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the utter overwhelming urge to write a threesome fic is strong (i just saw logan again in cinemas and i need to take my mind off the heartbreak)

no but hear me out: x24 and the way he paws at you from behind and takes in your scent with his lips against your neck, almost as if poised to bite. vs logan who tilts your chin up and tells you to keep your eyes on him as they both slip inside. the push and pull between them, the raw animalistic nature of x24 vs logan who's practiced restraint with you and makes sure you're safe always.

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ੈ♡˳ imagine you're wearing logans dog tags as you ride him. 18+

you're rolling your hips on him, riding him just how he wants. his firm, calloused hands grip your hips with purpose, digging into your flesh so hard it will surely leave bruises. he wants to leave bruises, evidence of how much he wants you, needs you. growling like a fucking animal as his cock slides in and out of you with ease, each slap of his hips connecting with yours earning soft moans from your lips and rough grunts from his.

he loves staring into your eyes while he fucks you, watching those pretty eyes of yours roll back into your skull - but not tonight. tonight he can't help but be mesmerised by the way his dog tags around your neck bounce each time he thrusts. the soft jingling of the metal fills his ears, adding to the sounds of skin on skin and ragged gasps.

fuck, they looked so good on you. his rough fingers trail across your lower stomach, snaking their way to the tags. the metal around your neck, a sign that he owned you, watching the metal coined with his name slap against your soft skin rhythmically.

"that's it," he yanks the chain suddenly, causing you to gasp and place your hands on his fuzzy chest to steady yourself, "atta'girl. . ." logan coos, as he pumps up into you, meeting your every movement. by now, he knows your wet hole is just aching to be filled. it started aching the moment you crawled into bed beside him.

every. single. night.

and you're his, you know you're his, you've given yourself completely to him. your hand grips around his on the tags as if solidifying this, silently granting him ownership.

logan grins, feeling his cock twitch inside you.

you looked so pretty with his name around your neck.

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'messy' 18+

oneshot (request) - logan learns that you can squirt, he indulges in that information (1.8k words) pairing - logan howlett (xmen) x f!reader tags - established relationship, fingering, petnames: babygirl, baby, good girl, praising, kind of overstimulation, squirting, lots of squirting, a little rough, he talks reader through it, wet mentions, reader orgasm, dirty talk, fingers in mouth, logan makes reader taste themselves.

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you're splayed out on his lap on the sofa just how he likes you to be, nestled on top of his plush, firm thighs. your knees are bent with your ankles resting over either side of his legs, your back flush with his warm chest, your whole body exposed, open, for him.

logan's thick, calloused fingers lazily stroke your clit, earning soft mewls from your lips as your head tilts back over his shoulder. his other hand is ensuring his middle finger pumps in and out of you at a slow pace, your body craving those broad digits stretching your tight walls.

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you're moaning, gripping his arm for dear life as you squirm in his lap, rolling your hips instinctively. it was beautiful, the way he could make you sing for him, the way he could make your body move for him with just a few simple strokes, almost like a puppet, pulling your strings. he would never consider himself your 'master', but god, you'd let him control you whenever he liked.

he smirks, nuzzling his fuzzy beard into the side of your cheek, his lips finding their place at your ear, "that feel good, baby girl?" logan asks, his voice a deep purr. he already knows the answer.

you gasp at his low-toned voice, gruff like gravel but sweet like honey, "yes. . ."

"mh, that's what i thought. . . think you can take a little more though." he huffs, slipping another finger inside.

your walls clench around the sudden new presence and you moan, loudly, craving the feeling of being filled by him in whatever capacity he's willing to give.

"that's it," he coos, picking up the pace, "good girl, gooood girl. . ." logan loves how easily he can slip inside of you, how he'd always find you dripping, cunt aching, core throbbing for him. his sensitive ears perk up at the sweet sounds of your wet pussy taking his fingers in, the wet schlick sounds filling the room.

your cheeks flush, looking down at the way his fingers are making light work of you, your shirt hiked up to expose your breasts. with the pace increasing, and the way he's so sweetly purring filthy words into your ear. . . you feel a sensation start to build.

it's. . . new, almost uncomfortable but not quite. not the same as an orgasm but almost. it pools low in your belly, just a little out of reach.

but his fingers pick up again, slamming deep inside of you, curling just enough. his fingers circling your clit remain slow in contrast, creating a dizzying combination of sensations that have you clenching around him and calling out his name over and over in some desperate plea. desperation for him to continue, for the building feeling, for him, full stop.

the feeling returns. fuck, it almost feels like you need to piss. your cheeks flush, eyes rolling back as you fight back the feeling, but he's rubbing you and touching you and fucking you too good for you to hold anything back.

"logan," you gasp, arching your back, "l-logan wait-"

but it's too late, before he even has the chance to slow down, you squirt. your juices coat his hands, his fingers, dripping down along his arm and onto the sofa below earning a gasp from both of you.

his eyes widen, stopping his movements immediately causing you to whine at the sudden lack of friction.

then there's silence, save for the lewd wet dripping from the sofa onto the hardwood floor.

your head is reeling, did. . . did you just squirt? fuck, you'd never done that before. heart pounding, you swallow hard, instinctively wanting to apologise for the mess, "shit, sorry i-"

"holy fuck. . ." he whispers shakily before you even have the chance to finish your sentence, "where were you hidin' that from me?" you can hear the smirk in his voice clear as day as he talks into your ear.

"what?" you whisper.

he smirks, kissing your ear, "you didn't tell me you could make cute little messes like that, baby."

"i didn't know i could. . ." you admit, biting your lip as you feel the cool air of the room brush against your dripping sensitive core.

logan's eyes widen, the implication of your words nestling deep in his brain, and groin. he was the first ever to make you squirt, the first to make you feel so good that you couldn't help but make a mess for him. pride swells in his chest, manifesting in a low rumbling smug chuckle at the back of his throat.

". . .think you could make another mess for me?" he hums, his fingers on your clit slowly resuming their movements.

you whimper, the new sensation you experienced was foreign but surprisingly welcomed. you had no idea it felt that good, that you could ever do that. but logan has a way of coaxing everything out of you, cock and fingers playing you like an instrument he's mastered.

"don't know. . ." you mumble, suddenly feeling skittish.

it's then that his fingers start fucking you again, gliding in and out easily, your fluttering hole welcoming the movement. "you can, i know you can." he encourages, nibbling at your ear, "you'll be a good girl, you'll make another mess for me, won't you?"

fuck, his words. his fucking words. every single time they had you acting crazy, letting out sounds you didn't know you could make. and he drinks them in, drinks up all those sweet little sounds from that pretty little mouth of yours that he loves so much.

you simply nod, feeling his digits pumping rougher, curling to find that sweet sweet spot once more. you're not sure if you can even do it again, but logan seems pretty fucking set on making him gush for you at least once more.

he scissors his fingers slightly, stretching you, the motion making you whine with pleasure. but when he pushes in a third finger? that's when you really start screaming for him.

"that's more like it, huh?" he grins, breathing deeply through his nose from how hard he's working you, "just needed a bit more, cus' i know you like it thick baby, don't you? like it thick like my cock?"

you want to gasp, to react to his words, but your eyes are rolling back again, mouth stuck open in an 'o' shape as you feel that sensation build once more. your body is tensing, thighs clenching, back arching, eyes squeezing shut. subconsciously you hold your breath as if that'll help. he's got you right where he wants you, right where he knows you want to be.

seconds later you're gushing, more this time - it lands on the hardwood below with a crude splash and coats his hands nicely. logan laughs, a deep dirty laugh as you writhe. he gives a gentle slap to your clit, then a firmer one, causing more to spill from you along with some squeaks.

"there we go, good girl, what a good girl. . ." you can hear the smirk in his voice, the wide grin he's wearing, the smugness lacing every word that leaves his lips, "feels good to make a mess for me, doesn't it?"

you're breathless, panting, overwhelmed in the best way. and then he speaks again.

". . . i think you can handle one more." logan purrs, movements suddenly fast and hard. his fingers fuck deep into you, curling to hit your g-spot with each calculated thrust. the fingers on your clit speed up, rubbing in practiced circles sending sparks of electricity throughout your body.

you want it too, you'd give it to him over and over again, create messes all night long if your body let you.

god you'd do anything for him, especially in that moment, and how could you not? the way his fingers play with you, toy with you, slide into you. . .

"d-don't know if i can!" you admit, huffing, trying to get more air.

but he shakes his head, "yes you can." is all he says, firmly.

and he's right. moments later you feel it pooling in your belly once more, the accompanying orgasm approaching that threatens to throw you overboard. you're lost in a sea of sensations, stars in your vision, his voice in your ear the only anchor you have to reality. you let it guide you, until you're drenching his fingers and jeans once more, voice ringing out within his bedroom as his voice coaxes and praises you softly.

his fingers on your clit come together to slap down against you, each smack against your sensitive bundle of nerves causing more to spray. you're making such a big mess, his jeans are damp. he doesn't care. this is what he wants, and fuck, if you don't feel the best you've ever felt in your entire life. . .

he keeps going, his fingers steadily pumping into you roughly, desperate to get every last drop as he feels you clamp down around his fingers. you're moaning, gasping, gripping onto his arm for dear life as you ride out your orgasm. it's too much, but it's also perfect. logan watches on in deep satisfaction as you writhe on his lap, his bulge pressing against you above him, cock twitching and rock hard just from touching you.

as your body relaxes, so do his movements, slowing down. he glides his fingers in a few times, enjoying the slick sounds they make before pulling them from your still-fluttering hole. he lazily drifts his damp digits along your tummy, leaving a trail of wetness up to your chest until it finds your mouth.

you part your lips gladly, turning your head to look up at him through hooded lids as you take his fingers in your mouth. diligently, your tongue laps at his fingers, reeling at the taste of yourself on him, dripping from him.

"good girl, you're always so fuckin' good for me. . ." he smiles, kissing your forehead as he watches you, his free hand resting on your tummy. you enjoy the feeling of his large palm against you, making you feel comforted whilst also grounding you after that whirlwind of release.

you pull his fingers from your mouth with a wet pop, instead kissing along his fingers and down across the sensitive skin of his knuckles. a silent thank you, for making you feel so good.

logan watches keenly, growling quietly at the stirring in his groin. his eyes flash with something. you'd call it mischief.

your eyes flit up to his, knowing what he's thinking before he's even said it.

"wonder what else you can do. . ." he smirks, "keeping any other secrets from me?" logan asks as he rolls his hips against you, prompting you to feel how hard he is for you and you exhale, relaxing back against him.

it was funny, how he could always push you right to the edge when you think you're spent.

and yet have you craving more. . .

you grin, biting your lip, "wanna find out?"

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ੈ♡˳ 'just for you' - joel miller x gn!reader

summary: joel admits his feelings to you the only way he knows how. OR joel plays guitar for you. (1.9k words) tags: pure fluff, joel doesn't think he deserves you, love mentions, love realisation, age gap implied, kissing, gets a little heated but not too much, sweet, happy ending.

joel lingers by the doorway. he often does this, you notice - the way he stands there, playing with his fingers, that subtle anxious expression flitting through his facial features. his mouth presses together like he's trying to stop himself from saying something. you'd move mountains just to know what's on his mind.

you're content with his silence though, because you've come to learn and love his quiet nature.

"what's up?" you whisper softly, sitting up in bed just a little, a book lying temporarily forgotten by your side.

a smirk threatens joel's lips, still slightly nervous as he pushes his thumb into his palm. seems like he needs some encouragement.

"c'mon, you know by now that i don't bite," patting the bed beside you, joel finally straightens up. his hand snakes behind the doorway and grips something, piquing your curiosity, "got a surprise for me?"

his head tilts, "a surprise? dunno about that," he huffs as he slowly pulls an acoustic guitar from the hallway. a surprise makes it sound bigger than it really is, and joel doesn't want to get your hopes up. it's stupid, this whole thing is kind of stupid but it's too late for him to back out now.

you try to hide the excitement bubbling in your expression, but you can't hide the way your eyes sparkle, the way your chest swells and butterflies bloom in your stomach. it's hard to hide from joel, and you don't really want to hide, not with him.

his look is slightly scolding, yet he still holds that smirk, telling you all you need to know. he likes it when you can't hide your excitement, it's one of the things he finds most endearing about you. one of the many things.

"thought i'd play for you," he continues, sitting on the edge of the bed and settling the guitar in his lap. you sit a little straighter, shuffling next to him as you take in the sight. the bedroom window lets in just enough rays of sunlight to illuminate the littered greys peeking through his hair, causing them to almost shimmer.

bathed in a golden glow, joel's strong, calloused fingers glide across the strings as if testing them, but you know he's stalling. he's still nervous, and you wonder what it is about you that makes him so on edge in times like these.

out on scavenge runs, he's not afraid, not nervous - at least not outwardly. but with you? you can almost hear how loud his heart is pounding right now. what's he so afraid of?

"so, what are you gonna play for me? do you take requests?" you smirk, nudging him slightly and you have to bite back a stupid smile as you see his smirk widen. fuck, he's too adorable. too old for you too, maybe - but so adorable.

he glances at you from the corner of his eye, "i got somethin' in mind," joel mumbles, his smirk melting into more of a gentle smile as he positions his hands, ready to play.

you're immediately mesmerised by the way his fingers glide along the frets as he licks his lips and begins strumming. but there's no lust there - because it takes you a minute until you realise the song he's playing for you.

time in a bottle by jim croce. 1972, you think, if he's taught you well, which he has.

and the lyrics sink in, that excitement in your chest melting to something softer, sweeter. is this. . . how he feels about you? god, you try not to overthink it, try to stay grounded in the moment. your heart is pounding in your ears and you know, you realise, this is his way of telling you how he feels without having to say it.

'if i could save time in a bottle

the first thing that i'd like to do

is to save every day

'til eternity passes away

just to spend them with you'

hesitantly, you rest your hand on his arm as he plays, feeling the comforting material of his plaid shirt beneath your palm. it feels like home, he feels like home. and suddenly you wonder where he's been all your life. it's been a while since you both met, but it doesn't feel like enough. you'd take more, take it all, anything he has to offer you. . . because, well.

you love him.

'if i had a box just for wishes

and dreams that had never come true

the box would be empty

except for the memory

of how they were answered by you'

joel hopes it's not noticeable how nervous he is, it's easier to hide behind a guitar than stand and confront his own feelings towards you. there's too much, too many words, and he'd never find the right words anyway.

it's insane, how you make him feel so comforted yet so on edge at the same time. you're home and yet you're dangerous. but it's too late, he thinks. it was too late the moment he saw you.

because how could he not fall in love with you?

and here you both are, at the edge of the world. each day is uncertain, but joel finds peace in the fact that you're there to face every tomorrow with him. while he knows he'll never be good enough for you, he'll try his best, if you'll let him.

god, he hopes you let him.

'but there never seems to be enough time

to do the things you want to do

once you find them

i've looked around enough to know

that you're the one i want to go

through time with'

time seems to stand still as the song ends, his hand that had been strumming curling in on itself as he runs his thumbs over his fingers in a self-soothing gesture. you reach out, taking his hand in yours.

his eyes flit to the side and then land on you, and you see that vulnerability behind his gaze, the one you've seen so few times before. because he never lets himself seem vulnerable in front of you. you know he feels like he has to be strong, all the time - because if he's not then he can't protect you.

but you want to protect him, too. you want to break down that wall he's tried so hard to build. you want to tell him it's okay, it's alright, that he doesn't need to be nervous.

instead of voicing how you feel, you lean in, giving him every opportunity to pull away. but he doesn't, doesn't want to, he finds himself leaning in too. his hand squeezes yours as he closes the small distance between your lips.

instantly your eyes flutter closed, melting against him as your body arches forward. you're too lost in the kiss to notice him moving the guitar behind him, shifting forward to cup your cheek with his now free hand. his kisses are soft, tender, like he's afraid he might break you.

you reach up to cover his hand on your cheek, brushing your thumb across his knuckles that have seen such violence - and though he believes to be tainted by said violence, you know better.

because he's perfect, to you. no matter what he's done, what he's seen. joel is perfect.

his lips part, fingers on your cheek gliding to grip the back of your neck just enough to tilt your head to deepen the kiss. a groan escapes the his throat and you swallow it eagerly, responding with your own as you get lost in the kiss.

you could drown in him, happily get lost at sea in the weight of his arms. a smile spreads on his lips and fuck, if it isn't the best feeling ever. seeing him smile always sent you reeling, but feeling him smile? you're not sure anything can ever top this. and you never want it to end.

his lips trail from your lips, and you begin chasing his mouth - but he tilts your jaw away in his firm yet gentle grip as he begins to kiss along your cheek, down to your jaw, snaking his way to that sensitive spot behind your ear.

"is this okay?" he whispers, his breath tickling against your skin.

those three words have you exhaling shakily, unable to wipe the smile from your face, "more than okay. . ."

"good," joel huffs softly, pressing a lingering kiss to your ear before kissing his way back to your lips. and he tastes you, really tastes you the way he's craved to. his tongue dances with yours, exploring, learning.

jesus, you're better than he dreamed. the way you feel, the way you move, the soft little exhales. . . it's intoxicating.

but he pulls back, keeping his eyes closed as his forehead presses against yours. you both stay quiet, letting the moment settle, his fingers trailing through the back of your hair as if he's afraid you'll disappear if he lets go.

you can tell he wants to say something, can feel it in the air between you. his shoulders stiffen, so you lean forward to kiss the side of his mouth, "i loved the song. . ." you whisper, trying to disarm him, "encore?"

joel laughs, can't help it, it's real and raw and all him. he nuzzles against you before pulling back a little to look into your eyes, grateful that you broke the tension, and saved him from himself - god knows he doesn't want to fuck this up. "maybe another time."

"not even for your number one fan?" you tilt your head, practically batting your eyelashes at him.

now he's grinning, fuck, see what you do to him? "mhm," he hums, reaching back to pick up the guitar, keeping his eyes on you all the while, "alright, just for you."

it's then that joel promises to himself, and silently to you, that he won't sabotage this, not like he does everything else in his life.

he'll do right by you, make you happy cause you deserve it.

because you saved him and you don't even know it. and he'll spend the rest of his life trying to be good enough for you, to be the man you deserve. and maybe one day he'll be brave enough to tell you how he feels rather than sing it, but your patience with him makes him love you even more.

the guitar begins to play, and the lyrics seep into the room - a bubble, built just for the two of you. the outside world can wait, while you both gather the courage to tell each other how you really feel.

in the meantime, joel sings. and you listen, content as he bears his heart the only way he knows how. and you're happy. despite everything, despite the fucked up nature of this world you live in, you're happy.

and you only hope that this will be your forever, that he will be your forever.

cause fuck, if only he knew how crazy about him you really are.

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im still feral over hugh btw and have 900000000 fic ideas for his characters but i've always wanted to write a joel fic :3

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ok so i may or may not be writing joel miller fluff rn so if you wanna be tagged in that let me know :3 it's gn reader and it'll be around 1.5k words! dropping tomorrow <3

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me when i say im gonna write and then the ghost of procrastination and sleepyness haunts me

also health issues have returned and ive been deaf in one ear for a week now WAAAAAH <3 one day i will return and write i PROMISE! i hope u guys are doing well! ily! i miss u! send requests my way if u have any and it'll motivate me >:D

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also omg i was actually hit with inspiration to write yesterday (but i was busy unfortunately) and i'm hoping it'll stay so i can get smth out this weekend even if it's just small. . . :3

it'll most likely be for hugh's char eric from that halifax episode he was on - he does not get enough love i NEED HIM

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every time he uploads a pic i gain 50 years on my life and also spent an unnatural amount of time staring at his hands i'm not sorry THEYRE HUGE.

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HES LOOKING TOO FUCKING FINE RN I CANNOT 🥵🥵

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sketched poolverine today 😇

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take care of yourself 🥰

thank you so much anon 🥺 i'm doing much much better now! it's been a long few months but i'm finally back on track 🥰

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heard nothing that you said but it definitely wasn't because i was staring at your hand.

GOOD LORDDDD THE VEINS IM GOING INSANE

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sketching logan again cus i miss my favourite pookie. maybe one day ill finish this full piece :3

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babe wake up new toxic yaoi pic just dropped

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im alive i swear!! im dealing with a few health problems at the moment, but rest assured i have been rewatching all my fave hugh movies and thinking about lots of fic ideas. . . :3c i hope you all are doing good and taking care in this crazy world! hope to be back at some point, love some of the requests ive gotten and it's definitely making me think >:3

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im not dead i swear !! my pc broke 😓 but I'll hopefully have it fixed soon! i'm wishing you all well and i miss you guys! <3