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[elixirfromthestars]

Hello lovely! Congrats on your milestone once again 💫

I’m dropping by for the 🏹 with Logan Howlett if you’d be willing to do a little moodboard? I did spin the wheel & got a ‘At home dinner’ prompt!

Can’t wait to see what you come up with! x

Thank you my lovely!! ❤️❤️ I hope you like the moodboard! 🫶🏻

You can find how your date went here… ༘⋆♡⸝⸝💌⊹。°˖➴

[elixirfromthestars]

Pretend husband Logan for a mission?? 👀❣️❣️ Yes please!!! I volunteer as tribute!! 🤭💕💍 This was a short, but oh so sweet and fluffy piece with Logan and I loved it!! 🥹💗

More under the cut ᯓᡣ𐭩

Deep down you were hoping Logan - your pretend husband for the evening would come and find you, rather rescue you. As you were cornered by a few men that were way too tall and burly to escape, you vaguely felt the comms from your ear been taken off, your limbs felt like jelly.

^ My husband better come get me 🤨 I don’t know where he is, but he should’ve been by my side the entire time 🙄

Even though the bad guys did get us, I’ll forgive Logan because he saved us pretty quick there 😌🩷

"Ay! Look it's my husband!" You exclaimed loud enough to make Logan pull a face as he helped fasten your seatbelt.

"How are drunk are you?" He gave you a glance as the car pulled away from the venue, his brows furrowing when he saw you lean over to his side with a lazy grin on your face.

"Can I kiss you?"

"A lot, okay."

^ In my defense, whether I was under the influence or not, if that man was my pretend husband for awhile best believe I am throwing around the word husband like it’s nobody’s business 😂🩷🩷 Like for the time being that man is my husband and everybody gets to know 😌💕

"Do I need to remind you that we're not actually married?" He mused with a faint hint of a smile on his rugged features. Unable to stop his chuckle at your adorable little pout, he gently set you down to your bed, hovering above you for a minute too long.

^ No. Don’t remind me. Stop reminding me. I have no idea what you’re talking about 🙉💖

Just as he was about to close the door behind him and leave, he heard you mumble something else. He would’ve let it go, but the words that came out of your mouth nearly made his heart stop. “What was that, bub?”

“Love you, Logan..” you mumbled against your pillow, clutching one tightly to your chest as sleep took over finally. “Love you too. More than you’d ever know.” He smiled, finally saying it out loud, albeit not to you directly, felt good. He walked happy knowing you probably shared the sentiment.

^ Good old drunken confessions, we can always rely on those to bring out the truth 🤭💗I hope these two get to confess once the reader is feeling better 🥺💕

Your first submission broke my heart, but this submission made me all warm and fuzzy inside, so it’s a perfect pair in my eyes 🥰❤️ Thank you for participating again, my lovely!! 🫶🏼

Drunk words, sober thoughts

A/N: Another entry for the amazing @elixirfromthestars ‘s Writing Challenge. Leave a heart, comment or reblog if you’ve enjoyed reading this!

Pairing: Logan x F! Reader

Warning: 18+ fluff. Drink responsibly kids.

Prompts used: 🥪 ✩｡⋆⸜ "Do I need to remind you that we're not actually married?"

Hugh Jackman/Logan Masterlist

Haze.

That was all your brain could comprehend. How you’d gotten yourself to this point was still obscure. But a rapidly diminishing rational part of your brain was sure your drink had been spiked.

It wasn't how the evening was supposed to go. Not at all. You were on a mission, albeit it was your first official one, it couldn't have gone any worse. The team carried out their respective tasks flawlessly while you - the rookie, were going to be in big trouble once they'd realized you had screwed up.

Deep down you were hoping Logan - your pretend husband for the evening would come and find you, rather rescue you. As you were cornered by a few men that were way too tall and burly to escape, you vaguely felt the comms from your ear been taken off, your limbs felt like jelly.

Were you being kidnapped? Where were your teammates? More importantly, where was Logan?

Any attempt to protest was silenced when they taped your mouth, taking you away from the banquet hall and towards a deserted alley. Before the men could shove you in their car, you felt their grip on you loosen, the familiar chink of metal claws being unleashed and a fight ensued.

It must've ended pretty quickly, or you were experiencing time gaps thanks to the drugs coursing through your bloodstream, but you felt a light but persistent tap against your cheek and a concerned looking Logan Howlett in your line of vision.

"Are you alright, bub? Y/N? Can you hear me?" he called, worry clear in his baritone.

"Mm?" You shook your head in a violent no, quickly realizing it was a bad move as your world shifted, making you dizzy.

You closed your eyes tight and tried to pull yourself together, failing to do so while Logan caught up with the rest of the team. They deciphered you'd had more than your fair share of alcohol given your state, and decided it was best to get you home. Logan had also picked up a smell that was definitely not your regular alcohol, probably the reason why you were so out of it, he'd realized. The team was concerned but probably not as much as the man before you.

A comforting mix of steady hands and a scent that was distinctly Logan enveloped you and lifted you off the ground and into a car.

"Ay! Look it's my husband!" You exclaimed loud enough to make Logan pull a face as he helped fasten your seatbelt.

“How are drunk are you?” He gave you a glance as the car pulled away from the venue, his brows furrowing when he saw you lean over to his side with a lazy grin on your face.

“Can I kiss you?”

“A lot, okay.”

With a firm grip on your shoulders, he made you lay back against the car, letting the back of his hand against your forehead that was slightly warm to touch. He was relieved to have found you before anything worse could happen, especially when your powers were compromised. Unbeknownst to you, Logan had developed some what of a soft spot for you. Not that he'd ever admit, but he found himself drawn to you more and more each passing day. For someone so seemingly fearless, he was terrified of confessing his feelings towards you.

It wasn't long until you found yourself in Logan's arms once again, this time with him carrying you up the school stairs towards your bedroom.

"I mean you could've carried us all the way across the threshold. Wait through the main door, did you—" You giggled mostly to yourself but with Logan and his sharp hearing, it was hard to ignore.

“Do I need to remind you that we're not actually married?" He mused with a faint hint of a smile on his rugged features. Unable to stop his chuckle at your adorable little pout, he gently set you down to your bed, hovering above you for a minute too long.

“We can’t leave the bed now. The pillows have accepted us.” You sighed dreamily, patting the place next to you for Logan to join.

Under any other circumstances, it would’ve been impossible to resist your offer, but you weren’t the right state of mind, and Logan was nothing if not a perfect gentleman.

“Get some rest, kid. You’re in for one hell of a hangover tomorrow.” Logan let his thumb caress the soft skin of your cheek, his eyes mapping your beautiful features.

He’d already made a mental note to get proper meds for you to help get the drugs out of your system. Just as he was about to close the door behind him and leave, he heard you mumble something else. He would’ve let it go, but the words that came out of your mouth nearly made his heart stop.

“What was that, bub?”

“Love you, Logan..” you mumbled against your pillow, clutching one tightly to your chest as sleep took over finally.

“Love you too. More than you’d ever know.” He smiled, finally saying it out loud, albeit not to you directly, felt good. He walked happy knowing you probably shared the sentiment.

Like they said, drunk words, sober thoughts.

[elixirfromthestars]

Oh. Oh. Ouch. My heart. 🤧💔💔 I read the warnings, I knew heartbreak was coming and yet—the angst still got me 🥺💔 But also now I want to fight Mr. Tony Stark himself for treating our poor reader that way 😤

More feelings under the cut ᯓᡣ𐭩

Don't catch feelings. He's a notorious heartbreaker & he won't be the one who would end up getting hurt once it's all over.

^ This is going to crush me, isn’t it? Brb, I’m going to go get my box of tissues 🤧

You were merely a distraction, a seat filler for someone who'd left him a broken shell of a man. A place you were content being in, for some time. Until you caught feelings.

^ Oh no, catching feelings for a heartbreaker never ends good my dear 🥺 But I also feel her so much, there’s like so many lines that can be crossed once you’re intimate with someone 🥺 And once those feelings happen it’s so hard to go back 💔

Tony seems to really be going through it, like sir please go see a therapist 🤧 Our poor reader’s heart can’t take all your entangled emotions ☹️

Broken or not, Tony was a generous lover. He paid attention to your needs and wasn't shy about asking for his.

^ Oh, Mr.Stark. If only you were generous enough to give us your heart 😔 You can tell how much they know each other physically, and their sexual chemistry is there too, so there’s this like underlying hope that, that chemistry can maybe branch out from where they’re at, but then with the pain/pleasure aspect it makes us question like how involved he is versus her 🥺💔

"This has to stop." He breathed, making your heart stop for a moment. His words didn't match his actions as he was still holding you close, still connected.

^ Excuse me??? Sir, this is not the time 💀 Give her a moment to wind down at least, omg 😭

"I know you, Y/N. I know that you...l know." He couldn't bring himself to say the words. He was well aware of your feelings.

^ *gasp* HE KNOWS?? THE AUDACITY!! 😧😠 She deserves better 🥺

He saw it all, and did nothing to stop you. The part of you that fell in love with this man secretly hoped he would stop you, fight for you and say it'd all be okay.

"I'm never going to be over you." You whispered right before walking out of the door, slamming it shut behind you, leaving Tony Stark for good.

^ You know what, screw the tissues, bring out the boxing gloves instead 🥊😤 Come here, Mr.Stark!! I just want to talk!! 😠 Our poor reader was in love 😭💔

My lovely, I am so happy to see you participated in another writing challenge of mine 🥹🩷 I got all excited when I saw you participated twice!! 💖💖 You broke my heart in this one, but it’s okay because I love angst 😌❤️‍🩹 Thank you so much for sharing your stories with us 🫶🏼🫶🏼

^ me by the end 💔

Don’t catch feelings

A/N: For @elixirfromthestars ‘s Writing Challenge Thank you for hosting the best writing challenges 💛 Leave a heart, comment or reblog if you enjoyed reading!

Pairing: Tony Stark x F! Reader

Warning: 18+ smut, angst. This ain’t a healthy relationship folks. This Tony isn’t your sweet, adorable, loveable Tony.

Prompts used: 🍫 ✩｡⋆⸜ "They warned me about you, I should have listened."

🏛...✩ I am never going to be over you. — Scandal

Tony Stark Masterlist

Don’t catch feelings. He’s a notorious heartbreaker & he won’t be the one who would end up getting hurt once it’s all over.

This was a mantra that was on loop in your mind, constantly, a warning that the rational part of your brain issued religiously. One that heart chose to ignore, time and time again.

He was everything you could ever want, and yet everything you could never have. Someone capable of giving you the world and capable of completely destroying it too.

That was the kind of power Tony Stark had.

You were merely a distraction, a seat filler for someone who’d left him a broken shell of a man. A place you were content being in, for some time. Until you caught feelings.

Feelings for a man who was so far lost in his genius mind, he seemed unable to find his way out. The Avengers had been at the crossroads, the Sokovia Accords broke the team, sides were chosen. Pepper Potts had left him & that just seemed like the straw that broke the camel’s back.

The forlorn genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist had found somewhat of a temporary solace in you. And you were there for him. In every way you could be.

“You're trembling. Is it the anticipation or just me?" His words broke you out of your reverie as your body instantly reacted to his touch, skin alive with goosepimples as his fingers trailed down your bare back.

You weren’t facing him in bed, you couldn’t when your mind was running a mile a minute. You hated the fact that a simple touch could make your body react in such a way. It belonged to Tony. You belonged to Tony.

Which is why when he tugged your shoulder to make you lay on your back, you did, and dutifully spread your legs when he crawled between them.

“You're mine tonight. Don't even think about leaving." He murmured, lips against your stomach as if reading your racing mind.

His touch was tender as his fingers danced along your soft and warm skin, lips trailing along a well-rehearsed path as your eyes closed and you surrendered yourself to his ministrations once again.

Paying attention to your pert breasts, he tweaked your nipples till they hardened into buds, your breaths now coming out as shallow huffs. You knew he was ready to go again by the way you felt his rapidly stirring cock that sat against his thigh, occasionally brushing with the inside of your thigh.

Fingers finding his short hair, you tugged on them firmly as Tony kissed his way up your neck, sucking on your skin, marking it as his. His cock leaked precum against your leg as he continued, his hips rutted subtly.

“Tony, please..” you breathed, already drunk on him as your arousal gathered between your legs, desire unfurling deep within your belly.

"I know exactly what you want, and I'm going to give it to you." He smirked, snaking a hand between your bodies to cup your sex.

You let out a gasp as his finger intruded your slick channel, another one joining in as soon as he got the reaction he’d hoped for. Your hips moved on their own accord as Tony continued to pleasure you.

Broken or not, Tony was a generous lover. He paid attention to your needs and wasn’t shy about asking for his.

And yet you wanted more. Your heart yearned for more than just a random fuck despite knowing you wouldn’t. It wasn’t too hard to fall for Tony Stark, in fact, it was probably the easiest thing you had ever done. A bright future with the man seemed like a distant dream and yet you continued to fantasise on.

Bringing yourself back to reality again, you found Tony’s mouth hovering over your clit, his fingers still working their way to your orgasm. Eyes darkened with lust, his tongue peeked out for a taste of you.

“You taste so sweet, Y/N.”

You could only moan in response, the assault bringing you closer to the edge as your walls fluttered around him, desperate for more.

You came hard against mouth, crying out his name like a prayer while your heart pounded against your chest.

In that blurry haze, you barely registered him rolling on a condom over his length and settling between your legs once more, claiming your mouth in a searing kiss.

“Want me to fuck you, baby?” His hoarse breath was hot against your ear as he parted your legs further, lining up his cock to your entrance, teasing and waiting for you to beg.

Nodding, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer in hopes that he’d give you what you both checked into this expensive hotel for.

Taking pity on you, Tony slipped into your wet heat, letting out a grunt of satisfaction as your bodies connected.

He began moving, head dropped against your shoulder, his pubic bone brushed against your clit with every move. You felt your second orgasm building gradually but he pulled out of you abruptly, flipping you over so you were on your stomach.

Tony then wasted no time in taking what he needed. Slipping into you once again, he snapped his hips against yours in urgency, fingers digging into your skin deep enough to leave marks. This felt different, something that leaned more towards pain than pleasure. Gripping the sheets beneath you, you cried into the pillow, your voice muffled against the fabric.

You weren’t unaware about this sudden flip, it happened more often than not these days. You felt used, an outlet meant for his pleasure alone and yet you allowed this to continue. Because you were addicted. Addicted to the pleasure and pain. Addicted to Tony Stark.

His grunts filled the room as you felt him twitch inside, knowing he wouldn’t last longer now. Tears sprung to your eyes as his cock speared into you, you wanted nothing more than to get out of there to save yourself from breaking.

Tony came with a loud moan, emptying his seed inside the condom as his hips stilled, his forehead resting against your shoulder as caught his breath.

“This has to stop.” He breathed, making your heart stop for a moment. His words didn’t match his actions as he was still holding you close, still connected.

“What do you mean?” You were too afraid to hear the answer.

“I can’t do this anymore, Y/N. I’m not what you want, trust me.”

If only he knew how wrong he was.

“I know you, Y/N. I know that you…I know.” He couldn’t bring himself to say the words. He was well aware of your feelings.

“Tony, I—”

“Don’t say it. Please. You shouldn’t.”

You scrambled away after he pulled out and went to clean himself, gathering your clothes to get the hell out of there as quick as you could.

“They warned me about you. I should’ve listened.” Your tears burned against your cheek now, and you did nothing to hide them, wanting Tony to see the heartbreak he’d caused.

He saw it all, and did nothing to stop you. The part of you that fell in love with this man secretly hoped he would stop you, fight for you and say it’d all be okay.

“I’m never going to be over you.” You whispered right before walking out of the door, slamming it shut behind you, leaving Tony Stark for good.

[elixirfromthestars]

Thank you for sending it in!! 🥹🩷 I had a lot of fun with this one and I’m so happy you loved it!! 🫶🏼🫶🏼

Home Dinner Date With Logan Howlett

It's been a stressful week for Logan and you wanted to do something nice for him to cheer him up. You end up cooking him his favorite meal for dinner and invited him to stay at your place for the night. When he arrives, the smell of a home cooked meal and the sight of you welcoming him with the fondest of smiles immediately melts away the heaviness weighing on his shoulders. He saunters over to you and has his arms wrapped around you instantly, needing to feel you close. The smell of your shampoo and the warmth of your touch grounding him to the present. He takes any chance he gets to keep his hands on you—to keep you close—and stealing kisses whenever he can. Even when he's eating he uses one hand to eat while the other rests on your thigh. He asks you all about your day, your voice a soothing melody that settles itself within him. When you're done eating, he insists on being the one to clean up since you cooked. When he's done, he picks you up in his arms and takes you to bed where he cuddles you close. You can imagine what happens after that...

Now, I want some Logan cuddles my lovely 🥺❤️ Thank you for for sending this in for my sleepover @mostly-marvel-musings!! ♡♡♡