#save me hugh jackman

[klxudykai]

it’s the way that if i manifest hard enough ill actually get what i want for christmas

hugh jackman can actually end up under my tree guys 🙏🏾

(as you can see i have a crippling obsession with him and no this is not a phase)

[fr4giled0e]

van helsing guys

no joke I see van helsing I'm on all fours. barking like a rabid dog somebody sedate me I've watched ven helsing 4 times in one week everytime I see Hugh Jackman with long hair or as van helsing i genuinely tickle myself

somebody sedate me I've lost my mind i need van helsing don't care if he's a werewolf or NOT COME SAVE MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE UGHGHGH

[seven-racoons-stacked-in-a-coat]

I may or may not have developed a huge ass man addiction

[lovesrespite]

i’m being so for real right now lock me up for my own safety i’m chewing at the bars of my enclosure

[nymphoniah]

come undone | logan howlett

paring: old man!logan x younger!reader

AN: i can't stop thinking about old man!logan guys, i think its turning into a problem um... but here's a quick drabble about you being needy, and him being the gruffy old man he is, you decide to take matters into your own hands <3

content/tags: NSFW, minors DNI (18+ only), old man!logan, explicit age gap (reader is in their 20's), logan spoils his girl, thigh riding, daddy kink, swearing, pet names

you find logan resting in his office, seated on his leather arm chair. his white button up is messily undone, revealing his worn out beater underneath. his chest hair peeking through the shallow neckline of the shirt, leaving your mind to wonder about.

he catches your gaze and flashes you a smile, "c'mon doll, sit in your old man's lap", he coos, signaling you to come over with his middle and pointer finger.

and how could you ever say no to logan?

you couldn’t help but approach him. curling up in logan’s lap, you rest your head against his broad chest. your fingers gently rubbing against his ribbed tank top that fits snug against him. his body isn’t what it once was before, but he still remains defined and muscular, filling the tank top perfectly.

logan’s salt-and-pepper beard tickles your rose tinted cheeks as you litter his face in kisses. you can’t help but take in his beauty, every wrinkle, scar, age spot; for him being over 200, he absolutely aged like wine.

moving your fingers from his chest to the shell of his ears, you swiftly remove his prescription glasses from his face. you press your lips gently against the crow’s feet that defined his tired eyes, making him crack a tiny smile.

“you’re so handsome, logan.” you sigh, placing his glasses onto the side table placed on his right. you rest your head back on his chest, taking a deep sigh. the scent of his cologne floods your senses, bourbon and vanilla.

you shift around, straddling yourself onto his left thigh. your legs wrapped around him like a vice whilst your core pulses for attention against his tense quad.

“looks like someone’s needy,” he teases, placing his firm hands on your hips, gently guiding you back and forth against him. “cmon baby, take it out on me.” you gently rock your hips, keeping a slow and steady pace.

with his old age, he’s lost his stamina for sure, but he always has the energy for you. making sure that you get off, anytime and anywhere. you’re his princess, and he always makes sure to spoil his sweet little girl.

your hips rock in tandem against his thigh as he rhythmically bounces his leg to match your pace. you mewl in pleasure, tilting your head back as ecstasy fills your mind.

logan places gentle, sloppy kisses against your neck, making sure to pay close attention to your pulse point. he’s nipping at the soft skin of your neck, concentrating on one area enough to leave a maroon bruise the next day.

both of your movements become more erratic. as your pace quickens, his hands move to your chest, groping your breasts, thumbs nimbly working at your buds, rolling and gently tugging on them.

you hiss out in pleasure, teetering on the edge of pain and pleasure. “so close…” you whimper, biting your bottom lip tightly to alleviate the growing tension in your stomach.

“let it out darlin', i know you can do it for me,” he grunts into your neck, his hands finding their way back to your hips, pushing you harder down onto him.

absolutely soaking through your panties, you can feel the patch of wetness you left on his light washed denim jeans. you’re faltering on the edge, not wanting to let yourself go so soon.

“c'mon, i know you want this princess," he murmurs into the shell of your ear, nibbling at your earlobe.

"let go for your daddy,” he groans as he pushes your hips down, forcing you to grind harder against him. logan utters a string of sweet nothings in your ear, ending with a you can do it darlin', and you finally tick.

you wrap your arms around his neck, bringing him closer to you, your pants becoming more and more exhausted. your hips thrust forward and hard around him one last time, and the knot in your stomach finally snaps.

“f-fuck logan, fuck!” you whine, your combined moans filling his office.

you gently pull away from him, pressing your forehead against his, your lust blown pupils meeting his stern gaze.

“yknow how to rile me up,” he says cheekily, gently molding your ass between his fingertips. “almost got me to come in my pants like a teenager,” logan snarkily adds.

“shut it old man,” you quipped, taking his glasses from the side table and placing them back on him so that they sit on the edge of his nose bridge. you press a quick kiss to his lips which soon formed into a smirk.

logan looks up at you through his glasses, hanging on the curve of his nose— a perfect sight you can never get enough of.

“now let me show you what this old man can do…”, he murmurs against your lips.

[teamred]

HUGH JACKMAN at WATERBOMB in KOREA (240705)

[loganspr1ncess]

i’d suck him like a caprisun

[anundyingfidelity]

i <3 huge ass man

[islawila]

dont know whats wrong with me but im pretty sure old man logan would fix it x

[klxudykai]

it’s been like two weeks since my last post i didn’t die yall 🙏🏾

school has been keeping me occupied and i didn’t have much to update on

but i do have ONE thing to say. and that one thing is that i find hugh jackman extremely attractive.

i kept seeing people talk about the new deadpool and wolverine movie so i decided to watch the entire franchise starting from x men all the way to the deadpool movie 💀

sooo now that my new obsession is hugh jackman there’s a possibility i will be shifting to x men 😍😍

it’s the way that i’ve been inactive for 10 days and didn’t have any update to give other than how im obsessed with hugh 😭😭 but yeah i’ll probably come back on like weekends and stuff to just talk about random shit and give my lil bits of advice 🤷🏾‍♀️

but anywhooo i hope yall are doing good (as you can see i don’t have much to say) 🕺

[pigeonneaux]

I hear you call my name (and it feels like home)

[ladyverdance]

My grandfather was different. He told me stories about Kuzuri, his friend. Who he met at the bottom of a well. He said the Kuzuri was magical and saved his life. He said Kuzuri would protect me, too, as I slept in my bed.

Hugh Jackman as Logan Howlett / Wolverine THE WOLVERINE (2013), dir. James Mangold

[nymphoniah]

one of these nights | logan howlett

pairing: old man!logan x afab!reader

AN: just a little drabble while i work on an ask! i can’t stop thinking about lazy evenings with old!man logan. he loves to rough up his girl, whether she likes it or not <3

content/tags: NSFW, minors DNI (18+ only!), suggestive content, hair pulling, teasing, old man!logan, kinda dom/sub vibes if you squint, daddy kink, assplay (spanking, but gently), pet names (princess, darling, sugar, etc.), dirty talk, mark leaving (hickeys)

you’re sprawled out on the couch, cozy with your head rested on his lap. he’s seated, reading a book, elbow propped up against the armrest, prescription glasses slowly drooping down his nose bridge.

with his free hand, he’s playing with your hair, ruffling it up the same way you do with his. his fingers intertwine lazily with your hair, twisting at the strands that frame your face

“c’mon logan!” you whine, pushing his hands away playfully, “i just curled my hair, wanted to look nice for you”, you quipped, emphasizing the last word by nuzzling your face deeper into the plush of his thighs in frustration.

“don’t worry,” he coos, letting out a deep chuckle. you enjoy the way his chest vibrates against you, a wistful sign of his affection; a small tell that only you can decipher.

“you look absolutely pretty this way, doll,” he lulls, folding the corner on the page of his book, placing it on the nightstand.

his firm hands move to the curve of your waist, slowly creeping their way downwards. you grunt in response, your impish way of saying as if!

he pats the flesh of your ass with a rhythm—gentle and slow, the same way you’d pat a baby’s back to help them fall asleep. it was soothing, calming, it kept you grounded.

you loved being pampered by logan. it never mattered to him if he was busy reading, working late in his study. he always made time for you.

he played with the hem of your skirt, tugging ever so slightly—teasing you back. he knew of your intentions, knew how needy you were the second you laid down next to him.

he gives you one last gentle smack on the ass, serving as a punctuation of some sort. “c’mere darling,” he murmurs, his tone low and sultry with the natural timbre of his voice.

you slowly crawl your way into his lap, gently slotting yourself between his thighs, his thick muscles now caging you in.

logan was an absolute sight— tired, disheveled, tie half way loosened. despite his age, he filled out his button-up shirt quite well, his muscles barely contained by the cotton.

“you really think i look pretty like this?” you ask innocently, tilting your head to the side. your hair still a tangled mess from his absentminded fiddling.

“’course you do, doll,” he responds with no hesitation, placing wet kisses along your neck, his salt-and-pepper beard tickling the sensitive skin.

his hands run along your sides, slipping them underneath your nightgown. you moan at the way his cold hands work at your sensitive nubs, graciously molding your mounds.

he playfully tugs at them, and you let out a little his. the corner of his mouth curls, a tight smirk now forming across his face.

“need to ruin you, sugar”, he groans against you, now planting kisses against your collarbone, sucking ever-so slightly to leave those purple bruises you both desired.

“fuckin’ need to make a mess outta you,” he drones on, intoxicated by the way you react to his touch; a simple whimper or small whine that escaped your lips made his cock twitch.

he grabs a fistful of your hair, tugging slightly to make sure your eyes meet his. his stern gaze meets your lust blown pupils, and she shakes his head in dismay.

“now let your daddy rough you up a lil’ bit more, princess…”

[librababe99]

Lumbered Love

❥・CW: Minors DNI, 18+, Lumberjack! Logan, Fem! Reader, strangers to friends, friends to lovers, sexual themes ❥・Word Count: 2.5K

Summary: Feeling worn from your city life, you decide to take advantage of the cabin your grandfather left you. Soon you form a connection with a rugged lumberjack who lives nearby...

The crunch of leaves beneath your boots was the only sound in the crisp morning air as you made your way through the dense forest. The towering trees formed a natural canopy above, allowing slivers of sunlight to filter through and dance on the forest floor. You’d always loved the peace that came with being in the woods, but today was different. Today, there was an undercurrent of excitement, a tingling in your fingertips, as you followed the path that would lead you to him.

Logan. 

Even the thought of his name sent a shiver down your spine. He was a man of few words, but his presence spoke volumes. Ruggedly handsome with a body carved from years of hard work, Logan was the epitome of a man who lived off the land. His thick, muscular arms and broad shoulders hinted at the strength he possessed, while his sharp eyes held a depth that made you feel as though he could see right through you.

You’d first met Logan several months ago when you’d decided to escape the chaos of city life and take a break at the cabin your grandfather had left you. It was a quaint little place, nestled deep in the woods, far from the nearest town. It was here, among the trees and the wildflowers, that you had found peace—and something more.

You hadn’t expected to see anyone when you first arrived, let alone a man like Logan. He had appeared at your door one afternoon, his flannel shirt open at the collar, revealing a dusting of dark chest hair. He’d said he lived nearby, just a short walk through the woods, and had noticed the smoke from your chimney. Polite enough to check in, yet with an air of rugged independence that made you curious.

As the weeks went by, you found yourself looking forward to his visits. Logan would stop by to chop wood or fix something around the cabin, always with a silent understanding that made you feel both safe and unsettled at the same time. He was a man of the wilderness, and his connection to nature was palpable, almost primal.

But it wasn’t just his skill with an axe or his knowledge of the woods that drew you in. It was the way he looked at you, with eyes that held a hunger that matched your own. You had caught him staring at you more than once, his gaze lingering on your curves, his jaw tightening as though he was holding something back.

You reached the clearing where Logan’s cabin stood, nestled among the trees like a well-kept secret. The scent of pine and earth filled your nostrils, grounding you as you approached. The wooden structure was simple but sturdy, much like the man who lived within it. You hesitated at the door, your heart pounding in your chest, before raising your hand to knock.

Before your knuckles could make contact, the door swung open, revealing Logan in all his rugged glory. He wore a simple grey t-shirt that clung to his broad chest, the sleeves rolled up to reveal his powerful forearms. His dark hair was tousled, and a light scruff covered his jawline, giving him an even more dangerous edge.

“Was wonderin’ when you’d show up,” Logan said, his voice low and gravelly, sending a shiver down your spine.

“I didn’t want to come too early,” you replied, your voice catching in your throat as you tried to steady your nerves. There was something in the air between you two—electric and undeniable.

He stepped aside, allowing you to enter the cabin. The space inside was warm and inviting, the fire crackling in the stone hearth casting a soft glow over the wooden walls. It was cozy, but there was something else about it that made your pulse quicken—the unmistakable scent of him that lingered in the air.

Logan moved to the small kitchen area, his movements fluid and precise as he grabbed a kettle from the stove and poured two mugs of coffee. He handed you one, his fingers brushing against yours as he did, the brief contact sparking a heat deep within you.

“Thanks,” you murmured, taking a sip of the hot brew, though it did little to calm the storm brewing inside you.

Logan’s eyes met yours, and for a moment, the world outside ceased to exist. It was just the two of you, alone in the woods, with nothing but the crackle of the fire and the pounding of your heart to fill the silence.

“You’ve been comin’ around a lot,” Logan said, his voice rough like the bark of the trees outside. His gaze was intense, piercing, as though he was searching for something in your eyes.

“I like it here,” you admitted, unable to look away from him. “It’s peaceful.”

“Peaceful, huh?” Logan’s lips quirked into a half-smile, but there was something dark and hungry in his eyes. “Is that all?”

The question hung in the air between you, heavy with unspoken desire. Your breath hitched as you realized what he was really asking. All those times you’d found excuses to visit the cabin, to be near him—it wasn’t just the peace you were seeking. It was him. His presence, his strength, his rough edges that made you feel alive in a way you hadn’t in years.

You set the coffee mug down on the table, your hand trembling slightly. “Logan…”

His name was a whisper on your lips, but it was enough. In an instant, he was there, closing the distance between you with a single, purposeful stride. His hands were on your waist, pulling you close, his body heat seeping into your skin even through the fabric of your clothes.

“You’ve got no idea how long I’ve been waitin’ for this,” Logan growled, his voice thick with need. His lips hovered just inches from yours, the warmth of his breath mingling with yours.

“Then don’t wait,” you breathed, your voice trembling with anticipation.

That was all the encouragement he needed. Logan’s mouth crashed against yours, his kiss hungry and demanding. You moaned into his mouth, your hands tangling in his hair as you pressed yourself against him, needing to feel every inch of his body against yours.

Logan’s hands roamed over your body, his touch rough and possessive, as though he was claiming you as his own. You arched into him, your body responding to his every touch, his every kiss. His lips left a trail of fire down your neck, his stubble grazing your skin in a way that made you shiver with pleasure.

“God, you’re beautiful,” Logan murmured against your skin, his voice thick with desire. “I’ve been wantin’ to touch you like this since the day I met you.”

You gasped as his hands found their way under your shirt, his fingers brushing against your bare skin. The sensation was overwhelming, a tidal wave of pleasure that threatened to drown you. But you didn’t care. All that mattered was Logan—his touch, his kiss, the way he made you feel like you were the only woman in the world.

Your hands found the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head in one swift motion. The sight of his bare chest, the muscles rippling beneath his tanned skin, made your breath catch in your throat. You ran your hands over his chest, feeling the strength and power beneath your fingertips.

Logan’s eyes darkened with desire as he watched you, his hands moving to your shirt, pulling it off with the same urgency. His eyes roamed over your body, taking in every curve, every inch of skin exposed to him.

“You’re mine,” Logan growled, his voice thick with possession. His hands cupped your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your nipples, sending a jolt of pleasure through you. “All mine.”

“Yes,” you gasped, your head falling back as his lips found your collarbone, his teeth grazing your skin in a way that made you tremble with need. “I’m yours, Logan. All yours.”

The words seemed to ignite something in him, his touch growing rougher, more demanding. He lifted you off the ground as though you weighed nothing, carrying you to the bed in the corner of the room. He laid you down gently, his body covering yours, his weight pressing you into the mattress in the most delicious way.

Logan’s lips found yours again, his kiss fierce and possessive. His hands roamed over your body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. You arched into him, your body aching for more, for him, for everything he had to give.

“Please, Lo,” you begged, your voice barely a whisper. “I need you.”

He growled low in his throat, his eyes dark with desire as he looked down at you. “You’re gonna get me, darlin’. Every last inch.”

And with that, he claimed you, body and soul. The world outside faded away, leaving just the two of you, lost in the heat of passion and the wild, untamed love that had been simmering beneath the surface for far too long.

In Logan’s arms, you found a fire that burned hotter than anything you’d ever known. A fire that consumed you, body and soul, leaving you breathless and yearning for more. As you lay in his arms, your bodies tangled together, the world outside the cabin ceased to exist. There was only Logan, his touch, his kiss, his love, and in that moment, you knew you were exactly where you were meant to be

As the sun began to set, casting a warm golden glow over the cabin, you found yourself wrapped in Logan’s arms, his body warm and solid against yours. The fire crackled softly in the hearth, the only sound in the quiet of the evening. Your head rested on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart, the rhythm grounding you in the present, in this perfect moment. 

Logan's hand traced gentle patterns along your back, his fingers grazing your skin with a tenderness that was a stark contrast to the roughness of his earlier passion. You nestled closer, feeling the rise and fall of his chest, his breathing deep and steady, mirroring your own contentment.

"How long are you stayin' this time?" he asked quietly, his voice a low rumble that reverberated through his chest.

You lifted your head to meet his gaze, your fingers absently tracing the scars that marked his body—evidence of a life lived hard and fast, of battles fought and won. "I don't know," you admitted, your voice soft. "I don’t really have a reason to go back."

Logan's eyes darkened with something you couldn’t quite read, and for a moment, you wondered if you’d said too much. But then he shifted, turning on his side to face you, his hand cupping your cheek with a gentleness that made your heart ache.

"Good," he murmured, his thumb brushing over your lips. "Stay as long as you want. Hell, stay forever if you want. This place... it’s better with you here."

Your breath caught in your throat at the vulnerability in his words. Logan wasn't a man who opened up easily, and you knew what it took for him to say something like that. You smiled, leaning into his touch, pressing a soft kiss to his palm.

"I like the sound of that," you whispered, the truth of your feelings shining through your words. "This place... it feels like home now."

Logan’s expression softened, and he pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around you as though he never wanted to let you go. And maybe he wouldn’t. The thought sent a warm thrill through you, settling in your chest like a beacon of light.

The two of you lay there in the fading light, wrapped in each other’s arms, content to let the world outside pass by. There was no need for words; the silence between you was filled with understanding, with a connection that ran deeper than anything you had ever known.

As the night wore on, the stars began to appear in the sky, twinkling like tiny beacons in the dark expanse above. Logan shifted, propping himself up on one elbow to look down at you, his gaze filled with a tenderness that made your heart swell.

"You’ve changed somethin’ in me," he confessed, his voice rough with emotion. "I didn’t think I’d ever find somethin’ like this... like you. But here you are, and now I don’t wanna let go."

Your heart melted at his words, and you reached up to cup his face, your thumb brushing over the stubble on his jaw. "You don’t have to," you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. "I’m not going anywhere. Not unless you want me to."

He shook his head, his gaze never leaving yours. "No," he said firmly, his voice resolute. "I want you here. With me. Always."

The depth of his conviction took your breath away, and tears welled up in your eyes as you pulled him down for a kiss, pouring all the love and passion you felt into that one simple act. Logan responded in kind, his lips moving against yours with a tenderness that made you feel cherished, treasured.

When you finally pulled away, you rested your forehead against his, your breath mingling with his as you both caught your breath. "I love you, Logan," you whispered, the words slipping out before you could think to hold them back.

Logan’s eyes widened slightly, and for a moment, you feared you had said too much. But then his expression softened, and he smiled—a real, genuine smile that made your heart soar.

"I love you too," he murmured, his voice husky with emotion. "More than I ever thought I could."

And just like that, the final piece of the puzzle fell into place. In that moment, you knew that you had found something rare and precious, something that would last a lifetime. Logan was your home now, and you were his.

The fire in the hearth crackled softly, casting a warm glow over the two of you as you lay entwined in each other’s arms, content to simply be together. The world outside might have been vast and wild, but here, in this cabin in the woods, you had found something even more powerful—a love that was raw and untamed, yet tender and true.

As sleep began to claim you, you pressed one last kiss to Logan’s lips, your heart full to bursting with the love you felt for him. "Forever," you whispered, your voice barely audible in the quiet of the night.

"Forever," Logan echoed, his arms tightening around you as he pulled you close, his breath warm against your skin.

And with that, you drifted off to sleep, safe and secure in the arms of the man you loved, knowing that no matter what the future held, you would face it together. For you had found something in these woods—something wild and beautiful, something that would never fade.

You had found each other.

[xanaxiii]

"PUT ME IN A MOVIE"

cw: ENGLISH ISNT MY FIRT LANGUAGE, slightly smut, suggestive themes, fluff, a little bit of angst, logan is grumpy and old, dom/sub dynamic, pet names, no use of y/n, sexualization.  

words: 19k 

an: treat it as a halloween special. first i was planning to write something with van helsing but ended up with this. i'm not complaining tho.  

𓆩♡𓆪

The pain in his spine was making him unable to live today. His aching knees seemed to burn more than usual. He woke up with a migraine, piercing his mind from every nerve. He would have liked to spend the whole day under blankets, hiding from the oppressive sunlight that wanted to penetrate the thick curtains into the bedroom. But he knew he couldn't. One bloody day off and everything would collapse. 

He came back late. Two days before October 31st, one of the worst days of his job. Driving someone there, picking someone up here. It was exhausting. The pain in his body didn't help, it only made things worse, making Logan especially unpleasant today. 

As if he wasn't always like this. 

He barely dragged himself out of the car, slamming the door behind him. He bowed his head to look at which button he locked the car with. He didn't have his glasses with him, and even if he did, he wouldn't put them on. It would only make his already strong migraine worse. 

His steps were slow, his breathing heavy. He grabbed the house keys from his back pocket, turning them in the lock, finally finding himself in the only place where he truly felt safe. 

However, because of his bad condition, everything bothered him here too. It was evening, so it was normal for you to turn on the lights, but their glaring, yellow color tormented his eyes. The radiators on made him hoarse, when suddenly his throat became dry. He rubbed his face with his calloused hands and, not bothering to look for you around the house, headed straight to the living room. He had no intention of struggling even more and climbing the stairs, only to collapse on the bed. He could just as well have just slept on the couch, he's sure you would understand that. 

As he walked, he noticed your silhouette bustling around the kitchen. Curiosity got the better of him, so he turned his steps in your direction. He leaned against the door frame, squinting as you carved out the pumpkin. He tilted his head, wondering why you were even doing this? It was late, almost night. You should be asleep. You should at least be in bed, not playing kid. 

“...What are you doing?” His gruff voice pulled you out of your own little world, forcing you to take your headphones out of your ears and look at Logan. A smile spread across your face as you set the knife aside and ran over to him. 

“I missed you, Logan,” you replied, snuggling into his tense arms, wrapping yours around his waist. He wrapped his arms around you, running his hands through your hair, gently scratching your scalp. When you pulled away, you grabbed his arm, leading him to the kitchen counter. 

“I thought we could decorate the house a bit this year. I started carving faces into pumpkins, I don't even remember when I started... maybe you'd like to help me?" - your tone was sweet, encouraging. You took one of the still untouched pumpkins in your hands, showing it to Logan. The bright, orange color contrasted with the dark green of the leaves and the stem. Logan tilted his head to the side, placing his large hand on the pumpkin, pushing it down. 

"I'm tired. You probably are too. You shouldn't worry about such nonsense, so late at night." - saying this, he put the vegetable on the counter. He buried his hands in your hair again, pulling at the long strands. 

Your lips twisted into a grimace. You stepped closer until your chest brushed his. Lifting your head up to look him straight in the eyes, your gaze became more pleading, slightly offended. 

"You're a terrible grump, Logan. Please, at least this year be a little more willing to play...” - you mumbled, looking at him from under your eyelashes. “...If you insist, I'll lay down but only if you come with me and let me finish carving tomorrow morning. And help me with it.” - you added, your tone becoming more demanding. Logan knew there was no point in arguing with you. He would say it was quite annoying how stubborn you were. But also adorable. 

“Fine, fine. I'll let you play the little, annoying girl. But don't drag me into this. I'm not cut out for things like that.” - with that, he reached up and grabbed you by the waist, lifting you off the floor. His bones cracked, he felt the painful tension in his knees but he ignored it. With you in his arms, he carried your, compared to him, small body to your shared bedroom. 

At this point, he just needed sleep. Knowing that he would be interrupted by embarrassing nightmares, he needed you by his side, to him quickly lie down so he could at least get a few hours of sleep. He looked at you, the way you were snuggled into his chest made warmth spread through him. 

It was amazing to Logan how it was possible that someone as sweet and young as you could put up with a man like him. Old, neglected and with a hell of a lot of trauma and problems on his back. It was like a miracle to have you here. The fact that you appeared every time he needed you the most. It was like you were a guardian angel over him. 

*** 

In the morning, Logan woke up alone in bed. He rubbed his rough hands over his face, looking around the room. There was no sign of you anywhere, which meant that you had somehow gotten up before him. Logan clicked his tongue, finally getting out of bed after a few sighs. His feet landed on the wooden floor, muscles immediately tensing. He stood up, wondering several times whether to just stay in bed and wait for you to return. But to be on the safe side, he preferred to check if everything was okay. 

He narrowed his eyes at the sight of several finished pumpkins standing on the dining room table, their carved faces staring at him with mockery. He snorted, shaking his head. You were impossible, special. He couldn't remember the last time he celebrated anything in a big way. But suddenly you appeared and renewed every tradition in his long life. He remembered his last Halloween well, spent among the rest of the mutants, when the residence still existed, when everything was still normal. At that memory, he felt a pang deep in his heart, which made him take a heavy breath and walk down the hallway, setting his sights on finding you instead of thinking about the future. 

He found you, sorting candys into bowls, taking a few out of the package, dividing them into categories that Logan didn't want to think about at the moment. Oh, no, his thoughts were now filled only with the sight of you. He had gotten used to the fact that you usually wore clothes that were quite fitted to your figure, not very revealing, but inviting, but this? 

That had to be the sexiest zombie costume he had seen in a long time. 

Your hair was tied in two, loose ponytails, tied with black ribbons, frayed at the ends. Your makeup was sweet, despite the green paint on your face and on other visible places, your cheeks highlighted with a pretty shade of pink, your lips full and painted in a candy color. The black sweater was tight in every place it should be, and the skirt barely covered your ass. The knee socks squeezed your thighs. You looked like a sinful fantasy that Logan had an appetite for. 

��He stepped closer, as quietly as he could to sneak up on you. He aimed and slapped your butt, making you squeak quietly, turning to face him. You bit your lower lip at the sight of his emerging wrinkles around his mouth and eyes, as a rare smile appeared on his lips. A gentle one, but it didn't change the fact that the corners curved. 

"You're up." - you mumbled, running your eyes over his undershirt that hugged every inch of his body, paying special attention to the veins on his arms, more visible than ever. You swallowed dully, trying to focus your attention on his face. 

"Is that your costume? I have to admit, you've got talent. But there's no need to dress in this the day before, is there?” he asked, his fingers tightening around your waist as he tugged lightly at the scratchy material of your sweater. He had to check if you had also chosen matching underwear to go with your outfit. 

“I wanted to see how I look...and get used to it. And don't worry, I've got something for you too.” - a smile spread across your face. You slid one of your hands under his undershirt, making him shiver slightly at the sudden warmth. 

“I told you, you don't have to drag me into this.” 

“Oh, but! Don't you even want to see what I've prepared?” 

Your tone. Again, so sweet and pleading. You knew he couldn't say no to you, especially when you spoke in that certain way. He sighed, allowing you to show him what kind of costume you wanted him to wear. It could be anything, Logan knew your imagination had no limits. But he wanted you to understand that he was...too old for all this. It's not appropriate for him to dress up and scare others. 

Although he wouldn't complain if you did. He'd love to play the big bad wolf and little red riding hood with you. He could actually suggest that for next year. 

You went back to the bedroom. Logan leaned his back against the wall, looking shamelessly at you as you bent down to find what you were looking for in the closet. Your miniskirt lifted up, revealing pretty, pink panties in black dots. Logan licked his lips, fighting the urge to take you from behind. He'd like to see how those sweet ponies would bounce with each subsequent thrust. 

You pulled out a lab coat from the closet, covered in fake blood in several places, matching pants and a shirt. Black, slippery gloves, most likely a toy syringe. Logan came closer when you signaled him with your hand to do so, your eyes twinkling with happiness and love. He couldn't resist, he placed his hand on your shoulder, squeezing it a little, leaning towards you. 

"I thought since I'm going to be the dead girl, you could be the mad scientist. You know, I think these gloves would be especially good for you," you explained, lifting your head to make eye contact. 

His eyes moved to your full lips, then returned to your eyes. 

 "I only wear this to please you. But definitely not now and not today..." - he whispered, lightly pushing you, you leaned back against the closet door behind you. He knelt down in front of you, lifting one of your legs, throwing it over your shoulder. Your foot in a soft stocking pressed into his back, and you leaned your head back, already recognizing how this would end. 

"...L-Logan...don't destroy..." - he interrupting you, teasing your needy pussy with his thick finger, a wet stain appears on the material of your panties, forming under his touch. 

"Oh, don't worry, doll. Nothing will happen to the costume, I'll take care of it." - after this, he inhaling your arousal scent, mingling with the aroma of your strawberry perfume. You were so responsive that he could get to almost unlimited access. 

He lifted his head, catching and memorizing the expression on your face, how your cheeks were flushed, enough to show through the colors of your makeup. Your legs trembling, eager for his next move. 

"So eager. Did you do this on purpose, huh? Want me to fuck you. I promise you, tomorrow night you'll be so fucked, you'll forget about this whole celebration. You're my sweetest candy." 

His words only fueled the fire inside you. A moan ripped out from you effect of the coldness between your legs appeared as he was lead down your panties, leaving it wrapped around one ankle, parting your pussy before he disappeared between your thighs. His gray beard scratched your thighs and his talented tongue made you scream with pleasure. 

Your thoughts were burning, completely absorbed in what going on now and what Logan would do for you on Halloween night. Your head was swarming with many ideas which escaped through the window with each lick of his tongue. 

[mahmoud-ziad]

Sadly we as palestinans are almost always represented as just numbers. We want the world to see us human beings. 40,000+ human beings - fathers, mothers, children, siplings, entire families killed in this genocide the every day massacres is a tragedy that the world has so far failed to put an end to. 🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸

Please share this link or donate if you can 👌