#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]

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]

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 💞

[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.

[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.”

[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

[pitifulwolves]

This is how I picture Logan in my single dad au

[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]

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.

[claws-and-quills]

Alone

A/N: Another self-indulgent fic involving Old Man Logan because, let's face it, I would absolutely let him destroy my cervix

CW: Implied Age Gap, Established Situationship, Situationship Turned Relationship, Thigh Riding, Lap Dance, Mentions of Adult Entertainment/Stripping, Strip Tease, Soft Dom/Sub Dynamic, Unprotected Sex, Mentions of Male and Female Anatomy, Marking, Slight Breeding Kink(?), Praise Kink, Daddy Kink

Genre: Fluff and Smut

Pairing: Old Man Logan x Fem Mutant!Reader

Word Count: 3.9k

You had been seeing Logan for quite some time now. At first, it started as a once in a while occurrence, but over the past few months, seeing him had become more of a regular routine. It started off as a nightly thing in the evenings you worked. At first, you thought of him as being this battered, beaten, drunk old man. But after a few encounters, lap dances, and conversations, you discovered that he's actually not that bad of a person.

Tonight was a rare night that you got to be alone with Logan in the comfort of your own home. Your heart practically lept into your throat at the subtle knock at your apartment door. Without hesitation, you open the door to greet him. The corners of his eyes crease and wrinkle as he smiles down at you. Taking his hand into yours, you gently pull him into your apartment. With Logan, you had broken so many of the promises you had made to yourself as a stripper. He was the first man you allowed to touch you during a lap dance; the first man you willingly kissed during a private session; the first man that you fucked both inside and outside of work, and now you've broken the biggest rule you ever set to yourself. You've allowed him not just into your home but into your life, too.

In the beginning, it was just purely for the thrill. The idea of going against everything you knew and was taught was such an adrenaline rush in the beginning. But now, just the sight of Logan made your heart and stomach somersault. It was nothing serious at first, but now, that all began to change. His soft chuckle brings you out of your thoughts. Your cheeks and chest heat up at the realization that he could hear the helpless fluttering of your heart. He curls a strong arm around your waist, gently pulling you against his body.

“Excited to see me?” He teased quietly. You allow yourself to melt into his embrace, resting your hands on his chest while you gaze up at him, feigning mock innocence. You chuckle softly under your breath. With him, it was damn near impossible to hide anything. Despite his age, he still had his heightened senses. He could hear the happy pitter patter of your heart; smell the sweet aroma of your natural scent; he could practically taste you on his tongue.

“A little. I'm almost finished with dinner. Have a seat, and get comfortable.” You stand on your tiptoes, placing a tender and chaste kiss against his lips. His hands grip the curves of your hips, pulling you closer. His coarse beard scratches at your skin, drawing small goosebumps to the surface of your arms and around your neck and chest. Your hands find his chest, and a soft chuckle tickles the back of your throat. Never in your wildest of dreams or fantasies would have imagined yourself in a situation like this. You were comfortable, felt appreciated, and felt loved even.

“Sometimes, you really are too good for me.” Logan murmured softly. You had grown to understand that was his own way of appreciating you. Words and emotions were never his strong suit, but the same went for you as well. There was no real in-between with you. Either you spoke and rambled too much, or you didn't speak at all. With Logan, you felt grounded, stable, and at ease. Once his grip fell from your hips, you were able to hurry into the kitchen to finish the final touches to dinner.

On any other night, you would have settled for takeout. A night that blurred together of music, wandering hands, and the hushed sounds of rough, desperate sex. Tonight, though, was going to be different. You watched from over your shoulder as Logan shrugged out of his jacket. The white beater he wore underneath really accentuated how toned his body was. You couldn't keep your eyes off of him. He was imperfectly perfect in your eyes. Small moments like this, you cherished the most with him. They didn't come around often, but when they did, you never wanted them to end. After fixing up a plate for both you and Logan, you join him at your small kitchen table.

Over the course of the past several months, Logan had let you in little by little. He could smell on you that you, too, were a mutant. The moments he'd let his guard down with you, we're cherished deeply. He had opened up little by little about his life with Charles and taking on the responsibility of fatherhood to Laura. Hearing more of his struggles had drawn you in closer to him. Against his will, you had always found ways to help Logan with Charles and Laura, whether it was affording the medications for Charles’ seizures or guiding Logan through the labyrinth of being a girl dad. You tried to be there for all of them in some way or another. Though his mouth never said it, you knew he was thankful for you. He had his own ways of showing gratitude towards you.

“So, what's the special occasion?” Logan finally asks, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled into the air. The look in his eyes was hard to read. The soft smile that curled the corner of his lips made your heart skip a beat.

“I wanted to do something nice for you. Do I really need an excuse to pamper you and treat you to something nice?” You ask innocently, batting your eyes at him. He rolls his eyes with a soft shake of his head. “Besides, I think in the last six months, this is the first time where we can actually enjoy each other. I wanted it to be something special.”

Logan's hard features soften, a rare sight you hardly witnessed. For a brief moment, you could have sworn the faintest hint of appreciation softened the hard lines that rested on his weathered features. You chuckle softly, reaching over to gently squeeze his hand with assurance. By this time, you could practically guess his thoughts. From the expression he held in his eyes, it looked as though he held guilt to them. His eyes trail up along your body, resting on your eyes while he breathes out a quiet, and apologetic sigh.

“Don't be a sour puss, Lo. I wanted to do this for you. I'm not expecting anything back out of this. With you…I don't feel so alone. You've slowly let me into your life; have taken care of me in more ways than I can count; and…you've made life a little less boring for me.” Using your thumb, you gently caress his worn and scarred knuckles. He opens his mouth to protest, but sighs at the look you give him.

“Well, guess I'll just have to show my appreciation in some other way then, now won't I?” He lifts your hand to his lips, pressing a kiss onto your knuckles. Something in his eyes changes as he stands up. In a fluid motion, he pulls you to stand with him so that his lips can be crushed against yours. A soft gasp is pulled from your lips as his hands find the soft curves of your ass. Gripping your ass tightly, he lifts you up with ease, setting you on the kitchen counter. The amount of strength he had in his broken and old body still amazed you no matter how many times you've been handled like this.

“Lo…” You murmur against his lips, sliding your hands down his chest. “Let me take care of you.” Your hands grip his shoulders as your head lulls back against the wall. Chills run through your body as his lips move from your mouth to follow the subtle curve of your neck. The combination of the heat of his mouth partnered with the roughness of his beard against your sensitive skin elicits a soft, needy moan from your lips. His hands slide up the soft curves of your waist, up past your ribs, and to your breasts, roughly palming them into his hands through your shirt and bra.

“Never said that you couldn't, doll.” He husks against your neck. His lips find a particularly sensitive spot along your pulse, sucking harshly and drawing another needy moan from you. Your fingers become entangled into his salt and pepper hair, tugging his head away from your neck. His lips are on yours again, for a deep and heated kiss. His thumbs draw tight circles over the tender buds of your nipples, drawing a soft whine from you yet again. He pulls away just enough to hungrily suck down air. A small string of saliva is the only thing keeping your lips connected. His eyes slowly close at the sensation of your lips against the scarred and worn skin along his neck. Your tongue traces the length of a jagged scar on his neck, pausing just above his collarbone.

“Bedroom. I'll meet you there. Get comfortable. You won't be disappointed.” You breathe, leaving a trail of kisses back up his neck. Your teeth gently nibble on his earlobe, earning a guttural growl from him. He leans his head against your shoulder with an almost disappointed groan.

“You're going to be the death of me,” he groans against your shoulder but pulls away just enough to look down at you. His eyes were soft and clouded with a hungry need that only you could fill. Reluctantly, he presses a chaste kiss to your lips before slowly walking down towards your bedroom. Regaining your composure, you do a quick and haphazard job of cleaning up the kitchen. All you worried about was allowing Logan to have your undivided attention for the entire night.

Once the kitchen is tidied up, you step into the bathroom to change. As much as you didn't want to admit it, you had put a lot of thought into this night. Even if it was a situationship right now, being with Logan was one of the best things to have happened to you. You eagerly change out of your clothes, replacing them with a dark blue, lacy lingerie set. The corset-like bra cupped your breasts perfectly, accentuating your cleavage beautifully. The matching panties rested dangerously low on your hips and hugged the supple curves of your ass. To top it off, you drape a see-through nighty over your shoulders. A soft smile tugs at your lips as you playfully knock at the bedroom door, leaning against the doorframe. You can't help but eye him softly. Though you had seen his bare body before, you always cherished moments like this.

The light emitted from the lamp on the bedside table had cast a series of shadows across his body. You can visibly see how his breathing changes at the sight of you. His breaths went from slow, composed, and even, too deep, ragged, and needy. His eyes hungrily rake across your body, memorizing every curve and dip along your skin. You take your time walking over to him on the bed, and your sweet, succulent scent fills his senses. Placing a hand on his bare chest, you gently push him to lay back on his elbows. Using your knees, you force his legs open so that you can straddle one of his thighs. His eyes meet yours just as you start to move your hips, grinding yourself slowly and longingly onto his thigh. He lifts his leg just enough so that his knee brushes against your clothed clit.

Logan lifts his head to meet your gaze through half lidded eyes. An appreciative and heated groan grumbles deep in his chest, dragging his eyes down your curvaceous body. Pushing onto his elbows, he leans into you, capturing your lips with his. Your hands rest on his broad shoulders, slowly sliding down his rock hard chest. Your fingers graze over welted and worn scars; your hips slowly roll against his thigh once more as you grind yourself against his muscular thigh. A soft blush threatens to dust your cheeks at the sensation of his hands gripping your hips, guiding your movements on his leg. Your hands slide from his chest, gripping the bottom of your nighty, and slowly work it up your body, tossing the fabric onto the small stool that Logan had left his folded shirt and pants. You could feel his growing erection against your thigh through his boxers.

You wrap your arms around his shoulders, moving your legs so that you're completely straddling his lap now. He dips his head towards your chest, pressing a chaste kiss just above the valley of your breasts. His beard felt heavenly and sinful against your soft, velvety skin. His hands slide from your hips, gripping your sides just below your ribcage. His grip on you is solid and unwavering, allowing you to arch into him, bending backwards just enough to show off a portion of your flexibility. His hands travel up your spine until they settle onto the clasp of your lacy bra. You moan a soft ‘yes’ to him, allowing him to undo the clasps and slowly slide the straps down your arms. Once the garment is removed, he tosses it somewhere across the room. Your eyes flutter as his hot breath cascades down the valley between your breasts. His mouth leaves a series of chaste and hungry kisses along the soft mounds of your breasts. Your nipples harden into stiff peaks as the cool air laps at your skin.

Logan eagerly palms your bare breasts, roughly massaging them. His ministrations pull a needy whimper from your lips. A familiar heat began to pool between your thighs, dampening your panties. With every grind, roll, and bumps of your hips against his, you could feel his hardening cock brush against your ever needy cunt. Your eyes flutter as the demanding heat of his mouth encases one of your aching nipples. He swirled his tongue around the tender bud, using his hand to give the other a similar treatment by rolling the aching bud between his thumb and forefinger.

“Logan…” you mewl softly, your voice barely above a hoarse whisper. He grunts against your skin in acknowledgment. Your thighs ached and burned for him. You needed him like a drug; needed to feel him fill your tight little cunt with his cock.

“Yes, doll?” He finally lifts his head to meet your gaze. You thread your fingers through his hair, gasping as he slides a hand between your thighs. His fingers press up into your clothed pussy, grinding your lace panties against your clit. The friction sets every fiber in your body on fire. He watches you through half lidded eyes as you grind yourself onto his fingers. “Tell me what you want, doll. Use your words for me, pretty girl.” He husks against your ear. He could smell your arousal as it pooled into your thighs and cunt.

“Ah–fuck…” your head lulls back as he pushes a finger deep into your velvety walls. Your mouth falls open as a second one is added. He starts to slowly fuck his fingers up into you, scissoring them to stretch out your walls. A shaky breath falls from your lips while you eagerly grind yourself onto his fingers.

“So fucking needy. Coming undone for me already, sweet girl.” He praises quietly, curling his fingers to brush against your g-spot. The added pressure makes you move your hips in a slow circle on his fingers. “Such a good girl.” His praises reach your core, making your walls clench on his fingers.

“Please…I need you…” You plead while slowly bouncing on his fingers in an attempt to chase the high that you desperately need. He pulls his fingers out of your sopping cunt. A soft whimper fell from your lips at the emptiness.

“Let daddy take care of you,” he growls into your ear. His cock was throbbing in need of filling you up. Your legs felt weak under your weight as you slid from his lap so that you could ease your soaking panties down your thighs. Logan tugs his boxers down his thighs, kicking them across the room before laying back against the bed. Using the slick from your arousal, he pumps his cock a few times, groaning deep in his chest. His thumb smears the glistening precum across the swollen head of his cock.

Crawling onto the bed, you straddle his lap again, whimpering as he drug his leaking cock through your slick, velvety folds. The look in his eyes told you everything you needed to know. Slowly, you sink onto his cock, allowing his length and girth to stretch your tight and quivering walls. His hands grip your hips, slowly guiding you up and down his length. Every movement is accompanied by a squelching squish as his cock rubs the inside of your dripping pussy. You grip his shoulders, head lulling back as you bounce on him. He watches you with hungry eyes; watching the way you took his cock with ease, the way your breasts bounce with every movement on him.

“Fucking beautiful. Mmm, good girl. You're doing well, pretty girl…” his hands slide up your sides, caressing and squeezing your breasts before curling his arms around you. He pulls you in closer, making you lean down into him. His lips are desperately crushed against yours; his tongue flicking against your lower lip, asking for entrance. Your tongue meets his, the kiss deepening and growing more hungry and passionate. Your heated moans are swallowed by his demanding mouth as he bucks his hips up into you. His movements are slow, gentle even, as he nudges his cock even deeper into you.

His hands slide down the spanse of your back, resting on the supple mounds of your ass. He gives your ass a firm smack, earning a pained yelp from you. Your nails dig into his shoulders as he bends his knees, pushing you up just a little further onto his body. Still gripping your ass, he bucks his hips up into you, the head of his cock brushes against your cervix, making you groan loudly. Your eyes flutter as he fills you more and more with every inch of his aching cock until he fully bottoms out. Arching your back, you desperately grind on his cock in need of orgasm. He could feel you were so close to spilling over for him with every flutter of your walls on him.

“Such a needy girl. Keep going. Good girl. I know you need to cum. Don't stop.” He husks against your lips. You bury your face in the hollow of his neck near his shoulder. Soft whimpers fall from your lips as you chase your high. The coil in the bottom of your stomach twists and curls before finally unraveling. Your vision goes white and your walls clenched tightly around Logan, earning a heated growl out of him. “Oh fuck…good girl. That's my girl…I know you have another one in you. Think you can cum for me again, doll?”

You nod meekly against his shoulder. Your legs trembled beneath you felt like jello. A high-pitched squeal is pulled from you as Logan effortlessly flips your positions, resting his weight on his elbows as he gazes down at you. “Lo…daddy…” you mewl, wrapping your legs around his waist. “I need you���”

Logan snaps his hips against yours at your words. You moan his name loudly, sinking your nails into his chiseled back. He groans against your neck, panting with every movement of his hips. It always drove him over the edge when you left marks across his skin and back. Every thrust from him is harsh and powerful, causing the box spring to squeak and the headboard collide against the wall. You didn't care if your neighbors could hear the ways Logan defiled you. Your mouth finds a sensitive spot on his neck; sinking your teeth into it, you suck harshly, knowing you'd leave a rapidly bruising hickey there. His entire body goes rigid for a moment until a growl escapes him at the pain.

“Fuck…marking me up, pretty girl? ‘m gonna fill that tight little pussy up. You're gonna take every fucking drop of my cum, pretty girl?” he growls against your ear. You can only nod, coherent words feeling impossible to form as he fucks you into the mattress. “Use your words, pretty girl…tell me what you want…”

“You…please…I need you to cum in me, daddy. Fill me up…please…” you beg helplessly. Your nails threatened to break the skin at the backs of his shoulders. He could feel that you were close again, and he was too. His hips began to stutter against yours, leaving him grunting breathily with every movement.

“Fucking good girl…” he groans. Your words are enough to send him over the edge. Your walls flutter and clench around his cock, forcing hot spurts to coat your cervix in white. His knuckles turn almost white with how tightly he grips the headboard. He clenches his teeth as his claws cut through his knuckles. His hips slowly still against yours. He's left panting raggedly against your shoulder. Your fluttering walls milk him dry of everything he's worth. He presses a tender kiss against your cheek before collapsing beside you. His chest heaves as he drinks down gulps of air. Turning over, you lay partially on top of him, your head against his chest.

“That…that was amazing…” you finally breathlessly say. He chuckles softly, curling an arm around you, pulling you completely on top of his body.

“Mmm, it was…” he grunts in agreement, tenderly stroking your hair. “Maybe we need to get alone like this more often.” He lifts his head to look down at you with soft eyes. A soft smile tugs at his lips.

“That, I can agree to.” You place a soft kiss against his sweat slick chest. “Are your hands okay? You're bleeding…” you sat up, tenderly taking one of his hands into both of yours. He knew protesting wouldn't get him anywhere as he watched you. Before he could protest, you hurry off to the bathroom to grab a first aid kit. By the time you return, he's sitting up in the bed with his back against the headboard, gingerly trying to push the metal claws back into his wrists.

“Let me help you…” You kneel between his legs, taking his hand into yours. His brows furrowed together as he watched you. He breathes out a quiet, appreciative sigh though his nose at how you massaged his hand and arm. His lips part slightly, but no words come out. Small traces of blood drip down his hand as you help to work his claws back onto the skin.

“You're really too good for me…way too good to me…” He finally murmurs, flexing his hand. You shake your head, carefully wrapping his hand in bandages before laying back against him.

“You're welcome.” You chuckle softly, knowing that was his way of saying thank you. “I…I love you Logan…until my last breath…”

He takes your chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting your head up towards him. His eyes are hard but soft at the same time. His brows fitted together tightly. “Until my last dying breath…” Holding you closely against his chest, he curls his body around yours to lay down. You fit perfectly against him, like a missing puzzle piece.

[dilf-c0nn0isseur]

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! all works listed below are x fem!reader, unless otherwise noted !

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logan howlett | wolverine

-> let’s take this to the backseat - smut

-> soft, gentle sex - smut

-> riding his abs - smut

-> lazy sunday - fluff, sfw

-> riding his face - smut

-> three’s a party - smut, threesome including wade

-> sub!logan - smut

-> mirror sex - smut

-> confused logan - lighthearted smut

-> guilty as sin - age gap(legal), smut, 5k word count

-> logan discovers nipple piercings - smut

-> walking in on you masturbating - smut

-> high sex - smut

-> fwb- smut

-> wet dream - smut

-> 'closer' nine inch nails inspo - smut

-> logan wants to get you pregnant - smut

-> logan with his boss’s daughter - smut

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wade wilson | deadpool

-> three’s a party - smut, threesome including logan

-> sex in front of the mirror - smut

-> comforting you on your period - fluff, sfw

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[sugarskulls99]

I need to have lumberjack Logan's wood.