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she/her 22 (MDNI/18+) (a logan side blog that has somehow become my main ?) @softepiloguemylove

[lostinlovingrevery]

The more I read your fics the more I want so suck Old Man Logan's Balls till he's soft and then just clean him again and repeat the process. He would be whiny and sensitive while I ride him raw.

What-

Who said that?

Raw

Old man Logan x F! Reader

A/N: ngl i really need that old man to give me a creampie everyday. I feel like it would fix whatever is wrong with me. (or make it worse)

Warnings: SMUT this entire thing is smut. MDNI pretty please?, ballplay, kinda cock and ball worship i guess, blowjobs, you really put this old man through the ringer, unprotected piv, creampie, logan gets kinda subby towards the end

"Didn't expect this type of welcome when I came through the door."

A muffled hum was the only response he got. His head tipped forward to look down at you between his legs. You were suckling on his balls, eyes shut, hands gripping his thighs.

He had texted you that it'd been a shitty day- not searching for pity, or even comfort. Simply you asked how it was and he told you the truth, that he wanted to come home, have a glass (or two, or three) of whiskey, and maybe you sit on his lap (or cock) all pretty like. He left that part out though- old age has made him a bit more self conscious when it came to seeking out sex or comfort from you- his much younger companion, made him a bit shy in a way he'd never been before.

It seems that you knew him all too well though. He knew better than to be surprised. You always knew what he wanted- what he needed.

The moment he walked through the door, his aching muscles protesting every move. You were on him fast. Before he could even realize what you were doing. Lips pressed against his, your teeth nipping and pulling at his bottom lip as you began to undress him.

First his jacket, then his shirt- painstakingly undoing every button without ripping it apart before yanking it off him. Then his belt, his shoes, pants, and briefs were discarded with the ever growing pile of clothes on the floor.

You pushed him onto the couch. He barely begun to register your kisses, when you started fondling his flaccid cock and balls. He gets embarrassed every time it takes him a minute to "wake up" the little Wolverine but you seem to actively enjoy watching him get hard. You would stroke him, softly, slowly, a shine in your eye as the blood begins to rush down there and he begins to throb and grow.

He wasn't fully hard yet when you dropped to your knees and dipped low, lapping at his balls and sending a tingling sensation up his spine. Your nosed pressed into the space between his cock and balls as you wrapped your lips completely around one and sucked. Your tongue fondled the sack, exploring the wrinkles and creases his weary skin formed as if you were trying to map out and memorize every beautiful inch of him.

At this point you do this for your enjoyment- He's just a benefactor.

"Feel so damn good my love...." He groans, his hand sliding into your hair, intertwining his fingers into it until he had a decent grip. "You enjoy taking care of ya old man, don't you?"

A moan escaping your throat reverberated over him, causing his hips to thrust forward. His cock was fully erect now- resting against your face alongside the bridge of your nose while you suckle on him. You opened your eyes, a mischievous look coming across your face as you pulled off with a pop.

You rest your cheek against his thigh, a hand coming up to fondle his balls again.

"Tell me about your day baby." You cooed softly as you looked up at him. You gently squeezed his sack- creating just the right amount of pressure for him, before tapping your fingers along the bottom of his scrotum in a loose rhythm.

He tipped his head back, adam's apple bobbing along his throat as he swallows- the stimulation did more than he expected- he could feel his release building in the pit of his belly, his cock throbbing every time your fingers cupped him, your thumb pressing into his taint. Your spit left behind acted as lube as you continue messing with him, gentle, playful.

"Hm?" You hummed, signaling for him to answer.

A small scoff escaped his throat. "Filled with assholes like usual." He mumbled. Your giggles reached his ears, sending a flutter through him. You always had a way to make him feel better. Your voice, your laugh, and yes- your touch. You moved your head closer to his hips, your breath fanning across his cock straining in the air. He swallowed, eyes falling shut as he adjusted his hips to get closer- he wanted more from you, wanted to feel those pretty lips wrapped around him and feel your throat get tight around his cock.

"Any fun stories?"

"There was a drunk pissing on my car."

"Oh dear…."

Logan laughed, a real hardy laugh, that turned into a coughing fit. Your hand came up to his chest, sitting up as you watched him with concern until he stopped.

"You okay?"

"Fine." He mumbles, bringing a hand over yours. "Didn't ruin the mood did I?"

You smiled, lowering yourself back over his belly, pressing soft kisses as you moved downwards. "You? Never…"

He felt your lips pressed along his hips, pecking kisses that moved closer and closer to where he needed you most- but never quite reaching. Small grunts escaped him, the buildup in his belly had his thighs trembling but that final push he needed never came. You kept him right on the edge, looking at him with bright eyes with that shine in them that told him to wait, all good things come with patience.

and that it did.

You moved down to suck on his balls again, taking one sack into your mouth. His hair tickled your nose but you didn't stop. Your hand that was caressing his thigh finally grasped his cock and you began to stroke him, a few tugs before you clasped his tip, running circles of it as pre-cum lube your hand. His whiny moans graced your ears, his hips moving on it's own accord and his hand tightened in your hair as he pushed you further against his cock and grinds against your face. His cock pressed into your cheek, rubbing along your face as he lets out breathy whines and groans- desperate for relief.

He finally came, spilling over your hand and cheek as you felt his balls tighten and his cock pulse around your hand. You didn't let up even as he softened, instead finally turning your attention to his softening cock and sucking him clean, ignoring the mess that was on your face and sent him even more over the edge.

"Oh- shit-" He gasped, mouth falling open. "Sweetheart-" His voice rumbled, but you didn't stop. Just opened your eyes to look up at him. He'd become flush and sweaty, chest heaving as you continued sucking him off and licking him clean. His cock twitched again, and he felt the steady rush of blood rushing through again.

You repeated everything, not once, but twice more. His voice had become whinier, losing that deep pitch that tells you he's completely lost control. His hands had a vice grip on your hips- but didn't stop you from lowering over his cock.

"Oh fuck-" He hissed. You smiled as you seated yourself over him, your walls fluttering around his cock and making his eyes rolls back. Gently you took his hands off you, holding his wrists to pin them against the couch.

"Feeling better?" Your voice was sickly sweet. You leaned in to press a kiss to his lips that he could barely return before you started to ride into his lap. He let out a shaky breath, somewhere in his head telling him that this was ridiculous- that he was supposed to make you come undone, not the reverse. You seemed to read his mind. "Just relax tough guy." You leaned into his ear, nipping at it. "Take a load off."

The implication wasn't lost on him, as he managed a smirk while you giggled at your joke. Then you moved over his cock again and he quickly lost himself. Everything felt white hot as you rode him, every drag of your pussy along his cock sent a sharp, tight, almost painful sensation through him.

You took your time with him, dragging out every feeling. He was panting, body tensing under you, sweat beading his forehead. Small whines made you smile wider, watching his every reaction. As his hips began thrusting upwards to meet with yours. You lifted yourself off him, your pussy lingering over his tip.

He gasped, watching you circle your hips over him, his sensitive tip rubbing against your entrance but never fully inside. His nails dug into the skin of your thighs, doing everything he could not slam up into you- he didn't know why he was practicing so much self-restraint. He's always been a man who takes what he wants.

Yet with you…He didn't need to take, you gave it to him. Your kindness, your love, your silly jokes that you text him throughout the day so he doesn't lose his shit. You knew, him you knew what he needed- and you gladly gave it.

You leaned forward to capture his lips in a searing kiss, your hands climbing into his hair, digging into his scalp, tugging his head back and ripping him from your lips, you teeth grazing his bottom lip as he gasped.

"What do you want baby?" You cooed. Your voice was low, seductive, like honey. It made his cock twitch.

"I want you.." He mumbled.

"and what do you want me to do?…"

You slowly began grinding over his cock. He let out a soft whimper, his eyes hazy with lust, desperation.

"Take care of me." He whispers. No hesitation, no embarrassment at his words- he came to accept a long time ago that maybe, maybe it was okay to let someone in.

You smiled, pecking his lips before settling yourself over his cock again. Your walls clenched around him tight, the deeper he went. He saw a flicker in your. collected expression, you were beginning to lose your own composure.

You moved your hips up and down, hands resting on his scarred chest where your fingers dragged through the silver hair that covered it. The overstimulation his cock felt faded away, the tight pleasure now dipping into something warm and free.

His arms wrapped around you, pulling you against his chest. His sweaty forehead pressed against yours as hardy grunts and sweet moans escaped the both of you.

"Logan-" You hands slid up his chest, cradling his face. "Cum for me baby,"

Just from your words, his hips thrusts forward deep inside and you felt him fill you up. You finally allowed yourself your own release, gushing around his cock. The tight pulsing sensations dragged his own finish on longer, subtle thrusts as he choked out your name.

You fell against him, head on his shoulder while you both attempted to catch your breath. When you felt his breathing go back to normal, the hammering of his heart slowing down- your hand slid up and down his chest soothingly, leaving your head on his shoulder. You still sat over his now flaccid cock, not yet pulling out even as your feel his cum dribbling down your thigh. You weren't quite done for the evening yet, but your old man needed a break.

"Ready for that glass of whiskey?" You hummed in his ear.

[sceletaflores]

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ᯓᡣ𐭩 ANON SAYS: I saw a text post and it said something to the effect of him telling you to watch your mouth if you swear when he’s railing your brains out and this made me think of Logan IMMEDIATELY.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 CW: 18+ SMUT MDNI, FEM!READER, established relationship, swearing, smoking, p in v, rough sex, riding, dumbification, degradation, pussy pronouns, logan howlett has a pain kink, god he talks so much shit mid-sex UGHH i hate him, belly bulging, size kink, creampie, porn w/o plot, no use of y/n.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 NAT’S NOTE: everyone needs to thank this anon for single handedly making logan howlett relevant to the blog again. this ask came in my inbox and i genuinely had to set my phone down and just take a lap. i know i don’t really go here anymore but…hope y’all love it!

dividers by me! inspo from love @saradika-graphics!

logan teaches you a lesson…

Logan Howlett is big on manners.

You'd never know it by looking at him. He’s all grit, all sharp edges. You know him too well by now, you can see through all the gruff scowling and machismo.

The man’s old school. He doesn’t like when people interrupt or speak out of turn. Doesn’t like when people whine, or chew with their mouth open, or show up late. He’s got rules, standards. Expectations.

“Say please.”

“Get your elbows off the table.”

“Sit up straight.”

Logan was raised in time where you stood when a lady entered the room, said your pleasantries, and got your mouth washed out with soap if you dared to let a swear slip.

He’s also the biggest fucking hypocrite on the planet.

Even with your tits bouncing in his face, your pussy fluttering around the base of his cock as you ride him hard enough to shake the cheap motel bed frame, he still has the audacity to correct you.

“Fuck–Logan, god, you’re so fucking big–”

A hand slaps your thigh, enough to sting. Not too hard. Not too soft—just right. You moan at the warmth blooming along your skin, rocking down harder on him like it’s a reward.

“Watch yourself.” The cigar in Logan’s mouth bobs up and down as he talks, the cherry red tip burning brighter when he takes another slow drag. 

You’ve got both hands splayed out on his hairy chest, the metal of his dog tags clinking together with every bounce. There’s sweat beaded across your brow, dripping down your temple and the length of your spine.

The burn in your thighs is nothing compared to the stretch of him. Thick, hot, pulsing inside you like he owns your pussy, like he’s just gonna sit back and let you fuck your own brain right out of your pretty little head and feel no guilt about it.

The room smells like smoke and sex and something else that’s entirely him.

Logan is leaned up against the scratched headboard, all tan skin and rippling muscle. He’s not even sweating. Smoke curls up past his nose, eyes half lidded, watching you with that dangerous smirk like he’s letting you ride for your sake, not his.

He’s come twice already. You can feel it, the gooey warmth flooding out of your abused hole to drip down the length of his cock and soak the scratchy sheets beneath you. The creamy ring around the base sticks wetly to your drenched folds as you start grinding your hips in slow circles.

Logan hums, another thick plume of smoke flowing from his lips. “Feel’s good, huh?”

His free hand falls to clutch at your hip—a big, strong palm that could crush your pelvis to dust if he wanted to.

You whine, more high pitched than you mean to. “Yes, feel’s so good.”

You moan helplessly, trying to lift yourself again, trying to slam back down. It’s hard—he’s too fucking big, too thick, every drag of him against your insides dizzying and deep, like he’s rearranging something important.

Your head tips back. You swear you can feel him in your belly. And you know he can too, because that big hand drags up from your waist to press flat right over the bulge in your stomach.

“There,” he mutters, rubbing circles into your skin like it soothes the ache instead of making it worse. “That where I’m sittin’, baby?”

You whine, a pathetic sound clawed from the back of your throat. Your hips finally start to rise and fall faster, impaling yourself on the thick length of his cock again and again. The sound of your pussy sucking him in deeper has your ears burning, the wet noise of your slick bouncing off the walls.

You try to nod, but it comes out more like a trembling jerk of your chin. You nails dig little crescent moons into the firm muscle of his pecs, pressing down on the skin until it’s white and threatening to break under your touch.

“Answer me,” Logan rasps, voice thick with smoke and that low growl that never really goes away. “Where am I?”

“In my belly,” you gasp. “Shit, Logan–”

Another sharp slap lands across your ass, this one loud, echoing off the walls of the motel room. You yelp, clenching hard around him.

“What’d I say about that mouth?” he snarls, not even bothering to take the cigar out of his teeth. “You know I don’t like you swearin’ like a goddamn sailor when I’m bein’ so nice and lettin’ you get off.”

You whimper, hips stuttering as he grabs a handful of your ass, spreading you wide. “M’sorry,” you breathe, eyes glassy and wide, “jus’—jus’ feels too good—can’t think.”

He grins around the cigar. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. Dumb little thing can barely ride without losin’ her damn mind.”

Logan plants his feet on the mattress, thrusting up hard. Once. Twice. Three times.

It knocks the air from your lungs, a moan getting trapped in the back of your throat as you collapse against his chest. You bury your nose in the space where his neck meets his shoulder, eyes screwed shut. “Fuck–”

“You say ‘fuck’ one more time, sweetheart,” he warns tersely, leaning over to drop the cigar into the ash tray resting on the nightstand. His rhythm doesn’t even falter, doesn't stutter in the slightest. “And I’m puttin’ you on your back.”

You smirk, even through the daze, even with your mouth hanging open and drool threatening to slip from the corner. You lean in closer, enough to speak directly into his ear, hushed and sugary sweet. “Fuck me, Logan.”

The moment shatters like you took a hammer to a pane of glass.

The next second, the world tilts and you’re flat on your back. 

Logan’s body blankets yours, his skin white hot where it drags against your own. Those heavy, metal laced bones press you into the mattress so tightly that you can only lay there and take it.

“I said watch your fuckin’ mouth,” he growls, voice like gravel, like it’s been dragged over a hot engine. His hand slaps down hard on your ass, makes your hips jerk forward and your moan catch in your throat. “Usin’ language like that when I’m bein’ so nice to you? That isn’t the sweet girl I know.”

He feels even bigger like this, his cock carving a place for itself inside you so deep you can feel it in your throat. You can feel the fat head pounding against your cervix, the thick vein running along the side dragging across that special bundle of nerves inside you that have your nails raking angry red welts down his back.

You can feel the tacky beads of blood slicking the tips of your fingers before his skin knits itself back together. 

Logan groans at the feeling of it, at the pain. His hands tighten around your hips as he thrusts impossibly faster. Impossibly harder. The lewd slap of skin on skin is all you can hear, loud and sticky with sweat and slick and pre-come.

“Count ‘em for me, baby,” he breathes against your skin, fever hot lips brushing the lobe of your ear with every word. “You’re a big girl. Show me what that smart mouth can do.”

You can’t think, can’t talk. You can hardly breath around the choking pleasure, your thighs pressed to your shoulders restricts your breathing enough to make you feel lightheaded in all the best ways.

“Cat got your tongue, baby?” He drags his cock out halfway, the head catching just enough to make your walls flutter and your toes curl, before slamming back in with enough force to jolt your whole body up the mattress. “Come on, now. Count.”

Your brain fizzes like static, like all the lights in your head got knocked loose and the wiring’s melting. Logan’s cock keeps pounding into you, each thrust punching a weak little noise from your throat, but you try. 

You try, because he told you to. And that’s what good girls do.

“One.” The word bubbles up raw from your chest, broken and wet and needy.

Logan fucks into you hard.

“T-two.”

“That’s it,” he coaxes, grinning like the devil, like he owns you. And maybe he does—because you don’t know where you end and he begins anymore. Your body’s his to play with, his to use.

Another thrust, hard enough to sting the skin of your ass.

“Three, ah! Logan, please–”

The edge is so close, so sharp. You’re trembling all over, eyes glassy and unfocused as he presses his palm back against the slight bulge in your stomach, grinding the heel of his hand down until you feel like you’re gonna burst.

“You’re takin’ it so fuckin’ good,” Logan growls, and this time it’s not mocking—it’s reverent. “So fuckin’ deep. Look at you. Stuffed full of cock and still cryin’ for more.”

You clench around him at that, tight and involuntary.

“Oh, you like that?” He grins, eyes gleaming wicked. His teeth, sharp and biting, nip along the side of your neck. Bright red marks lay claim to your skin, you know they’ll be a deep, blotchy purple come morning. “That dumb little pussy squeezin’ on me like she’s tryin’ to keep me. Like she don’t already got all of me.”

You nod again, desperate. Sloppy. Mouth hanging open.

He leans in, foreheads touching, breath mingling. “You want it, baby? Want me to come again in this soaked fuckin’ pussy? Fill you up good?”

You make some pathetic, strangled noise in the back of your throat that could’ve meant yes, could’ve meant please, could’ve meant I love you—but all it earns you is a low groan from Logan as he starts fucking you even harder.

“Better not waste it,” he pants, his heavy balls slapping against your ass. “You wanna act like a dumb slut, you take it like one too.”

You’re already gone.

Everything inside you coils and then unravels all at once, your orgasm tearing through you so violently you scream. You wail like it hurts, like you’re scared, like it’s the first time you’ve ever come in your entire life.

You crest over the edge hard, your orgasm tearing through you so violently your whole body seizes. You scream his name, thighs quaking as your pussy clamps down around him like a vice.

Logan doesn’t stop. Doesn’t even slow. Just chases his own high through the tight, spasming grip of your pussy, snarling against your throat as he thrusts through your aftershocks.

Your name falls from his lips like a prayer. Over and over. Each time a little more hoarse. A little more broken.

Logan hisses, the muscles in his back tightening under your calves. “Jesus Christ, you’re squeezin’ me so tight—gonna milk me fuckin’ dry—”

With one last hard thrust, he buries himself in you as deep as he can and groans into your neck like he got shot.

He snarls when he comes, biting down into your neck like you’re prey and he’s more beast than man. You swear you feel it flood you, hot and thick, leaking out around his twitching cock before he even pulls out.

Your body shakes under his, legs locked around his shoulders, hips twitching helplessly as the last embers of your own orgasm fizzles out to smoke.

“Such a messy girl,” he murmurs, rocking into you even after you’ve gone limp, chasing every last drop of heat he can push into you. “Took it so fuckin’ good, baby. So proud of you.”

You whimper something that might be his name, might be gibberish, but it makes him smile.

Logan finally pulls out with a wet, obscene noise—and you can feel the mess of it, sticky and messy, dripping down between your thighs.

You gasp, hips arching slightly as the emptiness throbs.

He just laughs, low and warm. He falls onto his back beside you with a content huff, chest rising and falling with every quick breath.

“Now,” Logan mutters, eyes glittering with satisfaction, “you gonna watch that mouth, or am I gonna have to fuck the rest of the attitude outta you?”

You grin, slow and sly, voice wrecked and syrupy. “Fuck no.”

He growls—and just like that, he’s on you again.

MINI NAT'S NOTE: oh logan howlett how i've missed you. thank you again anon for sending this ask in, your mind is so beautiful and so big and i wish i could kiss it.

thank you so much for reading, love you!

[coocoocachewgotscrewed]

all I can say is: gulp.

[unificsation]

OMG! just thought of this but Logan being able to purr when he feels safe and comfortable and it getting so strong that his chest literally vibrates and him sitting reader on his chest and her getting off on it

AAAAAAA I LOVE THIS (gn!reader, suggestive but SFW)

You have suspicions since the very start.

Like the first time you rode on his bike. It was some innocuous thing that you barely remember—a date you were late to, and him needing to run an errand in the city anyway. After some mandatory teasing about the lucky guy you were going to meet, he was actually being a nice colleague.

Traffic was bad and you hated the idea of being late enough to make your date think he was getting stood up.

"Better hold on tight, then, sweetheart," he said over his shoulder.

You didn't immediately register, and Logan revved, bike lurching forward with a burst of speed. Your body jerked the only direction it could—towards him—and so you found yourself wrapping your arms around his torso.

A raised voice when you scolded him half-heartedly about arriving in one piece. He laughed, the sound rumbling in his chest. You could feel it in yours.

The bike growled again. Motherfucker did it on purpose, the momentum swaying you violently till your chest was pressed against his back.

That was the first time you felt it.

Thought it for a split second before dismissing it, because there was no way he purred.

It must've been the collective grumbles of exhaust pipes in rush hour, the growls of engines forced to a standstill, the engine of the bike you were sitting on.

You couldn't remember what the date was like.

And now, a couple years later, you're humming as you lay on top of Logan. It's a lazy Sunday morning, sun bathing the bedroom of your shared apartment. If you were barely dressed for bed, you are even more exposed now. Logan is the same, shirtless, sweatpants low on his hips.

He couldn't keep his hands off you.

Even now, a big palm rests on your back, stroking down your spine, steady and slow. You lean up, pressing a kiss on the slope of his shoulder.

Then you feel it.

Purring.

A smile on your face when you whisper, voice hoarse. An aftermath of the early morning and the thing you just did with him.

"You seem pleased."

He grunts—the sound for "don't push me" in Logan-speak, but there's no vitriol. His hand moves to your hair, carding through them.

"I like it when you purr. You're like a big cat." You sit up on his chest, both hands snaking up to playfully tug at the tufts of hair that sticks out to the sides of his head. Your movement causes his hand to drift down, fingers finding their home in the curve of your ass.

"Yeah?" he rasps.

You sigh. He looks so good like this, handsome even when half-awake, rays of light mapping the topography of his face. Narrowed eyes. Like a cat in a warm patch of sun.

"Yeah."

You lean down to brush your lips against his. When you part, he chases you, deepening it. The rumble in his chest is unmistakable now, more sensation than sound. You press yourself closer to him, laughing softly when he flips you on your back, hovering above you.

"That's 'cause I am, honey."

When he crashes into you again, he's still purring.

[unificsation]

@readerstories @marshmallowmusing thank you for reblogging 💕

@lostinlovingrevery VANNN THANK YOU LMAO love the reaction image 😩

@coocoocachewgotscrewed us @ quite literally a feral scary big man: kittyyy <3

[coocoocachewgotscrewed]

if not kitty then why kitty shape?

[unificsation]

OMG! just thought of this but Logan being able to purr when he feels safe and comfortable and it getting so strong that his chest literally vibrates and him sitting reader on his chest and her getting off on it

AAAAAAA I LOVE THIS (gn!reader, suggestive but SFW)

You have suspicions since the very start.

Like the first time you rode on his bike. It was some innocuous thing that you barely remember—a date you were late to, and him needing to run an errand in the city anyway. After some mandatory teasing about the lucky guy you were going to meet, he was actually being a nice colleague.

Traffic was bad and you hated the idea of being late enough to make your date think he was getting stood up.

"Better hold on tight, then, sweetheart," he said over his shoulder.

You didn't immediately register, and Logan revved, bike lurching forward with a burst of speed. Your body jerked the only direction it could—towards him—and so you found yourself wrapping your arms around his torso.

A raised voice when you scolded him half-heartedly about arriving in one piece. He laughed, the sound rumbling in his chest. You could feel it in yours.

The bike growled again. Motherfucker did it on purpose, the momentum swaying you violently till your chest was pressed against his back.

That was the first time you felt it.

Thought it for a split second before dismissing it, because there was no way he purred.

It must've been the collective grumbles of exhaust pipes in rush hour, the growls of engines forced to a standstill, the engine of the bike you were sitting on.

You couldn't remember what the date was like.

And now, a couple years later, you're humming as you lay on top of Logan. It's a lazy Sunday morning, sun bathing the bedroom of your shared apartment. If you were barely dressed for bed, you are even more exposed now. Logan is the same, shirtless, sweatpants low on his hips.

He couldn't keep his hands off you.

Even now, a big palm rests on your back, stroking down your spine, steady and slow. You lean up, pressing a kiss on the slope of his shoulder.

Then you feel it.

Purring.

A smile on your face when you whisper, voice hoarse. An aftermath of the early morning and the thing you just did with him.

"You seem pleased."

He grunts—the sound for "don't push me" in Logan-speak, but there's no vitriol. His hand moves to your hair, carding through them.

"I like it when you purr. You're like a big cat." You sit up on his chest, both hands snaking up to playfully tug at the tufts of hair that sticks out to the sides of his head. Your movement causes his hand to drift down, fingers finding their home in the curve of your ass.

"Yeah?" he rasps.

You sigh. He looks so good like this, handsome even when half-awake, rays of light mapping the topography of his face. Narrowed eyes. Like a cat in a warm patch of sun.

"Yeah."

You lean down to brush your lips against his. When you part, he chases you, deepening it. The rumble in his chest is unmistakable now, more sensation than sound. You press yourself closer to him, laughing softly when he flips you on your back, hovering above you.

"That's 'cause I am, honey."

When he crashes into you again, he's still purring.

[coocoocachewgotscrewed]

I love domestic kitty lolo :(

[ddejavvu]

Logan biting the nape of your neck as he takes you from behind ~

this post is 18+, minors dni.

Sex with Logan is an overwhelming thing. He's all muscles and attitude, and even if your job is to just sit there and take it, he somehow manages to overload your brain.

It's happening now, where all of your brainpower is being used to make sure your knees don't buckle and send you face-down into the carpet. He's taking you from behind, his cock pounding in and out of your hole so roughly that without his form draped over you, you'd be knocked around. As it is, his heft holds you in place, and your thighs shake with the pressure of holding his weight up as well as your own.

He's panting in your ear, his breath hot against the side of your face. His beard scrubs at your skin, rawing it and leaving it pinkened and irritated in its wake. He rocks his hips, in and out, in and out, in and out, and with every thrust you're pushed forwards, and your screaming muscles are tested.

"Come on, take it," He grunts, "What, are you trying to get away from me?"

You whimper at the accusation, "You're- ah! You're heavy! I'm- I'm tired, it feels so good and I just want-"

"-to lay down? This isn't naptime, sweetheart." Logan sneers, nosing at the nape of your neck as your skin slaps against his, "The least you can do is-" He pants, the breath coming out in a guttural groan, "-take what I'm giving you."

You're trying. You really are, but there's only so much you can take, and you yearn to let your limbs go limp and collapse against the mattress even if it would suffocate you.

"Don't you dare." Logan snarls, watching as your hand shifts an inch over the sheets. The prodding of his nose becomes the sharp scraping of his teeth, and he bites into your thin, tender flesh to tear a cry from your trembling lips.

He's surely leaving indents in your flesh, but the pain sears hotly enough to make you buck backwards into him, plunging him even further into your hole. It means that your brain goes static, no thoughts of resistance persisting because no thoughts of anything persist. Gone are the urges to lay down, gone is the reminder that his body is five times heavier than yours, gone is everything inside of your head. In its place is snow, fuzzy and soft, and you hang your head to welcome it in.

"That's right, go stupid." Logan encourages wryly, kissing performatively at one of the divots his teeth left in your neck, "Can't bitch if you can't think."

[coocoocachewgotscrewed]

a girl can dream… he makes my brain go quiet

[mcrdvcks]

congratulations!!! headcanons for logan who’s dating a person who loves to sleep 😭😭 like naps everyday up late at night sleeping in type of person (me) LMFAOOOO

you’re awesome thank you for feeding us always ❤️🙏🙏

at first, i though this might've been something i sent myself because you just described me TO A T!!! i have chronic insomnia and chronic fatigue, so the second i wake up, i'm already tired. it's why i love summer break, i can wake up whenever i want, and then after a few hours, take a long nap, lol

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warnings/tags: sleepy!reader, soft!logan, protective!logan, fluff!

At first, Logan doesn’t get it. He’s used to being up at dawn, out the door, running five miles before the sun hits the treetops. So finding you still passed out with a blanket over your head at 11am? Wild.

Most of it’s not completely your fault. You have insomnia and you’re a night owl.

He doesn’t say anything the first time he finds you curled up, drooling, mid-nap on the couch in the middle of the afternoon. But he stands there for a solid minute, arms crossed, just watching you with a small, crooked smile.

Logan has learned your routine (if you could even call it that). You wake up at 11, have breakfast, do some work. Then by around 2 o’clock you’re heading back to bed for a 3-4 hour nap.

He’s always the big spoon in the morning—because you’re still unconscious and wrapped up in the comforter like a cinnamon roll. So he just tucks in behind you and buries his face in your hair until you start stirring.

He secretly loves when you fall asleep on him. Whether it’s movie night, after a mission, or just a lazy day—you curled against his chest, soft breaths warming his collarbone? He goes still as stone and refuses to move until you wake up naturally.

He’s extremely protective of your nap time.

“Hey—Y/N’s sleepin’. Shut it.”

“Don’t even think about knockin’ on that door.”

“No, you can’t borrow the vacuum right now, Scott. Pick a different day to annoy me.”

He learns that waking you up is a delicate process. Gentle voice. Warm hand on your back. A whispered, “C’mon, sweetheart. Just for a sec.”

Over time, you start noticing the subtle ways he encourages your sleep habits: The blackout curtains. The space heater by the bed. A new, softer pillow that “just showed up” one day. The fact that he’s already made the bed when you crawl into it after midnight.

And if he ever catches you fighting sleep—dragging yourself around the house, yawning every five seconds—he just sighs, scoops you up, and grumbles, “quit bein’ stubborn. You need rest. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

After a while, he stops pretending to be annoyed by your sleep habits. Instead, he builds his day around them. He’ll go do his workout, run errands, finish a Danger Room session—and still make it back in time to sneak into bed with you during your 2 p.m. nap.

He becomes a nap convert. Not because he needs it, but because you’re there. You’re warm, soft, and smell like his T-shirt and lavender lotion. It’s addictive.

He lives for mornings when you’re half-asleep and clingy. You drape yourself over him like a blanket, bury your face in his chest, and mumble incoherent sleepy nonsense. He just kisses the top of your head and grunts happily. “You’re real sweet when you’re unconscious, y’know that?”

You once mumbled “don’t leave” in your sleep when he got up to grab something. He sat back down immediately and didn’t move for the next hour. Just stared at you like a lovesick idiot.

If anyone ever gives you shit for “wasting the day,” Logan shuts that down fast. “She does more in her dreams than most of you do awake. Leave her be.”

[benispunk]

logan who doesn’t listen to what we could call stereotypical girl music but then he’s in his car driving by himself and kiss me (by sixpence none the richer) comes on and he can’t bring himself to change it cause he just thinks of you and then he comes home humming the music until he finds you and kisses you

[viviale]

𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓 who says “i love you” way too early. you have been dating for a few weeks, barely a month at this point. and yet, every kiss leaves him starstruck, brown eyes hazy as he observes you living from right beside you. how he admires you! his feelings are all over the place and he has a hard time understanding them. but this he knows — it’s too early to declare his love for you. and he didn't mean to, really. it almost scares him when the words tumble out of his lips. did he just say that? he’s frantic, trying to distract you by changing the topic drastically, brushing aside the careless comment. logan howlett who tries to be casual about his unplanned confession but fails dramatically. because he can not hide the gentle glimmer in his eyes and the way his gaze softens whenever he looks at you. it’s painfully obvious — he really does love you. a lot. the thing is, he says it as soon as he realizes. it’s that part that takes him years. logan is utterly oblivious, unused to his own heartbeat, having ignored it for so long. we’re talking countless missions side to side, evenings spent in a sanctuary you build moment by moment. logan who endures an eternity of pining to realize he wants to, needs to be with you, but once he knows, he's quick to inform you about it. logan who has always been a blunt man. a lonely man, too. his life is unlimited, but he’d hate himself for wasting time he could have spend with you instead.

[itsmemuffy]

Playing House (part one)

Contents: Old Man!Logan x fem reader, fluff, hurt/comfort, descriptions of bodily harm, tending to wounds, non-sexual nudity, alcohol use, faux infidelity, domesticity, lots of kisses 💋

Summary: A mysterious not-so stranger finds himself at your doorstep time and time again.

Author's Note: I've decided this version of him signs his initials after each text like a boomer. Also this is my first Old Man!Logan fic ♡

It was an especially dark evening. Not a cloud in the inky, bottomless sky with the newly minted moon neglecting to offer even a sliver of additional light. The night air was completely still, absent of the slightest breeze. And to your delight, the road home was also completely clear of traffic.

It has just so happened that tonight you had gotten off early from your job. A blessing considering you had been pulling a lot more double shifts as of late. As you turn the corner to your block, you roll down the window and let the crisp air fill your lungs. It was the first time this week you made it home before midnight.

By now, you should of took notice of how the world completely stops whenever he comes around. You mistook the calm before the storm for tranquility.

Everything was lined up for a peacefully boring evening. Dinner was in the oven, candles were lit, and you were already on your second glass of wine when you decided to put on a movie. You chose one you had seen a dozen times before- something predictable to cement the mundanity of this night in with yourself.

The sound of the television drowned out the crunch of your gravel driveway underneath rolling tires. Then, out of nowhere, a notification pops up on your phone:

here. -LH

The river of blood flowing through your veins feels as if it has stilled. Your heart then skips a beat when you hear dragging footsteps at your front door. Logan doesn't knock. He never knocks.

You can chastise the man for showing up to your home at odd hours of the night, but he always waits until you see his message and let him in. From his point of view, this is the only thing seperating himself from a stray dog pawing and scratching at your door.

Logan could wait at your doorstep all night– and has.

Some nights he's luckier than others. There have been instances he would show up to your home at midnight only to sit on the porch until you woke up to use the bathroom at four in the morning. Logan thanks his lucky stars that you checked your phone when you did.

There was no consistency to his visits, either. When he inevitably left, you never knew if it was going to be days or weeks until you saw him again. A few rare instances it would be well over a month without seeing him. This was usually due to something outside of Logan's control. He kept his reasons to himself, leaving you to wonder if the separation was killing him as much as it killed you.

It was.

You had eachother's number, but there was a line- an unspoken boundary- you both shan't dare cross. His life was his own as was yours. From the moment you met, you immediately knew he was a man of many secrets. Still, you found yourself drawn to him.

At first it might have been the sense of danger that lit a fire within you. Between the cycle of work and home, an attractive older stranger was a welcome addition to your monotonous life. You couldn't help but open up that opportunity to let Logan have a spot in it. When you let him know if there is anything you need, you know where to find me, you didn't expect him to take you up on that offer.

The man was reserved, closed-off and kept to himself. Yet here he was, at your mercy time and time again- quietly begging for you to nurse him back to health like a sick puppy.

As soon as you opened the front door, the wide frame of a man slumped forward into your arms. Logan was never one for the dramatics, so you immediately recognized this as something serious. After you struggled to hold up his weight for a few seconds, you collapse with him to your knees. He stayed in your grasp under the buzzing porch light as you both sit in the doorway.

Minutes pass and it lends him enough strength to partially support himself. Joints creak as you force him to stand. Logan held on weakly with an arm around your shoulders as you traversed on wobbly steps toward the living room.

You all but throw him on the couch. Internally, you wince as he crudly flops on his back into the cushions. If you had the strength to support his crushing weight, you would of handled him quite a bit gentler.

It wasn't until you had him inside did you see the state he was in. Maroon patches of dried blood shared space with the lively red on his white button-up. Smears of clay earth stand out against the black backdrop of his slacks.

He leans into your tender touch as you gently maneuver him out of his filthy clothing. Logan watched with blurred vision as you urgently unbuttoned his shirt. Each slight movement intensified the sharp pangs within him, but the feel of the soft pads of your fingers as you care for him was enough to reduce it to a dull ache.

Dark liquor he had gulped down on the way to your place sloshed around in his belly as you turn him to tug down his pants, hitting Logan with a wave of nausea. It took all of his concetration to not hurl on your floor. He remembers a time where he could drink without consequences. Nowadays, his binging always came with a price. Foolish enough to think this indulgence could be his secret, he was ignorant to the fact that you immediately recognized the whiskey on his breath.

You strip him down to his boxers. The familiar softness of the fleece blanket you draped over your couch made contact with his skin as you position him more comfortably. Logan's heart painfully squeezes as you leave his side. A feeble hand grasps at your wrist when you get up.

"I'll be right back, dear," you kneel down to kiss the back of his hand. "I'll be quick, I promise." Logan can't remember the last time someone promised him anything.

He lay limp on your couch, awaiting your return. The flashing colors on the TV screen reflect off his eyes, but Logan doesn't register a single scene from the movie. He is much more focused on tracking your movements. His ears perk up as he hears the metallic clang of the washer door open and close. Your footsteps bring you to the kitchen sink and the faucet runs for a moment.

You return to his side and he immediately felt lighter as you worked a damp washcloth across his chest. The warm water relaxes his muscles as you clean up his wounds. You move to his face where the abrasions are shallower. After accessing the damage, you take a step back.

"What the hell did you get yourself into this time?" You try not to sound accusatory but there was no way he couldn't detect the concern in your voice.

Logan only groans in response. He hasn't said a word to you since he intruded on your night alone. He didn't need to.

"Nevermind. Don't tell me, I don't wanna know," you stand up again, anxiously wringing the rag in your hands. "You're still filthy, I'll run you a shower."

He's left alone again on your couch. Even in his underwear, he feels uncomfortably hot. The affects of his inhebreation starts to fade from his mind, leaving Logan to squirm and shift as his body processed the alcohol.

You let the shower head run for a minute, testing the temperature with your hand. Once the water has reached a desirable warmth, you leave Logan to remove the rest of his clothes and wash himself. He's more mobile now, his regenerative ability assisting him at snail's pace. You let out a sigh of relief but you know that a deeper, more constant pain is working its way beneath the surface.

A timer rings out from the kitchen, startling you. By now you have completely forgotten about dinner. You use the time he's spending in the shower to prepare him, and only him, a plate. Somehow you've lost your appetite.

From the hall, Logan opens the bathroom door. His broad form emerges from the steam like something out of a movie. A towel is wrapped snugly around his waist and beads of water hang off of the dark hair clinging to his chest. There are times you second guess what exactly it is that is keeping you tethered to him. This is not one of those times.

Young and foolish, meet old and reckless.

You dress him in an oversized band tee and colorful novelty boxers- the only articles in your wardrobe that would fit Logan. He begrudgingly puts them on and you remind him you can't wash his clothes any faster.

"Didn't want to come home to your wife all bloodied and bruised, huh?" You chide with a hand on his arm, pulling him into you.

Logan exhales, surrendering into your embrace like he always does. "Fer the last time, don't got'ta wife," he grumbles, voice muffled by your shoulder. His beard prickles at your skin and you giggle at the sensation.

The truth is, you knew very little about Logan's personal life. He told you he took care of his father and that it wasn't the kind of place to take a girl like you home to. Maybe you were foolish enough to believe him. Still, you liked to bust his chops about it.

"Hmm... sure," an obvious smirk creeps across your face as you pull away to look at the man before you. "Would she mind if I kissed it better."

You could never hide what you were thinking from him. That was one of his favorite things about you- an earnestness that the world so often stole from people.

Logan lets out a reluctant chuckle that vibrated against your chest. "I suppose what she doesn't know won't hurt 'er," large hands start to run up and down your back, restoring his own vigor with every second spent in your arms.

He is always willing to participate in your little games. Logan used you like a drug. Just your presence was enough to take his mind somewhere else and now he's found himself starting to get drunk again. By the time your lips are on his, he was already too far gone.

You prepared for a kiss that was tender but quick, not wanting to push Logan in his current physical state. He catches you by surprise when he holds you to him, keeping your mouths locked together until he gets his fill. He takes turns between capturing your top and bottom lip, needily sucking at them between every shallow kiss.

Only do you break the embrace when you need to catch your breath. You lead him to sit back down on the couch, placing a pillow at his back. Once you make sure he's settled, you make yourself comfortable next to him.

Evident in the way you look at him, Logan refuses to meet your eyes with his own. It's almost too much for him to handle- how your eyes follow every inch of exposed skin, struggling to make the ever so dire decision of where on his flesh to worship first.

You lean in and decide to start at his neck, soft lips working at his throat in a flurry of delicate kisses. He maps the trail you are making until you reach with the sensitive spot behind his ear. This is where you run your tongue over and you swear you could feel him shiver.

"Don't tell her I've been feeding you," you nudge the previously prepared plate towards him on the coffee table. "I would be furious if another woman was cooking for my husband."

Logan sighs. The way you've been at his service tonight has been making him slightly uncomfortable. Deep down he knows he doesn't deserve this. He can't handle disappointing you, so he continues to play along.

"Better stop with 'at, wifey says I've been puttin' on some weight," he protests with a glint in his eye. "I reckon she may be gettin' suspicious."

There was a hint of truth hidden in the charade. Charles has been making the occasional comment about his physical state. He made note of the way Logan was filling out his shirts nicely again as opposed to hanging loosely off of him like some sort of biology classroom skeleton.

"Are ya just gonna watch me eat?"

"No I, um..." you looked to the side to avoid his gaze, "I had a late lunch. Spoiled my dinner."

There was no way you were going to vocalize how seeing him in pain affected you- how it twisted up your gut in a heavy knot. Any time you spent with Logan was sacred. For just a single night at a time, no outside concerns should come creeping in.

"How about we get some sleep, yeah? I think that's what be both need more'n anything," Logan affectionately tucked strands of hair behind your ear. He noticed your disappointed expression and took pity. You lived for when Logan complimented your cooking. "Looks delicious, hon. Can't wait to have sum in the morning."

The morning. Oh how you dreaded it. With the sunrise came another day of letting him go. You pushed that concern into the back of your mind, eager to crawl into bed after the long day you've both had.

He places his plate on the counter and waits for you to lead the way into your bedroom. No matter how many times you've let him in, Logan has a creeping fear that one day you'll change your mind and banish his tarnished soul to the couch where he belongs. You start down the hall, looking back at the man and beckoning towards him.

You look like an angel but with his luck, you're probably the devil in disguise- leading him to where he'll be damned for eternity. This doubt dissolves as soon as he finds himself in your bed. Surrounded by everything soft, engulfed by your scent. Yeah, this must be heaven. Suppose he had died tonight, succumbing to his injuries. He would count himself lucky if this is where he ended up.

He watches you from the far side– his side– of the mattress. You stand before your dresser, peeling each article of your work clothes off one by one. The presentation is clumsy as you are eager to change into something more suitable to sleep in. Still, Logan was observing with great interest.

Nothing the finest gentleman's club could offer would compare to the domesticity of you stripping to climb into bed with him. He ignores the slight stiffening between his legs. The man knows he is too tired and weak in his current state to do anything about it. Instead of letting his pride take the hit, Logan counts his blessings. Maybe in the morning he'll be rested enough to take care of your body like you have for him.

You change into a big shirt and a colorful pair of cotton panties- a uniform similar to your temporary lover's. The fact that Logan was wearing your clothes exited you in a way you didn't expect. Sure, just the thought alone incited a warm, fuzzy wave of arousal. More than anything, however, it gave you hope that maybe he was yours. Perhaps the name of your favorite band across his chest was symptomatic of something more.

Your elbows and knees sink into the bed as you crawl your way towards him. He lays on his back and observes you with baited breath. Anticipating your next move always filled Logan's stomach with butterflies. Never in his sober state would he ever come close to acknowledging this feeling, but he's drunk off of your affection. If only he could bottle this sensation and savor it when he was alone.

Dark, hazel eyes stare up at you when climb over him and hold yourself up above his body. You maintain the eye contact, waiting to see who cracks first. After only a few seconds, the corners of Logan's lips twitch upwards and he turns his head to the side to hide the evidence. Knowing he got caught, he lets out a small burst of laughter through his nose. You won in record time.

You lower yourself to lay on top of him where you felt his heartbeat against your own, eventually becoming one integrated rhythm. He strokes your hair as you lay on his shoulder, short nails gently scratching at your scalp.

Despite the events of today putting him through the ringer, he drifts off into the most restful sleep he's had in a long time. Logan knows deep down what this power you hold over him is. This is the kind of safety that could only be achieved by someone loving you as much as you love them.

Yeah, this is love.

[coocoocachewgotscrewed]

this made me cry, he deserves someone who loves him back to health

[lostinlovingrevery]

Playing with old man Logan’s dick, just playing, making it bounce, massaging his balls.. I’m ovulating…

Pretty Toy

Old Man Logan X GN! Reader

Coming home and playing with your toy

A/N: God I wanna play w him so bad...

Warnings: SMUT, MDNI pls :), you play with Logan, descriptions of pee-pee, handjob/blowjob, cum-sharing, playfulness

Logan was already in bed when you got home.

He was in nothing but his boxers, arms behind his head, eyes closed as if he were sleeping, but you could tell by the rise and fall of his chest he wasn't.

He always waits for you to come home, just like you wait for him.

You kicked off your shoes, silently walking over to the mattress, careful not to bump into anything. When you reached the mattress you slowly climbed on, straddling his lap, and leaned forward to press a kiss to his collarbone, up to his neck. He turned his head to look at you, and you pecked his lips.

"Hi."

"Hi." He greeted back, a small smile on his face, his eyes blinking sleepily. "You're a little late." He mumbled.

"Oh, were you waiting up for me baby?" You cooed. He let out a grunt, moving his arms down to your hips. You leaned forward to kiss him again. "You sleepy?"

"I don't get sleepy." He mumbles, eyes closed. You giggle.

"You too sleepy for some fun?"

His eyes shot opened, and a grin grew on his worn face, making you laugh. "That woke you up huh?"

"What kind of fun we talking bout?" He asks. You bit your lip, climbing down him, and he pushed himself up, his elbows bracing him. Your fingers teasingly traced over his boxers. You could see the outline of his dick becoming more and more prominent as you continued to tease him through the fabric.

"The kind you like." You say, you walked two fingers across the outline of his cock, before you reached the hem of his boxer shorts, looking up at him with a cheeky smile, you carefully and slowly pulled his boxers down.

His cock popped out, semi-erect, a small wave of it and you bit your lip observing it. You tilted your head, your eyes observing the veiny girth. His tip, large and becoming redder by the second. A slight curve upwards towards his belly. His balls sat heavy below, slightly wrinkled from his older age. The base of him was covered in curly salt and pepper hair, to match the hair on his head and beard.

"What, you grading me or something?"

You tipped your head back as you settled onto your belly, smiling at him, before winking.

You brought your finger up, playing poking at the erect member, watching it as it swings from your touch. You turn your hand and brush your knuckles up and the down the length, before moving and rapping your fingers along it - slowly becoming more and more fascinated in the way his cock moves from your touch.

Logan watches in amusement as you play with him. Poking and prodding his member. Most times, he'd probably get irritated, tell you to hurry the hell up or simply grab you and make you suck him off and quit with the teasin'. This time, he lets you have your fun; he could see the exhaustion in your eyes and the fact that you still had will to come home and want to be with him, well, he'll endure a little teasing.

"Like your toy?" He grumbles with a quirked brow, as you wrapped your hand around his base. Every touch you give him makes the muscles of his belly flex, making you giggle as you watch his belly jump as you softly brush your fingers up and down his cock.

"Mhm." You nodded, still admiring him length. "It's very pretty."

His face flushed at your comment, as he swallowed- nearly choking on his own spit at your words. He took in a sharp breath, as he felt himself throb slightly. He watched you continued admiring him till your eyes landing back on his balls.

Watching you lean down, you pressed a chaste kiss to each one, before pressing a kiss to the base where they connect. He was losing his composure now- his hands gripping the sheets and white-knuckling them.

You started waving his cock in the wave, bouncing it against his belly- before moving it as if you were using a joystick of an old game station, making "pew pew pew" noises. A warm chuckle came from him,

"Real cute love." He says. You giggle, before bringing your other hand to cup his heavy balls, rolling them across your fingers as you tapped the head of his cock against your lips. He let out a soft groan at the sight. You look up at him sinfully, soft parted lips and eyes full of lust, and he throbs in your hand.

"Pent up baby?"

"Like you wouldn't believe." He grumbles as he looks at you with narrow eyes.

You smile, and gave him a small, delicate stroke up to his tip, where you watched a bead of pre-cum. Slowly at his tip, you gave him another stroke and watch it fill, before slowly becoming too heavy and begins stream down his tip and his shaft.

You watched it with fascination. Similar to an ice cream cone that was beginning to melt. You leaned forward, sticking your tongue out and lapping up the pre-cum, a small moan escaping you as you taste him. Salty, and sweet.

"I taste that good bub?"

"Like a delicacy." You beamed. He let out a laugh. You rested your head on his thigh, still massaging his balls and bouncing them along your fingers, while your other hand began to stroke him slowly. He tipped his head back, a deep rumble escaping his chest.

You still messed with him as you increased the speed of your strokes. Using his pre-cum as a lubricant, a slick noise was repeated throughout the room. You teased him, slowing down, speeding up, bouncing him against your cheek, sucking on his balls, and running your tongue over his Adonis belt

You fisted your hand over his swollen tip, rubbing circles over it with your thumb and watching as pre-cum continously bead, where you gathered with your thumb, tasting it and moaning loudly.

"Fuck." Logan hissed as he watched you. His spread his thighs farther apart, and you noticed a small thrust of his hips, becoming more desperate for his release as you worked over him. You smiled,

You've played with him long enough now.

Lifting your head, you took his tip between your lips, your tongue licking and twirling around his slit as you sucked on him. Your hand gripped him tighter, as you drew out longer strokes. You watched his thighs tremble and opened your eyes to see his worn face, filled with pleasure- his lips parted as he pants, his cheeks burning red, and his eyes heavy- full of desperation.

A grunt escaped him, as he thrust his hips forward and you felt him spasm in your hand, as spurts of cum shot out over your tongue. You heard gasps and whines escape him, his chest heaving as you continued working him through his ecstasy.

He twitched one more time, one last spurt on your tongue, and you felt him lax in your touch. His chest rising up and down, you climbed over him- his cum still on your tongue and lips.

He smiled at the sight of you, despite her exertion. His hand brushed into your hair, pulling you down into a wet, open mouth kiss. Pressing his tongue against yours and sharing the taste of him.

You moaned softly, your lips brushing over his as you talked. "Don't you see how good you taste?"

"Only cause it's got you in it." He mumbles, his fingers softly tracing your scalp, down to your neck. You smiled, kissing him again. "So, whats my grade?"

"Mm....B+"

"B+? The fuck?" He looks at you offended. You giggle.

"I haven't gotten to see the rest of what my toy can do yet." You argue.

He grunted, hands coming to your waist, and flipping you onto your back with him on top. "Alright then. Let's show ya."

[coocoocachewgotscrewed]

it’s so sweet and funny and hot and intimate… this is truly the dream

[lostinlovingrevery]

Cute SMUTTY moments I like to imagine with Logan ~

CAUTION: smut. Lol. Like straight smut and nsfw ideas

-Logan having a bad day, sitting in a chair while he complains about Scott, or Wade, or just some aashole pissing him off. Hes so absorbed in his complaints he didnt notice you pulling all your clothes off, and standing in front of him butt ass naked. His mouth hangs open when he realizes as his eyes take you in.

"Better?"

"Yeah." He nods simply, leaning back in his chair, taking a sip of the whiskey you had handed him too. Spreading his legs and still eyeing you.

-dont worry, he still gets to vent and you listen to him. He just gets to do it with you naked and on his lap.

-Logans thrusting into you and its passionate and clumsy and youre both panting and accidentally bonk your heads, leaving you both giggling, your arms wrapped around each other in a romantic embrace, taking a moment to just kiss and enjoy being together

-lazy sundays (sorry god) where youre both just being naked together in bed, holding each other. His hands explore every part of you as if he hasnt have your whole body mapped out in his head already. Its not so much sexual but more intimate

-messing with his dick. Hes sprawl on the bed and youre between his thighs, playfully jerking him off, and tapping his tip against your lips, giving him teasing kitten licks ams grinning when he groans. Part of him wants you to make him cum already, another part doesnt want you to stop playing with him.

-him coming up to you, his fingers pushing into your jeans, hooking into your panties and lifting, then snapping them against your skin- making you yelp while he grins devilishly.

"Just wanted to see what pair you got on today."

-wearing a dress (esp for plus ladies!) That accentuate your curves and belly. Yknow that cute belly pouch us ladies got? That shit would drive logan insane if youre wearing the right clothes to show that off.

-he sees you in the dress, the lighting just makes you look so damn good, hes pushing you somewhere private to get you both off (the dress stays ON)

-logan would kneed on your tittes or ass when fucking you like deadass.

-surprising him for the first time with lingerie. Omg hes so excited. The way his face lights up like a kid on christmas morning.

-hed probably torture you for an hour because he cant stop looking over how good you look. Hes tracing his fingers over the lace and shape of your body. Hes literally obsessed.

-hes praising you and everything. Calling you pretty girl, how sweet you are to put this on for him. Hes gonna treat you real good for this.

-for girlies with love handles, logan definitely makes good use of those. (Theyre called love handles for a reason 🤭)

-sucking him off and after he cums, you just rest your head on his thigh, your hand running soothingly up and down his other thigh. Its soft and intimate and makes logan feel like you really love him. (You do)

-i made a fic about this but fucking in the shower and then washing each other afterwards. So intimate!!

-the first time you and logan do it, youre so giggly and swooning over him. It ends up being more playful and romantic, which somehow makes it 10 times better. Youre comfortable with each other. Theres a lot of praising here. Logan is smiling like a fool in love over how giggly you are (plot twist he is)

-old man logan. Making him cum, praising his body and soul, giving him sweet kisses over his chest and face while he recovers post-coitus. His eyes shut and hes panting, because he hadnt felt that good in awhile. I want him to feel relief in his body, and know thay i love him ❤️

-dofp (70s and future) logan, yall I want this man to fuck me so hard i black out, he finishes, rolls to the side and lights a cigar while his cum leaks out of me and im shaking violently, and he turns back with his cigar, soothingly rubbing my back and telling me what a good job i did. (Snuggles and praises the rest of the night)

-origins logan, i wanna ride him on the floor of his cabin, while he holds my hips and looks up at me with that lovesick puppy face he makes. Him to whisper how he loves me, and wants us to spend our lives together UGH

-trilogy logan. This man is a mix of desperate sub and mean dom. I want him to fuck me hard into the mattress, hand on my neck- all the while begging me to let him come inside. Telling me im so pretty and he cant hold on much longer. Hes biting your lip, demanding that you cum bc he needs you to so desperately bc he cant finish unless he knows youre taken care of.

-worst logan. I want him to be so rough and mean because he hasnt known a soft touch in ages, only to be so gentle with him and he suddenly melts. Hes slamming into you bc he just has so much anger built in him and then your cradle his face and kiss him softly and he realizes that you really do care, and he slows down, melting into your body as he fucks you hard still, but more lovingly.

-youre wearing a skirt sitting next to logan at a table. He begins to put his hand on your thigh, going on your skirt till he gets to your panties and starts teasing you.

-logan doesnt take baths but then you surprise him with one (youre in it) and suddnely hes asking you everyday if you want to take a bath with him.

-you and logan just fucked and youre getting out of bed to do whatever, and he smacks your ass, a cheeky grin on his face as you yelp and give him a playful scowl

-two can play this game

-next time he gets up, you wind yourself out to smack his butt next, and you do it so hard he actually jumps forward, his hand coming over his cheek where your handprint very quickly faded.

-lets just say youre bent over his lap after that getting punished.

-i said in the fluffy logan scenarios thatll he lay om your titties and ass. Yes.

-hell bite em too

-youre naked on your belly in bed, he comes in and you feel him crawling onto the mattress and then you shout bc you felt his canines sink into your ass cheek, when he then runs his tongue over to soothe it. You glare at him but he doesnt notice bc now hes snuggling his face against your cheek. Does that little head shake to get comfy and content sigh too. What a dork.

-he'll bite your titties too. Its cuteness aggression.

-logan just bites a lot.

-sucking him dry. Like so dry his regenerative factor hasnt kicked in and hes just sprawled out on the bed nearly comatose and you climb up and kiss the tip of his nose and snuggle into his chest.

-once again im imploring you to think about giggly sex with logan. Hes thrusting into you against the wall, and you both cant stay serious, just laughing and moaning into each others mouths. Youre happy. Hes happy.

-awkward things happen in sex sometimes. But you and logan can laugh it off. A quick kiss, and back to it.

-nearly getting caught in the broom closet at the mansion. One of logans moments of grabbing you and yanking you into the most private place nearby. The close call makes you call it off, but he still takes your panties and keep its in his pocket.

-you visting old man logan during his work. You surprise him by requesting his ride. You have very sweet and soft sex in the back, where he praises you being such a sweet girl to him

-logan with his superhero suit i think we all agree drives us insane. The first time you see it on him you practically jump his bones. Hes loves that it drives you so crazy.

-also we talk about him praising us (and believe me as a girly w a praise kink i get it)

-praising HIM. The first time you do it, he becomes so flustered. He gets red in the face, starts stammering on his dirty talk and pretty much cums right then. He gets even more flustered by that but you praise and reassure him that it was SO hot

-youre riding him, the evening sun shining in the window over your figure, and hes looking at you, holding your hips, leading up and down. He looks so lovesick and he tells you how in love with you he is.

-logan has those big puppy eyes. Trilogy logan is super guilty of this. Old man logan is too. It doesnt matter the variant though, they all break out the puppy eyes when they want to fuck you.

-i mean, he definitely got that devilish seductive smile and bedroom eyes that he'll use to seduce you

-but if youre busy or dont seem to pay him enough attention or notice the bedroom eyes, hell break out the puppy eyes and borderline whine for you. (Sometimes you just like to hear him beg. Its all in good fun bc he does it with you too)

-no matter your size, logan definitely loves to pick you up, thrusting into you, hands supporting your ass and hips. Hes like displaying his strength on you. (Esp if youre a bigger girl. He doesnt want you to think he cant fuck you just as hard )

-if youre out in public, in meetings, etc, and logan wants you to know hes feeling mighty attracted to you, his hand will find its way somewhere on yoh (hand, waist, knee) and he'll just rub that spot over and over. Its discreet, but you learn it.

-youre in bed, and he comes home from work/mission/being out and about, he doesnt hesitate, just immediately shedding his clothes as he makes his way to the bed and plants himself firmly between your thighs before he even utters hello. Eating you out is his stress relief.

-having hardcore rough sex, before collapsing on either side of each other, sweating, covered in each others cum, and you both look at each other, and start to smile and laugh. (Yall are so nasty)

-logan getting so giddy when you want to suck his dick like he gets SO excited. Hell def have the dom moments where yknow hes like "cmon baby get working" but then you have those nice moments where hes just a man happy to get a blow

-you convince him to swap underwear. You wear his boxers and he your panties. Hes unsure at first bc it seems embarrassing but then he gets super turned on at wearing your essence around. Sure hes a little uncomfortable bc he cant exactly FIT...but youre happy so.

-(he bends over and you spot the red thong on him and you pull his shirt down before scott notices)

-getting on his knees and pressing kisses to your belly.

-waking up in the morning, having sleepy sex. He sleepily thrusts into you,muttering how good you feel. Eventually you both cum and fall asleep with him still inside.

-he loves fucking you with one of his tshirts on. Loves how it covers your body, just barely hiding the way his dick is burying itself into you over and over

-logan deciding to be super romantic for you one night. He lights candles, rose petals, your favorite wine(or sparkling juice if you dont like alcohol)

-its soft and sensual, his hands touching you, how he thrusts into you. Its almost too much.

-interconnecting hands while fucking, you kiss his knuckles, the space where his claws come out, and he has to regain his composure over it, because youre just so soft and sweet to him. He realizes just how you arent scared of him, how you really accept and love him

"You really do love me... dont ya bub?" He asks, a soft genuine, almost childlike fascination as he looks down at you, and you smile and nod at him, and he moans, before going to work to conpletely wreck you while making plans in the back of his head on how hes gonna keep you happy the rest of your lives...

Thats all for now! Im sure ill come up with more though...😏😏😏

Thank you for reading lovelies!!

[flowersforbucky]

Logan Howlett Masterlist

🖤smut |🤍fluff |💫over 1k notes |✨️over 2k notes|🫶🏻my personal favorite

works listed newest to oldest in each category

one-shots

where the lines overlap 🖤💫🫶🏻 - dofp!logan, sex pollen trope, frenemies to lovers.

i got it bad 🖤🤍✨️ - worst!logan overhears neighbor!reader talking about what she fantasizes about doing to him.

for always and ever is always for you 🖤🤍✨️🫶🏻 - old man!logan x healer!reader

by the end of the night 🖤🤍💫 - worst!logan x empath!reader

lavender & velvet 🖤🤍💫 - worst!logan x neighbor!reader

diet pepsi 🖤🤍💫 - old man!logan limousine sex, inspired by the song diet pepsi by addison rae.

straight to my head 🖤 - x1/x2 era!logan

drabbles

logan's flannel 🤍 - old man!logan comes home to find reader wearing his flannel

home 🤍 - old man!logan comfort and reassurance

dog tags drabble 🖤💫 - x1/x2 era!logan

claw kink drabble 🖤💫 - worst!logan

series

for always & ever is always for you series masterlist

[eupheme]

— show me, sweetheart

logan howlett x f!reader

rated e | 700 words

tags: PiV, come play / eating / swapping, logan pov, multiple rounds, mating pressss, just pure filth

logan never leaves a job half-done.

His cock still throbs, when he finally eases out of you.

Hands still gripping your waist - claws half-punched through whitened knuckles, edged with red. Hips still rutting into the air, letting himself drip down against your swollen cunt.

Marking you, from the inside out.

As good as it feels to spill inside you, it’s this moment that Logan likes the best. Bliss still humming in his veins, as his hand wraps around.

Making sure every drop is spent where it should, making sure he gleams across your skin.

Parted lips that match yours, panting out a breath as you drift back down from your own high. Wrecked beneath him, a gasp pushed from you when his hands hook beneath your knees.

Pushing leaden legs up, then open. Shameless in the way his eyes drop, to see how you gape in his absence.

“Come on.” He rasps. “Lemme see.”

Logan’s name comes out hushed.

Cute, how embarrassed you are.

As if you weren’t begging for him a moment ago. Greedy for his touch. For his come, wanting it spent deep inside you.

He gave it all to you, and now you owe him.

A slight edge slipping into his voice.

“Show me, sweetheart.”

The rough and commanding sound makes you clench, but it’s what he wants. Pretty and empty and he think you must be aching to be filled again, with the way he watches himself bead up inside you.

Spilling over.

“Fuck.” It’s hissed out through gritted teeth.

He lowers. Head pressed against a thigh, hearing the way your pulse gallops beneath your skin.

Gathering himself up. Two fingers fitting inside you as he pushes his come back in - groaning at how wet and warm you are around him, gripping him from fingertip to knuckle.

It’s filthy, the sounds you make. The moan paired with the lewd pump of his fingers. Pitching high when he can’t resist the urge to taste the way you blend together.

The flat of his tongue tracing from filled hole to clit, then back again. A pleased hum when you clamp down around him, bucking into his mouth each time.

Another lazy lick before he’s moving, all thick muscle and sinew - fingers withdrawing as your thighs are pushed up towards you chest again.

Your slick and his release smeared across your skin, as his mouth presses to yours. Lips parting for the swipe of his tongue, a muffled moan when he passes himself to you. Deepening it, until he’s all you can taste.

“Again, yeah?” His nose ghosts across your cheek, when the kiss finally breaks. Nuzzling his face the hollow beneath your ear, inhaling.

Your body arches against his, “Yes.”

Always yes.

Always more, and something in his chest tightens at the thought of him being the one to give this to you.

A hand slips down in answer, wrapping around his cock. Guiding it back inside, a sharp snap of his hips as he drives himself home.

Even after everything, you still hiss as you make room for him. Toes curling as your legs flex - knees digging into his ribs.

“Shit,” He growls, low in your ear, “There we go. Atta girl.”

Reveling in the bite of your nails, as your arms wind around his neck. Scraping against his shoulders as he swallows your moan.

Bottoming out until he’s back where he belongs, crushing himself flush against the folded curve of your body.

The cold kiss of his dog tags against heated skin as he fucks down into you, again and again. The bed creaking with the force of his weight, as his spread knees digging into the mattress.

Close enough to hear each and every breath pushed from your lungs. The ragged gasps that pitch higher when his cock pounds against that spot inside you, again and again.

It send a rush of warmth through him. A tightening in his core with each sharp plunge of his hips - but tonight, he lets that feeling build.

Chasing it, even - a rough growl against your throat, when he feels you start to stiffen beneath him in anticipation.

The tell-tale whimper that tells him you’re close - nails piercing already-healing flesh. A permission to let himself follow, as soon as he feels you pulse around him, once more.

Because after all, if his girl wants to be filled-

Then he’s sure he’s got a few more rounds in him.

thank you so much for reading! 💕

[coocoocachewgotscrewed]

so um… yeah… I’m totally normal about this… TOTALLY

*sweats profusely*

[blurryhowlett]

no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while I gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, backwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the pool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick throbbing, fist clenching, ear ringing, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling, teeth jitterbug, mind blogging, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy,moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious,gushy, creamy, beastly, lip biting, gravity defying, nail digging, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body numbing, bark worthy, can't walk, head nodding, soul evaporating, volcano erupting, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail scratching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell desolving, hair ripping, show stopping, magnificent, unique, extraordinary, slendid, phenomenal, mouth foaming, heavenly, awakening, devils tango ever bro could cause a nuclear bomb inside me and I'd still ride.

[cavillscurls]

i’m really overwhelmed and anxiety ridden with what’s happening in the united states right now. and frankly, it’s (understandably) saturating all my other social media platforms, so it’s been hard for me to speak on it here because i just… need a cleanse. but i will say this:

please, do not turn a blind eye. all the power now lies in the hands of a greedy, wealthy few. that is not democracy. we cannot be silent about it.

my fellow chicagoan’s (and all others who this pertains to) prepping for what we all fear may be coming this week: you are not alone. know your rights. prepare. stick together.

this page has been and always will be a safe space for women, people of color, queer folk, trans folk, those with disabilities. an executive order cannot erase you from history, and it will not erase you now.

please hold each other tightly. we are most powerful in masses. we cannot slow down and give up. we need to be more alert and active than ever. i love you.

[blond3ang3l]

You were tough all of your life. You had to be, everyone who was supposed to care always let you down so you needed to care about yourself and protected yourself emotionally to keep from letting people hurt you any more than you dealt with your entire life.

Meeting Logan was the best and yet somehow most difficult thing you've ever had to deal with. You loved him more than any man you had ever been with, but being with a man that cared about you more than even your family did was a hard thing to come to terms with. No matter how many times you tried to get a rile out of him to argue with you, or if you tried to provoke him, or whatever you did to try and get him to make him see that you were too cold to be with someone it didn't work.

He never yelled. Never got anything more than annoyed. He didn't ignore you or walk away and never looked back. Nothing that you expected.

It was so frustrating, why wouldn't he be like everyone else and walk away? Why wouldn't he take the hint? One day you just couldn't take it any more and just screamed at him to leave you alone, basically pouring your heart out on why you couldn't understand what he saw in you.

You were struggling so bad mentally and always put up this facade and he wouldn't fall for it in the slightest, and that absolutely killed you. And yet even after all that he just stared at you and let you get everything off your chest before pulling you into his arms to your surprise.

You thought this out be his last straw. Finally seeing you weren’t as tough as you made everyone believe. But no. Instead he comforted you. You never knew what to expect from the older man, but this certainly wasn’t it.

You were so relieved that the two of were in your place because a sudden wave of exhaustion hit your body as your tears started to lessen.

His large hand grabbed yours and led you upstairs to your bedroom. It was like second nature for him to take care of you. As much as you usually fought him to not “baby” you the energy just wasn’t you. It was quiet between the two of you.

It wasn’t necessarily a bad silence but you just felt so vulnerable after finally being honest to not only Logan but yourself why you couldn’t accept his love as much as you wanted.

Logan’s had lightly traced your back, feeling every stretch mark as he helped you out of your shirt so you could switch into pajamas. His eyes move down to yours and saw you were still kind of out of it, yet tears remained in your eyes. He tilted your chin so you were looking up at him, a soft sob finally escaping your lips.

Repeating apologies over and over for constantly trying to push him away and making it seem as if you didn’t love him. You could barely get anything out though. Your words were mixed with your cries making it hard to understand.

He shushed you by pressing his lips against yours. Pulling back after what felt like forever. At that moment you finally knew what he was trying to say with just the look that he gave you. He was there. And he wasn’t going anywhere, ever.

“You wanna lay down bub?”

A small shaky nod was all you could muster up hips letting him finally do what he wanted to since you got together.

Love you.

[coocoocachewgotscrewed]

oh this made me cry… the little over-parentified kid in me and the hyper-independent avoidant-attachment woman in me feel so seen… this was beautifully done, thank you for sharing

[lostinlovingrevery]

Honestly no offense but there is a SERIOUS problem in the logan howlett fandom where there is so many lovely and wonderful writers who have created such beautiful fics and series around Logan 🥰🥰🥰 I mean honestly the love that goes into these fics, the writings are so superb and the creativity!!! The creativity is just 😘 this is extremely problematic (not really.)