#dilf!logan

[lovingclaws]

selfies dilf!logan would send u hehehehehhehe (these are all retakes bcus duhhh he'd never send you a pic where hes smiling first!!)

[fbfh]

just woke up from a baby dream and I'm a sobbing wreck :) anyway Logan Huntzberger doesn't expect much from his future besides monetary success, partying, and a lot lot lot of sex. he definitley doesn't expect to look up one day and realize he's sharing a home, a life with someone. not only that, but he's the one that instigated it. he told you in college he didn't like you being around other guys. he stopped caring about the girls that he would go between, because now he just seems to care about you. everything else falls to the sidelines. so he comes back to his big fancy house after an important business meeting on the golf course, and he sees you there. some old sitcom is marathoning on tv, and you're wrapped up in fluffy blankets, hair up and out of your face. you look so cozy, so comfortable. you keep adjusting the blankets, fussing with them as you hum softly. he walks closer, overcome with a feeling of love and swelling pride and... paternal instinct he's never felt. your son Henry, just a month or two old is bundled on your arms. you look up at Logan and smile so warmly he could cry just from the look on your face when you see him.

"hi," you breathe softly. Henry's settled down, so you don't want to rile him up too much, but he's not all the way asleep.

"hey ace," he breaths, sitting next to you. he wraps you in his arms and kisses you, meeting forgotten as you both admire you baby boy together. you rub his tummy gently, soothingly, and Logan smooths his hair. it's short and fuzzy, and a little prickly. it makes him laugh softly. Henry is wearing the white and blue onesie Honor got for him at the baby shower. he makes a mental note to take some pictures to send her of him wearing it. the soft fabric of his polo shirt and the smell of his cologne mixed with the distinct remnants of golf course air is so comforting. he watches you admire your son, trace the shape of his cute little nose, copy the faces he makes, babble little noises at him. he watches you smooth his hair and help him get comfortable in your arms, watches you place your finger in his hand so he can hold onto it with that surprisingly strong baby death grip. Henry wiggles around, getting comfortable in your arms, and you kiss his forehead again. once you're sure that he's settled, not too warm and not too cold, comfortable and lying safely, you can finally relax. you rest your head on Logan's shoulder, closing your eyes and finally letting yourself relax and rest a little. you take in a big deep breath of his masculine scent, somehow both spicy and refreshing, and sigh. you're content. you're more than content, he realizes. you're happy. Logan... made you happy. he found out what you wanted and built you a life you want, a life he wants. it hits him like a ton of bricks in one overwhelming, amazing moment, and he soaks in the feeling, watching the way your sleeping babys face and yours mirror each other.

[nymphoniah]

sitting in his lap

yeah, you can call me a whore but i know for a fact that old man!logan calling me princess would cure me.

like just imagine sitting in his lap, all cozied up, wrapped perfectly between his muscular arms. thinking about his calloused fingers molding the flesh of your ass, firmly holding you still against him.

you shy away from him, pressing your face against his chest as his hands continue to work at your ass. his muscles tensing as you slowly grind against him, hesitant in giving into your aching desires.

he bring his hands up to cup your face, tracing his thumb against your bottom lip. his salt-and-pepper beard tickles your face as he showers you in gentle kisses.

“don’t be shy, princess.” he murmurs, his thumb slipping into your mouth, and your tongue wraps around him. you hollow your cheeks, and the wanton pop that follows when you release him slices the tension in the air.

“look at me.” he commands, tipping your chin upwards, and you look right at him through your mascara clumped eyelashes.

your vision is hazy, brain is fuzzy—but one thing’s for sure, you need him, carnally. your eyes almost light up when you spot the smirk forming at the corner of his mouth, seeing how in awe you are from the slightest touch from him.

“there you are, kiddo” he coos, placing a chaste kiss on your forehead. “there’s my princess.”

[celestiamour]

my controversially older husband 💞

[loganhowlettssweetheart]

god his salt n pepper beard, the drink, his hands. ive said it before and ill say it again: OLDER DAD BF VIBES!

[newwavesylviaplath]

NO WAY SUTTON CAN HANDLE ALLAT

[asgardswinter]

Hugh Jackman as Logan 'Wolverine' Howlett in X-men: Days Of Future Past

[sugarskulls99]

I wanna ride him till the end of the night.

[a1yaaaa]

MY BELOVEDS !! MY BELOVEDS !!!!!!!!

[writerwrabbleswords]

Bongos (but male) | Logan Howlett X [Dilf] Reader

What Logan wouldn't give to have that damn DILF bent over...

  Quick Notes :  Thank you to our savior @/dorkszn for their glorious Dilf! Reader drabbles! The idea of a Dilf! Reader came directly from their posts, so be sure to give them a follow! Obviously this work is in no way related to their own, and is my own version of Logan and a Dilf! Reader. Please enjoy.

  Story Details :  1,300 words, Dilf! Reader referred to as ‘You/Your,’ Reader has twins, Readers children are animal mutants (bear), Readers children are named ‘Jett’ and ‘Hogan,’ Reader is divorced, Reader is about forty to forty-five, Reader is lightly implied to be a mutant, Reader is described as ‘having stubble,’ Logan is whipped for Reader, Logan ogles reader, and finally, sexual implications in almost everything Logan thinks

 Though, even he could admit a few of the kids stood out; there was a little red-head, about eight or so, whose mutation was a pair of wings (though they had only started growing in a few years earlier), and a teenage boy who frequently turned invisible to get away with stealing cigarettes (he never did, and Logan was the one to drag him to the professor's office). 

Despite working at the school for a few months, Logan was not fond of children. They were loud, frequently interrupted his smoke breaks, and often had mutations that they had little to no control over. In short, it was his personal hell. He only took the job because Chuck had asked him, and as much as he hated to admit it, he owed the man something (even if this job made him want to rip his hair out). 

  A gruff sigh left the older mutant, who fiddled with the cigar between his teeth as he leaned back against the wall of the hallway. It was getting dark, most students in their rooms and preparing for bed. Except, Logan could smell a few brats out and about, their scent making his nose twitch in disgust; they smelled like shit - like mud and the forest.

  His gaze was drawn towards the end of the hall by the sound of giggles - clearly children - and the sound of a heavy sigh soon following. Before Logan could push off to investigate, he blinked in surprise when the source of the noise rounded the corner.

  A man - a man he’d never seen but immediately needed to get to know - was carrying two children, one under each arm; You. At the sight of him, you gave him a tired grin, the crows feet on your eyes crinkling as he felt his heart thump against his chest. The mutant didn’t care if he was staring - you were downright sexy. You wore a shirt with the sleeves up past your elbows and a set of slacks that seemed to accentuate every part of your frame. What Logan wouldn’t give to see you bent over a-

  “Nice night, ain’t it?” You called out, shaking Logan from his thoughts as he took an inhale from his cigar to clear his mind.

  “Could be better,”

  He retorted, his eyes drifting to the two squirming mutants in your arms. They looked like you to a tea, their eyes the same color as yours with a nose to match - the only part that was different were the set of rounded ears on the brats heads. Logan guessed bear, but cat might have been it, too. Both the kids groaned, wriggling around as one tried to hit your side,

  “Papa, ‘s not fair!” one whined, making your gaze turn downwards as you arched a brow, “Yeah, papa! You never let us out into the trees!” The other added quickly.

  Instead of replying right away, Logan watched as you hoisted the two higher into the air and did a small spin, making their complaining turn to squeals of laughter.

  “You two can’t go outside without me because you roll in the mud,” You stated lightheartedly, coming to a stop as you affectionately glared at the two children in your arms.

  He shifted his focus to the two mutants, raising an eyebrow as he finally noticed the clumps of mud, dirt, and leaves that clung to the two - definitely bear, then. It was then that Logan took a more obvious look at your face, his cigar sitting in his mouth for a moment as he analyzed every little detail; you had stubble, as though you hadn’t shaved in a few days, and eyes that held a clear fondness for the two kids in your arms. His eyes moved downward, glancing at your visible forearms - hairy, but not too much so, with some muscle obvious. Fuck, you were his type. 

 “You know where I can find a hose? Or a bathtub?”

  Your voice pulled him out of his ogling, his gaze returning to your face as he grunted, pulling the cigar out of his mouth and exhaling a cloud of smoke towards the ceiling.

  “Med bay has bathtubs, should work for the… mud,” 

  Logan knew how he came across - mean, gruff, an asshole - but you didn’t seem to pick up on it, simply giving him that same tired smile before nodding and glancing down at your kids.

  “Alright, med bay it is! Come on, twerps, bath then bed; I’ve got to get all this mud out of your hair and fur,” 

The sound of your chuckle, gruff with age, made a shiver run down the older mutants’ spine. 

  “You guys new here?” He found himself asking out of curiosity, leaning against the wall again as his eyes raked over your form, “Haven’t seen your kids in any of my classes.”

  You paused, shifting the two mutants under your arms before holding them up one at a time, 

  “This is Hogan.” You raised the child in your right arm, “and this is Jett,” you raised the child in your left arm.

  Both children groaned at being named, beginning to squirm once more as they let out soft bear vocalizations - Logan filed that under something he hadn’t expected, but wasn’t surprised by.

  “Cute kids,” he stated, taking a long drag of his cigar before his gaze dropped to your legs.

  He could’ve sworn he saw one of your pant legs moved at his complement, but he brushed the thought aside as his own imagination, slowly trailing his eyes back up to your face. If you noticed, you didn’t call him out on his staring, instead focusing your attention on your mutant bear cubs with a fond huff,

  “Thank you, really. I got custody after their mother divorced me.” You stated it so bluntly that it made Logan nearly drop his cigar, though he quickly recomposed himself as you continued, “They’re my little bear cubs, all fuzzy and cute.”

  He watched as you cooed down at your children, a slight smirk tugging at his lips; you loved them, that much was clear.

  “Are they the ones who’ve been raiding the school's fridge at night?” 

  He asked jokingly, watching as your expression turned sheepish.

  “That… Is likely my boys, yes,” You said after a moment, adjusting the two bear mutants in your arms before sighing and shaking your head, “They eat like crazy. It’s hard to keep them full without handing them a snack every thirty minutes.”

  Hogan seemed insulted at your words, his expression turning into a fierce pout as he crossed his arms and sulked,

  “Papa not feed us! We need more food!” Jett immediately knew what his twin was doing and copied the boys’ pose, “Yeah! More food! More food!”

  The two bear mutants descended into a chant of ‘more food,’ causing an amused smile to cross your face - Logan wanted to see more than just that. He wondered what you’d look like blushing…

  “Well, we can have a snack after you two take a bath,” 

You said fondly, rolling your eyes as you began to walk down the hall towards the med bay. Before you walked too far, however, Logan watched as you turned around,

  “Got a name, stranger?” 

  He blinked, his mouth suddenly dry as he focused entirely on your, ahem, assets, which looked downright amazing in those tight slacks. Pulling his gaze away, he grunted, taking a pull from his cigar to try and clear the thoughts running through his mind.

  “Logan; Logan Howlett,” 

  He answered gruffly, finally returning his eyes to you as he caught the friendly smile you sent his way.

  “Nice to meet you, Howlett. I figure we’ll be seeing you around,”

  With that, you turned and continued towards the med bay, adjusting and joking with the two pouting bear cubs in your arms.

  In that moment, Logan realized he wanted you right fucking now. Multiple times, in his bed preferably, with you calling out his name as he-

 A gruff and irritated sigh pulled itself free, the mutant glancing down before he adjusted himself and began to walk towards his room. He needed a shower. A cold one.

[kookiekult]

What the audio said 😀

Sharing this thirsty edit I did of logan because why not 🙈

I'm obsessed with this man someone sedate me

[dorkszn]

logan + dilf reader | pt. 2

1k words, alcohol, just a little make out scene, mentions of marie, not proofread

You let out a tired sigh as you walk into the common room of the X-Mansion. The room is dim with nothing but a few yellow lights and the TV. Logan’s head perks up slightly at the sound of your soft footsteps, glancing over the couch to see who was coming.

He sees the sleepy expression on your face and the sleeves of your sweater pushed up to your elbows, showing off your forearms and hands that he never stops staring at. The smallest, taunting grin growing on his face. “Kid finally sleep?” Logan asks lowly, watching intently as you round the couch.

“Yep,” you say in relief as you drop down onto the couch, probably a little closer to Logan than normal but you hardly notice. “He doesn’t understand that curfew means the same thing as bedtime.” You huff, slouching against the couch cushion.

Your low eyes on the TV screen while Logan’s trail up and down your body and face. Over the way your legs sit spread in your jeans and the way your arm rests across the top of the couch. He just chuckles in response before reaching out and grabbing one of the unopened beers on the table.

He cracks it open and holds it out to you. “Thanks,” you mutter as you take it. You probably bring the bottle to your lips and tip your head back slightly a little too fast but you couldn’t care less right now. Logan’s eyes trained on your throat through the darkness as you drink, as if he was plotting on it. Like a lion ready to pounce on its prey, tearing its neck out first to end its suffering.

“The institute’s helped with his mutation but for some reason, it’s giving him more energy? Kids are weird as hell,” you explain, subconsciously playing with the neck of the bottle in your soft hand.

“Tell me about it,” Logan mumbles with an eye roll before taking a swig of his drink. Without thinking, he reaches out and gently pats your thigh with his hand. Your body reacts before you can even register what he did, tensing slightly before relaxing again. “You’ll be alright, Bub.”

You drag your eyes over to Logan’s, not quite sure what to say. He just looks back at you and takes another swig of his drink. His sharp gaze a mix between saying “yeah, I just did that” and “what’re you looking at me for? I didn’t do anything.”

“Yeah, I’ll be alright,” you opt for murmuring before turning back to the TV. You sit in almost silence for a few moments, just sipping at your drinks. Until you speak up again. “How’s Marie been?” You ask, sparing Logan the smallest glance.

“Good. Yeah, uh, she’s been good. Doin’ a lot around this place,” Logan answers as he sets his beer down on the table and leans back into the couch.

“Kid loves her, y’know? Always looking for her. Runs around calling her “big sis,”” you tell Logan with a small chuckle, a low, tired and slightly hoarse chuckle that hits Logan’s ears so perfectly.

“Yeah? She ain’t tell me nothing about that,” Logan says, just the tiniest bit offended that Marie didn’t tell him something like that.

“Really? That’s surprising. That’s your little girl, ain’t she?” You respond with a weary grin, watching his expression.

“No. Not my girl,” Logan snorts with a small shake of his head. Even though he knows he’s lying.

You look at him with mock-skepticism, eyes flicking him up and down. “Yeah, right, definitely not your girl,” you say sarcastically.

“If she is my girl and your boy calls her “big sis”, what does that make us?” Logan questions, staring at your features through the dim lighting of the room. The space feeling a little darker and heavier than before.

“I don’t know, what does that make us, Logan?” You respond as you take a quick sip of your beer, your body subconsciously leaning closer to his. Logan’s eyes almost instinctively flick down to your lips as they do often.

“Two tipsy fucks whose kids get along pretty damn well,” Logan mutters, his heart beginning to pick up speed slightly as he leans closer to you as well.

“And?” you ask.

“Two stressed out fucks who need some relief,” Logan adds. You let out a small laugh at that, mischief dancing in the sound.

“Damn right,” you hum before your free hand comes up and takes ahold of Logan’s jaw, pulling him to you before your tired mind can even rethink it. Logan tenses before immediately melting into your lips.

You can taste the alcohol and his old cigars on his lips. His large hand cupping under your leg and tugging you closer to him. Such a lazy and sloppy kiss but a kiss nonetheless. His hand gently squeezing your thigh through your jeans as his tongue swipes over and through your lips.

Logan is supposed to be a “bad guy.” You’re supposed to stay away from him. He’s supposed to taste like bad things but he doesn’t. Not when he’s hungrily exploring your mouth, not when you can taste the mix of bitter beer and your saliva stringing between tongues.

Your hand glides down from Logan’s jaw, over his neck and shoulder, your fingers slightly digging into his skin as they drag down his arm. A groan vibrating from his throat only to be swallowed up by your own mouth.

Logan nearly chases your lips without thinking as you pull away breathlessly. A thin string of glistening saliva between your lips. You just look into Logan’s low, hazy eyes for a moment as you catch your breath. Your hand instinctively shifting to gently rub his arm instead.

You glance down at the half empty beer bottle in your hand, the brown slightly illuminated by the TV light. “I should… I should go to bed,” you mutter to Logan, still not looking him in the eyes. His brows furrowing as he hears your words. You move to prepare to stand from the couch.

“Bub, wait,” Logan quickly reaches out, hooking his fingers into your belt loops and pulling you back down to him. You damn near land in his lap with a small grunt as he tugs you down. His grip on you loosens slightly as he looks you in the eye but he doesn’t let go.

“Just… let me take care of you.”

[fbfh]

Okay WEEW! I just ready through your entire Logan Huntzbereger tag and I need to know more about this casual dominance but I got SO MANY butterflies while reading through your tag.

Also, maybe some headcanons of what he's like in bed.... only if your comfortable with that of course.

AAaAAAAUUGGHH. y E S.

Logan's casual dominance comes in many wonderful foms. It's really second nature to him, especially with you. He has no clue what it is about you, but something about you activates every single daddy dom must protect gene in him. which is a lot of them. Once you know to look for it, you start seeing his casual dominance everywhere. and it ALQAYS fills you with butterflies. He opens doors for you every single time, no matter where you are. He's SO the type to put his hand on the small of your back to move you where he wants you. He buckles your seatbelt, fixes your blothes, zips and unzips you up when you're getting dressed. He insists on tying your shoes, and always has a pair of comfy shoes in your size on him if you wear heels, just in case you end up walking more than you expected to. He bundles you up even when you insist you're warm enough (and he's usually right, it probably is a little chillier than you expected). If you get shy on him he'll hold your face in his hands to make sure you're looking at him when he really wants to drive home a point. The main way you realized how casually dominant he is and how much you fucking LOVE it, is because after being around him for long you realized that you really do just shut your brain off in public around him. You never noticed how relaxing and refrehsing it is to not have to think, to not have to lift a finger, and BELIEVE ME. Logan will not let you if you don't want to. He'll send a car or a check or whatever you need to be totally taken care of and GOD does it make your stomach flip and heart pound.

[nymphoniah]

wonderful tonight | logan howlett

pairing: old man!logan x younger!reader

i’m yearning for old man!logan so fuckin’ badddd. just been thinking about curling up next to him in bed, resting your head in his lap while he’s propped upright, smoking a cigar.

content/tags: domesticity, pet names, hints of sexual content, just very fluffy tbh lol, implied age gap (logan is >200 years old, reader is in their 20’s).

one hand is occupied with rubbing finger eights with his thumb along your jawline, and the other is pinching the spine and pages of the book he’s reading. the cigar rests in the corner of his mouth, and he releases the occasional puff to let the smoke out.

he always pays attention to his girl. he’ll make sure of it. whether he’s busy or tired, he’ll always make time for you.

and right now, that’s petting you like you’re his own little cat, which isn’t too far off of a description—with every caress of his calloused fingers against your face, you’re mewling. all you need to do is grow a tail.

“such a pretty girl,” he murmurs, huffing out some smoke. he glances down at you, pinching your cheek before he moves his hand away from you to rest his cigar on the ashtray.

licking his index finger and thumb, he then flips to the next page of his book, looking down at the contents through his glasses.

“logan…” you whine, tugging at the hem of his shirt in an attempt to get his attention.

“don’t think i forgot about you, darlin’” he chuckles, running a hand through your hair, ruffling it slightly.

he folds the corner of the page of his book and stows it away on the beside table.

“now show your old man some sugar,” he lulls, patting his thighs for you to sit on.

[loganhowlettssweetheart]

my old man and his silly prescription glasses 🫠 <333

[pitifulwolves]

This is how I picture Logan in my single dad au