One Of These Nights | Logan Howlett

one of these nights | logan howlett

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

pairing: old man!logan x afab!reader

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

you 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 attentions, 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

“’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 me rough you up a lil’ bit more, princess…”

'smile only f'me, bub.'

logan howlett x fem!reader | kinktober 01

synopsis — making logan mad sure had its consequences, but perhaps he wouldn't be so mean with it if you were to behave.

tags — spanking, tying up, praises, fingering, manhandling too i suppose ??, he really enjoys seeing you tear up, this guy's an asshole in all honestly but he's YOUR asshole. wc 1.6k.

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Logan knew he was a prick.

Your kindness to others was not something he should be getting all moody about, like some damn lone mutt, but oh he was. It felt sickening, as if someone was squeezing his very heart in a mocking manner whenever he’d look at someone smiling at you, and that smile being reciprocated.

Okay, yeah, he sounded real immature thinking that.

Perhaps the countless years spent alone had warped his perception slightly, making him into this greedy and lovesick thing that wanted all the attention to itself. You were perhaps a bit too kind in his eyes, he just didn’t want you getting hurt. Surely you won’t, not when you’ve got him. And, maybe, seeing you being so friendly with the delivery guy today when he came to your shared apartment with the food you had ordered – some continental dish – was the final straw for Logan. You weren’t escaping him tonight, bub.

“Hush, just stay still for a second there.”

Seeing your rightfully confused expression was such a delight to him. Sweet thing, of course you didn’t know the chaos you had ignited within his being. His calloused hands gently tied your wrists together with a rope, making sure it wasn’t too tight to leave actual bruises – wouldn’t want you getting overwhelmed. “There you go.”

Fuck, you looked so pretty like this, hands tied and lips formed in a pout, still oblivious of why you were being tied up. A part of him just wanted to swoop you up right there and kiss you all over. But he couldn’t, not before teaching you a good lesson.

“C’mere, on my lap, bub.” He tried to mask his smirk, watching you struggle against the rope as you shuffled over to sit on his lap, onto to get moved with his strong hands who flipped you over, moving your limbs as if you were some doll until your stomach was resting against his thigh, your ass raised up.

“Any idea what you’ve been doing to me?” He asked, voice gruff as his hand gently caressed the curve of your bottom through the shorts you were wearing, fingers sliding under the fabric, aching to touch the soft flesh. It was such a contrast in comparison to the roughened up fingertips of his, a difference he absolutely loved.

“No, Logan…” You trailed off, innocent, feeling your thighs tremble when his fingers forcefully begin to tug down your shorts along your panties in one go, earning a whimper from you.

“For fuck’s sake, look at you. My pretty baby’s all wet already.” He couldn’t help but chuckle under his breath once he took your panties off, his eyes noting the way the dim light of the bedroom perfectly captured the way your folds glistened. “You like being tied up, don’t you? Might have to do it more often then.” He spoke, more so as a promise, his fingers now drawing incomprehensible shapes on your bare ass. At the little motion of your head trying to tilt, he clicked his tongue and used his free hand to gently push your head back down against the mattress. “Easy there and keep still.” He tutted. Goodness, he just couldn’t use force on you, not on his sweetheart.

His hand continued its exploration, mapping out the curve of your ass with his palm, his other hand holding your head still, fingers tangling into your hair. “Been seein’ you smilin’ around, y’know. To everyone. You’re so sweet to others, bub, it’s annoying.” He grumbled a bit, her grip growing a bit former on the plush of your ass, brows furrowing a bit once he recalled the incident today. So fuckin’ annoying.

“It annoyed you?” The way you asked that made Logan’s cock stiffen up under his sweats, biting back a groan as he raised his hand, striking your ass, his hit firm though not painful, yet. Your body jolted a bit, unable to help but squirm on his lap.

“Just want you smilin’ for me.” And there it was, the overly possessive tone. He wished he could just run far away with you so he could keep you just for himself, but you didn’t need to know that. No, he needed to be patient, understanding, but fuck was it hard to control himself in situations like this.

“Think you can handle another, bub?” He asked, a bit softer, eyes softening as he saw you nod. He could smell your arousal, hear the way your breathing quickened up in excitement. “What a good girl.” He cooed, his hand loosening around your hair and instead patting your head gently, feeling you lean into his palm. The best girl indeed.

He raised his hand again and slapped your ass once more, this time harder. A perverse pleasure flooded within him at the sight of a red print blooming onto your soft skin, and a part within him just wanted to bruise your ass, leave his marks. He mentally put that on his to-do list.

Another slap came, and another, followed by another and another until you lost count, your bottoms stinging, eyes welled up with tears, legs shivering. “Logan, please…” You panted heavily, chewing on your bottom lip. “Swear I’ll be good and only smile for you, need you so bad…” It was undeniable that his spanks were riling you on indefinitely, your hole miserably clenching around the air. The burn of the ropes around your wrists despite his initial loose knot of it felt more noticeable now, most probably due to how you felt way more sensitive, your skin tingling all over.

Logan’s eyes moved over to admire the way your ass was all flushed, the tremble in your thighs evident. Adorable. His fingertips lightly grazed against your skin, feeling the way you flinched subtly from the sting, earning a soft hum from him. “Oh, you’re already so good. So good for me.” He whispered.

“Want me to make you feel good now?” You were quick to nod, embarrassingly so, trying to raise your ass a bit higher as his fingers sneakily trailed down to your soaking clit, chuckling at how wet you had gotten from your little punishment.

A shiver went through you as Logan’s fingers began to sweep the juices up and down from your folds, making sure to go nice and gentle, knowing that you were all vulnerable right now. His wetted fingers begin to gently circle around your clit, feeling the pulse beneath. A soft moan left your lips as your hips tried to buck against his hand, failing due to the position you were in. “You look so pretty like this, my beautiful princess.You were gonna cry, weren’t you?” He was unable to hold a grin from coming onto his lips once he saw the way your eyes glistened.

“Yes…” You cried out weakly, feeling pleasure blooming in your tummy as he kept toying with your throbbing clit, knowing exactly how to earn the noises he wanted from your sweet mouth. You didn’t realise when his hand had left your head, flipping you over so now your eyes could look up at the ceiling, whimpering once they met his, blood rushing to your face. He grunted down at you, fingers now attempting to ease up inside your cunt while the other began toying with your clit instead. It was easy to slide into the warmth of your pussy due to how wet you were, using two of his fingers for now. They were so thick, and you couldn’t help but clench around them tightly, a soft mewl leaving you as his fingers curled up inside, beginning to thrust in and out. It all felt like so much, so good, feeling both his hands between your licks, your hips moving to meet his hands.

“Logan, f-feels so-!” Your words were cut off by another moan once his fingers hit your sweet spot, ramming against it repeatedly over and over, feeling your spongy walls squeezing his digits while your clit throbbed under his other hands, rubbing it firmly with nice, tight circles. A familiar tight knot quickly begins to build up in your tummy, your breathing quickening up. You had long stopped struggling against the ropes around your wrists, now entirely focused on the way his fingers were going in and out of your cunt until you reached your peak.

Your body convulsed, skin feeling moist with sweat as you came all over his fingers, your orgasm hitting you hard. It felt longer than usual, his gentle rubs on your clit easing you through your high until you fell all limp on his lap, panting softly, eyes struggling to stay open due to the fuzzy feeling coursing through your veins.

Logan untied your wrists after a few seconds, tossing them aside as his hands helped you up, smiling at the way you felt so pliable in his hold. “You did so good, baby. So fuckin’ good.” Fuck, he felt so proud, leaning over to give your forehead a kiss, his heart warming up at the sound of your giggle. His hands then grabbed your wrists, thumbs carefully rubbing against your skin.

“C’mon, let’s get you cleaned up.”

notes — a bit rushed but i've had a bad fever since yesterday and it has just exhausted me so much. promise the other entries will be better :( thank you all for your support.

pervy old man logan save me pervy old man logan save meeeeee

─ Pervy! Old man Logan Howlett x fem! reader || WC: 1.4k

CW: MDNI/18+. NSFW. Age gap implied [Logan is canon age, reader is 21+]. Bit of flirting (if you squint). Logan is a little pervy (duh). Wandering eyes. Panty stealing. Panty sniffing. Upskirting. Lewd thoughts. Bit of voyeurism. Teasing. Hints of degradation. Use of pet names (hun, darlin', princess). Mutual Masturbation (sorta). Groping. Clitoral stimulation. Possible dub-con at the end (reader is under the influence). Mentions of reader's clothing: skirts, dresses, sexy attire due to working at a club. Reader is hinted to be a little naive.

Be soooo glad that I love you. (And I do, very much). This is for the real ones that just want to fuck that nasty old man, and this is a bit different than what I usually write, but I had a thought and I ran with it. Hope you all enjoy this little crazy piece!

pervy! old man Logan who finds you working as a bottle girl in a downtown club after he drops off a bachelorette party, drawn to you when you step outside for some fresh air on your break. While chatting with him, you rant about your unfavorable living situation, and he proposes you take the spare room in his apartment under the guise of convenience and keeping you safe. You take it, not thinking of anything besides getting much-needed help

pervy! old man Logan who doesn’t mind having you around in his apartment. You’re quiet, neat, and not to mention a sight for sore eyes. He finds his gaze wandering over your figure when you walk around the space you share with him. Of course, he does that when you aren’t paying attention.

pervy! old man Logan who wakes up a bit early to make some coffee and breakfast for the both of you. He stands over the stove and gestures to your mug on the counter filled with freshly brewed coffee made just the way you like.

pervy! old man Logan who converses with you in the morning, asking how you slept and your plans for the day. He uses it as a good excuse to look at your chest, the stiff peaks of your nipples poking through the material of your baggy t-shirt.

pervy! old man Logan who approves of the skimpy outfits you wear for your work shifts at the club. Your attire consisted of latex shorts and tight bodysuits that leave nothing to the imagination, and he’s always looking at you, ready to give you the praise and approval you seek. 

“Yeah darlin’, it fits like a glove. Turn around for me, gotta get the whole view.”

pervy! old man Logan who drives you to and from work for your shifts. Late at night, he waits for you outside and leans against the side of his limo, smoking a cigar as he does. When you step out and stride towards him with a sway in your hips after a good shift, you lean against him for a hug. He follows through, squeezing your waist with one arm, fingers almost sneaking towards your ass.

pervy! old man Logan who looks at your thighs shifting as he drives. His palm itches to touch your skin, to squeeze you hard enough to bruise and leave his mark. But he refrains, tightening his grip on the steering wheel instead.

pervy! old man Logan who watches you change from the gap of your bedroom door, ogling at your bare back as you walk around your room, finding something to wear. You finally turn, giving Logan a nice view of your bare breasts, nipples stiff from the cool air. He can feel his slacks getting tighter just from looking at you, his mouth craving for a taste of you.

pervy! old man Logan who offers to help put on your shoes when you’re wearing dresses or skirts. He’ll place your foot on his thigh and tie your heeled boots while your hands are on his shoulders for balance. He doesn’t mind helping you out so long as he gets a good glimpse at the underwear you’re wearing for the day.

pervy! old man Logan who teases you and plays with the edges of your clothes frequently. You’ll walk beside him doing grocery runs or passing by him when you reach for a cup in the overhead cabinets in the kitchen. He takes it as an opportunity to intentionally lift your bottoms to prove how provocative your clothes are. Blatantly whistling at your ass coming to view, you smack his hand away and grow flustered. He only chuckles at your reaction.

“C’mon, hun. You don’t gotta get all shy on me. It’s not my fault these skirts are just too damn short.”

pervy! old man Logan who takes your panties when he’s doing the laundry, admiring the thin pieces of fabric you concealed under your clothes. The first time he found your underwear in his batch of laundry, he ran his fingers over the gusset, bringing it up to his nose and taking a whiff. He stuffs the pair into his pocket, saving it for later to wrap over his length when you’re asleep.

pervy! old man Logan who knows you get yourself off in the late hours of the night or early in the morning when you think he’s sleeping. He can hear you through the thin walls of the apartment, his heightened senses working overtime to catch the muted whimpers you release as you touch yourself. He tries to imagine what position you’re in, if you were completely naked or still had your underwear on, lying on your back or your face smushed into the pillow, arching your back upwards. He brings a hand cup himself, jerking off in tandem to your moans, wishing it were your fingers curling around his cock instead.

pervy! old man Logan who brings you home after you’ve had too many drinks at work, a result of serving a bachelor party and keeping them entertained with tequila shots. It paid off. You got a hefty tip at the end of the night, evident from the giddy expression on your face when you exit the front doors. Logan is waiting for you outside the club like usual, holding your figure steady against him as you giggle into his chest from your wobbly steps.

pervy! old man Logan who keeps a hand on your knee the entire drive back to the apartment. You didn’t seem to mind it this time, staring off into the window and watching the streetlights pass you. Humming a tune to yourself, you glance at Logan when his hand drifts higher to your thigh, offering a squeeze and receiving a sweet smile in return.

pervy! old man Logan who “helps” you get comfortable once you’re both home. You don’t say anything when he tugs your clothes away, stripping you of your shorts and tights, your top coming off next. You have half a mind to tell him you didn’t need his help, he knows you can handle yourself, but all he does is give you a toothy smirk.

“Easy. Just trying to make sure you’re taken care of. I always take care of you baby, don’t I?”

pervy! old man Logan who takes off your bra and flings it to the side, leaving you in your undies. You look up at him, slightly in a daze, taking in his rugged appearance. His large hands are on your hips, keeping you upright as your breathing grows uneasy, warmth coursing through you along with the alcohol you consumed.

pervy! old man Logan who steps closer to you, chest to chest, hovering over your body and listening to your heart beating in your ribcage. His textured palms begin to roam, running down your spine and reaching to cup your ass, kneading the flesh between his fingers. You whimper, gripping Logan’s button-down shirt to ground yourself.

pervy! old man Logan who places one singular kiss on your shoulder and another on your neck, biting your lip to stifle the moan that threatened to come out. Here you were, tipsy and left to his mercy, panties beginning to stick as slick blossomed between your legs. All the touching, teasing, and toying around from the man who’s cared for you is now coming to fruition. Maybe you should be a little worried, but somewhere along the way, you stopped giving a shit.

pervy! old man Logan who grins widely when you lean further against him, releasing a quivering exhale when his fingers slip between your thighs, rubbing your clit through the lace that covered you. He groans at the feel of how wet you’ve gotten for him, the specific pair of panties he’s touching was a personal favorite he’s “borrowed” a few times before rewashing them. Your core throbbed under his touch, lifting your head to stare at him, pupils blown. He could feel the blood in his body rushing south to his tug at his groin, the bulge you felt at your lower stomach growing harder with every passing minute.

“How about you give your old man a kiss and let him play with you a little? Doesn’t that sound nice, princess?”

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- kinktober- day 2, logan howlett & thigh riding

- mdni

warnings: well… what the title says. Fem!reader, Praise, All porn no plot

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Your hands were on his shoulders, your bare pussy on the bare of his muscular, meaty thighs.

his hands are gripping your waist, his leg bouncing up and down, watching you let out a delicious sound every time he moved his leg justtt right, when the meat of his thigh hit your clit, grazing it.

He looked too good in his boxers when he came out of your shared bedroom, you practically pounced on him. He was tired, however, and this was the best compromise.

“Atta girl, keep goin’. He rasped out, easy for him to say, he wasn’t doing any work.

His encouraging words only spurring you on further, leaning back while speaking with his cigar in between his teeth.

It was getting harder and harder to ignore the growing tightness in his constraints, slightly adjusting ever so often as you got yourself on off his thigh. God, you were soaked. And he was loving every second of this, watching yourself get worked up.

Your hands balled his shirt up, letting out a cry as you finally got that release you’ve been chasing, the band in your stomach snapping, your walls clenching on nothing.

He watched you with a content smile, helping you slowly ride out your high, rubbing his hand up and down the small of your back, cum dripping down his thighs and legs.

“Did such a great job f’me, baby.” He murmured, you hiding your face in the crook of his neck, panting lowly. He held you for a moment.

“How bout’ I give you what you want?”

Kinktober Day 1 ~ Wardrobe Malfunction

Logan Howlett x Fem! Reader

Summary: Your bikini top suddenly falls off at the beach and Logan sees you. Minors DNI!

A/N: Happy first day of Kinktober! I'm very excited, I hope you all enjoy!

*✧･ﾟ: Next

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You never thought something like this would happen to you.

Your bikini top, the one whose string you triple-knotted to make sure it stayed on, came off.

The horror on your face was apparent when a breeze connected to your chest and the fabric attached to your skin disappeared. What’s even worse was that your top fell off right in front of Logan, a man you were crushing on so hard it was ridiculous.

You two were in the water, basking in the sun. It turned to a playful fight, droplets clinging to you as Logan kept attacking you with water. The fight led to him grabbing you and tossing you over his shoulder. When you came up for air, that’s when it happened.

You know he saw you. Your breasts in his line of sight, soaked in that seawater. His eyes were almost out of their sockets with how long he stared at you. You quickly covered yourself up with your arms, seeing your top floating in the water before grabbing it, rushing to get out.

“Where are ya going?” Logan shouted from behind you.

You didn’t answer but heard his rushing footsteps. The rest of the team gawked at the two of you when you ran across the beach—feet dusted with sand, going to the nearest cabana. You felt flustered, face burning up. Now, you’ve made everything awkward. Your relationship with Logan, built on respect and genuine care, was gone. All because your top decided to be complicated.

Logan called your name outside and your muscles tensed.

“You okay?”

No, he just saw your breasts on full display. You were far from okay.

“I’m fine. Go back to the others.”

So you can forget that it ever happened.

“Well, don’t ya need help putting that back on?”

You froze, remembering that your top had four strings. Ororo helped you tie the one across your back the first time.

“Okay, just be quick.”

Your back was still towards him, not wanting to look him in the eye. You tried not to focus on his large, slightly wrinkled hands when he helped you with your top—carefully tying the string against your back. As you handed him the strings to go around your neck, your fingertips brushed along his.

“I’m sorry.” You started apologizing: “I thought the top was tied on tight.”

“It’s alright. Not the first pair I’ve seen before.” You roll your eyes, embarrassment quickly fading away as you remember his conquests. “But they’re the best ones I’ve seen so far.”

You forced out a laugh, “Don’t make me kick you out.”

“I’m serious.” When you turn around, his lowered eyes search your face for any hint to show you were uncomfortable. You weren’t. “I wish I could’ve seen them under different circumstances but fuck, I’m glad I did.”

“What’s the different circumstances?”

Logan glances towards the entrance before going back to you. “In my bed. After I take you out on a few dates.”

“Oh.” You blink at the subtle confession. “Didn’t think you’d last after one date.”

His mouth twitches in amusement, “With someone like you, I can.”

Maybe you were glad that your top did what it did, otherwise you would’ve spent another day pining for Logan. Now, it was clear he also had the hots for you, an idea appeared in your head.

“Wanna see them again?”

Logan let out a low breath and a curt nod. You reach behind you, untying the knot he made. Logan grabbed your top, stuffing it in his pockets, eyes never leaving your exposed chest.

“Fuck me. Look at you…”

His eyes search your breasts. How they sat so prettily, almost shining due to minuscule drops of water on your skin. The way Logan stared at you made your stomach twist. He stepped closer, raising his hand with an urge to touch, not before asking for permission.

You barely got the ‘yes’ out when he’s on you. Logan cupped your breast, groaning at how perfectly you fit in his palm. You grip his shoulder when he leans down and capture your lips in a kiss.

It’s hot and heavy as your tongues slide amongst each other. Logan’s still playing with your breast, flicking the nipple with his thumb. He swallows whatever noises come out of you, not wanting to alert the rest of the team. Your hand digs into his messy hair when he parts to kiss your neck. You warn him not to mark you because you don’t want to be bombarded with questions when you two return home.

Logan listens, only placing kisses on you, trailing down to your chest. The source that started everything. You tug on his hair when he captures a breast in his mouth. While doing so, his arm goes under your bottom to pick you up. The action makes you gasp, your legs wrapping around his waist.

You hold Logan’s face close to you as he’s sucking on your nipple, determined to replace the seawater with his saliva. He lets out another groan when switching to your other breast, wanting to do this to you all day. Your moans let him know you didn’t want him to stop.

“Hey? You two okay in there?”

Scott called, and you tugged on Logan’s hair to get him to stop. “Yeah! We’re fine. We’re about to come out!”

“Okay...”

After hearing Scott walk away from the cabana, Logan growls against your breasts.

“Fucking boy scout.”

You snort, kissing the top of his head, “We can continue when we get back.”

Logan grunts, licking at the valley of your breasts before helping you get down. He ties up your top again and walks you out.

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