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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.