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been digging through my camera roll and this needs posting again because itâs magnificent and sad

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he's just a sad kitten of a man
hi hi mya đ sending an old man logan thought/blurb - something about despite how gruff and distant he is, he always ends up with his hand around your jaw. angling your face towards his, so he can see just how pretty you are when he makes you come.
yeah yeah yeah youâre fuckin right i love this. i took out the smut but ran with the jaw grab because im a slut for that.
The sound of the front door opening is always a blessing.
Youâve grown accustomed to this constant unease, the question of whether or not he would make it home alive. But all that fear seems to dissipate as soon as he steps foot inside, the cuts and bruises he always seems to collect along the way a mere price to pay for having him whole.
âYouâre home,â you chirp, rounding the corner of the kitchen into the foyer. You try to hide your excitement as you glide across the floor towards him, but itâs difficult.
Home means he still keeps you safe. Home means his still yours.
His slinging off his blazer and unbuttoning the top few buttons of his dress shirt when you approach, hard face and tired eyes looking you over.
âDid everything go okaââ
Youâre silenced by the breadth of him before the words even make it out. Heâs walking you back against the wall, crowding your space, calloused hand reaching for your face where he cradles your jaw between his fingertips. Firm, but never hurtful.
His lips find yours in an instant, all-encompassing, just like they always are. You bend into his hold on you, unable to suppress the little moan in the back of your throat when his tongue licks its way into your mouth. He pries you open, eats you alive. Like youâre the last meal heâll ever haveâand maybe one day, as dreadful as it is to admit, you will be.
You try not to take the moment for granted.
âLoganââ you try again, breathless, when he gives you a moment of reprieve.
He shakes his head, half lidded-eyes stern. âNo. Stop that.â You seal your lips shut, unwilling to disobey him when the weight of his day paints him so plain. âDonât wanna talk about it. Just wanna look at you for a second.â
And so, youâre silent. Still. And his thumb caresses at your bottom lip, his other hand joins in on your opposite cheek to smooth away loose hairs, and the tiniest grin cracks below the hair on his lip.
âSo fuckinâ beautiful.â
husband + daddy oldman!Logan headcanons | x fem!reader
-> At this stage in life, Logan thought he'd be buried in a shallow grave. Or at least, on his way. Both were once possible, but now that he has a little bit of glory in this life, he tries to live.
X-Men Timeline Placement: Logan AU.
Disclaimers: age gap (duh, reader is probably 30s), pregnancy + kink, birth images, mentions of pregnancy sex (not graphic).
- help me out -
logan!neighbour x reader
summary - your desperate neighbour begs for some help late at night while your husband is away. inspired by iâm on fire by bruce springsteen
themes - m4sturb4ating, p in v, infidelity, begging, size comparison
this is my first fic so donât expect much hahah
logan was your neighbour.
Ever since youâd moved to the countryside, youâve steered clear of your very flirtatious neighbour. I mean, he was cute, you couldnât deny that: big, round, handsome eyes and soft chocolate curls. but your husband, Tom, hated him. Logan would always throw you a sly wink, a grin or smirk and would never be afraid to address you by sugar or baby. youâd see Tomâs jaw clench as his arm tightened around your waist, youâd look over to Logan to see a glint in his mischievously guilty eyes. those eyes..
but no, he was a pain in the ass to put it straight. And you were oh so lonely, left in your big country house as Tom had left on a âwork tripâ. You two had been having some trouble recently, nothing crazy, but you werenât getting on so well. youâd disagree over little things and just didnât really enjoy each otherâs company. Heâd left for a week to let things cool down, and youâd noticed the empty side of your bed. and what definitely didnât help was the knock that landed on your door one afternoon as the sun was low in the sky.
âhey little girl. is daddy home?â Logan cockily grinned, one arm leaning against the door frame, his tanned bicep flexed. you stood about a foot shorter than him, arms crossed and an unimpressed look conquering your face.
âwhat do you want logan,â you muttered, trying desperately to hide your amusement
ânothing sugar!â he smirked, peering around you and into your house. âwhat, daddy go and leave you all alone?â he teased. you rolled your eyes and scoffed,
âno, he happens to be on a work trip, thank you very muchâ you replied, refusing to accept defeat.
âah, of course. a work trip,â he said with exaggeration. âcâmon baby let me in i wanna chat with you,â he grinned. you narrowed your eyes, a smirk creeping onto your face.
âyou wanna chat?â you said, amusement and mock sweetness dripping from your voice.
âyeah, i wanna be your friend, cupcake.â he grinned, the mischievous glimmer in his eyes revealing the false innocence in his face. âwhat, you donât think we can be friends?â
you allow a cackle to escape your lips. âfriends?good bye loganâ you smirked, reaching for the door.
he used his other hand to resist the force of the door. you couldnât help but notice how the the veins popped out of his thick bicep. âcâmon baby jusâ let me inâ he pleaded, using his best puppy dog eyes.
all you could do was chuckle, âgood bye Logan.â you said firmly, but the smile on your face counteracted any harsh tones. you slowly closed the door, fighting so hard against his cute pout, begging you to let him in. but you couldnât do that to Tom. it would be wrong, wouldnât it. i mean yeah, you two had had some problems, but he was still your husband. not to mention, logan was at least 5 years older than you, maybe more. you sat on your crisp new couch and watched loganâs defeated walk as he trailed away from your house to his own just next door.
just as you were settling into bed, trying to fight Logan from your mind, you hear a knock at the door. you try to ignore the fact that your heart skips a beat, secretly hoping it could be him. but you snap out of it real quick, and a sense of dread and frustration washes over you. you reluctantly climb out of bed and patter down the stairs in your teeny underwear and your husbandâs oversized t shirt, to open your front door. and as expected, Logan is stood in the door frame, desperation in his eyes and sweat beaded above his brow. before you can scold him for disrupting you this late, he interrupts,
âdonât be mad baby, please. i need you honey, i need you now,â he begs and upon seeing the unconvinced look on your face he continues, âplease just let me in, cmon baby, iâm on fire!â he whines, gesturing to the rather large bulge in his grey pyjama pants. you peel your stunned eyes away from his pants and look at his face. he looks pathetic, eyes damp and pleading and heâs breathing like he just ran a marathon. you fight to not stare at his incredibly built physique outlined underneath his white tank top. you furrow your brows and push out the word you hate to say:
âno Logan, go home.â you say softly. you watch his face drop as he leans towards you, but you place a firm hand on his chest. âi canât.â you say, a glimmer of a smirk playing on your lips. his eyes go wild seeing your amusement, and they start to well up with frustrated, hot tears. your heart breaks at his desperation but you know you need to turn him down. without a word you close the door on him despite his constant whiny protests.
you chuckle softly as you watch him hesitantly wander back to his house, before you walk back up the stairs and get back into bed. you settle down with a cup of tea and a book, when youâre startled by a strange groaning on the other side of the wall.
you freeze up as it suddenly occurs to you that Loganâs bedroom is on the other side of yours. you sigh in frustration and prepare for a long night, but you canât help yourself pausing for a moment to listen. you can hear the slick, wet sounds of him stroking himself, and his gentle whimpers begin to grow louder. he groans desperately as he speeds up, and to your suprise he starts a quiet whisper of your name. his cries and moans get louder, filling your room with his sound. heâs now loudly groaning your name, and you fight back the warm feeling growing in your lower stomach. you frustratedly bang on the wall to let him know you can hear him, when he begins to cry âplease honey, i need you.â interrupted by a guttural moan. âoh, iâm gonna cum, iâm gonna cum for you baby!â he yelps, pathetic and needy. your attention is glued to the sounds heâs making, and you canât help but wonder what he looks like behind the wall. he lets out one final cry as he finishes, followed by laboured breathing, silence and then small, quiet sobs. your heart breaks slightly as you hear him cry.
âoh baby,â he moans, âwhy are you married to that asshole? can he do the things i could do to you?â you stay silent, debating his point in your head. he taps on the wall âcâmon honey, i need you, i need you so bad. iâm still fucking hard! help me out, please baby.â he cries. all you can do is sit, back facing against the wall.
âiâm sorry,â you say, just loud enough for him to hear. he lets out one final cry, before sniffling quietly. itâs over, you think, but you donât go to sleep. you turn the lights off, lie down and stare at the ceiling. did Tom ever make you feel like this? you had your good moments, but he never made you feel this.. obsessed. hours past by as you question yourself, your morality. you glance at the clock that reads 3:02 and sigh, not feeling an ounce of tiredness, just unrest. you zone out, a mixture of daze and distraction, when a knock at the door snaps you out of it. you know exactly who it is and what heâs here for, but this time youâre not frustrated or annoyed. you sit up instantly, throwing on a tiny tank top in replacement of your oversized tee, and without hesitation your run downstairs.
you pause for a split second, before opening the door to see the desperate, pathetic face you were expecting. heâs soaked in sweat, his eyes teary and needy, veins pulsing across his biceps and the bulge in his pants now even more painfully obvious. you lock eyes for a second, but before you can say anything, he lunges towards you. you messily make out in the doorway, just barely managing to slam the door and land on your couch, his hot, heavy body pressed right on top of you. he wastes no time taking his tank top off, before hungrily ripping all your pyjamas off. his eyes turn black as he feasts on the sight of your naked body and he lets a whiny moan escape from his lips. he begins kissing your neck, moving down to your collarbone, then to your tits, leaving a trail of pink purple hickeys. as he feasts on you, he quickly kicks of his trouser and boxers, disregarding them to the floor and waste no time with foreplay. his thick fingers dig into your thighs as he spreads your legs, firmly but gently, and focuses on lining himself up. you look down and notice how huge he is. you think youâve seen big before, but this is something else. a big vein runs along his member, leading to his painfully pink tip, already sticky with precum. he puts a hand on your cheek and stares right into your eyes as he enters you. his eyes roll back into his head and he groans soulfully. you clench around how huge he is, tangling your fingers in his brown curls. he pumps in and out, and you swear your vision goes at the amount of pleasure heâs giving you. you moan and cry from pure ecstasy, and he buries his face in your neck as he groans in delight. the sound coming from the pair of you is probably waking the whole neighbourhood, but you canât care about that right now.
âyes baby, gosh your perfect, so perfectâ he whimpers loudly. you wrap your arms around his back and dig your fingernails in hard as he gets faster and faster, the sound of your skin clapping together filling the air. just at this feeling, he groans even louder, gripping you like you could disappear any moment. you feel his hips bucking as he gets close, and he holds your face and stares right into you eyes. your body freezes up as your feel your walls clenching and fluttering, and a familiar tension about to break in your stomach. and as he gives his final, hard thrusts, you look into each others eyes as his hips completely buck up and he cums inside you, quickly followed by your own orgasm. he lays on top of you for a few more seconds, heavily panting into the crease of your neck as he cools down. he then carefully rolls next to you on the narrow couch, and gazes into your eyes with that same mischievous but satisfied grin.
âthat was the best i have ever had. you are so perfect baby.â he grins. you just gaze into his eyes with a new found discovery about yourself. âcan i stay, just tonight?â he asks, a desperate undertone in his voice, using those same puppy eyes. you pause for a second, thinking about how you should feel horrible right now, i mean, you just cheated on Tom. but right now, you can only think about how he doesnât come back until next week, and all you have is right now. you narrow your eyes.
âfine,â you say, failing to fight the smirk from your face. a look of relief washes over him, and he leans in for a proper, loving kiss.

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Hugh Jackman in Logan 03/??
kinda wanna give him a hug and a smooch on his forehead kinda wanna suck on his wrinkly old man balls. unwashed.
Old Man Logan x Nurse Reader - Happy Valentines
Just a little Valentines story for Logan and Nurse Reader.
Not sure where I am going with this one - I feel like the big story arch having been completed, there isn't anything much else to say, but I love writing them. So if anyone has any ideas they would like to see then send them my way.
Warnings: some not very explicit sexy times at the end.
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When Logan collected Laura from school she presented him with a large piece of folded card. Â
âWhatâs this, kiddo?â He asked. Â
âOpen it,â she grinned, the gappy smile from her first lost baby teeth made Logan chuckle. Â
Inside was a very carefully drawn and coloured heart with âI love you love from Lauraâ in her best writing. Â
âItâs a valentines,â she said proudly. Â
âIt sure is,â Logan said, smiling, âmama will love it.âÂ
âNo daddy, itâs for you,â she said. Â
Logan looked at her. Â
âFor me?âÂ
She nodded and smiled. Â
âFor you.âÂ
Happy 9th birthday to the film that, somehow, became my comfort movie.
Those are the moments.

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I need to do some stupid shit in front of old man logan and have him look at me like
and then he spends the next hour or two rawdogging me and doesn't allow me to cum and calling me a silly girl the entire time.
Thinking about... Kissing that old man.
Loving and cherishing that old man.
Tenderly stroking that old man's hair.
Resting my head on that old man's chest.
But yes fucking him also.
do i even need toâ
ââm an old man, sweetheart. You sure a sweet thing like you wants this?â
Itâs 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
burying your face in his neck while you ride him on the couch. feeling his head turn and his lips glide a wet path over your jaw before he nips at it, breathing something about how good youâre making him feel â or maybe something with more of a teasing edge. getting tired? need me to do it for you? his hands cupping under your ass, getting a good handful before moving up to grip and guide your movements. maybe a light smack for encouragement. there you go, donât stop now. ride that dick. you do it so well, baby. so well that i donât think i can pull out.
âyou can use my skin to bury secrets inâ | 6.8k
old man!logan x f!reader
SUMMARY: Saliva floods his mouth as you rise to your feet, looking down at him from above. Gracefully angelic, and yetâ âI know what Iâm asking for,â you continue, your voice descending to a low murmur that scratches pleasantly against some dark and remote corner of his brain. Then you lower yourself onto his lap, your thighs bracketing his waist. You repeat your question: âCan I help you?â OR Logan had always known your generosity would get him in trouble. WARNINGS/TAGS: mdni smut 18+ cursing. drinking. pining. mentions of alcohol. dirty talk. age gap (reader's in her late 20s). loganâs POV. angst/self-deprecation (he just needs a little loving). religious imagery. feelings. petnames. chauffeur!logan. oral sex (m receiving, tiny bit of f receiving). sort of dom!logan. doggy style. unprotected p in v. creampie. A/N: i could say i'm sorry for this, but i'm not. love love love this old man (#needthat). heavily inspired by the song "i know" by fiona apple. @lubdubology my partner in crime who keeps putting up with me, tysm!!! hope you all enjoy it <3
The line between being a good and bad person is thin. So thin, in fact, that Logan finds himself stepping back and forth across it constantly.

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thinking about domestic oldman!logan !!!Â
smut, mdni! fem!reader.Â
old man logan would murmur something around, âdo you like it like this, darlinâ?â when he fingers you :( his lips are pressed along your ear, and the scruff of his greying beard feels so ticklish on your skin. youâd whine out in high-pitched noise, hiccups slipping through your lips.
a particular thrust of his fingers makes you gasp and instinctively shut your thighs at the sudden ecstasy.
âshh,â logan coos as he rubs his hoarse thumb along your swollen button, circling it expertly, âopen yâr legs again, princess. câmon.âÂ
logan coaxes you with his voice and soft kisses. when you shake your head in reply, too overwhelmed to barely speak, logan doubles his efforts. he has never done this before, he thinks.Â
being so soft, so patient, so tolerant.
he will prolong the foreplay even when you're shaking in his hold and begging him to fuck you, to "please, logan. wanâ itâ," logan just nuzzles his nose on your tear-stained cheek and curls his fingers in your cunt again, âjusâ a little more, princess. yâcan do that fâr your old man, canât you?â
âfuck, look at her. yâre such a messy girl,â he talks down at your pussy, bringing the same two fingers to rub at your folds. he spread your wetness up and down, and you whimpered with the euphoria it produced. his tone turned to a whisper, âmessy little pussy, huh?
âmhm..â you whispered back, brain all cloudy now.
âmhm?â logan adjusted his glasses to look at you, rubbing you gently, âall messy for y'r husband?â
gosh, logan loves to refer to himself like thatâpurposely intertwining your hands with his to see how the wedding rings complement each other.Â
âyeah.â
I canât thank Neil âcause every thank you I got belongs to you, doll. Youâre my "August Night", youâre my âSeptember Morn,â youâre my âHeartlight,â and youâre my âCracklinâ Rosie,â you got me? Hugh Jackman as Mike 'Lightning' Sardina in Song Sung Blue, 2025.