Logan - Tumblr Posts - Page 2
‘princess’ would simply hit different coming from old man!logan. on his lap, with his hands all over you, his raspy voice. you take off his reading glasses and kiss his lips softly before the kisses turn deep and passionate. it doesn’t take long before you start rubbing yourself on him. “easy, princess. i’m right here, i’ll give you everything you want.”
MDNI/18+. NSFW.
Need pervy old man! Logan helping his babygirl out with wanting to cum after he’s been teasing her all day but he needs to inspect her pussy a bit and kiss her clit a couple of times to really get her sensitive to his touch before eating her out until she cries.
old man logan thoughts & musings pt. 3
note: give me old man logan being angry and rough and unable to see softness in his life. give me old man logan who loves the reader with his entire being, even if that being is bloody and brutal. give me the reader who bites just as much as he does only to show they understand his love language. they get it. and they accept it. also i just wanna love that feral man so much.
warnings: MDNI 18+ ONLY, rough old man logan.
Old man Logan manhandling you with a rough hand that should send fear down your spine, but it only serves to make you smile. He’s your guard dog, your protector, and so what if he bites you as well. You have grown fond of feeling the pain of his mouth; a reminder that he loves you in ways no one else could.
Old man Logan who likes to see hear the soft yelp slip past your parted lips as he grips your hips with calloused hands. They are war torn and aged with cruelty but you don’t mind how he yanks you against him with the intent of love. If you’re lucky he’ll sear his fingerprints into your skin, claim you as his with the type of permanence that leaves you breathless.
Old man Logan who has his fingers dug into the back of your neck hard enough to leave indents of his blunt nails on your skin. Because it’s easier to hold you this way as he pounds into you from behind. The cries of incoherent bliss muffled by the thickness of the three fingers he stuffed down your throat. He likes to see you drool, so you open up just a bit more solely for him.
Old man Logan who takes and takes until you’ve got nothing left to give. He is mean and grumpy and yes you’re his princess but that comes with a fucking price. You smile at him anyways, sweet enough to rot his bloodied snarl, and ask him to do it again.
Old man Logan who lets you sink your teeth into his scarred skin. He has suffered wounds you could never imagine and time is cruel enough to steal his ability to heal. But when he glances in his shitty mirror hung above the sink, he grins at the purple and red teeth marks imprinted on his skin. A brand from the one he loves.
Old man Logan who would lay down his life for you, who would kill for you, all to appease the selfish ache gnawing at the pit of his stomach. Only for you to cup his face, kiss him until spit slides down the front his throat, and whisper how you’ve never been more proud against his mouth.
dating logan thoughts ୨୧
always stealing his clothes, old shirts, worn out flannels, anything that smells like him that you can get your hands on.
sitting in logan's lap, watching tv together. stealing glances at him only to giggle when you're caught with a "pay attention" and nudge at the tv, his big hand softly stroking your hair.
memorizing his scent, whiskey, tobacco, the soap he steals from you, and something so distinctly logan it makes your heart squeeze.
late night drives together in his truck, ending with you on his lap, listening to whatever old radio station he has on.
logan leaving little handwritten notes around your shared home, little things like telling you he ran to the store because while making your morning cups of coffee he realized you were out of sugar.
stealing one of his dog tags to carry around your neck anytime you're apart from him, to wear at work, at the store. a small way to show you're taken.
cute little nicknames from him that started as teases but grew to entirely affectionate (especially princess).
i think that some of you guys really do forget that fanfic writing is subjective to the user. 'logan wouldnt date fat girls—' what, did the fictional man crawl through the fucking screen and tell you that himself? did you have a prophetic vision? are you now the messiah of logan fics? i don't care what the hell he did in canon or what he called fred, let the bigger girls have something. not to mention that self indulgent fanfic writing or selfshipping or whatever-you-wanna-call-it is exactly what it is... self indulgent.
itd be different if it was something morally grey or inherently wrong but we're talking about... a body type here. even if this man looked directly at the camera in a movie and went 'i don't date fat women or plus sized women' it still wouldnt matter if people wanted to write logan x plussized!reader. do you know why? because he is fictional. you all need to live your truth and stop letting theoretical lines hold you back
logan's got big hands so his girl must have big thighs i dont make the rules i just post what he tells me!
“‘m an old man, sweetheart. You sure a sweet thing like you wants this?”
It’s rasped out against your lips. Funny that he asks it now - that white dress shirt already half-unbuttoned. The echo of his hands lingering on your hips, the brush of his mouth against yours. If only he knew how you dreamed of this, of him, since the first night you met.
logan promptober -> old
ੈ♡˳ grinding on old man logans thigh. 18+
logan takes great pleasure in watching you grind on his jeans, his thick thigh planted between your legs as you roll your hips on top. his glasses slide down the strong bridge of his nose, but he doesn't care, he's too preoccupied with the image of you coming undone before his very eyes to give a damn about that.
he runs his hands soothingly along your thighs, almost coaxing you to completion, squeezing your plump flesh every so often. sinking his old bones back into the sofa, he enjoys the show you're so graciously presenting to him, a show he's seen so many times before but will never grow tired of.
the friction is so good, the coarse material of the denim rubbing against your wet folds, sending sparks straight to your clit with every grind. your hands are planted on the base of his thigh, gripping, dangerously close to his thick, hardening cock. said he was too tired to give you what you wanted, but you both do this same dance every night. it starts with you on top of him, mewling like crazy and dripping like a faucet - in no time he's pumping his cum deep into you like his life depends on it.
but for now, he watches.
"feels so good, baby," you whisper, exhaling shakily as you try to keep at least some composure, "love it when you let me do this. . ."
he grumbles, a low grumbling at the back of his throat as he gives your thighs a tight squeeze, "can tell you're enjoying it," his eyes drift down to between your legs, "look how soaked you got me, darlin'."
and he's right, his jeans are damp, your wetness coating it so deeply it's become a darker shade of blue. logan can even feel it beneath the denim, you're soaking his skin so perfectly. he has to suppress a hungry growl at the sensation, how wet you are for him, how easily you become a mess for him, all pretty and drenched on his lap.
snaking a strong hand between your thighs, he gently pulls back your folds with his thumb, earning a whiny gasp from your lips. "hmm," his eyes drift across your glistening pussy, a deep stirring in his groin at the smell of how aroused you are, "would you look at that, such a messy girl, just for me. . ."
you nod, of course you are. how could you not be? especially with those words, those hands.
he looks up at you over his glasses, you have to resist cumming on the spot just from that look alone. there's a silence for a moment as you lock eyes with him, ". . .want me to take care of you?"
fuck.
you throb at the thought, aching for him to fill you - with his cock, even his fingers would do, anything. "please, please, fuck, logan please," you whine desperately, shifting faster on his lap against his jeans.
logan can't help but smirk, his hand on your thigh rising to cup your chin, pulling you down to his mouth, "since you're asking like a good girl, suppose i can give you what you want. . ." his salt and pepper beard brushes against your skin before he captures you in a deep, passionate and hungry kiss.
and then, a growl, an impatient command against your lips.
"get on the fucking bed."
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logan promptober day 7 - denim
i kindddd of need old man logan to give me just the tip so. thanks anon for making me think of this all day long. then pair it with him calling himself “your old man” while he’s at it like. it’s legit perfect ……………… i know anon kind of said it all but if anyone wants to continue their train of thought ……………… please do ……………………………..!
afab!reader. complementary drabble to this ask. mean!logan. she/her pronouns to refer to reader’s pussy (i’m sorry)
he’s got you pinned down underneath him, unable to move; he knows that if his grip were to come loose, you’d start fucking yourself on his cock and that’s not what he promised— he’s a man of his word, and “just the tip” really means just the tip, no matter how much he may want to fill you up. partly because he’s a stubborn fucking old man whose pride keeps him from wholly enjoying the way your body feels, but also because he’s addicted of the thrill he feels down his spine whenever you whine and beg for him to just fuck you. he’s a little mean about it too, tone condescending when he coos in your ear— “i can feel her squeezing me, baby. she’s trying to suck me in. are you really that desperate for me to fill you up, hm?” his voice is raw from the effort it takes to not fuck into you but he keeps up the facade anyway, feeling your cunt fluttering around him at his words, which only makes him chuckle darkly. “there she goes again. you really need cock this bad, huh? need to be stuffed full? pathetic little thing.” the end of his sentence is punctuated by a slow roll of his hips, rough fingers pinching your swollen clit, a dangerous grin on his face when you wail at the stimulation. he sinks his teeth into the soft flesh that connects your neck to your shoulder lightly, tongue coming out to soothe the mark he left behind as he stares down at you hungrily, hazel eyes obscured by the width of his pupils. “that’s too bad. you asked for just the tip, sweetheart, you’re getting just the tip.” he bares his teeth at you meanly, his cock throbs as you sob softly, arching into him with glossy, pleading eyes he knows he won’t be able to resist— his mean, unaffected act never lasts very long against the depth of your desire, crumbling only to reveal the truth of a man who is as desperate to touch you as you are to be touched.
think pure thoughts think pure thoughts i need him to press me face first into that damn fence
woke up yearning to be with old man logan!!!!! like i just want to cook for him, cuddle him, and fuck the man forever! let me be his little housewife please and thank you<3
#there's something so personal about the tag still on the glasses 🙂↕️
thinking about older!boyfriend logan howlett and his sweet little live-in girlfriend…
cw: MDNI, dom/sub dynamics, pet names, daddy!kink, dd/lg undertones
older!boyfriend logan who has always been a bit nefarious in his ways of making money, but you’ve never dared to question it—no one’s ever provided for you the way he does.
older!boyfriend logan who uses said money not only to take care of you, but to pamper you—at least once a week, he’s coming home with a new frilly little dress for you to wear (much too short to wear outside the house, these are just for him), a new pajama set, a hair clip, etc. it only makes sense that he’ll call you doll; he loves to dress you up like one.
older!boyfriend logan who will hand you the pretty wrapped up bag and arch a brow at you when you grab at it, yanking it back towards his chest and tsking: what do you say, princess? always to be followed by a sweet thank you, daddy.
older!boyfriend logan who expects to be entertained with a mock fashion show, and you’re more than eager to try on your new gifts for him. he’ll sit himself on the couch, thick thighs spread wide, lounging his wingspan over the back, damn near as long as the couch itself, and wait for you while your scurry off to change.
older!boyfriend logan who isn’t subtle about the way his eyes flit over your figure every single outfit. he’s purposely chosen ones that’ll tease at the tops of your thighs, revealing the swell of your ass if you move or bend just right. lacy little things that peak your nipples through, or some innocent pattern, like daisies, that hug your hips just right.
older!boyfriend logan who also makes no effort to hide the outline of his hardening cock in his slacks—you’ve been tactful, too. choosing to try them on by least to most revealing until all you’re left in is a pathetic excuse of a skirt; a sheer, baby-pink piece that you can see right through to the matching thong. you’ve looped the lace garter it comes with around your right thigh, the matching bralette squeezing your tits up.
you walk out sultry and slow, hands clasped behind your back and your bottom lip pulled up between your teeth. logan’s chest expands with air, his jaw set tight, and you notice the way he clenches his knuckles over the back of the couch.
“what do you think, daddy?” you whisper, words dripping with syrup as you stop in front of him.
he looks you over, silent snd stoic, the anticipation nearly too much to bear. but logan’s already made up his mind; this is certainly the outfit he’ll keep you in tonight.
he reaches a single hand forward, gently toying with the hem of the skirt.
“i love it, baby,” he says, and the way you beam upon his praise is enough to drive him mad. “c’mere,” he continues, using the same hand to pat one of his thighs.
you don’t waste a single moment, stepping closer until you’re able ease yourself onto his lap, straddling the breadth of him—solid, warm, safe. your arms weave around his neck as his hands find your hips, and you shiver when he leans forward, face disappearing into your neck. his lips tickle the sensitive skin, and you let your eyes fall shut, slipping into that perfect oasis of mindlessness he always sends you to.
“let daddy show you how much he loves it.”
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this soo giving oldman!logan something to keep him company while he's at work driving coded
I wanna sit on his lap so badly and just grind on him as he holds my waist and whispers things to me 😣
i want to take care of old man!logan
i want to lay him down on top of me with his head on my chest. weight of the adamantium be damned. i wanna run my fingers through his greying hair and gently trace the scars on his face
i want to fuss over his slow healing wounds. wipe away the mess of fluids and blood from his knuckles. when he grows upset, tries to push away, say he’s not worth this, you’re wasting you’re time, he doesn’t need it, simply continue cleaning. maybe planted pretty on his thighs while working
i want to show him the softness he missed out on for so long. show him he’s deserving of a tender touch, a loving whisper, a night of care. i want to litter little kisses all over his worn skin and soothe his aching bones
i want old man!logan
i wanna be spoiled by him, i wanna hold his hand, i want him to call me princess, i want to sit on his lap, i want him to play with my hair and kiss me softly 🫠🦋 i want him
thinking abt flirting with Logan and he tells you "I'm a lot older than I look, kid."
HUGH JACKMAN as THE WOLVERINE/LOGAN HOWLETT in X-Men: Days of Future Past (The Rogue Cut) - 2014