#thanks logan

[hl-obsessed]

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[hollywoodsargeant]

i consistently forget about “i’m bottoming so much i can’t even see” as if it’s not lit my bio on one of my twitter accounts

[mnmix]

ballway

[bigimango]

Consider; Kurt perched on Logan’s back while he bends forward trying to touch his toes, lounging on Logan’s back while he does push ups, being a general menace and Not Helping At All but he’s there for moral support (funny commentary)

omg wait I love this

kurt in his natural state: perching

[groovyangelkisses]

Lumberjack ! Logan secretly love being pampered and spoiled by his girlfriend but is too shy to admit it

oh absolutely, honey! 💌

he'll daydream alllll day at the yard about comin' home to you & you running your nails through his hair, scratching and tugging while kissing his cheeks. and he'll blush, too! swinging his axe with the gratifying chop and thinking about his girl waiting for him at home ᯓᡣ𐭩

on days where you needed the pick-up, mainly to run to the farmer's market down the way for dinner, you'll pick him up from the yard. and ohhhh boy the looks logan gets when the other workers see a pretty little thing like you pulling up for him. and logan absolutely eats it up— loves knowing his pretty girl, so loving and doting, bordering obsessed with him, is the object of every mans dreams. if anyone dares to tease him for the sudden pep in his step as he almost jogs to you in the car, the glare they recieve will be deadly before logan shifts his eyeline back to you with a soft smile— only reserved for you <3

everyday when he comes home from work, there's a warm lavendar bath ready, and his favorite soft sweats warm from the dryer. the first time you drew him the bath, he fiddled with the soft pebbles of lavendar asking himself "what the fuck is this?" when you left the room for a moment to grab him a fluffy towel.

he was skeptical of being loved— never too quick to let his guard down. but when he finally sat in the tub? long, tanned limbs relaxing in the warm water that smelled sooo nice & relaxing? his shoulders dropping with content and his eyes fluttering shut? you washing his hair and telling him about your day? "oh god" he prays to himself "never take me away from her, not even for a second, i won't be able to bear it"

and for a more silly approach, you do a sweet little cucumber face mask on logan during the winter months; shelled up in your cozy home as the snow rages on. his eyes peacefully closed as you sit on his tummy, massaging his face gently as he runs his hands up & down your hips and thighs. a sudden knock at the window reveals one of logan's friendly coworkers, coming to drop off the coat logan left at the sight earlier that day.

and this coworker pauses his sentence in mild shock to stare at this 6'2, mean-eyed hairy lumberjack with green fluff on his face and freshly moisturized lips. and all logan can say is "you tell anyone and i'll fuckin' kill you, i swear to god i will" to which you'll turn, all hurt, "you don't like the mask, baby?" and logan'll backtrack so genuinely "no, no baby, i do. 's nice and cooling, like you said. just don't want this shithead thinkin' i'll do anything wild like this for anyone but my girl"

and when his buddy leaves, head falling back in laughter, logan doesn't even find himself caring so much. especially not when you lay him back down, face now clean of the mask, and slooooowly start massaging his biceps.

"love my girl. love my sweet girl. take such good care'a me, pup, 'm so grateful" he'll coo as he starts to fall asleep after a long day's work— completely content, completely in love, only mildly ashamed of how much he needs you :(((

[murasaki-cha]

Dare I say the closest we have gotten to achieving world peace was in the movie theater when Hugh Jackman's shirt exploded....

[kiwinatorwaffles]

the titans’ first month living together

[blursbian]

Deadpool & Wolverine belt gripping slowed gif Inspired by @zenith-ace's post!

[vroomvroomsposts]

This is the last picture of them that we’ll have of them being in the team kits. Because next time if we ever see them together, Logan won’t be in a team kit. 😭😭😭😭😭

[cinnamelle]

them texting each other

[avocado-writing]

Wade and Logan sandwiching you in-between them. Hot and sweaty promising you that they can both fit,. Logan behind you senting and nuzzling your neck, one of his hand toying with your nipple the other down low between your body and Wade's feeling wade thrusting up into you. Wade kissing you on the face telling you how much of a hood job your doing, kissing you hot and heavy, holding Logans head to your neck. Both of them in you, thrusting up impossibly large.

minors dni.

“won’t fit…” you whimper, torn between crying from frustration and overstimulation; in response you hear logan chuckle from where he’s pressed up behind you, strong chest a cushion for your back. his hand tweaks a nipple then runs down to feel where he’s entered you, his thick cock buried deep in the creamy entrance of your cunt.

from above, wade hums as if he’s considering something, but doesn’t seem too worried.

“it’ll fit, gorgeous, don’t you worry about that. we’ll make it.”

his hands take over from logan’s, carefully spreading you open even further, pressing his fingers in around logan’s dick to test the stretch of you. logan makes a noise somewhere between delight and annoyance.

“c’mon old man, we’re about to have our cocks pressed together in the same pussy. stop pretending you’re not enjoying every fucking moment of this.”

only because you’re so close to logan’s mouth do you hear his fond, if muttered, reply of “smartass.” you start to giggle but then all of your attention is taken up by the way he starts to bite at your neck. it’s just the distraction needed for wade to start bullying himself into your tight hole, making you gasp and thrash - but logan catches you in steely arms and holds you firm.

“relax, beautiful, we’ve got you,” he practically fucking purrs. wade pushes deeper, inch by inch, and it’s heaven when he’s finally sunk in fully. you’ve never been so full in your life. you can feel your cunt clench around them, greedy for them to start moving, start making you cum properly.

wade grins from above you, dropping his head to kiss you long and lazily, his tongue sweeping across yours in a way which must look obscene.

“there’s no rush, baby. we’re gonna take our time. wanted to feel you like this forever. fuck, I’ve had so many wet dreams about this. made a mess of so many sets of bedsheets, it’s ruining my credit score having to keep buying more…”

you snort and give him a playful, gentle slap. he takes this moment to thrust his hips forward so that his pelvis hits your clit and you squeak in pleasure and surprise. stars light up behind your eyes.

“that’s the noise, right, peanut?”

if logan objects to the name in the moment, he doesn’t say anything. just places his hand at your throat so that he can feel the race of your pulse.

“that’s right.”

[eupheme]

I am back with another sneak peek to share, this time of a little wade x f!reader x logan something (2 snippets) (with roommates!logan & wade, and reader is wade’s girl) hope to have it out soon/this weekend! 💖

wade wilson x f!reader x logan howlett

rated e - voyeurism, jealousy, sharing

edit - fic is up here!

Logan can hear Wade from here.

Running that goddamn mouth already, and then sun’s only barely up.

Can hear you, too. The little whimpers that you try bite back. He can imagine the way your teeth sink into your lip - the thought has him shifting in his chair, breakfast forgotten.

So fuckin’ pretty, and the prick is too busy listening to himself to appreciate it.

Knows he could make you even louder, too. It’s almost like he’s at the mansion again, looking at a toy he can’t touch.

What a waste.

“That’s all?” Logan’s eyebrows lift as he sneers - ignoring another reference he doesn’t understand, “Been going at it for a while.”

As soon as he says it, he regrets it. Opening himself up for an attack. He can already hear the sing-song response at the admittance that he’s been listening.

Luckily, Wade zeros in on the exact wrong part. Sputtering, as water drips down his chin, “That’s all? What do you mean, that’s all?”

“You heard me,” The paper crinkles in his fist, “In fact, I’m surprised you even got round one off. Much less that she’s sticking around.”

“You wound me, and yet, flatter.” Wade’s hand flattens over his heart, “I never knew you thought about me like that.”

“I haven’t been thinking about you, you ass,” Logan snarls, teeth bared, “I just know that if you’re talking, then you’re not doing it right.”

Wade grins at that.

His eyes flicking over him in a way that has Logan bristling - his voice going syrupy-smooth, “Is that right? You think you can do better, mutton chops?”

The breath he inhales is ragged. That feeling back again - an urge to curl his hand around Wade’s throat, and squeeze.

“Yeah,” Logan growls out, “Yeah, I fucking do.”

The table shakes as Wade plops himself down on the edge, a leg crossing over the other. Interest gleaming in his eyes as his head tilts towards the bedroom door.

“Alright. Bring on the magic tricks, Angier.” His hands splay wide, wiggling, “Gonna show me how to make your fingers disappear?”

(the chokehold this movie has on me)

[tired-biscuit]

Wolverine seeing people are into the whole "mark me so people know you're mine" stuff and he ends up biting your shoulder so hard in the heat of the moment you have to go to the ER and end up with stitches lmao

18+ MDNI, fem!reader

i imagine it’s you who suggests that you incorporate it in bed, but logan being logan, he’s immediately shutting you down with the excuse that he (preferably) wants to keep you alive after he’s done having sex with you, and is refusing to continue the conversation despite the fact that you’re shoving the smutty book that you’d been reading right into his grouchy face, furiously trying to point to the paragraph where the specific scene is unfolding.

you huff and give in eventually — it’d be nonsense to keep hitting your head against a brick wall, after all. however, later that same night when he’s got you underneath him again; naked and burning hot, moaning nonsense and wiggling your hips in time to the rough swing of his… you’re starting all over again.

in your half-delirious state, you’ve somehow ended up begging him to do it. and to make matters even worse: you’re so fucking desperate with it. clinging onto his broad shoulders, using your whiny voice, looking up at him so pleadingly while those pretty tears keep on glimmering inside your eyes but never quite manage to spill down your heated cheeks. using all your weapons.

and fuck, that’s not all of it either. he can feel your pussy squeezing around him, trying to milk him as yet another form of persuasion. wet and hot and persistent. sucking him in, making his balls tighten and his thighs clench to the brink of pain so that he can refrain from spilling into you too soon. it makes his brain glitch; makes it switch to something a bit more animalistic and not nearly as cautious as he’d like it to be.

so he sinks his teeth into you to make you stop, to make himself stop. he sinks them in deep.

the taste of your blood that coats his tongue afterwards makes his stomach twist with a weird mixture of regret and excitement. he knows how to patch you up — quite fast, too — but he’s so worried about the entire situation (that he, himself has allowed to escalate) that he still forces you to pay a visit to the hospital anyway.

by the time you’re allowed to go back home, he’s trying his hardest not to be moody and act like an ass about it.

still, even with the ‘little’ mishap, the look on your face seems to be oddly satisfied as you sleep cuddled up extra closely to him that night — one reason behind it being that you have to share a pillow now because he’d accidentally shredded yours the moment he came and his claws pushed out from between his knuckles without a single warning.

and that causes him to worry even more.

[murdrdocs]

logan who’s like, super handsy but not in the way that it’s super PDA, but like he’s sticking his hand UP ur shirt in public, he’s got his hugeass hand around a titty in the middle of the night, he’s rubbing his beard against ur neck. i need to have him knock me up this actually cannot run

the sickest part is that, according to him, it often isn't intentional.

when he's standing in the store with you, impatience leaking from every inch of him, his mind just wanders. he's thinking about something he saw on TV a few weeks ago while you're trying to choose between two items, standing just a few inches in front of him. and whenever you ask his opinion, he steps forward, humming as he slides his hand around your hip. you don't think much of it, leaning back against his chest and holding up the two—admittedly, extremely similar—items.

but then his pinkie latches underneath your shirt and you flinch when his palm presses against your stomach. when you try to push his hand off of you, it's only because he's reaching inappropriate territory, leading up towards your bra and bringing your shirt with it.

"in public," you curtly remind him, putting one item back on the shelf and taking the other in your hand.

logan just shrugs, lowering his hand to your waist as you begin to walk away with him practically on a leash behind you. "then take me home."

and when you are home, it's basically the same. his hands are everywhere, always.

tucked under the waistband of your shorts when he has you curled up under his arm while he cooks, gripping the back of your neck when you're sitting on the couch together, holding your tit beneath your shirt while you're sleeping.

he always tells you, "it just happens," but his smirk makes you wonder just truthful that is.

[whoopsie-daisie]

Logan and George are the same people in a different font

Logan Hunter Sargeant is the most American name ever, and George William Russell is the most British name ever and they both sound like made up people from a Hallmark movie

[mikashida]

im hung up on youuu