.
âHold on bunny.â Your nails sink deep into his skin, drawing blood as he sets a brutal pace.
Pounding into you so hard you see stars. Fucking hell super human strength and stamina really is a gift. He coos in your ear when he notices you starting to slump in his arms. Your legs burned, he was reducing you to a puddle of nothing.
âYou okay pretty? Feel too good doesnât it.â You nod, words not forming in your brain anymore.
All you feel is pure bliss and Logan feels a surge of pride in being the one to do this. You catch his gaze in the mirror. His eyes filled with pure, raw lust. His face was twisted in focus, brows furrowed and mouth slightly open. His muscles were bulging with every move. You couldnât stop yourself from look. Watching as he buried his cock into you.
âI know youâre close, itâs okay. I got you bunny.â One of his hands slips down between your legs. He draws tight, harsh circles on your clit making you cry. Youâre squirming wildly, it feels too good. His fingers are too much but you donât want him to stop.
âShh, thatâs it. Just relax.â He sinks his teeth into your shoulder as you come hard.
Your legs canât stop shaking. Logan tightens his grip on you, keeping you up right as he fucks into you hard. Chasing his own release, thrusting wildly and you fucking swear he whimpers as he stills his hips deep inside. Filling you up and then some. Itâs a real shame when he pulls you, an empty feeling overtaking you. He loosens his grip and you almost face plant onto the mat.
âLogan..â You whine and he helps maneuver you to your back.
âSorry carrots, didnât mean to let you fall.â
âDonât call me carrots.â You mumble, still completely exhausted.
âOkay, whatever you say, carrots.â You huff as Logan helps you stand up.
Your clothes are completely ruined but he somehow finds some extra sets of clothes in the closet. When did he even get up? Maybe you were still a little lost.
âHey, you okay?â He cups your face gently. A slight look of worry in his face.
âAw, you do care.â You tease. He rolls his eyes but doesnât let go of you.
âI always cared.â
âHad a real shit way of showing it.â You snort and he just smiles softly.
âYeah. Guess I did.â To your embarrassment you still canât exactly walk right. Luckily Logan is right by your side. You mentally prepare yourself to tell people you hurt your leg or something when they ask why youâre limping so bad.
âI still donât know what I did to make you hate me.â You say quietly as you reach your dorm room. He sighs and gently plays with your ears. It tickles.
âI donât hate you, I never did. I just. Iâm sorry. Iâm really sorry.â He canât articulate just why he acted the way he did. He wants to, he really does but it just. Doesnât come out. There's a long history of pain and loss and while you want to know why, an apology is certainly a start.
âThank you,â He smiles softly, then realizes heâs probably overstayed his welcome. As if you two werenât fucking in the training room less than 10 minutes ago.
âDo you want to stay?â He hesitates, unsure if this is truly what you want. If this line is ready to be crossed.
âYou owe me for ruining my clothes. Just one nap.â He relents, itâs easy when youâre looking at him like that.
âOkay bunny. Just one nap.â He shuts the door behind him, crawling into bed with you.
He feels a rumble in his chest as he sinks into your bed. Youâre soft and it feels like heâs meant to be here. You fall asleep quick, body aching and practically screaming for you to sleep. Logan stays awake for a while, just okay with being here. Just one nap he tells himself.Â
Heâs lying. Itâs never going to be just one nap.
An I wrong for this? I have this thing where I want to write a full story (multi-chapter ) I want to share it already but I don't want to publish a half done story. Because I know I might loose interest, get busy at work, or get busy with school. I really want to publish the whole story in one go, but I haven't finished it.
So, I am not sure about one word in it that I used correctly 'scheme' and google did not help me as it mostly translated it to plan. So still hope after re-reading and editing it, that it still fits in.
Masterlist
Chapter 32: Tricky mission
Hunter's enhanced senses picked up on the approaching Republic transport, and his instincts immediately went on high alert. He turned toward the others, who were making their way to the hangar exit, and spoke in a hushed but urgent tone. "Wait a minute, something doesn't feel right about that transport. It's small, but there's something off."
Crosshair narrowed his eyes, scanning the hangar's entrance. "Off how? Like she is in there?" Hunter couldn't put his finger on it, but his instincts rarely led him astray. "I don't know yet, but most likely it will be her. Let's hold off for a moment and see who comes out of it."
The squad paused, their curiosity piqued as the small transport ship descended and landed with a soft thud. The ramp lowered, and two figures in in tunics disembarked. After lowering their hoods to see two familiar faces Jedi Master Amanda Pacem, accompanied by her Mon Calamari Padawan, Alma. Amanda's presence brought a mix of relief and unease to the squad. They knew the connections to Tech and Orion is delicate, and now she was here on Kamino.
Tech, still inside the Havoc Marauder with a now calming Orion, had no knowledge of the approaching visitors. He continued his attempts to soothe his distressed son, unaware of the unfolding situation in the hangar. Tech, focused entirely on Orion, held his son close and whispered soothing words. He was vaguely aware of the change in Orion's cries, the sudden stop in his wailing, but at the moment, his attention was solely on calming his distressed child. Momentarily forgetting the exchange he had with Amanda. All he wants right now is for Orion to be okay.
Outside, the squad watched as Amanda and Alma talked quietly, how the Master probably explains something to her Padawan. Crosshair, always alert, ha a hunch that something was amiss. "Hunter, something doesn't feel right. Amanda showing up here now, it's too coincidental." Hunter nodded, his hands resting on his hips. "Yeah, you do not need my senses to pick that up⊠But all stay on your guard. We don't know why she's here, but we'll have find out." âDid Tech say why she was coming?â Wrecker asks. âNo but as we can hear Orion stopped crying.â Crosshair states in his usual sarcastic tone, toothpick between his lips.
As the engines give of the familiar sound of being turned down, they can see how Lama Su approaches to greet Amanda and Alma. âEcho, go tell Tech to stay in the ship.â âOn it.â With that Echo turns to enter the ship. Tech felt torn. The thought of being so close to Amanda, yet unable to leave the ship with Orion, was like a vibroknife in his chest. He looked down at his son, who had quieted but still clung to him with tiny, trembling hands. "Echo, I should be out there," he said softly but firm. Echo gave him a sympathetic look. "I know, Tech. But orders are orders and please, they are from Hunter. We'll keep an eye on things out here. You take care of Orion."
As Echo left to re-join the others, Tech couldn't help but feel a mixture of frustration and worry. He turned his attention back to Orion, cradling him gently. "It's just you and me for now, little one," he whispered, trying to still offer comfort. Even if it is also more for himself. Tech managed to get a glimpse of Amanda through the cockpit viewport after he quickly went back there, though it was from a distance. His heart ached with longing as he watched her, wishing he could be by her side, even just for a moment. As Lama Su spoke to Amanda, Tech activated the ship's communication system, hoping to hear her voice. He held Orion close, as if sharing the moment with his son. Amanda's voice came through faintly, and Tech strained to listen. Tweaking easily on a few settings.
"Master Pacem," Lama Su's words were polite and diplomatic, "we understand the importance of your mission. We can provide troopers and medics to assist you in rebuilding the Jedi Temple and aiding the citizens of Callo." Tech listened intently, hoping that Amanda's response would be positive, but also knowing that their situation was delicate, especially with Orion in the picture. Amanda's voice remained composed, but Tech could sense a hint of frustration in her words. "Prime Minister Lama Su, I appreciate your willingness to assist in the rebuilding efforts, but I must admit I find it puzzling that I had to be called here in person for such a request. Surely, with your extensive resources and knowledge, you could have selected the most suitable clones and dispatched them to Callo without my presence?"
Lama Su nodded diplomatically, "Master Pacem, we hold your expertise in high regard, and we believe that your presence will ensure that the reconstruction efforts go smoothly. It is our way of demonstrating our commitment to the Jedi Order and the Republic. We get paid to provide the best." Tech could sense the tension in the conversation, and he wished there was something he could do to support Amanda from afar. He glanced down at Orion, who was fidgeting in his arms, seemingly picking up on the unease in the air.
Amanda's voice remained firm as she clarified, "Prime Minister Lama Su, I appreciate your confidence in my abilities. While healing is my primary focus, I understand that the situation may require additional skills. However, I must emphasize that my responsibilities on Callo, particularly with my Padawan, are of utmost importance. It is essential that we maintain a presence there." Alma, her Padawan, added with enthusiasm, "My Master is not just a healer; she's an exceptional combatant as well. We've handled difficult situations together, and her skills extend beyond the medical field!" Amanda looks amused down at her enthusiastic Padawan, her hand finding the familiar feeling when moving it over Almaâs head and playing with the chain of beads. âThank you Alma.â Alma just grins up at Amanda, knowing that the touch is meant to ground her and her Master as well. âThe bond between Master and Padawan.â Lama Su regarded Amanda thoughtfully, his eyes locked onto hers. Amanda's striking blue eyes seemed to intrigue him, and he pondered their conversation carefully.
Alma's grey big round eyes lit up as she spotted Clone Force 99 nearby. She tugged at Amanda's sleeve, excitement in her voice. "Master, look, it's Clone Force 99! They helped us when we were dealing with that Separatist barricade. Can I go say hello?" Amanda moved her hand reassuringly on Alma's shoulder, her blue eyes softening. "Not now, Alma. This is an important meeting, and we need to stay focused." Deep down, though, Amanda couldn't help but feel the comforting presence of Tech and their son, Orion. She knew they were on the Havoc Marauder, nearby but out of sight, she felt them. It was a bittersweet sensation, a reminder of the family she longed to be reunited with, and yet it felt like balm to her very being.
Lama Su continued to discuss the logistics of providing troopers and medics to assist in rebuilding the Jedi Temple on Callo, but Amanda's thoughts kept drifting to the ship and the two people who meant the galaxy to her, even if she couldn't see them right now. As Lama Su motioned for Amanda and Alma to follow him, he spoke in a casual tone, "Master Pacem, I couldn't help but notice your striking blue eyes. They are quite unique." Amanda offered a polite smile, but her mind raced. She knew that her blue eyes were a distinctive trait, one that had already drawn attention from the Kaminoans as of now. She wondered if this had anything to do with why she was summoned to Kamino, and her thoughts immediately went to Tech and Orion, hidden away on the Havoc Marauder. Was this some scheme? Tech did broach the topic of the Kaminoans starting to dig, what they both knew will happen. At least they hoped with her being a Jedi, she would not fall into focus.
Chapter 33
Reblogs are very welcome and I am open for feedback, as english is not my first language, so maybe my sentences may be weird sometimes, or I write a word wrong even with google, or I use a wrong word for an item.
I will now probably start to add down here, the bits I usually shared at the start. So sick again, throat gives up. Due to health issiues I tend to get sick more often or harder, but used to it. Anyhow tomorrow is another day. Plus while now on my laptop posting, one of my cats tries to eat my smartwatch? Or clean it with her drooling lips :P
A Mandalorian, an infant with a history of the jedi, and a teenager with similar powers with an undiscovered lineage. An unlikely group to travel the galaxy together.
Father Figure!Din Djarin x Platonic!Teen!Reader
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Season One:
Chapter One: The Mandalorian, The Child, and The Thief
Chapter Two: The Sin
Chapter Three: Sanctuary
Chapter Four: The Gunslinger and Past
Chapter Five: The Prisoner
Chapter Six: The Reckoning
Chapter Seven: Redemption
Season Two:
Chapter Eight: The Marshal
Chapter Nine: The Passenger
Chapter Ten: The Heiress
Chapter Eleven: The Siege
Chapter Twelve: The Jedi
Chapter Thirteen: Tragedy
Chapter Fourteen: The Rescue
The Book of Boba Fett:
Chapter One: The Mandalorian and The Jedi
Chapter Two: Return of the Mandalorian
Chapter Three: From the Desert Comes a Stranger
Chapter Four: In the Name of Honor
Season Three:
Chapter Fifteen: The Apostate
Chapter Sixteen: The Mines of Mandalore
Chapter Seventeen: The Challenge
Chapter Eighteen: The Foundling
Chapter Nineteen: The Pirate
Chapter Twenty: Guns for Hire (7/26)
Chapter Twenty-One: The Spies (8/2)
Chapter Twenty-Two: Coming Soon
Drabbles/One-Shots:
Crossing a line - (one-shot) high stakes can be the reason the innocence begins to crack. (Takes place between the end of Season 2 and BOBF)
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