↳ summary: riling up logan doesn't go quite how you planned...
word count: 1.3k
song: supermassive black hole | muse
pairings: bodyguard 70s!logan x rich kid fem!reader
content warnings: 18+ content (MDNI), smut, porn light plot, rough sex, overstimulation, mean!logan, hair pulling, mentions of bite marks and hickeys, spanking (so hard it leaves handprints), whiny!reader, unprotected p in v (practice safe sex everyone!), multiple orgasms, reader flirts with someone else to piss off logan (don't worry about me doing this again...), no use of y/n, pre-established safe word, doggy style, logan puts reader in a headlock, light choking accompanying said headlock, some degradation, pet names for reader (sweetheart, brat, slut), reader is a crying whiny mess and logan loves it, logan has insane stamina (lmk if i missed anything!)
↳ a/n: cas finally posting something!!! (and everyone cheered!) this has been in my drafts for SOOO long and i'm so glad i finally finished it even if it’s shorter than i wanted it to be, logan is sooooooooo hot omfgggg... might turn this into a series bc i feel like this song fits them SO incredibly well
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
The problem, if you could call it that, with having sex with Logan is that he Just. Keeps. Going.
Being a celebrities daughter has its perks. A rich lifestyle, for one. Lots of attention, and of course, a bodyguard with muscles that make you drool and a stern voice that leaves you dripping in… other areas.
You two have been having casual sex for about a month and a half now. He’s always been relentless, but usually takes pity on you enough to let up before he’s tired out. And, of course, you have a safeword if you ever need it. Just in case.
You knew he could keep going far longer than the average man, something about his biology letting him fill you up over and over. You didn’t question it- his business was his own, and you certainly weren’t complaining.
Now, though? You might start to complain.
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
To back up a little: maybe this was your fault. Okay, it was definitely your fault, but really, could anyone blame you?
It had all started a few days ago, the last time you’d been having sex. His head was buried between your legs, his beard scratching your thighs as his tongue lapped at your clit in a way that had you seeing stars. You were whining his name, about to reach your peak, when suddenly he pulled away, shoving your bedsheets over you and kicking your clothes away as he took a step back.
You’re not sure how he knew- he must have super-hearing or something- but thank god for it, because if he’d noticed only a few seconds later, you two would’ve been interrupted by your father’s knock on the door.
It was a good thing, of course, that he stopped that night, his sharp senses and quick thinking meaning that you could just tell your father that you were changing and Logan was in the bathroom, and even if he had tried to come in, Logan had hidden the evidence well.
Even if it meant you’d spent the rest of that night pent up beyond relief, you were grateful.
Except for the fact that, and this is where the problem starts to come in, Logan had been very clear about one rule when you started sleeping with him: no touching yourself, not without his permission.
And not only does he reject your advances in the following days, claiming it’s too risky now that you almost got the two of you caught (so what if you’d insisted on sneaking away to your room with hardly any time to spare? It’s not like he didn’t agree to join you), he also tells you you’re not allowed to touch yourself, despite the way you beg and plead and give him those puppy dog eyes that you were formerly convinced worked like a magic trick every time.
So… you took matters into your own hands.
I mean, he said you couldn’t touch yourself, right? He never specified that you couldn’t have someone else do it for you.
The way you saw it, flirting with that politician’s son at a party was a win-win. Either you got some probably mediocre sex, but an orgasm was an orgasm (and the possibility of future blackmail was an added bonus), or you pissed Logan off enough that he’d come fuck you, or at least let you do it yourself.
You had been dead wrong.
Well, not entirely. Logan is fucking you. Just not quite the way you hoped.
You’re face down ass up on the bed, your face shoved into the pillows by a firm grip while his other hand digs into your hips hard enough to leave bruises. Your body aches, already littered with bite marks and handprints, and your cunt is sore. He’s given you nothing, the closest thing to foreplay you got being the hickeys claiming you and the spanking you’d been given before he’d all but thrown you onto the sheets and torn off his clothes.
Maybe that was the point when you should have caught on to what was about to happen, but you were a little too desperate to care. Now you suffer the consequences.
He pounds into you relentlessly, never giving you a break, never giving you a chance to breathe. You’ve lost count of how many orgasms he’s pulled from you with his dick alone- four, maybe? And while he’s already cum once, he seems nowhere near done.
You fight to get out his name through the broken moans leaving your lips, eventually managing a strained, “Logan.”
Instead of responding with some sort of mocking tone or insult, he ignores you. Jesus, he’s mad.
“Logan,” you try again, whining his name as he hits that sweet spot deep inside of you.
“What?” He snaps, the way he smushes your head further into the pillow indicating that he doesn’t really want the answer.
When he keeps hitting that spot, your attempts at getting him to stop turn to muffled sobs as you cum once again, clenching around him.
“Yeah, that’s what I fuckin’ thought.” He grumbles, groaning softly at the way your pussy tightens around his length. He grips you a little harder, his thrusts becoming erratic as he spills into you for the second time. Within moments, he’s hard again- really, how does he do that?- and you’re back to being used like a stress toy.
It's mind-numbing, a mix of pleasure and pain that has you reeling from every thrust. He keeps angling himself to hit you in the spot he knows makes you cum every single time without fail, and you curse yourself for letting him get to know your body so well as he pulls another orgasm out of you, his name falling from your lips.
When he’s cum a third time and continues to ignore your pleas, you try to squirm away from him. But your body is exhausted, and even at your full strength you’d be no match for him.
"Uh-uh." He grabs you by the hair and pulls your head back, his other hand keeping a firm grip on your hips so he can keep plowing into you. "You wanted this, you fuckin' brat. You're not goin' anywhere."
"Logan." You plead, tears starting to stream down your face. It's too much, he's everywhere, and you feel like his cock might actually fucking kills you. What a way to die.
"Nah, don't give me that shit." He yanks on your hair, and you cry out in pain. "You started this, sweetheart. You're the one who couldn't go a few goddamn days without my fuckin' attention. Be grateful you got it."
"But-"
The hand that's gripping your hips comes down on your ass, hard, the already sensitive skin stinging even more from the blow. "No buts. You get what you get, you hear me?"
When you don't answer, he spanks you again. More tears well up in your eyes, your protests reduced to incoherent babbling as his cock continues to assault you mercilessly.
"I could've tied you down, made you watch me touch myself. Or edged you until you were beggin' me for forgiveness. Maybe made you hump my boot like the slut you are." He growls, delivering another harsh smack to your ass. "I gave you what you fuckin' wanted. Deal with it."
As shameful as it is to admit, the idea of what else he could have done to you and the angry tone he speaks in is the thing that sends you tumbling over the edge once again.
He barks out a laugh, smacking your ass a few more times just to hear the way you cry for him.
"Please- Logan, I'm sorry-"
He releases your hair, and for one stupid, fleeting second you think he might be finished with you.
Instead he wraps his arm around you, pulling you into a headlock, holding you up effortlessly, his bicep flexing against your throat as he thrusts into you with a renewed vigor.
"Shut up." He snarls in your ear, letting the hand that was grabbing your hips snake down to your clit.
If you'd been overwhelmed with the pleasure before, you were fucking dying now. Drowning in it, suddenly thrown over the edge again by those perfect little circles. His grip is tight, the lack of oxygen making your head fuzzy, and you barely register the way you're drooling onto his muscles.
"That's better." He adjusts his grip to give you a little more room to breathe, letting your cries of pleasure ring throughout the room as they begin to turn to pleas for mercy once more.
"Lo-"
He doesn't let you get a word out, spanking you as he buries himself deep inside, his seed spilling into you, filling you up even more thoroughly. His bicep flexes against you, once again adjusting to choke you just a little less.
"Better get comfy, sweetheart." You can hear the sharp grin in his voice as he begins to move again, fingers returning to the sweet torture he's inflicting upon your clit. "We're gonna be here all night."
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Prompt: making a campfire and roasting s’mores w/ 70s Logan
Warnings: 18+ SMUT! Unprotected piv, fingering, oral sex, fluff, cussing, spit mentioned, Logan loves calling the reader pet names lol and if anything else I missed please let me know and I’ll add it!
WC: 1.8k
A/N: HIII so I actually wrote something! My first fic and it’s for @lareinedulune Wet, Hot Logan Summer Ficathon. I got @lubdubology prompt! I really hope you like it Lub <3 I’m incredibly nervous because you write so damn good! Anyways hope you all enjoy! 🥰
Special shoutout to @lostinlovingrevery for reading this a few times for me, you’re the best! 💗
Dividers by the lovely @saradika 💞
“Are we almost there?”
You’ve been in the car for an hour now patiently waiting to start your weekend getaway with Logan. Lately, you’ve been bouncing from motel to motel while Logan does the crazy jobs his boss gives him. You can say you live a life of a wanderer because you really never know where you’ll end up.
It’s definitely an adventure. And so worth it because you’re in love with this grumpy, yet loving man to your left — Logan. “Yes darling, only a few more minutes, I promise” he says reassuringly while squeezing your thigh. “But you said that 20 mins ago?” You roll your eyes with no real annoyance but give him a look. He sighs “I know this damn map made me turn the wrong way back there but I’m serious this time, just a few more minutes.”
“That map is just so mean to you Lo” you laugh while leaning in to kiss him on the cheek.
You get to the cabin a few minutes later and it’s beautiful.
A cozy little place. So perfect and just the two of you. No crazy jobs or calls from his boss. The weekend alone, seeing the stars while roasting s’mores over a campfire. You were so excited and even though Logan wouldn’t show it as much, he was too.
“Lo! This is amazing!” You smile as he pulls up to the cabin.
“Only the best for you my love” he smiles back as he starts grabbing both your things to put inside. “Come on let’s get inside, those clouds look like they’re getting dark and I don’t want you getting wet, well unless I’m the reason.” he gives a mischievous grin.
You hit his chest, “LOGAN! Stop it and besides I don’t think it will rain. It can’t rain, I won’t allow it.” You say as you laugh nervously.
“You don't allow it? Darling I don’t think that’s how mother nature works” he laughs but sees the hint of worry in your eyes and walks over to you “no matter what happens, this weekend will be great. I promise.” He says and kisses your temple.
“I know” you sigh “Lo, it’s just…I want everything to be perfect.” you face him and continue, “We finally have a weekend to ourselves in this beautiful cabin and I want to make the most of it.”
Surely enough when it rains it pours. It definitely wasn’t a sprinkle. It was a downpour and didn’t look like it was going to let up anytime soon. All you could do was look out the window and feel upset. Maybe you were getting a little too frustrated but you’re tired of things not going as planned.
“Of course it would actually rain! All I wanted was this weekend under the stars and making s’mores with you. Is that too much to ask?” You whine and start walking to the room.
“Sweetheart we will, it’s okay.” He says as he follows you. “It’s just a little bit of rain, it will clear up and we can roast some marshmallows in no time”
He rests his hands at your hips. You were still bothered but felt more grounded by his words. And Logan being Logan thought of the perfect solution.
“But while we wait, I have another idea” his tone gets deeper as he pulls you closer. “Let me make you feel good and forget about the damn rain” he growled into your ear.
He starts nuzzling at your neck and inhales your scent deeply as he gives hot open mouth kisses going down to your chest.
There was no time to think—you wanted him so badly. “Lo please don’t stop”
“I know baby, I got you” his eyes darken as he took off your shirt.
He can’t wait. He needs you.
Logan sees you’re not wearing a bra and it makes him even more feral. “Such a bad girl aren’t you? Already waiting for me to fuck you all this time?” He smirks and throws you on the bed. The hunger that’s in his eyes as he unbuttons your jeans and yanks them off. All that’s left is your soaked panties.
“Please I need to touch me, be inside me” his cock twitches at your words. “Darling don’t worry you’ll be so full of me and beg for more but I gotta loosen you up a bit.” he says as he starts taking off his own clothes. As much as you wanted to undress him yourself, he wanted everything to be about you.
You propped yourself up to get a better view. He was completely naked now and you couldn’t help but feel your mouth water. Taking in his broad shoulders, wide chest, and seeing that vein on his lower stomach that leads to his cock. He was big and already hard, but still stroked himself seeing you so wet for him.
You nod eagerly. “That’s my girl” he opens your legs and starts kissing in between your thighs as he gets to your clothed pussy. “She’s so wet from me, impatiently waiting for me to taste her.” He places his thumb and starts gently rubbing at your clit. He looks up at you with deep desire “Can I have a taste?”
“Logan!” you moan. He doesn’t hesitate as he takes off your panties and starts sucking on your clit. You gasp and you feel his two fingers go inside of your pussy. He’s relentless and picks up his pace as he leans closer to your ear. “Come on baby, already can’t talk and you haven’t even had my cock yet? Let me hear you.” He grunts.
“I’m so close-“ you say with a shaky breath “keep going, make me cum” you put your hands on the sides of his face to look into his eyes.
A fire lights up in him as he looks back into your eyes. Both of you want and need one another. “Fuck-“ he moans and takes his fingers out of you.
You sigh at the loss of his fingers inside. You quickly see him stand up and spit in his hand as he strokes his cock again. “If you’re going to cum then it’s happening while I’m inside you” he smirks and pulls you to the edge of the bed. Logan puts your legs over his shoulders and he leans in to have them pressed at your chest.
“Ah Lo I need you now, I can’t take it anymore.” You say heavily breathing. You feel overwhelmed in the best way. Feeling the heat sitting at the bottom of your belly.
He smiles “your wish is my command” he slowly pushes his cock into your pussy and you can feel the stretch and fullness of him. You start to feel fuzzy as you scratch at his back, begging him to move. And when he does move, you swear you see stars. He begins thrusting at a fast pace.
Logan knows you’re about to cum soon because he feels your walls tightened around him. “Yes sugar, just let go, make a mess for me.” You scream out his name and finally let go and damn does it feel good. Your body tingling, your brain feels numb and all you can do is hold on to Logan. Kissing his shoulder, up his neck and softly biting, wishing you can make marks.
He moans at your love bites and doesn’t stop thrusting into you to chase his own release. He can see that you're dazed out, all because of him. So to get you back, he presses his forehead against yours. “Darling I know I’m almost there, I just need you here with me, I got you” he says while panting.
All you could do was smile giddily. You were in pure bliss as he was pounding into you knowing he’s about to cum. And funny enough as you held on to the back of his neck, a faint sound of rain started to creep in. “Im here, I got you too lover boy” you say with a loud moan as he finally cums inside of you.
You both have been laying in bed for a while, facing each other. Just trying to be in the moment a little longer, as his fingers, warm as they touch you, trace up and down your arm. It felt comforting and with so much care.
“You okay?” He says.
“More than okay.” You smile as you give him a kiss and snuggle into his chest more.
He laughs as he moves your body even closer- if that was even possible.
“Hey I’ll be right back alright?” He gives a quick kiss on the top of your head and rolls out of the bed. You were just getting more comfortable and he flung out of bed.
A little dumbfounded you say, ”Wait no,where are you going? Just come back to bed hun”
You hear no response. Just rummaging noises through the kitchen and walking back and forth.
“Lo, what are you doing?” You yell. And just as you were about to get up, he ran back to the room.
He looked a little disheveled and trying to catch his breath a bit. Honestly, he looked really cute, his hair a bit of a mess from the activities you did earlier and his grey sweatpants hanging very low.
“Ok” he takes a deep breath. “Now you can get up and see darling” he starts walking over to you.
“Do I haaave to? I’m so comfortable here. We can just try tomorrow.” you say as you try to lay back down with a dramatic pout.
Logan laughs as he hands you his shirt to put on and helps you out of bed. “Yes you do, now come on it will be worth it, I promise”
There it is again, those two words. I promise. Something Logan has told you time and time again. And he always comes through on his promises. Logan does anything and everything to see that smile on your face. Hell, he even goes to the movies and sees those cheesy romcoms that he swears he hates, but secretly loves because your face lights up every time you see them, which is worth it for him. So how could you say no to a man like that? Yes, he’s very handsome but those eyes say everything. His hazel eyes, glistening with so much love, and that love is all for you.
“Ok big guy” you sigh dramatically and put his shirt on. He grabs your hand and guides you to the living room. You see the fireplace is on, blankets on the floor, pillows surrounding the area and some Hershey bars and marshmallows on sticks.
“If you don’t want to go outside yet, then I brought the campfire to you honey” he says with the biggest smirk on his face.
You couldn’t help but smile and feel so flustered. Logan would do anything for you just like you’d do anything for him.
“And you say you’re not romantic” you scoffed.
“For you always. No one gets this side of me but you, my girl” he holds your hips to pull you closer and kisses you.
You blush and grab his face to kiss him again. “Yeah, yeah just don’t burn my marshmallow when you make my s’mores”
SMUT! A short smut to practice my writing! Enjoy :)
"Stop faking it", he growled in your ear, fingers digging into your cheeks while he held your face. His other hand trailed down your side until it rested on your hip. "Don't worry baby, I'll make you sing for real". Your breath hitched, fuck, you were excited.
You've worked in the adult film industry for years, mainly videos of just yourself, or with others, on a low quality camera. But it was always so bland, your body was starved, practically begging every time you were on screen with another person; but you were always let down and had to put on a show.
Logan on the other hand, (a prominent figure in the industry), could make any woman feel good, every one of his videos had millions of views, and you were excited to finally get recognized when you heard he wanted to 'collaborate' with you. But you had no idea his videos were real, it just seemed he was one excellent actor. But Logan relished in making others feel good, he was a master at it; his videos aimed for the female audience.
So when a fake, high pitched moan slipped your lips as Logan got on top of you; oh that just wouldn't do.
You knew there were multiple cameras on you both but it seemed to fade away when you felt his lips trail down your neck. You pressed your head back into the pillow, a breath escaping you as you relaxed. You were both completely naked and you were already soaked from seeing the size of him. His cock was huge, standing tall and proud, a flushed pink tip with a bead of pre-cum sitting at the tip.
"Please, sir", you said your line, soft eyes staring up at him.
"What do you need? Need my big cock? Hm?"
You nodded and he grinned. oh fuck.
He pressed his tip to your clit, earning a whine from you. He slid his cock down and out of habit you let out another fake moan slip for the cameras. Logan's gaze darkened and he grabbed your face again. He leaned in an whispered so the cameras couldn't hear.
"What did I say about the fake shit?"
"That was real", you lied. He tilted his head and gave you a cocky smirk, seeing through your bullshit.
He was staring directly into your eyes, almost through you- like a challenge. A hint of a smirk on the corners of his lips as he looked so intently at you; and he finally, slowly, pushed his cock into your cunt- his eyes never leaving yours. Your mouth opened in an 'O' shape and you kept your eyes on his. You let out a breath when he bottomed out.
Then he moved his hips, a steady but hard rhythm- and there it was, a long moan, a real one. His expression turned smug, a grin spread on his lips, his eyes still never leaving your face. Your hands clutched his biceps, nails digging into his skin.
"Feels good, huh? Needed this right? Needed somethin' real" Logan whispered into your ear. He bit down on your neck, licking the skin in forgiveness immediately after.
Moan after moan, whine after whine, you were pushed into bliss. It had been so long since a man in this industry made you feel something real; God, this was better than your fucking dildo. He knew how to work you, how to touch your skin to make it feel on fire.
And fuck, this was going to be the best (and definitely not the last) collaboration you'll ever have with Logan Howlett.
this game looks so fun that i wanna do it too hehe (i am unfortunately swamped with work and family health stuff and am still trying to think of a url i wanna use for my writing blog🤡)
Wild & Free
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Pairing: DOFP!Bodyguard!Logan Howlett x F!Governor's Daughter!Reader
Summary: Your father hires Logan to keep an eye on you. But you always cause trouble.
Word Count: 632
Warnings: Implied age gap. Nudity. Implied smut. Logan is kind of a perv.
Rating: Mature
Before You Begin...Hi Sagi! Sorry this took so long to complete, but here it is! Also I can’t wait for your writing blog! The elements were ꒰ 7 ꒱ “i didn’t do it. please, you have to believe me!” ꒰ H ꒱ enjoyment ꒰ 𓃔 ꒱ a beach at low tide Hope you (and everyone else) enjoys this! ❤️
You'd do anything to get out of this dress. Your sister had settled for a a traditional white wedding with tight satin dresses. If this had been your wedding, you would have worn bell bottoms or frayed jeans. But who would have been your groom?
You see him standing there across the room, decked out in a leather jacket and his hands behind his back. His name is Logan. He's your bodyguard. The man your father hired to keep an eye on you after you got arrested. And what horrible crime did you commit? You and a bunch of people carried signs protesting the Vietnam War.
Your father was livid at the fact that you, the governor's daughter, was doing something like that. That's where Logan came in. But instead of taking it as you losing any freedom you had, you decided to make lemonade out of lemons. You often teased him or tried to frustrate him, often showing up to events wearing bell bottom jeans to galas or flaunting your bathing suit when you went to the pool.
And now, you felt like disobeying his orders now.
But when you try to leave, Logan's firm grip on your wrist stops you in your tracks.
He pulls you in so he can whisper in your ear, "And just where do you think you're going?"
Fuck. You need to think of something quick. "It's Cindy!" you say in reference to your younger sister. "She's up in her room. I think she took some man up there with her. But I don't know he gave me the creeps, he..."
You don't get to finish before Logan darts up the steps. There's no time to waste, you manage to make your escape. Cindy will probably kill you, but you'd like to think she would understand. She was just as much eager for adventure as you were. She just got away with it because she was the baby.
You race down to the beach, feeling wild and free. You can't wait to get out of this stupid dress and...
Fuck.
Low tide.
Well, so much for your perfect swim.
Ah, fuck it. You made that escape to go skinny dipping and damn it, you'll go skinny dipping. The moment your dress is off, you take the biggest deep breath ever. Freedom.
Or so you think.
You don't go running into the low tide ocean. How can you when you feel like someone is watching you. You pick up the dress, which is now dripping with sand, and use it to cover yourself as you slowly turn to look and see Logan.
He has a look of awe on his face, but now he looks down in regret. Was he...ogling me? Did he find me attractive? You wouldn't be mad if that were the case.
"Hi, Logan," you say flirtatiously. He still won't make eye contact. "I'm covered up, you know."
With that, something snaps in Logan. He strides towards you and begins dragging you by the hand. But you dig your toes deep into the sand, making it hard for him to move you.
"Naughty girl," he mutters under your breath. "You were going to run into the ocean without your clothes even if the tide is low. You know how dangerous that is?" He smirks. "You do bring trouble wherever you go. Perhaps you were the one responsible for making the tide low."
"I didn't do it. Please, you have to believe me!"
Logan grips your jaw. Even if you still aren't in the ocean, you're still wet. "What am I going to do with you?"
"Well," you wiggle your eyebrows suggestively, "you could always teach me a lesson."
Next thing you know, your dress is on the ground and his mouth is on yours.
