PLEEEEEEEAAAAASE Make A Part 3 To Meet-cute Where The Reader Just Goes Fuck It And Calls Logan Daddy

PLEEEEEEEAAAAASE make a part 3 to meet-cute where the reader just goes fuck it and calls logan daddy and logan leans into it PLEEEEEEEEEAAAAAASE I WILL LITERALLY GIVE YOU MY FIRSTBORN CHILD

I was feeling like writing something today . . . this might be a drabble/shorter fic than the previous 2 chapters.

Like fast-forwarding to where they have an established relationship and skipping to the good stuff haha.

Also! have an old man logan x inexperienced/introverted! reader fic/drabble idea that I'm working on

“Going out with your friends, my love? Okay, come here. Let Daddy put your lush in before you go. Daddy will play with the settings as soon as he starts to miss you, okay?”

*she walks out the house and immediately feels the lush go off*

you’ve noticed a pattern during your nightly dives into pornography. typing into the search bar, it became natural to search for terms such as “hairy man”, “older man young woman”, “rough fuck”, etc, etc…

but it got you off. it got you off sooo fucking good, so you kept running back to the same videos that made your clit throb beneath your fingers. didn’t even have time to take out your favorite dildo to fuck yourself before you were cumming like crazy.

your parents slept in the bedroom down the hall, but that didn’t stop you from letting out soft whimpers that escaped your throat. you could have bit down on your lip to prevent you from making noise, but you felt too good. too fucking good. just talking to the video like the actors can hear you.

“y-yeah, fuck her, fuck her hard, yes, ugh—“ you quietly babbled to yourself, eyes trained on the close-up of the man’s thick, veiny cock piston-fucking the younger woman’s pussy. his balls were full and slapped against her clit in wet claps that reverberated in your airpods. your eyes glazed over, mouth falling open as you abused your throbbing, swollen clit. your phone trembled in your hand.

your thoughts flashed back to the photo logan sent you. and that’s what made you finally cum.

“fuck, i’m cumming—“

the symphony of the actors moaning and grunting, skin slapping, the image of logan’s huge cock did things to your body that made you come undone with tremors. you could feel your pussy cream with each pulse of your orgasm, back arching off the bed, cursing to yourself. your fingers didn’t leave your clit until it fucking hurt to touch it.

post-nut clarity hit you hard that night. you decided to sleep it off, and hoped your feelings would be gone by the morning.

YOOOOO? 😀 we're getting fed ty

Old man Logan nsfw!! <3 full on my Twitter! @/yuiinsfww! <3

lumberjack/farmer logan getting you in the back of his truck. that’s it that’s the ask

he got his windows tinted specifically for this and he’s got a small, rolled up blanket in his glovebox for when you two have sex in his truck because he categorically refuses to make you lay down on something that isn’t soft and clean— his reasoning is that you’re soft so you deserve to lay upon only the softest surfaces (unless he’s fucking you against the dining table or the kitchen counter, but even then he’s a gentleman and will try to cover up the roughened edges with his discarded shirt or even his own hand) —and god, despite the restricted space, he’s nothing if not passionate; grinding into you, getting as deep as he can, gripping your hips to manhandle you into whatever position he thinks might feel best for you (and to be honest, he’s quite partial to having you on all fours because he loves your ass— but he’s as enthusiastic about missionary and cowgirl because he loves to watch your tits bounce with every thrust) and he is not stopping until your legs are shaking and you’re babbling nonsense, tears running down your cheeks from the intensity of the pleasure washing over your body and it has happened more than once that you two got caught fucking in the back of his truck and he does not even slow his pace by a single millisecond while raising an eyebrow at whoever is interrupting and going “Bit busy here, bub. Would appreciate if you fucked off.” in a growly voice and if the combination of his dangerous tone and steely glare isn’t enough, he WILL let go of your hip to unsheathe his claws, silently threatening whatever fucking idiot would ever even dare think about watching his girl get fucked stupid.

the most masculine quality in a man is his ability to be soft and gentle with you