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His hands on the headboard pillars..his body hair.. the slutty smile on his face.. give him to me 😫😫
wolverine is absolutely not hip with the kids inspired by this post
Older Logan..
im whimpering right now
Just Us | Old Man!Logan x Reader
🌶️ 18+
Summary: You and Logan have been on the road with Charles and Laura, but finally catch a moment for yourselves.
It has been too long since you and Logan have spent time alone together. Ever since taking in Laura and making the decision to take her north at her mother’s wish, the four of you have been sharing dingy motels and catching whatever rest you could in the truck. Charles needed to be taken care of and the kid had to be corralled, exhausting you and Logan on top of the constant threat of Dr. Rice and Pierce.
You could tell this sudden change of pace was weighing on Logan’s shoulders heavily. The circles under his eyes were darkening and the worry lines on his forehead were deepening. The frustration was eating away at him, but deep down he knew he had to do this. You could tell he needed release. He found this situation ridiculous and constantly asks you why you let him do this. After all, you, Charles, Caliban and Logan had been successfully under the radar until now. Life was peaceful and even somewhat enjoyable for Logan’s standards. Now, Caliban is dead, Charles refuses his medication, and the pair of you are tasked with taking a child to a sanctuary that could not even exist.
An unexpected change of your path lead the four of you to the farmhouse of a sweet family whom Charles and Logan helped on the highway. They fed you dinner and offered to lend you all a place to sleep, which Logan quickly accepted, catching your gaze from across the dining room. Your eyes trail down his body, catching a glimpse of his clenched fist, and a certain outline in between his legs. Your eyes travel up once more, sharing a shy smirk with Logan.
After helping Charles into bed and getting Laura comfortable, Logan grabs your hand tightly and nearly drags you off into your shared room. His heavy footsteps drown out your giggles- His body language could only mean one thing.
“Well, aren’t you eager?” You say to Logan in a lowered voice, biting back a smile. He closes the door behind you and locks it, spinning you and pressing you into the door.
“You have no idea, bub.” Logan growls.
He grabs your wrists and pins them above your head tightly. His head dips to the crook of your neck, biting and sucking desperately. Your head drops back instinctively, bumping the door behind you. He was so impossibly close already, but it wasn’t enough. He needed to be inside you.
With his free hand, Logan finds the buttons of your jeans and masterfully undoes them. He releases your wrists and your hands quickly find his cheeks to pull his mouth away from your neck and to your lips. He groans deeply into the kiss and shoves your jeans to your knees as your hands tighten in his dusty grey hair. He pushes his knee into yours, forcing your legs open, and shoves his jean covered thigh against your core. You instantly moan into Logan’s mouth.
“You know how long it’s been since I’ve had you to myself? Too damn long.” He says, guiding your hips as you grind on his thigh.
“I’ve missed you.” You choke out, causing Logan to chuckle.
“Well you’ve got me for at least tonight sweet girl.”
He removes his knee from between your legs and helps you step out of your jeans and panties. He takes your hand and leads you to the bed, laying you down on the edge of it. You prop yourself onto your elbows and watch Logan unbutton his flannel and reveal his weathered body. He had been through so much in his life, but he would always make time for his girl.
He works off his jeans, leaving him only in his plain boxers, and leaving you with a wide eyed stare. This would never get old. He inserts himself between your legs and reaches for the hem of your shirt, tugging it over your head and unclasps your bra while he’s at it. He sighs at the sight he had been missing for the last few weeks. He may not tell you often, but you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
“You ready, bub? Don’t expect me to go easy on you.”
You whimper out a desperate reply, but it isn’t good enough for Logan. He leans down, hands placed on either side of your head. Your legs immediately wrap around his hips.
“Use your words, honey. Let me hear you.” He growls into your ear.
“Please, Logan. I need you.”
He chuckles, breath fanning over your ear and neck.
“That’s what I like to hear. Such a good girl for me.” His voice dripping with desire.
He pushes his hands up and pushes his boxers down his hips, revealing his hard cock. He strokes it lazily before guiding it to your entrance. He enters you inch by inch, teasing you both. Even though it’s only been a few weeks without touching each other, being on the run has made it feel like years. Logan finally sinks his hips to become flush with yours, filling you completely. The two of you are panting into each other’s mouths, just completely full of desire and love for the other.
“You ready for me to move, hon?” He whispers in between labored breaths. You nod meekly, hair sticking to your forehead. He kisses you tenderly, his beard scratching your chin. Logan begins to move at a slow pace, but quickly picks up speed. He wants nothing more than a passionate night with you, but it’s been too long to hold himself back.
His speed increases, thrusting into you as hard as he promised. Your jaw goes slack to release a moan, but he covers it quickly with his large hand.
“As much as I wanna hear you, we don’t want to wake our hosts, huh?” He says, smiling at your fucked out expression. You nod, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he fucks you hard.
“You’re close bub, I can feel it. Just let go for me baby.” He whispers, forehead against yours.
You let out a stifled moan against Logan’s hand as he pulls out and releases all over your stomach and thighs. He flops beside you with a groan and maneuvers himself to the top of the bed, pulling you into his muscular chest and wrapping a strong arm around your shoulders.
“I missed you.” You whisper, eyes fluttering shut.
“I know.”
RAHHHH LET ME AT HIM LET ME AT HIM NOW
Can we all agree Logan fucks your with your legs over his shoulders?
He cannot get enough of his woman, with your legs over his shoulders.. he’ll rub his hands up and down them and caress them, kissing your knees and inner thighs.
He loves when you’re touchy too, he wants your hands all over him like your begging for it, sliding them against his arms while he holds himself up.
He cannot get enoughhh
He looks like a proud boyfriend i just wanna love him
I dont mean to sound like a knob but theres something so depressing and disappointing about reality and it bothers me a lot
Every few months ill be minding my business and then remember that everyday for the rest of my life is going to be a loop because nothing THAT interesting or new is scientifically possible
Dare i say lana coded?!?
(Logan 2017)
I CANT BREATHE WOOF WOOF BARK BARK
Logans lore isn’t discussed enough because what the fuck is even that PUHLEASEEE give him a break
The way he bears his teeth and gets all animalistic is unlocking something disgusting inside me.
THIGH RIDING
I cant stop thinking about this. He loves it when you ride him like that. It’ll start off all innocent and cute.
You’re sitting on his lap at the end of a long day, one arm wrapped around his neck fiddling with the ends of his hair while you yap, his arm wrapped around your waist with a beer in his other hand. The second he notices you’re grinding against him he’s got a sly little smirk on his face while holding eye contact. He knows you’re getting off but he’ll act completely clueless until you’ve left a little damp spot in his jeans.
One thing leads to another and he’s grunting while looking you in the eyes, both hands on your hips, guiding you and talking you through it.. he knows how much you love to hear him talk.
You can feel his hard on pushing against his jeans and pressing against your leg, but he just wants you to keep going, until you’ve got your face buried in his neck, whimpering for more
WHERE DA HELL IS ALL THE LOGAN HOWLETT SMUT ONESHOTS!?!?! I DONT WANNA READ YOUR POETIC AHH ESSAY BABY GIVE ME THAT DIRT
just thinking and crying over the way simon would continue to refer to you as “his girl” even after your sudden passing.
he would talk about you as if you were still alive whenever relationships came up in conversation. and he’d be so reluctant to allow anyone, even his respected comrades, to try and comfort him.
“yeah, me n my girl have been together for years now. she’s everything. all i’ve got, ya know?”
he would make sure to always keep your resting place full of life. Whether that was by planting your favorite plant, and naming it after you, or always keeping it filled with bouquets of your favorite flowers. and he’d always take your beloved pet that you left behind to go see you.
“did you miss mommy, p/n? i bet our girl missed you so much.” and he’d smile sadly when your baby showed signs of recognizing your grave. his heavy hand petting it comfortingly “so excited to see her today, yeah?”
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DADS BEST FRIEND
PART TWO
pairings: ghost x f!reader
I wrote a smut a few months ago about you being soaps daughter… your parents are finally getting married, you’re the maid of honour for your mother, simon is best man for your father…
warnings: age gap of 21 yrs (20y/o reader), choking, bathroom sex / mirror sex, PiV, breath play? begging? Little bit of degrading and praise
You and Simon would be sitting at a table based in the corner of the hall, isolated from everyone who was celebrating. A wine glass in your hand as you watched everyone dancing, but his entire focus was on you. The way you sit, the way you talk, your body language. His eyes lazily dragged over your features as his hands rubbed your legs under the table.
“You know what they say about the maid of honour and the best man?” Your eyes finally meet his again as he stares at your lips, a smirk over his face.
Next thing you know your face is being pushed up against the mirror in the bathrooms, your hands desperately holding your dress in place with your back arched towards his cock. You needed him deeper. His mouth would be up against your ear, whispering dirty words to you as he looks at you in the mirror.
“Look at me when I fuck you” he grunts, thrusting into you as his hand slides over your throat, cutting off your oxygen as he pulls your head back, giving you room to see yourself. See how you’re letting yourself be treated.
“Theres a good girl,” he scoffs while looking you in your eyes, watching you flush at the name as his one hand presses down on your lower stomach, the other hand gripping your throat.
You can hear the voices of wedding guests outside the door but all you can think about is how good he’s giving it to you. How his breath feels on your neck. How you cant help but beg for more with the lack of oxygen.
“Please, fuck, please”
“Thats right, beg like the slut you are.”
The way he talked to you drives you insane, especially with the way he was pounding into you. You cant help but cum all over his cock.
Before you leave he’d stand in of you and help fix you up, fixing your hair, your dress, even helping you with the flaws of smudged eyeliner from being pressed against the mirror.
“Okay how do i look?” You’ll ask, paranoid of being caught.
“Like the next bride.” He gives you an innocent smile before opening the door for you.
