#Movies 2017

[tinseltine]

https://tinseltine.com/movie-blog-post-inconvenient-seque/

[mellosghosts]

that one the pacifier 2005 scene but it's laura annoying logan just a few days before he fucking dies

[logansbaby]

my pretty logan <3 the kitty cat hair will FOREVER be a fave!!!! if dangerous, why cute and fluffy?

[yeeclaw]

DEADPOOL: "It's only nine people, but my entire world is right here in this picture. And I have no idea how to save it alone, but you! You know how to save 'em!" LAURA: "¡Mira!, aquí!, aquí!, quiero que me lleves! ¡Mira!, a ver!, aquí!, aquí!, aquí están mis amigos! ¡Vámonos! Jonah. Gideon. Rebecca. Delilah. Rictor. Jonah. Gideon. Rebecca. Delilah. Rictor. Jonah"... [Look! Here! Here! I want you to take me! Look, let's see! Here, here, here are my friends! Let's go!]

Deadpool and Wolverine (2024) / Logan (2017)

[adayumantium]

Anybody Seen My Baby?

Old Man Logan x gender neutral!reader Smut

a/n: I watched a certain livestream and knew what I had to do. Old Man Logan fuckers (and one bestie in particular <3), this one’s for you <3 divider by muruffin

Summary: in which Logan has to keep pushing his glasses up while he fucks you. 

W/C: 400

tags/warnings: Porn with ZEROOOO Plot, SMUT! MDNI!, unprotected sofa sex, age gap (bro is 200+), cursing, pet names (baby), creampies <3 not proofread fr

Who knew that sofa sex could be so good? Logan had you in his lap, your arms around his broad, scarred shoulders as he stretched you out. You picked up your pace, bouncing on him and loving the way Logan struggled to maintain his composure. His glasses started to slip down his nose as your pace increased, and you caught them with a nudge of your nose and a slip of your tongue into his mouth. 

His beard brushed your chin as your noises mixed together in the air, your bodies coming together with desperation and desire. You were obsessed with how he would pant and sweat, desperate to give you everything he had. 

“Fuck, fuck, baby, gotta stop that. I’m not what I used to be,” he mumbled, although his hands spoke a different story; he was still pushing you back down as you rose, forcing you down on his rock-hard cock. 

Logan’s hands left your hips briefly, pushing his glasses back up his nose once more. Despite his request, you kept your pace, desperate to make him come undone. 

“You know,” you purred in Logan’s ear, “if your glasses keep slipping, just take them off,” you insisted. 

“N-no, gotta see you,” his jaw clenched, rough hand desperate to find more of your skin. “That’s right, take what you need, baby,” he nodded with approval. “I’ve got you,” You thought his selflessness was sweet, but all you wanted was to have him fill you with his warmth. He’d always want you to finish first, you wanted him to finish first; it was the dance you always did. This time, you were going to win. 

 Despite your cock-drunk haze, you’d been meaning to try something new anyway. 

A shift of your hips. Forward. Back. Right. L. 

A sweet little circle. O. 

He started to register these new movements, intentional and different. 

You leaned forward with a smile. 

“You like it when I spell your name on your cock?” 

That’s all it took- two letters and Logan was desperate to come inside you. His hips bucked underneath you, sloppy as he grunts, letting his primal nature overtake him.

“Goddamn!” Logan muttered, his cock spilling into you as his hips started to sputter. 

“Don’t worry, baby, I’ve got you” you smiled, fixing his glasses again as you placed a sweet kiss on his head.

[rqnarok]

LATCH | pervy!old man!logan x fem!reader

summary: you come up at logan at night and he finally gives in to his desires. 

content warnings/tags: smut, mdni! little to no plot. old man!logan. unspecified age gap. soft dom!logan. sub!reader. pervy!logan. pet names (kid, kiddo, little girl, princess, etc). logan calls himself ‘old man’. fingering (f receiving). innocence kink. not proofread. wc: 1,5k

Logan Howlett is not a good man. 

“I’m not a good man, sweets.”

He has not been a good man in years. 

Still, when he scoops your sobbing figure in his arms on that day at the X-Mansion, he feels like a good man. 

“C’mon. Let’s go, kid. I’ll take care of you.”

Ever since then, you look up to him as if he is some kind of savior. A hero. A good man. 

And he starts to believe that. 

At first, it started oh, very casual—innocently. By working himself to death for the sake of your comfort. Earning money so that he could see that smile on your pretty face when he gives you gifts: new dresses, books, food—anything you want, really. He’d give it to you.

You walk up to him one Friday, showing your brand new sundress that you bought using his money, “Logan! It fits me so well, don’t cha think?”

The sight of you twirling around and giggling in front of him is enough to be his bad-day-cure, “Spin one more time, princess. Don’t have my glasses on.” 

He lies. He just wants to catch a glimpse of your cottoned panties in the process. 

Logan perceives himself as a sick fuck when he starts seeing you in that way. But hey, he did say that he is not a good man, right?  

He tried to control it, he really tried. Composing himself and creating some moral values in his head in an attempt to be in charge of his corrupted desires. 

But Logan forgot one simple thing: he can control himself all he wants, but he could never control you. 

You may be content but you are far from stupid.

It takes you months to perfect this mastermind plan—or so you call it. This mischief came into you when you decided that you had enough of Logan and his games. You know he yearns for you and you feel the same way, too. 

He peeks over you so… hungrily and thinks you wouldn’t notice? 

When you confront him about it one morning, he nonchalantly brushes it off by letting out a dry chuckle and mutters something around, “What ya’ talking ‘bout, kiddo? Go ‘head finish your breakfast.”  

But you know! You always catch his yearning gazes and… hear him over the shower one time. Moaning and grunting your name when he thought you were out buying the weekly groceries. It upsets you that he does not give in. 

So then, you concluded that you will determine to bring his temptation up to the surface and break his poor self-control through this little contemplation of yours. 

It takes a while to gain your courage and when you finally creep up into Logan’s room, the clock on the wall ticks at half past two in the morning. 2:30 AM. 

Logan said he’d take care of you, right? Said he’d do anything for you, right? Well, you need him now, “Logan? Logan? It hurts.” You whisper into the chilly air as you shake him up from his deep slumber.

And y’know, he’s a tired old man—so it takes him a while to wake up. He grabs his glasses from the nightstand beside him and slides them right on. When Logan sees you standing sleepily before him in your nightie gown, Good Lord. 

“Hey, hey—what’s goin’ on, princess?” You’re all teared up and your lips are bitten red. You look heavenly in the shaft of moonlight that slips through the window and into Logan’s bedroom. 

Your actions speak for themselves as you make your way onto his lap and nuzzle into his greying beard. “Tell your old man what’s got you so upset. C’mon.” He wants to take a good look at your face but you are so latched to him—snuffling into his broad shoulder all gloomy and wretched. 

“Hurts so bad.” You repeat yourself as your arms make their way around his neck. “Hurts, Logan.” 

“Hm? What hurts?” 

Pure silence as your little fingers wrap around Logan’s wrist and place it on your knee. Then, you’re guiding him up up up and he knows where this is going but he could not stop it. 

Fuck. He curses himself. Should’a know you’d pull some shit like this.

Finally, you stop his large calloused hand on top of your pussy. It’s heating up. Logan can feel the warmth of your cunt through your thin white cotton panties—his middle finger twitches with the urge to palm you. But no. That’s not what a good man should do. He tries to remember all the moral values he has created in his head while he sighs deeply and closes his eyes. 

“Kiddo-”

“Want to cum, please, Logan.” You take his face in your hands in the way that you always do and his hand is still on top of your clothed mound. “Please…! You said you’d help me, take care of me. I’ll be good, promise. Please.” His eyes open and he looks at your big eyes then your lips then your eyes again. That’s when you know you had him. “Hurts.” 

With half-lidded eyes, you watch Logan lose his composure, “Yeah? You’d be good f’me?” His head goes forward as he pampers your face with gentle kisses and you gulp because you don’t know what to do now. 

“Why don’t you lay down and let me take a look?” 

His scent combination of beer, whiskey, and cigars lingers around you as you rest your aching body on his bed. Looking up at him all mesmerized and lust-filled. 

Logan tries to soften his features for you. He thinks the heave of your chest moving up and down, up and down is one of the most beautiful things he has ever seen. He said he’d take care of you and that’s all he’s doin’ now. Taking care of his pretty baby. 

“C’mon. Open up to your old man.” He says, patting the sides of your thighs to part. And you did what you’re told, revealing the wet spot of your panties, and Logan curses. Mutters something under his breath. 

“You’ve been touching yourself here, Little Missy? That’s what got you dripping?” You throw your head back and huff a breathy ‘ah’ at the feel of his big fingers rubbing circles along the slick. Logan wants you to sing for him, “Use your big girl words, c’mon.” 

“Y-yes! Been touching myself…” Your red cheeks heat up at your own answer, suddenly feel so little. Logan hums deeply at your reply, hooking his fingers at one side of your panties and pulling them aside. Oh, he can tell. “Mhm.”

You were in a moment of bliss until he stopped his movement and brought your panties back to its original place, “Show me.” 

“L-Logan…” you respond by shaking your head erratically. Nononono— this isn’t a part of your plan. This becomes humiliating. No way. 

“What d’ya mean no, princess?” Logan grins—he knows you’re playing something and he is not going to lose so easily. “You want me to take care of you, yeah? Gotta show your old man what you were doin’ so he knows what he can do.” 

Well, he is not wrong. You let a huff defeatedly and roll yourself onto your front, shoving one of Logan’s pillows between your plushy thighs. And Logan is bewitched and hypnotized and fuck, so hard. His cock sticks up in his boxers briefs it hurts. 

Through his lens, he attentively watches every move you make: how your nightie gown hikes up to your chest and reveals a glimpse of your breasts, how you roll your hips in circles, how you throw your head back up facing the ceiling. The noises you make—sounds he not-so-accidentally heard when he passes your room at night when he comes home from work. This is what you've been doing? 

“Aight’. I know the problem is, sweets.” You slow down your movements as you gaze at him all doe-eyed. He places his palm on your back to still you. Your head lulls back and forth as you wait for his guidance. 

“You need something inside. Have you had something inside, baby?” He turns you to him oh, so delicately as if you are something fragile. 

You shake your head slightly at his question, suddenly embarrassed. Logan is so hard at this. He can't hold back anymore. “I see. ‘S alright, little girl. Lean on top of me. I’ll show you how it’s done. Y’ just need to trust your old man, yeah?” 

And you do. You always do. You love him. 

He smiles down at you, showing the wrinkles and scars on his face. “I love ya’. Give me some sugar first. Let me kiss ya’.” 

The kiss is more than just a distraction. It’s a repetition of him saying I love ya’ through his actions. What comes next is new to you, his large fingers probing at your entrance as you hiss and whimper and sob. Logan eases you open while kissing your inner thighs, letting you feel his scruffy beard. Raining you with his sweet praises, “Oh, that’s a good girl, alright. My sweet girl.” 

Then it leads you to it. The main purpose of your plan here in the first place. 

The clothes you both had on are thrown all over the floor as he hovers above you, taking off his glasses—placing kisses everywhere he can reach. “Y’want it?” And the tip of his cock finally nudges between your folds in an aching stretch and you mewl.

“Your old man’s gonna take care of you.” 

He always does.

[emtozier21]

[gloomy-prince]

Trans Eddie au pt 41! Struggling to think of a quip. I got nothing

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[w0lfwren]

what clown are you guys talking about it 2017 was a coming of age comedy

(another one)

[whoisflattery]

[theartsharki]

Not scary at all, scary or very scary?

[amelia-mariee]

people be like “omg this is my comfort movie” and it’s a bunch of people having the worst day of their life

[bambiilooza]

what the fuck

[logansbaby]

MY MAN MY MAN MY MAN MY MAN MY MAN MY MAN MY MAN MY MAN MY MAN MY MAN

[yeeclaw]

❝ You know, Logan. This is what life looks like. A house, people who love each other. Safe place. You should take a moment and feel it. ❞

Dafne Keen as Laura in Logan (2017) & Deadpool & Wolverine (2024)

[adayumantium]

Some sfw domestic Logan hcs bc im trying to keep my children FED while I start my new job: 

I desperately need to talk about Logan mowing the lawn bc like,,,

You KNOW he refuses to use the fancy ass riding mower and insists he uses the push mower. He always does it shirtless and sweats to the point he glistens. (you always watch from the window and have an ice-cold beer ready for him when he comes inside).

He's also super stubborn if anything in the house breaks, like this man does not believe in calling people or watching tutorials. Logan Howlett is going to DIY this shit if it kills him.

He also grills with his claws. Like hot dogs just like skewered on his claws and you hate it but also deal with it as long as he doesn't do it in front of your neighbors.

he has an apron that says "my meat is going in your mouth today" (it was a gift. probably from deadpool)

You like to bring him to IKEA because he's strong enough to carry the furniture, but he thinks its dumb ("I can make all of this shit for a quarter of the price, and hell, I'll give it a name you can actually pronounce..." and "if you don't need tools to build it, that shit's not real furniture")

At first, Logan only lets you be the big spoon bc he saw how happy it made you, but after a while, he started to request it like once in a blue moon. You call yourself his little jetpack, and those nights are the best sleep he gets (he would never admit this)