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Hi everyone! Call me Van, i'm just a humble girl trying to find my voice in writing again <3 This is my lil masterlist of things I put out so far. I hope you enjoy!
I write just for Logan Howlett (Wolverine) right now, but I may always branch out in the future!
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(18+ works below the cut!)
Series:
He's A Demon, He's a Devil (He's a Mutant)(Moodboard):
Patch! Logan X F!Reader OC (Ongoing) (Eventual smut, 18+)
Thinking about OldMan!Logan putting reader in the strongest, horniest matting press ever until she cries and begs him to slow down
You Make Me Feel So Young
Old man Logan X F! Reader
Logan's feeling feisty
A/N: I imagine Logan bursting into readers room like that big bird gif. You'll see what I mean.
Warnings: SMUUUT! MDNI, sexting/nudes, mutual masturbation, unprotection PiV, Logan gets a tad rough, and then a lil mean and teasing, mating press :), creampie
He hadn't felt this good in ages.
What was causing his sudden heightened mood, burst of energy, he didn't know. Maybe it was because he actually ate breakfast this morning, or the sunlight from earlier today and warm brush of wind that signaled Spring was here, or maybe it was because he has a pretty little thing by his side. All starry-eyed and eager to take care of him, make him happy.
Since you've come to his life, he has no excuse to stare down the bottom of a bottle every night. He doesn't skip meals anymore, because you won't let him. Even if he tries to tell you he's not hungry- you'd pout,
"You're really going to let me eat this all alone?"
And shit, he can never resist the way you stick out your bottom lip and look at him pleadingly with those stunning eyes. So he'll eat a few fries off your plate, finish off your sandwich. sip on your water with you.
What do you know, eating actual food, drinking water, it does make you feel better.
The aches and pain still come. The fits of coughing. The pain of his wounds healing themselves slower than they used too- yet still faster than an average man. Instead of bleeding to death like most men would with injuries he has sustained, he sits in some type of purgatory, not healed, but not dead either.
You're always there though. There to soothe the aches and pains. To rub his back when it gets too much. To clean him up and stitch what hasn't healed yet. You do it with a smile and a kiss.
He hasn't told you he loves you yet, but he's pretty sure you know.
It's not all about what you do for him though. Just who you are. Wonderful, full of life. He sees a future with you. When before, all he wanted was to take that last breath, finally be pretty to rest in the cold dirt; Now, he has reason to keep going, everyday.
The Chrsylers door slams shut, as he watched last of the bachelor's party drunkenly stumble back into the hotel. Normally he'd getting irritated chuaffering around a bunch of drunken fools but he couldn't deny that he was amused by them tonight. In a way, they reminded him of his young self. Bold, arrogant, didn't take life that serious.
As he watched the last nearly nosedive into the glass doors of the hotel entrance, he felt a vibration in his pocket. Pulling out his phone and glasses, he tucked them on and unlocked the screen where he saw your name popped up.
Busy night?
His expression softened at your name and text. Always checking up on him. It's late, you should be asleep. You like to wait up for him despite his pleas for you not too. One of you should at least have a full nights sleep. He looked back at the hotel entrance, making sure none of the bachelors have passed out in the foyer in their own vomit, before returning to the drivers seat.
Once seated, he texts you back.
Got a few jobs
He set his phone on his lap, waiting for you to text back while he stared out the window. The phone buzzed and he quickly grabbed it.
Should I expect you late, or do you think you'll come home soon?
Another text from you came in just as he read the first one
I miss you <3
A faint smile stretched across his face. He responds back to you.
I'll see what I can do. Miss you too baby.
He exits your chat, going to the app where he gets his jobs and communicates with customers. The next pickup isn't for an hour. He grumbles to himself, as he felt eager to join your company. He as scowled at the time of the job- your name popped up again.
He clicked on the chat.
To keep you company ;)
Below your text, was an image. An extremely delightful image to grace Logan's eyes. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. He let out a soft gasp, eyes growing heavy as he observes the curves of your figure in the dirty picture you have sent him. Your hand strategically placed to block what he really wanted to see.
Fuck
His cock throbbed in his trousers and he quickly palms it with his free hand. He stared at every detail, every single pixel- as if he hadn't already committed you to his memory. He squeezed himself through his pants, a small groan escaping him.
Another picture came in, from another angle.
He swiped the chat away. Quickly going to the work app, he canceled the job. Fuck it if he loses some money- all the blood in his head has rushed down to his second head, he's not thinking straight anymore.
Once the cancellation was confirmed, he put the limo into drive, checked his mirrors and quickly pulled off onto the road, driving towards the highway.
Meanwhile, you're in bed, concerned by a lack of response from Logan. It's marked that he's seen it- and he usually responds. Sometimes you'd get a phone call from him, leading to some phone sex as you get yourself off to the sound of his voice. Never have you received nothing from him though. It made you worry if he got into some trouble.
It's not till you heard the familiar sound of doors opening and shutting that you sat up from bed. You held a blanket over yourself, still nude from the pictures you've taken, and listened to the sound of footsteps approaching the bedroom.
The door opened, and Logan stood there- looking flustered as hell.
"Oh-" You blinked in surprise, "Lo, honey what are you doi-"
Before you could finish, he was on you faster than you could blink. His hands tore your comforter off you, as he grabbed your ankles and pulled you towards him with a yelp, him kneeling onto the bed and slotting himself between your legs and his lips crashed onto yours.
You moaned as he licked into you mouth. He grinds into your core, you could feel his hard cock through his trousers. Your arousal was soaking the cloth of his pants but he didn't care. Your hands clenched at his shirt, desperately grabbing onto him, onto something because he was moving so damn fast you could barely process it.
"Logan!" You gasped, tearing yourself away from his kisses. "Baby- what's got into you?"
"You." He says, lurching forward again, his tongue pressed against yours. His hands explored your figure. Cupping your breasts and rubbing circles into your nipples. He slid them down your curves, pulling you flush against his hips as his kisses trailed down your neck and between the valley of your breasts.
"Mm-" You tipped your head back, arching into him as his tongue ran over your skin, becoming hot and sweaty from Logan's incessant grinding. You pushed him up, sitting yourself up in his lap while meeting him in a heated kiss.
Your hands pushed off his jacket, and worked on unbuttoning his shirt. Once you reached the last button, he pulled it off, discarding it to the side. You helped him pulled off his white tank. Revealing his torso, littered with hair and scars. You pressed open mouth kisses over his chest, running your tongue over a nipple- a deep moan from him gracing your ears.
He pushed you back onto the bed, and you watched him quickly undo his belt, unzipping his pants and pushing it down to his thighs.
"Those pictures really riled you up huh?" You smiled.
He looked down at you, and grinned. His smile sent warmth through you- and a little worry. Almost devilish in how he looked at you.
His thumbs hooked into his briefs, pulling them down to join with his pants. His cock waved at you in the air, and you couldn't help the small giggle that escaped you at the sight of it.
Reaching your hand up, you grasped his girth. Your thumb ran along the thick vein that ran from his hip, down to the tip of his head, red and swollen- leaking pre-cum that you used as a lube as you stroked him slowly, watching as his expression melted into something pleasurable.
He wasn't going to let you have all the fun though.
He leaned down over you while you jerked him. His free hand reached down between your thighs, finding your clit. His calloused fingers rubbed circles into you- at the same pace that you stroked him.
His lips brushed over yours, but he didn't fully kiss you. Only a teasing touch as he circled your clit, making your hips squirm. Every time your hand pumped him faster, his own hand worked you faster- until your panting, barely able to focus, your hand moving him on autopilot as you focused on your impending finish.
Only-
He took his hand away. You felt your pleasure melt away, leaving your core aching and needy.
"Logan-" You whined,
"Hush baby." He grumbles, bringing his hands to the back of your knees and pushing them up to your chest. "I got you-"
You angled his cock to your core, as he carefully thrusts into your folds, bumping your clit that elicits a harsh gasp from you each time. Then you felt his tip push into your cunt, and your head fell back in relief as he buried himself in you- inch by inch.
He barely gave you time to adjust- not wanting to waste another second of his burst of energy, he began pounding into your pussy. A moaned scream escaped you, as your hands reached to grab onto his wrists- where he still held your legs to your chest.
"Lo-!" You cried out. The bed shook underneath you, his thrusts coming in powerful droves where his hips slammed against yours.
"Taking me so damn well darling-" He says through gritted teeth, as sweat beaded his forehead, and his face becomes more flushed.
You never seen him like this before. While you and Logan had a fairly active sex life, his stamina and energy wasn't always there. Still better than anyone you ever been with though- the man can make you cum as many times as he desired, completely wreck you.
This, it was almost too much.
He was fucking into your harder and faster than you were used too. It felt so good, but so much. You couldn't think straight, you couldn't catch your breath. You're pretty sure the mattress is going to break soon under the power of his thrusts.
Breathless, you tried to say his name- to tell him to slow down but you could barely manage it. The buildup in you was intense. Your nails dug into his skin. Logan's grunts filled your ears, and you could only focus on the sound of him and the feeling of his cock splitting you open over and over and over.
He leaned down, his chest and hips flushed against you. Your legs hooked over his shoulders and he wrapped his arms completely around you. His pace didn't falter, in fact he seemed to get faster- using you as leverage to slam into you harder.
His knees spread farther and buried into the mattress, his heavy breath hit across your face. He tipped his chin up, staring down at you with parted lips- watching your every expression.
He never admitted to you how he wished he'd met you in his prime. Where he could go multiple rounds without breaking a sweat. Sure, his game is still considerably better then most men, but nothing like how he used to be. He can put you to sleep, happy, satisfied and filled with him to the brim. He always wants to give you more.
This? This was just merely a fraction of what he could do to you. Whatever this burst of energy he has, he's using every bit of it.
"Lo-" Your lips formed into that pout he always thought was so cute. "I- I-!" You whined, unable to form words. Each thrust knocking them out of your head.
"What sweetheart?" He grunted. You moaned, your head falling limply to the side, tears welling up in your eyes as exhaustion threatened to break you.
"Slow down!" You managed to cry out, before moaning when he hits that sweet, honey spot inside you.
"What's that baby?" He asks, clearly having heard you- but he wanted to hear it again. It may be awful, but fuck it fills him with pride to hear a young thing like you to beg him to slow down.
"Please- Slow, slow down?" You whined,
He obliges, pacing himself slowly in and out of you. It felt good, you could catch your breath- but now he was being painfully slow. He rutted deep into you, the coarse hair that sat above his cock brushed over your clit, sending shocks of pleasure through you that made your legs tremble- but it wasn't enough to push you over that edge you needed so badly.
"That better baby?" He coos, a teasing edge in his voice.
"You can...Go faster than that-" You mumbled lazily.
"Slow down, go faster, can't make up your mind now can you?" He taunts. He stops himself, buried inside you, but unmoving.
"Logan!" You cried. "Move!"
"Oh, that's not good enough either huh?"
You huff, opening your eyes to look at him- to be greeted by a cocky grin. Almost youthful in the way his eyes sparkling looking down at you. You realized he loved every second of this. He always teased you a little bit, but this was something different.
You like it.
"Please- Please you can do whatever you want just-"
You gasped when he picked up his brutal pacing into you again. Angling himself to pound into the sweet spot, that had you seeing stars. You've become mindless, just taking everything he gives you.
He could feel the way you clenched around him, the look in your eyes told him you were close. Contrary to his brutal thrusts, he softly pressed his lips over yours, gentle and loving. He whispered,
"Cum for me baby."
You let go, waves of pleasure rushing through you, seemingly never-ending as Logan fucks you through it. Your throat was hoarse from screaming his name- you didn't even notice.
Logan slammed into you one last time, as you felt his cock twitch inside you. With a loud grunt and locked jaw, he filled you up- just as he likes to, his messy way of claiming you all for himself.
His face buried into your neck when he finished, the both of you out of breath, covered in sweat.
"Lo..." You sighed sleepily. "Mm, that was nice."
"Yeah." He replies, before pushing himself up and pulling out of your carefully. Your legs were sore, and numb from being in one position for so long. To your surprise, he flipped you onto your stomach. "We're not finished yet, darling."
many women are excited to get old and weird, but i have great news that it's fully possible to become weird now, before you get old. just imagine the heights of weirdness you will be able to reach in fifty years if you get started now. that's what I think
Logan + domestic. Married and have kids and madly in love vibes :))
Mom and Dad Are Gross
Logan Howlett X Reader
A/N: short and sweet!
Warnings: major fluff, three kids, domestic, you and logan are gross, logans taller than reader, GN! Reader
"Morning baby,"
You cooed into Logan's ear, your arms wrapping around his waist and press your cheek into his back. He was warm, which felt nice after leaving your cozy bed into the cold morning air of the house. "Thanks for starting breakfast."
"I figured I'd get a head start before their Majesty's get up."
You giggled, looking around him to look at breakfast. "You made my favorite?" You asked with surprise when you spotted the variety on the stove.
He hums, their glances at you from the side. "Course I did."
His reaches an arm around, pulling you into his side and leaning down for a kiss, in which you happily oblige with a smile. "You're too sweet Lo.... You know they're going to complain."
"I'll take a lil complaining over keeping my love happy." He purrs again, leaning down to nuzzle his nose against yours. "Anyway, there's strudels in the toaster if they don't want this. That'll make them happy."
"You're wonderful." You hummed leaning up on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek.
"Keep talking, I like the praise."
You laughed, burying yourself into his side, tucking your arms underneath his shirt to wrap them around his waist, which makes him jump.
"You're cold." He shivers.
"And you're warm. I kinda want to climb in these with you to warm up." You tugged at the bands of his sweatpants, snapping them back playfully. "Like a baby kangaroo in a pouch."
"You can try hun but I don't think that'll be very comfortable."
You laughed again, rocking against him back and forth while you watched him cook. Standing together in blissful silence until he starts to snicker.
"What?"
"We got interlopers. They think we're gross."
"Oh really?" You smiled, very casually looking over your shoulder, where you could see the top three heads and pairs of eyes peeking into the kitchen. It was very cartoonish how your children were spying on you both. You turned back forward, leaning your head on his shoulder.
"Oh yeah, the oldest is making gagging sounds." He goes to turn off the stove since your breakfast was ready. "How about we scare em off to get a few more minutes of quality time?"
"Oh yeah, what you have in mind?"
He turns to face you, his hands coming up to cup your face and leans down for a deep kiss. Nothing passionate, or sensual- since the kids are watching, but sweet and loving- and they're all still young enough to think any kind of PDA is gross.
You could hear them all audibly go "Ew!" and scamper off into the house, likely their bedrooms where they will plot their next mission of getting breakfast.
"When did we become gross?" You ask after Logan's satisfied with the receding footsteps of the children. He goes to make your plate for you with a soft smirk.
logging onto tumblr like heyyy i'm thinking about the same character i've spent the past few weeks thinking about. no change here. just wanted to let yall know
