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Cowboy hat rule

Jack Daniels (or any other cowboy) x f!reader (no use of y/n)

Summary: the aftermath of taking a Cowboys hat Rating: smut, almost no plot

Word count: 1178

With all the smoke and people trying to talk over each other the atmosphere in the bar feels steamy. Just like others, filled with liquid courage girls, she’s doing her best stealing the attention of a man. Not just any man, a handsome cowboy who without even trying makes her nervous like she’s a teenager.

At this point, innocent touches are standard. Lips getting so close to the delicate elope, so the sentence doesn’t get lost in the loud bar. Or hands placed gently on the lower back when passing by. They don’t have to do that. They could scream or go around the table but they both feel the unapprehended need to be as close as possible. Closer than the fabric of their clothes.

The cowboy compliments her dress which earns him a smile and a spin from the girl. If she moved a liter faster he could see her underwear. Or maybe she doesn’t wear any. A thought that now can’t escape his mind. She wants to compliment him too, but truth be told she doesn’t like his clothes. They cower his broad shoulders which is a crime. She reaches for the hat but he stops her in the middle of that action.

"Be careful. If you take a cowboy’s hat, you’ll have to ride him” he warns her in a deep voice.

‘’That’s a rule?’’ she legitimately is surprised when he nods ‘’yes” but this state doesn’t last long. There’s something about him. Making her want to do things usually she doesn’t do. Making her desperate for any of his attention. In a crowded bar, there’s no space to figure out what it is. She has to take him somewhere where they could explore each other.

Without hesitation, she looks him deeply in the eyes and once again reaches for his cowboy hat. This time he doesn’t stop her. She’s a big girl, she knows what she’s doing. Still, the pupils in his eyes get wider at her action. When the hat, his hat, takes a place on her head he’s ready to fuck her right there. Luckily for him, she already has a plan.

‘’You drove here, right?”

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Even with the thick fabric of her jeans, she can feel his hands digging into her cheeks. There’s so much power and strength in the movement but it doesn’t hurt at all. He must have done it many times before. Every grind sends a shiver down her spine, making her more impatient to have any skin-to-skin contact.

She goes for the checkered shirt, throwing it somewhere to find later on one of the seats. It gives her nothing. He’s wearing a black top underneath it. A curse escapes her mouth when she tries to pull the fabric out of his pants. It makes him laugh quietly. So desperate, so pretty and needy. All of this is his for now.

His hand grabs both of her wrists, stopping her trying to make him less covered. Slowly, with one hand, he undoes the belt with some ridiculously big buckle. Her, now almost all black, eyes following every move. When the metal hits the floor, she can see a glimpse of a bulge forming underneath the denim. Mentally she’s preparing herself for a ride like she never had before.

It comes faster than she suspected. In the limited space of the old truck, he manages to lay her down on the backseats. There’s no awkwardness or wobble in his actions. Such a little detail, but it makes her even more excited. He also has little trouble removing her pants which makes her a little embarrassed that she couldn’t deal with him earlier. Luckily she doesn't have a single moment to overthink this. Wet lips and the delicate pinch of his mustache are a perfect distraction.

The higher he gets the more she has to stop herself from hurrying him. The walk from the bar to the truck seemed long, it’s nothing compared to the trail he’s taking now. But he gets there, exactly where she wants him. Only now that he tears her underwear she feels like he’s desperate for her too.

There’s no hesitation in his actions. He practically dives into her pussy, drinking all that she’s unwittingly willing to give him. All of her just for him.

‘’Fuck, don’t stop!” every sentence that leaves her mouth makes him go faster. It’s a never-ending circle until she lets out a scream that someone in the bar for sure could have heard. Delicate kisses on her thighs are too much. But she has no strength to tell him to stop, the blissful explosion took over her body. Slowly she opens her eyes and it is then that she notices that all the windows are steamy.

They’re just looking at each other. Two strangers who’ve met just a few hours before, hypnotized by each other. She can’t stop herself and slowly starts moving towards him, building the anticipation. They finally touch again, her hand on his shoulder when she swings her leg over his lap.

Now, they’re exactly where they should have been. The promise made earlier is happening at that moment. They kiss and it’s slower than any kiss they’ve shared but it’s also more passionate. When lips touch slowly, soaking the moment, it doesn't feel like a one-time thing for any of them.

Once again he guides her hips, addicting her to the feeling she can’t take enough of. It feels perfect and at the same time not enough. She reaches between their bodies and within a moment she’s full of him. The truck is filled with sounds of their pleasure. Quiet moans that couldn’t be kept inside if they’ve tried. Kisses and breaths on the neck add to the addictive feeling. It’s slow, it’s intimate, it’s so much in the best way possible. Until he starts pumping into her faster. Somebody heard them for sure. Maybe steam has covered the windows but the sounds of their pleasure are too loud to hide. The world could be ending and they wouldn’t notice as they start to move together even faster.

She might be screaming at this point, but it doesn't matter. The hot coil growing in her is the only thing she cares about. He comes first, filling her with as much as he can. As his orgasm slowly dies he has a perfect view. Her body stretched right in front of him. Delicious breast bouncing as she chases her own pleasure. He still guides her and adds to it by kissing every inch of her skin he can. It doesn't take much. Few circles around her nipple and she’s screaming even louder.

There’s not a lot of space but somehow with the explosion inside of her, she’s afraid to fall. She holds to his broad shoulder for her life as she slowly gains consciousness.

They sit body to body as their breaths return to normal pace. Once again their stares connect and there’s that unspoken agreement that this wasn't the last time they’ve seen each other.

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morganayourone

3 months ago

Illustration of Wolverine and Nightcrawler of the X-men in the style of a vintage circus poster. Logan holds Kurt over his head with one hand in a gymnastic style pose. Kurt balances on Logan’s hand by the hip, resting one hand on Logan’s shoulder and raising the other over his head. They stand in front of an orange and yellow background with bold yellow and blue lettering that reads ‘The Incredible Nightcrawler & Wolverine.’

I just think it’s been a while since we’ve had a circus x-men comic…

(Reposted with edits to the lettering because more than one person read it as ‘edible’ and they were right 😂😂)

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morganayourone

9 months ago

#NEEDTHAT

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morganayourone

4 months ago

Move Berry, my pose is his to complete🏃💨🚓

just discovered the existence of this photo and I may never be the same again 🥵🥵

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morganayourone

5 months ago

LOUDER !🗣🗣🗣🗣

Biker! Logan who spends his days traveling on the road but always seems to find his way to a specific diner with a specific waitress because unlike other places she smiles when he walks in and doesn’t hold him in contempt for being what he is.

Biker! Logan who always makes sure he has a nice tip for her at the end of the night, who stays with her until closing because he knows the area is kinda shady and he can smell the fear on her even if she plays the part of the brave employee.

Biker! Logan who tells her stories of his travels while she sits enraptured, never having left her small little town. One day she asks if he could take her for a drive someday, and his answer?

“Why not now, darling?”

Biker! Logan who swings you into his iron beast with one arm, careful to make sure you’re comfortable. He doesn’t miss how wide your eyes get at the display of strength, an impressive swell of pride in his chest.

Biker! Logan who is far, far too on edge when your arms wrap around his waist, when your body leans against his back, when he can smell your body wash every time you move.

Biker!Logan who has to end the drive early, managing to drop you off at your house while being grateful it’s dark enough that you can’t see his hard-on pressing against his jeans.

Biker!Logan who falls asleep with his nose buried in his jacket, inhaling the remnants of your scent as he fists his cock, damn near animalistic as he imagines it’s you stroking him.

Biker!Logan who makes it a regular habit of taking you out on a drive, relishing in your soft hands on his body, then cumming his brains out at the thought of fucking you on his bike.

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morganayourone

2 months ago

Firsr up, as he is rather short(5 feet and smth), he might have a secret thing for wayyy taller women.

Second headcanon, he tried footwear with built-in standers to make him seem taller but they got uncomfortable and trully embarassed him.

tiny people problem

logan is around 5 feet tall, yes?

assuming the shelves at the supermarket is over 6 feet tall, our little tough man can't reach the top shelves for his maple syrup.

he has obviously tried to use a plastic stool but it broke cause of his weight

so, what does he do?

if ororo is free he gets her to tag along, if not her.... maybe scott ...because he's reasonable and not gonna tease the shit out of logan like other's will cause they are waiting for the moment of weakness to appear, to strike, for all the teases and snark logan has blessed them over the years.

if those 2 are not present for whatever UN-meeting-or-peace-coordinating-mission reasons, ....and if he's feeling petty ..... for a certain blond telepath calling him mean mean untrue things ..... and maybe mind controlling him a few times....

next time logan is seen leaving a grocery store, he has all the top shelf items, looking fashionable in one of emma's corsets and earrings, in tight pair of pants, strutting along with the cart in her 12 inch stripper heels.... ;-)

( heee hee heee! )

if you have silly headcanons, reblog and comment!!

:-) :-)

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morganayourone

9 months ago

Older bf logan who loves seeing how many times he can make you cum on his tongue until you start crying from how good it feels 🫣

tw: smut, f!reader, oral (f receiving), praise, squirting, overstim, logan having a crying kink, age gap, slight subspace. mdni/+18.

his tongue has been lapping at you for what feels like hours, face pressing messy against your skin as he growls into you. you're twisted up in a way you didn't think capable until dating logan, his grips pressing your thigh open wide.

you've leaked all over the man, legs still weak from squirting a handful of minutes ago. the sight was divine, logan unable to stop himself from diving his tongue to coast across after witnessing the sight.

your boyfriend's stare shines a wild gleam at your choked-out gasps, peeking up to get a look at the tears welling in your eyes.

"just one more, sweetheart," logan begs through a mumble, lips barely moving from their sucking of your swollen clit. your back arches at the following strokes of the flat of his tongue, gaze growing blurry with a fresh round of tears. "be good, 'n gimme one more, alright?"

despite its exhaustion, your body gives into logan easily. it's as if he possesses complete control of you, your pleasure cemented to whatever flick his fingers or tongue chooses to carry out against you. pussy pulsing and face pouting, you ripple with your orgasm and mewling sobs that roll logan's eyes to the back of his head.

you're too out of it to notice the older man retreating from your legs, planting kisses all the way up to your bit-swollen lips. his face and beard are practically soaked as he coos at you, fingers wiping at the damp skin of your cheeks.

"that's my good girl," logan praises over your blubbers, rolling to his side to scoot you in his arms. you clutch at him tightly, the wave of cries overtaking you stirring up something thick and hard in logan's pants.

god, he loves to see you weep.

send more older bf!logan thoughts!