#chat: logan

[vvidowbite]

@blackheartxmuses

It was a high priority target, one the Red Room had tried and failed to take out of commission more than once before they sent her. Natalia Romanova was one of the best to come through the Black Widow program, and once, she might have taken pride in that knowledge. Over time, the deaths had started to weigh on her though. She wanted… she wasn’t even sure what it was that she wanted. But the wanting was a problem all on its own. She wasn’t supposed to have wants or needs. She was a weapon, made of marble, trained only to do her job and do it well.

A small part of her wondered if they'd sent her to Logan Blakewood to die. It took time and observation to learn the security and his routines, but she was nothing if not patient. She assumed she wouldn't get more than one shot at this, figuratively and literally. Now, she was just waiting for him to get close enough to take it. What she assumed was his bedroom was otherwise empty. The Blakewoods were a powerful family, too powerful to risk a public assassination. If all went according to plan, she would be gone before anyone ever knew she was here.

[nymphoniah]

another little thought i had about old man!logan :3

(content/warnings: nsfw, ddlg vibes, reader is in their 20’s)

when you’re walking around with logan, you wouldn’t hold him by the hand, but by his thumb. your hand is tiny enough to wrap around his thumb, and it drives him wild.

“c’mon doll, hold onto me while we cross the street,” logan commands softly, lending out his hand for you to grab.

the finger that leads you around, when you’re doing errands, grocery shopping, walking at the park is the same exact one that brings you weak to your knees.

the same finger that rubs rough circles against your clit, that you suck on when your mouth is feeling empty of his cock. the same finger that he uses to tease your cunt.

“fuckin’ hell,” he hisses out, parting the entrance of your cunt with both of his thumbs, “you’re this soaking wet for your old man, huh?”

he dips one of his thumbs inside, taking in how your cunt absolutely drowns the digit in your arousal. you whimper beneath him, wanting more.

he chuckles at the sight and brings his thumb to his lips cleaning up the mess you made. “my little girl’s so sweet, inside and out,” he coos, making you blush an intense shade of red.

logan dips his thumb one more time back into your cunt, “need you to have a taste, princess,” he whispers into the shell of your ear, “you’re too fuckin’ good for me…”

[robo-writing]

Inspired by this post from @logansbaby

Lumberjack! Logan but it’s this version—older, wiser beyond his years and then some, still that rambunctious young man at heart but when your age grows, so does your patience. While his lines may be deeper and his hair might be ashen, he’s still every bit the man you fell in love with.

Just you, him, and the home he’s built for the both of you.

It’s quiet, peaceful, surrounded by the sounds of nature, the hum of the wind passing through the leaves. He’s got a warm fireplace for the winter, but that ain’t enough for him, no, how else is he gonna stay warm?

Gotta stay warm, darling. Wouldn’t want your old man to freeze to death, would ya?

So it’s then that Logan enjoys the advantages of secluded living—no neighbors to call a noise complaint when he’s got you on his lap.

The fireplace lights your skin with an amber glow, casting your features in such a pretty light, the sight of you leaving him in awe. His fingertips dance against your supple flesh, admiring, but not leading. He’d rather watch you do the work, enjoying how you tremble with each bounce of your hips, holding onto his shoulders for dear life. A small part of him almost takes pity on you, fingertips burning with greed as they close against your hips.

It would be so easy to take control, have you boneless and crying on his cock—it’s what he would’ve done when he was younger. It would be so easy, he thinks to himself, allowing himself this one moment of weakness, thrusting up into you when your hips fall. One experimental thrust upward, and you seize up, your lips forming a small “o” before moaning his name just how he likes it.

it would be so easy, he thinks to himself as your entire being arches, exposes itself to him. It would be so easy—

—but then it wouldn’t be nearly as fun now, would it?

He wouldn’t be able to see you shakily recover, wouldn’t feel your nails scratch at his shoulders, wouldn’t feel how you take a shaky little breath before continuing your languid pace. He wouldn’t have the pleasure to feel your pussy twitch against his length, to feel you shake with increasing need.

So, no matter how many times you beg him to fuck you properly, he won’t. Even when you kiss him so sweetly it reminds him of your nickname, honey, he won’t indulge in the saccarine temptation that is you.

No, he’d much rather you sit all nice and pretty and warm his cock like a good girl.

Logan may be older now, but he’s still the same man that loves watching his girl.

[spicyboelives]

Got a Bill and Ted sketch request a while ago on my kofi,,, a most triumphant moment.

[wo-verine]

Who the fuck is making these. I just want to have a chat.

[drac0line1nn1t]

*Wade playing with baby knife, flipping it in his hand*

Logan: can you stop that bub.

Wade: you know I can't get hurt by it, right?

Logan: yes, I'm aware but it's stupid

*wade ignores him and flips the knife, he doesn't catch it and it cuts down his palm*

Wade: oops

*Logan gets up and grabs the unused first aid kit even as the cut is healed*

Wade: what are you doing, honeybadger?

*Logan grabs one of the dinosaur printed band aids (who bought these) and walks back over to wade, putting the band aid over where the cut was*

Logan: consider it a mark of shame for being fucking stupid

[livelaughghoul]

Enrolling in the school of Logan Sargeant.

Step 1: lose my job

Step 2: disappear off the face of the earth, only to be spotted in my friends instagram stories like some sort of cryptid.

Step 3: follow my husband around everywhere.

Step 4: adopt the cutest fucking puppy to exist and give it the most basic white man name possible.

[woaghhh]

biblically accurate logan/scott/jean height difference IF YOU EVEN CARE

[xoxo-ren-xoxo]

It will never stop being funny to me that all the big dreamsmp creators turned out either

horrible law-breaking levels of terrible

not evil but just kind of sad to watch

genuinely funny and based

Like yeah over here we have the felons, over here we have the art theft and bad merch controversies, over here we have guy who is a proud faggot now and guy who told logan paul to kill himself

[secretsideofbree]

he’s so yummy I fear

I ALSO MADE THIS, ARE YOU GUYS PROUD OF ME.

[shih-coulda-had-it]

did you know. he went to storm first when he was scared. in the broodworld. (and then he nerve-pinched her because he realized she wasn't in the loop, but then actually ororo was the first of the x-men to sense the queen's egg on the starjammer and--)

[vvidowbite]

"My mind is set on you" - From Logan

"It's not like you to be so reckless." She raised an eyebrow, her skepticism plain on her face. Logan had offered her shelter and protection from the Red Room. It was a debt she'd never be able to repay, no matter how much intel she gave his family or how many missions she ran for them. It had been difficult to wrap her mind around the idea that neither was required of her. She hadn't completely trusted it at first. If they wanted her, they must want her for her talents. But they didn't. She had a special skillset though, and she preferred to use it.

She hadn't expected her attraction to him to be a problem though. Attraction was just another weapon in her toolbelt, and she found it entertaining to flirt with him. Natasha was still figuring out what it meant to be free and who she was without the Red Room's influence. She'd tried to convince herself it wasn't real. Her mind told her it was a cliche to have feelings for the man who'd saved her, but apparently that was a trope for a reason. And she wasn't alone in it. She laid a hand on his chest, unable to help herself from flirting even while she was trying to warn him away. "This could all be a lie, you know. Maybe the Red Room sent me to take down you and your family from the inside…" They didn't, and she wouldn't, but it would have made more sense than that they actually had feelings for each other.

[nymphoniah]

im gonna be telling you every single lustful thought about old man logan starting today AKSJDFJKSHDKFHKSJDHFJHSDJKFH

imagine reader being a cashier in the store at the gas station and logans over there filling up his bike and like, the heart eyes shes giving him. girlys in HEAT JSHJSHDJHKJSHKHD

the EXCITEMENT that rushes through her when logan enters the door to buy some beer. fingers brushing when he hands over the money to pay, batting her eyes at him. he raises an eyebrow at her, surprised that this pretty little thing wants him

and if he asks her what time her shift ends and waits for her? that is THEEE BEST quick fuck of her life

WELL YESSS OMFFJJFF???!!! i need that sleazy old man ASAPP

like i could see him being a regular, only stopping by your gas station, knowing the exact time you work. he doesn’t wanna admit he’s got a schoolboy crush on you—but he does!

like how could he ignore the sweet lil girl behind the register who gets flustered whenever he stops by, asking for the cheap, shitty tasting backwoods that were behind you. he didn’t mind smoking the cigars if it meant having a chat with you.

and all of a sudden, things change and you finally get the courage to flirt with him a bit, ask more about himself, about the bike he rides, why he’s always spotted alone, never with a girl with her arms wrapped around his waist?

and hear me out… quickie on his BIKEEEE??? likeeeee

[buckyscap]

will i ever shut up about poolverine marriage agenda? i dont think so

[xxplastic-cubexx]

logan on that plane when the divorcees started arguing had to have been AT LEAST one of his top 20 worst moments in life if not at least one of the most awkward like imagine not liking flying in the first place and then the plane starts being crumpled like tin foil once the metallokinetic gets frustrated and now we're all nosediving towards the middle of the ocean

[raventhebard]

If the Poolverine stops I may actually die