it is the last one from logan


Week Ending May 1st, 2017

  1. Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2 +13
  2. Beauty and the Beast
  3. Zootopia +5
  4. Moana
  5. Heathers
  6. Star Wars: Episode VIII – The Last Jedi −5
  7. Lord of the Rings 
  8. Rogue One: A Star Wars Story −5
  9. Deadpool
  10. Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them +3
  11. Star Wars: Episode VII – The Force Awakens +1
  12. La La Land +5
  13. The Hobbit
  14. Kingsman: The Golden Circle
  15. Doctor Strange +1
  16. Fifty Shades Darker
  17. Your Name +2
  18. Logan −3
  19. Tangled
  20. Suicide Squad

The number in italics indicates how many spots a title moved up or down from the previous week. Bolded titles weren’t on the list last week.

Originally posted by gamorasnebula

The right thing

(A/N): I’m so sorry this has taken me so long to get to, I really hope you like it!

Request: ok, i’ve thought about it long and hard (not really) and i think i’d like an old man logan request, if you even do that, lol. he sees me on the side of the road in the freezing canadian cold, and decides to do the right thing and drive me to wherever he resides, but he’s a bit hesitant on getting acquainted at first, being the grumpy old coot he is. then, at his place, after getting comfy, we both decide that we might get along and i fall asleep. ya know, just some fluffy shturf. ;3

Warnings: none?

Tags: @mcuimxgine, @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x, @saradi1018, @holland-toms, @superwholockian309, @fly-f0rever, @capbuckthor, @rainbeauxbread

Originally posted by dailymarvelheroes

   Logan gripped the wheel of his car so tightly that his knuckle were white. He could feel the thrum of the engine running through his fingers, into the Adamantium of his bones. 

   The snow outside his window blurred everything in sight, making it nearly impossible to drive and yet he was doing it. With a sigh he reaches over and grabs a cigar, lighting it quickly before taking a long drag from it and that’s when it caught his eye, a long figure standing on the side of the road but before he could even stop to think about his car had passed by them, the snow quickly obscuring their form.

    Logan blinked, attempting to convince himself that what he saw he did not see, there was no way someone was out here in the frigid cold. Rolling his shoulders back he kept on driving but a certain nagging feeling told him to turn around, check it out just to see if his eyes were playing tricks on him. 

  “Damn it,” He mutters through his cigar as he swerves the car around, driving most likely into traffic (if there was any). His eyes thoroughly scanned the the sidewalk, searching for the figure. His gaze locks on the same long figure, standing on the side of the road shivering madly. With not so great parking skills Logan pulls up to the snowy bank, hoping out of his car as soon as he turned the engine off. 

   “Any reason you’re out here in the cold kid?” He asks through his cigar, his voice only a tiny bit muffled. The being turns to look at him, their eyes downcast as they rub at their arm, most likely trying to get some feeling back in them. 

   “I’m waiting,” 

   “What for?” 

   “Someone,” The figure mutters, sniffling a bit. Logan sighs, stuffing his hands into his pocket. 

   “You’re gonna freeze out here,” 

   “Good.” Logan looks at them through squinted eyes, little puffs of smoke billowing from his mouth. 

   “Get in the car,” He mutters, giving them no room to argue. 

   “What?” The figure looks up, looking at Logan incredulously. 

   “I said get in the car, I don’t want you freezing to death,” 

   “Why do you care?”

   “Believe it or not the idea of some kid freezing to death on the side of the road isn’t really a pleasant one, now get in the car,” 

   “How do I know you’re not gonna rape me or something?” Logan looks nearly offended at their words, how dare they accuse him of such a thing? Wrinkling his nose in disgust he turns away, reaching up to grab his cigar. 

   “I’m not gonna hurt ya but if you don’t want to tag along I’ll let you die out here,” Logan walks to his car, ignoring his gut feeling telling him to turn around and demand that however this was get in with him. He took a few steps towards the car, reaching for his keys when he stopped- the figure speaking up finally. 

   “Where are you going to take me?” Logan smiles just a bit, turning to cast the figure with a side glance. “I know a place for you,” The figure nods numbly as they skirt around Logan’s car, violently shivering as they walked towards the passenger door. 

   Logan gave them a good long look, staring at their frozen eyelashes and nearly purple lips; how long had this kid been out here? Shaking off his worry Logan unlocked the car, hoping in and starting the ignition. The figure sighed in relief as they placed their hands to the barely working AC vents which at the moment were spitting out little bits of heat. Logan eyed them once more, the permanent goosebumps on their skin, the way their nails were nearly black from the cold. 

  “Shit kid,” Logan muttered as he took of his coat, thrusting into the figure’s lap. “Put that on, you’re gonna freeze if you don’t,” The figure shakily slips the jacket on, pulling it around their body tightly. 

   “Please tell me wherever we’re going is warmer than this?” Logan starts up the car, not even looking behind him or ahead of him as he turned around once again. 

   “Yeah…yeah it is,” Logan rubs a hand down his face, stopping just above his lips. With an exasperated sigh he plucked out his cigar and smashed it into his ashtray, letting out the last few puffs of smoke from his mouth. “You got a name kid?” The figure shivers, nodding their head as they do. 

   “It’s (Y/N),” Logan nods his head, casting (Y/N) a side glance. 

   “Well (Y/N), I’m Logan,”

   “Just take the goddamn blanket (Y/N),” Logan muttered as he thrust another blanket at the still shivering kid on his couch. 

   “Logan, I already have like,” (Y/N) pauses to count the amount of layers they were wearing, excluding one of Logan’s flannels since the outfit they had been previously wearing was tainted by the cold snow. “4 blankets,” 

   “You need another one,” 


   “(Y/N).” Logan growls, shoving the blanket towards them again. (Y/N) grumbles as they take the blanket, wrapping it around their other layers securely. With a pleased sigh Logan slumps down onto the couch, a few feet away from (Y/N). 

   “So, this is where you live?” 

  “Yeah,” Logan rasps, looking at his makeshift little home. “It’s the best I’ve got right now,” (Y/N) nods, humming as they look around. 

   “It’s…quaint?” Logan chuckles, sliding a hand down his exhausted face. 

  “You don’t have to lie to me kid, I know it’s bad,” (Y/N) smiles softly, chuckling just a bit. 

   “Okay, yeah, it’s bad,” Logan smiles, blinking lazily at his home. “Why is this…why is this the best you can afford?” 

   “It’s not easy to get a nice home when you’re being hunted,” (Y/N) looks at him, alarm flashing through their features. 

   “Wh-What do you mean?” (Y/N) asks, quivering for other reasons now. 

   “You ever heard of mutants?” (Y/N) nods their head, their gaze never leaving Logan once. “Well, we’re kinda going extinct, I’m one of the last ones,” Logan mutters, looking over his scarred hands indifferently. 

   “I uh- I don’t think you’re one of the last ones,” (Y/N) whispers, their gaze falling to their lap. 

  “Kid, I’m pretty damn sure I know that I’m one of the last ones-” Logan pauses when he looks around, a good chunk of his home items floating in the air, suspended their by some force. He looks to (Y/N) with a rather surprised gaze, his eyes glued to the way they titled their head, the objects in the room mocking the same power. “You’re one of us,” Logan mutters, his tone a lot softer than it had previously been. Slowly all the objects in the room float back down, settling into their respective places neatly. 

   “I was on the side of the road because I was running,” (Y/N) whispers, pulling their blankets around themself tighter. “Guess we’re kinda in the same boat,” Logan nods, pursing his lips in thought. 

  “I’ll be damned, I guess we are,” (Y/N) smiles a bit, one corner of their mouth twitching upwards just a bit. 

   “So…what do we do from here?” 

   “You’re gonna warm up and sleep, god knows you need it-” 

   “And then?” 

   “And then we’ll lay low, figure everything out as we go,” (Y/N) nods, their own lips pursing in thought. “But for now you definitely need some sleep,” (Y/N) nods, yawning at Logan’s words. They hadn’t realized just how tired they were until Logan had mentioned it. Now that he had they could barely keep their eyes open, every so often their eyes would flutter close only to flutter back open. (Y/N) tilts themself to the side, resting their head against Logan’s shoulder. They yawn again, closing their eyes for good now as they settle in against him, his warmth only adding to their slowly reviving limbs. 

   “G’night Logan,” (Y/N) whispers, ignoring the way Logan tensed under their touch. Logan looks at them for a minute before hesitantly reaching out to brush some hair out of their face, a small albeit affectionate gesture. Logan had only known this kid for a day and his mama bear genes were already kicking in, making him vow to protect this life with everything he had, almost what he felt with Rouge and Laura. With a soft, almost alien like smile Logan settled into the couch, making sure (Y/N) stayed tucked against his side either way. 

   “Good night (Y/N),” 

Anything For You

((A/N: So I had to edit some of the request a bit to make it work and not be a two-parter, I hope Anon doesn’t mind too much. But mutant reader is always a fun one, so I don’t mind. It’s also my first go as writing for Logan, so be gentle!


Can I get a Logan x (mutant)Reader, where the reader thinks that Logan hates her since he’s always so rude and gruff and yells at her during missions, so she keeps her distance from him, eventually deciding to leave the X-men. And then when Logan realizes that she left, and why she left, he goes to get her and bring her back home? Lots of angst, then ending in fluff? Fighting and love confessions? Could you make it work? Or is it too much?? Sorry to be a bother!

Pairing: Logan x mutant!Reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: Language, clearly. ))

“Really? You thought just shootin’ shit with electricity was the solution here?” Wolverine’s voice had risen to an unreasonable decibel level as he got closer, claws withdrawn but still clearly defensive.

Your eyes narrowed, fists clenched, “It was the only option! Iceman was out of the way and Shadowcat was already intangible, no one would get hurt!” Your own voice had risen to match his, stepping closer and closing the little gap that was left.

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What Did I Do To Deserve You?

As requested a while back, Daddy kink Logan, i have sinned.

Pairing: Logan Howlett x Reader

Warnings: Smut, pure smut. its just porn bro, oral sex (both recieving) fingering, DaddyKink!Logan,  heavy snoggin’. face-sitting, praise, worship, etcetc.

A/N: GIF isn’t mine


The moonlight shone through the window of your room, the white and blue rays illuminating the pale sheets of the bed. The night was young, winter, only 7 in the evening.

You sauntered over the room towards the window pane, dressed in only a t-shirt and panties, your hair still damp from your shower and a book in hand. You had gone through all of the ones on your shelf and this was the last one left unread: The Double.

The moon was full, the sky was clear and it had only a few stray clouds, a clear, rain-free night nonetheless. You always wondered what space was like, personally, the feeling of weightlessness and silence surrounding you, the earth behind you as you floated far away.

You looked back to see the sleeping and lightly snoring Logan sprawled out on your bed, still in his combat gear from the previous mission he came back from earlier in the evening.

He looked so at peace, so gentle and quiet.

As you sat next to him on the soft mattress, you set your book on the bedside table. Lifting a gentle hand to his forehead, you brushed some stray hairs from his face, gliding your fingers against his soft skin.Logan grunted as he fluttered his eyes open and smiled once he saw you.

Rolling onto his back, he winced.

“What’s wrong baby? Are you injured from the mission?”

Logan grunted whilst nodding his head. “I uh, I feel a pulling sensation in my shoulders and back, doll, could you help me get this shit off please?” He muttered, motioning to his combat vest and trousers.

“Of course, honey, do you want me to run you a hot shower afterwards?” You asked, your fingers deftly unzipping everything that was unzippable.

“Mhm, please, sugar,” Logan mumbled before placing an innocent kiss to your plump lips.

Fast forward to 20 minutes, Logan had been in the shower for about half that time. You occupied your time by reading more of the book in your palms. You were so engulfed that you didn’t notice Logan sauntering out of the bathroom.

What you DID notice was the towel hanging so low on his waist he may as well have not worn it at all. You licked your lips at the sight of the hair on his torso, trailing all the way from the v of his hips to his chest.

“You’re staring again, Y/N.” Smirking, he placed a hand on the edge of the towel, tugging it down a little, the glistening of his wet body making you bite your lip at the thought of what lay underneath.

“Can’t I admire the art?” You smiled up at him, placing your book onto your bedside table once again. You ushered him to come and sit on the bed, he winced at the feeling of his muscles stretching.

“How about a massage?”

“What did I do to deserve you, sugar?” You giggled at the little nickname, raising to your knees and kneeling behind him. You started to knead his muscles, placing light little kisses in your wake. You hit a certain spot near his shoulder blade which made him groan.

“Mm, it feels so good Y/N. Please keep going.” You felt a pang of heat between your thighs as he kept sighing and groaning, the odd curse coming out then and there.

As your fingers kneaded the muscle between his neck and shoulders, Logan whipped around and captured your lips in a searing kiss which would have made your knees buckle and collapse if you were standing.

“You’re my rock, you know that, sugar?” He smiled against your lips. Logan laced his fingers through your hair as he laid you down on the bed, his free hand coming to nudge your knees apart so he could snake his way in between them.

“So, so beautiful, and all mine, all mine.” You whimpered as he started to place agonizingly slow kisses down your neck, the mixture of tongue and teeth making you arch your back and raise your hips. You felt the growing hardness of him grinding against your heat, and the sensation made you moan.

“Oh, Jesus…”

“Jesus can’t save you now, kitten. Now would you be a good girl for me and stay still for me? Can you do that?” You nodded at him, “I need you to use your words baby.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

He hummed planted wet kisses down your lithe body, skimming the curves of your waist and hips and thighs, you let out small moans and whines as Logan’s lips skipped past your sex, he was always such a fucking tease.

“You want these off, princess?” You looked down and saw his index finger curled over the band of your panties, pinging them twice against your hip bone.

“Please,” You keened.

“Please, what?”

“Please, Daddy.” your fingers raked through the soft tresses of his hair. Your hips writhe upwards as he pulled the fabric down your thighs tantalizingly slow. As they got to your calves, Logan raised to his knees and bent your legs upwards, kissing along your skin, worshiping you.

“You can get these back later…” Logan spread your legs with one hand as the other tossed your panties across the room, you giggled as you watched them land on a lamp on your desk whilst feeling your boyfriend’s lips against your collarbone. You felt the hard line of Logan’s cock underneath his towel, and you bucked your hips upwards but stopped.

“I wanna please you tonight, I wanna make tonight about you, can I?” Your voice was lower than a whisper, and you swore you could feel his cock twitch against the pressed up fabric of the towel. Logan raised his head and kissed you fervently, his tongue swiping at your bottom lip, coaxing you to open your mouth, so you did. As you felt is tongue stroke against yours, you both let out moans, the vibration sending shocks of warmth down to your core,  making you ground your hips against his.

“Anything you want, my love,” Logan mumbled against your lips, you pecked him lightly and used your strong thighs to roll him over and straddle him, his hands resting at the curve of your waist

“What am I allowed to do, Daddy?” You batted your eyelashes at him as you stroked his broad chest, your hands drifting lower and lingering over the edge of his towel.

“Like I said angel, anything you want…” He bit his lips as you shifted down his legs, tugging the bath towel off of his hips.

His cock sprung up and you licked your lips, taking him in your soft hands. You stroked him up and down for a few seconds before lowering your mouth to his tip, softly licking the head. He groaned lowly as his fingers laced through your hair, guiding your mouth up and down his length. You hollowed your cheeks and sucked on his tip, slowly flicking your tongue against him.

You popped him out of your mouth, looking up at him through your lashes as you licked a long stripe from base to tip and you watched him groan loudly and throw his head back.

“That’s my good girl, get my cock all wet baby, show me how nasty you can be, hmm?” At his word you spat on his cock, making him wet and lubricated as you lowered your head onto him some more. You relaxed your throat and took all of him in, deep-throating him.

“Oh Y/N, baby, that feels so good, you naughty little minx.”

You looked at him through your lashes again, seeing him biting his lip as you reached your small hand up to his balls, massaging them carefully as you kissed up and down his shaft again, lightly sucking at the underside, right on top of the thick vein.

“You like that, Daddy? Am I doing good?”

“Y-Yes baby, fuck, oh God, fuck- k-keep doing that, I love it when you suck my cock like this, princess. Such a good girl for your daddy…” You moaned at his words, the wetness between your legs slowly sliding down your thighs and you reached down to tease your clit, moaning once more and earning a choked whimper through Logan’s lips as the vibrations went through his cock.

“I’m gonna cum baby, where do you want it?” You hummed and took all of him in your mouth, licking and sucking as you kept bobbing your head up and down. You suddenly felt a hot, thick liquid enter your mouth, swallowing it down- trying not to gag at the salty and sweet taste.

You released him as a little bit of cum dribbled from your lips and onto your chin, Logan leaned up and wiped it with his thumb and brought it to your mouth. You suckled on his thumb, collecting everything that he had on it. He placed a delicate but passionate kiss upon your lips again, the erotic taste of himself lingering on his tongue as he pulled away.

“Oh Y/N, what did I do in my life to deserve you in my life, hmm? C'mon, I want to do something new.” He gripped your hips in his large hands, squeezing and massaging.

“W-What is this ‘new thing’ Daddy?”

“Sit on my face, baby, I know you wanted tonight to be about me, so let me do this one thing, please?”

“O-Okay, um, could you…?” Gesturing to his hands, silently asking him to help you up onto his level.

As your pussy hovered over his face, you felt his short breaths fan over your heat, making you gasp. Logan smirked at your blushing state and lowered your hips down, connecting his mouth to your wet pussy.

“Hmmm,” He hummed, “so wet for me, sugar, is this all for me?”

“Y-Yes!” You gasped as you felt a large hand spank you lightly on your ass and his soft tongue running lightly up and down you folds.

“Yes what, Y/N?”

“Yes, Daddy I-oh, fuck. More please, please Daddy!”

Logan held you in place with his hands on your ass, dragging you down onto his face as his tongue darted out to lick you and taste you. You moaned Logan’s name at the feeling of his wet tongue drawing circles against your clit, which earned you a hard spank to your ass cheek again.

“Nuh-uh, that’s not my name at the moment baby girl, what is it? Hmm?” He kept lightly spanking you until you could form the strength to speak through the intense pleasure of his tongue.

“D-Daddy, oh, fuck!” You shouted as you felt Logan’s wonderful tongue probing against the entrance of your pussy. He licked lightly at your labia, sucked hard on your clit and it made you grind your pussy hard onto his face, you realised what you had done and jolted your hips back, but Logan’s strong hands kept them in place.

You let out something between a sharp moan and a whine as you felt one cool, calloused finger nudge your pussy lips apart, sliding slowly inside and curling against your g-spot.

“Hnng, you like that baby? Hmm?”

"F-Fuck yes, Daddy, I love it so much, please k-keep going!” You cried out as you felt Logan suck hard on your clit whilst he inserted another finger into your throbbing heat, both probing against your g-spot.

“You gonna cum, kitten? My beautiful Y/N is gonna cum, isn’t she?”

With his hoarse words and the flicking of his tongue against your bundle of nerves, you let the coil in your lower stomach unravel and you became a moaning, arching, grinding mess. You came so hard you had to bite down on your arm to stop from screaming the whole tower down, leaving teeth indents on your tanned skin.

Logan assumed your legs had gone weak, so he used his strong arms to lift you up and place you on his lap, stroking your hair and kissing your neck and face as you gained a steady breathing pattern once more, slightly gasping when your wetness rubbed against his still-hard cock.

“How do you feel, baby? Did that feel good?” He whispered, his lips ghosting against yours.

“Mmm, yes Daddy, I-I loved it. Thank you, can I kiss you?” You whispered, earning a 'mhmm’ from him. You connected your lips in a sweet and passionate kiss, moaning at the taste of yourself on his tongue. You began to subconsciously roll your hips, trying to find more friction, you were wet and still so aroused you could cry.

“You want my cock, Y/N? Does my baby girl want her Daddy’s cock inside of her wet, warm, tight little pussy? You want it rough or soft, kitten? Hard or slow? Tell me, sweetheart.” Logan growled and tugged at the collar of your t-shirt, attacking your neck with his teeth and tongue, his dominance making you turn into putty in his hands.

“I-I don’t know, whatever feels- oh, that feels so good!” You hissed as Logan bit down hard onto the patch of skin between your shoulder and neck, he tapped on the fabric of your t-shirt, asking permission to take it off, and you lifted your arms in consent. His mouth assaulted your collarbones, kissing down your chest as his hands squeezed your breasts, his tongue flicking across each nipple with wanton need.

You rolled over onto your back, Logan’s muscular frame hovering above yours and pinning your arms above your head with one hand as his other tickled down your body, earning some happy giggles from your lips.

“Lo-Daddy, t-that tickles- ah!” He chuckled with you, pressing his lips everywhere from your face to your neck to your chest. You let out a content sigh when his fingers stopped dancing against your skin and instead started stroking your wet folds, preparing you for the thick cock that was yet to fill you up.

“You want my thick, hard cock inside you, Y/N? You want me pushing you to the edge, making you cum so hard you scream my name?” You nodded as you bit your lip, his tip slotting in your entrance. “I need you to use your words, kitten, speak up.”

“Yes, Daddy, I want your cock inside me, I want to cum so hard around you, I want you to abuse my pussy, mold it into the shape of your cock, please,” You writhed against him, your hips bucking against his cock, wanting more, more, more.

As Logan slid his cock all the way in, you both let out moans and groans. The feeling of being filled with your boyfriend’s thick cock almost made you cum then and there, but the non-existent movement of his hips helped you calm yourself.

“Go slow, please Daddy…” At your words, Logan moved on queue, his hips creating a slow rocking motion, the curve of his cock rubbing against THAT spot, your bodies moved against each other like waves, one of his hands were in your hair, tugging very lightly, and the other was on your hip, keeping you in place as he fucked slowly into your wet heat.

You let out a low moan as he slid all the way out and slammed back into you, hard. Logan kept his slow pace until you wrapped your legs against his hips, your ankles digging into his ass, bringing him closer, he ground against you, the soft stubble in his pubic area rubbing against your bundle of nerves.

He started to quicken his pace, the wet slapping of skin and your heavy breaths and light moans filling the room. The wet squelching sound of his cock sinking deep inside you at a fast pace made your pussy quiver around him, earning a loud groan to rip from his chest. He licked and sucked on your neck, leaving small hickeys here, there and everywhere.

“F-fuck, princess, Daddy wants to take you from behind, can he do that?” You nodded as you looked into his eyes, his pupils stretched so wide he barely had any iris left.

He slipped his cock out of your abused pussy, lightly spanking it with his cock, “You gonna be a good little girl, Y/N, and take Daddy’s cock from the back? You gonna let Daddy fuck you doggy style, hm?” His voice was gruff and hoarse as you clambered onto your hands and knees.

“Spread your legs, sweetness, Daddy wants to see that pretty pink pussy of yours.” You opened your legs and immediately felt Logan’s deft fingers part your folds, teasing your slit and spreading your slick from your entrance to your clit, making you gasp and Logan your hips backwards against his fingers as he slowly pumped them in and out only once.

You felt Logan’s thighs press against yours as he lined himself up to your entrance once more, his hand on the soft skin of your back, urging you to arch your back.

He started a slow pace again, his cock pumping in and out of you at a torturing speed, you felt every vein of him throb inside your wanton pussy, your muscles slightly spasming around his girth. Logan started to shift his hips a little faster, leaning over and curling his fist into your hair, yanking backwards as his hips started to slam roughly into yours.

He pulled you up by your hair, his hand wrapping around your throat and the hand in your hair snaking around your hips to toy with your throbbing, engorged clit.

You moaned at all of the sensations.

“You like it when I choke you?” His hand squeezed your throat a little tighter, making your eyes roll back as the pleasure spread through your whole body. “You like it when Daddy abuses your pussy, making you scream and moan and squirm?”

“Y-Ye-s!” You choked out, feeling your orgasm rising. Logan spanked you so hard you knew your ass would be a pretty red for the rest of the week.

“Yes, what?” You felt his plump lips move against your earlobe as he growled the words.

“Y-yes DADDY! AH!” Logan spanked your clit lightly, making another jolt of intense pleasure roll through your body, goosebumps rising at the new feeling.

He raised a hot hand to your breasts, tweaking both hard nipples one at a time before moving his fingers against your clit again, drawing hard and slow circles around the sensitive nub.

“Daddy, I’m gonna cum!” You gasped.

“Then cum, my sweet Y/N, I’m right behind you, ahh, fuck, baby.”

A few spanks to your clit and you were a goner, your hands braced on the headboard as your pussy quivered and contracted against Logan’s thick cock. White spots started to flash before your eyes and your breathing hitched. You soon heard Logan’s loud groans as he shot thick ribbons of hot cum inside your core.

As you came down from the euphoric feeling of your mind blowing orgasm, Logan slipped his slowly softening cock out of your hole, bringing you to curl up against his chest as he laid down, his rough hands rubbing your soft skin.

“My beautiful, beautiful girl. I love you so much, Y/N.” You turned around to face him, your hands stroking against the stubble on his jaw.

“I love you too, Logan, now let’s get some rest before the sun rises.”

baby howlett|| old man logan

Originally posted by alsoshelma

I’m going to try and get two of these out today because due to me being in work twice this week, I haven’t had availability to write. I hope to post at least three today, so I hope you all enjoy!

Requested by Anon: Since Laura is already a handful, when the reader discovers she’s pregnant she panics and keeps it a secret from Logan. When she begins to show and has incredibly odd food cravings, Laura finds her pregnancy test and decides to tell her father instead. 

Tag List: @house-of-penguin @drewkelliii @weasleytheking @agirlinherhead @katiedreamy @tigers-have-teeth @xavier-chxrles @liveourlifelikenobodyelse @buckybabble @avengers-bucky-fanfic @rivertales 

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First time loving you - Wolverine x Reader (NSFW)

#10. Making love for the first time. I hope you’ll like it, really, because lately I’ve been feeling a bit insecure about my writings (for no reason really but the fact that I really lack confidence) so…Yeah, and fuck it’s quite long… Oh and, WARNING NSFW and language I guess : 

(My master list, by the way : Right here )


As he felt your naked body curled against him, it hit him like a tsunami. Right in the face. A gigantic wave of feels.  Everything made sense all of a sudden, and his mind was clearer than ever. Of course, it was so simple, and yet, it took him ages to realize it…He was in love with you. 

The sheer simplicity of his realization made him chuckle, and he held his breath, afraid he’d wake you up…But no, you were deeply asleep. Your head on his chest, an arm around his waist while the other was resting lazily across his chest. One of your leg was splayed across his own legs, his hands were on the small of back, caressing up and down lovingly. Yes, you didn’t hear his chuckle, you were in a deep slumber. 

You were too tired from last night…Oh my god last night. 

Last night, Logan spent the most fantastic night he ever had in his long life. 

Last night, you and him made love for the first time. 

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a fanmix for Laura Kinney

01. child, they’re seeking weakness tonight / 02. this human heart, how many times can it be torn, before a superhero is born? / 03. you gave me my very first gun / 04. you are another one, buried here by no one / 05. no hope, just lies and you’re taught to cry into your pillow, but I survived / 06. my childhood spat back out the monster that you see / 07. I play for keeps, ‘cause I might not make it back / 08. I’m only the monster you made me / 09. better men have hit their knees, and bigger men have died / 10. this war is mine / 11. you know the blood that I’m owed is all yours / 12. excuse me sir, am I your daughter? / 13. I make no apologies all of my sins I would repeat / 14. I will burn your kingdom if you try to conquer me and mine / 15. if I’ve no one to fight, how do I know who I am? / 16. you will be the one that I’ll become / 17. don’t you ever tame your demons, but always keep them on a leash / 18. one eye is taken for an eye / 19. welcome to the new age / 20. to the edge of the earth, it’s a brave new world, from the last to the first / 21. I would like to run away to a place where stars could be seen as a warning, where we could rise clean in the morning

[ L I S T E N ]


Summary: You connect falling in love with Logan to certain colors.

Ship: Logan x Reader

Song Inspiration: Love by Lana Del Rey

Word Count: 1,575 words.

Tags: i had so much fun writing this honestly, its so cute, well to me, romance, fluff, i think this is fLUff????,

Last Words: best song in the world please listen while you read, IT’LL MAKE THE STORY HIT YOU LIKE A TON OF BRICKS EVEN MORE

Special Tag: since this is my first post on tumblr & i love Logan I’m gonna tag some of my favorite writers :-) @theamazingworldoffandomfics @crossbns  @mellifluous-melodramas @geeks-universe 

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I don’t think I find Logan as heartbreaking as a lot of other people do. Or at least not in the same way.

Like, it sucks that Logan and Charles are in this world where mutants are all but gone. It sucks that they’re old, and breaking down, and that they can’t do a fraction of the good for Laura and then for her friends that they could once have done.

But. Though the world is shit, the last thing Charles and Logan ever do is help another of their kind. The last thing they ever do is save another young mutant, one of the first in 20-odd years, help to get her to her friends, and then across the border, to a hopefully-better future. The last thing they ever do is something that matters.

If you have to go out, isn’t that way to do it?

What a beautiful, meaningful, and ultimately hopeful ending - and a beginning, too.

Comatose-Chapter 9

Summary: You are the sister of Charles Xavier. You are part of the Avengers and dating Bucky Barnes. Unbeknownst to you Bucky is having an affair with Natasha. When you catch them in the act, things go downhill from there. You are a Mutant with similar powers to Jean, only with Immortality thrown in.

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Bucky X Natasha, Logan Howlett X Reader

Warnings: Angst, Violence, Cheating, Feelings of worthlessness, Depression.

You can feel the emotion building inside as you step off the jet. You’re minutes away from seeing Natasha again, seconds away from laying eyes on Bucky, the man who tore your heart out. Logan trails closely behind you, his presence bringing you a modicum of comfort. The air had been thick with tension during the flight in, words desperately needing to be said but left unspoken. You’re met by an unknown agent on the helipad who escorts you through the once familiar compound in silence.

Logan had stepped in front of you the moment you entered the compound, partially obscuring you from prying eyes. He had to have felt the tension radiating off you, the barely concealed dread fighting its way onto your face. You had vowed to stay silent through the meeting, content for Logan to do the talking, and to retreat to the offered rooms as quickly as you could.

Nearing the meeting room, you can distinctly hear the voices of the assembled Avengers. Bucky’s low bass resounds in your ears, pulling up images of softly murmured words, hot touches, and sweet promises in your head. The wall inside your mind is crumbling with every step you take toward him.

Stopping briefly before the door which will bring you face to face with the people you had no wish to see again, you take a deep breath and nod for Logan to turn the handle. Swinging the door open, the conversation halts abruptly. All eyes swing in your direction and you steel yourself so as not to flinch. Logan takes a stance which has him appearing larger, a warning growl leaving his chest as he instinctively senses the other predators in the room.

You clear your throat, shoving Logan lightly at the small of his back. He moves cautiously forward, fists clenched tightly as he scans the room. Your eyes are downcast, trying frantically not to see Bucky. But it’s no use. His soft voice caresses your ears as he calls your name. Eyes shut tightly, you let out a whimper, pain lancing through your mind when you feel the last remnants of the self-imposed wall falling down.

He walks toward you, arms outstretched, seemingly to embrace you; to hold you once again. You take a step forward, the pull so strong you can’t ignore it. You need to feel him again, to breathe in his scent, to hear that velvet voice wash over you once more. Your breathing is coming out in short, fast pants, fingers twitching with the need to reach out and touch him..

Logan growls once, halting your movement by harshly pulling you backward and shoving you behind him. His touch grounds you, lifting the fog from your mind only now noticing that he has unsheathed his claws. They glint maliciously in the fluorescent light. It sobers you instantly and you reach for his hand, brushing a light touch to the inside of his wrist. The tension tightening the muscle in his shoulders relax minutely. His breathing evens out as he slowly retracts his claws, leaving the middle one to retract last about which you say nothing and chance a glance Bucky’s direction.

His eyes are hard and cold, hands balled tightly into fists. He’s staring intently at Logan, challenging him, lips curled into a snarl. You know this is about to escalate. You can feel the hatred they share for each other. The hurt. The pain.

Tugging gently at Logan’s wrist, you pull him backwards. He relents and takes a step, the venomous look never leaving his face, until he looks down at you. A protective hand is suddenly splayed across your ribs, the move a possessive on that reminds you of the things left unspoken on your flight here.  

Sighing you turn your attention to the sergeant. “James,” you finally acknowledge.

His eyes snap to yours, mouth opening and closing, searching for something to say. He settles on your name. “(Y/N)”

That one word, so filled with emotion, you feel as though it will suffocate you. You nod, not trusting yourself to speak. Ducking your head, you trying to make yourself smaller, needing out from under all this scrutiny. Logan comes to your rescue.

“Can we get on with this?” he asks, irritation bleeding into his tone. He pulls you toward an empty seat and forces you into it, choosing to stand behind you, arms folded across his chest. The look on his face a warning no one can fail to understand.

Steve, having come to his feet with the near brawl, sits down in the closest chair. “Let’s get this meeting started,” he replies as everyone settles.

You drift, barely paying attention to the debate raging around you. That horrible voice has been needling you for the past half hour. Begging you, pleading with you to attack. Avenge. To take revenge on the ones who broke you. It’s been getting steadily louder every time you chance a glance at Natasha. White hot rage sears a path through your veins, urging you to kill. You could. With a just a flick of your fingers or quirk of your brow you could easily take out the one who hurt you. But you bite down on the rising rage, and try to focus on the conversation happening around you.

Scraping chairs catch your attention. Logan taps you lightly on the shoulder, and you realize you’ve missed the entire thing. You stand abruptly, needing to get out, get away from these people. Logan’s attention is caught by Steve, leaving Bucky free to grab your hand. The touch sends you into overdrive.

“(Y/N),” he pleads. “Talk ta me.”  His free hand cups your chin, forcing you to look at him.  Then, he gently runs his thumb across your lip. His eyes are soft, the blue so deep, as he opens his mouth to speak.

“Back off, bub!” Logan’s voice cuts through the moment, sending you plummeting back to reality.

“An’ who the fuck are ya ta tell me what I can and can’t do?” comes Bucky’s angry retort.

Logan harshly drags you back, thrusting you out of the way as animalistic growls leaves him. “I’m the guy who’s gonna rearrange that pretty face of yours,” he replied mockingly. His claws singing as they reappear.

He takes a hard swing at Bucky who ducks out of the way, aiming a kick at Logan’s unguarded legs. Logan grunts and tries to slash a cut into Bucky’s side, but is blocked by Bucky’s metal arm. A punch connects with Logan’s face and jerks his head back, sending him careening into the conference table. He spits blood across it and wipes his mouth. A smirk plays on Logan’s lips as he pushes up from the table and launches a full body attack at Bucky, who is woefully unprepared for an angry Wolverine. Bucky falters under the onslaught and you can feel yourself break at the thought of them killing each other.

Rage boils over, lifting you off the ground as the power flows out of you. Hair whipping across your face, a hurricane surrounds you, and you don’t feel human anymore. A hollow laugh forces its way out of you, causing Logan to snap his head around. His eyes are wide with fear.

Lifting your hand, you fling Bucky through the opposite wall, immune to the pained whimpering noises that leave him when he makes contact with the ground.

Logan is moving toward you, his skin burning with every step. “Come back,” he pleads, eyes filled with emotion. “This isn’t you! You are not Jean!”

You can hear his mind shouting… don’t make me… not again… but it means little. Laughing harder, you extend your power toward him, cutting at his flesh, the darkness of what you are seeping out of you in waves. The rest of the Avengers can do nothing but cower under the strength of your might and you revel in their fear.

“Come back to me, (Y/N). Fight the dark,” he says in a small voice, pain filling every syllable.

Arriving before you, the weight of his plea snakes it’s way into your mind, wrapping itself around your consciousness. Memories of that fateful day when Logan had to kill the one he loved has you faltering long enough to drop toward the floor,  giving Logan the opportunity to do what he must and shove his claws through you. Pain rips through your body, bringing you back to yourself, reigning in the insatiable rage you felt just moments ago.

“Logan,” you whisper, vision tingeing black at the edges.

Tears are streaming down his face as he clutches you tightly to his chest. His voice is hoarse, no louder than a murmur, repeating “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” over and over, until your vision goes completely dark and you hear no more.

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Logic and the psychology of mistakes

Let me start by saying I know nothing I KNOW NOTHING ABOUT PSYCHOLOGY! and I was technical at work when I wrote this so no research went into it, those of you who do know about psychology please take it easy on me.

This came about because I a) didn’t want Logic to be completely clueless about feelings, b) i wanted Logic to have a bond between each side and c) Logicality first kiss. Also somehow I ended up with just a little more Morality angst but it all ends in fluff

Warnings: mentioned injury, guilt, feeling like a failure, made up psychology. let me know if I need to add anything. 

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Wolverine x reader

Originally posted by geekybasket

Quick info: While I was writing this around the midway point I started watching the first X-men movie for the first time ever and realized that this relationship I created is really similar to the one Logan has with Rogue. I apologize for this, wasn’t my intention at all.

(the Professor X mentioned is Steward’s age so the story takes place pretty recently. Around ‘the last stand’)

You were sitting on the couch, looking at the sexy lumberjack from afar and fumbling with your levitating pendant. It was moving in the air between your fingers by itself. Well… Not exactly by itself, you were still using your powers but it was there.

Logan was in the kitchen, leaning against the counter, reading some newspaper and you just so happened to be bored and ready to annoy him again.

You stood up from your place, walking over to him, swinging your hips as much as you could. You yawned loudly and jumped onto he counter, sitting your ass down just inches away from his newspaper.

“What are you doing?” He asked, emotionless.

“Sitting.” He looked up at you for a split second before returning his gaze down again.

“Get your ass off the counter.”


“Because it’s not a seat.”

“Is your lap a seat cause I’d sit on that.” You replied, boldly. Logan looked up again, looking rather annoyed.

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Bruises ♡ Grayson

Request: ‘‘Babes your account so fresh! I was wondering if I could request something since you’re out of ideas. Your bestfriend’s with (G or E you pick) and you and your ex boyfriend just break up and he’s been harassing you and just being a straight up D bag. Finally the boys have had enough and they get into a fight with your ex. (of course you’ll have to take care of them and clean up their bruises and such and maybe some kissing idk :)‘‘

Response: Thank you so much, that means so much to me!! I may have changed the storyline a little bit, but I hope you enjoy :) xxx

Warning: English is not my native language, so if there are any vocabulary/grammar mistakes, please ignore them. I try my best :)

While you’re making dinner and hum quietly on a song that is playing on the radio, you feel totally relaxed. But the thought that your boyfriend could be home any minute, freaked you out a bit. You guys have had a lot of fights the last couple of weeks, and they usually started when he got home after a long day of work or whatever he was doing. You didn’t even know what he was doing most of the time, because he didn’t tell you. Whenever you asked how his day had been, he just shrugged and didn’t answer your question. You didn’t dare to ask further questions because you were scared that he thought you didn’t trust him.

With a loud bang you hear your boyfriend closing the door, walking in the kitchen. You make a little jump of scaredness. You were so absorbed in your thoughts that you didn’t hear him coming in. ‘Hi babe,’ you greet him with a loving smile. ‘How are you?’ ‘Hm,’ he answers shortly and throws his car keys on the table. ‘Is dinner almost ready?’ You nod. ‘Yes, two more minutes, sweetie.’

He sighs and sits down at the table. He doesn’t ask you how you are or how your day has been. He was problaby just very tired, you thought. When the food is ready you scoop it on the plate and put it down in front of him. You walk around the other side of the table and sit down to join him.

‘I hope you like it. It’s a new recipe from my mom and she thought you would like it too.’ You smile at him but he doesn’t answer. He immediately starts eating, eyes focused on his food. When he has eaten two bites he puts his cutlery down and looks at you with frowned brows, eyes narrowed. You feel a nervous feeling coming up. ‘Are you fucking kidding me? This tastes like shit.’ He stands up so quickly that you dull backwards, processing what he just said.

‘I want you to make something else. I’m not gonna eat another bite of whatever this is.’ You don’t know what to say. ‘I-I don’t have anything else that I can cook… Maybe we can-’ He cuts you off by throwing his plate on the ground. You hear the sound of breaking porcelain and blink, not believing what he just did.

‘I don’t fucking care. Figure something out.’ ‘I-I can’t…’ you start, but he walks up to you and grabs you by your wrists. ‘You’re hurting me. Let me go!’ you try to liberate yourself, but he is much stronger than you. ‘What were you doing with HIM this afternoon?’ He had suddenly changed the subject, and now you finally knew why he was so mad. Of course it wasn’t because of the food. ‘With who?’ you say, while tears were running down your cheeks. You were scared that he was gonna do something to you. He brings his face closer to you so that he’s just a few inches away. ‘You know who! With that Grayson guy.’ He speaks out his name full of disgust.

You figure that he had probably seen you today while you were out, having lunch with Grayson. But he was just a friend and nothing more. He knew that. ‘He’s just a friend!’ you cry out while he pushes you against the wall. ‘Liar!’ he screams in your face. You try to look away, but he grabs you by your jaw so that you have to look at him. You gasp for air. ‘You dirty, little slut. How dare you going out with an other guy?! I do everything for you! Everything!’ he yells while he squeezes your hands, which are turning white.

‘Please let me go. I can’t take this any longer…. All these fights, I’m sick of it. We’re done,’ you say with a shaky voice. Finally he lets go of you. You rub your hands over your painful wrists. There is a long moment of silence, while you wait for him to yell again. ‘Fine. Leave then. Go back to that piece of shit,’ he says. You’re so surprised that you don’t know what to say, or do. You were paralyzed. When you finally can move again you slide past him.

You grab your phone and keys that were laying on the kitchen counter and almost run to the door. When you’re outside you sigh deeply, inhaling the fresh air. You walk to your car and get in, starting the engine. You knew exactly where you were going to.

‘Y/N! What are you doing here so late? Is everything alright?’ Grayson says with a worried look on his face when he opens the door and sees you. His hair is all messy and he was wearing a tank top and some sweatpants. He was probably just editing a video or chilling on the couch. ‘I… We… I’m…’ You try to form words, but all you can do is cry and sob while your body shakes uncontrollable. He takes a step in your direction and pulls you in for a hug. ‘Sshh…’ he tries to calm you down. ‘It will be okay. Just take a deep breath. Everything is gonna be okay.’ He strokes your back gently while he keeps whispering sweet nothings in your ear. Slowly you allow yourself to stop crying. You feel safe and warm in his strong arms.

You guys stand there for at least two minutes, when Ethan comes up and sees Grayson hugging you. ‘Y/N? What’s going on? What happened?’ Grayson lets go of you and you look up to the twins, while Grayson still holds your arms. You wipe the tears from your cheeks and sniff. ‘Me and Logan broke up this evening. He thought I was cheating on him.’ You see Graysons jaw clenching and Ethans eyebrows frowning. ‘Come in. I want to hear what happened in detail,’ Grayson says and he puts an arm around you. Together you walk to the kitchen while Ethan grabs you a drink.

After you had told the twins the whole story, you could see that they were angry. But not just angry, they were really mad. With bald fists Grayson stands up. ‘I wanna talk to him.’ You stand up too. ‘Grayson, no. That will only make things worse.’ Ethan stands up and goes into the hall to grab his and Graysons jacket. ‘I’ll come too.’ ‘No E, I’m going alone. I don’t want him to be intimidated by the two of us.’ Ethan sighs and nod. ‘Okay.’ You walk behind them, trying to stop Grayson, but he already has his jacket on an his car keys in his hand.

‘Gray, no. I don’t want you to get in a fight. He’ll hurt you.’  Grayson laughs. ‘He won’t. And I’m just going to talk to him, don’t worry. There are just a few things I want to say. I promise,’ he adds when you look at him with an unconvinced look. ‘Okay, then. But I’ll come with you, to make sure you don’t do anything stupid.’ Grayson chuckles while he holds the door open for you.

While you ring the doorbell you look next to you, up to Grayson. He has a confident look on his face, like he exactly knows what he’s going to say. His muscles are tense. You wonder how Logan will react when he sees Grayson. Probably not happy. When he opens the door his eyes flicker from you to him with a confused look. ‘What the-’ But before he knows what’s going on, he gets slammed in the face by Graysons big hand.  ‘Here’s for hurting the most sweetest girl I know,’ he says with a low voice.

‘What the fuck, man!’ Logan says with a hand pressed to his cheek. ‘Gray!’ you cry out, but Logan had already recovered and he tries to hit Grayson in the nuts. But Grayson is faster – and stronger – and he grabs his wrist. But Logan is smart. With his other hand he hits Grayson in the face, causing Grayson to get a nose bleed.  ‘Guys, stop!’ you say in despair, but no one listens. They start fighting and before you know it, Logan – but Grayson too – is covered in bruises. You hear a cracking noise.

‘Please, stop! You’re hurting each other!’ you say, trying to grab their arms. Finally they let go of each other. The room now is filled with panting, Grayson and Logans forehead shiny from sweating. ‘Get the fuck out of my house,’ Logan hisses, while he looks with dark eyes at Grayson. ‘Gladly,’ Grayson answers. ‘And this is the last time you’ll ever see her. You don’t deserve a girl like Y/N.’ He grabs you by your hand and with big steps he walks to the door.

‘Gray, what the hell,’ you say accusingly. He is sitting on his bed while you walk through his bedroom. After the fight you decided to go his house. Ethan wasn’t home, he had gone out with a friend. ‘You say you just wanted to TALK,’ you say while you look at him. He looks at you with puppy eyes, and you know that you couldn’t stay mad at him. ‘Oh shoot,’ you say when you notice that his nose had started bleeding again. ‘What?’ Grayson asks confused. ‘Wait here,’ you demand while you rush to the bathroom. You hold a wash cloth under the water tap and when it’s wet enough, you grab a clean towel out one of the drawers.

You walk back to Graysons bedroom, where he is still sitting on the bed. You kneel down in front of him and hold the wash cloth against his nose. With frowned eyebrows you stroke your fingers over his forehead, where a red bruise had appeared. You notice Grayson staring at you, and you look him in the eyes. ‘I’m sorry…’ Grayson whispers. ‘I just wanted to protect you. And sometimes I overreact. Don’t me mad at me.’ ‘Sshh…’ you hush him, while you move the wash cloth to his forehead, gently stroking against his skin. ‘I understand. It’s okay. Thank you for standing up for me.’ ‘You deserve so much better than him, you should know that. Gosh, he is such a douchebag. I can’t understand that you would date him,’ Grayson says. You chuckle, and you feel yourself relax a little since the whole thing that had happened today. ‘Well, I don’t know it myself, to be honest.’

It is quiet for a moment, and your eyes flicker to Graysons face. He’s biting his lip, eyes wide. ‘You’re so beautiful, Y/N,’ he whispers, while he slowly takes your hand that is holding the wash cloth. Your breath sticks in your throat, you can’t speak a word. You’re totally lost in Graysons eyes, which are filled with lust. Slowly he pulls you closer, so close that you can almost feel his husky breath on your lips. He licks his lips and you know what he was going to do, but you didn’t even mind.

You close your eyes while he puts his warm, soft lips on yours and opens them with his tongue. Willingly you let him kiss you. He cups your face with his hands while you moan quietly in pleasure. After a few seconds he pulls back, a little out of breath. ‘I-I’m sorry. I didn’t know what happened to me. I just-‘ He stuttered, but you place a finger on his lips. ‘It’s okay… I actually enjoyed that,’ you giggle. ‘Well, in that case…’ He smirks and leans in for another kiss.

Kissing Preferences- X-Men

Originally posted by skylerlockerbie

Request: Hiii can u do a kissing preference with the x-men guys? I loved the Meet me in my room series btw❤️

Erik Lehnsherr

Originally posted by lemieemozioni

Because of his past Erik always needs to know that you are fine. He is not a real fan of PDA, but he likes to show the others you’re his. Erik loves fresh kissing, which he normally only does in private. His kisses are always passionate and can get a bit rougher. Especially during sex his kisses are rough, steamy and needy, but he always tries to make you be as comfortable as possible. Erik kisses you pretty often just to make sure you know he loves you and will always be there for you. He wants to make sure every single kiss is memorable

Charles Xavier

Originally posted by ourmagiclovestory

Charles tries to spend as much time with you as possible, but his passion for his job sometimes limits the time you two share together. Whenever Charles can he is with you. He really likes PDA, not in the way of making out in front of other, but with more subtle things, such as holding hands and little kisses on your cheek or forehead. In private he loves to kiss you as long as possible. His kiss are always passionate and you can feel his love towards you with every kiss you share. In bed Charles’ kisses are still passionate but amore demanding and lustful as usually. He loves to kiss you to show that he is thankful for having you, especially since he sits in his wheelchair. If he has no time to be with you he uses his power to let you see some things…

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That Tortured Soul On The Drivers Side|| old man logan

Originally posted by cinelander

So… the first time I had this nearly finished, my computer decided to crash. Let’s go.. Round 2!

Jist of prompt: You are in no need of a chauffeur, but that doesn’t stop you from calling on Logans services. Over time, you find yourself falling for the man on the drivers side and slowly manage to break past his defenses. When he comes to you looking for help with Laura, you find yourself unable to keep your secret anymore. 

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**Logan Spoilers**

Everything about this movie broke my heart, but you know one scene that destroyed me? Right after “Logan” stabbed Charles in the chest and the real Logan came upstairs to get him. I mean the whole scene itself was heartbreaking, but what really got to me was what Logan said to him as he picked him up.

“It wasn’t me.”

He wasn’t cursing, saying “shit shit shit!” like we all were in the audience, or saying “you’ll be okay, you’ll be okay.” No he just said “It wasn’t me.” Cause Logan isn’t stupid. Taking one look at Charles and his condition, it was obvious there was no real saving him. So what does Logan do? What can he do? The way I took it, in Charles last moments of being alive and being with him, he needed to assure him that he wouldn’t do that. He’d never do that. Cause as much as they fought and fought, Logan loves Charles and he needed him to know. To me it was Logans way of saying just that.

This movie seriously broke my heart but I think all movies that do that, are damn good ones. If you haven’t seen Logan, I high recommend doing so. It is very sad but I don’t think we should shy away from sad things. We should embrace them, cause there’s beauty in sorrow.
And this ones a masterpiece.

Set in an undisclosed location near the Mexican-USA border for the first hour or so of the film, Logan seemingly had some high expectations to fill. Logan follows the future events of the title character also known as James Howlett and the Wolverine in the distant year of 2029. Logan is one of the last known mutants alive, the rest being taken out by a mixture of a genetically engineered virus and murder. He is shown to have been taking care of an ailing Charles Xavier with the assistance of another mutant know as Caliban.

This Logan’s life isn’t too different from the one we have all grown accustomed too; a heavily muscled Hugh Jackman who drank alcohol to self medicate. This Logan, however, is being shown to have a decelerated (per his normal) healing rate, along with other neurological problems. This Logan knows that he is dying, poisoned by the metal that had been infused to his bones so long ago.

The first Latinx characters on the screen were shown as violent, waking a passed out Logan. They were trying to steal the wheels off the limo that Logan used as his financial means. They were shown to have struck first, and then murdered in multiple, gruesome ways. This display did not exactly instill a hopeful feeling inside of me. 

As the movie progressed, my worries both mounted and withdrew. The arrival of the always amazing Elizabeth Rodriguez quelled some of them. She presented the young character we know as Laura Kinney, introducing her as her daughter. 

The truth was not far off. Laura Kinney was a product of both Logan and an unnamed, unidentified Mexican woman. Rodriguez’s character, Gabriella, described the process of young Mexican girls who were used as wombs for these genetically altered children who disappeared after birth, never seen again. 

Gabriella spoke of the United State’s intervention at the hospital in which she worked as a nurse. She spoke of how they were to raise these mutant children as child soldiers. I had heard the same story from my Father when he spoke of his time fighting in the Nicaraguan Civil War. Children raised without names, treated as inhuman and used as weapons. 

Gabriella described how the Mexican nurses were thought of as dumb, and when they were told to kill the children after a better weapon was manufactured, how they all risked their lives to save those kids and give them a chance of survival. This sacrifice ultimately led to Gabriella’s demise. 

When asked about the casting of Laura, director James Mangold stated he wanted,  “someone who was bilingual because I wanted a Latina kid – one who was between 10 and 12, and was a credible child.“ 

Mangold certainly got a bilingual, talented child. Dafne Keen’s portrayal of a young Laura Kinney was a thing of beauty. I found myself wanting to lay my life down for this child. 

The one thing she was not, however, was a Latina. Dafne Keen is the 11 year old (at the time of filming, even though her date of birth has never been confirmed) daughter of British actor, Will Keen, and Spanish actress, Maria Fernandez Ache. 

Most people agree that Latin America encompenses every country from Mexico to the bottom of South America, along with the countries in the Caribbean. Latin America has had a long history of destabilization within its own nations, along with violence and high mortality rates. Most of these things can be directly linked to the United State’s involvement and the colonization that natives have faced from European countries. 

With this knowledge, along with the knowledge that the factors of Laura’s birth (a young mother who may or may not have consented to a pregnancy, that young mother implied to have been murdered, the creation of child soldiers, the dehumanization of children of color), one needs to wonder why an English-Spanish actress was chosen as the main representation. 

The rest of Logan’s cast proved that there are absolutely no shortage of Latinx actors- from the half dozen Cholos that Logan murdered, to the Spanish speaking extras cast as police officers, to the other mutant children who were later revealed to be alive. One might also find it suspicious when the characters described as “cholos” were all dark skinned, and the ones dressed as cops and under the control of the United States government were light skinned. 

Whitewashing is whitewashing, no matter what language your actor may speak, and no matter what race/ethnicity they portray. Do not give Logan the gold star it does not deserve, not when it takes our pain and spits in our face. Also, however, do not be angry at the child who portrayed Laura- I am sure that this decision was out of her control.  

Logan, while well written and entirely engaging, still disappointed me in more ways than one. This is not representation for me, nor my family. This is not representation for all the young Latinas trying to find their place in the world. This is not us. \

[EDIT: I have been informed that Brazil is not at the bottom of South America as I have previously assumed. I apologize for any misconceptions which may have come from this; all of South America is part of Latin America.]

Damaged (Wolverine x reader)

This is my first attempt at writing something, so please leave feedback!

text between —- and written in italic is a flashback!  


IMPORTANT! – This story is set in the time after Apocalypse and the grumpy old coot known as James Howlett is alive and kicking in this setting. I wanted to use the younger versions of the X-men, because they are the bomb dot com. PLUS: ALEX and SEAN (BANSHEE) DIDN’T DIE! I’m sorry, but my smol beans weren’t supposed to die and I won’t stand for it. 


That’s all you were doing. Running as far from the problems you had.

From the tragedies you had caused.

From the pleading voices in your head.

You weren’t going anywhere specific, just somewhere that was far enough from the place you just were. After 45 minutes of sprinting with your (Y/H/L) (Y/H/C) hair whipping around, you sank down beside a tree in the thick forest. It was then that you let the tears fall. At first, you could only squeeze out a few, but within a few seconds you were letting the waterworks flow. You couldn’t help thinking about what had just happened.

How two men had entered your house.

How they demanded that you show your powers.

How when you couldn’t, they cuffed you to a chair and made you watch them torture your parents.

How your parents pleaded that you do something.

How you wished you could.

How your powers once again kicked in front of your parents eyes and how the men killed them with one swift pull of the trigger.

How your parents looked at you in their last moments.

With fear, but also with love. Lots of love. 


Warily looking around, you sprinted downstairs into the kitchen. It was way past midnight and you had to be quiet. God knows who might be able to hear you here, especially Banshee with his supersonic hearing. Tiptoeing towards the pantry, you grabbed a packet of instant noodles, went to the kettle and filled it with cold water. You didn’t have to fear anyone hearing you or the kettle, as you could warm the water up yourself. Your mutation was pyrokenisis, which meant you could control fire and warmth. In this case, you could warm up the God-sent food called instant noodles.

You sighed and wondered why you didn’t just hang out or in this case eat with the others when they did. You reassured yourself that it must be because you had social anxiety, something you’ve had your whole life. You didn’t really like to hang out with others. You wanted to hide your past. Your experiences were something that had made you stronger, but distant from others. When Charles Xavier came to ask you to join his school, you didn’t even come out of your room for the first two weeks, until the exasperated professor forced you to.

Once your noodles were heated, you went back to your room and starting digging into the deliciousness. You thought about the lessons you attended. You were 23 already, so you didn’t have to follow any lessons, but you just did, to spike your knowledge. After all, you were running since you were 15.

At last, your thoughts landed on one specific lesson, or maybe one specific professor.

Logan Howlett.

The Wolverine.

Whilst the other teachers treated you the same as the other students, Logan saw through you and knew that you were having difficulties settling in. Maybe it was because he was very good at observing. Or maybe because you always fidgeted in every single class, barely uttered a word unless forced and didn’t even glance at the others.

After every lesson of history, Logan took you aside and made you talk. He was the only one you talked to. Who you had told about some of your past. The professor knew about what you had gone through, but you hadn’t told him. He had poked into your mind, with your permission of course.

With Logan, you felt a connection. And slowly, you grew fond of him and liked him even more.

Until those feelings blossomed into something else.

No, you thought.

You couldn’t let anyone get near you. You couldn’t let yourself love him. You had destroyed everyone you loved. You thought about your parents and Jason.

Oh Jason.

How you had fallen for him.

And how you had ruined him.


It was another day in the blistering summer heat. You were sitting in the grass near the canyon that lay behind a thick forest near the town. The heat didn’t bother you for some odd reason. You were going to meet Jason there. You two had been best friends for years, but recently you began developing feelings for him. You told him to meet you here so you could tell him. Who knows, maybe he felt the same way.

“Guess who (Y/N).“ You giggled as you felt Jason’s hands cover your eyes and decided to tease him a bit. “Is it ….. The Joker?” You answered, barely supressing the giggles. Jason laughed as he sat down beside you. That’s when you started sweating bullets.

“‘So, (Y/N). What did you want to tell me?” Jason looked at you with all seriousness.

Damn him.

Damn those gorgeous golden locks.

Damn those luscious pink lips, just waiting to be kissed.

“Um.. I, I think that I’m in love with you Jason. I hope this doesn’t ruin our friendship in any way.” You blurted out loud. Jason stared at you incredulously. “Wha- what did you just say?” You saw a tiny smile creeping its way onto his lips.

You glared and told him not to make you repeat what you had just said. It was obviously difficult enough telling him once. Jason smiled fully now. He has the cutest dimples ever, you thought.

“That, that’s great (Y/N), because I’m in love with you too.”

Now it was your turn to look at him in disbelief, until you saw him turning his head slightly. He slowly leant in for a kiss. You placed a hand on his cheek and pressed your (Y/L/C) lips on his. This was better than any first kiss you could imagine. Your mind was focussed on one thing: Jason.

And that’s when your happy ending was ruined. Like you had screwed fate over a million times and this was payback.

You watched in horror as Jason’s body caught on fire.

You screamed till you could scream no more. Yet no one heard a thing, because the screaming was inside of your head.

You then knew that you were different and distanced yourself from everyone and vowed to never get close to someone again.

The authorities only found his charred and beyond unrecognisable body dangling off the cliff.

You were 12 then.


Logan looked around the classroom, waiting for someone to raise their hand. He had asked a difficult question about what the world would look like if World War I and II hadn’t happened. Hearing about these wars always hurt him a little, as he was very much alive during them. He noticed that no one was raising their hand. To be honest, it looked more like they were avoiding his gaze for some odd reason. He glanced at you and his irritated demeanour melted a little. He always had a soft spot for you and was completely unaware of the feelings you had for him.

He was looking forward to talking to you after the lesson. You had been a little distant from everyone for the past few days, if that was even possible. The lesson ended abruptly and Logan sat down at his desk. He thought you would come up to talk to him, but no. You were one of the first one’s gone from the classroom. Logan nearly growled in frustration, grabbed his books and went to find you. But to no avail, as unsurprisingly, you were nowhere to be seen. He slunk back to his classroom and replayed all the memories he had of you, all of which lead to one specific memory: the day he met you.


Logan walked through the corridors until he stopped in front of the professor’s office, wanting to ask him something important. He heard the professor speaking in a low tone. That’s when Logan heard another voice replying. One he hadn’t ever heard before. Logan furrowed his brows. This, this voice. It was so beautiful and soothing. It was like he was addicted to hearing it because the next ten minutes were spent listening to you talk to the professor.

He was about to edge away when he heard a chair scraping. Well, now he had to see who the owner was of this voice. The door opened and Logan backed away a little. He didn’t want to seem like a stalker or anything. Professor X came wheeling his chair though the door and raised one brow when he saw Logan.

But The Wolverine didn’t notice him.
He only looked at you, the shy girl, standing behind the professor.
He watched your beautiful (Y/E/C) fixated on something on the ceiling.
He noticed that your (Y/H/C) hair was falling in strands in front of your face.
His gaze was fixated on you. His eyes never left until a minute later, when the professor coughed awkwardly. That was when you saw Logan for the first time. You averted your gaze from Logan and told the professor you were going to go to your new room. With that, you ran off.

Charles turned to Logan and smirked.
“Her name is (Y/N). She’s new here and has been on the run for around six years now.”
The professor said this sadly and with that he wheeled away.
Logan’s facial expression went from dreamlike to understanding. He knew the feeling of how it was to be on the run. The feeling of being scared and alone.
Logan never got to ask the professor his question.


It had been a week since you walked out of Logan’s lesson without talking to him. Since then, you had only attended training and only exchanged a few short words with Charles, but nothing else. And now, you, against your will, were sitting at a table at one of Charles’ fundraising parties, watching people dance. You put on a smile and made very small talk with people who started to talk to you.
It wasn’t like the party wasn’t any fun. Well, it wasn’t any fun to you, but still. This just wasn’t your scene. You wanted to get back to your room.

At that moment a slow song started playing and you nearly laughed when you saw Beast trip-trapping on Raven’s feet and Peter getting all worked up and causing mischief because everything was oh so slow. At that moment, a tired Alex Summers sat down next to you. Just great, you thought. Now it was impossible to slip away without seeming rude.

“Hey, you’re (Y/N) right?” You nodded at Alex and forced your lips into a smile. Oh dear god, why did social anxiety have to happen to you. Alex asked a few more short questions and you answered quickly and politely. To your inner glee, Alex muttered something about getting a drink and walked away. Now was your chance. You could get back to endlessly reading books.

But that’s when you saw it.
Logan, a few feet away.
With Ava, a human who was working with Hank for a few weeks.
Their bodies too close in your opinion.

Jealousy flared up in you. You felt like you couldn’t breathe. Of course he liked her. She was beautiful, smart and not a danger to anyone. She was all the things you weren’t. Tears crept up in your eyes, but you blinked them away. You only stared at Ava with hatred.

That is, until her dress caught fire.

You reeled back, surprised by what you had done. You watched as someone extinguished the fire from her dress. Thankfully, the fire hadn’t hurt her in any way, except for her ego, which was severely burnt from the looks of it.

“You!” Ava came storming up to you and slapped you across the face.
You flinched and brought a hand up to your cheek, which was throbbing with pain. You saw everyone turn to look at the sudden commotion. Just great, you thought. More unwanted attention.

Of course Ava came up to you and slapped you. You were the only one in the mansion (except for one of the students, who wasn’t present) who was pyrokinetic, so it was no surprise that you caused Ava’s dress to go up in flames.

“Why do you have to ruin everything? What have I ever done to you?”

You stood up and started edging back as Ava came closer. A tear escaped your eye and she laughed. “You are so weak, aren’t you? Crying like a pathetic baby. And why are you so mean? Look at what you did to me yesterday in the lab. I was just working peacefully and you had to come and shoot fire at me!”

You watched as Ava rolled up her sleeve to show a burn. A very big burn. She waved it around so everyone could see.

“I didn’t do that!” You spat in Ava’s face. At that moment, you also chanced a glance at Logan, but all you saw was disappointment in his eyes and he looked away.

It was a quick glance, but Ava saw.

“Of course you did, and now I know why, you little minx. You love Logan don’t you?” At this, Logan’s head snapped up, wanting to believe what Ava just said. The last part at least. “You just couldn’t bear to see him dancing with me. You were jealous. Well, he won’t ever love you, now that he’s seen what kind of monster you are.”

Tears were now falling freely from your eyes and you ran out of the room, bumping into Hank on the way, who you didn’t see because your vision was blurred. You ran straight to your room as Hank walked into quite a quiet and suspenseful room.

“Hank,” the professor started, “did something strange or unusual happen yesterday in the lab? You were there all day after all.” Charles Xavier didn’t believe a thing of what Ava said. He knew you and that you wouldn’t do anything to hurt someone intentionally.

Hank thought for a minute. “Oh yeah, now I remember it, Ava burnt her arm with some chemicals that she spilt. Quite a big burn, I must add. Why? Is something up?” Hank looked around, a little confused.

The professor sighed and looked at Ava with disgust. He told her to pack her bags and leave the very next day. Charles Xavier wasn’t going to have someone in the mansion that made people think badly about someone else, especially someone who had suffered so much like you had. He did smile, of course, when he saw a discreet Logan running out of the room. The professor knew then that you would be alright, in time.

You were in your room, packing a small duffle bag. You couldn’t stay here any longer. There was no one left that liked you. They all hated you for hurting Ava. You packed the last of your stuff when you heard running on the stairs. You nearly jumped out of your skin and ran to your window. Looking down, you saw that there was an 8 meter gap between you and the ground.
You heaved the window open and just as you stood on the sill, the door slammed open. You saw Logan look around for a split second before resting his eyes on you. He started to slowly walk towards you, one tiny step at a time.

“You don’t have to do this (Y/N). You don’t have to run away.” You scoffed at what he said.
“I have to go Logan. Everyone hates me and I’ll never compare to Ava. She’s amazing and I’m nothing. Everyone will believe her story no matter what I say. Even you believed her. ” You pointed out the last part quite accusingly. Logan hung his head in shame. He shouldn’t have ever doubted you but he did. He beat himself up inside for ever thinking that you would hurt someone. For the first time maybe, he felt tears threatening to spill from his eyes.

“We know that Ava was lying, (Y/N). Hank told us the truth about what happened a few minutes after you left. Everyone knows that you didn’t do anything. Just please, don’t go.”

You looked at Logan sadly. A part of you wanted to stay, but you knew that no one would ever like you after what had happened just 15 minutes ago. You were about to jump out of the window when you heard Logan utter six words. One of them was your name. And three of them were words which you thought you would never hear. Those three words gave you hope and made fireworks explode in your stomach.

“Please stay (Y/N), I love you.” Logan repeated, his voice was thicker than usual and it was quite obvious he was holding back the tears. Your heart ached for him and you then and there what you had chosen to do.

You turned to face Logan. He looked at you with the saddest expression you had ever seen on him. Your lip was trembling, tears were rolling down your cheeks and you muttered a small sorry, before………….

Rushing over to Logan and kissing him full on the lips. He hesitated for a moment before kissing back. You felt the butterflies fluttering in your stomach. You kept kissing until you had to breathe. Logan smiled at you fondly and pulled you into a hug and held you tight as if you were his life-line. Funnily enough, he was yours.


It had been two months since the Ava-incident. No one ever mentioned her name again and slowly, but surely, with Logan’s help, you started to open up to people around you. And you were glad you did, because you never thought that you would become best friends with Raven and Jean.
Or help Peter in his shenanigans and cause the whole mansion to be after you two, while you both laughed your asses off.
Or have wicked parties with Ororo, Alex, Scott, Sean and everyone else.
Or even join the team of X-men and help Charles Xavier protect mutants and help others.
You were grateful, because all these people had brought you out of your shell in one way or another. Hank developed a special pill which made it much, much easier for you to control your powers.
But you were at your happiest when you were with Logan. He was there for you when you had your ups and downs. You let him in and he was ever so glad you did. He hadn’t known about the Jason incident before. You told him a week after Ava left and honestly, you expected him to break off the relationship, but no. He held you close and promised that you would never hurt him. You had smiled at him and knew then and there that you would be alright, in time, just like Charles Xavier had predicted.

Who You've Become

Summary: How Charles got his plants in Logan.

“Logan, he needs a hobby. He may be senile but—“

“Don’t you ever call him that. That’s the Professor you’re talking about. He has one of the strongest minds in the world.”

“That might have been, once. But now? You can’t possibly believe that he’s anything but half mad anymore. Even when he takes his pills, he’s half mad and only a quarter coherent. Maybe you don’t notice, but I can’t help but to. I spend most of the day with him, Logan.”

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That’s What I Like- Logan Imagine- SMUT

The sound of keys scraping along the inside of a lock snapped you out of your trance. Slowly, the door to your condo swung open, the clashing of keys on a ceramic dish filling the hallway. You looked once more in the wide mirror, dabbing at the makeup on the corner of your eye.

“Doll? I’m home!” A low, but familiar, voice called out once the door had clicked shut. His voice was like silk running through your fingers. Just the sound of it was making your knees tremble. Logan was finally home after a month away on business. More often than not, he was off looking for new acquisitions or schmoozing billionaire CEOs. You frequently wished he could be home more, that you could make dinners together, that you could have more than two weeks on/one month off. But he worked hard for himself and for you. He always told you that he never wanted you to want anything, that he would be able to give you all that you could ever need, but all that your heart desired was his company and waking up every morning to his perfect smile.

“Hi babe! I’ll just be one second! Will you just sit in that grey chair?” you called back, fiddling with the top of the stocking wrapped around your thigh. In the other room, his brow furrowed as he sat down his bags, taking a seat on the chair in question. He pulled out his phone and began scrolling.

“You’re really gonna make me wait to see you?” he teased, firing off a quick response to an email. You took one last deep breath, shaking out the last of your nerves as you hit play on your phone, letting the sound carry over the home stereo system. Logan looked up from the glowing screen, his eyes darting all over the room. “What’s going on?”

I got a condo in Manhattan

“Hey! We have one of those too!” he joked, looking down the hallway, eager to finally see you. You began walking to him, the dim hallway finally giving way to the light of the living room. The moment his dark eyes took you in, his phone fell through his fingers, hitting the hardwood floor with a thud. You were strutting towards him in the sheerest, shortest black chemise with nothing on underneath, save for the matching stocking and black heels. “Fuck, baby…” he trailed off as you finally stood in front of him.

“I missed you, Logan,” you smiled, picking up his hand and intertwined your fingers with his, “so I just wanted to welcome you home.” You kept your hand in his, letting your hips sway to the beat. A devious smile was plastered on Logan’s face as he watched you drop your hips to the floor near his feet.

Go pop it for a pimp, pop-pop it for me
Turn around and drop it for a pimp, drop-drop it for me

As you stood up, you spun your back to him, slowly lowering yourself on his lap. Your hips began to grind into his in time with the music. All you could hear though was your racing heartbeat and his heavy breathing. Logan reached forward and ran his hands up the top of your thighs, his breath hot on your neck. You smiled as you swung your legs around to straddle him, grinding into him once more. His dark eyes poured into you, something devious dancing just behind his stare. The room had become just the two of you, your bodies finally after a month coming together.

Logan rested his hands on the swell of your ass, greedily grabbing handfuls as you worked yourself over the growing hardness in his dress pants. “I uh…I don’t think you really need this anymore,” he said, pulling up the mesh fabric covering your body. You giggled and helped him hoist the poor excuse for a dress off your body. “Much better,” he grinned, letting his fingers graze down the length of your torso, sending goosebumps shooting over your skin.

You deserve it baby, you deserve it all
And I’m gonna give it to you

“This is quite the way to come home, doll,” Logan mused, his eyes glued to your chest as you continued to dance on him. You wrapped the ends of his dark hair between your fingers, pulling his face up to yours. Logan made the first move and crashed his lips into yours, hungry for the contact he had been missing for the last month. His tongue passed over your bottom lip, begging for permission to enter, which you readily granted. Logan pulled your naked body even closer, the tips of his fingers digging into your soft flesh. “I need your sweet pussy babe,” he whispered in your ear, his teeth tugging gently on your earlobe.

“It’s all yours,” you breathed out before his hand was between your legs, making you gasp. There was already a pooling wetness when he moved his fingers along your folds- this made him smile even wider, his perfect teeth beaming. 

“So ready for me already, huh?” He popped his index finger in his mouth, cleaning off your juices. You missed the way he smirked and the way he was always so cocky about whatever was coming out of his mouth. A lot of people you encountered found it off-putting, but something about it had turned you on since the day you met.

Now tell me who’s the fairest
Is it you? Is it me? Say it’s us and I’ll agree, baby

He stood up from under you, walking you back to the arm of couch off to your left. You made quick work of his belt and pants, letting them heap in a pile on top of his already dropped phone. Leaning down, you went to remove your heels and stockings when you felt his hand wrap around your wrist, pulling you up against his now naked body. “Leave them on,” he commanded, placing another kiss on your lips. “Now turn around, doll.”

You spun around so your stomach was pressed against the arm of the couch. Logan gently pushed between your shoulder blades, silently asking you to bend over. You folded in half letting your hands grip the cushion below. He ran his large hands over your sides, lifting them a little as he came to your waist. You felt them again as he lowered them hard against your ass, making you jolt forward.

Sex by the fire at night
Silk sheets and diamonds all white

“You think you can just tease me with no consequences?” Another smack was ringing on your skin, the flesh becoming tender. There was a clear smile in his voice as he looked at the red handprints he was leaving behind. He brought down one more hard slap, a small yelp falling from your lips as he made contact. That was enough to send him into overdrive. He lined himself up at your entrance, slowly sliding himself inside you. A long hiss came from him until he was completely covered by you, taking a moment to rejoice in the feeling he had missed for so long. You gasped as he filled you, his cock already hitting your sweet spot from this angle.

Logan pulled your hair together, yanking gently to arch your back. He continued to thrust in and out of you, both of you panting with each stroke. “Goddamn, you feel so fucking good baby,” he praised as his pace quickened. You tried your hardest to reply to him, but everything kept getting caught in your throat. Every time he entered you, it took the breath right out of your lungs. He was buried so deep inside you, you could think of nothing besides how much you missed the way that he felt.

If you want it, girl, come and get it
All this is here for you

His pace picked up once again, a sure sign that his climax was fast on its way. A few more thrusts and he was coming undone from behind you. He lazily moved in and out, letting the last of his seed spill into you as he steadied himself, gripping your waist. You stood up, your legs wobbling a little as you tried to turn to face him. But Logan was quick to scoop you into his arms, saving you from an imminent fall. He smiled down at you, placing a long kiss on your forehead.

 “Oh, I missed you, my sweet girl,” he grinned.

“I missed you more,” you teased. He rolled his eyes and walked you back to the bedroom. 

“Don’t start that shit with me. We both know that’s not true.”

“Prove it,” you challenged, still wrapped in his arms.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish, doll,” he warned, kicking your bedroom door shut behind you.

Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like