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[emovampiii]

ׂ╰┈➤ 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐋𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞.

Logan howlett x fem!reader

CW: smut | unprotected sex | fluff | praising | Soft logan | dominant logan | oral (male and female receiving) | light spanking | light choking | spitting |

Word Count: 2.6k

Authors note: Hi, please be kind and show support. I got a little carried away with the smut part. Oops. Not proofread. I'm sorry if there are any mistakes. My requests are open.

Divider by @saradika-graphics

My work will always be 18+ Minors do not interact.

Logan and casual dominance just came natural. You had to get used to it at first. You never really had someone take care of you the way he did. It was always the little things that showed you that he really did love you.

Pours your coffee for you while you hold out your mug.

Enjoys cooking and even feeding it to you. Especially breakfast because he knows you're very tired to do anything at all early in the morning.

Cooking together, and it's really him giving you the easiest tasks. "Wash the vegetables for me, will ya?"

"Be a good girl for me and hand me the butcher knife."

"Let me do that for ya" is what you'll hear a thousand times a day

When you're out in public, logan loves putting his hand on the small of your back and guides you around.

While you're getting ready for a date night together, logan absolutely loves getting kneeling to help put your heels on and then brushing his fingers up your leg to tease you. Maybe he'll give the inside of your thigh a little kiss, too. You constantly tell him you can do that yourself, but if it was up to him, you'd never have to lift a finger to do anything.

If you're at a restaurant, he'll order for you because he knows sometimes you get a little flustered and nervous. "It's okay. I'll tell'em what ya want, don't worry." He'll reassure with a smirk as he winks at you.

He likes to keep an extra cardigan of yours in his truck just in case it gets cold later on if you're still out together. He'll wrap you up in it and hug you to his body for extra warmth even if you tell him you're fine.

Hand on your thigh while he's driving at all times.

Logan always opens doors for you. When you're getting out of the car, he's running over to help you out. He'll even put his hand between your legs to prevent you from accidentally flashing anyone your underwear if you decided to wear a dress that day. Once you're out, he'll look you over and help fix your clothes and the bottom of your dress down just in case anything you didn't want showing was.

"That a new dress? Looks pretty on you."

He loves holding you close to him by your waist. He's always touching you and looking behind him to make sure you're right there.

If you're trying to reach something from the kitchen cabinet, he'll come up behind you and get it. His body pressed to your back. He loves the way you look up at him while you wait for him to hand you whatever it was you were struggling to get down.

Logan will give the top of your head a little kiss and pat your ass softly. "Here you go, baby, next time, jus' call for me."

You always got butterflies in your stomach when he did that.

"Come sit in my lap." he'll gently command you after he planned a movie for you and him to watch.

He'll rub soft circles on your hip. Your head resting on his shoulder as you both relax in eachothers embrace. Everything felt serene and calm. That was a feeling logan was never used to, but he never stopped chasing after it.

When you're not sitting in his lap and instead lounging on the couch with him as you're reading a book. Logan will have one of your ankles in his hand and softly stroke your skin absentmindedly.

Backs you up against a wall just to kiss your cheek.

Washing your hair in the shower and wants to rub your lotion on after he gets you dried off. It's not even in sexual but it always feels so intimate.

Loves to help you get dressed for bed. He'll grab on one of his t-shirts and a makeup wipe to get you ready for sleep. He'll pull back the blanket and tuck you in right next to him, with you being the little spoon.

Will lay naked with you in bed and kiss you from head to toe. Once again, it is always sexual but more tender and intimate. Sometimes, it doesn't even lead to sex. He'll hold you until you fall asleep on his chest.

Whispers how much he loves you while you're sleeping.

Logan isn't controlling even though sometimes you may feel like he is. You only felt that way if he on the rare occasion tells you no.

The only times he ever tells you no if is you want to go out alone somewhere at night. He'll drive you there and wait outside while you go have some fun with your friends. He's definitely not letting you go out alone, and he has no way of protecting you in case something were to happen. Logan has lost way too many people in his life. He's got lots of enemies. Any one of them could pop up at any moment.

— NSFW —

When he's fucking you it's a little more intense.

He loves having you ride him even though he knows you struggle to take him that way.

"You need some help, huh? My sweet girl can't do it by herself? " His large hands hold your waist to help bounce you on his cock.

"Grab onto the headboard, and I'll do the rest."

"So good, my good girl." He breathed as you whimpered. He'll thrust his hips up to meet yours. His swollen tip almost hitting at your cervix.

You felt one of his hands leaving your waist to travel up between the valley of your breasts before wrapping around your throat. Logan never squeezed down enough too roughly.

You never understood how he could be so rough and gentle with you at the same time. He's choking you but whispering in your ear, calling you his "good girl." And how perfect you are." He's peppering kisses all along your face. Spitting in your mouth while driving his cock hard and deep in your pussy.

Or when he's got you on your knees sucking him off.

"Slowly," his voice would get serious, but his hand would come down to caress your check.

Logan will always give you that lovingly look before pushing your head down all the way your nose was buried in the soft curls above his cock. Your eyes are watery with tears as you gag when he hits the back of your throat. Your makeup is all smeared, and all logan thinks as he's looking down at you, and you're looking up at him is how lucky he is to have you.

"Your throat feels so amazing. You always look so beautiful like this. Mouth full with your pretty eyes lookin' up at me."

After he cums he'll gentle pull his cock from your mouth. He bends down to give your lips a sweet kiss before squeezing your cheeks to open your mouth back up. He wants to see if you swallowed every drop he gave you. He knew you did. You always swallowed every bit of cum he released your on tongue.

Logan is obsessed with having you on all fours at the edge of the bed. Your ass up high, and your face smashed into a pillow. His face buried in your cunt from behind. His nose tickling and prodding at your entrance while his tongue flicks over your clit. His soft lips wrapped around to gently suckle on your aching bud. His hands on both of your hips, keeping you firmly in place. Every once in a while, he'll spank you to keep you focused. Not too hard. But hard enough to make you yelp.

"Aw, does this position embarrass you?" He cooed at you.

You'll nod because it does.

"Tch tch, that's just too bad."

You always felt so exposed like that, but you knew it was logans favorite position to have you in. He could do literally whatever he wanted. You tried to hide your face from him, and he'd spank you even harder for that. He wants to peak over and see your face twisting in pleasure. He wants to see your mouth open and drool all over your chin.

"Does my tongue feel good?" He mumbled against your cunt. His tongue now circling the edge of your opening.

"Good because I'm gonna fuck ya with it before I give you my dick" He growled from behind.

As he continued to tease at your entrance, he'll spit on it and use the pads of his fingers to rub it all over your dripping pussy — showing a little more attention to your clit. While he tongue slowly pushes inside you. He knows he's got you right where he wants you when he hears that little gasp you make followed by a moan. And how you seem to back up against him for more.

Your eyes close, and you grip at the bedding. All that embarrassment you were feeling was slowly fading away as logan sunk his tongue deep inside your pussy. His warm tongue moved and lapped up the mess you were creating on his mouth. He hears you whine and can feel your walls contracting around his wet muscle. He knew you were holding back your release until he said it was okay to let go. You were so perfect, too good to be true. He couldn't deny you.

"be a good girl and cum for me. I want you to."

After you cum hard to the point you're body is trembling. He'll come up and lean over your back, soothing his hand down your spine. " "shh shh, It's okay. I got ya. You did so well for me."

He won't stop talking you through your orgasm until he knows you're alright.

"Breath for me." Logan nuzzled the side of your face.

"There she is, there's my girl." He running his hand up and down your back, trying his best to relax you.

His voice was low and husky in your ear. He helped bring you back down to earth; sensing you were getting a little lost there for a second.

Once you're completely calmed down, he'll gently move you to lay on your back. Your legs dangling over the edge of the bed with him standing between them. His cock fisted in his hand as he slaps his leaking tip on your over stimulated clit. He loves to rub his precum all over that aching bundle of nerves he had been bullying all night. Your pussy glistening from your orgasm mixed with his spit. The messier he made you, the harder it seemed he got.

Logan loves watching your body twitch and hear those soft moans escape your lips. He takes forever to bury himself in you. He wants to see you lose control until you're a blabbering mess of empty promises. Promises you'll blurt out just to feel the head of his cock brush against your opening. Your juices dripping down to the curve of your ass and he licks his lips, wanting another taste. Logan would get you so worked up to the point that it was as if you believed he wasn't going to give you what you wanted.

"You gotta calm down." He coaxed you.

"You're making promises you can't keep right now, honey. I need you to relax. You really think I'm doing all of this to not fuck you?

He reassured you and ran his cock between your wet folds, spreading them apart. his tip nudging at your clit once more, making you bit down on your lip. Your hands stopped tugging at the bedding to reach out for him. You hissed at the sensation as your eyes filled with more tears.

"Move your legs up and hold the back of your thighs for me. Can ya do that?" Logan now commanded you.

All you could do was rapidly nod and do as you're told with your hands firmly gripping the back of your thighs — to keep your legs spread and pussy on display for him.

"Logan, I need you." You tried desperately to plead with him. You both had beads of sweat dripping down your body. Your head felt dizzy, and your chest was rising and falling faster.

Logan arched a brow at you. His way of asking if it was okay to finally split you open around himself.

"I-im okay." You stammered as you looked up at him. "I promise....m'ready."

His gaze softened as he slowly pushed his thick cock inside you. Both of you sigh in relief. Your walls hugged him so tight while he continued to push until he was completely buried all the way in you. He stilled for a few seconds to help you adjust.

"Fuck you're wet." He noted with his cock gliding in your pussy with ease.

Once he was fully inside and you were well adjusted, he didn't hold back. He began pumping in and out of you hard and fast. Your tits bounced as he picked up the pace. Your body was making the most vulgar wet sounds that seemed to only spur him on. Your moans grew needier and louder. You struggled to keep hold of your legs. Logan took notice of that and placed his hands on top of yours to help you.

"There we go, that better?" He bent forward a little more to whisper.

"Gettin close Lo," you whined, biting down hard on your lip.

"I know I can feel it." Logan loved when you warned him about your orgasm as if he couldn't feel your walls squeezing his cock tighter the closer you got.

Every thrust he gave, he hit your g-spot, making you lose your train of thought. A few more strokes, and you're cuming again more intensly than the last time. You're mewling and calling out his name. Your back arching off the bed but logan doesn't slow down. If anything, he seems to be going faster. Until he's spilling his cum all over your sensitive walls, as he milks himself inside you.

"You alright? Let me clean you up. Come on." He finally spoke up, out of breath as you laid there completely fucked out. But you managed to weakly nod your head yes.

"Can you walk?" He asked, you felt him gently pulling out and his eyes glanced from your face to where his cum was now dripping from your pussy.

You tried not to get embarrassed as his gaze seemed to focus on the mess he created between your legs.

Logan fought the urge to lick it clean from you. Or shove his fingers in your cunt to prevent anymore of his cum from spilling out.

When you didn't answer him again, he gave you that knowing look and arched his brow. Normally, he'd tell you to use your words, but he knew sometimes it was too hard for you to do.

You quickly shook your head. Obviously, you can't walk. You can't even feel your legs. He lets out a breathy laugh. "You'll do anything to get me to carry, huh?"

You gave him a small smile and tried to sit up.

He pretends like he's seriously complaining, but truth be told, all he wants to do is carry you. All day, every day, if you'd let him. He picks you up bridal style, carrying you into the bathroom where he sets you down at the end of the tub.

"We're gonna get cleaned up. I'll make you some food and then we can watch TV." He doesn't ask for anything in return, just that you be near him.

[emovampiii]

popping out all of a sudden but i cant shake off this thought in my head. what if you tease oldman!logan because he’s wearing his reading glasses, saying “aww look how adorable and cute you look, papi.” while snickering and giggling, and just kept teasing him throughout the day. but logan just sigh and shook his head side to side, dismissing your jokes until later that night, he had you writhing underneath him. tears rolling down your cheeks as you whimpered from taking his big girth, and from the way he’s pounding your pussy so good. both of your naked and sweaty body colliding against each other. “where are those laughs and giggles huh, kitten? not so cute now am i when i’m pounding this tight pussy of yours yeah? come on, let me see that smile just like before… My cock too good for you huh baby? couldn’t say anything other than moaning like a slut? my slut.”

😁 teehee.

[emovampiii]

more sub logan plz!!!! your last fic was delicious…

In Dire Need (Logan Howlett) nsfw

A/N: sub!logan, xmen trilogy!logan, mutant!reader(telepathy), early 20s f!reader, aided masturbation, oral f!receiving, unprotected sex, forced orgasm(?)

“Fuck.”

Logan knew it was that time of the year again the moment he woke up and his balls were painfully heavy, full and aching for a release. It wasn’t enough to jerk off in the shower, it wasn’t enough to use the flesh light he had reluctantly bought himself for this occasion. It just wasn’t enough anymore to take care of his rut on his own, it needed to serve a purpose when he relieved himself of his load. His base instincts required him to empty himself in someone.

There was only one person that came to mind.

You had joined the teaching staff at Xavier’s over the summer. Jean and Ororo taught you the ropes and showed you the classroom you would be occupying. Scott took you through the process of drafting lesson plans and final exams for your course - mutant physiology. Professor Xavier introduced you to all the staff and some of the students that boarded with them during the summer due to not having a home.

The first few days, Logan avoided you, wanting to size you up at first because he was always initially distrustful of mind readers. “They only tell you what you want to hear.” Logan had explained his reasoning during a playful back and forth with Jean who had accused him of being prejudiced against telepaths. “What’s the point?” He didn’t want to be introduced to you, not yet, it had to be on his own terms.

It wasn’t very long though before he couldn’t avoid you anymore and he knew the moment you spoke that he should’ve just ran before you had a chance to sink your claws into him. “Oh,” You were surprised as you rounded a corner and bumped into him, falling straight on your ass while Logan looked down in shock. Shit, he thought, she’s really pretty. “I’m so sorry, I should’ve watched where I was going.” You laugh softly as you take the hand he offers you and lifts you up with ease. “You must be the Wolverine.” You say in teasing tone, holding onto his hand a little longer and noting the muscles on his arms. Your eyes shamelessly trail over his broad chest and defined abdomen exposed by the tight white tank top he was wearing. Logan notices the way you stare, the way you eat him up with your gaze, and he feels nervous.

You make him nervous and that had never happened to him before today. “Logan,” He corrects you after realizing you two had just been staring at each other. “You can-uh-you can call me Logan.”

Your bright eyes meet his green ones and he can feel himself turning red under your intense gaze. Immediately, he puts a steel wall in front of his thoughts, but you’ve seen enough. “No need to be nervous, Logan,” You purr, finally letting your hand fall out of his hold and you bend down in front of him to pick up the papers you had dropped. Logan swallows hard at the sight of your round ass in your pencil skirt and he looks away after a moment. “I’m not going to bite, until you ask.” You say in a flirtatious tone before winking at him and continuing on your way.

There’s no need to read his mind to know he watched you walk away.

From that first day, you had been a thorn in his side, and he enjoyed it. You quickly proved yourself to be a team player and he enjoyed your company and conversation very much, but you were a damn tease if he ever met one. You were constantly trying to rile him up, always trying to get him to blush, and you weren’t shy about letting on how much you liked him. Logan couldn’t have a moment alone before your scent took over the space he was sitting in and you were teasing him and using his words against him to make him turn red in the face. “You gonna take me for a ride when the bike’s done?” You ask from the counter that you’re sitting on in the garage, one leg crossed over the other, bouncing your high heeled foot delicately as you watched him.

Logan smiles and shakes his head before looking over at you. “Sure, doll,” His eyes follow the length of your legs up into your skirt and he can’t help staring at your thighs. “But you can’t wear those skirts you like so much.”

“You want me to wear nothing?” You ask with a raised eyebrow, peeking into his mind and seeing a pretty accurate image of yourself in just that - nothing.

“No, I mean,” Logan shuts you out of his mind immediately and you stifle a laugh by biting on your bottom lip. “You’ve gotta wear pants, I meant.” He says, exhaling as he turns back to the bike, trying to ignore your soft chuckles.

You notice the way his back muscles tense up and you can tell that he is painfully restraining himself. “That’ll make it a little harder to have sex on the bike, but sure, darling. I’ll wear the pants.” You taunt, smirking when he shoots you an annoyed look.

All the teasing and the mind games he can usually get past, but today, of all days, he simply can’t handle it, he can’t handle you.

“Morning, Lo.” You greet him as you walk into Storm’s classroom which he is subbing while she is still out on a mission with the Professor and Jean. Logan turns to you and you smirk at the way his eyes look you up and down before he sets his mug back down on the desk, forgetting to take a sip. You are wearing your usual heels and a paisley print wrap around dress that accentuates your waist and your hips in a way that drives him crazy, but that wasn’t what caught him off guard. It was your scent - you’re in the beginning of your fertile period. “Cat got your tongue?”

Logan takes in a deep breath and he sighs as your aroma fills his nose and makes his mouth water. His grip is tight on his knees as you set a packet of papers on the desk in front of him and you’re giving him Storm’s instructions and going over her lesson plan for the day. All Logan hears is your heart thumping in his ears, he only hears the way you breathe while staring at your breasts, the rhythmic tapping of your manicured fingernails while you point at the papers he should be focusing on. “I’ll just play a movie for them.” Logan says in a gruff voice, not having heard a thing you said, and you roll your eyes playfully.

“You’re not exactly gunning for Teacher of the Year, huh?” You laugh, unable to stop yourself from caressing his jaw softly and smiling. Logan can see that you’re reading his mind, and he lets you simply because he likes the way you’re rubbing his chin. “Your thoughts are so loud when you’re in a rut.” You tell him with a sympathetic look before you walk around and lean on the edge of the desk, crossing your ankles and taking one of his hands in both of yours. “You need help with anything, darling?” You ask him with genuine concern and he shakes his head.

“Not with this.” He says, his eyes darkening at the thought of seeing that smug little smile of yours stretched out around his cock while you gag and cry with his load filling your mouth. He doesn’t even try to hide his thoughts anymore and you know that he can hurt you, but your teasing and flirty remarks are far more than a game to you.

You want Logan, you want him to be yours.

“You know where to find me if you change your mind, darling.” You say before leaning down and pressing a light kiss to his lips.

Immediately, Logan stands up, not breaking the kiss as he leans over you until you’re basically lying back on the desk. A small gasp leaves your mouth and you push on his chest, but he’s so strong. His hands are pressing into your back to keep you against his chest as you make out. One of your hands tangles in his hair and the other starts undoing the buttons on his flannel until he stops you. “You need to go.” He breathes as he sets your hands down at your sides and he walks away from you, leaving you dazed on the desk as he composes himself by the window. “Now, please.” You know not to tease him right now, so you leave, biting your lip as you make your way back to your own classroom and you wonder how you’re going to get through the rest of the day.

At the end of your class, you have an uncomfortable heat pulsing in your core and you know how you want to take care of it, but you don’t want to pressure him. Logan needs to come to you, he has to give into you on his own terms, and you’re surprised when he finally does.

It’s two days later, when he can’t resist the smell of your fertile womb any longer and he comes to your bedroom with a pained look. “Please,” He breathes out when you open your door for him. “Help me.”

Soon, Logan is sitting completely bare on your bed and you’ve locked your door, biting your lip softly as you strip off your satin robe to reveal your little black stain slip that barely reaches your thighs. Logan’s cock throbs underneath the sheets at the sight of you pushing your panties down so they pool around your feet. “You have to take it easy on me, Lo. I’m not as strong as you.” You tell him as you crawl onto the bed and straddle his lap, the bedsheet is the only thing that separates you and him. “Can you do that?”

Logan nods, touching your hips gently and leaning forward to kiss you until you press your fingers to his lips and shake your head. “Please, I want to kiss you.”

“I’ve got you, just relax.” You tell him in a sultry voice before your lips press a chaste kiss to his forehead. Logan closes his eyes and sighs as you kiss his nose and then his cheek. Your hands lace through the hairs at the base of his neck as you slowly pepper his jaw with tender kisses and he groans when you lick around his pulse point. “Is that okay, baby?” You ask him and he nods quickly, his hold tightening on your plush hips as you lick a line from his jaw down his neck to his collarbone. “Logan, you smell good.” You whisper, inhaling his natural, earthy musk mixed with those spiced cigars and some teakwood cologne that makes your pussy throb. Logan feels the subtle pulse above his cock and he fists your slip roughly, you hear the seams tear a little and you can’t pretend it doesn’t excite you. “Calm down, tiger.” You smirk, taking his hands off you and he groans in frustration.

“Baby,” He begs, his tongue peaks out to moisten his lips and he smooths his hands up your thighs. Your body trembles slightly from the warmth of his large hands and it takes a lot of self control to stop yourself from sliding down on his cock. “Please, let me taste you.”

“That’s not going to help ease your rut.” You whisper, reaching a hand down underneath the sheets and Logan gasps sharply as your hand wraps around his throbbing length. “Hm, you’re big, Logan.” You comment as you slowly pump his cock between your bodies. Your thumb smooths over his tip, spreading his pre cum around, and making him whine at the feeling. “Get me wet?” You request, placing your palm in front of his mouth so you can probably jerk him off, but he has a different idea. He holds tightly onto your arm and the back of your hand as he kisses your palm and runs his tongue sloppily over it. Logan can feel your pulse quicken in your wrist underneath his thumb and he notices the way you watch hungrily as he laps your hand while you clutch tightly onto his meaty shoulder.

Logan doesn’t have to read minds to know what you’re thinking about now.

“Thinking about how my tongue would feel down here?” He asks, boldly taking your own hand and forcing you to rub yourself with your slick palm while he kisses your neck. Your mouth falls open and you try to fight him, try to move your hand away, but he’s stronger and soon you’re gasping and writhing as he forces you to get yourself off on your own hand. His grip is tight on your wrist with one hand and he is easily guiding you by the hip, fisting your smooth night slip with the other hand, moving you along your palm until you come hard with a small cry. “Let me taste it, please.” He begs again, the smell of your arousal consuming his every thought as your head falls weakly on his shoulder.

After you give him a small nod, he slides down on the bed between your thighs so you’re sitting on his face and he groans as your juices are dripping down your legs. Logan licks the inside of your thighs softly, sucking your arousal off your skin and making you quake over him as he takes his time teasing you. “Be good for me and clean up the mess you made.” You order him in an attempt to reassert yourself as the one in control. One of your hands tangles in his hair and you tug harshly, making him groan in approval as you begin riding his face. “Fuck, love the way that tongue feels.” You praise as he laps sloppily at your slit and his hands are kneading your thighs, locking you in with his strong biceps. “Mm, Logan, that’s so good, baby!” You moan loudly and he gives your ass a harsh slap that makes you whine. “Yes!” You groan, snapping your hips sharply until you feel the familiar tension building in your lower belly. “Oh, my god!”

Logan growls into your core as you cum again, gushing onto his tongue, your thighs shaking violently around his head as you pull hard on his hair and force yourself to extend your orgasm because after this it is all about him and you know you’re in for a rough night. “Tastes so fucking good.” He mumbles into your aching cunt.

“Mm, fuck!” You mewl softly, struggling to steady your breathing as he continues muttering sweet things into you.

Once you come down from your high, Logan keeps you over him and you look at him in confusion. “Stay there, please.” He breathes out, wiping his chin off with his hand before he guides his swollen, leaking head through your slick folds and you tremble as he makes contact with your sensitive clit. “I like it when you’re on top.” He says with a little glint of mischief in those deep green eyes and you nod, letting him spear you with his thick member. “Shit, you’re too damn tight.” He groans, his head rolls back into your pillows and you admire the way his toned chest flexes and expands as he takes a moment to adjust to your narrow hole. “It won’t fit, baby.” He whines, holding your hips tightly and willing himself to take his time. “Fuck!” He swears in frustration and you hold yourself over him by balancing your weight on his chest.

“You can do it, darling.” You encourage him gently. “Make me fit around you, you know you can.” You whisper as you kiss him softly and he whimpers against your lips as you take him in another inch. The stretch stings, but the way he cries your name and digs his fingers into your hips makes it all worth it. “That’s it, Lo, just let me wrap around you.” You shudder as his hard shaft slowly occupies every centimeter within your core, molding you to the shape of his cock while he gasps and grunts as you swallow him.

“I-I can’t do it, I’ll-shit-I’ll hurt you.” Logan says, watching as you sit up on him and caress his heaving torso softly, that smug smile on your lips as you give him a nod that tells him you think you know everything. And you do, you can read it all in his mind as he stares up at you with pleading eyes. All the filthy positions he wants to put you in, all the dirty thoughts concerning you that are invading his mind, he wants you just as bad as you want him.

“I’ll take care of you, darling.” You tell him as you slowly lift yourself and you gasp as you sink back down. Logan growls lowly, his chest rumbling underneath your palms, and it feels like you’re trying to tame a beast. “You like that, baby?” You ask as you do it again, bringing yourself to his tip before taking him back in with a little bounce. Logan hisses at the feeling of your tight pussy sucking him back in and he throws his head back while kneading your thighs. “Mhm, you do.” You breathe out, already drunk off his cock and the power you hold over him. “You gonna cum inside me?” You ask him, lightly dragging your fingernails down his chest and he whines loudly, pinning you down to his lap and forcing you to grind along his length instead which makes you moan in pleasure. “You wanna cum in this pussy, Lo?” You ask and he nods, his eyes shut tightly as he grunts and gasps with the intense release of his load. Your body convulses from how much he dumps in you and you fall over on him, wincing as he throbs in you with every spurt. “Fuck!”

Logan wants to give you a break, he really does, but he just can’t. His hips buck underneath you and you whine into the crook of his neck. “‘M so sorry, baby, I need this.” He sighs as he makes your ass bounce rhythmically, pounding into you from below, gasping and caressing your body as he uses you.

After two consecutive hours, Logan’s completely lost in the way your pussy takes all of him with each bounce, the way it sounds wetter and sloppier after every load he has dumped inside you. You’re breathless and covered in a sheen of sweat, lying on your side now as he spoons you from behind. Logan’s kissing your shoulder and your neck, his hand holding your leg up as he pounds into your poor, overused cunt. “Mm, mm, mm!” You whimper with every thrust, holding tightly onto your pillow and crying into it.

“It’s so good,” Logan gasps into your neck, breathing shakily, apologizing over and over for being too rough with you. “Just a little more, doll. Is that okay? Can I use you just a little bit longer? I’m so sorry, baby, I need this so bad. Need you so bad.” Logan cries against your shoulder and you sob while you nod because you know he is in dire need of some help.

And you are nothing if not a team player.

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Kinktober day 29

Breathplay

Logan would never put a hand on you. Ever. He may be an angry, violent man when it comes to defending himself and what's his, but he would never hurt you.

That's why he's surprised at himself when, one day, while he's fucking you and you're being loud enough that the entire mansion could hear you, his hand—almost as if on its own—wraps around your throat and he squeezes softly.

He's about to remove his hand and apologize, but then he sees the look in your eyes—the surprise, the lust, the enjoyment. He can hear your heart speeding up and he can smell and feel your pussy getting wetter.

You like this.

And, honestly, he should've known. You're into so many things, he should've guessed this was one of them. But now that he knows…

“Fuck,” he groans. “So that's the only way to keep you quiet, hm? I gotta choke you for you to behave?”

Your eyes roll back, your hips buck. He laughs between groans. “You're such a slut sometimes. I love it.”

He squeezes your throat again, feeling your pulse under his fingertips, the delicate skin of your neck. You're so vulnerable in this position, you're giving yourself entirely to him. And fuck, he just wants to take advantage of that.

“My pretty, dirty girl.“

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Kinktober day 30

Morning head

You've never been a morning person. And Logan knows it. Waking you up early is impossible, and he's lucky if you don't throw a few pillows at his face.

But he gets an idea he thinks might just work…

As is usual, Logan fucked you dumb last night. You were so out of it that you'd just slept naked. You didn't even have enough energy left to get dressed or to let him dress you.

And that is working, one hundred percent, to his advantage now.

You're sleeping on your side and he gently rolls you over. You just groan, uninterested, and grumble sleepily.

He holds back from laughing softly and he spreads your legs.

He starts out with little kisses on your thighs, carefully working his way up to your cunt. Goosebumps rise on your skin and he can hear your heart beat a little faster. Still, your hands weakly push him away.

He takes a breath to calm himself down before he buries his face between your thighs, his mouth slowly working at your pussy just how you like it.

You wake up then, eyes opening and you sit up some, gasping.

He glances up at you, grinning that stupid boyish smile. “Mornin’,” he greets casually before continuing to flick his tongue against your clit.

You moan. Between just waking up and the sudden onslaught of pleasure, your brain is going haywire. Your body isn't sure how to react, so it takes Logan two, maybe three orgasms to get you up and functioning.

The rest of the day, you're in a great mood. And Logan knows: he's gonna do it every morning for you from now on.

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Kinktober Day 31 ~ Costume

Logan Howlett x Fem! Reader

Summary: Logan really likes your costume.

A/N: We started Kinktober with Logan and we're ending it with him. Happy Halloween and I hope you all enjoy!

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“What…is that?”

You look down at yourself, a little confused. “What? It's my costume.”

Logan focused on the tight, black leather suit you were wearing. The collar popping out along your neck. A zipper in the front of your cleavage. With yellow accents along it that really reminding him of his early X-Men days. “Wade told me you wore something like this when you first started. And I wanted to match with you…”

He motioned to his yellow and blue suit, “Sweetheart, I didn't even try.”

“Yeah, I know.” You shook your head. Logan would feel some type of way at your disdain, but he’s too focused on your suit. How it filled out your body very well.

“Just ignore pumpkin.” Wade commented, admiring you while dressed in his suit. Paired with a pink tutu and a tiara. “I think you look fantastic. Perhaps identical to our grumpy fella.”

“Aww, thanks.”

Logan grumbled, “Let’s just go.”

All of you were going to a Halloween costume party at a bar. Everyone dressed in various costume, drinking drinks that were half priced. Logan’s kind of scene, besides the goofy costumes. You were obviously excited, mingling with everyone at the party. Everyone complimenting on your costume. You pulling out your fake blades and impersonating your best Wolverine stance.

If it was anyone else, he’d think it was fucking corny. But this was you, his lover.

Who looked so damn good in that suit. Your curves highlighted for him to see. Well, not just him. Logan noticed others in the bar checking you out, eyes going up and down at your figure. Now, going to this party was a mistake. As always, you wanted him to behave, not start any fights that involved you taking cover somewhere. Good thing he had a handle on his strength. Otherwise the beer bottle in his hand would’ve shattered.

“I think this costume is too tight…” You sighed, snuggling beside him. “I can barely pull the zipper up past my chest.”

Logan felt the bottle crack. “Really? You’re usually good about your sizes.”

“I am. I told Wade what size to get when he said he was going to order it for me.”

“…you let Wade order your suit?”

“Yeah? He offered. He said he was getting Vanessa’s fairy costume at the same place-oh my god.” Suddenly, you got shy, your face buried in his neck. Logan’s arm around your waist got tighter as he comforted you. “No wonder some people were staring at me.”

He scowled at said patrons who immediately pretended to go back to conversing. “It’s okay, sugar. This is just a reminder to watch that asshole when you ask him things.”

You shrugged and Logan grimaced. He wasn’t a fan of you getting like this, having a sense that everyone was watching you.

“Hey,” He made you look up at him, “did I tell you how fucking sexy you look in that costume?”

You clicked your teeth, “No, you didn’t.”

“Well, you do. I wanted to rip that off of you and say fuck this party.” Logan admired your outfit once more, squeezing your side. “Actually, I still do.”

You lean forward, your eyes lowered as you scan his body. “Is that so?”

“You know it.”

“The party will keep going for a few more hours…” Your hands trail from his forearm, up to his bicep. “And Wade drove…”

Logan growled, pulled you close. “Just say where.”

You two did your best to disappear from the party, going to the backseat of the rental car. Your lips immediately on Logan’s before he could close the door. The kiss hot, heavy as you two tried to pull off each other’s costumes. Or at least enough to get to the important parts.

When you zip down your suit, the zipper stopping at your stomach, Logan went directly to your breasts held up by your bra. He had enough for him to mouth at your chest. Him kissing along the cups of your black bra while you grinded against his crotch. The tent in his suit prominent.

You clutched the ends of his mask while he gripped your thighs, squeezing them to increase the pace of your hips. His own matching the rhythm of yours. Your breaths mixing as your tongues collided once more, tasting hints of the drinks you two had. Logan didn’t give a damn if the car was shaking from your movements.

“Fuck me…” He felt cum leaking from his tip, “You gonna make me cum if you…”

Your mouth pressed along his once more, clearly not caring. Not when his covered cock was rubbing along your suit, managing to hit your clothed clit. Logan groans in your mouth as he can smell you, the grip on your thighs getting strong.

“Keep going…just like that…” You’re practically bouncing on him, starting to get incoherent. You don’t even care when he pulls down your bra cups, latching on to your nipple, pinching the other. He smirked when you cry out. The motion of your hips get sloppy, grinding along his cock to keep hitting that spot.

Logan knows your pussy was soaking your pretty panties. He didn’t get a chance to see them while you two were getting dressed, but he bets they match the cute bra you have on. The one he’s ruining to get more access to your skin. He’s so tempted to cut them off, but you don’t like when he cuts off your clothes.

Instead he goes through your suit, feeling the warmth of your bare skin. Logan decided to reach down, going under your lacey underwear to feel your plump bottom. You gasp, reaching under his mask to grip the nape of his neck.

A corral of moans and groaning fill the car. The friction of your covered pussy along his suit made Logan’s cock throb. Your moans increase in pitch, head thrown back when you shout to the car roof. Your body tense and trembling against him. He shuddered, not stopping his grinding as he was close. Logan’s muscles tensed when he orgasms, holding you close while cum stained his boxers.

He wanted to come inside you, but the night wasn’t over yet. He’ll save that when he has you in his bed. You give him one last kiss, pulling down his mask to dishevel his hair.

“You know, they’re gonna know we fooled around in the car.”

You move on to his face, leaving little kisses. “It’s Halloween. They’ll be fine.”

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bouncer!logan using his break to fuck you silly in the bar bathroom after you come a visit him at work. such a sweet thing, driving down here just to see him and bring him something other than bar food.

he couldn't care less that you're dressed in a t-shirt, sweatpants, and shoes that should've been chucked out ages ago. you're here for him. running around town and bringing food for him.

a hand settles over your mouth to muffle your loud moans and his chest presses hard against your back at he plunges inside you. you're leaking a mess, and logan finds it's a fucking sight whenever he pulls back enough to see how well his dick is splitting you open.

the man is certain he won't be able to hold it long, thinking of you. how good you are to him. the way you kissed his chin at the door. he's trying. really, he is. rutting and gnawing a sore into his bottom lip, groaning every time his hips snap against your ass.

huffs of hot air pants out against the shell of your ear, and logan is damn near drooling as he whispers rather loudly at how infuckingcredible you are for squeezing around him like you are.

"who told you you could feel this good, huh? and who told you to be so sweet to me, hm? " he grunts, smirking at the pitiful response you whimper out in return. tears are welling in your eyes as he shifts his hips, the new angle punching the head of his cock right into your spot. you both share a broken groan that echoes against the cool walls of the bathroom. "shit, there it is. right there. right there, yeah? s'at it?"

you jerk with heavy gasps into logan's palm. the world blurs, and a rush of heat floods over you at a suffocating rate. your peak only drags logan's along, the man smashing himself against you in a noisy, shaky hover.

logan doesn't want you to leave after. the soft hand and long kiss that rubs against your cheek after he pulls up your sweats tells you that much.

so instead of you driving back home with shaky legs and a hazy head, logan settles you in a booth near the very back of the bar. right in his eye line and content in the quieter space with however many drinks and snacks you want.

his attention is split for the rest of the shift–dutifully scanning his sharp gaze over the entire room while keeping himself where he can see and get to you quick if he needs. he ends up chuckling to himself when he's allowed to go home for the night, only to find you slumped next to an empty basket that used to hold the house fries he ordered you in a light sleep.

head tilted and eyes soft as you snore quietly, logan just watches you for a moment. grinning a little at how easy you are to tire out.

soon enough, he's coaxing you from the booth with soft coos and shushes whenever you whine about not wanting to move.

he cuddles you with strong arms into his side the entire way to his truck, promising to come back and get your car in the morning. it's the least he can do...

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logan w a reader that acts like blair from gossip girl

A/N: 18+ f!reader, age gap, dofp!logan, professor!logan, blairwaldorf!reader, mentions of sex, suggestive content

you had a reputation of being high maintenance and self centered, you’re known to be a little ruthless, and logan just happened to have a thing for girls that needed a firm hand

“you’re failing, Y/N,” logan tells you after class one afternoon, the day the chase begins, and you laugh lightly, shaking your head as you sit on his desk and cross your legs which exposes your thighs

“no, professor, you’re failing me,” you say as you lean forward, smirking when his eyes briefly glance down your white button up blouse, “and i don’t understand why’d you do that?”

his jaw tightens as you fix your skirt, giving him a peek of what lies underneath the plaid material and he chuckles, “i’m not playing this game with you,” he says as he gets up and you grab his hand

“are you sure?” you ask with an innocent smile, you pull him back to you and it surprises him how easily he moves towards you, your thighs open to bring him between them as you say sweetly, “i’d let you win”

he tries to resist your advances, tells you to study more for the quizzes because those seem to be your problem area, but you insist you have another problem area that needs more urgent attention

logan knows you’re using him to get what you want, but he knows you like him when you continue to seek him out even after he adjusted your grade, “missed me?” you ask, eyeing the growth in his pants as you lock the classroom door

he loves the way you dress, the way your lips are always glossy or a rosy shade and how you taste fruity when you let him kiss you, your perfume wafting in his face when you’re close to him

“no,” you turn your face away from him as he leans up to kiss you, “you’ll ruin my lipgloss,” and he chuckles as he kisses your neck instead, never one to downplay your appearance because he knows that’s just how you are

he’s always pulling strings for you, talking you onto some exclusive school trip or into student committees with the best outside world connections only because he knows how much it means to you

you’re oblivious to this because he only wants you to worry about the mundane, trivial things that run around in your pretty little head all day and because you simply believe that everything works out for you

“logan, no, those are new,” you pout as he rolls over to lay on top of you in his bed, ripping your panties off, and he only says he’ll buy you more as he’s grinding himself between your thighs, making you wet with desire

it’s hard for him to resist your charm because as difficult as you may be to please, it makes him feel smug that he’s the only man you give the time of day to, no one else could get as close as you let him

logan can’t stand how you act sometimes though, how you parade some other guy around after you two have had a spat, how you let the poor kid think he’s got a chance when you’re only playing games

truth be told, you’d never sleep with anyone else, you’re completely head over heels for logan, you just can’t seems to find it in you to be sweet and demure, it’s just not your personality

“you’re a real brat sometimes,” logan sighs as you sink on his cock in his bedroom that night, your way of apologizing because he’s right, and he’s putting it nicely, you’re actually a crazy bitch

no one tries to mess around with logan because the female students, and professors, know you are as mean as you are pretty and it’s simply not worth their self esteem to try and fuck logan, not that they could

he’s completely wrapped around your finger, willing to do just about anything for you, simply because you let him hold you at night, because you let him bury his cock in you, and he knows you’d only ever allow him to touch you that way

Disclosure: I have not watched Gossip Girl, but I do know who Blair Waldorf is, and isn’t that very on brand of her?😂 Hopefully this matches how she acts on the show!

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Your Heart Fits Like A Key

Summary: Your ex boyfriend is your knight in shining armor rescuing you after a bad date. There's nobody else like Logan, and you finally see it. This is imagined with 2013 Logan in mind, but any Logan could work Warnings: MDNI!!! its porn without plot. Logan receives road head, afab!female reader, reader receives oral, pet names (baby, baby girl, princess), car sex, logan talks reader through it, not proofread, no use of y/n Word Count: 3.7k+

You blamed yourself for not checking the weather report before getting ready for your date today. Westchester County was huge, but the upper part of the county wasn't the kindest to pedestrians. Granted, you did have a car, but good ole Casper the white Dodge was sitting in the shop still waiting on that part needed to fix the transmission. Had you lived closer to the southern end of the county you could have at least been within decent walking range of the subways and trains that made the lives of New York City's residents easier.

Your phone buzzed again on your bathroom counter as you plucked the stray eyebrow hair between your brow and temple. As you looked down, you saw his name, and a flutter rose in your chest. You shook your head, deciding to answer it. "You would have thought that after i didn't answer your third call you would have thought I didn't want to talk to you."

A gruff filled the space in a response. "What can I say? If I'm known to be anything, its protective. Something could have been wrong and I would have to come and save you"

"Did you mean protective or possessive?" You asked, though not able to get rid of the smirk that crept up on your face.

"There's a very fine line between the two, darlin'." he cooed into the phone, sounding just as smooth as his line delivery.

It had been nearly a year since you and Logan broke up, yet he couldn't quite just leave you alone. It wasn't just that you two dated for two years, two wonderful years filled with love and domesticity, and the occasional fight between the forces of good and evil. You weren't much one to fight with the team known as the X-Men. Your powers occur in the cases of near accidents or without much effort. Probability field manipulation made it nearly impossible for you to receive a scratch or bruise.

Which was ironic due to your lack of success in your dating life after Logan. What was that saying about being unlucky in love?

"I'd love to stay and chit-chat with you, Logan-"

"Perfect, let's have dinner tonight at Lucky's." You could barley hear the jingling of keys in his hand, as if he was spinning them around in his finger.

You rested one hand on the bathroom counter, dropping your jaw slightly before speaking again. "I can't. I'm already going out tonight."

The keys stopped spinning and an audible change could be heard in his tone. "I'm sure the girls from work won't mind having a scary dog privilege around, or whatever you girls are saying these days."

"It's not with the girls, or with coworkers." You looked at yourself int he mirror, then pressing your brows together. Why did you tell him that?

Logan hummed on the other side of the phone, not a jovial one. "So, some slob is taking you out tonight?" He asked you.

You didn't think Jake to be a slob, except for the inappropriate water cooler bathroom humor, but he was nice and somewhat good looking.

Not as good looking as Logan though.

"Nothing too crazy. Just pizza and a walk." As you looked at your dress in the mirror, you knew you were overdressed, but you couldn't help yourself. It had been ages since you last wore the dress, and it was the perfect combination of being short enough to leave the mind wanting more and hugging your curves in the right way.

"Sounds like he can't afford to take you on a proper date. Who knows what else he can't properly do." Logan replied, knowing the sound of his voice was already driving you wild. He could imagine your face now, how soft your eyes would be as he looked down at you.

You knew the voice he was using was his bedroom voice, and it drove you mad. To feel his arms wrap around your waist and pull you back into his hold, to feel his lips dance across your cheeks and ears, nibbling the lobes had sent shivers down your spine.

Oh, how you missed him dearly.

"Too bad you'll never know." You responded, trying to force the thoughts of Logan out of your mind.

"We'll see, princess."

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Later that night, you and Jake had sat in Martin and Rocco's pizzeria, a little place you enjoyed from time to time. Jake had showed up not only half an hour late, but he decided to wear an ill-fitting grey t-shirt and baggy jeans. His hair looked as if he had just rolled out of his bed. All while you were in the slim red dress with your black leather jacket tucked on your lap.

Jake had been laughing rather loud and ruthlessly, spitting food out as he did so. It left a sour taste in your mouth as you protectively shielded your glass of red wine from his debris. The waiter came back asking about your check. "It'll be one, bro." Jake spoke. The waiter nodded, handing the printed check over to Jake. He shook his head, then pointed at you. You looked at him dumbfounded as the waiter left.

"Why are you pointing at me?" You asked him.

He threw his hands up. "Don't look at me. This was your idea." He sounded rather confident, making your blood boil.

"I don't mind paying for my own, I would rather pay for my own. I'm not paying for you." You spoke firmly, clutching your purse. Now the bill wasn't large at all. A medium-sized pizza that you ate only one slice of as he consumed the rest, your one glass of wine, and his three beers came to around forty-five dollars before tip. "I'll pay for the drinks, no problem. I'm not paying for a pizza I barely touched."

Jake narrowed his eyes at you. "This date was your idea. Why do you think I didn't bring my wallet? Just my I.D." He asked you again.

Eyeing the rest of the wine in your glass, you looked back at Jake. The highest road to take would be to pay for the meal, tip the waiter, and never speak to Jake again.

But you never were one to take the high road.

Hanging your jacket over your arm, you stand up and walk over to Jake. "You know what?" You swirled the red liquid in your glass, watching as it stained the sides temporarily. "He's right... You wouldn't know how to treat me right." You turned to look at him, changing your posture. "Suck a bag of dicks." You then turn the glass over in your hand, drenching your pathetic date in the rest of your wine.

He wiped his eyes, making a scene of himself as you walked away. You spoke to the waiter, making sure to pay for the drinks and tip him as you said you would, then leaving the staff to take care of the rest.

You felt a newfound sense of confidence as your hips swayed leaving the restaurant and putting on your jacket.

Then the rain started to soak your hair. The confidence started to fade as you then remembered to had to use an Uber to get to the restaurant because your car was in the shop. You sighed loudly, turning on your heel to begin your long walk home.

A car pulled up toward you as the passenger window rolled down. "Need a ride, baby?"

You looked over, feeling defeated that Logan had found you. Of course, he would, like he did with all of your previous dates. "I'm good." You lied.

You knew better, he could tell by the way your cheeks had been red, even under the street lights, that something was wrong. Logan got out of the car, shutting the door before walking around, opening the passenger door, shielding it from the rain. "You sure about that?"

Option A: Tell Logan, the honest love of your life, to leave you alone and continue to walk home.

Option B: stick around until Jake comes out of the restaurant smelling like the house wine special for the night and risk watching Logan beat the shit out of him.

Option C: Accept the universe's way of telling you everything will be alright.

You pull your jacket around you a little tighter as you turn and approach Logan and his car. You look up at him, placing a hand on his cheek and gently patting it. Before you could sink into the seat, he gently grabbed ahold of your wrist, bringing it to his lips and pressing those perfectly soft lips to the inside of your wrist as he kissed it.

After making sure you were in the car, Logan closed the door, walked around the front of the car, and entered the driver's side. As he turned the engine back over, police sirens could be heard in the distance. "What's going on?" He asked watching as they approached the pizzeria and a couple of cops entered the restaurant.

"Well, if we don't get out of here, I may end up in handcuffs.” You sighed, your chest rising and falling harshly. “Not in the good way.”

Logan chuckled, shaking his head. “That’s my girl.” He turned the wheel, quickly speeding out of the parking spot.

He rested one hand on the steering wheel, the other was on the gearshift as he comfortably sped down the roads of the town you called home. You ignored the burning pit in your stomach, reaching into your bag and pulling out your perfume. It was a small bottle with a roller ball, applying it on your wrists and neck. Logan looked over at you, smirking. “You’re too dolled up for that slouch, Doll.” He spoke, then peering back at the road.

You hummed a little, then resting your elbow on the side door, pressing your temple on your hand as you looked over at him. “What can I say? I wanted to dress up for somebody.” But Jake was the wrong somebody.

“When you feel the need to dress up, just call me.” He spoke lowly, turning down the scenic route on the backside of the town.

You knew what he was doing, what he had planned from the time you spoke to him on the phone. After the night you had, you weren’t going to deny your knight on his white horse the pleasure of making you happy.

You knew it made him happy too, something you craved. Nobody else you have ever met was Logan. Nobody was going to be Logan. It was impossible.

“You know, I’m more than just a pretty little girl to look at, Logan.” Your left hand reached over slowly to rest on his jeans. His perfectly fitting jeans, matching with the dark button up he wore. Logan knew exactly what he was doing. His face remained pointed at the road, his eyes looking down at your hand as you finally reach to ghost over his clothed erection. He bit his lip, quickly closing his eyes as you palm him over his jeans. “I can be evil.” You coo, leaning over as you press your forehead to his shoulder.

Logan sucked in a deep breath, now placing both hands on the steering wheel. “You already torment me, princess.” He responded, now looking over at you.

You shift in your seat, now pressing both knees on the seat bottom, your hands busy unbuckling his belt. Your fingers rested on the button of his jeans as you look up at him, a devious glare in both of your eyes. “Say the word, and I’ll stop.”

His eyes searched yours, triangulating your eyes and lips. “Come back to me.” He whispered to your lips before you could capture them in yours. Falling back into your vicious cycle, your lips mold well with his you give into your desires.

Logan pulls away only to look at the road. This gives you enough time to unbutton and unzip his jeans. You slip your hand down his boxers, taking a hold of his girth as you bring it to the surface. You lick your lips, then pooling some more saliva in your mouth, spitting on him. As you lower down to him, your lips meet his red tip, already leaking pre-cum, and kiss him a couple times. This earned you an approving groan from Logan, who drew his lips into a thin line as he focused on the road.

You lick down his veins, then kiss up his shaft, feeling the heat in your belly grow into something different. You took Logan in your mouth, tongue wrapping around his length as you went down on him. You felt his hand then lace a crown in your hair as you bobbed up and down on him, sucking him the way he deserved.

“Good girl,” He practically purred, making your thighs shake in response. One of your hands braced yourself on his leg, knowing if you reached for yourself Logan would tear into you. The other hand reached for his balls, thumbing the skin as you massaged him. Logan began to speed, the sensation of you taking all of him without a gag reflex was pure ecstasy to him. He groaned out, huffing harshly as he praised you. Warm, velvety ropes of cum filled your mouth and throat as Logan breathed heavily. It was sweet heavenly music to your ears as you worked him through his orgasm, feeling your core deprived of attention.

“Fuck this.” Logan spoke harshly, taking another turn down a dirt road. He pulled the car into a space off the side of the dirt road, turning it off as you left go of him as you lick up the rest of his cum. “My girl needs me.” He spoke again, pulling the level on his seat back. The seat scooted all the way back before he grabbed both of your hips, practically pulling you into his lap. “You need me, don’t you baby?” He asked you, bushing your hair out of your face as you straddled him.

You had long discarded the leather jacket to the passenger seat floor, resting both of your hands on his shoulders. You nodded quickly, licking your lips feeling yourself quake over his body. “Take me to bed, or lose me forever.” You whisper between the two of you.

This sent chills down his spine as one hand raced up your spine, grabbing you by the neck and pulling your faces to each other, grabbing you in a passionate kiss. A hungry one. A desperate one. He never wanted to let you go, never again. He would gladly taking a beating every day if it meant he could hold you life this again.

His free hand reached between your bodies, unsheathing one claw to cut through your underwear. The delicate lace fell between the both of you in shreds. “I just bought those.” You complained as you broke the kiss for air.

Logan then lowered the seat back giving you both room. “I’ll buy you new ones.” He promised.

Both his and your hands reached for the back of the dress, pulling the zipper down. Logan was faster pulling it off of your body, his eyes scanning over your body once again. Like a child in a candy store, he stared in awe as you were now only clothed in your bra. Your hands made quick work of his shirt, ripping the buttons apart as the scattered around the car’s interior. “You’re not the only one with money.” you retort, now pressing your lips to his, then lining kiss to his jaw and down his neck.

One of his arms braces you, holding him closer to you as the other hand now begins to give you attention. His index and middle fingers part your folds, bringing a moan from you as you bury yourself between his neck and shoulder. “I got you, princess. I’ll work you through it.” He whispered in your ear, feeling your hips buck up into hand. His palm rubs against your core, soaked in your pre-cum as your body shivers in his. “Gotta get your ready for me, baby.” You gasp into his shoulder, lips now splayed on his shoulder as you wrap your arms around him. His finger and thumb pinch the delicate flesh of your clit, making you buck again. He used your bucking to his advantage, pressing two fingers into you. “Just like that. You take me so well.” He rubbed your gummy walls, feeling you already clench around him.

“Lo-Logan… please.”

You feel the rumble in his chest, how your chest begins to quickly rise and fall into his as you plead with him. He wonders if you will ever find out how cute you are begging him. “Please what, princess?”

You pull away from his shoulder, grinding your hips against his fingers, your bottom lip quivering. “Please fuck me.”

His lips crashed onto yours again as he removed his hand, stroking it over his length before guiding himself toward your entrance. You both sigh at the same time when he presses his tip in. His hands find your hips, grabbing handfuls of your skin as you skin onto him. You busy yourself with kissed to his hairy pecs as you roll your hips over him, bouncing on his length. Logan’s head dipped back, closing his eyes briefly. He looked up at your face, your jaw dropped again as your hands rest on his stomach to brace yourself. “Good-Good girl.” He then reached up to your bra, unsheathing his claws again and he sliced it off of your body. Once off, his hands reached your your breasts, palming your nipples, pulling your breasts together and pinching your nipples.

You bounced more on him, feeling the car rock with your movements as you clench around him, not even a whole three minutes in and your are already weak for this man.

Logan must have sensed this as he then pulled you off of him, carefully and skillfully he maneuvered you to the back seat, setting you on your back. He shimmed around, moving his head between your thighs, lining kisses from the middle of your thigh down to your core, suckling your clit as he slung on of your legs over his shoulder. You brought your hands up to your face, covering your eyes before dragging down your cheeks, then lips, then neck. “LOG-ah!” You called out as he pressed further into your core, his tongue lathing up your undoing.

As your breathed heavily recovering front our high, he continued to pamper you with kisses. Kissed from your core up to your belly button, to your sternum as his nose danced between your breasts, his arms now reaching up to cage you in after throwing both your legs over his shoulders. “It’s time to let me take care of you.”

He pressed himself inside of you again in one harsh thrust, picking the pace up as your joined bodies moved in unison. Your hands reached to cup his face as you breathed heavily in each others face, chasing another high together.

Oh how you missed Logan, and how he knows how to treat a lady.

It felt so right, all of it. Your mascara began to run down your face. Logan wiped your face with his thumb. “It’s okay, pretty girl. You’re fine. I’ve got you. You’re safe.” He soothed you.

“I-I’m gon-” You scrunch your face before looking back up at him.

“Cum for me, princess.” He commanded. AS your coil came undone again, Logan’s lips met yours, causing you to moan into his face as he rode your high out on him. Your cries of pleasure fill the car as Logan’s release fell over him. Your pussy milking him for all he was worth. Logan hovered above you as you both came down from your highs, clinging onto each other tightly.

Once things began to settle for the both of you, He removed himself from you, then shifting you around to where you were now resting on top of him. His arms wrapped around your lower back and the back of your head while yours laid on the sides of his chest. Your breathing and heart beats began to slow down to as the buzz filled your head.

After a few minutes of silence, and one long over due fuck session, Logan broken the silence. “What did you mean earlier? When you said take me to bed or lose me forever?”

You looked up at him, adjusting yourself to be able to look at his eyes as you spoke. “You were right. He was a slob, and he didn’t know how to treat me.” You look as if you were caught in thought as your finger traced a figure eight on his chest, causing Logan to look at you in his usual inquiring way. “Nobody will ever be you.”

This caused him to laugh, fog inside the windows growing at the statement. “Here, I was thinking you had watched Top Gun and wanted to be cheesy.”

You narrowed one eyebrow at him, a flirty smirk growing on your face. “You’re no Goose, but you sure are a big stud, Wolverine.”

Logan nodded, the hand resting on your lower back slowly ran up and down your spine. “So, about Lucky’s?”

You hummed a little thinking about the events of the night. “Tomorrow. I’m quitting my job, no thanks to Jake. So any time after noon?”

Logan nodded, accepting the terms of the date. He then cocked his head at you, tsking you and wagging a finger. “You remembered his name, baby girl. That means I need to fuck it out of you again.”

“Maybe in a bed next time? Or a shower?” You ask him, knowing your addiction to this man was a hard one to break.

He stared at you, his face turning soft as he nodded. “Come here.” He whispered. You were more than happy to oblige, pressing your lips to his again.

Oh yes, Logan Howlett was a man of many talents. But one thing you were more than thankful for was his way of loving you harder outside of your relationship.

[emovampiii]

Logan Howlett x fem!reader

summary: Logan has fun punishing you ;)

warnings: hard kink (don't like, don't read!), kinda dub-con (maybe?), unprotected sex, humiliation, rough sex, degradation, mean!logan, dacryphilia, crying, slight dumbification, spanking, creampie

~ last kinktober!! happy halloween! ~

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

You're a sobbing mess, face pressed against the couch cushions, your arm flailing around, clutching onto anything you can hold onto. Logan's back is pressed against yours, warm and hard, as he thrusts into you. He's feral like an animal and you can feel his cock stretch you painfully wide. 

"Lo–lo," you whimper, voice small, "Can't do this anymore," you sob, tasting the saltiness of your tears as your poor pussy is abused. Logan's hands fist your hair, pushing down as he grunts. 

"Can't take it, hm? Yes, you can. You're a slut remember. This is what you wanted, isn't it? This is what you fucking begged for when you were on your knees. Huh, you remember? Licking up my cock, staring up at me with those doe-eyes of yours," he pauses, growling, "What was it you said? You can handle it? Well, handle it then, honey."

You catch your breath, barely able to breathe as he fucks you hard. You're sobbing, unable to focus. Logan grins wolfishly, pulling you up by your hair as he leans in. His lips hit your ear and he whispers hoarsely, "We're gonna play a game now, can you do that for me?"

When you don't answer him he thrusts particularly hard.

"Yes, Logan, yes—" you whine, eyes blurry from your tears. You're staring at the wall now, trying your hardest to be good for him. His laugh in your ear makes you shiver. 

"I want you to count every thrust into your soaked pussy." You can hear his grin, "And if you miss one, I'll go even harder, do you understand me?"

You choke on a cry, not understanding why he's punishing you. You hadn't been that bratty. Logan just seems like he likes this; mocking you and making you squirm for him. He thrusts hard, hitting your cervix and you gasp. 

Apparently, the game had started because he slaps your ass. "One!" you cry, moaning loudly. You're slightly afraid your neighbors might hear you but Logan doesn't seem to care. He continues fucking into you, whispering dirty things in your ear and you struggle to count all his thrusts. He's so fast. His stamina is intense. 

"Four–ah–five, six, s-seven—"

"Louder. I want everyone to know how much of a slut you are." 

You cry, your body feels weak and you're happy he's holding you up because you couldn't do it yourself. Your mind goes hazy as you try and count. "thirteen, fourteen, ah—fifteen, s-sixteen—Logan—I- I can't," you sob, completely losing track and his thrusts become harder to the point that it's burning. You accept the pain, moaning louder. 

Logan's hand wraps around your jaw, groaning in your ear. "Filthy girl. Can't even listen. What am I gonna do with you? I have to teach you a lesson, huh? One your stupid little brain will understand." 

Your skin burns with embarrassment as tears prickle your eyes. His other hand roughly cups your breast and tortures your nipples. This is humiliating, being so powerless against him. You just cry softly, coming around him, body convulsing. You couldn't hold it anymore.

It just happened.  

Logan smirks. He doesn't care that you didn't ask for permission. After all, it gives him more ammunition. 

"Couldn't control yourself, honey?" 

You shake your head, tears streaming down onto his hand. He wipes his hand around your face, smearing your tears around and messing up your mascara. He chuckles.

"Please—t-too much."

Hearing your words, Logan grunts, spilling himself into your womb. He lets go, watching you fall forward again, and digs his nails into your hips. His thrusts slow, catching his breath and looking down at you. You're a complete mess; tears and snot coating your face as you lay there, completely used. Logan smirks to himself, pulling out and then plugging his cum inside you with his fingers. You whimper, too weak to squirm. 

"Keep it all in. Lose a drop and I'll make this worse for you," Logan says. The threat is empty considering he can see you're done. He's pushed you to your limit and you took it so well. Soothingly, he runs his other hand over your back. Once he's satisfied that you're keeping his cum inside, he walks over and caresses your cheek, truly wiping your tears away this time. 

"Shh," he says, kneeling next to you. You blink, eyes still hazy. He's still naked and he chuckles when you see your eyes wander downwards.

"Want more?" he teases.

You shake your head, whining. Logan laughs and kisses your head. "I know, honey. You're okay. You did so well for me," he says and strokes your hair. You sigh, relaxing in his arms as he praises you. You hum, needing more praise. Logan knows you do and he will happily oblige.

"Good girl," he whispers, kissing right next to your lips, smiling into your skin. 

You're always his good girl.

[emovampiii]

Kinktober Day 29 ~ Sex Toys

Logan Howlett x Fem! Reader

Summary: Logan likes the idea of using toys with you.

A/N: Sorry, this is a little late again. Hope you all enjoy!

Prev *✧･ﾟ: Next

Kinktober '24 Masterlist

A lot of men saw sex toys as the enemy. Logan wasn’t one of them.

For a man who’s lived over 200 years, he’s learned to adapt. Able to get used to something new after a couple of trials. It's why he was confused at your worried face when he found your vibrator. Flustered at the fact that your boyfriend saw one of your toys.

“This is just for when you're away for a long time and-”

“You don't need to explain to me.” Logan motioned his head towards the bed, “Lay down.”

That led to your third orgasm of the day. You sobbing into Logan's hairy chest, clutching his bicep while the vibrator still hit your clit. The strain in his pants was uncomfortable, but not enough to stop taking care of you. You smelled fucking delicious though, he couldn't wait to help himself with your slick pussy.

Logan wanted to play around with some more toys, see you writhe and flail under him. But he didn't want to say out right that he was interested. He'd bring it up in the middle of a conversation while you're alone.

“You've heard of this toy that can suck you off?”

You get over initial shock of his question before indulging, “Yeah. I've never tried it though...”

“I'll get it tomorrow.”

“Whoa, what?”

“You heard me, princess.”

Logan always followed through. He got fascinated at how easily your cunt took in the toy when he inserted it before placing the suction part on top of your clit. You're quivering under him, getting hit of the vibrations inside and out. He doesn't let your moans go to waste under his lips. And he loves when you explode, body shaking, toes curled, your juices coating the sheets once more.

He explained what he wants without saying it directly.

Being direct was usually Logan’s style, but he gets amused at your face when he brings up yet another toy. Only for it to arrive the day after the conversation. Which leads to you naked, worn out in his bed.

You're smart though. You catch on to his schemes when asking him about cock rings while you're watching tv.

“Have you tried them before?”

Logan doesn't meet your gaze, “A long time ago. Girl I met was into some freaky shit.”

“And yet…she's rubbed off on you.”

“What's that supposed to mean?”

“Oh nothing…” Your mysterious response made his heartbeat pick up. And then once more the next night, when you pull out one in front of him.

Logan knows you got your comeuppance when you lick and suck on his shaft. It appearing a bit larger due to the ring. His cum beading around his tip, twitching with every delectable movement from your mouth. You don't even allow him to coat your mouth with his cum, instead you sink your pussy down on him.

The bed creaking from your fierce bounces, his fast hips aching to meet up with yours. Moaning and groaning at the top of your lungs before letting go. A climax so well deserved that it leaves you two catching your breaths.

“Guess you caught me, huh?”

You hum, biting your lip. “I have no idea what you're talking about.”

Logan's mouth twitched, his chest rumbling from a chuckle. “In that case, ya ever tried sticking beads up your ass?”

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[emovampiii]

Ten's a Crowd ·ᴥ·✿˖°

♡ Pairing: Logan Howlett/female!Reader

♡ Word Count: 2.4k

♡ Rating: Explicit 18+

♡ Warning/Tags: SMUT! MINORS DNI, p-v, oral fem!receiving, a tad of overstimulation,

♡ Summary: As Robo said: Logan would turn your plushies around before fucking you raw btw, he told me himself—pulls em off to the side with a gruff little “You don’t wanna see this next part bub” before turning you every way BUT loose.

♡ Note: @robo-writing MADE A POST THAT MADE ME BOTH SCREAM CHUCKLE AND INSPIRED TO CREATE THIS PIECE. robo is also one of my favs so check them out too!

You wanted to take it slow with Logan. Even if every bone in your body wanted to jump his, you actually liked him and didn’t want to do anything you believed could sabotage your budding relationship. This was a mutual yet unspoken understanding between the two of you. 

He had every intention of taking things slow with you–make his intentions clear. Having met you while you bartended at his favorite spot, you had seen him pick up and take a few girls home. You were different, and he wanted to make that clear. 

Still, every time Logan dropped you off at your apartment, it became more charged. After your first date, he simply dropped you off. After your second and third date, it ended in short yet sensual kisses. The tension was building the entirety of your fourth date. When Logan had you pressed against your apartment building door, your moans were smothered by the passionate open mouth kisses. And by god, you wanted to give in, but mother nature had other plans for you. Despite either of your wishes, you called it a night.

Your fifth date was at a drive in-movie. You brought the blankets that were laid out in the bed of Logan’s truck. The both of you admittedly got a handsy during the movie, practically missing the end of the movie.

As Logan parked in the front of your building, he carried the folded blankets that you brought to your building door. Before he could offer to bring the blankets up for you, you muttered the four words he had been waiting to hear for almost a month.

“You wanna come up?”

Logan couldn't help but perk up at that question. Your voice was as sweet as honey, and the soft glow of the porch light framed your face perfectly. He tried to keep a straight face, but the corner of his lips tugged into a small smile when you invited him up.

"Course," he said, his voice rough and low as he tried to contain the lewd thoughts that started flooding his brain. 

As you brought him up the elevator, the tension between the two of you was thicker than the blankets he carried. You needed him–need him bad. 

As soon as you entered the apartment, you told Logan that he could put the blankets on the couch. He haphazardly tossed them on the cushions but didn’t take his eyes off you. The intensity in his eyes was betraying the restraint he was trying to maintain for weeks. 

Barely a beat afterward, you were all over each other. The kiss was sloppy, your tongue immediately submitting to his. Logan’s hand roamed slightly under your sweater, fingers pressing against the warmth of your skin. 

Stumbling backward toward your bedroom, Logan kept his lips on your, drinking in the taste that he desperately wanted–hell, needed. As he laid you down, he didn't break the kiss, slowly trailing his hand up your thigh. His lips found their way to your neck, nipping and sucking the sensitive skin.

“Been thinkin’ about this all night, darlin’,” he growled against your neck as he hovered over you. His grip on your thigh tightened, earning a gasp from your lips. “Just like that, baby, I need to hear ya.”

Logan’s other hand hiked up farther near your head until his hand began crushing something soft, something smaller than a pillow. Still focused on marking the skin over your pulse, he moved his hand again just to squish another item, almost losing his grip on the bed. 

With a hint of frustration, Logan’s eyes glared open. His stare was immediately met with glossy, black buttoned eyes of a brown cow and the cheery eyes and blushing face of…maybe a dumpling, he thought.

He paused his lips’ freezing against your skin. Logan pulled away slightly to get a better look at what was under his hand. He chuckled, his voice gravelly as he looked down at the squished yet irate octopus.

You sighed due to the loss of contact, swiveling to see what had caught Logan’s attention over the woman he was making out with. He had a mixed expression of confusion and amusement. 

“You find my plushies entertaining?” you softly giggled, propping yourself up by your elbows.

“I just…” Logan’s voice was gruff with a smirk as he sized up the 6–no, 8–plushies eyeing him down. The cow, dumpling, octopus, platypus, jellyfish, hot sauce bottle, bumblebee, and mushroom propped against your pillows all had their eyes on Logan, silently judging him. “I just didn’t expect an audience. Your little posse is a bit intimidating,” he teased, looking down at you with a cheeky grin.

“Didn’t think you were one to falter under pressure,” you chuckled. From your back, you turned to look at your plushies. You gave him a tantalizing look as you grabbed the angry octopus from his hand, shaking it in his face. “They’re just here to be cute.”

“Yeah, they’re cute.” Logan’s attention was diverted back to your exposed abdomen from your slightly lifted sweater. A deep growl emitted from his chest as he lifted your sweater further to reveal your plum colored bra. His large hand cupped your right breast as a wry smile grew on his lips. “But what I’m planning on doing with you…it’s far from cute, sweetheart.”

Logan was quick to remove your sweater, throwing it toward the  mushroom, causing it to fall off the bed entirely. He dipped back down to your lips with a renewed passion. Dropping the octopus on your nightstand, you were quick to tug at Logan’s t-shirt, practically begging to lose it.

Ripping it off, you could feel your arousal pool at the sight of his broad, hairy chest and sculpted form. Over your head, he tossed his shirt. It landed over the eyes of the soft platypus, but you didn’t notice. You were too enveloped in the hot kisses Logan was lying between the valley of breasts down to the waist of your leggings. His rough hands massaged your breasts until they popped out of their constraints. 

Ragged short moans fell from your lips as he grazed and twerked your hardened nipples. Your hands raked over his larger hands before moving to his taunt shoulders, nails scraping his shoulder blades. Logan grunted as he felt your nails rake across his shoulders, his darkened eyes locking on you, hungry and filled with lust.

“Love the pretty moans you make for me, baby,” Logan groaned, his hands moving to the sides of your leggings to wiggle you out of them. Taking your panties with them, you were exposed to Logan. The glisten and scent of your arousal was too tempting.

Feeling his warm breath against your aching cunt, you inched forward, desperate for any form of contact, “Please, Logan. I need to feel you…”

Without another word, Logan applied a heavy striped lick against your cunt all the way to your pulsing clit. A stuttered moan escaped your lips as Logan buried his face into your cunt, wrapping his arms around your soft thighs to pull you closer and keep you legs opened wide.

“Hm, so fuckin’ sweet. All for me, sweetheart?” he muttered against your cunt, the vibrations causing a shiver to run up your spine. You almost missed what he said as tongue lap and darted into your sopping core at a speed that had to be sinful. 

You could barely get the words out. Your mind was reeling with such intense pleasure that Logan could only grab your attention again by nipping on your inner thigh. You quickly winced 

“You gotta speak up, darlin’. I gotta hear you,”

“All for you, Lo-Logan! Because of you!” Despite your volume, your voice came off small and pathetic as your need for Logan grew.

Rewarding you, Logan pressed a harsh kiss against your clit, sending shockwaves through you. Your hips tried to buck but were secured firmly by the strength of Logan. He was practically making out with your cunt, his nose adding just enough pressure to your clit to run you like a facet.

“So goddamn pretty, so perfect,” he softly breathed against you, darkened eyes temporarily meeting your lust-blown ones like man possessed. Your head tilted back in ecstasy, his stare too intense.

Your finger interlocked with your comforter and his hair. The grip Logan had to keep around your thighs only grew harsher as you thrashed around him. It was a vicious cycle. Your elevated moans drove Logan to delve deeper which only made your thrashing worse and your moans more boisterous. Logan knew you’d learn better once you woke up with the bruised prints in the morning. You knew you’d cherish them. 

From your tightened grip on his hair and the sheets, Logan knew you were near your edge. His name was spilling out of your lips as if it was the only word you knew now. Coming up for air didn’t matter; Logan was prepared to drown in your soaked core.

Your climax was almost violent, your legs quiver as you released. Logan lapped it up like a dying dog, the taste of you making him moan. He couldn’t help but rut against the edge of your bed as he licked you clean through your high. The friction was welcomed but not enough.

Your body relaxed as you tried taking in deep breaths to regain a semblance of control. Before releasing your thighs, Logan affixed one last bold brush to your ruined cunt for good measure. Your cheeks were flushed as you looked down at him again. His eyes locked with yours, dark and intense. His eyes seemed almost feral, his need for you evident. He needed more–more of you, all of you.

Logan slowly kissed a path up your body, pausing momentarily to admire the indented prints he had left on your hips. He relished the taste of your skin, his lips leaving a trail of light kisses along your thighs, hips, your stomach, your chest. Your body was still quivering 

Finally, his face, still damp with your arousal, was mere inches away from yours, a smug smile on his lips. He gave you a moment to catch your breath before he spoke, his voice a low, rough whisper.

“You okay, darlin’?”

You huffed into a small smile. It floored you how he’d asked, knowing damn well he could still feel your toes curling and your leg involuntarily shaking. It floored you further how badly you still wanted him.

Kissing the corners of your mouth, darting your tongue to gather the remainder of your arousal from his face, you hand grazed his growing bulge. You received a strained grunt from Logan.

“Why do you still have these on?” The sound of your rough and sultry voice, your question–it only made the strain in his jeans worse.

Standing and exposing his full physique, he was quick to remove his jeans and briefs.  Your eyes went wide as the sight of his thick, engorged cock, the tip already leaking down a vein. 

Logan chuckled lowly at the sight of your reaction. Seeing your widened eyes and parted lips, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

“So goddamn greedy, baby. Didn’t get enough already?” he mocked, laying down to cage you under the weight of his body again.

In response, you pulled him closer, your lips attached to his neck. Your tongue smoothed over every nip. Logan growled, his cock finding some relief from the friction against your hip.

Logan's eyes softened as he was again face-to-face again with the soulful eyes of your cow, slightly tilted on its side. Its fallen comrades were on the floor, preemptively averting their own innocent eyes.

He spoke gruffly, under his breath, “Uh, yeah, you don’t wanna see this next part, bub.” He picked up the cow and spun it around, leaning it against the headboard.

Your plushies didn’t see it, and you could barely handle it. Tears spilled from the corners of your eyes as Logan continued to roughly push into you climax after climax after climax. From your back to your stomach to your side, your body was completely coated with sweat and pleasure. Hearing you moan, beg, and whimper only drove Logan to push you further and further till the only word you could conjure was his name.

“It’s not too much, sweetheart, yeah?” Logan’s warm breath groaned against the back of your neck, raising the hairs on it. His bulky arm hooked around to belly, trapping your pelvis against his. He had slowed his tempo in comparison to the previous two rounds, but he hadn’t been this deep. With his leg The tip of his cock was pressing faint kisses against your cervix. Resting his chin on your shoulder, he could witness your face contort in continued pleasure. “You can take it, baby. Taking me so fuckin’ good all night.”

Your voice was gravelly–surely going to be gone in the morning–as your exhausted eyes peered toward Logan, “I-I can’t, Lo-gan…not again.” 

“C’mon, just one more for me, baby. Fuckin’ sinful how good you feel,” he murmured against your flushed cheek. 

You nodded as you watched Logan hand move down to your overstimulated clit. The slightest pressure was enough to make your soft walls abruptly clench around his cock with a lusty ring. Rolling your hips against his, Logan was close to losing it. A growl escaped Logan’s chest as he picked up his pace–a stuttered pace. 

“That’s it, baby. Let it happen. Drench my cock.”

“Fuck, Logan!” You cried, your entire low body trembling against his. Your own arousal dripped down to your thigh, dampening your blanket.

Logan pressed your arched back closer to his hairy chest. With one final thrust, he was incoherently grunting before staining your walls with his seed. Filled with his warmth, you felt your body completely relax–finally. 

Logan's breathing was ragged against your neck. The only things that filled the room were your and Logan’s shared pants and the scent of your mixed arousals. He held you like that for a few moments, his heart pounding against your back. Logan was now having second thoughts about ravishing so rashly for your first time.

“Too much?” Logan asked, his voice tired and laced with concern as his hand softly massaged your side.

You wrapped your hand behind you to caress Logan’s cheek. A weak smile formed on your lips, “No, no…it was…” You couldn’t find the words. Your brain was foggy with gratification. Instead, you reached for your irate octopus on your nightstand. Quickly inverting the plushie, the octopus now had a gleeful expression. 

Handing it to Logan, he gruffly chuckled, accepting your response. He planted a chaste kiss on your cheek with a satisfied smile. It was just the beginning for you two–or the ten of you.

♡ note: i love hearing y'all's thoughts

[emovampiii]

PRETTY AS A PRINCESS ♡

pairing: logan howlett x fem!reader

summary: you and logan have to work on halloween, but on the bright side, that means you get to dress up. and even better, you get to give him a little preview of the costume you've chosen.

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, ddlg, slight dumbification

wc: 3.2k

a/n: reblogs, comments, and asks are appreciated <33

kinktober slot: day 29 - ddlg

"You sure you don't need my help in there?" Logan calls to you.

"I got it. Just gimme a second," your voice responds, slightly muffled from the walk-in closet door separating the two of you, "So impatient."

He rolls his eyes and shakes his head, a smile rising to his lips. Normally, that comment would get you a small swat on the ass, but he decides to let it go for now.  You were in a particularly good mood today. The two of you had been assigned a mission next week that fell on Halloween. At first, you'd been unhappy about that, but then the professor informed you that it meant you were going undercover at a Halloween party - which meant you got to dress up.

For the past couple weeks, you'd been thinking about this costume choice as if it was the most important decision you'll ever make in your life. There were just so many options as you'd put it. So many colors and cuts. 

He knew you, so he knew it'd be something cute. But thus far, you hadn't actually shown him what you picked. Today it arrived in the mail, which is why tonight, you made a big deal of revealing it to him.

"Are you ready?" you finally ask.

"I've been ready. Let's see it."

The closet door creaks open. Before you exit, you peak your head out, flashing him a quick smile. Your excitement oozes from every pore on your body, flooding the room as you finally step out from behind the mahogany.

His prediction had been right - you look very cute. You strut out to him in what seems to be a princess costume. A tight corset wraps around your waist while frills and lace compliments your bust. The skirt goes down to your mid thigh, flowy and sweet while teasing enough flesh to be seductive. A sparkling tiara rests atop your head, and long, smooth gloves cover you fingertip to elbow. 

Skipping over, you stop in front of him. "So... what do you think?" you ask with a coy cock of your head.

His eyes scan you up and down, but of course, his mind has been made.

"Do you really have to ask?" he teases, "You look beautiful."

A bright smile spreads over your face when the inevitable answer hits your ears.

He chuckles at the reaction and reaches out to grab your waist. He really does adore this little get-up. It suits you just right, and on top of that, he can already tell how it makes you feel.

From the beginning of your relationship, Logan had a suspicion you'd be into this kind of thing. The whole princess thing. And along with that, the whole daddy thing. 

While you could be fierce in the field, sharp and quick, there was another side to you. A side that liked things soft and gentle, that yearned to be taken care of. It was the same part of you that came out when he sat you on his lap, running the pad of his thumb over your bottom lip. The part that made your head go fuzzy and your eyes glossy when he'd speak in a lower tone or call you a sweet name.

Over the course of knowing you, he'd found there were more triggers than delicate touches and tender words though. It was easier for you to slip into this dreamier headspace when you were tired or sad. You also liked when he took over simple tasks for you. But another one was definitely when you felt pretty. That always seemed to bring the d-word out from between those plush lips.

He found it a little odd at first, but he loved you. He could roll with you calling him daddy if that's what you wanted. And after a while, it didn't seem so strange anymore. He found himself craving your voice ringing out those two syllables, calling for only him when you felt your most vulnerable.

He spins you around between his thighs and kisses the warm back of your neck. The zipper on your dress hadn't been pulled all the way up. His fingers find the small metal piece to tug, pulling on it a little to tease before fixing the garment.

"Were you gonna wear it like this to the party, babydoll?" he asks, voice slipping into that lovingly condescending tone, "Give everybody there a nice show?"

A giggle bursts from you. Vibrates up your sternum through your throat and from your mouth. With how close he is to you, he can feel each bit.

"No," you say as if it's obvious. From your cadence alone, he can tell his set of suspicions was correct. You're starting to slip.

"So you need daddy's help then?" he mocks, dropping his voice. His teeth nip at the shell of your ear, tugging a little and beckoning more laughter from you.

"I guess..."

"You could've just said that then. I know my little girl can't be expected to do everything on her own."

You hum with petulant agreement. Your head tilts back to rest on his shoulder at the same time the back of your dress closes up. He kisses up your spine, the metal teeth chasing his lips.

"There we go," he says with a small pat to your hip.

You turn around to face him again. The fabric of your skirt flies up a little with the mini twirl. He smooths it back down for you before gazing at those eyes glimmering with admiration.

"Could you help me with my socks and shoes too? I accidentally forgot them out here."

"Did you now?" he smirks. He knows your games. If he doesn't offer to do things for you, then you make sure to create a situation in which the chances of that happening increase.

"Mhm," you say, nodding up and down in big bobs.

"Well go get them, and bring 'em here."

Obeying the command like it's a second nature, you pad over to the chair by the closet and dig inside the package to get the matching pieces to this outfit. He watches you pull out ivory thigh highs with little bows at the meshy hems and a pair of dainty heels. 

The items swing back and forth at your sides as you waltz to him. He takes them from you and sets them on the mattress. Standing up, his form rises above your own. He guides you so that your positions are reversed. Your thighs press against the blankets before he guides you down to sit.

"Be a good girl and sit still for me now. We'll get you all dolled up," he directs.

In a move no one else besides you ever sees, he crouches down before you. He gets on his knee and grabs one of the socks off the bed. The material stretches under his careful fingers as he prepares it for you. One of his hands takes your ankle, boosting your leg up.

The thin, white fabric slides over your foot first. Just as he did with the zipper, he kisses your ankle, then your calve, your knee and then your thigh. He feels your pupils lock on him. He doesn't even have to look up. His mind knows the way they’re dilating while set upon him.

He shimmies the sleeve around your leg, making sure the little bow sits at the front. "That look right?" Now his eyes look up at your own.

The two small spheres look as he'd imagined, blown-out and ultra-focused on him. Your bottom lip is between your teeth too. "Mhm. Thank you, daddy," you answer softly.

"No problem, baby."

Now, he moves to your other limb. He repeats the process. Smooches land on your skin, flowing along the path the sock follows. That one gets put in the proper place too. He pushes your legs together, looking at the pair next to each other. The bows sit there staring back at him. He didn't know how he was supposed to focus on whatever you were actually going to this halloween party for when you looked like this.

"Cute, huh?" he asks.

You nod and smile.

After seeing your legs closed, the only natural next move would be to spread them apart. His thumbs hook against your inner thighs, the rest of his digits curling over the rest of the doughy flesh. He pushes them away from each other. The growing distance causes the silky skirt to ride up and allows him to see what you wear beneath your pretty dress.

Matching panties. The same kind of lace that framed your collar fans across your pelvis. It's fashioned in the same style and color as the rest of what you're wearing. He can feel heat pooling between his legs just from a quick glance.

"Are these new too?" he asks, tugging you to the edge of the mattress and pushing your skirt away.

"Yeah... Do you like them?" you check.

"You're smarter than that, baby," he says. He leans in and presses a kiss to your cunt over the fabric. The gesture's so chaste, but you feel your tummy flutter with the first beat of arousal.

"I just wanna make sure since I got them for you," you tell him.

"All for me? Never knew you could be so thoughtful, sweetheart."

You scoff and pout at him from above. "Yes you did."

He laughs softly at that and pecks your inner thigh a few times as penance. "Maybe. I guess you can be sweet when you wanna."

His tongue flicks out to lick back up to the new panties. The scent of your desire grows more prevalent. He knows you're getting wet for him. Bringing one finger up, he traces over the cloth, from where your slit is to your cute little clit. He does that a few times before hooking around the entire section and pulling it aside. Like he expected, your folds glisten for him.

"Poor baby. Is daddy getting you all messy?" he coos with a smug look.

"Yeah," you whimper. The shudder you'd been repressing washes over your body.

"It's only right I clean my pretty princess up then, hm?" he asks, still mocking you with his eyes.

You nod again, your confirmation wordless this time.

He brings his face to your center and lays a more passionate kiss upon the slick skin. His lips engulf your sex, his tongue dancing against your clit teasingly. Instantly, you whine and dig your gloved fingers into the sheets. Your legs find their places on his shoulders, convincing him to lean deeper into the junction of your thighs.

His tongue flattens, lapping your pussy with a nearly feral lust. It's no secret that Logan loves your taste. Not a drop of you goes to waste if he can spare it. He feels your thighs quivering against each side of his head and brings his free hand to rest on top of one. The security of him holding you there settles you slightly. But the position also gives him leverage to keep you close.

He sucks on your clit and then fucks his tongue into you. You try to writhe. Your hips buck at the onslaught of pleasure flaring up at your core, but he has an inhumane grip on you. You haven't cum yet, but you're gushing onto his face all the same.

"Daddy," you mewl, barely able to get the word out, "You're gonna ruin the underwear."

He's rock hard now at the whiny sound of your voice. You always get that way when you're near the edge. Your lip starts to wobble. Your voice gets pitchy as your demands grow needy. The look in your eyes just makes everything you say sound like begging.

Not one to normally be interrupted, he twirls the tip of his tongue around your bundle of nerves. But the words you spoke begin to register in his brain, and he reluctantly pulls back. His eyelids droop down with lust. Your fluids coat his chin and make some of his facial hair shimmer from the wetness.

"That's true, baby. Can't get these all soaked and destroyed before the party."

He rises to his feet again, pulling your panties all the way off simultaneously. Then his hands drop to his pants. He rids himself of his belt and undoes his fly.

"Plus, I think I have another way I can show you how much I like this new dress."

Taking his cock out, he tugs on it a few times. A few pearls of precum bead at the tip. His favorite part about getting his dick out is watching your reaction to it. No matter how many times you've seen it, you still seem so in awe. You marvel at the size and the way it flushes. Your eyes track the veins sprawling over it and sneak a glance at the heavy set of balls hanging below his shaft. He doesn't think you could look any more longing if you tried.

You're already soaked, so all he has to do is line up and slide in. Whining as he pounds himself into the hilt, your eyes start to go starry. He gets a firm grip on the swell of your hips in order to drag himself back and then pump himself forward again.

"Daddy... slow down," you pout, "s'too big."

He chuckles at your performance and slams in again just as hard. "No, no. C'mon, baby. Daddy needs this. He's gotta show you what you do to him in this little dress. And I know you can take it."

His hips continue to bump your ass as he thrusts back and forth. It's easy for him to find the rhythm you like. He settles into it and rocks in and out of your tight cunt. It feels like pure, concentrated bliss for him; always does. Your velvety walls, spasming and sucking on his cock. Silently crying 'more more more.'

"Pretty girl... we're gonna be doing this at the party too if you're not careful," he grunts.

You babble and squirm on the bed, lazily nodding at the sound of his voice. It's so cute, he thinks. The way you go dumb so quick and easy.

"Mhm. You're gonna drive me crazy. Might have to pull you into one of the bathrooms and bend you over the counter. See how cute this outfit looks from the back," he continues.

Your back arches off the plush surface. A physical stamp of approval on his plan.

"Gonna have you screaming so loud everyone there hears and knows what a good girl you are for your daddy," he breathes.

Leaning down, he removes a hand from your hip and brings it to cup your jaw. The pads of his fingers dig into your fleshy cheeks. Your lips puff out a little, begging for a kiss. He gives you a quick peck but never stops the ricocheting of his pelvis.

"You're so precious," he murmurs against your skin.

Meanwhile, his hips seem like their mission is to obliterate you down below. They ram forward and back, jostling your body on the bed. You can barely find the will to choke out "Daddy, daddy, daddy. Can I cum? Please."

Your voice is wrecked, even pitchier than before. He bobbles your head into a little nod with his hand. Your glassy eyes stay on him the whole time though. 

"Yeah, you can," he agrees.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," you babble and fling your arms around him to keep him close. Not that he was going anywhere. He stays balls deep in you through the sensation of you tightening up and gushing all over him. Your walls flutter and squeeze. You writhe like you're possessed, and your eyes give that same impression as they roll back. Half-words spill from your lips begging, "Da- Plea- oh fuck-"

"Language, baby," he chides mockingly, his own tone growing strained.

You respond with total sincerity though. "'m sorry, daddy. Just- hnnngh- just feels so good."

"I know it does. Too much for you to handle, hm?"

You shake your head but the motion is so wild, it barely comes across as a declaration of disagreement.

"Use your big girl words, sweetheart," he coos. His desire tightens between his hips. He feels the familiar pressure and the way his balls draw up with the need to spill inside you.

"I can do it- ah!" you squeal, "I can take it. Just want daddy to finish inside."

His face falls down to rest in the crook of your neck. "If that's what you want, princess."

They're the last words he gets out before a groan rumbles in his chest. His release fires out with fervor. Spills into you in strong ropes. You sigh, eyes rolling back as warm satisfaction fizzles in your belly. The sensation melts you down from the whiny mess you had been into a boneless, whimpering puddle.

He pants against your skin. Hot puffs of air hit your neck as he starts coming down. Slowly, his cock slides out of you, popping out with a squelch. Two thick fingers find your hole and fuck the cum that was leaking out of you back in. You whimper at the intrusion to your sensitive cunt, but he smirks at you.

"Shh, shh, shh. It's ok, baby. We don't want any of this getting on your pretty dress, do we? Can't make a mess of it yet."

Your head bobbles in lazy agreement. He continues pumping his fingers into your soaked entrance while placing gentle kisses all over your face. 

When he finishes, he pulls your panties and his pants back up and then recedes to his knees again. He takes the heels from the bed and slides your feet into them. Taking care to make sure the strap is in place, he fastens the buckle on each and then lets them fall to the floor.

"Think you can walk in those still? Or did daddy get you too dizzy?" he asks.

"I can," you huff.

Pushing yourself off the bed, your legs wobble like those of a baby deer. You move across the bedroom, swaying a little but not enough to topple over and crash to the ground. He can tell you're waddling slightly, probably from the cum slowly seeping out of you again.

The costume looks gorgeous as ever with all the pieces put together. You readjust the tiara on your head and do a little spin for him before heading back over to the chair you initially pulled this dress from. You fish out what seems to be a basic wolf mask and show it to him.

"I got this for you," you beam.

His eyebrows raise incredulously. "I'm not wearing that."

You give him a look of your own, seconds away from stamping your foot. "Yes you are."

"No, I'm not."

"Yes you are."

"Am not."

"Are too! You have to dress up, Charles already said!" you insist and bring the mask to him, "Plus don't you wanna match? It's like beauty and the beast."

He barks out a laugh. "Is that what I am to you? A beast?" he teases, pulling you close again.

"Well yeah, but in a good way," you grin.

"Hm. We'll see. I'll think about it," he says.

You're about to whine out a please, but he stops you with a kiss. He knows he'll be hearing tons of that for the next few weeks.

[emovampiii]

ੈ♡˳ imagine life with lumberjack logan . 18+ gn!reader

♡ life with lumberjack logan is peaceful and calm, your love nestled away deep within the woods. no one can bother you here, just you and your man. and he likes it that way, having you all to himself in this safe space he calls home. those wooden walls surrounding you may house you, but he finds his true sanctuary in your arms.

♡ logan wakes five minutes before he knows he has to leave, sometimes ten minutes, long enough to savour your scent and the feeling of your warm body pressed against his. his thick, strong arms wrap around you, grumbling into the back of your neck as he presses soft kisses along your skin. early mornings never bothered him, until it meant leaving you behind.

♡ at work, his thoughts drift to you. wiping the sweat from his brow, he can't help but imagine your sweet smile in the back of his mind. it causes a smile of his own to grow, dampening it before the boys inevitably tease him. they know how whipped he is for you, how he adores you, but logan doesn't mind. though he's quiet in nature, he wants his love for you to be loud.

♡ when he returns home, he catches your scent and like a dog with a bone, he finds you. he pulls you into a tight embrace, burying his face into your shoulder before stealing your lips in a heated kiss. a kiss that tells you how much he's thought of you all day, how much he missed you, how much he loves you.

♡ and it's not long till his thick cock is twitching against you through his jeans, causing you to gasp. he's got you up on the counter in seconds, yet taking his sweet time to remove the material barriers between you. he wants to show you how much he cherishes you, no matter how long it takes.

♡ when he's fucking you? christ, it's like nothing else you've ever felt. so tender yet so rough at the same time, taking you like you're his, because you are his. his cock makes light work of your tight hole, your body remembering his thickness and craving it each time. you call his name as he fucks you hard against the counter, pressing sloppy wet kisses along your neck, and he swears. . . nothing is better than this.

♡ the soft moments are soft, too. he really knows how to take care of you, you're his everything after all. bathing together is one of his favourite activities, slotting you in front of him as he carefully washes your hair, those big paws of his threading through your strands. and sometimes, when he's feeling a little vulnerable - nightmares piercing through the perfect life he has with you, he allows you to wash his hair too. you're slow with him, lathering the soap into his silky strands as he groans and melts against you like the big bear he is.

♡ quiet moments in the night are stolen by the two of you, swaying slowly in the kitchen under the dim orange light projected by the lamp in the corner of the room. his calloused hands are on your hips, your back pressed close to his chest as you feel him smile against your ear. it's so. . . peaceful, domestic, two things logan thought this life would never be kind enough to offer him. and they felt alien, at first. but after years of existing with you, he's come to relax, and perhaps. . . he's beginning to accept that he might just deserve a happy ending after all.

ੈ♡˳ logan promptober day 29 - origins

[emovampiii]

Touchཐིཋྀ

origins!logan howlett x fem!reader x black widow!natasha romanoff

cw: mdni!! oral (f+f), strap-on sex, fingering, squirting, doggy style, p in v, angst, some fluff, angsttt, dom!nat & dom!logan x sub!reader

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after a life of running and living in fear of an impending doom, you and logan had finally managed to build a peaceful life together. deep in the woods sat a wooden cabin where the two of you spent most of your days.

during the week, logan worked down at the lumberyard while you taught ballet to a group of young girls downtown. your boyfriend didn't know much of your past, just that you were tested on and abused back in russia. he never pressured you to talk about the past, his wasn't any better either.

buried in the back of your closet hid a box of belongings from russia. there weren't many things you valued from that time there but you did manage to take some photos of the girls you were friends with, a few journal, and an old pager given to you by someone you no longer knew. her face was everywhere but she never bothered to reach out again after escaping the red room.

"i'll see you later, honey." logan whispered as he kissed your cheek then left the bedroom.

half asleep still, you mumble a goodbye before your head hit the pillow again for the next couple of hours. you didn't have a class today but instead planned on going to town and getting groceries for the week.

it's a little after one when you finally jump in the shower, listing all the things you needed to buy and what you wanted to make for dinner. while picking out an outfit, you hear a faint vibration. logan kept your toys under the bed so, you knew that wasn't where the noise was coming from.

it could be?

inside the box, you can see the familiar number flash. hesitantly, you walk over to the phone and dial. pacing back and forth on the wooden floor, waiting for an answer.

"эй, принцесса."

hey, princess

you knew that voice like the back of your hand but you still couldn't believe it.

"natalia." your accent came out thick and heavy. she should've expected you to be upset still.

it's been everywhere. the news of the sokovia accords and the freeing of the winter soldier. you were keeping up with the news but not too closely. it was irritating watching natasha get to play super hero with the likes of iron man and captain america when you knew the truth.

"can we talk? i need a favor." she sounded desperate.

"i don't think that's a good idea." you sigh, unable to come up with a good excuse.

"c'mon, for old times sake?"

you hesitate. of course you missed her, how could you not? despite the red room being the worst time of your life, natalia was the daylight that kept you going.

"you don't even know where i am."

"look out your kitchen window."

pulling back the curtain, there she stood on your porch. long red hair just like you remembered, a small suite case next to her and a pair of black sunglasses covering her eyes. you hang up the phone and grab a kitchen knife from the counter; moving closer to the door.

"how did you find me?" you squint, feeling somewhere between anger and impressed.

"an old friend owed me a favor." she shrugs. "i didn't picture you as a living among the trees type of girl. you know, it quite dangerous to live alone in the woods."

"i can take care of myself" you remind her before adding, "and i don't live alone."

natasha's face falls a little. if you didn't know her as well as you did, you never would've been able to tell. she had a million questions but wasn't sure if she wanted the answers.

"what was the favor you needed?" you ask, trying to change the subject.

"i need a place to lay low for a bit."

was it horrible that you had to remind yourself that you are with logan now? now you love logan more than anything but you would be lying if you said natasha didn't hold a special place in your heart still.

"no games, nat." you put on your best poker face, knowing she could see right through you.

"even though i do miss playing with you," her lips linger closely to yours. sharing the same air. "i promise, no games."

"good. there's a guest room inside."

the two of you enter the house again and you show her the extra room. it's not very decorated, simply and neat. natasha didn't mind, she was just thankful you hadn't tried to fight her once you saw her again.

"so, who's the lucky lady that managed to tie you down?" nat chuckles to herself as she unpacks her things.

"his name is logan." you answer nervously.

why were you nervous? you didn't owe her anything, especially after the way she left you.

natasha felt the knife in her chest twist at the news. not only had you moved on but you were sickly in love. maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all.

a car door slams shut, snapping both of you back into reality.

"i'll be back. there's towels under the sink if you want to take a shower." you linger in the door way, waiting for her to turn and catch a glimpse of you before you leave.

"thanks, принцесса."

she doesn't even look up at you.

⭒˚‧ ︵‿⭒ཐིཋྀ ཐིཋྀ⭒‿︵ ‧˚⭒

logan could smell trouble miles away. the blood soaked in her jacket. the faint smell of her sweat and your cherry perfume. he assumed you were in trouble, maybe someone broke in or lured you out of the house to attack you. within seconds, he was back in his truck to check up on you.

"hey, honey." you smile, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into a kiss.

"hey... are you... are you alright?" he struggled to get out in between kisses.

"mhm, i was thinking we could go for a drive." you were talking too fast, trying to distract him from whatever was inside.

"what's going on, sweetheart?" one of his brows arched, waiting for the truth.

both of you climb into the truck but logan never starts the car. instead he listens to the rapid beating of your heart.

"there's something—someone, from my past that's inside. she needed a place to lay low for a little bit."

logan could tell by your lack of eye contact that there was something you were still hiding something about this friend of yours.

"I won't be upset." he saying lovingly, reaching for your hand.

"when i was in the red room, i worked closely with a woman that i also was in a relationship with at the time."

logan wasn't sure why you were nervous to tell him this? he knew you liked women as well and he wasn't threatened by it. sure, is it a bit odd that your ex was coming here to hide out? defintely but logan of all people should know what it's like to be in need of somewhere to hide out.

"it was more than just physical. she meant a lot to me until..." you debated on telling him more but still on the fence.

"until?" he tests the waters.

"dreykov sent me to budapest. she never looked for me." on the verge of tears, you bite down on your tongue. "it killed me because not only did she leave me but she abandoned all the other girls that were stuck in the red room."

logan pulls you into his chest, stroking your hair gently, letting you know that it's okay to cry. your brain didn't get the memo because nothing came out.

"you don't have to let her stay here if it's too much for you." he reminds you.

"i know. i'm just not sure if i can handle her leaving again."

"must've really loved her, huh, princess?"

you nod softly into his chest.

"i don't mind if she stays but if you don't want her too, that's fine too." he says. "just want you to be happy."

in times like these, it hits you just how lucky you are to be with someone like logan. someone so understanding and loving. he knew the pain you went through all those years ago and how deep the connection with the woman inside must be. you can't survive that level of abuse without something keeping you going. for you, that something was natasha.

⭒˚‧ ︵‿⭒ཐིཋྀ ཐིཋྀ⭒‿︵ ‧˚⭒

inside the house, natasha watched you and logan out in the car. slightly intimidated by your boyfriends stature and entirely jealous of his arms wrapped around you. she had to remind herself that you were practically a stranger to her now. so much has changed over the years and neither of you were the same girls from the red room anymore.

when she saw the two of you exiting the car, she rushed back into the guest room. in the tiny hallway, she noticed the picture frames on the wall. there's a photo of a group of young ballerinas and yourself. natasha wonders if that's how you keep yourself connected to your past life.

next to your picture is your boyfriend -whatever his name was- and some of his friends outside of a fancy looking school. natasha tried to pay little attention to it on her way back to the room.

ten minutes pass before there's a soft knock on the door.

"come in." natasha calls out, turning off the television.

from behind the door, you appear with a plate and a glass in your hands. the smile on her lips, drops the moment she sees him at your tail.

"thought you might be hungry." you explain, handing her the sandwich you made for her

"isn't that sweet of you to think of me," she teases, watching the way your cheeks flush with color at her words.

logan leans against the door frame while you sit on the bed with natasha. he watched as you completely bewitched the red headed woman in front of you. she was practically hanging onto every word you said. he couldn't blame her though, you have the same effect on him.

"you must be 'lucky logan' ?"natasha cocks her head at the man behind you.

"guess so." he smirks, admiring the doe eyes you give him.

"hm, and you're okay with me staying here?" she asks.

"that's not up to me." logan shrugs.

natasha's green eyes shift over to your face, waiting for you to say something.

"i want you here, nat." you admit.

her heart flutters in her chest. she knew she didn't deserve a second chance and would leave if you asked her too but god, was she grateful that you still wanted her to be here.

"i don't deserve you, принцесса." she says softly, finding it hard to mask her feelings anymore.

"shhh..." you tell her. "just get some rest."

natasha actually listens to you, finishing her sandwich and crawling under the soft comforter. you reach for the empty plate and she stops you before you could walk away; placing a soft kiss on the inside of your palm. the tiny gasp that left your mouth didn't sneak past either of them in the room. once she let you go, you and logan exit the room and go into your own shared bedroom.

logan watched you pace back and forth, wiping her kiss mark off on your blue jeans. it pulled at his heart strings to see you so torn by natasha's presence. tears fall down your face like rain.

"don't cry, sweetheart." logan says, wrapping his arms around you.

"i'm s-sorry, lo..." you apologize, upset at yourself for still harvesting these feelings towards natasha.

"for what?" he asks, lifting up your chin to look at him.

"i love you so much." you blurt out, too afraid to say what you really wanted to.

"i know. i love you too." he smiles, bending down to give you a quick kiss then adding, "and i know you love her too."

"it's not–"

"it's okay." he assures you. "i'm not upset."

"you aren't?" you question, prepared for him to storm out and want nothing to do with you ever again.

"no."

without thinking, you completely collapse into his arms, so thankful for the man in front of you.

"i don't deserve you, logan." you whisper, kissing him gently.

"don't say that." he says sternly. "i'm just trying to give you everything you want in life."

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hours later, natasha woke up. she could smell faint tobacco from somewhere in the house. it was enough to get her out of bed to see where it was coming from. in the living room, she found logan on the couch watching a western and smoking a cigar with his boots up on the coffee table. he didn't have to turn around to know that nat was there.

"she went to the grocery store to get something for dinner." he says nonchalantly answering the question in your head.

natasha hummed in response, keeping a distance from logan in case he decides to do something rash like fight her.

"you can sit down, you know?" he chuckles, blowing the smoke from his mouth. "i'm not gonna attack you or anything."

"i wouldn't blame you if you did." she remarks, picking the single chair in the living room to sit down at.

"the only way i would do that is if you decide to hurt her again." he states frankly, eyes glued to the television screen.

"i suppose that's fair; but i don't plan on it."

"good. she's practically a damn saint."

natasha smiles a little at his words.

"yeah, she is." she says. “i wish i hadn’t left her the way that i did but there wasn’t much choice in the matter.”

“why did you leave her there?”

“dreykov found out about us. he threatened to have her sold off somewhere to someone who would probably kill her or worse.” natasha’s voice was tiny for once. painfully reminding her of the past she tried to burry. “thought i made it easier by leaving. she doesn’t know it but i did try to go back for her. twice actually. once by myself and another time with my friend, clint. the first time, she didn’t recognize me. the second time, he ordered her to kill me. barely made it out alive."

logan remembered how after a couple of months dating, you opened up about your memory issues. constantly feeling like you were missing a piece of the puzzle that was your life from all the experiments. it’s one of the things that helped you two connect with each other.

“i’ve seen her kill with her bare hands. seen her tied to tables with needles injected into her until she was blue in the face and spitting up blood. she was one of his favorite’s. used to wake up to her screaming from the nightmares.”

“she still gets them sometimes.” logan mutters.

nastasha nods, wiping a tear away quickly.

“do you think she will ever forgive me?”

“i think so.”

“do you think i deserve it?”

“probably not,” he said honestly with a shrug. “but that’s not up to me.”

natasha appreciated his candor at least.

“she’s back.” logan said before she could even hear the car approaching.

logan got up to help you bring in the bags. once both of you are inside, you spot nat sitting in the living room awake.

"hey, whatcha doin’ awake already?” you ask.

"i haven’t been awake long.” she answers, getting up and joining you in the kitchen.

“i’m making pasta, hope that’s alright with you?”

“of course. want some help?”

you instruct her to boil the noodles while you prepare the sauce. the two of you stand close next to each other as nat watches over your shoulder.

"have you heard from yelena lately?" you ask, making small talk.

"no." nat's voice came out a whisper. "have you?"

"mhm." you hum, stirring the sauce. "she called a month ago, asked what i knew about these red vitals she was given."

"vitals?"

"yeah, i told her my memory isn't as good as it used to be."

natasha reaches over and lightly touches your ponytail, twirling the ends around her fingers to help ease you. that’s how she used to calm you down as teenagers, by playing with your hair. deep down you knew you shouldn’t look at her, not this close anyways. nat could smell your cherry perfume, over powering her senses. her plump lips tempted you, sending an ache down to your lower region. she watches you intensely, waiting for you to make a move and wanting you more than ever.

unbeknownst to either of you, logan knew what was going on. he could smell the need forming in your underwear, could practically hear natasha’s dirty thoughts about you. most boyfriends would feel threatened by this but logan was different. he worshipped the ground you walked on and he always valued your happiness. why would he deny you of the love you deserved?

"i-i'm gonna go grab some wine from the cellar." you stutter, leaving her there alone.

nat nods, walking back into the living room to breathe.

"you can kiss her, if she wants you too." logan says aloud, tapping off the end of his cigar on the ashtray next to him.

"you aren't just saying that so then you would have an excuse to try and kill me, are you?" she squints.

"she won't make the first move. too afraid that she'll hurt me." he replied, ignoring natasha's comment.

"you wouldn't care?" she questions.

"no."

"what if i wanted to do more than kiss her?"

"its up to her."

logan watches natasha's eyes cloud with lust at the thought. how could he fault her? you were the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen in all 200+ years of his life. plus he would be lying in he said that he wouldn't find it hot to see you and natasha going at it.

"hey, is red okay?" you ask, holding a bottle up as you rounded the corner.

both logan and nat looked at you with these hungry looking eyes like you were their prey. logan's nostrils flare a little at the sweet scent.

"r-reds fine." nat stutters, her throat was dry at the thought of being back in between your thighs.

"cool, i'll get the glasses."

as you turn to leave, logan calls after you, "can you bring me a beer, sweetheart?"

"of course" you nod, obediently.

when you return, the three of you sit and watch the western playing for a few minutes until logan huffs loudly, sick of this tension and neither of you two doing anything about it.

"are you two gonna kiss 'n make up already, or what?" logan teases.

natasha and you find each others blown out gaze. both of you needed this. needing closure.

"fuck it." natasha mumbles to herself, getting up and coming over to you.

the redhead straddles you on the couch, caressing your jaw in her delicate palm. you nod your head, letting her know that you wanted this as much as she did. from her first taste of you, she knew it would be impossible to pull away.

⭒˚‧ ︵‿⭒ཐིཋྀ ཐིཋྀ⭒‿︵ ‧˚⭒

nat chases your plump kiss bitten red lips, backing you up until your legs hit the edge of the bed. your hands are up her shirt and under her bra, squeezing the soft flesh of her tits. rubbing your thumb over the blooming bud and listening to her pretty moans against your lips. she lays you down and strips herself of her clothes. you rush to do the same, wiggling out of your jeans.

behind nat, you see logan walk in with his beer in his hand and take a seat across from you in the corner. knowing that he's watching sent shivers down your spine. it wasn't until natasha grabbed your chin and squished your cheeks together that you realized you had been staring at logan.

"it's not his turn, it's mine." she taunts.

you nod your head and babble out an apology. she removes her grip on you only to lay down in between your thighs. a sight that you missed dearly.

"natty, please don't tease." you whine, arching at the soft kisses she trails inside of your thighs and hip bones, avoiding where you needed her most.

she smiles at the fact that your already shaking with anticipation. surprisingly, she looks over at logan.

"keep her legs spread for me, would ya'?" she asks.

he nods, already hard in his blue jeans. logan joins you two on the bed, sitting behind you and letting you rest comfortable against his chest. he places your legs over his to keep you open for natasha. she groans, sucking a dark plum bruise on your hipbone. meanwhile, logan's leaving similar marks on your neck and along your shoulder.

"please." you whine, wiggling your hips in her face. both natasha and logan can smell your arousal in the air. it's intoxicating.

"patients, baby." she scolds before licking a fat stripe over your clothed cunt.

"w-wanna feel you nat."

without hesitation, natasha tears the lacy material from your body and spreads you open. it's been years since she had last seen you in this position. she needs a moment to capture your angelic imagine.

"there's my girl." nat says, talking to your cunt. completely ignoring you and logan like you two aren't even in the room.

"isn't she a fuckin sight?" logan finally speaks up.

right as you open your mouth to beg her to do something, anything, she leaning in again to lick from your entrance up to your button.

"missed this pussy, принцесса..." nat says sloppily into your folds. "so wet for me."

"uh-uh." you moan, throwing your head back.

logan turns your chin to capture your lips, letting you moan freely into his mouth while his hands come up to massage your tits. fingers pinching and rolling the stiff buds in his palms.

natasha spends a while making out with your cunt; taking her time to savor the honey that pours from inside of you. she pulls back for a second to spit on your mound, letting it drip down before inserting her middle and ring finger. hers weren't nearly as thick as logan's but they are longer and still feel perfect in their own way. she watches how you and logan move together while she pumps in and out of you. for once, she didn't feel jealous of logan for having you. instead it made her heart swell to know that someone else loves you just as much as she does.

despite all the pleasure you felt, selfishly you wanted more. your right hand moves to intertwine itself into nat's red locks, pulling her head back to where you needed her most. her tongue swirled circles over your swollen bud, teasing it playfully. her fingers move faster inside of you as she grinds her clothed cunt against the mattress, moaning against your folds.

"ya' feel good, sweetheart?" logan asks, placing a soft kiss on your hairline.

"sooo good, lo." you purr, gazing up at him with doe eyes.

his low chuckle makes you clench down had on natasha's fingers. all that can be heard in the room are low moans and wet squelching noises. nat kitten licks your button until you reach your first high of the night.

too caught in euphoria to control your legs wrapping around her neck, squeezing her head with your thighs. your loud moans were barely audible to her at this moment. the red head could die happily right here, right now.

carefully, she pulls off of you.

"you did so good for me, принцесса." she praises, stroking your thighs.

as soon as natasha sits up, you reach out and kiss her, tasting yourself on her plump maroon lips. she melts into the kiss making it easy for you to flip her over on her back. logan gets up again, unbuckling his belt as he watches the two of you grind on each other in messy, uncoordinated movements.

"wish you could fuck me like old times, nat." you mumble, kissing her chest and leaving little love bites behind.

"i-i could..." she hesitates.

already ahead of her, logan's rummaging through her backpack and hold up a familiar contraption.

"lookin' for this, red?" he smirks, tossing the strap-on onto the bed next to her.

the last time nat wanted either of you two think is that she just dropped by to fuck you and leave but what can she say? she's prepared for anything.

"is this alright with you, pretty girl?" she asks you in between lightly nibbling on your pulse point while you grind your cunt against the soft skin of her abs.

natasha pulls back to look at you. her hand cradles your jaw, waiting for your answer.

"i need it natty." you nod. "need you inside of me."

those words make her blue eyes turn a stormy dark grey. in a rush, she puts it on and lets you line yourself up to the silicone. despite all the time apart, the two of you fell back into a seamless rhythm together. one of her hands rests on your hip, helping you move up and down while the other paws at your chest, rolling the stiff bud.

"uh-fuck." you whine, throwing your head back when she angles her hips up with a sharp snap.

"that's the spot, huh?" she smirks, watching your pretty face scrunch up as you try and focus.

weakly, you nod your head and babble something incoherent to both hers and logan's ears. it's not the same feeling that logan gives you obviously but the way natasha's fucking up into you makes you feel just as good.

logan makes his way over to you, palming his boxer covered cock as he leans down to make out with you. willingly, giving in as his tongue explores your mouth messily with a hand in your hair. natasha uses this to her advantage, bringing her thumb up to your clit and circle it slowly in contrast to the jolts of her hips hitting yours. logan swallows every little moan that spills from your plump lips.

" 'm so close, natty." you whimper, tears in your waterline as logan's sucks on your pulse point.

"is that so, baby?" she mocks with a light roll of her hips.

"d-don't stop, please." you beg, bouncing faster to chase your high.

natasha and logan were both wishing that they could feel you clenching around them instead of the silicone.

logan's big rough hands help you bounce in rhythm as soon as he sees your movements slow down.

"c'mon, princess." logan groans in your ear. "we wanna see you fall apart for us."

"cum for us, sweet girl." natasha purrs, sitting up to suck on your tit and picking up speed with her thumb.

that's all it takes for you to release on top of nat, hips shaking violently while you leaked all over her lap. eyes screwed shut, stars coming into vision as you try to calm yourself down again. it just felt so good to feel the contrasts between her and logan when they fuck you.

carefully, logan picks you up off of natasha's strap. she takes it off and throws it aside, watching logan help you recover.

"don't ya' think natasha deserves something too for how good she's made you feel, princess?" logan asks you.

"mhm." you nod, crawling in between her legs. "wanna thank you properly, natty."

natasha thinks she might cum just from looking at your big doe eyes in between her thighs. you play flat on your stomach, kissing the plush soft skin. her hips wiggle impatiently in your face. the sweet smell of her arousal reminded you of all the other intimate moments the two of you have shared. within seconds, you're ripping off her lacy black panties and tossing them somewhere to the side of the bed.

"so fuckin' pretty 'n so wet." you mumble to yourself as you pull her fold apart, watching her slick drip from her entrance. "is this all for me?"

"o-only for you, baby." she says with a shaky breath.

you lean forward licking a strip from her entrance to her button. your hands wrap under her thighs and pull her tight against your face, letting her use you however she wanted. natasha grinds down on your tongue, moaning when your nose occasionally bumping her clit. she taste sweeter than any other times you've buried your tongue inside of her.

"love how good your tongue feels, baby." she moans, brushing your hair out of your face.

mind fully focused on nat that you don't even register logan shifting around behind you, running his tip up and down your pussy. lightly slapping your clit before thrusting inside of you. his cock stretches you deliciously, making you moan against natasha's cunt. her fingers pulls a bit at your hair from the vibrations. it's always a struggle to get him to fit inside of you.

"tightest pussy in the fuckin' world, i swear." he mumbles to himself, watching you swallow him whole.

logan's thrusts start to increase as he paws at the flesh of your ass. his tip kisses your cervix repeatedly, making it hard for you to keep your mouth around nat. your forehead pressed against her thigh while you try to concentrate, licking your fingers and inserting them into natasha's tight warm cunt.

"fuck!" nat moans, clenching around your two fingers as they reach that spongey spot deep inside of her. "faster, принцесса. wanna cum for you."

her dirty words sent you into a frenzy. using all of your strength left to make her gush. the noises were so lewd it made your head spin. her back arches and soft moans fall from her lips as she tugs on your hair. like a faucet, she's leaking all over your hand, your face, and down on yours and logan's shared sheets.

behind you, logan is too busy trying not to cum inside of you too soon. he's gripping your hips so hard you know that there will be bruising left behind. every now and then you can hear him grunting and smack the fat of your ass, watching as it bounces back at him. the pleasure builds in your tummy. logan's hand snakes under you to rub at your clit.

"f-faster, lo." you whimper, lifting your mouth off of natasha for a second.

"i gotcha, princess." he groans, doing so.

within seconds, you release all over him. the string of moans vibrate against nat's core, overstimulating her until she cums again, soaking your face entirely. logan doesn't last much longer either. he paints your walls white and keeps you stuffed with his cum, only pulling out when it starts to sting a little.

the three of you are quiet for a moment, needing time to recover. who would've thought that two russia assassins and a mutant would need time to recover from anything, let alone sex.

logan's the first to move, going to bring towels and some water. you rest your head on natasha's stomach, she runs her nails against your scalp the same way she would when you woke up from nightmares. a tear rolls down your cheek, thinking about her running away again.

"what's wrong, принцесса?" she whispers, hearing you soft cry.

"just dreading you leaving again." you mutter, afraid to look up at her.

"hey, i'll be here as long as you want me here." she says, lifting your chin up.

"tasha, someone needs to save those girls. dreykov won't stop until someone comes after him."

there's a long pause of silence before she says anything again. her eyes glued to the ceiling, trying not to cry.

"you know, i used to picture a simple life for the two of us. something similar to this actually, minus the grumpy looking man in the kitchen. i wanted to give you a piece of normalcy but i kept running away, afraid i was the one putting you in harms way." she sighs shakily. "i shouldn't have ran. i should've come back. there's so much i couldn't give you but i see that logan can do that for you."

"look, i love logan more than anything but why can't we make it work too?" your question makes both natasha and logan pause, as he returns into the bedroom.

natasha looks up at logan, ready for him to finally yell and kick her out. especially now that she's coming between the two of you. instead he's looking over at you with a spark of love in his gaze.

"i don't think logan would appreciate sharing you full time." she says, avoiding your wide eyed stare.

"i just want my girl to be happy." he responds, lighting another cigar. "think she would be happier with both of us, red."

the time has never been right for you and natasha but who says it needs to be? she's finally back in your life again and you can't risk letting her go again.

"we will help you track down yelena and fight with you to free those girls from the redroom but i want you here with us, natty. please don't go again."

she finally looks down at you and her heart melts. how would she be able to leave you again? not after today. this is where her heart lied, here with you.

"of course, i'll stay принцесса."

[emovampiii]

Tattoo Tease ⭐️🎀

Hugh Jackman x It girl reader

Synopsis: You’re Hollywood’s hot girl who’s known and loved for your inability to care about what the media has to say. When you and Hugh Jackman do an interview segment together, a mix up ends with you getting a tramp stamp… of his name. He can barely control himself around you as it is but seeing his name right above your ass? Let the games begin.

Warnings: P in v, age gap (reader is in early 20’s), multiple positions, creampie, Hugh is a whore and a lil bit of a perv lol, this is just pure filth lemme pray for yall. I did NAWT properly proofreader this I just wanted it out LMFAOOO

A press tour with you and Hugh is always going to be unhinged.

You are America’s sweetheart, known for your relatability, talent, confidence, beauty, and bluntness. Like really blunt. As in your manager genuinely has to hold her breath whenever she sees your name come up in an article.

Between his flirtatiousness and inability to say no and your lack of PR training… it is just a recipe for chaos.

It was the funnest press tour you believe you’ve ever been on, but this interview you were doing right now is already by far the most fun one. You guys are being interviewed by the very lovely Alison Hammond. Even though it is your very first time meeting her, you had always loved the interviews she had conducted with other actors before and so far the two of you are getting on like a house on fire.

Hugh on the other hand, had been interviewed by Alison many many times by now. In fact, it had become a running gag for the two of them to flirt and act like they’re in love during their segments together. The internet thought it was the funniest decade long joke ever, and they weren’t wrong.

“So Hugh, it’s great to have you back,” Alison laughs. “I actually missed you so much that I thought we’d do something extra special now that we’re here with Y/n”

“Oh? And what’s that?” Hugh chuckles warmly.

“We’ve introduced a new segment on the show called Temporary Tattoos! We all pick out what we want our tattoos to say and then we decide where it will be by taking a piece of paper with a body part on it out of the hat!”

“Alison that’s brilliant! I of course have to get one that has your name, you know, with us being lovers and all,” Hugh grins at her playfully. Immediately the older woman bursts out laughing and lightly shoves him.

“Oh stop it Hugh, you’re too much! Well, I’ll have to get one that says your full name, I can’t leave you hanging,” she smiles.

“Okay okay, I’m already third-wheeling enough with you two, I’ll get my own tat,” you snort before humming thoughtfully. “I want mine to say ‘Poolverine’ because I want to stick to the theme AND it’s what Wade would want.”

“Right okay, now stick your hand in the hat so we can find out where you’ll be getting your temporary tattoo,” Alison squeals in delight, clapping her hands as you stick your hand in the hat and pull out a piece of paper labeled—

“It says tramp stamp,” you laugh in disbelief as you show the piece of paper to the camera, making the older woman burst out into a fit of giggles while Hugh looks straight-up confused.

“A… tramp stamp?”

“On the lower back, right above your ass,” you bluntly explain with a smile. “Personally, I think they’re really cute, not for me personally, so thank goodness they’re temporary, people stare at my ass enough as it is.”

Hugh understands perfectly where you are coming from. From your generous ass and tits to your wide hips, perfect for gripping, it’s no surprise why you constantly receive stares wherever you go. Your fashion taste, heavily inspired by the early 2000s, is also a contributing factor to the attention you always have whenever you occupy a space.

Miniskirts, low-waist jeans paired with crop tops, knee-high boots, butterfly tops, you name it, if it shows skin, you’d definitely have it on. Today is no different, with you sporting a mini skirt set with a matching jacket and a pair of knee high boots.

The older man definitely appreciates your fashion sense, even though it invokes a sense of guilt within him for thinking about you that way, you’re over 30 years younger than him, for goodness’ sake! But your confidence is so sexy, from the way you speak during interviews to the way you rock each outfit not giving a fuck about the soft love handles that occasionally make an appearance or the small roll on your lower back to the little pudge you have. It drives him wild.

You guys have become very fast friends while filming, he is immediately enraptured by how charming and blunt you are and you… well, he’s a certified dilf for a reason. Attractiveness aside, he is always a sweetheart, nice to everyone he meets and comes across, especially you.

However, there is no denying the guy is a downright slut.

He knows how attractive he is and owns it, he flirts with co-stars and interviewers and fans alike because there isn’t a question of whether they want him, but rather vice versa. You have always had a thing for older men and are never the type to actually care about what the media has to say, but making a move on him when his son is literally older than you… is a risk. One of the few risks you think you aren’t willing to take.

That doesn’t stop you from occasionally flirting with him though. After all, it’s just a little bit of fun that won’t go anywhere.

“Right, now the three of us are gonna go into separate booths where the tattoos will be done,” Alison beams at the camera before glancing at the artist and requesting the designs you have asked for. “Right, we’ve got ‘Alison Hammond’ for Hugh, ‘Hugh Jackman’ on my calf, and a ‘Poolverine’ tramp stamp for y/n, let’s do this.”

With a heavy groan from each of you, it’s time to get into the booths and get tatted up. None of you are able to see them as they are being done but since it’s basically just a curtain separating them, the three of you laugh and yap to each other, patiently waiting for the segment to finish so you can show off your fresh new body art. Finally when you’re all done, you leap out of your chair in excitement, not even bothering to take a look at it yourself first.

“And check it!” You turn around and jut your hip out, jokingly showing off your tat that you haven’t even seen, expecting a laugh or even a round of applause. Instead, you are met with a resounding silence along with Hugh and Alison’s shocked faces. “What’s… wrong?”

Speechless, the two of them simultaneously point at the mirror, prompting you to turn around and take a look for yourself.

Holy shit.

Right on your lower back, above your ass is your co-star’s first and last name brazenly printed. It is almost like you are branded by him, his property and no one else’s.

It’s pretty hot actually.

“How on earth does this happen then?” You exclaim in confusion, absolutely flabbergasted at how a silly little segment ends in you having the name of a man who is older than your father, placed on such an oddly intimate spot, a spot that will definitely get the news outlets talking.

“I think I can take a guess,” Alison turns around slowly, revealing the word “Poolverine” written in ink across the back of her calf.

The absurdity of the situation prompts you both to burst into a fit of laughter, keeling over until tears run down your eyes before agreeing that you won’t let the mishap air and will just reshoot it the following week. Hugh, on the other hand, is oddly quiet, offering a weak smile but quickly excusing himself. You shrug it off and go back to your own dressing room, deciding the next best thing to do would be to find something to cover it.

As you’re rustling through some of the racks set up, a soft knock at the door pulls you from your thoughts. You turn your head toward the sound, brow furrowing in mild confusion.

“Hey kid, it’s Hugh. Can I come in?”

His deep, familiar Aussie accent muffled through the door sends a ripple of excitement through you. You fight to keep your pulse steady, playing it cool as always.

“Sure, it’s unlocked.”

The door clicks open, revealing him in all his 6’2”, broad-shouldered glory. He has shed his jacket, leaving only the white dress shirt tucked into his perfectly tailored trousers. The shirt clings to his chest, the sleeves rolled up just enough to show his forearms. You swallow hard but force yourself to turn back to the mirror, pretending to fuss with your hair.

“What’re you up to, bub?” His voice is casual, but the way his eyes roam over you is anything but.

“Just trying to find something higher-waisted to wear before we head out.” You turn to give him a playful smile, trying to keep the mood light. “Probably best not to parade around with your name tattooed right above my ass for the paps to see.”

He chuckles, but something in his eyes flickers—a tension simmering just beneath the surface. “Probably a good idea,” he says, though his tone is halfhearted. He lingers in the doorway for a moment longer than necessary before finally stepping inside, closing the door behind him.

The small dressing room suddenly feels smaller.

His gaze drifts to the tattoo again, and you swear you can feel the heat of his eyes on your skin, right where the ink lays. You catch his reflection in the mirror—he is standing just a few feet away, hands shoved into his pockets as if trying to restrain himself from doing something he isn’t sure he should.

You feel your heart pound harder against your ribcage. There is always something unspoken between the two of you—playful banter that strays too close to the edge, lingering touches that last a beat longer than appropriate. But it is always controlled. Until now.

“It’s a shame, though,” he says, his voice a touch lower, as though the words weigh heavy on him. “It looks pretty good right where it is.”

You laugh softly, though there is a tremor to it. “Yeah? You think so?” You turn toward him now, meeting his gaze directly. The tension that has been building during the entire press tour seems to crystallize in the air between you. You can almost feel it, thick and heavy, wrapping around the two of you, isolating you from the rest of the world.

His eyes soften, but the heat in them is unmistakable. He takes a step closer, and suddenly you are aware of how big he is—how much space he takes up, how his presence seems to fill the room entirely.

“Yeah,” he murmurs. “I think so.”

For a long moment, neither of you speak. The sound of your shallow breaths fill the silence, the pulse in your throat beats like a drum. His gaze drops briefly to your lips, and the air between you snaps taut.

He steps closer again, now only inches away. The scent of his cologne—woodsy, masculine, intoxicating—fills your senses. His hand hovers near your waist, as if giving you the chance to stop him. But you don’t. His fingers graze your skin, feather-light at first, then firmer as he spreads his hand wide across your lower back, right over his name.

Your breath hitches, and for a second, you wonder if you should say something—try to diffuse the tension, make a joke, anything to break the spell. But you don’t want to. You want this. And so does he.

“Your skin’s so soft,” he mutters, his hand trailing up your spine, causing goosebumps to rise in its wake. His voice is rougher now, more gravelly, and it sends a shiver down your spine.

“It’s… temporary,” you whisper, though the words feel like an excuse. His hand moves lower again, pressing firmly against your skin, pulling you closer.

“I like seeing my name on you,” he says softly, his voice a growl that reverberates through your entire body.

Before you can reply, his lips find yours, the kiss rough, desperate, like he’s been holding it back for too long. His hand grips your waist, pulling you tighter against him, and you moan softly against his lips. He deepens the kiss, his tongue sliding against yours in a way that makes your knees weak.

The tension snaps at those words. A shiver runs down your spine, and you can feel the way his fingers flex slightly against your skin, holding back the full strength of his touch. His restraint is driving you crazy, the aching need to feel more of him building between you like a rising tide.

“Hugh…” you breathe, not even sure what you want to say, but needing to say something to break the spell, to give him permission to cross that invisible line.

He takes another step forward, and now you are pressed up against the counter, his body looming over yours, so close that you can feel the warmth radiating off him. His hand slides around to your lower back, fingers splayed wide, dangerously close to your tattoo, dangerously close to pulling you flush against him.

“Fuck, baby…” His voice is gravelly now, rough and low. “You don’t know what you’re doing to me.”

You swallow hard, your pulse racing as you stare up at him, your heart pounding in your chest. You can feel the heat between you, the tension that has been simmering for months now ready to boil over. All it would take is one more step, one more touch…

“I know exactly what I’m doing to you,” you whisper, a small, teasing smile playing on your lips, though your heart is racing wildly in your chest. “You think I haven’t noticed?”

His jaw clenches, his hand tightening ever so slightly on your waist. His eyes darken, filled with something primal, something he’s been holding back for too long.

“Christ…” His breath is hot against your ear now, his voice a low, throaty growl that sends a thrill shooting down your spine.

He quickly grabs you by the fat of your hips and bends you over the counter, desperately pawing and grabbing at as much of you as he possibly can. “Such a pretty little thing for me, walking around in these slutty outfits,” his large, rough hand slowly runs up your soft thigh. “Practically begging me to worship you.”

“Hugh- fuck- please,” a broken moan escapes your plump, glossy lips, hoping that it’ll prompt him to stop teasing you and give you what you want. That’s what you’re used to. However, all he can focus on is right in front of him, and it’s that fucking tattoo.

Everything about it is perfect, from the font, to the creamy soft skin it’s imprinted on, all the way to that little roll of fat that sits above it. Not to mention the plump globes of your ass that it’s practically scrawled across. It makes the man want to do unspeakable things, but most of all, he wants to ruin you, selfishly ruin you so that no other man would feel half as good as he does.

And that’s exactly what he’s gonna do.

“C’mere baby, you know what to do.” He turns you around and taps your ass, prompting you to jump and wrap your legs around his waist as he catches you effortlessly. “Fuck, you’re gonna be the death of me, kid.”

A breathless sigh leaves your lips as he captures them in another kiss, one that's heated and desperate, a love letter, expression of desire and an apology all rolled into one. An apology for how long it took him to actually go through with this when the chance was always there; the late night shoots that would end in the two of you laughing over what happened that day in his trailer with some crappy take out, going over lines in one of your homes and not being able to keep a straight face, every fucking photoshoot that you had together for some high end magazine which allowed him to stare shamelessly at whatever you were dolled up in. He wanted to simultaneously kick himself and pat himself on the back. One, for not doing this earlier and two for actually having some sense of self control when he had temptation in human form around him every day.

“Hugh—I need you,” you whisper, your voice trembling with desire as your hands struggle to undo his belt. You’ve never been like this with anyone—never this needy, this desperate. You’ve always had the control, people falling at your feet, but right now, the only thing you can think about is him. How badly you want him to touch you.

“Fuck, you’re something else,” he rasps, voice thick with lust as he watches you unravel in front of him. “Begging for it, huh? For someone more than twice your age?” He smirks, lifting you up effortlessly onto the counter. There’s no hesitation as his hands slide up your thighs, bunching your skirt around your hips, exposing how ready you are for him. “So wet already, and I haven’t even touched you.”

His fingers brush over your soaked panties, the lightest touch, and it sends a jolt through your body. Your hips jerk up toward him, a desperate attempt to get more, but he just pulls back, teasing you with a lazy grin. “What am I gonna do with you, huh?”

“Just—fuck, just do something!” The words come out in a soft whine, your body aching for him to stop teasing and start giving you what you need. You hate the desperation in your voice, but it only seems to spur him on.

“Uh-uh,” he murmurs, shaking his head as his fingers hook under the waistband of your thong. In one swift motion, he tugs it down and shoves it into his pocket. “Need you to behave for me, honey. I want to take my time.”

Your breath hitches as he drops to his knees in front of you, eyes dark and hungry as he positions himself between your legs. The heat of his breath on your bare skin sends shivers racing up your spine. He’s close, so close, and your body is already trembling with anticipation.

“You don’t even know how fucking good you look right now.” His voice is low, a growl that vibrates in your core. His hands grip your thighs, spreading you wider for him, and he leans in, his breath ghosting over your slick folds. “Prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”

He presses a soft kiss to your inner thigh, and the sensation is maddening—gentle, teasing, a stark contrast to the fire burning in your belly. He plants another kiss, then another, each one closer to where you need him, but never quite enough. You can feel the heat of his mouth hovering just over your clit, but he’s holding back, dragging out your torment.

“Hugh,” you gasp, fingers threading through his hair as you try to guide him closer, your hips bucking forward, desperate for contact. “Please.”

Finally, with a low chuckle, he gives in. His tongue flicks out, just the lightest touch to your clit, and the sensation sends a shockwave through you. You gasp, your thighs trembling, but it’s just the beginning. Slowly, he drags his tongue up the length of your slit, gathering your wetness and groaning at the taste. His lips wrap around your clit, sucking gently, then harder, his tongue swirling in slow, deliberate circles.

“Fuck,” he groans, pulling back just long enough to look up at you. “You taste so fucking good, baby. I could spend the rest of my life down here.”

Your whole body shudders at his words, and you can barely think, barely breathe as his mouth returns to you. He dives in, licking you with long, slow strokes, savoring every second, his tongue gliding through your folds and teasing your entrance before flicking back up to your clit.

“Hugh—” Your voice is breathless, barely a whisper as your head falls back against the mirror behind you, the pleasure building inside you like a tidal wave. He’s relentless, his tongue working in perfect rhythm, never giving you a moment to catch your breath. Every flick, every suck sends another wave of heat crashing through your body, and your thighs begin to tremble uncontrollably.

He grips your hips tighter, holding you still as he laps at you, his mouth hot and wet against your slick skin. He presses his tongue flat against your clit, then moves it in firm circles, each motion sending sparks of pleasure shooting through your body. Your hips grind against his face, chasing the sensation, but he holds you steady, controlling the pace, teasing you just enough to keep you on the edge without letting you fall over.

“Please, Hugh,” you whimper, your fingers tightening in his hair as you try to pull him closer, but he’s in no rush. His hands slide up your thighs, prying them further apart as he pulls back for a moment, licking his lips, savoring your taste.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, eyes locked on your swollen, dripping heat. “So fucking pretty.” He leans in again, but this time, instead of teasing, his mouth is firm, purposeful. He latches onto your clit, sucking hard, and your back arches off the counter, a strangled moan escaping your lips.

“Hugh—fuck—” Your whole body trembles, every muscle tensing as his tongue works you over with perfect precision, switching between sucking and licking, building you higher and higher. His nose brushes against your clit with every stroke, and you can’t hold back anymore.

Your hips rock against his face, but he holds you in place, his grip firm on your thighs. When he slides his tongue lower, dipping it inside you, fucking you slowly, your entire body jolts. His tongue moves in and out, and the sensation is so overwhelming, you can barely think. He returns to your clit, flicking it with his tongue, and the combination of everything—his mouth, the way he holds you open, the wet sounds filling the air—is enough to make you dizzy.

“I’m—so close—” you choke out, your body teetering on the edge. Your thighs clamp around his head, but he pries them open, gripping your legs tight as he pushes you higher, his tongue never stopping. His hands slide under your ass, lifting you slightly, changing the angle so he can bury his face deeper, his tongue fucking you harder.

“Don’t you dare close those pretty legs,” he growls, pulling back for a brief moment before diving back in. “I want you to cum all over my face, baby. Let me feel you.”

And then he does something wicked—he spits roughly on your pussy, the warm liquid mixing with your own slick, before he latches back onto your clit. His tongue moves faster, more deliberate, and the feeling of it is too much. You’re trembling uncontrollably now, thighs shaking as the pressure builds inside you like a volcano about to erupt.

“Hugh—fuck—” Your voice is high and desperate, your grip on his hair so tight it must hurt, but he doesn’t stop. His tongue flicks your clit with maddening speed, and when he slides two fingers into you, curling them just right, the coil inside you snaps.

Your orgasm crashes over you, blinding and intense. Your whole body convulses as you cry out, thighs trembling, hips bucking against his face as he works you through it, his tongue never stopping, drawing out every last bit of pleasure until you’re a shaking, panting mess.

He pulls back slowly, a satisfied grin on his face as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes dark and heated. “That’s my good girl,” he murmurs, standing up and leaning over you, his breath hot against your ear. “Next time, I want you sitting on my face so I can make you scream even louder.”

Your whole body is still trembling from the aftershocks, thighs quivering as you come down from the high of your orgasm. Hugh’s hands slide up your legs, rubbing soothing circles into your skin as he straightens up, his face inches from yours, that smug, satisfied grin pulling at his lips.

“God, you’re a mess,” he murmurs, brushing a thumb along your jaw, his breath hot against your neck. “But you’re so pretty like this, all fucked out for me.”

You try to catch your breath, but he doesn’t give you a moment to recover. Hugh leans in, lips brushing your ear as his hands trail down your body, squeezing your hips, your thighs, like he’s still savoring the feel of you. “I’m not nearly done with you, sweetheart.”

He lifts you effortlessly off the counter, carrying you toward the couch without so much as a word, but the look in his eyes speaks volumes. It’s hunger—pure, unfiltered need. You can feel it radiating off him in waves, and it only fuels the fire inside you that he’s already set ablaze.

He drops down onto the couch, pulling you on top of him so you’re straddling his lap, and the friction alone makes you shudder. His cock is hard, throbbing between your legs, pressing against your slick heat. You can feel how badly he wants you, how desperate he is for the same release you just had, but he’s still holding back. Watching you.

“Ride me, baby,” he growls, his hands gripping your ass, guiding you forward. “Show me how much you want it.”

You don’t need any more encouragement. With trembling hands, you reach between your bodies, lining him up, and as you sink down onto him, inch by inch, the stretch is almost too much. He’s thick, filling you so perfectly that you have to pause, catching your breath, your hands bracing against his chest as your body adjusts to him.

“Fuck,” you gasp, your voice shaky as you take him deeper. “So big.”

Hugh’s hands tighten on your hips, his breath hitching as you slide down fully, your pussy enveloping him completely. “God, you feel so fucking good,” he groans, his eyes half-lidded with lust as he watches you struggle to take him. “Made for me, weren’t you?”

The sensation of him stretching you so perfectly, filling you so deeply, makes your head spin. Every inch of you is on fire, and the need to move, to chase that pleasure, is overwhelming. Slowly, you start to rock your hips, grinding down on him, and the friction sends a shockwave of pleasure through you.

“That’s it,” Hugh growls, his voice rough as he watches you. “Just like that.”

You start to move faster, bouncing on his cock, your hands sliding up his chest for balance. Every thrust sends him deeper, hitting that perfect spot inside you that has you crying out. His hands are all over you, gripping your ass, guiding your movements, his eyes locked on where your bodies are joined, mesmerized by the sight of you taking him so well.

“Fuck, look at you,” he mutters, his voice low and full of awe. “She’s sucking me in, baby. You were made for this—made for my cock.”

His words send a fresh wave of heat through you, and you start to ride him harder, your pace picking up as you lose yourself in the sensation. The feeling of him filling you, the filthy words spilling from his mouth, the way his hands grip your ass, squeezing hard enough to leave marks—it’s all too much, and yet not enough at the same time. You want more. You need more.

“Filling me up so good, daddy,” you moan, leaning forward, your hands bracing against his muscular chest as you grind down harder, your nails digging into his skin. His cock stretches you with every bounce, your body barely able to keep up with the pace you’re setting.

Hugh groans, the sound deep and primal as his hands slide up your back, pulling you closer. “Take what you need, baby,” he murmurs, his voice gravelly and strained with the effort of holding back. “It’s all yours.”

His hands grip your hips, helping you move, guiding your body as you ride him faster, harder. Every time you slam down on him, it’s met with a thrust of his hips, his cock hitting deeper, the pace building as you both chase the same high. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mixed with your breathless moans and his ragged groans.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he growls, his eyes locked on your bouncing tits as you ride him. “Fuck, baby, you feel so fucking good.”

Your body is trembling, every nerve on fire as he thrusts up into you, his cock stretching you perfectly, hitting that spot inside you that makes your eyes roll back. You can feel the tension building again, the heat pooling in your belly, and you know you’re close. So close.

“God, Hugh, I’m—” You try to speak, but the words are lost in a moan as he thrusts up into you harder, faster, his hands gripping your ass, pulling you down onto him with every stroke.

“I know, sweetheart,” he mutters, his voice thick with lust. “I can feel it. Cum for me, baby. Cum on my cock.”

His words are all it takes to send you over the edge. Your orgasm hits you like a tidal wave, crashing through your body with an intensity that leaves you gasping. Your walls clench around him, and you cry out, burying your face in the crook of his neck as your body trembles in his arms.

Hugh groans, his grip tightening on your hips as he fucks you through your orgasm, his thrusts getting sloppier, more frantic. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he growls, his voice strained. “Gonna fill you up so good, baby. Take it.”

You can feel him getting close, his cock throbbing inside you as he chases his own release. His hands grip your ass harder, and with one final, deep thrust, he groans loudly, spilling inside you, his body tensing beneath you as he cums.

For a moment, neither of you move, both of you panting, your bodies still trembling from the intensity of it all. You’re still straddling him, his cock still buried deep inside you, and the sensation of him filling you, combined with the aftershocks of your orgasm, has you feeling completely spent.

Hugh lets out a low, satisfied groan, his hands sliding up your back as he pulls you closer, pressing a soft kiss to the side of your neck. “That’s my girl,” he murmurs, his voice a rough whisper against your skin. “So fucking perfect.”

Your breathing is still ragged, your body slumped against his chest, but Hugh doesn’t give you time to fully recover. You feel his strong hands slide down to your thighs, gripping them tight. Before you can fully process what’s happening, he stands up, lifting you with ease, his cock still buried deep inside you.

“Fuck, you’re not getting off that easy,” Hugh growls, his lips brushing against your ear as he effortlessly holds you in place. The raw strength in his arms has your breath catching in your throat as he starts to move again, bouncing you on his cock with slow, controlled thrusts.

You let out a strangled moan, your hands grabbing onto his broad shoulders for balance, but it’s futile. His strength overwhelms you as he starts to lift you higher, slamming you back down on his cock with each upward thrust. The pace quickly builds, and every time he pulls you down, he’s hitting that spot deep inside you that has you seeing stars.

“Oh my God, Hugh—” Your words are cut off by another moan, your nails digging into his skin as he fucks up into you harder, faster. His hands grip your ass with bruising force, holding you in place as he thrusts up into you, his cock stretching you with every movement.

“That’s it, baby,” he growls, his voice rough and strained as he watches your body bounce helplessly on top of him. “Take it. Take every inch.”

Your legs wrap around his waist, desperate for some kind of control, but he doesn’t slow down. If anything, the sight of you struggling to keep up only spurs him on. His eyes are dark, filled with lust as he watches you fall apart in his arms.

“Fuck, you look so good like this,” he groans, lifting you higher before slamming you back down onto his cock, the force of it making you cry out. “So fucking tight around me, baby. Can’t get enough of this perfect little pussy.”

Every thrust has you closer to the edge, the pleasure overwhelming your senses as you cling to him, barely able to keep yourself upright. His strength is everything, and the way he’s holding you, fucking you like a flesh light to be used, has you completely undone.

“Hugh, I—fuck, I can’t—” You try to speak, but the words are lost in a breathless moan as he fucks you harder, faster, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room. The pleasure is building again, burning through you like fire, and you can feel yourself losing control.

“You’re gonna cum again, aren’t you?” Hugh growls, his hands squeezing your ass as he thrusts up into you with reckless abandon. “You’re close, baby. I can feel it.”

You’re trembling in his arms, your body so overwhelmed with pleasure that you can barely keep yourself together. Your nails dig into his shoulders, clinging to him as the tension coils tighter and tighter in your core. You can’t hold back much longer.

Suddenly, Hugh moves, shifting your weight in his arms as he pushes you up against the nearest wall, pinning you there with his body. The cold surface against your back contrasts sharply with the heat of his body, and it sends a shock through you. But there’s no time to think about it—he’s already slamming into you again, fucking you hard and fast, his hips snapping against yours with brutal precision.

“Fuck—!” Your head falls back against the wall, your body pressed tight between him and the unyielding surface as he drives into you over and over. The force of each thrust has you seeing white, and the pleasure is so intense you can barely breathe.

“You’re gonna take it, sweetheart,” Hugh growls, his hands gripping your thighs as he holds you in place, his cock slamming into you with a pace that has your head spinning. “Take every fucking inch. I’m not stopping until you’re shaking.”

And he doesn’t. Hugh fucks you relentlessly, each thrust harder, deeper, until you can feel every inch of him inside you. Your walls are pulsing around him, so tight that it almost feels too much, but the pleasure overrides everything else. You don’t care. You can’t think. You’re lost in the feeling of him, the way he’s overwhelming your senses, making you completely his.

“Hugh—fuck, I’m—” The words barely come out as you feel the pressure building to a breaking point, your body trembling as your orgasm barrels toward you like a freight train.

“I know, baby,” Hugh murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear as he fucks you into the wall, his cock driving deep inside you with every thrust. “Cum for me. Cum all over my cock.”

That’s all it takes. Your orgasm rips through you with a force that has your entire body locking up, your walls clenching around him as you cry out. The pleasure is overwhelming, so intense that it leaves you gasping, your legs trembling as you hold on to him for dear life.

Hugh groans as he feels you cum, his grip tightening on your thighs as he keeps fucking you through it, not slowing down for a second. “Good fucking girl,” he growls, his voice rough with lust as he watches you fall apart in his arms. “So fucking prettty when you cum.”

He’s close too, you can feel it in the way his cock throbs inside you, the way his thrusts are getting sloppier, more erratic. He’s chasing his own release, and you want to give it to him. You want to feel him lose control the way you just did.

“Fuck, Hugh—fill me up,” you gasp, your voice barely a whisper as you cling to him, your nails raking down his back. “You feel so fucking good daddy,”

Hugh lets out a low, primal groan, his hands gripping your ass so tight you know it’ll leave marks.

For a moment, the two of you are frozen there, pressed together against the wall, both of you gasping for breath, bodies still trembling from the intensity of it all. Hugh’s hands loosen their grip on your thighs, and he leans his forehead against yours, his breath ragged but satisfied.

“Fuck,” he mutters, his voice rough and low.

Hugh leans his forehead against yours, his breathing ragged as both of you recover from the intensity of what just happened. The weight of him against you feels grounding, but your pulse is still racing, your body electrified from the aftermath. You almost think you’ll have a moment to come down from it all, but then you feel Hugh’s hand tighten around your waist, and his voice is low and rough in your ear, barely holding back.

“Think you can take one more, sweetheart?” he murmurs, and the hunger in his voice sends a shiver down your spine.

Before you can even answer, he’s moving, pulling out of you and turning you around. His hand presses firmly on your lower back, guiding you down onto the couch until you’re on your hands and knees. You barely have time to process what’s happening, but then you feel his hand brush over your ass, gently at first, before gripping it hard.

“Fuck, look at this,” he growls, his voice dark with desire as his thumb brushes over the small temporary tattoo near the base of your spine—his name, in bold, black ink. The reason why you both lost control earlier. You recall the lead up to the moment, the way the tattoo was done accidentally, teasing him, but seeing his name on your body—right above your ass—did something to him, made him snap. He had been trying to be the perfect gentleman, always holding back because of the age difference, because of the public image he had to maintain. But right now, with his name stamped on your skin, none of that mattered.

“Christ, you got me so fucking worked up,” Hugh mutters, his fingers tracing over the tattoo as if in disbelief. His grip on your ass tightens, and you can hear the hunger in his voice. “You don’t even know what you’re doing to me, do you? Fucking teasing me with this.”

You let out a soft whimper, pushing your hips back toward him, craving more. But the sight of the tattoo has him transfixed. He can’t tear his eyes away from it, the way it moves slightly with each subtle shift of your body, the way your plump, round ass jiggles beneath his hands as he grips it. He lets out a low, feral growl, his restraint snapping all over again.

“On your knees for me, with my name on your ass. Fuck, baby, I’m gonna ruin you.”

Before you can react, Hugh is positioning himself behind you, his thick cock sliding between your folds again, and then he’s inside you with one hard thrust, making you gasp. The stretch is intense, but the angle—the way he’s slamming into you from behind—hits deep, the force of it knocking the air from your lungs.

“Oh my God, Hugh!” you cry out, your hands gripping the cushions of the sofa as he pounds into you, not holding back. The sheer intensity of it shocks you, arouses you in ways you never expected. You’re so used to seeing him as the perfect heartthrob, always so careful, so cautious about every move he makes, especially around you. But now—now he’s fucking you like he’s completely lost in you, like nothing else matters.

“Yeah, you like that?” he growls, his voice rough as he slams into you harder, his hips snapping against your ass with brutal force. “This what you wanted all along? To be fucked like this, like you’re mine?”

Each word drives you closer to the edge, your body trembling beneath him as he takes you deeper, harder. His hand comes down on your ass with a loud smack, the sharp sting of the spank making you moan. “Goddamn,” he groans, his hand squeezing the plump flesh. “Look at this ass. Fucking perfect.”

He spanks you again, harder this time, and the way your ass jiggles from the impact has him groaning deep in his chest. He’s obsessed with it—the way your body moves beneath him, the way the tattoo shifts with each powerful thrust. It’s driving him wild.

“You’re fucking perfect,” Hugh growls, his pace relentless as he pounds into you, each thrust shaking you to your core. “And this—this tattoo—” He spanks you again, watching the way his name moves on your skin. “Fuck, it’s mine. You’re mine.”

You can barely form words, your body trembling as he fucks you harder than you’ve ever been fucked before. The feeling of his thick cock stretching you, the stinging heat of his spanks, the sound of skin slapping against skin—it’s all too much, too intense. And yet, you can’t get enough.

“Harder, Hugh—please, fuck me harder,” you beg, and the words seem to spur him on, his grip on your hips tightening as he slams into you with everything he has, taking you to the edge all over again.

“You want it harder?” he growls, his voice rough with lust. “You want me to fuck you like you can’t handle it?”

You nod frantically, your hands gripping the couch for dear life as he pounds into you, his cock slamming deep inside you with each brutal thrust. The sound of it—the slick, obscene wetness, the slap of his hips against your ass—fills the room, and it’s everything.

Hugh’s hand finds your ass again, gripping it hard before delivering another sharp spank that has you gasping. “Fuck, I love watching this ass bounce,” he mutters, his voice dark and low. “So fucking round, so fucking soft. And with my name right there—fuck, I’m losing it.”

He’s close, you can feel it in the way his thrusts are getting more frantic, more desperate. And the sight of his name on your body, the way the tattoo shifts and moves as he fucks you—it’s driving him wild.

“I’m gonna cum on this fucking tattoo,” Hugh growls, his voice low and rough as he leans over you, his body pressing against yours as he pounds into you with everything he has. “Gonna fucking mark you.”

You’re shaking beneath him, your orgasm building again, the pleasure too intense to bear. “Hugh—fuck, I’m so close!” you cry out, your voice barely more than a breathless moan as you feel yourself spiraling toward the edge.

“Good,” Hugh growls, his grip on your hips tightening as he slams into you one last time. “Cum for me. Cum with my name on your fucking body.”

The words send you over the edge, your orgasm crashing through you with a force that leaves you gasping, your body trembling as you clench around him, your vision going white with pleasure.

Hugh groans, his hands gripping your ass as he pulls out of you, his cock throbbing as he strokes himself a few times before spilling his hot cum all over the tattoo, watching as it drips down your back, marking you in the most primal, possessive way.

“Fuck,” he breathes, his voice rough as he watches his cum coat your skin, his chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. “Look at you. You’re fucking perfect.”

You collapse onto the couch, your body spent, but your heart is still racing, your mind buzzing with everything that just happened. Hugh leans down, pressing a soft kiss to the small of your back, right over the tattoo, before collapsing beside you, pulling you into his arms.

You lay there in the quiet aftermath, the weight of what just happened sinking in. Both of you know you should leave it at this—chalk it up to a moment of weakness, an impulsive decision fueled by months of unspoken tension. You’re coworkers, after all, and the age gap was a constant reminder of why this could never be more than a one-time thing. Hugh clears his throat, his arm still draped around you.

“We’ll just… go back to normal, yeah?” His words hung in the air, but the way his hand lingers on your hip, tracing soft circles on your skin, betrays any seriousness in his tone. You nod, biting your lip as you met his gaze, both of you knowing full well that trying to move on, pretending this wouldn’t happen again, was a lie you weren’t committed to believing.

“Next time,” you pant softly. “I’ll just… go with a ‘live laugh love’ tattoo or something,”

WE FUCKING DID IT. Guys once again I am SO sorry for the wait. It gagged me so bad when the teaser got so much love but I wanted to create the best story possible. I know ts is kinda buns but it’s my first time actually writing proper smut so I’m pretty happy for the first attempt! I will be spending the day trying to tag as many of yall as possible so I am a woman on a mission right now but please comment your thoughts, message me or send me an ask! I fucking love interacting with you guys. Hope you enjoy!! 🫶🏾🥰

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[emovampiii]

when you’re trying to sleep but all you can think about is hugh jackman/logan howlett and going on dates with him and getting railed by him and how much bigger he is compared to you and how he would treat you right and-

he has taken over my life