KINKTOBER DAY ONE -

KINKTOBER DAY ONE -

COCKWARMING WITH LOGAN HOWLETT

it was a late movie night for the two of you, cuddling up with a bowl of popcorn while you watch horror films and sneak little kisses to each other. logan has his hand around your waist, fondling at the fabric that rests on your tummy as you giggle and swat his hand away at the ticklish movement. you snuggle your head into the pocket of his neck, breathing in the musky smell that always makes you feel so at ease, but the more you breath him in the more you feel that wet spot spreading in your panties. getting needier by the second as you rub your thighs together trying to contain yourself, by now you should know that logan takes note of every little thing you do, he knows you almost more than you do yourself and he proves that when he makes a little comment, picking up your head to face him. “you alright bub, what’s going on down here?” he says teasingly placing his hands on your thigh, smiling while you wince in embarrassment that he caught even your slightest movements.

you nod your head in a yes motion, your breath hitching as you spread your legs apart and snuggle closer to him. “m’alright lo, i just need you..” you say with a slight whine, kissing at his neck greedily, moving on to his lap to be closer to him. feeling his hands crawl around your waist as you suck at his lips, almost moaning into his mouth while you try to tug off his clothes — where logan stops you, holding your hands as you pause and look at him wondering what happened. “I know you just want me to just put it in bubba but you gotta work for it first.” he says, completely serious as if you have time to play games right now. “but-“ you go to argue but your shushed before you even say your defense. “nope no easy way like usual, you want me to make you feel good or not?” and of course you do, so you nod your head not knowing how mhch hard work it would take to get your way.

and that’s how you end up facing the TV screen with your back pressed up against logans chest, his cock buried into your cunt as you struggle to sit still. trying to quit your constant squirming as if it isn’t difficult to have all his girthy length wedged into the deepest parts of you, you peek behind him and see him watching the movie still with a beer in one hand and his other gripping your hip sternly. throughout the movie he tries to quiet your whimpers, grabbing your jaw to whisper some disapproving remark, acting like this isn’t the hardest thing for you. you only want to relieve the stretching feeling that’s in your cunt and you had been good so far. it was a little difficult at the beginning where logan had to keep telling you to sit down, having to hold your thighs in place while you whined about how much you needed to move. but at the nearing last 10 minutes of the movie and you think you can make it. “doing so good for me baby I knew you could do it..” he says slivering up his hand to your neck, holding it gently as he leaves trails of kisses up and down you neck to your back. the warm suction of his lips distracting you and and it’s like your hips have a mind of its own, guiding yourself back and forth on his dick so it hits you in all the right places. “mm logan i can’t take it anymore! I need to move s’too much!” you can hear his response close to your ear, hearing the greed in his sweet baritone voice as he finally says yes to your pleads. “of course baby, you were such a good fucking girl it’s time you get your reward right?”

resisting the urge to download the sims right now and make me and logan

old man logan thoughts & musings pt. 3

note: give me old man logan being angry and rough and unable to see softness in his life. give me old man logan who loves the reader with his entire being, even if that being is bloody and brutal. give me the reader who bites just as much as he does only to show they understand his love language. they get it. and they accept it. also i just wanna love that feral man so much.

warnings: MDNI 18+ ONLY, rough old man logan.

Old man Logan manhandling you with a rough hand that should send fear down your spine, but it only serves to make you smile. He’s your guard dog, your protector, and so what if he bites you as well. You have grown fond of feeling the pain of his mouth; a reminder that he loves you in ways no one else could.

Old man Logan who likes to see hear the soft yelp slip past your parted lips as he grips your hips with calloused hands. They are war torn and aged with cruelty but you don’t mind how he yanks you against him with the intent of love. If you’re lucky he’ll sear his fingerprints into your skin, claim you as his with the type of permanence that leaves you breathless.

Old man Logan who has his fingers dug into the back of your neck hard enough to leave indents of his blunt nails on your skin. Because it’s easier to hold you this way as he pounds into you from behind. The cries of incoherent bliss muffled by the thickness of the three fingers he stuffed down your throat. He likes to see you drool, so you open up just a bit more solely for him.

Old man Logan who takes and takes until you’ve got nothing left to give. He is mean and grumpy and yes you’re his princess but that comes with a fucking price. You smile at him anyways, sweet enough to rot his bloodied snarl, and ask him to do it again.

Old man Logan who lets you sink your teeth into his scarred skin. He has suffered wounds you could never imagine and time is cruel enough to steal his ability to heal. But when he glances in his shitty mirror hung above the sink, he grins at the purple and red teeth marks imprinted on his skin. A brand from the one he loves.

Old man Logan who would lay down his life for you, who would kill for you, all to appease the selfish ache gnawing at the pit of his stomach. Only for you to cup his face, kiss him until spit slides down the front his throat, and whisper how you’ve never been more proud against his mouth.

‘princess’ would simply hit different coming from old man!logan. on his lap, with his hands all over you, his raspy voice. you take off his reading glasses and kiss his lips softly before the kisses turn deep and passionate. it doesn’t take long before you start rubbing yourself on him. “easy, princess. i’m right here, i’ll give you everything you want.”

billy butcher is the type of man that grabs your jaw for a slow deep kiss, and he definitely spits in your mouth.

☆ Kinktober Day 2: Oral Fixation! ☆

(GN!reader)

“Always wanting somethin’ in your damn mouth.” Logan growls, hand gently coming up to curl around your throat with a wrinkled nose. "Is it not enough that I'm bullying my dick into you, huh? You want more?"

He’s fucking you into the mattress, careful not to put too much weight on your throat. It's been, what, a week since he'd been home? God, his missions just kept getting longer and longer. Keeping him away from you and this weird little fetish of yours that he was, secretly, delighted by.

“Slut.” He grumbles when you nod almost happily, and he squeezes your throat lightly when you moan, a little wobbly sound that goes straight to the heat in his gut. “What do you want, huh? Tell me. Use your words.”

The little warbled out ‘Want your fingers’ makes him scoff. But he relents, the hand that had been holding your neck sliding up and over your jaw so he could stick two of his fingers in your mouth.

It took a while to get to this point. He wasn't necessarily scared of his hands anymore, but he still had flashbacks to all the blood and waking up to his world changing. He could control his claws, now. He was better.

And, right now, being 'better' meant giving you what you wanted. And for some reason he would never understand, you wanted his fingers down your throat, gagging you, forcing wet choking sounds out of your mouth that went right to his groin.

"Oral fixation" was the term you had used, when he'd asked about it after the millionth time you asked to suck his dick (or his fingers) while doing something mundane. It helped you focus or something. (A lie, an absolute lie, he knows you don't get anything done with his cock down your throat because you give it your all despite what he's doing.) But he noticed how much you liked to have something in your mouth- chewing on straws, or pencils, or biting your nails- and he'd kind of leaned into it.

Because at his core, Logan is an asshole, and he'll indulge you in the things you like as long as he can feel your body tense when you cum, crying out around his fingers. It's a nice sound. He likes it more than he thought he would when the two of you talked about it for the first time. He likes how much you like his hands, likes it when you kiss them or hold them or, well, choke on them.

He likes when you cum just from having them in your mouth, too, which is what happens- you spasm on his dick, a little gargling whine escaping as he fucks himself deeper, harder, in tandem with the way he’s fucking your mouth with his fingers.

“I gotcha.” He rumbles, because as much as he likes to be mean to you about what you like, something deep in his chest wants to be a little gentle with you. Just when you’re like this, muscles clenching as you cum with a weak cry of his name around his fingers.

He pulls his fingers out of your mouth when you start trembling with the aftershocks, and he fucks you harder and deeper and meaner until he buries his face in your neck and cums with a low groan of your name.

He goes boneless about the same time you do, sweaty chests pressed together, cum and sweat and drool all kind of blurring together. He’s gonna get up and clean you eventually- he’s not a monster- but right now he’s content to not-so-subtly poke his fingers between your lips and kiss at your jaw.

… maybe another round is in order.

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