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i genuinely feel so bad for the requests in my inbox cause i have not gotten to any of them plss oh my gosh i swear your guys' asks have not been eaten up in there i just haven't been writing 💔

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'hold me, kiss me'

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ logan howlett x f! reader (fluff)

*gasp* omg !! ellie came back and wrote actual FLUFF for once !!! legendary event IN ALL SERIOUSNESS. i have not written in ages it feels like so if this sucks please spare me but sigh here is my attempt at writing a drabble of logan comforting reader

you hated crying: everything about it. the wet tears, the runny snot, the vulnerability -- it made you feel weak. yet here you were: throwing yourself into logan's arms the second you two were alone, sobs ripping from your throat, tears streaming freely and wetting his tanktop. you were crumbling and he just held you.

he hated seeing you like this just as much as you did, watching you fall apart in his arms. it wasn't the first time something of the sort had happened, but it was the first time you wouldn't talk to him or even really acknowledge him for that matter, you just clung onto him like your life depended on it; chest heaving with the breakdown.

he was kissing your head in hopes to make you feel better, but it clearly wasn't working. the tears and sniffles were so loud in your head that they drowned out the sweet nothings he had attempted to whisper to you. "i've got ya, sweetheart. right here, not gonna let anythin' happen to ya." he'd keep on whispering -- voice rough yet it was clear all he wanted to do was calm you down and make you feel better. "c'mere, look at me, 'm right here." he continued to reassure and encourage you, watching you pant and hiccup for breath. you felt one of his rough hands move towards your head, gently pulling you away from his chest -- now warm and stained from the tears that had soaked through his tanktop. "that's it, there's my girl." the words came as gently as they could from his lips: and so was his touch as his thumb rubbed at your messy, tear stained cheek.

you felt warm and fuzzy inside as he continued to give you soft little praises and encouragements, looking up at him in awe with your glazed, teary eyes; letting him thumb away at the last tears that streamed down your cheeks as you caught your breath.

"we don't have to talk about it right now, yeah? just want ya to stop cryin' princess." he muttered, hating the broken little look on your features. you nodded though, still sniffling as you fisted at the material of his tanktop: bunching it up slightly in your hands.

"attagirl." he praised -- as his large, warm hands snaked from your face down to where he could glance down and see you playing with his tanktop, squirming slightly. "take it easy, 'm not goin' anywhere, sweet thing." he chuckled: gently taking and squeezing your hand in his. you whimpered at the action, head leaning back into his chest as you felt him lean down and press a kiss to the crown of your head. and in the midst of all the thoughts running through your head, you knew he'd always hold you like this.

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do you ever wonder if anyone reads your blog like everyday just to check on you 

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No because there is something about him in this specific angle that is making me THROB.

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me actually

too many ideas and no motivation to write too many ideas and no motivation to write too many ideas and no motivation to write too many ideas and no motivation to write too many ideas and no motivation to write too many ideas and no motivation to write too many ideas and no motivation to write too many ideas and no motivation to write too many ideas-

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little useless rant but logan puffing on his cigars really does it for me each time. and the little huff of air he lets around them ?? i’m soaked. might have to write something about this. excuse my horniness</3

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i’m a simple girl

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hii everyone !! i’m so sorry i haven’t been posting a lot or been active here. don’t worry, my logan obsession didn’t go anywhere, & i’m actually seeing hugh in june i’m SO excited. but i’m back with a few more ideas and you guys have been soo sweet to me<3 i appreciate you all so much, i’ll try to get some things posted & get to submissions too.

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i should be allowed to sleep with an emotional support grumpy 200 year old dilf with swoopy kitty hair tuffs who could kill me in an instant but has undying love for me despite all the scars in his heart for cuddling and horny purposes, i think i deserve it

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I dream about whimpering in Hugh Jackman’s biceps. If you don’t what are you doing

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orgasm denial with old man! logan.

warnings : nsfw (MDNI), 18+, afab reader, porn without plot, no use of y/n, established relationship, pet names (logan calls reader sweetheart, doll), daddy kink, orgasm denial, pussy spanking (just once :p).

a/n : this has been in my drafts for a while now, this was originally my first post but i decided to change it! i wanted to post it since i don't think i'll post anything else this month. i'm so in love with this old citizen. i need him so bad. again this is short! (like everything i write lmao), english isn't my first language, feel free to correct me if something is wrong, but already, enjoy ✧⁠\⁠(⁠>⁠o⁠<⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠✧

logan's thick fingers moved in and out of your tight hole, wet, obscene sounds filled the room along with your sweet moans. the tears kept falling, wetting your flushed cheeks. Your legs were kept open as the movements of his hand didn't hesitate to stop, you could feel yourself melting when his other hand found your neck, squeezing it gently, holding you in place.

“don't cry, doll, daddy's got ya." His hoarse voice with its characteristic smell of tobacco whispered in your ear as he chuckled cruelly.

You arched your back as Logan's fingertips touched that gummy spot inside you, his fingers curling inside you over and over. Your nails dug into the old couch as you already felt like you were touching the cloud nine, your breathing becoming more labored, while your walls flutter around his fingers, something that doesn't go unnoticed by Logan. He knew you were close, you just needed a little push, He gave your throbbing clit some extra stimulation.

The night was long and it really comes as no surprise that Logan won't let you cum as punishment, you were being very bratty today. you were so close, you needed to cum so badly.

your moans in a desperate tone muttering multiple pleasepleaseplease a foolish hope that Logan would give you the long-awaited orgasm.

And just as ecstasy was just around the corner, no, inches away, Logan withdrew his fingers, earning a whine from your lips. Your hips rose upward, trying to get his hand there again, just to get a light, soft slap on your clit, causing you to jump a little on his lap. Your eyes filled with tears again, frustrated, sobbing with a little pout on your face.

"Ya could’ve been a good girl earlier," Logan growled in amusement, running his tongue slowly over his fingers covered in your essence. "But nah, ya had to be a brat.”

You tried to move, to rub against him a little for friction, but Logan simply tightened his grip on your hip, pinning you down. His hard, thick erection pressed against your inner thigh, hot even through the fabric of his pants. Your mouth parted, desire rekindling in your lower belly.

“Ya did good, sweetheart. Now let's go to sleep, ya ain't gettin' any more tonight.” He whispered, While wiping away your constant tears, you felt small now, leaving a bittersweet taste on your tongue, he pulled up your panties leaving you wet and needy, ignoring his desire and yours for the sake of your discipline.

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౨ৎ ‎ ♡₊˚・₊✧ Logan has successfully ruined every other man for me. He’s so big, so strong—those biceps? I could just nibble on them. I’ll leave my lipstick marks all over him!! ౨ৎ ‎ ♡₊˚・₊✧

<3

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NO THOUGHTS, JUST JAMIE GETZ/WYATT BOSE!!

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wait do people hate hugh or something? I feel like im lost lmao

no idea lmao, if it’s because of the whole sutton foster thing i just stay out of it tbh. it does seem like a stupid reason to hate him though, especially because nobody really knows the true story i feel like hating him is just exaggerated

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wolverine valentines cards, 1992

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‘lost in his arms’

⋅˚₊‧ 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ logan howlett x f! reader

summary ;

just being held in logan’s arms as he takes care of you.

content warnings ;

age gap, size kink, dirty talk but it’s slight, slight overstimulation (?) implied ddlg

being held in logan’s arms as his hands toy with your body to the point where you’re trembling, and he has to hold you flush to him so you don’t crash out just yet. “shh, baby. i gotcha.” his voice would ring in your ears, keeping you grounded, as your smaller hands would grip at the hard muscles of his arms.

“i can’t, lo.” you’d manage to mumble out shakily, warm breath panting against his neck, as your little thighs trembled around his big hand — threatening to close — as he brought his other one down to prevent that from happening. “yeah you can, darlin’. look at that. you’re doin’ so good for me right now, you have been this whole time. don’t tell me you can’t handle it now.” each word said into your hair as he gently pressed little kisses to the soft locks, his scruff rubbing the warm skin of your forehead: a contrast to the way his fingers were working in tight circles on your over sensitive clit. a hiccup and gasp bubbled up in your throat as the feeling started to stir up a burning feeling in your lower belly.

logan chuckled as he heard this, bringing his face down to yours. he knew you were close. he always did. he pressed his forehead against yours, hands still pressed on your thigh as the other rubbed you a little faster: hearing your pathetic whimpers.

“fuck, you’re just adorable, aren’t ya?” he’d whisper against your forehead, the hand that was on your thigh moving up to grab a small fistful of your soft hair that he had been nuzzling moments before — to make you look up at him, the sight of your eyes all glazed over with tears making him even more desperate to finish you off, give you the pleasure you craved.

“m’ so close— lo—“ you hiccuped, your eyes fluttering shut for a moment with a gasp as his thick fingers slipped through your folds, gliding in and out of the tight, slick warm heat of your hole. it’s making your body tingle and go numb all at the same time, thick fingers spreading you open: and they way they speed up. you feel your little hole fluttering around the intrusion, holding onto it as the feeling of your impending orgasm starts to overwhelm you.

logan lets out a low groan as he feels how tight you’re squeezing just his two fingers, his thumb still working over your puffy clit. he brings your head back up to kiss you, letting all your moans pour into his mouth; before your hands start scratching at his arm.

“fuck, you’re really worked up tonight, ain’ya?” he’d chuckle in disbelief, hearing your whines as he pulled away from the kiss — the way you squirmed under him. “come on, baby. let go. wanna feel your pretty pussy gushing all over my fingers.” he says, proving his words by slightly curling his fingers deep inside you, wanting to hit that soft spot that his cock always did when he would be inside you. the feeling was too much, and with a whine that was muffled by pressing your face into logan’s neck, your high reached it’s peak — spilling all over his thick fingers.

logan groaned as he felt the sticky warmth, keeping his fingers inside you till you were panting and squirming away from him. without hesitation, he brought them up to his mouth, tasting the sweet tang of your essence on his tongue. a taste he’d never get tired of.

“tastes fuckin’ delicious, sweetheart. did so good too,” he praised, watching your flushed face as you leaned back against the pillows: still trying to come down from that high as it reached an end.

once his words registered into your mind, he was already shifting closer to you and pulling your little panties up and over your pretty hips, the feeling making you flutter as you sighed. “felt good, lo.” you mumbled contentedly, and logan couldn’t help but scoop your body up into his bigger arms, pressing a sweet kiss to the crown of your head.

“mm, yeah. ‘m sure it did, angel. glad i could make you feel better.”