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HUGH JACKMAN as WOLVERINE/LOGAN HOWLETT

X-Men (2000) dir. Bryan Singer X2 (2003) dir. Bryan Singer X-Men: The Last Stand (2006) dir. Brett Ratner X-Men Origins: Wolverine (2009) dir. Gavin Hood The Wolverine (2013) dir. James Mangold X-Men: Days of Future Past (2014) dir. Bryan Singer X-Men: Apocalypse (2016) dir. Bryan Singer Logan (2017) dir. James Mangold Deadpool & Wolverine (2024) dir. Shawn Levy

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Gosh I need more of writing about old Logan and virgin reader! Soooooo good

old man!logan before taking your virginity :0

old man!logan who withholds sex from you at first, insisting that he won’t fit—that you’re not ready yet. under those acts, he’s training you; making sure you’re desperate and yearning for him. slowly turning you into a slut for him and ruining you for everyone else.

oh, he gets off on corrupting you, teasing you, and putting you in positions you never thought you’d be in because you’re just so oblivious :( then he’d be sooo mean and acting like it's your fault when you get needy and messy, “such a dirty girl i have here, hm?” 

old man!logan would hold both your legs out of the way with one large calloused hand and bully his thick, throbbing dick slotting itself between your slick folds. he deeply groans at the way your needy pussy lips clench and wrap around him, trying to grip his thick length. 

“mhm! ah- please!” you’d whine out as your hole pulses around nothing—the tears wetting your red cheeks—making his chest flutter. 

his other hand groping your breasts, fingers rolling your perky nipples in the way that he knows you love. logan thinks it’s adorable, how you try to buck your hips into him while you beg for something you don't even understand!! 

he’ll tsk at you meanly—“kids these days, huh?”—still lovingly tightens his grip around you and pins you down on his soft sheets.

"don't be so greedy, baby,” his voice is low and throaty—the smell of alcohol from this mouth makes your brain go fuzzy, "rubbing yourself on daddy's cock… y’want me that bad?” 

you nod vigorously, hands wrapping around his fat cock. how you look under him—so delicate and pure, all for him—make logan throw his head back. you have no idea what’s coming, “sweet girls take what’s given to them. ya’ trust me, right, princess?

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Now that's marvellous!

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Hugh Jackman as Leopold Kate & Leopold (2001) dir. James Mangold

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Logan, a few hours after he got kidnapped:

Also Logan, a couple of days later he got kidnapped:

Much, much later:

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The most flirtatious Logie Bear variant did use those words to mean whatever Wade wanted them to mean

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2 words.

logan. boobkink.

I need logan to be absolutely obsessed with my titts. doesn't even have to be sexual but I just want him to do everything to my titts that give him comfort.

would be amazing if you write about this thanks love<3

omg!!??!! like logan is basically like a lil’ cat. not only is it the claws, but he’s got the tufts of hair to prove it. and like any other cat, he loves to paw at you! (also written with origins logan in mind just bc he gives off super domestic vibes :3)

content/warnings: fluff, afab!reader, femme pronouns used

lazy mornings with logan consists of him spooning you, his bulky arms wrapping you in a tight embrace. his hands start to wander, making their way up your chest, resting them on your soft mounds, kneading the flesh with his fingers.

“my own lil’ stress balls,” he’d joke, letting out a hearty laugh as you squirm at his touch.

you try to curl into a ball, bringing your legs to your chest to stop his ticklish assault on your breasts, but it’s no use. one hand stays squishing your breast, while the other pushes your legs back down.

“nuh-uh, you’re all mine today,” he whispered, his tone low, voice still riddled with the morning drowsiness he faced. “we never get time for this,”

he isn’t wrong. when you’re finally back home from work, it’s 11pm. and by the time you settle in bed, logan’s already sleeping. and by the time you wake up, logan’s already out the door getting ready to cut some wood with a group of douchebags.

it’s moments like these where he absolutely turns soft. though logan seem like a grouchy, rugged old man, he’s actually a complete softie. for a man who’s lived for 200 years, he knows exactly how rough life can get—which is why he cherishes these moments with you.

“my sweet girl,” logan coos, continuing to knead at the soft skin of your breast. “let’s just stay like this a little longer, please?”

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love love love my old man <3 i want to drench his beard

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Oh poor Honey Badger, your doctor is quite suspicious!

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OLD MAN LOGAN ONE CHANCE PLSPLSPLSPLS JUST ONE OH MY GOD PLS I NEED HIM SO BAD I RRRARAFARFARARAFARAFARFARAFARFARGRGRFGRFARRARFARRARAFARFA THE FUCKING GLASSES THE GLASSES MY GOD THE GLASSES THE THE SALT AND PEPPER I UUUUUAAAAAGGGHHHH

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hellooo :33 i've been thinking about old man!logan lately.. could you do something nsfw (specifically overstimulation?) with him and a crybaby!reader? thank uuu!! 💌

pretty when you cry | logan howlett

pairing: old man!logan x crybaby!reader

AN: you absolutely read my mind, anon..! the way in which i need old man!logan is actually concerning to feminism. like im gonna actually go feral. but anyways, hope you enjoy this little self indulgent drabble! <3

content/tags: nsfw, minors DNI, overstimulation, spit as lube, oral sex (female receiving), daddy kink, implied age gap (logan is over 200, reader is in their 20's), afab!reader, swearing, pet names (princess, babydoll, etc.), porn without plot, dacryphilia

there he is kneeling at the edge of your bed—salt and pepper beard glistening with your arousal, his lips placing wet, sloppy kisses against your clit.

he ate you out like a starved man; his tongue was flattened, lapping adeptly between your folds, occasionally pulling away to catch his breath, then continues to work at your cunt.

“so fuckin’ wet for your old man,” he groans out against your womanhood, his hips thrusting into the mattress to feel any sort of friction against his cock. “feels good, huh princess?”

logan teased your entrance with the tip of his tongue, licking a stripe from your sopping hole to your clit, then back downwards. he’d continue this motion, making sure to nudge his nose against your clit every so often.

“s’too much logan,” you whine out, gripping at the tufts of his hair, his beard prickling the soft plush of your inner thighs.

“she can handle another orgasm,” he mumbles against you, speaking to your cunt. he pulls away to admire the mess he’s making of you, and a smirk forms across his face. “isn’t that right, babydoll?”

hastily, he spits on your clit, and his stern eyes watch the way his saliva leaks downwards on your cunt. “such a dirty fuckin’ sight” he grunts, moving his face a mere centimeter away from your womanhood.

he blows air gently against your cunt—the cool breeze of his breath contrasted the ever raging heat you felt down below, sending a shiver down your spine.

your eyes tighten as you hiss out in frustration. logan notices this and lets out a small chuckle, seeing the way you squirmed underneath him.

the calloused pad of his thumb runs between your folds, collecting his spit, bringing it back to your clit. he rubs lazy circles against your bundle of nerves, paying sweet attention to how you writhe.

“can’t do it lo,” you whine, tears forming at the the corners of your eyes from how tight you were shutting your eyelids.

“‘course you can, darling” he encourages you, his broad arm stretching over your torso to reach your face. he cups your cheek with his free hand, his thumb brushing away the tears that continued to fall down endlessly. "y'look so fuckin' perfect like this, all ruined for your old man"

“i know you got another one in you, doll.”

at this point, your brain is all fuzzy; you couldn’t form a coherent thought, and you could only babble logan’s name—or rather, the words daddy… s’too much… fuckin’ can’t…!

“make your daddy proud, darlin,” logan coos, his thumb now rubbing tighter, faster circles against your clit. his mouth finds its way back to your entrance, and he’s now fucking you with his tongue.

as his nose bumped against your clit, along with the added pressure of his thumb, you were a whining mess beneath him. all you could think about was how badly you needed to cum, regardless of how fuckin’ bad it would hurt.

tears rolled down your cheek, leaving splotches of gray against the silky white pillowcase you lay your head on—eyes shut so tight you could see stars floatin’ around.

with a couple of more flicks of his heavy tongue, all of a sudden, that pain transformed to an insurmountable amount of pleasure. “logan..!” you whined, pulling his face closer to your cunt.

“what d’ya want from your old man, huh?” he grunts against you, rutting his hips faster against the mattress, trying to chase his own release. “ask like a big girl for daddy”

“need to fuckin’ cum…” you whimper out, “please daddy, please let me..!” logan smirks against your folds before pushing his tongue deeper, hitting that sweet spot that pushed you past your breaking point.

your velvet walls tightened around his tongue, and he lets out a primal growl at the feeling. your slick coated his mouth, his beard—fuckin’ damn near his entire face.

his thrusts eventually came to a halt, but he continued to lap at your cunt, making sure not to waste even a single drop of your arousal.

as he finally withdrew his face from your cunt, he rested his cheek against your thigh, his gray sideburns tickling your soft skin.

his hazel eyes bore into your own. the intimacy of the silence allowed you to take in the moment and collect yourselves.

letting out a deep sigh, you run your fingers through his silvering hair, tangling the strands between your manicured fingertips.

“knew you could do it,” he murmurs, his tone of his voice deep and sultry. “now doll… what do you say to daddy?”

you let out a little giggle before the words slip from your lips. “thank you, daddy.”

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imagine soft logan trying to tell crybaby reader to "look at me, baby" in a soft hushed voice knowing how much it makes her feel loved whenever she cries like this. and like, "i cant lo" and ughhhhhhhhh "just open your eyes for daddy, sweetheart. let me see you" and UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH and when she does??? "there you are, my sweet sweet girl. always so good for me, you feel so good honey" imagine he tells her to look down?? taking her hand in his??? putting it flat against her stomach, feeling him there?????????????? "look at you, you feel me baby?" STOMACH BULGE HHHGHGNFJDKGDKFJGHJKFDJGKD passed out typing this

YOUR BRAINNN??? holy shit i need him so BAD like YESS he’d absolutely sweet talk you through everything!! also this reminds me so much of this video (that i included already in my p link recs hehe)

“takin’ my cock like a champ, princess,” he murmurs, holding your hand in his, keeping it pressed against the bulge in your stomach.

“s’too big,” you’d whine, your eyes shutting tight, the pleasure slowly building up at your core.

“you’re alright darlin’, look,” he’d respond, making your hands press against the stomach bulge harder. “daddy’s right here”.

“nothin’s gonna hurt you,” says logan, moving the two of your hands down to your puffy clit. your eyes widen. “doing so good for your old man.”

“now show daddy how you wanna be touched, princess,” he grunted out, removing his hand from yours, now gripping your chin as he still pounds into your relentlessly.

and you do as you’re told. you’re a whining mess beneath him, rubbing tight circles against your clit.

“too much, s’too much, need to come, please, please,” you cried out, each nudge against your clit making you clench tighter against his cock.

“shh, shh,” he’d coo, slipping his thumb into your mouth for you to wrap your lips around. “you’re almost there, princess.”

“need you to hold on a bit longer,” logan replied, pressing a kiss against your cheek, stained with a stream of your runny mascara.

“daddy has to make sure that your pretty lil’ cunt is shaped perfectly to my cock, baby.”

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Some things never change even across the multiverse

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I felt more grounded, deeper connected than I ever had before in the 24 years. And the suit had a lot to do with that, I think. 

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a quiet stroll with xiao zhan 🫶🏼