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Well, Hello there. (18+!!)

Waking up to some morning head from your boyfriend logan 😎

an: might not be the best take it easy on me this is my first fic

tags: somnophilia, splendid cunnilingus, fingering, a dash of overstimulation, f!reader, dirty talk for SURE, no plot just smut

Wet. Warm and wet. There was a weird sensation you couldn’t pinpoint, but you felt lazy, and didn’t want to bother opening your eyes to see what it was. You were still tired from last night, so you planned on sleeping in this morning.

When that feeling wouldn’t subside, you groan and squirm a bit. you felt your body reacting to something, you just weren’t sure what it was. It wasn’t a bad feeling at all though, made your stomach flutter. You moan unknowingly, you were still tired and still wanted to sleep. So you go to bat away whatever it was between your legs.

“Mmm..?” your eyes open when you unexpectedly feel Logan’s hair under the covers. You lift the blankets and let out a tiny gasp when he starts to spear his tongue inside of you, making swirls around your clit when he looks up at you. “Ohh my god- Logan- Mmh” you mumble, you try to protest at first, but your hips grinding against his face told him enough. He grabs your legs and forces them down onto the bed as he buries his face even deeper into your heat, making you squirm even more under his grasp.

You throw your head back onto your pillow, gripping onto the sheets when he pulls away to nip at your inner thigh. “G’Morning, gorgeous.” he simply says before he continues to fuck your cunt with his tongue. You can only bite your lip and let out a stifled moan in response. You feel him chuckle against you between the licking and sucking of your wetness. Asshole.

Your legs were under his strong grasp, you were writhing around, but unable to do much to move away or push against his eager tongue. You were at the mercy of his mouth, and he wasn’t going to stop until he made you squeal his name. You reach down and hold into his dark hair, trying to get some more friction against his face. But he wanted to make it clear you weren’t in charge here, he makes one flat swipe up your heat with his tongue before backing up to taunt you. “Feels good, huh?” He teases your hardened clit, you whine and buck your hips. “Now hold still, angel.”

He puts your leg over his burly shoulder to get a better angle, then continues to bury his face in your soaked cunt, his facial hair chafing your inner thighs. He looks up at you as his tongue rhythmically moves between your folds, you look down at him with heated eyes and he fucking winks at you. You squint your eyes at him in annoyance at his cockiness, but that’s quickly interrupted by his fingers making their way to your entrance.

He pulls away to admire how wet you were from his spit and your slick, proud of his work, he rubs the outside of your pussy, getting his fingers wet to slowly push them into you. “So needy for me, dirty girl. Bet you wish it was my cock instead, huh baby?” You moan at the feeling and his words, back arching as his thick fingers fill you up, feeling him explore inside of you for that sweet spot. It felt amazing, your eyes roll in the back of your head when he curls them just right, like lightning in your stomach. “Ohhh fuck Logan..” you breathe out.

He thumbs at your clit with his other hand while sliding his fingers in and out of you, the added sensation only made you closer to the edge. “Don’t stop- Don’t stop.” you manage to choke out. You continue to beg until finally, the pleasure throughout your body makes your hips jerk as you come. You moan out his name, loud. He continues the same pace as before, not giving you any time to recover as he fingers you more. Your legs instinctively try to close around him, reacting to the overwhelming pressure inside of you. He doesn’t stop.

Your voice gets higher as you plead, repeating ‘please, please’ over and over, not sure if you were begging him to stop or keep going. “You can take it, baby.” To soothe you, he lays his hand on your stomach, trailing his touch up to your chest, he could feel and hear your heart beating like a rabbit’s. All of the sweet spots in your body had been shocked awake by his touch, making you far more sensitive than you were already. You can feel your legs start to shake as the pressure inside builds again.

“L-Logan- Logan It’s too much” You whine out and shut your eyes tight, you feel him move up the bed, he’s hovering over you now as he continues to abuse your sensitive cunt. He kisses your jawline. Making his way down to your neck, he whispers into your neck in a way that gives you goosebumps all over. “Look at me, sweets. Let’s see that pretty face you make when you come.” His gentle touches contrasted with how intensely he fingered you, but they only added to how great it felt. All thoughts about how tired you were far away now, you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him. Your tongues battling for dominance eased your overwhelmed mind, and you moan into his mouth as you come on his fingers, for the second time.

He continues to kiss you, letting you ride out your dazed high and eventually removing his fingers from you. Sweat trails down your head, your whole body felt hot and shaky under him. He pulls away from your lips to look down at you. “Good wake-up call, huh?”

You sigh, exhausted, and can’t help but giggle through your panting. “Fuck you.”

“I can make that happen, how’s three in a row sound?” he smirks down at you.

You look over at the clock on your nightstand, then back at him, a smirk also appearing on your face.

It was gonna be a long morning.

- fiona <33

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cagefighter logan!

a/n: i can’t believe i haven’t seen anyone else do this yet 😭 it’s all i can think about

summary: you met logan during his years of cage-fighting and the two of you hit off quickly. now you’re by his side as he fights.

pairing: mutant! f!reader x logan howlett

warnings: no smut, references to cheating (she doesn’t actually cheat), sort of gorey death.

three years ago today, you met your boyfriend, logan howlett. you noticed he was a mutant right off the bat, coming out of the cage without a mark to show for it. and you wanted him. bad.

you still looked back on the day you met fondly, reminding yourself of what you were able to catch.

it was late, the bar was near closing when you saw him alone, not an unusual sight, as he drank his victory. he hadn’t even put his shirt back on, and you nearly purred when you saw his dog tags hanging loosely from his neck.

you were going to be here awhile anyway, as you were hired to set up these matches from time-to-time, so why not have some fun?

making your way to him, you sat down, and you caught his eyes lingering on you from your peripherals before turning back.

“saw you out there,” you said as you eyed his body yourself.

“yeah?”

“mhm,” you hummed, scooting too close to him for comfort, “impressive, dethroning the five year long champion with no scars to show for it. matter of fact, been eyeing you for a while. how peculiar that you haven’t got a single scratch.”

he turned his attention to you, narrowing his eyes. “look, lady i don’t know what your guy told you, but i won that fight and i don’t care how—“

you cut him off with a laugh. “easy, tiger. i never said i was with that shithead.”

you saw his muscles soften, but he kept his guard up.

“you seem tense,” you purred, “i can fix that.”

he turned his head back to you, leaning away to create space between you two. “sorry, ‘m not sharing my winnings.”

“do you make exceptions for your kind?”

in the blink of an eye, he grabbed your wrist, leaning in as he glared down at you. “you got a problem?”

you smiled back at him, snaking your free hand up behind his neck. “as long as you don’t have a problem with this.”

before he could ask what you meant, he smelled something and looked down, seeing flowers blossom from your palms. they were red, smelled like sweet roses and bubblegum and. . . something else.

“those poisonous?”

“smart boy,” you praised, closing your palms to make them disappear. “knew you were worth keeping around.”

“what’s a mutant doin’ all the way out here?” he asked you, his grip loosening on your wrist.

“should ask you the same.”

he leaned in closer, your noses now touching. “gotta pay for this somehow,” he told you, referring to his drink.

“likewise.”

you slithered out of his grip, your other hand trailing up his chest until you reached his dogtags.

“it gets awful lonely up here,” you pouted. “cold, too.”

you could taste your victory when his hand reached for your jaw, thumb trailing down.

“why don’t we fix that, then?”

you pulled him in by his dogs tags, and victory sure tasted great.

the loud ring of a bell snapped you out of your thoughts, signaling the end of the first round. you stood amongst the crowd, obviously in the front as you watched logan’s stumbling figure. you could tell he wasn’t in the zone.

“come on, baby, kick his fucking ass!” you yelled.

“down in front!” a man yelled behind you.

“say it to my ass!” you yelled back.

“only if you’re offering!”

of course, you were at all of his fights, not only because you organized most of them, but to keep him tamed. throughout the years, other men started noticing his lack of scars, and they took it as a challenge.

“hey, pal, how’s that cracked rib going?”

the two of you were sat peacefully in the corner of the bar, you behind him as you massaged his tense shoulders. and you didn’t enjoy being interrupted.

“better than your nose,” logan quipped.

the man’s face tightened, and it looked painful as the bandage on his nose shifted. “wanna say that again?” he threatened, attempting to pick logan up by his undershirt.

immediately, logan tensed, standing up to push the guy back, but he persisted. “you don’t wanna do that, bub.”

“oh, i think i do, sideburns,” the man assured. “i’ll enjoy knocking the teeth out of your smile.”

you watched as logan’s fist came up to the man’s jaw, a telltale sign he was going to unsheathe his boney claws. not wanting to get chased out of town, you wrapped your hands around your boyfriend’s chest, guiding him to sit back down.

“heel, boy,” you whispered sultrily into his ear. “don’t waste your time on this chump, baby, you already won, remember?”

one of your hands trailed down his clothes abs as your other went back to easing the tension from his shoulder. you felt him relax into your touch.

the man still glared at you, growling in frustration. “this ain’t over, buddy.”

yes, it was, you decided. “give me a second, baby, i’ll be back,” you assured logan with a quick peck on the cheek, walking up to the man.

“listen, how about me and you discuss this. . .” you strategically looked logan’s way, making sure he wasn’t looking and lowered your voice, “away from prying eyes?”

the guy’s sneer turned into a smirk, clearly satisfied with this turn of events. “say, ten minutes in the bathrooms?”

“behind the building,” you told him. “wouldn’t want him to hear.”

he walked away, satisfied.

“what the hell did you do?” logan asked, lighting a cigar.

“taking care of competition,” you simply stated.

he raised an eyebrow at you. “what happened to keeping a low profile?”

you made your way back to him, sitting on his lap. his free hand rested on your hip.

“i should be asking you that, thought you wanted to stay here. can’t do that if you skewer his head.”

he blew the smoke away from your face, rolling his eyes. “don’t wanna stay here. this place is a dump.”

you wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing a hand to his jaw to make him look at you. “aw, come on, it’s not that bad. you got me.”

“guess, you’re right,” he murmured.

“of course, i am, now give me some sugar,” you told him, inhaling the smoke he blew out, feeling his lips.

you did end up meeting the guy behind the building, promising that if you weren’t back in a few minutes, that logan could step in. and as expected, the man was already there.

“what took you so long?”

you shrugged. “oh, you know, gotta tell him i’m fine on my own. he tries so hard to protect me, doesn’t let me do anything by myself.”

he scoffed. “figured, guy’s got a mess going on up there.”

you walked up to the man, who immediately grabbed your ass to pull you in closer. you wrapped your arms around his neck, inhaling his scent. sweat and whiskey. typical. you started off by kissing your way up slowly until you reached his ear.

“where do you get off insulting my man?”

before he had time to respond, you pressed your palms flat against the man’s ears and he gasped. you focused your energy on the vines you were summoning, and soon they started growing out of his mouth and nose. still seeing he was alive, you concentrated harder and saw blood trickling down from his eye sockets.

“come on, you piece of shit,” you said to yourself.

a few seconds later, and two large oleander flowers appeared in place of his eyeballs. you let go, watching his body collapse onto the snow.

you heard the heavy metal door open and saw logan’s head around the corner.

“thought i told you to wait inside,” you reminded him.

“and i told you i don’t want to do that,” he responded. “so much for keeping it on the low.”

you waved the man’s body off, “he can’t say anything if he’s dead.”

he knew you were right, so he didn’t put up a fight. “why don’t we head back inside? it’s half off all drinks for another hour.”

the sound of another bell rang, this time indicating the end of the first round and for a two minute break.

you immediately climbed onto the railing, hanging onto the metal fence as logan scanned your features. “what’s wrong, honey? you’re losing out there.”

“i know,” he mumbled, running a hand down his sweat-covered face. “m’tired.”

“but you gotta keep going, baby. i know you can.”

he groaned to himself, resting his forehead against the metal. “that’s the fucking problem, i can’t.”

then, an idea popped into your head. you pecked his lips through the small gaps, surprising him. “even if i told you i’m not wearing panties?”

his eyes quickly scanned your body, seeing your old ripped top that revealed your stomach and denim shorts that rode up the curve of your ass.

the bell rang, and his break was over.

you lowered yourself back from from the fence, a few boos following.

in the ring, logan faced his opponent. “this has been fun, bub, but now i’ve got to get back to fuck my girl. it’s our anniversary, you understand.”

needless to say, logan ended up knocking the guy out. he went straight for you as he walked out, not accepting water or a towel from the crowd. he immediately held your face as he kissed you with so much force it made you stumble back, but he caught you. he always did. you could smell the sweat off of him and feel his heartbeat with your hand, and it only made you crave him more.

“told you, you could do it,” you teased, keeping him close with his dog tags.

“yeah, yeah,” he breathed out. “now why don’t i enjoy my anniversary gift?”

—v

part ii?

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A Morning Haze

pairing: older! logan x f! reader

tags: age gap, riding, (slight) overstimulation, cigar sex mmm, shotgunning.

an: drooling over this photo— v

the early morning sun peeked through the cracks of the blinds, smoke filling the bedroom. the blanket was left carelessly between the floor and bed, the sounds your hips rocking back-and-forth filled the room.

it happened like a blur, you hadn’t even fully woken up before you felt logan’s length poking you through his jeans. luckily, it was a late sunday morning, no plans, no worries, so you both decided to take it slow.

logan hadn’t even bothered to take his jeans off, merely unbuckling his belt and getting his half-hard cock out. you slowly lined yourself up, panties still discarded from the night before, and slowly sank down. it was far from your first time with logan, but it still took you a moment to adjust to the stretch. you heard him softly groan as he rested against the headboard, smoke escaping out of his mouth.

as logan aged, he became more insecure around you, so young and precious. you needed a man your own age, one who could keep up with you. you saw him shirtless less and less as the days went by, his excuse simply being there was nothing for you to see. you disagreed. even as white hairs grew, the scruffier his beard got, and the rougher his calloused hands felt on your soft skin, you stayed by his side, whispering nothing but sweet things.

part of you felt blessed to see his bare chest this morning, and you took in the steady rise and fall of his chest.

your pussy rubbed itself against his pelvis, the rough material of his zipper adding onto the sensation as your thighs began to ache. but you didn’t want to stop, god no, not when he was so deep inside of you.

your hands rested against his broad shoulders, squeezing them as your anchor as you continue to ride him. he gently puts his rough hands on your waist, and starts moving your hips along with you, guiding your body to help you grind lower on his cock in a way that makes you both moan.

“there ya go, doll. . . just like that,” he says under his breath, taking a long drag of his cigar before he pulls you in. the shaky breaths from how you were riding him quickly subsided when you realized what he was trying to do.

you get even closer to his face, tilting your head to get a better angle as he parts his lips for the smoke to escape. you slowly inhale as you stare into his hazel eyes, your lips were so close. you sink down onto his cock again as you put your hands on his cheeks, feeling his coarse beard with your fingers. you pull away and cough a bit. he rubs your back, giving you a minute to breathe.

“attagirl,” he groaned before pulling you in for a kiss. you moaned into his mouth as your hands ran down his chest. the way he was scarred up made you remember how much he’d been through, you caress his hairy chest as he starts slowly pumping into you, following the rhythm of your hips as you both start to come closer and closer to the edge.

his breaths came out heavy as he trailed his callused hands up the oversized shirt you were wearing (his shirt) to grab your tits, you put your smaller hands on top of his when his grip tightened. your thighs were burning, a dull ache that you knew was going to bother you later was setting in, but you were so close, you couldn’t stop. you felt his hips rut up against you, trying to help you but mostly to help him finish. his rhythm was sloppy, he was just as desperate as you.

“fucking—god, fuck, logan,” you moaned out, closing your eyes to savor the feeling.

he groaned underneath you, one of his hands coming down to grip your hip as he thrusted sloppily into you, chasing his own high.

“c’mere, sweetheart, c’mere,” he breathed out, not waiting for your response as he pulled you down for another kiss. he dropped his cigar as his hand rested on your hip and the other cradled your face.

you tasted the smoke on his tongue as you leaned forward, your clit rubbing against the hair on his base, giving you the extra stimulation you were craving. you gripped his shoulders so hard your knuckles were turning white, digging your nails into his skin.

you both breathed heavily into the kiss, if you could even call it that. it was wet mess of tongue and teeth, saliva trailing down your chin as he sucked on your tongue.

his free hand continued to knead at your breast, pulling and twisting at your covered nipple. you broke the kiss to let out a strangled moan and then his lips trailed up your neck to your ear.

“come on, give it to me, doll. need to feel you come around me—fuck…”

his groans in your ear were what pushed you to the edge. you clamped down on him, a long drawn out whine coming out of you as your teeth sank into his neck. he continued to move against you, holding your hips to keep you firmly in place as he chased his own release.

you didn’t even notice the noises you were making until he gently shushed you. “i know, i know, sweet girl.”

a few more desperate thrusts and you felt his fingers dig painfully into your skin before you felt his hot release spill inside you. you both laid there, slowly catching your breaths.

when you felt him move, you winced, still sensitive as he remained inside of you.

“sorry,” he mumbled as he placed his cigar on the nightstand, “dropped it.”

you remained embraced for a few more minutes before he reminded you of his plans.

“do you have to do it today?” you complained into his neck. all you wanted to do was cuddle up to him for the rest of the day.

“need a new tire to drive. was supposed to do it yesterday.”

you slowly sat up, feeling his cum leak out from where you two were still connected. you needed to wash the sheets again.

“tomorrow?” you asked with a pleading look. “just wanna stay with you.”

he let out a sigh, running a hand up and down your back, tracing the curve of your spine.

“few more minutes,” he compromised.

you gave him a kiss on the lips. “we’ll see about that.”

—v & f

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older! logan fluff

imagining

you wake up early, warm and alone in bed to a faint song coming from your balcony. he must have been up for a while, you think to yourself. lazily, you throw on one of his discarded flannels, not bothering to button it up all the way as you made your way to the kitchen. you heard the faint sound of the song coming to an end, the radio fading out to the hosts chatting as you poured two cups of fresh coffee.

you hummed as you made your way to the balcony, the early morning sun hitting your skin just the right way. logan sat facing the mountains that peaked over the woods, wearing his readers as he read the paper. smoke lingered in the air from his discarded cigar on his ashtray.

he had heard you approaching, so he wasn’t surprised as you set down your mugs and wrapped your arms around his neck, leaning down next to his ear.

“mornin’, bub,” he murmured.

“morning, you’re up early,” you pointed out, voice still groggy as your hand traced delicate patterns on his chest. it wasn’t often you saw logan shirtless anymore, so you treasured every peek you got at his body.

“couldn’t sleep,” he simply stated, leaning back just slightly.

the radio then started playing another melody, a woman singing slowly. it was an old song, one you didn’t recognize, but her voice sounded like an angel.

“should have told me,” you said, “could have run us a bath.”

“didn’t want to wake ya,” he mumbled, putting his paper down.

your hands then traveled up to his shoulders. “wouldn’t have bothered me. you always work so hard, you deserve to relax.”

before he could protest, your fingers started working at the knots in the back of his neck. he sighed, a low groan escaping his throat as he leaned back.

“you don’t have to do that,” he tried to tell you, but you only moved to his shoulders.

“i know,” you murmured. “i want to.”

your fingers continued to work at his neck, kneading through a particularly tight knot. his body relaxed and you heard his breathing grow heavier, trying to hold his groans back. you moved onto his shoulders and upper back, and soon a deep sigh escaped him.

“what did i do to deserve you?”

the question caught you off-guard, making you chuckle. “someone’s gotta keep you big and strong, wolvie.”

he groaned again, this time at the nickname. “hate that name.”

“i know,” you whispered, kissing his cheek, his scruffy beard scratching your face. “but you love me.”

“can’t argue that,” he murmured, leaning back into your touch.

“let me take care of you, big boy,” you said, lowly into his ear. “always taking care of me, you deserve some love, too.”

and who was he to disagree with that?

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older! logan domestic headcanons

massaging his sore muscles at night, listening to his soft groans and sighs

kissing his knuckles

laying on his chest listening to his heartbeat while you’re watching a movie late at night

bringing him a cup of coffee on the balcony as he smokes his morning cigar

making dinner and having him come up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder

wearing one of his shirts in the morning because you can’t find yours

likes to run his fingers through your hair when you’re laying down together

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gnawing at the bars of my enclosure i need to bounce up and cream on that dick until they physically pry me away

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more Logan Howlett head canons! but this time it’s from veronica 😈 buckle your seatbelts.

- since you can’t mark him, the next best thing are lipstick marks. they drive him crazy, especially as you’re on top of him slowly kissing down his chest and abs, finally able to leave a reminder of what’s yours. loves it when you leave a mark on his neck, right below his ear so everyone can see. sometimes when you’re both tired and taking it slow, you try to kiss him everywhere, but you love to kiss him on his knuckles, because you love the sound of his breath quickening to the sweet gesture.

— his grip HURTS, made of pure adamantium, the way he holds onto your hips is painful, but he just can’t help it, he wants you as close as possible.

— i KNOW his claws come out when he’s close, just in that moment when your pussy is sucking him in like a vice, refusing to let him pull out (not that he’d want to). he always tries to make sure to angle it into the mattress, leaving yet another torn, but sometimes he just can’t control himself and his claws dig through the wall, scaring the neighbors, but god does it turn you on even more.

— this is the least patient man ever, sure he’d flirt with you here and there, but he’s lonely, impatient and horny! he’s got no time for foreplay!

— does it even have to be said? he for sure smokes a cigar as he fucks you. he’s so slow and deep with it, too, just suffocating you with pleasure and cigar smoke as he makes out with you.

— he loves to see you riding him in the mornings, both of you too lazy to get fully undressed as you get out his cock just past the zipper, your bare cunt hitting the metal as you rock your hips back and forth. his hand guides your hips as you set a lazy pace, a groggy smile accompanied by a morning smoke and his whispers of encouragement with his morning voice.

— his morning voice turns you on so much, and he knows it, too, loves to praise you as you try to reach your high even as your thighs burn. “come on, pretty girl, keep going,” “doing so well for me,” “god you’re so fucking gorgeous, doll,” “just like that—fuck.”

cigar 🤤

— on nights he needs to let his anger out on you, you best believe you’re gonna need time before your legs stop shaking. it feels like you’ve crossed dimensions. he knows it, too, he just teases you as he comes back with a wet cloth for you.

— walks around sometimes afterwards, whether it’s naked or just commando with jeans, and you’d be lying if you said the sight of ass or back muscles didn’t get you going again after he destroyed you.

— at first, his beard and sideburns rubbing against you was an issue as it irritated your skin, but now as he ravages your cunt, you love the burn as he makes sure to rub his facial hair against your inner thighs, the burn only making you squirm more as his hands hold your hips in a death grip, more bruises definitely forming, but that’s not stopping him.

thank you for coming to my horny Ted Talk.

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hey it’s ya girl fiona.

riddle me this batman, tell me why i can definitely imagine Logan talking you through it all while still being an asshole. he’d be pounding into you as he taunts you for being such a mess for him.

he’s absolutely feral when he’s eating you out, and won’t stop even after you cum. doesn’t care if you’re overstimulated we’re ending on his terms here.

would straight up casually smoke a cigar in bed after nutting in you and shattering your cervix with his steel rod.

he for sure gets a bit possessive at times, if you come around and you smell like anything but him he’s gonna change that.

and he snores loud as fuck

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sexual assault, rape, abuse, cnc, illegal fetishes/kinks, age play, watersports or coprophilia, pet play, daddy/mommy, incest or stepcest, lactation, feet, age play

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*☆ introduction post ☆*

veronica + fiona

we both recently started running this blog, please remain patient as we’re both new and in different timezones <3

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