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HE LOOKS SO HOT HERE HELP STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT OMG PLEASEEE I just KNOW he smells SOOO good

THE BEARD, THE VEINS, THE NIPPLESSS AHHHHHHH YOUR CLOTHES LOOK UGLY TAKE THEM AWWWWWF😩😩😩

Guys remember gender is what you identify as and sex is WHAT I WILL BE HAVING WITH HUGH JACKMAN TONIGHTTT stay informed✌🏻 how can someone be this hot pls give me your babies, someone let him know I can take it

[fungateshortcakes]

One more minute...

A few days ago, my little baby died. She was 14, but still way too young. 5,121 days with her were too short. The picture above is actually her and I miss her so, so much. I thought I'd write this piece to honor her

Pairing: Old man! Logan x reader

Summary: If love could have saved you, you would have lived forever ♡

Wordcount: 1.4k

Warnings/tags: pet loss, health issues, description of euthanization, cat death, grief, crying, burying a pet, english is not my first languange, !!not proof read!!

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You had to make the call, watching your little fur baby loaf on the carpet next to you. You thought you had more time. You thought her health wouldn’t decline as fast as it did.

She stopped eating, stopped drinking, stopped meowing at everything you said. She tried to jump out the window like usual, but fell back down without a sound. She couldn’t even walk up the stairs anymore, Logan and you had to carry her.

Kitty was always a loud cat. Proud, sassy in the way she meowed and yelled at you that made you laugh every day. But now she was silent, as if waiting for it all to end.

Logan didn’t say anything when you told him it was time. He just nodded once, his brows furrowing, like it was already killing him too, and grabbed the keys.

No crate, she always hated that little transport box. No, it was just you and her, curled up on your lap in the front seat, like she deserved. The ride was quiet, no constant meowing that reminded you how distressed your cat was everytime you made your way to the vet. It was eerily silent in the car, a silence you never knew with her.

You stroked her little head that watched the trees drive by with trembling fingers, whispering how much you loved her, how good she was, how she could rest now. That she didn’t have to hurt anymore.

Logans hand never left the gearstick. His jaw was set tight, but at one red light, you looked over and saw it. One stray tear making its way down his scarred cheek, catching in the salt and pepper of his beard.

You held her through it all. When the vet searched for a vein, when the needle was placed for the anesthesia, when she fell asleep in your arms and took her final breath shortly after. When you felt like throwing up, Logan held you, grounding you as you hugged the limb body of your cat thight to your chest.

He didn’t speak once on the drive back from the vet, he didn’t need to. No word he would utter would ease the pain, no matter how many 'its going to be alright's you were gonna hear, nothing would reverse what just happened.

You were sobbing in the passenger seat, holding onto the cardboard box in which she was resting peacefully, your tears dropping in silent pitter-patter on the material.

When your shared house came into view, your legs gave out on the front step. That’s when Logan caught you an the box. He gently laid the box on the windowsill, as if the contents were made out of glass, before wrapping his arms around your shoulders, your face buried in his broad, warm chest. You were wailing, not holding back how you choked on your tears, no breath between sobs and he didn’t flinch. He just held you, tighter than he ever had, one hand on the back of your head like he was trying to shield you from a world that wouldn’t stop taking.

“Shes gone” you rasped out “She was my baby. I want her back. Please, I want my baby back” you whimpered, fat, hot tears rolling down your cheeks while he held you, slightly swaying you back and forth.

He didn’t say 'I know', he didn’t say 'shes in a better place'. He just said, low and rough and with a cracked voice "Shhh, let it all out, sweetheart”

And for a long time, that’s all there was.

The next morning, after waking up from a restless slumber, you found him outside.

He had rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, dirt on his hands while they wrapped around the handle of an old shovel. His eyes were rimmed red, but he tried to hide it.

As you stepped outside to meet him, bringing him a cup of coffee, he straightened back up to wipe the sweat off his brow. He had dug a hole, under her bush. The one she always napped under in summer. Even now when her back hurt, even when she could barely walk.

You stood there, arms crossed over your chest like if you let them drop, you would break down all over again. "Logan" you croaked, your voice hoarse from crying.

Logan didn’t turn when he heard your voice. He rammned the shovel into the ground, slightly leaning on it “Didn’t want her to get buried somewhere random. She deserves better than that.” he said, clearing his throat as if showing his care for your cat was gonna kill him.

You smiled a watery smile, stepping closer and laying a hand on his shoulder “I thought you didn’t care about her.”

He took the mug from you, taking a big sip. “Yeah. I thought that too.” He grumbled, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. You sat down in the grass beside the bush, where the morning sun hit just right, watching Logan open the little box she was in and laying her before you. He joined you then, resting his forearms on his knees.

For a long while, you two just sat there. Not speaking, not crying. Just leaning against each other while a soft breeze ruffled the green bush. And the silence she left behind as she laid there in her box as if she was only sleeping.

Logan then got up, gently lifted your cat out of the box and wrapped her stiff body up in her favourite blanket. “She liked that one” he said “Used to knead the hell outta it.” He continued, his voice breaking at the end. Barely. But you caught it.

He lowered her into the hole, softly supporting her little head. He let you place some flowers next to her, brushing over her fur one last time with blurry eyes, before sitting back and watching while Logan filled back the hole with dirt.

That night, you couldn’t sleep, much like the night before and many nights to come. You kept seeing her in the corner of your eyes, curled up at the foot of the bed, waiting outside on the windowsill, meowing loudly until you would let her in. It hit you in the heart everytime you instinctively looked to a place where she would normally be before you realised she wasn’t, and never would again.

You curled into a ball in your bed and cried until your voice gave out, wishing you could hold her just one more minute.

Logan got in beside you without a word, providing you with more tissues for your running nose.

He didn’t sleep either, he couldn't.

He just pulled you in close, your face pressed to the old wife beater he wore, against his chest, letting you hear his heartbeat. You felt his breath catch against your temple, then heard it - quiet and barely there. But it was a sob, a real one. His hand trembled as it smoothed down your back gently. As you felt his own tears hitting your skin, you pulled him tighter as well, knowing he needed just as much comfort, even though he wasn't letting it on.

“She was somethin’ else” he murmured hoarsely “Always bossin' me around when I didn't let her out fast enough. I can still hear her yelling at me”

You laughed into his chest, a broken, quiet sound, and he pressed his mouth to the top of your head, kissing you there softly. When your breath finally slowed, when your eyes couldn’t cry anymore, he was still holding you. Still whispering things under his breath.

“She was family” he said, slowly kissing your face. “She knew we loved her.” there it was. He admitted he loved her, it made you smile sleepiy. “She was safe. Right to the end.” he whispered as you finally fell asleep, the last thing you felt being his hands in your hair.

And even though the bed was still too big and too empty, you drifted off in his arms, wrapped in the warmth of someone who didn’t want a cat, but ended up burying his heart under that bush with her.

I love you, always.

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I haven't been active in a while even though there are so many fics I wanted to write! I'm so sorry, but this year really isn't my year. My health is at a constant low (im in the hospital again next week), two family members died as well as my cat, my mom was diagnosed with cancer, I could go on. But I am trying♡

See you in the next fic.

[fungateshortcakes]

I don’t even have any fucking words for this

Last night, netflix recommended me the movie 'Don’t Breath' and I was like OMG IS THAT HUGH JACKMAN?? Im a simple girl

Turns out its not, its Stephen Lang, BUT HOLY FUCK he looks SO much like old man Logan its insane. I didn't know Stephen Lang was this hot gang why did nobody tell me💔

and he has a BREEDING KINK??? is this heaven?

I know my blog is known mostly for Logan Howlett and other Hugh Jackman characters but damn I really want to write something for blind grandaddy. This is really bad I have so much stuff i wanna write and so little time help

[fungateshortcakes]

Guysguysguys F U C K he needs to KNOCK ME UPPP ASAP AHHHHHH

just watched Prisoners for the 1000th time and WHY, W H Y are there NO Keller Dover x Reader fics??? HELLOOOOOO the fuck, look at him LOOK AT HIM this movie and this character are so fucking underrated. If you haven't watched it yet, please do🙏🏻

He is just so miserable and angry and pathetic and desperate and grrrRR WOOF BARKBARKK im sorry

I really need to write something for him because it seems like no one has done it before. Probably no one is going to read it anyway but idc, I need it deep, raw, with eyecontact and in front of a fire place while I beg him to breed me I am ovulating if you couldn't already tell

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Omgomgomg he is so fucking hot even with that long hair PLEASE let me pull it

You guessed it, I just finished watching Van Helsing for the first time. I've been wanting to for ages but then netflix took it off their program so I couldn't watch it but today it came on live TV!

I literally want him so bad- THE SOUNDS HE MADE WHEN HE WAS INJURED?? The GROANING?? THE MOANING FOR FUCKS SAKE knot me

Do you think he has a knot?

Just spent the last hour on tumblr, reading everything about him that I could. @moonlight-prose babes you handsdown write the best smuts for him thank you for your service

I wanna write for him so badly, need him to breed me but I have enough open requests as it is😭 helpp

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MAIN MASTERLIST

Logan Howlett p☆rn links | Smut

Remember me | WeaponX x fem!Reader | Angst

Personal Attention ASMR | gn!Reader | Fluff

Crochet me a mistletoe | gn!Reader | Fluff

Kissy Missy | gn!Reader | Fluff

Jealous Much? | Dofp!Logan x fem!Reader | Fluff

Tummy Ache | Worst!Logan x fem!Reader | Fluff

Sleepy Birthday morning | fem!Reader | Fluff, Sugesstive

It was nice while it lasted | fem!Reader | Angst, Fluff

Pornstar Logan | fem!Reader | Smut

Pegging Logan | fem!Reader | Smut

Where is the beast now? | fem!Reader | Smut

Sub!Logan Headcanons pt.3 | Smut

Sub!Logan Headcanons pt.2 | Smut

Sub!Logan Headcanons pt.1 | Smut

Fight or Flight | The Wolverine x gn!Reader | Fluff

Beachy Bunny | chubby!fem!Reader | Fluff

Old man Logan p☆rn links | Smut

The best there is (according to Laura) | fem!Reader | Fluff

Munch Munch | gn!Reader | Fluff, Suggestive

Come as you are | chubby!fem!Reader | Fluff

Deadly Dinner | fem!Reader | Angst

Friendly Competition | fem!Reader | Smut

Simmering Need | fem!Reader | Smut

Horse Breeding pt.1 | fem!Reader | Suggestive

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Thought it was about time to make a masterlist! I hope its not too confusing and i will update it every time I write another fic, so either you hit follow or check this list every now and then!

This also made me realise I've never written an old man Logan smut, gotta do that soon

[fungateshortcakes]

Hello! This is like my first time giving a req and I just really really loved your writing about Oldman Logan! I really wanted to know Old Man logan x reader who has like a pet bunny? Ik it sounds stupid😭 but like I really wanted to see Oldman logan super annoyed with readers' Pet Bunny. Like he is super annoyed by the fact that reader gives attention to the stupid little furball instead of poor tired logan or the time reader takes her bunny to little trips to the beach with logan and he is again annoyed that ot was like supposed to be a lil date between him and reader and the bunny just like took all the attention away☹️ it can be fluff!

{And if you can! Can the reader be like a curvy one? Ik I'm sorry it might not be a part of the plot, but I really loved ur plus size! Reader x old man logan one🫶🏻}

Sorry if there are any mistakes! But I just love the way you write logan in general. Love ya'!!🩷🩷

Beachy Bunny

This is such a cute idea! Logan gives me these 'dad said he didn't want a dog but now he loves the dog more than anyone else' vibes. Give it time, he is gonna love that bunny

Pairing: Old man Logan x chubby! Fem!reader

Wordcount: 1.2k

Warnings/tags: fluff, short and sweet, jealousy, chubby reader, pets, arguments, making up, kissing, brief description of (somewhat) nudity, slightly suggestive, english is not my first language, !not proof read!

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Logan had been through a lot in his long, miserable life- wars, losing his loved ones, mutant extinction, his own body poisoning him, you name it. But somehow, none of those compared to the slow, agonizing torture of being second place to a damn rabbit.

He was talking about your pet rabbit. Before you two started dating, he knew you would bring your little furry friend with you if you two every decided to move together. But he hadn't expected to lose to a bunny that only slept and ate most of the day.

You sat on the couch as usual, giggling as your fluffy white bunny, Thumper, wiggled his pink nose up at you with his big, round eyes. Logan, slouched next to you, let out an exasperated sigh, rubbing his temples like he was dealing with a headache.

Thumper was allowed to free-roam in your apartment, going to places whenever he pleased. He had a cage you put him in for the night, but by day, and only if at least one of you were home, he was able to hop around the whole house. And Logan hated it. He occupied every space, following Logan to personally annoy him. That bunny had too many right in this flat, in his opinion. “You spoil it too much” Logan muttered, his voice gravelly.

“You spoil me too much” you shot back with a smile, not even looking up as you were busy scratching thumpers cute fluffy head “So, really, it’s only fair.”

Logan scoffed, shaking his head while crossing his arms over his chest “Difference is, you’re my girl. That thing’s just a freeloader.” he declared, staring down your rabbit with a nasty side eye.

You gasped dramatically “How dare you?” you shrieked, scooping up Thumper and holding him tightly to your chest protectively “He’s family!”

Logans teeth were grinding together. He was supposed to be pressed to your chest while you coddled and kissed him, not this thing.

“He’s an attention-sucking nuisance” Logan muttered, eyeing Thumper as he twitched his nose, his hanging ears flopping while he stared back, almost smugly, if you asked Logan

The real offense, though, happened at the beach.

Logan had planned this day just for you, well, mostly for you. He wasn't really a beach guy, but he figured seeing your gorgeous thick curves in that bikini, your soft tummy out and enjoying yourself, would make it all worth it. And hell, it had been worth it when you stepped out of the car, the soft fabric of the short sundress you wore over your bikini hugging every inch of your body in just the right way, your exposed skin glistening with a layer of sun screen. He had been this close to dragging you back into the car and forgetting the beach altogether.

But then, of course, you had to bring him.

Thumper.

In a little carrier. With a tiny sun hat. You even packed a little basket with fruits he could munch on. Logan had never felt so defeated. He had begged you to not take him, that Thumper would survive being in his cage for a few hours, but you insisted on taking him, talking about how he needs to get more fresh air.

Logan sat on large towel next to you, arms crossed, watching you build a tiny bunny-sized sandcastle next to the blanket, while Thumper laid comfortably in the shadows under the umbrella, looking pleased as ever, as if you were only his servant that did everything he asked.

You glanced up at Logan, your eyes squinting from the sun, and smiled. “Why do you look so grumpy?” you teased him, rubbing your hands that were full of sand off on your thick thighs.

“Because” Logan started with a huff, motioning at the relaxed rabbit that laid only a few inches away from his legs “this was supposed to be a date. You know, just us two, being romantic and shit" he complained, the edge in his voice making you tilt your head. You knew that Logan wasn't too fond of Thumper. But that's just how Logan was with new things in his life. He hadn't been fond of you at the start, too, always keeping you at arms length. But eventually, he caved, gave in to the feelings he haboured for you ever since his eyes fell on your dolled up form in that bar, a pretty thing for an old man like him, so you thought he would warm up to Thumper too. Slowly, you were losing that hope.

“This is romantic” you shot back, gesturing to the scenery around you two, the shining sun, the refreshing sea just a few feet away, the sound of the crashing waves and the cute little picnic basked you had packed for today. Logan rolled his eyes "Yeah, it would be romantic if this little shithead wasn't here, taking up all the space and attention" he grumbled out, expecting you to answer him, and you were about to, but then Thumper sat up and started to clean his face and floppy years and it was the cutest thing you have ever seen. You instantly started cooing, completely ignoring what Logan had said.

"See! That's what I mean! I am talking to you, he does something, and you don’t even care for what I was trying to say" Logan argued, clearly offended. He felt embarrassed to have such big feelings over a rabbit, especially in his old age, but he couldn't helo but be annoyed and more than a little pissed off

You quickly snapped out of your awe and looked at him apologetic, realising that he was right. "You're right, I'm sorry. I have been treating you a bit unfairly" you muttered, avoiding his sharp gaze.

"But please, don't blame him" you then pleaded, brushing your hand over Thumpers soft fur. "It’s not his fault, you know. It's mine. I shouldn’t put you last" you admitted and crawled closer to him and, shame on him, he had a good view of your cleavage then. Logan’s eyes followed the motion, his irritation fading slightly.

You supported yourself by placing your hand on his strong thigh, leaning up to give him a kiss. His thick salt and pepper beard tickled your lips and when you pulled back, his slight anger had melted away completely. "Don't tell Thumper, but you are still my favourite" you whispered teasingly, your heart hammering in your chest as your response got a small smirk out of him. "That's right, I better be, sweetheart" he muttered, one broad hand snaking around your naked waist, pulling you in for another short kiss. And another, maybe a third one wouldn’t hurt either.

You could have kissed him forever while the salty breeze brushed through your hair, but suddenly, Logan felt something nugde his leg. It was Thumper, who was desperate to claw his way onto his lap. Logan grunted, but the corner of his mouth twitched. “Next time, he stays home. I'm serious”

“Maybe” you said with a sly smile, knowing full well that Logan had already lost this battle.

He sighed, running a hand down his face. He was a tough, hardened man. He had survived everything. But when it came to you and your damn bunny, he never stood a chance.

But who knows, maybe one day Logan will realise that this little ball of fur was only half as bad as he thought he was.

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I hope this was like you imagined <3 I called the bunny thumper and gave him floppy ears because my pet bunny was also called thumper and had floppy ears. I wanted to include him in the fic as a little memorial, I hope that's okay

[fungateshortcakes]

I'm going to shamelessly reblog my own fic to promote it a little bit because I feel like its getting seriously over looked☹ I worked hard to make it as spicy, kinky and deprived as possible and I would be very happy if you guys could check it out, like, comment and reblog it <33

Maybe it's because it's a Sub!Logan fic, when I write them, they rarely pass the 100 interaction mark. It makes me a little sad because I know there are people out there who love Sub!Logan, but it's pretty discouraging when no one engages with it :/

your wade x Logan x reader was so good?!! Another part??

Simmering Need (NSFW)

THANK YOU ANON ♡♡♡ - so, this is my second take on a threesome smut with Wade and Logan. It's not necessarily a part two to this fic, tho it can be read as such. But it also works as a stand alone story.

Pairing: Worst!Logan x Reader x Wade Wilson

Summary: This was never supposed to happen ever again. He had surpressed these urges for so long, thought he had gotten rid of it- Logan Howlett, the Wolverine, was in heat

Wordcount: 4.8k

Warnings/tags: Sub!Logan, switch!Reader, switch!Wade, established relationship, threesome (M/M/F), oral sex (f! and m! recieving), pussy eating, blowjob, cum eating, cumshot, spitroasting, pegging, anal sex, penis in vagina sex, unprotected sex, creampies, breeding kink, squirting, dirty talk, praise kink, multiple orgasms, frotting, mommy kink, pet names, facials, english is not my first language, rushed ending, slight aftercare, !not proofread yet!

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When Logan woke up that day, he felt it. He turned onto his stomach with a whine, a sound that he usually wouldn’t make under any circumstances, and stopped dead in his tracks. No...no, this couldn't be! He hadn't felt like this in decades. He thought he had gotten rid of it once and for all...

Logans body felt simmering hot and sweaty, limbs heavy and his head buzzing. For any other person, based on these signs, they would think they were getting sick.

But Logan was no ordinary human. A mutant. And a feral one at that. But, like a cold, this was never a good sign.

He reached around to his butt, slipping his hand under the waistband of his boxers to feel the familiar slick from his eager hole, comfirming his suspicions. "Fuck" he groaned in frustration. And Need.

Logan Howlett, the Wolverine, was in heat. He hadn't been in heat since the 70s or so. He couldn't remember, he didn't want to remember. The last time he woke up from his sex-driven daze, his thighs were sticky with sperm and pussy juice all the way down to his knees and his jaw was sore. When he walked around the hotel room that wasn't his, he found polaroids scrattered around the floor along with shredded pieces of clothing. As he picked a few of the photos up, he could only stare in horror as he saw himself crying as he was fucked in the ass by a man while his head was buried in a pussy.

Another one showed his sexed-up face as two women sucked on his weeping cock. The next one he found was of him deepthroating a large black cock like a whore. It was attached to another picture that presented him getting a thick facial all across his face and hair, his eyes crossed and jaw slack. Under the picture, there was messily written 'good slut'

He raked a hand through his hair with a heavy sigh, disgusted by himself. He reeked of sex and bodily fluids, he wanted to vomit all over the place. He grabbed his belongings, half heartedly getting dressed and ready to bold out the door when a man emerged from the bathroom, toothbrush in mouth, smirking at Logan "What's got you in such a rush, baby? Ruby and I could go for another round, just us three, what do you say?"

From behind the man came a woman who also looked sultrily at Logan, her breasts on full display as if that would make him consider. He snarled in disgust, making the pair tilt their head in confusion. To them, it was like he had been changed out over night. And to an extend, he was.

"Not interested" he grunted, heading for the door. "What has gotten into you??" Ruby yelled after him but was silenced as the door was slammed shut.

He hadn't been near that hotel ever again.

Fuck, he couldn't let you see him like this. Or Wade. God he wouldn’t be able to behave around you two. This was so embarrassing, he couldn't believe this was actually happening. Maybe this was just a bad dream? A nightmare that felt just a little too real...

He was supposed to be the one that made women and men alike beg at his feet, needy and desperate to be fucked by him, not the other way around!

He knew that touching himself would only make it worse, that this deep ache and hunger could only be satisfied by someone else. Logan decided to keep himself hidden in his room, he didn't want to scare you off as the unrecognizable creature he had become. He just had to wait this out, the heat would fade and he would turn from a manwhore back to his normal self. It would take a few days, but at least he wouldn’t have Wade chewing his ear off by teasing him just how desperate he was for him and you.

But, of course, his absence wouldn’t go unnoticed.

"Where is Logan?" you asked Wade with a yawn, stretching as you stumbled into the living room in your pyjamas. Wade was busy feeding Mary puppins, a little startled upon hearing your voice. "Was about to ask you the same thing. Haven't seen him all morning" he replied. Usually, Logan was up before everyone else.

You frowned "He never sleeps that long" you remarked, a hand on your hip. Wade scratched his head "I dunno, pumpkin. There was a storm out last night, you know how peanut gets with thunder. Maybe you'll find him scared shitless in some pothole when you go for your morning walk" he groaned as he got up from his crouching position next to Mary Puppins, who eagerly slobbered up her food. "Just make sure you spray him with the waterhose before you take him back up, we don't know where he's been" Wade called out to you as he made his way towards the kitchen, talking about Logan as if he were a dirty stray dog. And somehow he had been just that before Wade took him in.

You bit the inside of your cheek, looking at Logans closed door. He had headed to bet quite early yesterday and you figured he was just tired, maybe feeling under the weather. And if he didn't feel well and needed some time to rest, you respected that.

You grew concerned when noon approached and he still hadn't emerged from his room.

Wade didn't seem to be bothered as he was cuddled up on the couch with you, watching a trashy movie and making fun of the bad CGI. You on the other hand glanced to Logans door more often than not, straining your ears as if you would catch the slightest sound from within that would indicate he hadn't fled out the window or choked himself to death with his blanket by tossing and turning the whole night.

"I think I'm gonna check up on him" you muttered to Wade, slipping away from his hold and sauntering over to Logans room. You hesitated but ended up knocking softly against the wood. "Logan? Are you awake?"

The sudden knock startled him, your muffled voice sending a sharp need up his spine that ended with a soft whine leaving his throat. He put a hand over his mouth, praying you hadn't heard. Maybe if he didn't make a sound, you'd think he was still asleep and leave him alone. That was for the better. He even went as far as to hold his breath, his eyes staring at the doorhandle.

Well, that definitely backfired, because you began to grab the doorhandle "Logan? Are you in there? Is everything alright?" you asked again, this time more urgent and worried.

"No! don't come in here-!" Logan yelled at you, a hand stretched out as if it would prevent you from opening the door, but it was too late. The door swung open, your alluring scent hitting him tenfold, almost to the point that it stung unbearably in his nose. His cock throbbed painfully in his briefs, eager to be freed and touched by you.

He bit his lip hard as he saw you, trying to swallow down the desperate moan his body wanted him to let out. You were just in your pyjamas, no make-up, no styled hair. And god did he want you so fucking badly.

Your eyes traveled over his dishelved form, his bare chest flushed red and sweaty just like the tips of his hair. His middle was covered by a thin blanket, but his very obvious boner was still visible to you. You gulped. "Uhm...are you okay?"

A growl sounded in the back of his throat, but he didn't answer, too afraid he'd just start to downright beg you to get your pussy on him. You stared at each other in silence, the quiet simmering between you two. "Sorry...I was just, uhm, worried when you didn't leave your room" you cleared your throat, balancing your weight from one foot to the other. He would have found your concerns adorable if he wasn't so insanely horny right now.

With incredible self control, he panted out a short "M'fine" to you, the words paining him as if he had much rather said something like 'I want you and Wade to spitroast me until I am a crying, babbling mess that can't stop cumming'

You bit the inside of your cheek, your mouth watering as you couldn't help but stare at his bulge. "Yeah" you nodded. "Right...sorry for bothering-" you started, but before you could finish your sentence, Wade darted around the corner like a mad man, yelling "Pookie has a boner!"

You looked at him dumbfounded as he just scootched past you into Logans room. As if sensing your question, he replied "I can smell that from a mile away" and turned to look at you like a mom scolding her child. "And you still stand here like you don't know what to do. Lend that poor man a hand! Where are your manners?" he tuts before throwing himself onto Logans bed.

"Let me see my favourite lollipop" he purred, hands already starting to pull off Logans blanket. But Logan stopped him.

Wade looked like he had just been slapped in the face not that he didn't like that, his brows furrowing. "You want pumpkin to suck your dick then? Okay, fine with me" he said, putting up his hands in defense as he scooted away from Logan as if to give you space to perform. But you didn’t budge as you leaned against the doorframe. Wades words nearly made Logan shoot ropes of cum through his briefs, just the thought alone - the thought of your lips wrapped around his tip - he moaned.

Wade and you were left speechless and fucking turned on as you heard that sound. You had never heard him make such noises before and god did you want to hear more.

"Okay, what is actually going on?" You asked, trying to keep your cool, pushing yourself away from the doorframe to step closer to the two men on the bed.

Silence stretched throughout the room, fleeting glances shared between you.

You grew impatient, joining Logan and Wade on the bed. Logan sucked in a breath as you came closer, your and Wades scents mingling together in a symphony that made Logan want to cave and give into his desires. "Logan" you muttered warningly. "What's wrong?"

He was cornered by his two lovers and felt like he was going to explode. And yet he stayed strong. Tried to. But that resolve quickly crumbled under your gaze and Wades wandering hands.

"I'm..." he started to rasp, avoiding eyecontact. "I'm...in heat. Thought I got rid of it a long time ago." Logan explained almost inaudibly, clearly ashamed of the whole situation, embarrassed that you caught him in this state.

"In...heat? What does that even mean?"

"That means peanut is hella horny and wants to fuck everything in sight. Or, well, wants to get fucked by everything in sight" Wade purred, turning to press Logan into the sheets and kiss him. This got your panties wet really fast. Logan let out a needy whine against Wades lips, trying to stop him even though everyone in the room knew he didn't want to. "Oh, come on, big guy. If she slacks off, you still got me to rail you the whole night long" he teased and Logan cursed the way Wade could easily look through him.

While your boyfriends were busy making out, Wade pulling these heavenly sounds from Logan, you started to pull his blanket and briefs down.

There he stood, proud and hard in front of you, pulsing, throbbing and leaking like a broken faucet. You loved Logans cock, but wow, it just looked way juicier and thicker today. How long would this heat thing last? You hoped forever.

Logan was so caught up in the steaming battle of tounges he and Wade had going on that the wetness of your tounge on his shaft hit him like a freight train, instantly biting Wades bottom lip harshly, making the man groan out from the pain. "Fuck me, goddamn it" Logan whined pathetically. But he didn't care. He was far too horny to care, far too needy to keep up the dominant facade. He knew he was in good hands, that there was no room for judgement. Just determindation to satisfy him from both you and Wade.

"Ain't gotta tell me twice." Wade said, grabbing Logan by the hips to turn him over on his belly like a ragdoll. His briefs were ripped in seconds by Wade, who didn't wear any underwear to begin with, and discarded somehwere on the floor.

Wade spread Logans cheeks, stunned by the slick that seemingly poured endlessy from Logans eager hole. "Fucking hell, peanut. Don't think I even gotta prep you this time, look at that" he groaned, teasing the puckered rim with his thumb, earning a protesting growl from Logan. "Stick it in and fuck me already"

Wade smirked at his words and the way he desperately pushed his hips back against Wades cock. Your eyes met and he nodded for you to get your panties off. "Go and stuff his filthy mouth with some pussy. Can't believe he is still so bossy" Wades tuts and you were quick to climb to the headboard of the bed, spreading your legs in front of Logan to show him your aching pussy. His eyes zeroed in on it, his grim expression forgotten, mouth hanging agape in a pitiful whine as he got presented a luscious oasis to still his thirst but couldn't quite reach. He took a deep breath, the smell of your dripping arousal making him moan.

You looked up to Wade who nodded at you. With a swift motion, he pressed his cock inside Logan, his hole tight but offering no resistance as it eagerly fluttered around Wades shaft, practically sucking him in. At the same time, you pulled Logans face against your pussy by the hair. The relieved mewl he let out vibrated against your clit, making you sigh out softly.

"Fuck, peanut. Never been in such a wet hole before, good god. S'like a lube bomb exploded in here" he began to slightly slur his words already, too deep into the feeling of Logans sopping hole.

Logan squeaked and moaned against your cunt, lapping at you with soft whimpers. Has Wades cock always been so big? Because fuck, Logan felt so full, the ache in the pit of his belly relieved every time Wade bottomed out, his throbbing tip massaging that sweet, perfect spot with every thrust.

"Oh he's gripping me. Fuck, you gotta see this" Wade growled out to you over Logans whorish moans against your pussy. He couldn't take his eyes off of the way he disappeared past Logans tight rim and emerged back, glistening with slick and arousal. Your hands fisted Logans hair, hips pushing against his wanting mouth. "I will. Once I am wrecking him with my strap" you panted out, pleasure licking up your belly with Logan messily kissing your clit and sucking on your pussy lips. Upon your words, Logan couldn’t help but to roll his eyes back and cum.

Wade yelped as Logan became even more tight around him, his hips slapping against Logans ass in a fastened pace. "Fucking hell, fuck! Keep fucking cumming for me. So fucking good" Wade babbled mindlessly, voice raw as he chased his orgasm. You would have giggled at the way Wade was cursing if it weren't for your own release fastly approaching.

Not an ounce of self control was left in the big, bad wolverine, desperately fucking himself back against Wade jackhammering into his ass, sperm leaking all over the sheets. "M'gonna cum again" he cried against your pussy, lazily moving his tounge over your slit, tears brimming in the corners his eyes. You fingers deeply pulled at his roots, pushing him closer to where you wanted him. "Gonna breed this ass while you cum on my dick again, yeah?" Wade rasped, bottom lip stuck between his teeth, brows furrowed in bliss. He was close, you could tell.

Logan whined as Wades words registered in his brain, his back arching in a silent plea. "You would like that, huh? Like a good little cum slut" you purred, clit throbbing between Logans puffy lips, looking up at you through his eyelashes and answering you with a needy hum and a nod of his head.

It didn’t take long for Wade to bury himself deep into Logans ass, painting his insides white with his release. It triggered Logans second orgasm of the day and the way he cried out into your pussy threw you over the edge, too.

Your cunt was pulsing against Logans face, Wades cock throbbing against Logans sweet spot while his ass clenched around his shaft.

The three of you panted, sweat cooling off your skins. But this was far from over.

As he catched his breath, Wade rolled himself over onto his back, pulling Logan with him while still being balls deep. Logan groaned at that, his strong thighs shaking. "Come on, pumpkin. Take a seat" Wade invited, gesturing to Logans cock which still stood hard and proud, curving slightly in a way that always hit the right spots. Without thinking much about it, you climbed onto Logans lap, facing him and sinking down on his cock. He hissed, the sound ending in a cute whine. He felt so fucking good. Everywhere. He had no idea if he wanted to fuck up into your pussy or grind down on Wades dick. His body was on fire, hot and needy, sweaty and slick. He couldn't remember the last time he felt so good. Well, technically he did, but he knew that after his heat faded, he wouldn’t regret this one bit.

You didn't even have to move your hips at all. With the way Wade was fucking up into Logan, Logans hips moved along with every thrust, his cock hitting every good spot. "Tell me how she feels, peanut. Tell me how that pussy feels" Wade grunted, his hands holding tightly onto Logans hips, bringing him down against him to get as deep as possible.

Logan drooled from the way he was fucked and how beautiful your tits looked as you bounced on his cock. "S'good. So good" he slurred, not knowing where to place his hands. But he didn't have to worry about that. You took his hands and placed them on your tits, encouraging him to squeeze and grope. "You wanna cum in this pussy?" you panted out, watching in amusement how Logans mouth fell open and he nodded eagerly.

Wade grinned from under Logan, one hand reaching up to grab one of Logans pecs to knead them roughly between is hands. "Do it, be a good boy and breed that sweet pussy. Put a little mini you in there" he rasped into Logans ear, who let out the prettiest, deprived moan before you felt his hot, thick load fill you up for the first time that day.

"That's it" you breathed shakily, your fingers swirling over your clit, chasing your own orgasm. "Fuck fuck fuck!" Wade groaned, following suit and filling Logan up a second time. Wades eyes rolled back "He is so fucking tight and wet" he grunted out, biting into Logans shoulder until he briefly tasted blood.

You quickly followed suit, lifting yourself off of Logans cock with a cry, squirting all over him, his cum and your fluids splashing over his torso.

Your whole body convulsed in pleasure, moans tearing from your throat easily. When you came down from your bone-shaking high, you lowered yourself onto Logans hip bone, softly rocking back and forth until the last waves of your orgasm completely faded. Softly panting, you licked up Logans happy trail, your arousal salty on your tounge, until you could kiss his lips. Instantly, his tounge went out to lick yours, brushing lazily against yours. His breath hitched slightly when your fingers glid over the back of his neck, your nails tracing light circles against his skin. A shiver ran down his spine, and he groaned into your mouth, the sound quiet but full of want.

Wade groaned "Fuck yeah, that's so hot" he rumbled in a breathless voice, watching how your tounges swirled together, slurping and sucking eagerly. He slipped out of Logans ass with a grunt "Now its your turn, pumpkin. Get the strap"

Upon mentioning the strap, Logan whimpered against your mouth and you pulled back with a grin. You slipped off of Logan to rummage through his wardrobe for the strap-on. And while you were busy putting it on, Wade turned Logan around so he straddled his lap. He pulled him down by the face to meet his lips. Logan practically unhinged his jaw as he wanted to devour Wades mouth, stickig his tounge down his throat desperately, his hips already rutting against Wades cock again.

You watched your two boys make out heavily, weeping cocks rubbing against the other, softly groaning and whining against each others mouths. It made you so impossibly wet.

You didn't have to lube up the dildo, nor did you have to prep Logan in any way since he was wet enough from his heat and Wades cum. While both were distraced, you lined up the thick fake cock with Logans stretched, sopping hole, thrusting right in. He cried out at the sudden overwhelming fullness all the way in his stomach. His mouth was opened in an o shape, brows furrowed and sweat dripping from his temple. He was about to cum again, he could feel it, and you weren’t even moving yet.

He was about to say something when you started pounding him vigerously, burning pleasure shooting up his back. With every thrust, you hit his swollen prostate mercilessly and when Wade began to wrap his hand around Logans and his cock, jerking them simultaniously, Logan couldn’t keep his mouth shut.

His tounge was lose and so were his sounds and words "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck yes fuck, im gonna cum again" he yelled, his voice hoarse and more gravelly than usual. Wades hands sped up, groaning as his tip bumped the underside of Logans, precum leaking from Logan in copious amounts. You reached forward to grasp a fistful of his hair, pulling his head back. "Such a good boy, taking my cock so well" you purred, enjoying the helpless whimper that wrecked his throat.

"Oh yeah fuck that's right, im your good boy, im your good boy, fuck!" he cried out, his cock swelling against Wades. "Can I make a mess, mommy? Can I fucking cum? please, please, please?" he cried, fat tears rolling down his cheeks. You knew he was in deep when he started calling you mommy. You wrapped your hand around his throat, pulling his head flush against your chest. His eyes looked up at you, slightly crossing, completely glossed over.

"You really want to cum?" you taunted him with a teasing pout, speeding up your pace in the process. His thick brows were deeply furrowed, his lips trembling as he pressed out a pathetic sounding yes.

Looking down to Wade, who furiously jerked their cocks, you asked "Wade, baby, do you think I should let him cum?"

Wade groaned, his own dick pulsing with want. "Fuck, yeah. Daddy is ready for a facial" he moaned, his hand moving faster, easily sliding over the slick skin and feeling every throbbing vein under his fingertips.

You leaned down to kiss Logan, deeply, your tounge swirling with his. "Be a good boy and cum for me, baby." you purred against his swollen, wet lips. He nodded at you, whispering out a breathless 'yeah', but his airy tone quickly changed as you angled your thrusts to hit his prostate, all while Wade swiped his thumb over Logans slit. He arched his back "Oh thank you, mommy, my pretty, pretty mommy, fuck- I'm cumming, please fuck me harder, oh fucking god yes, yes, please!" Logan whimpered, his words slurring before he whined in a high voice, his cock pulsing voilently, spurting big ropes of cum all over Wades chest and face.

He yelled out, his legs shaking as he just couldn't stop cumming. His mouth hung open, drooling, whining and crying. He looked gorgeous.

You were about to pull out of him, thinking that this was finally it and you both had tired him out, but Wade stopped you. "Don't you dare stop now, pumpkin. Keep fucking that hole" he rasped, wriggling out from underneath Logan to kneel before him, his pelvis leveled with Logans open mouth.

He brought his hand to wrap around Logans jaw, squeezing his tear-stained cheeks to make him open up his mouth even wider, before he slid his eager length write down his throat.

Wade sighed as he was welcomed into the tight heaven that was Logans throat. He felt Logan tense up, but he softly brushed his thumb over his cheek "Relax, sweetheart. Yeah, just like that, fuck" Wade groaned, slowly moving his hips, pulling Logan onto his cock until his nose his his pubes.

As you watched the two eagerly, you hadn't even realised that you picked up the pace with the strap, making Logan whimper around Wades girth. "Shit- I'm not gonna fucking last like this" he growled deeply, Logan gagging and drooling all over his cock.

"Let me return the favor, baby" he then grinned, pulling out of Logans mouth with a wet pop, much to Logans dismay. His mouth naturally fell open, his eyes focused on Wades throbbing, leaking cockhead with blown pupils. Just a few jerks of his hands and Wade was cumming, coating Logans face with his thick and sticky release. It landed in his brows, on the bridge of his nose, his cheeks and some even went into his mouth. The second the goey liquid hit his tounge, another orgasm washed over Logan.

Wade huffed. "Fuck, you look so pretty like this"

Carefully, you slipped out of Logans swollen hole to crawl towards Wade. As if sharing one brain cell, you both leaned forward, licking and kissing the cum off of Logans face in slow, sensual strokes of your tounges. You enveloped Logans lips with yours, making out with him soundly, the salty liquid melting on your taste buds.

When you pulled back, you had never seen such a sexed-up, relaxed and content face on Logan before. He didn't even register your words when you asked how he felt, if he wanted to keep going.

"Hey, hey, earth to Logan" you teased, snapping your fingers until his glossy eyes finally seemed to focus. But instead of answering you in a coherent sentence, he could only babble and stutter, too fucked out and tired for anything greater than falling face first into a set of pillows and fall asleep.

"I think that's a no, pumpkin" Wade snorted, scratching Logans chin, who then purred like a needy cat.

As fun as it was to have sex with Logan in this state, you felt your clit pulse painfully between your thighs. "Okay, I guess its time to clean up" you smiled, giving Logan a brief kiss to the forhead before helping to release the tension in his muscles, stretching out his sore joints and laying him down onto the bed.

Wade cleaned him from every sticky fluid while you massaged his aching muscles with circular motions, peppering kisses over his body while muttering praises between quiets breaths.

When Logan was out cold, what didn't take long, Wade and you focused on cleaning up yourselfs, before joining Logans sleeping form on the bed. You cuddled up to his warm body, your arms snaking around him, Wade rather sleeping freely spread out next to you.

This was...an experience. To say that you were tired didn't even come close to it. You were exhausted, but in such a good way.

You knew Logan wanted to surpress these urges, though if it would always end just like this from now on - an utterly spent and satisfied wolverine sleeping in your arms, then you may be willing to help him through this heat every time.

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I really hope you liked this one! I am so sooo sorry it took so long to get out. I am also sorry for all the other people who have requested something and i still didn’t put it out. My health isn't the best right now, going to the doctors a lot, might have multiple sclerosis allthough that's getting tested soon. Writers curse, I guess. But I am still trying to keep writing when i have the time and feel like it <3

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Guys look what I printed out😌✋🏻These babies are going on my wall i don't have any room left

Its about time I got some photos of him to showcase them in my room, which is basically a museum about all the thinks I like atp, but idk where to put it because all my walls are full pls help a girly out😭

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Guys, I think the Logan hype is dying out fr this time😟

Been refreshing my feed the whole day but there is nothing new and my posts aren't getting as much views anymore💔 no please, we gotta stop the Hugh Jackman love from disappearing

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your wade x Logan x reader was so good?!! Another part??

Simmering Need (NSFW)

THANK YOU ANON ♡♡♡ - so, this is my second take on a threesome smut with Wade and Logan. It's not necessarily a part two to this fic, tho it can be read as such. But it also works as a stand alone story.

Pairing: Worst!Logan x Reader x Wade Wilson

Summary: This was never supposed to happen ever again. He had surpressed these urges for so long, thought he had gotten rid of it- Logan Howlett, the Wolverine, was in heat

Wordcount: 4.8k

Warnings/tags: Sub!Logan, switch!Reader, switch!Wade, established relationship, threesome (M/M/F), oral sex (f! and m! recieving), pussy eating, blowjob, cum eating, cumshot, spitroasting, pegging, anal sex, penis in vagina sex, unprotected sex, creampies, breeding kink, squirting, dirty talk, praise kink, multiple orgasms, frotting, mommy kink, pet names, facials, english is not my first language, rushed ending, slight aftercare, !not proofread yet!

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When Logan woke up that day, he felt it. He turned onto his stomach with a whine, a sound that he usually wouldn’t make under any circumstances, and stopped dead in his tracks. No...no, this couldn't be! He hadn't felt like this in decades. He thought he had gotten rid of it once and for all...

Logans body felt simmering hot and sweaty, limbs heavy and his head buzzing. For any other person, based on these signs, they would think they were getting sick.

But Logan was no ordinary human. A mutant. And a feral one at that. But, like a cold, this was never a good sign.

He reached around to his butt, slipping his hand under the waistband of his boxers to feel the familiar slick from his eager hole, comfirming his suspicions. "Fuck" he groaned in frustration. And Need.

Logan Howlett, the Wolverine, was in heat. He hadn't been in heat since the 70s or so. He couldn't remember, he didn't want to remember. The last time he woke up from his sex-driven daze, his thighs were sticky with sperm and pussy juice all the way down to his knees and his jaw was sore. When he walked around the hotel room that wasn't his, he found polaroids scrattered around the floor along with shredded pieces of clothing. As he picked a few of the photos up, he could only stare in horror as he saw himself crying as he was fucked in the ass by a man while his head was buried in a pussy.

Another one showed his sexed-up face as two women sucked on his weeping cock. The next one he found was of him deepthroating a large black cock like a whore. It was attached to another picture that presented him getting a thick facial all across his face and hair, his eyes crossed and jaw slack. Under the picture, there was messily written 'good slut'

He raked a hand through his hair with a heavy sigh, disgusted by himself. He reeked of sex and bodily fluids, he wanted to vomit all over the place. He grabbed his belongings, half heartedly getting dressed and ready to bold out the door when a man emerged from the bathroom, toothbrush in mouth, smirking at Logan "What's got you in such a rush, baby? Ruby and I could go for another round, just us three, what do you say?"

From behind the man came a woman who also looked sultrily at Logan, her breasts on full display as if that would make him consider. He snarled in disgust, making the pair tilt their head in confusion. To them, it was like he had been changed out over night. And to an extend, he was.

"Not interested" he grunted, heading for the door. "What has gotten into you??" Ruby yelled after him but was silenced as the door was slammed shut.

He hadn't been near that hotel ever again.

Fuck, he couldn't let you see him like this. Or Wade. God he wouldn’t be able to behave around you two. This was so embarrassing, he couldn't believe this was actually happening. Maybe this was just a bad dream? A nightmare that felt just a little too real...

He was supposed to be the one that made women and men alike beg at his feet, needy and desperate to be fucked by him, not the other way around!

He knew that touching himself would only make it worse, that this deep ache and hunger could only be satisfied by someone else. Logan decided to keep himself hidden in his room, he didn't want to scare you off as the unrecognizable creature he had become. He just had to wait this out, the heat would fade and he would turn from a manwhore back to his normal self. It would take a few days, but at least he wouldn’t have Wade chewing his ear off by teasing him just how desperate he was for him and you.

But, of course, his absence wouldn’t go unnoticed.

"Where is Logan?" you asked Wade with a yawn, stretching as you stumbled into the living room in your pyjamas. Wade was busy feeding Mary puppins, a little startled upon hearing your voice. "Was about to ask you the same thing. Haven't seen him all morning" he replied. Usually, Logan was up before everyone else.

You frowned "He never sleeps that long" you remarked, a hand on your hip. Wade scratched his head "I dunno, pumpkin. There was a storm out last night, you know how peanut gets with thunder. Maybe you'll find him scared shitless in some pothole when you go for your morning walk" he groaned as he got up from his crouching position next to Mary Puppins, who eagerly slobbered up her food. "Just make sure you spray him with the waterhose before you take him back up, we don't know where he's been" Wade called out to you as he made his way towards the kitchen, talking about Logan as if he were a dirty stray dog. And somehow he had been just that before Wade took him in.

You bit the inside of your cheek, looking at Logans closed door. He had headed to bet quite early yesterday and you figured he was just tired, maybe feeling under the weather. And if he didn't feel well and needed some time to rest, you respected that.

You grew concerned when noon approached and he still hadn't emerged from his room.

Wade didn't seem to be bothered as he was cuddled up on the couch with you, watching a trashy movie and making fun of the bad CGI. You on the other hand glanced to Logans door more often than not, straining your ears as if you would catch the slightest sound from within that would indicate he hadn't fled out the window or choked himself to death with his blanket by tossing and turning the whole night.

"I think I'm gonna check up on him" you muttered to Wade, slipping away from his hold and sauntering over to Logans room. You hesitated but ended up knocking softly against the wood. "Logan? Are you awake?"

The sudden knock startled him, your muffled voice sending a sharp need up his spine that ended with a soft whine leaving his throat. He put a hand over his mouth, praying you hadn't heard. Maybe if he didn't make a sound, you'd think he was still asleep and leave him alone. That was for the better. He even went as far as to hold his breath, his eyes staring at the doorhandle.

Well, that definitely backfired, because you began to grab the doorhandle "Logan? Are you in there? Is everything alright?" you asked again, this time more urgent and worried.

"No! don't come in here-!" Logan yelled at you, a hand stretched out as if it would prevent you from opening the door, but it was too late. The door swung open, your alluring scent hitting him tenfold, almost to the point that it stung unbearably in his nose. His cock throbbed painfully in his briefs, eager to be freed and touched by you.

He bit his lip hard as he saw you, trying to swallow down the desperate moan his body wanted him to let out. You were just in your pyjamas, no make-up, no styled hair. And god did he want you so fucking badly.

Your eyes traveled over his dishelved form, his bare chest flushed red and sweaty just like the tips of his hair. His middle was covered by a thin blanket, but his very obvious boner was still visible to you. You gulped. "Uhm...are you okay?"

A growl sounded in the back of his throat, but he didn't answer, too afraid he'd just start to downright beg you to get your pussy on him. You stared at each other in silence, the quiet simmering between you two. "Sorry...I was just, uhm, worried when you didn't leave your room" you cleared your throat, balancing your weight from one foot to the other. He would have found your concerns adorable if he wasn't so insanely horny right now.

With incredible self control, he panted out a short "M'fine" to you, the words paining him as if he had much rather said something like 'I want you and Wade to spitroast me until I am a crying, babbling mess that can't stop cumming'

You bit the inside of your cheek, your mouth watering as you couldn't help but stare at his bulge. "Yeah" you nodded. "Right...sorry for bothering-" you started, but before you could finish your sentence, Wade darted around the corner like a mad man, yelling "Pookie has a boner!"

You looked at him dumbfounded as he just scootched past you into Logans room. As if sensing your question, he replied "I can smell that from a mile away" and turned to look at you like a mom scolding her child. "And you still stand here like you don't know what to do. Lend that poor man a hand! Where are your manners?" he tuts before throwing himself onto Logans bed.

"Let me see my favourite lollipop" he purred, hands already starting to pull off Logans blanket. But Logan stopped him.

Wade looked like he had just been slapped in the face not that he didn't like that, his brows furrowing. "You want pumpkin to suck your dick then? Okay, fine with me" he said, putting up his hands in defense as he scooted away from Logan as if to give you space to perform. But you didn’t budge as you leaned against the doorframe. Wades words nearly made Logan shoot ropes of cum through his briefs, just the thought alone - the thought of your lips wrapped around his tip - he moaned.

Wade and you were left speechless and fucking turned on as you heard that sound. You had never heard him make such noises before and god did you want to hear more.

"Okay, what is actually going on?" You asked, trying to keep your cool, pushing yourself away from the doorframe to step closer to the two men on the bed.

Silence stretched throughout the room, fleeting glances shared between you.

You grew impatient, joining Logan and Wade on the bed. Logan sucked in a breath as you came closer, your and Wades scents mingling together in a symphony that made Logan want to cave and give into his desires. "Logan" you muttered warningly. "What's wrong?"

He was cornered by his two lovers and felt like he was going to explode. And yet he stayed strong. Tried to. But that resolve quickly crumbled under your gaze and Wades wandering hands.

"I'm..." he started to rasp, avoiding eyecontact. "I'm...in heat. Thought I got rid of it a long time ago." Logan explained almost inaudibly, clearly ashamed of the whole situation, embarrassed that you caught him in this state.

"In...heat? What does that even mean?"

"That means peanut is hella horny and wants to fuck everything in sight. Or, well, wants to get fucked by everything in sight" Wade purred, turning to press Logan into the sheets and kiss him. This got your panties wet really fast. Logan let out a needy whine against Wades lips, trying to stop him even though everyone in the room knew he didn't want to. "Oh, come on, big guy. If she slacks off, you still got me to rail you the whole night long" he teased and Logan cursed the way Wade could easily look through him.

While your boyfriends were busy making out, Wade pulling these heavenly sounds from Logan, you started to pull his blanket and briefs down.

There he stood, proud and hard in front of you, pulsing, throbbing and leaking like a broken faucet. You loved Logans cock, but wow, it just looked way juicier and thicker today. How long would this heat thing last? You hoped forever.

Logan was so caught up in the steaming battle of tounges he and Wade had going on that the wetness of your tounge on his shaft hit him like a freight train, instantly biting Wades bottom lip harshly, making the man groan out from the pain. "Fuck me, goddamn it" Logan whined pathetically. But he didn't care. He was far too horny to care, far too needy to keep up the dominant facade. He knew he was in good hands, that there was no room for judgement. Just determindation to satisfy him from both you and Wade.

"Ain't gotta tell me twice." Wade said, grabbing Logan by the hips to turn him over on his belly like a ragdoll. His briefs were ripped in seconds by Wade, who didn't wear any underwear to begin with, and discarded somehwere on the floor.

Wade spread Logans cheeks, stunned by the slick that seemingly poured endlessy from Logans eager hole. "Fucking hell, peanut. Don't think I even gotta prep you this time, look at that" he groaned, teasing the puckered rim with his thumb, earning a protesting growl from Logan. "Stick it in and fuck me already"

Wade smirked at his words and the way he desperately pushed his hips back against Wades cock. Your eyes met and he nodded for you to get your panties off. "Go and stuff his filthy mouth with some pussy. Can't believe he is still so bossy" Wades tuts and you were quick to climb to the headboard of the bed, spreading your legs in front of Logan to show him your aching pussy. His eyes zeroed in on it, his grim expression forgotten, mouth hanging agape in a pitiful whine as he got presented a luscious oasis to still his thirst but couldn't quite reach. He took a deep breath, the smell of your dripping arousal making him moan.

You looked up to Wade who nodded at you. With a swift motion, he pressed his cock inside Logan, his hole tight but offering no resistance as it eagerly fluttered around Wades shaft, practically sucking him in. At the same time, you pulled Logans face against your pussy by the hair. The relieved mewl he let out vibrated against your clit, making you sigh out softly.

"Fuck, peanut. Never been in such a wet hole before, good god. S'like a lube bomb exploded in here" he began to slightly slur his words already, too deep into the feeling of Logans sopping hole.

Logan squeaked and moaned against your cunt, lapping at you with soft whimpers. Has Wades cock always been so big? Because fuck, Logan felt so full, the ache in the pit of his belly relieved every time Wade bottomed out, his throbbing tip massaging that sweet, perfect spot with every thrust.

"Oh he's gripping me. Fuck, you gotta see this" Wade growled out to you over Logans whorish moans against your pussy. He couldn't take his eyes off of the way he disappeared past Logans tight rim and emerged back, glistening with slick and arousal. Your hands fisted Logans hair, hips pushing against his wanting mouth. "I will. Once I am wrecking him with my strap" you panted out, pleasure licking up your belly with Logan messily kissing your clit and sucking on your pussy lips. Upon your words, Logan couldn’t help but to roll his eyes back and cum.

Wade yelped as Logan became even more tight around him, his hips slapping against Logans ass in a fastened pace. "Fucking hell, fuck! Keep fucking cumming for me. So fucking good" Wade babbled mindlessly, voice raw as he chased his orgasm. You would have giggled at the way Wade was cursing if it weren't for your own release fastly approaching.

Not an ounce of self control was left in the big, bad wolverine, desperately fucking himself back against Wade jackhammering into his ass, sperm leaking all over the sheets. "M'gonna cum again" he cried against your pussy, lazily moving his tounge over your slit, tears brimming in the corners his eyes. You fingers deeply pulled at his roots, pushing him closer to where you wanted him. "Gonna breed this ass while you cum on my dick again, yeah?" Wade rasped, bottom lip stuck between his teeth, brows furrowed in bliss. He was close, you could tell.

Logan whined as Wades words registered in his brain, his back arching in a silent plea. "You would like that, huh? Like a good little cum slut" you purred, clit throbbing between Logans puffy lips, looking up at you through his eyelashes and answering you with a needy hum and a nod of his head.

It didn’t take long for Wade to bury himself deep into Logans ass, painting his insides white with his release. It triggered Logans second orgasm of the day and the way he cried out into your pussy threw you over the edge, too.

Your cunt was pulsing against Logans face, Wades cock throbbing against Logans sweet spot while his ass clenched around his shaft.

The three of you panted, sweat cooling off your skins. But this was far from over.

As he catched his breath, Wade rolled himself over onto his back, pulling Logan with him while still being balls deep. Logan groaned at that, his strong thighs shaking. "Come on, pumpkin. Take a seat" Wade invited, gesturing to Logans cock which still stood hard and proud, curving slightly in a way that always hit the right spots. Without thinking much about it, you climbed onto Logans lap, facing him and sinking down on his cock. He hissed, the sound ending in a cute whine. He felt so fucking good. Everywhere. He had no idea if he wanted to fuck up into your pussy or grind down on Wades dick. His body was on fire, hot and needy, sweaty and slick. He couldn't remember the last time he felt so good. Well, technically he did, but he knew that after his heat faded, he wouldn’t regret this one bit.

You didn't even have to move your hips at all. With the way Wade was fucking up into Logan, Logans hips moved along with every thrust, his cock hitting every good spot. "Tell me how she feels, peanut. Tell me how that pussy feels" Wade grunted, his hands holding tightly onto Logans hips, bringing him down against him to get as deep as possible.

Logan drooled from the way he was fucked and how beautiful your tits looked as you bounced on his cock. "S'good. So good" he slurred, not knowing where to place his hands. But he didn't have to worry about that. You took his hands and placed them on your tits, encouraging him to squeeze and grope. "You wanna cum in this pussy?" you panted out, watching in amusement how Logans mouth fell open and he nodded eagerly.

Wade grinned from under Logan, one hand reaching up to grab one of Logans pecs to knead them roughly between is hands. "Do it, be a good boy and breed that sweet pussy. Put a little mini you in there" he rasped into Logans ear, who let out the prettiest, deprived moan before you felt his hot, thick load fill you up for the first time that day.

"That's it" you breathed shakily, your fingers swirling over your clit, chasing your own orgasm. "Fuck fuck fuck!" Wade groaned, following suit and filling Logan up a second time. Wades eyes rolled back "He is so fucking tight and wet" he grunted out, biting into Logans shoulder until he briefly tasted blood.

You quickly followed suit, lifting yourself off of Logans cock with a cry, squirting all over him, his cum and your fluids splashing over his torso.

Your whole body convulsed in pleasure, moans tearing from your throat easily. When you came down from your bone-shaking high, you lowered yourself onto Logans hip bone, softly rocking back and forth until the last waves of your orgasm completely faded. Softly panting, you licked up Logans happy trail, your arousal salty on your tounge, until you could kiss his lips. Instantly, his tounge went out to lick yours, brushing lazily against yours. His breath hitched slightly when your fingers glid over the back of his neck, your nails tracing light circles against his skin. A shiver ran down his spine, and he groaned into your mouth, the sound quiet but full of want.

Wade groaned "Fuck yeah, that's so hot" he rumbled in a breathless voice, watching how your tounges swirled together, slurping and sucking eagerly. He slipped out of Logans ass with a grunt "Now its your turn, pumpkin. Get the strap"

Upon mentioning the strap, Logan whimpered against your mouth and you pulled back with a grin. You slipped off of Logan to rummage through his wardrobe for the strap-on. And while you were busy putting it on, Wade turned Logan around so he straddled his lap. He pulled him down by the face to meet his lips. Logan practically unhinged his jaw as he wanted to devour Wades mouth, stickig his tounge down his throat desperately, his hips already rutting against Wades cock again.

You watched your two boys make out heavily, weeping cocks rubbing against the other, softly groaning and whining against each others mouths. It made you so impossibly wet.

You didn't have to lube up the dildo, nor did you have to prep Logan in any way since he was wet enough from his heat and Wades cum. While both were distraced, you lined up the thick fake cock with Logans stretched, sopping hole, thrusting right in. He cried out at the sudden overwhelming fullness all the way in his stomach. His mouth was opened in an o shape, brows furrowed and sweat dripping from his temple. He was about to cum again, he could feel it, and you weren’t even moving yet.

He was about to say something when you started pounding him vigerously, burning pleasure shooting up his back. With every thrust, you hit his swollen prostate mercilessly and when Wade began to wrap his hand around Logans and his cock, jerking them simultaniously, Logan couldn’t keep his mouth shut.

His tounge was lose and so were his sounds and words "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck yes fuck, im gonna cum again" he yelled, his voice hoarse and more gravelly than usual. Wades hands sped up, groaning as his tip bumped the underside of Logans, precum leaking from Logan in copious amounts. You reached forward to grasp a fistful of his hair, pulling his head back. "Such a good boy, taking my cock so well" you purred, enjoying the helpless whimper that wrecked his throat.

"Oh yeah fuck that's right, im your good boy, im your good boy, fuck!" he cried out, his cock swelling against Wades. "Can I make a mess, mommy? Can I fucking cum? please, please, please?" he cried, fat tears rolling down his cheeks. You knew he was in deep when he started calling you mommy. You wrapped your hand around his throat, pulling his head flush against your chest. His eyes looked up at you, slightly crossing, completely glossed over.

"You really want to cum?" you taunted him with a teasing pout, speeding up your pace in the process. His thick brows were deeply furrowed, his lips trembling as he pressed out a pathetic sounding yes.

Looking down to Wade, who furiously jerked their cocks, you asked "Wade, baby, do you think I should let him cum?"

Wade groaned, his own dick pulsing with want. "Fuck, yeah. Daddy is ready for a facial" he moaned, his hand moving faster, easily sliding over the slick skin and feeling every throbbing vein under his fingertips.

You leaned down to kiss Logan, deeply, your tounge swirling with his. "Be a good boy and cum for me, baby." you purred against his swollen, wet lips. He nodded at you, whispering out a breathless 'yeah', but his airy tone quickly changed as you angled your thrusts to hit his prostate, all while Wade swiped his thumb over Logans slit. He arched his back "Oh thank you, mommy, my pretty, pretty mommy, fuck- I'm cumming, please fuck me harder, oh fucking god yes, yes, please!" Logan whimpered, his words slurring before he whined in a high voice, his cock pulsing voilently, spurting big ropes of cum all over Wades chest and face.

He yelled out, his legs shaking as he just couldn't stop cumming. His mouth hung open, drooling, whining and crying. He looked gorgeous.

You were about to pull out of him, thinking that this was finally it and you both had tired him out, but Wade stopped you. "Don't you dare stop now, pumpkin. Keep fucking that hole" he rasped, wriggling out from underneath Logan to kneel before him, his pelvis leveled with Logans open mouth.

He brought his hand to wrap around Logans jaw, squeezing his tear-stained cheeks to make him open up his mouth even wider, before he slid his eager length write down his throat.

Wade sighed as he was welcomed into the tight heaven that was Logans throat. He felt Logan tense up, but he softly brushed his thumb over his cheek "Relax, sweetheart. Yeah, just like that, fuck" Wade groaned, slowly moving his hips, pulling Logan onto his cock until his nose his his pubes.

As you watched the two eagerly, you hadn't even realised that you picked up the pace with the strap, making Logan whimper around Wades girth. "Shit- I'm not gonna fucking last like this" he growled deeply, Logan gagging and drooling all over his cock.

"Let me return the favor, baby" he then grinned, pulling out of Logans mouth with a wet pop, much to Logans dismay. His mouth naturally fell open, his eyes focused on Wades throbbing, leaking cockhead with blown pupils. Just a few jerks of his hands and Wade was cumming, coating Logans face with his thick and sticky release. It landed in his brows, on the bridge of his nose, his cheeks and some even went into his mouth. The second the goey liquid hit his tounge, another orgasm washed over Logan.

Wade huffed. "Fuck, you look so pretty like this"

Carefully, you slipped out of Logans swollen hole to crawl towards Wade. As if sharing one brain cell, you both leaned forward, licking and kissing the cum off of Logans face in slow, sensual strokes of your tounges. You enveloped Logans lips with yours, making out with him soundly, the salty liquid melting on your taste buds.

When you pulled back, you had never seen such a sexed-up, relaxed and content face on Logan before. He didn't even register your words when you asked how he felt, if he wanted to keep going.

"Hey, hey, earth to Logan" you teased, snapping your fingers until his glossy eyes finally seemed to focus. But instead of answering you in a coherent sentence, he could only babble and stutter, too fucked out and tired for anything greater than falling face first into a set of pillows and fall asleep.

"I think that's a no, pumpkin" Wade snorted, scratching Logans chin, who then purred like a needy cat.

As fun as it was to have sex with Logan in this state, you felt your clit pulse painfully between your thighs. "Okay, I guess its time to clean up" you smiled, giving Logan a brief kiss to the forhead before helping to release the tension in his muscles, stretching out his sore joints and laying him down onto the bed.

Wade cleaned him from every sticky fluid while you massaged his aching muscles with circular motions, peppering kisses over his body while muttering praises between quiets breaths.

When Logan was out cold, what didn't take long, Wade and you focused on cleaning up yourselfs, before joining Logans sleeping form on the bed. You cuddled up to his warm body, your arms snaking around him, Wade rather sleeping freely spread out next to you.

This was...an experience. To say that you were tired didn't even come close to it. You were exhausted, but in such a good way.

You knew Logan wanted to surpress these urges, though if it would always end just like this from now on - an utterly spent and satisfied wolverine sleeping in your arms, then you may be willing to help him through this heat every time.

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I really hope you liked this one! I am so sooo sorry it took so long to get out. I am also sorry for all the other people who have requested something and i still didn’t put it out. My health isn't the best right now, going to the doctors a lot, might have multiple sclerosis allthough that's getting tested soon. Writers curse, I guess. But I am still trying to keep writing when i have the time and feel like it <3

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Old man Logan p☆rn links

A porn link post dedicated to old man Logan because he IS the hottest Logan and I'm ovulating so badly rn I gotta satisfy this craving somehow if I can't actually have him😔

You can find part 1 by clicking here

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• No matter how many times you cum on his cock, old man Logan needs you to give him one more, he loves seeing you cum for him.

• The best things that come with having sex with old man Logan are the intimate, naked cuddles afterwards.

• The closer you and old man Logan get to cumming, the needier and sloppier your kisses become.

• The way you run your hands through his greying hair while you make out has shivers running down old man Logans spine (this is literally the hottest video i have ever seen guys this is getting me too horny, if I can't kiss my man like this i dont want him)

• Old man Logan is more than cabable to drive the limousine with only one hand if his needy girl sits next to him.

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You guys loved the first part, so here is a second. I know, I may sound deprived, but WHO THE FUCK is the guy in the first few videos? Asking for a friend I need to know ASAP🙏🏻

I can't stop watching the fourth video its making my stomach do flips ya'll I wanna make out w Logan like that for hours. Why is life so unfair

Born to be old man Logans wife, forced to write fanfics about him and cry

[fungateshortcakes]

Horse Breeding pt.1

I can't do this anymore, I am tired of holding back, this man makes me so horny im literally so desperate. There, i said it. The whole movie I sat there, wet as fuck, and then he has the fucking nerve to talk about breeding like this PLEASE

Pairing: Jack Clancy (Drover) x fem!Reader

Summary: The tall, sturdy australian man talks about breeding. How could you not get turned on by that?

Wordcount: 1.4k

Warnings/tags: english is not my first language, following the movie Australia (2008), very VERY suggestive but no smut (yet), breeding kink, reader is ovulating and so am i

i wasn’t able to watch the movie in english, so I could only research and try to recreate what Drover said. If it isn't movie accurate, let me know what he actually says and i'll change it <3

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How did you even end up in this situation? Sitting in a car with a sweaty, grimy and bossy cattle drover, while a drunk accountant was squeezed between you.

Your sisters husband, Lord Maitland Ashley, occupied a cattle station here in Darwin, Australia. And Sarah had grown suspicious of him, and his loyalty, specifially. Besides that, it seemed like he was only wasting the money earned from the cattle farm instead of investing it further with logical intent.

Well, that wasnt your problem, really. But your sister wasn’t in a state to travel as of late and she begged you to check on her husband and faraway downs, even force Mailtland to sell the property if you must. Everything to bring him back to england. You couldn't just say no to her, could you?

Right now though, you regretted that decision.

You grimaced as the old man next to you moved his hand to your thigh in his drunken sleep, grumbling and hiccuping as you swatted his hand away, before he got comfortable again.

You swallowed thickly, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, before opening your mouth to speak. "So...Mr. Drover" you started, trying to not sound too posh. Upon your arrival, you had quickly realised that the people here weren't fond of the way you spoke, especially men like Drover. They looked at you like you were just some arrogant english Lady that felt superior over everyone else because she was born into a wealthy, aristocratic family and only complained about the heat in the outback. And somehow, you didn't want to annoy Drover any more than you already had. It wasn’t good to make enemies so early on in your journey, especially when you were depended on their help to navigate around this foreign land.

The man grunted, as if to grant you permission to speak. You swallowed again, trying to find the words. "I see you are an employee of Lord Ashley-" but before you could finish your sentence, Drover chuckled dryly "Lady, I'm not an employee" he corrected you, giving you a long look that you couldn’t quite place. Your cheeks burned and you huffed. "So you're just driving me all the way out to Faraway Downs as a personal favor to Lord Ashley? Surely you must be paid in some way"

Drover shrugged "You could say that. I'm driving you out there because he promised me a drove of 1,500 head of cattle." He grunted out, the steering wheel gliding between his hand effortlessly and...very attractively. "Besides that, he is a good bloke. Knows his way around breeding" he continued like it was the most normal thing in the world.

Your breath caught in your throat, your face heating at the mention of the act of procreation. "B-breeding?" you asked, your voice thin and your heart pounding. Why did him saying that word have such an effect on you?

Drover tilted his hat back "Yes, breeding. We're both dead keen on breeding. I have this idea, which, uh- which he loves." he told you, making your heart jolt, but not from the uneven terrain you were driving on. "Really..." you muttered, looking at him, your mouth slightly agape.

"You might be quite excited about it too, actually. And your sister as well" he smirked, ever so slightly, looking at you. You bit your lip, clenching your thighs together. It was embarrassing, it was wrong, the way you reacted. So immodest of you, you had barely met the man and once you left australia, you would never see him again. And yet, you wanted him to keep talking like this, with his deep, gravelly voice.

"Now, I'm a brumby man, but his fancy English filly, Capricornia, has really caught my eye. I got to admit. She is gorgeous." Drover breathed out, his eyes set on the distance with a heated, dreamy look. It took your breath away. Though, now you felt a little awkward. Of course, he had been talking about horse breeding. You were almost surpised how filthy you thought. And yet you would have given anything for him to look at you while he called you gorgeous so passionately.

But it seemed like you were in luck. Before Drover kept speaking, he turned his head, his eyes trailling over you, half lidded and intense "Really gorgeous. Gorgeous creature." his voice was a deep, slow grumble and you felt something throb eagerly between your legs. He way quiet then, just staring at you. But as he felt a stir in his pants, he cleared his throat and turned his eyes back on the road, much to your dismay.

"I've always wanted to mate an English thoroughbred with a bush brumby. I mean, it'd be magic, wouldn't it? Magic. Imagine that combination..." Drover muttered, too deep in thought, his eyes clouded over as if he was imagining it right this moment. Though it didn’t quite feel like he was only thinking about horses.

Your brain was working in overdrive, but your mouth wasn’t as coordinated and it took you a minute to clear your throat and answer him "Yes, that sounds...good" you whispered, your voice only airy while you fanned your burning face with your hands. You tried to look away from him, but you just couldn’t.

Drover smirked ever so slightly, his eyes set on you and the way you seemed to sweat. "Yeah, you think so, sweetheart?" the name he called you gave you the rest and you caught yourself whimpering quietly, needily. You just nodded, not trusting your voice to speak another word. It was very embarrassing as it was, you didn't have to say more. The air between you and Drover was sizzling hot and heavy, and it wasn’t the humid climates fault.

You didn't want to admit it, but your pussy was aching unbearably and your legs trembled as you pushed them together in hopes to take off some of the pressure.

But the longer you looked into his eyes, these hazel pools of lust and desire, the wetter you got. Did he know what he was causing in you? Your whole life you had been told that it was immodest to fantasize about men that weren't your soon-to-be or already husband. You were supposed to save yourself for marriage. And you didn't have any problem with that. It wasn’t like the men in England were anything of your interest anyway, so it was easy to not let your mind wander.

Of course, you didn't expect that the man you wanted would be a broad-shouldered, sturdy, six foot tall australian man that drove cattle for a living and probably hadn't had a decent shower in years. And god you wanted to jump his bones right about now. If you didn't know it any better, and if there wouldn’t be a drunk man lodged between you, you would have made him pull over to rail you between some bushes and trees.

Speaking of a drunken man, Mr. Kippling Flynn, as you had learned, jolted awake between you after the truck shook from driving over a pothole. It destroyed the tension between Drover and you so suddenly, you couldn't help but gasp.

Flynn looked between you two with a sluggish grin "Drover, why're you so red, ay?" he slurred, leaning onto Drovers shoulder. He grunted annoyed and shoved the other man away. Indeed, Drovers cheeks had a slight dust of pink on them, but you weren't much better. You were burning up and you hadn't been this horny in your entire life.

Mr. Kippling was pushed into your direction, where his alcoholic breath in your face made you grimace "Say missy, did he take me booze?" he asked you weirdly seriously and in a hushed tone, as if Drover wasn’t allowed to hear. You shook your head, still breathless.

He eyed you suspiciously, before his gaze slowly wandered down to his hand, where he held a still half full bottle of liquor.

He cheered, drank a bit, then passed out cold again.

The silence after was deafening. You tried to look over at Drover, see if you could catch his gaze, but he looked straight ahead, his jaw ticking.

Now, this was just awkward...

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please omg I am ovulating so badly and Drover doesn’t make it any better fuuuuck I want him to knock me up with twins good GOD UGNNNHHH MY PUSSY IS PURRINGGGGG

He comes on screen and so do I, he is SO yummy and biggg and strong and broad and fuck rail me daddy

I have so much more unhinged things to say about this man, which you will see in part two of this fic <3

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good FUCKING GOD PLEASE breed me

I just finished watching australia for the first time and FUCK, I can't he is so bossy and big and ugnnnhhhh something is purringggggg

How the hell are there so few Drover x reader fics? Let alone the lack of a breeding kink when this man IS ACTIVELY TALKING ABOUT BREEDING A PUREBLOOD MARE WITH A WILD STALLION AND HOW ITS HIS BIGGEST DREAM HELPPP

D O N T get me started on how he acted with the kids AHHHHHH get me pregnant fuck

speaking of all of that, does anyone want some Drover x reader smut/fluff/angst fics? After watching that movie, I am so motivated to write some. And please, all the other authors out there, please write more Drover x reader fanfictions for me and other people in need, I'll owe you my life🙏🏻 pls tag me

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i just have to say I LOVE LOVE LOVEEEEEEE your fics!! they’re just so damn good like omggg. if you have a taglist please add me! <33

AHHHH THANK YOU <333 That’s so nice I get so giddy every time someone compliments my work like- omg you read it and you liked it too AND you want to see more and even ask for it??? HOW🙏🏻🧎‍♀️

I don’t really have a taglist, I just tag people in specific works sometimes because they asked for it in the comments. But if you want to be tagged all the time, I think I can do that too <3

Speaking of works, I have a few in my backpocket, all aren't quite finished yet (I am also struggling a lil with my health and the real world, so sorry for not being as active) and I wanted to ask:

[fungateshortcakes]

The Best There Is (according to Laura)

I had two old man Logan x reader fics in my drafts but decided to connect them because it made more sense to me. This old man being domestic just does it for me Ughh

Pairing: oldman!Logan x fem!reader

Summary: Parenting comes with challenges Logan never thought he would have to face in his old age; like school drop offs, nosy teachers and career day disasters

Wordcount: 2.8k

Warnings/tags: english is not my first language, age-gap, established relationship, Logan 2017 ending never happened, domestic fluff, violence mentioned, Prisoners 2013 reference, it's just cute old man dad Logan please let me have this, !!!not proofread!!!

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Laura hated school. She had never gone to school before and she was fine, but after Logan and you had taken her under your wing, you put her in a school for her 'education'.

The only thing she needed to be educated in was survival. She hated sitting in a chair for hours, trying to keep still so she wouldn't get scolded. She hated the dumb questions teachers asked, their dumb faces while they got frustrated that the class didn't understand. And She hated math.

But most of all?

She hated that Logan had to pick her up every damn day. Not because of Logan himself or because she wanted to prove that she could walk home on her own, but because every time Logan stepped foot into the classroom to get her-

that one teacher wouldn’t leave him alone.

Her name was Miss Dover. She was pretty, blonde, and always smiling way too much when Logan arrived. She touched his arm, she laughed at things he didn’t mean to be funny.

And Laura?

Laura wanted to throw her backpack at her face. Or get her claws out, but Logan didn’t allow her

Logan already regretted agreeing to pick Laura up every day after the first time he had done so. Of course not because of Laura, but because of Miss Dover. Today was no different. The second he stepped onto the school grounds, surrounded by students who reminded him of the old times in the mansion, there she was.

“Mr. Howlett!” she called out to him in a too friendly manner, flipping her hair over her shoulder to show off. “Right on time, as always.” she smiled and to Logan, it looked like it hurt. He sighed. Here we go.

He only grunted in response, crossing his arms. Don’t engage. Keep it short. Get out.

Miss Dover, of course, ignored all of that. And she was in no way repelled because of Logans clear lack of interest in her. “You know” she started, biting her lip as she looked up at him, “I think it’s so sweet that you take the time to pick Laura up every day. A lot of dads just send a babysitter. I find that very admirable and...amazing”

Logan barely kept himself from rolling his eyes. “Well, she’s my kid.” he deadpanned. He was supposed to pick her up from school, so he did. It was the bare minimum, no need to make a fuss over something that was so self-evident.

Miss Dover beamed at him even after his discouraging answer. “That’s wonderful! A family man.” Logans eye twitched at that. He needed to get Laura and leave. Now.

Laura watched them from the steps of the school entrance, arms crossed over her chest, her pink glasses sitting on top of her head. She glanced at you, who stood beside her, smirking. Logan had begged you to come when he picked up Laura so he could prove to you how persistent and stubborn that one teacher was when it came to flirting with him.

“Should we save him?” you asked the girl beside you. For the record, you weren't jealous. Why would you be? You knew Logan loved you and didn't have eyes for anyone else, if anything, you were pretty amused by his misery. Laura shrugged at your question. “He deserves it.” you snorted a laugh, she had a point “Yeah, but we need him in one piece."

With a sigh, Laura slung her backpack over her shoulder, slipped down her sunglasses so they covered her eyes and marched towards Logan. Miss Dover was still going on about something, being awfully handsy while Logan was so obviously uncomfortable, when Laura reached them. She grabbed Logans sleeve, pulling at it. “Can we go now?” she asked Logan, paying no mind to her teacher. Miss Dovers eyes softened and she let out a coo “Aww. Looks like someone is eager to get home with Daddy” upon her words, Laura stared at her with an unreadable expression. Then, very clearly, very loudly, she said:

“He is married”

Miss Dover blinked. Logan groaned but was silently relieved. It wasn’t the way he thought Miss Dover would find out, but in the end he was glad. Laura pointed directly at you as you approached from the steps. “To her”

Miss Dovers smile dropped as she followed to where Laura pointed. You, meanwhile, finally stepped closer, grinning. “Hi” you greeted cheerfully with a wave, slipping your arm around Logans “I’m his wife” you confirmed with a nod. And judging by Miss Dovers expression, you knew she thought you didn't fit into the family, that you didn't even look like Lauras mom, that you looked way too young and you were overall not a good match in her opinion. You could tell she was about to gossip over this in the teachers lounge. But you couldn’t care less.

Logan exhaled in relief as he felt you settling beside him. Miss Dover turned red. Out of embarrassment or anger, you couldn't tell. Probably the latter. “Oh, I...I had no idea-" she stammered, averting eyecontact and taking a step back, her hand playing with the fabric of her skirt.

“Yeah” Laura said flatly. “Can we go now?”

Logan didn’t wait to answer her. He turned on his heel and walked away, practically dragging you and Laura with him. The three of you walked to his truck in silence. Logan ran a hand down his face as he threw Lauras backpack into the car. “Finally" he grunted as he sat down behind the steering wheel.

You laughed at him “She really doesn’t get the hint, huh?” you noted. Logan twisted the key, rubbing his temples while he drove out of the parking lot. “I swear, next time-”

“Next time” Laura interrupted from behind “you are sending her to pick me up”

Logan frowned, looking through the rear-view mirror at her “Why?”

Laura buckled her seatbelt “Because then she will know you are taken for real. She probably thinks this was a joke or something"

You laughed at that, leaning against Logan. “She’s right, you know. That woman looked like she wasn’t believing her ears when I said I was your wife. You said she was being persistent, I don’t think she will take this seriously” you chuckled, giving his rugged cheek a kiss. Logan sighed defeated "Yeah, yeah” he answered, putting a hand on your thigh while rounding a corner. “Maybe next time, you pick her up”

You grinned, laying your hand over his. He was a little tense. You knew why. He didn't know if you were jealous, maybe you were a little mad but didn't show it. "I'm not jealous, if you think that. Not at all"

Logan raised an eyebrow. Then he looked at you - really looked at you. At the way you fit so perfectly against him. At the way your eyes sparkled with mischief, teasing him. At the way your hand rested over his, like it belonged there. And when he turned his hand to grasp yours tightly, he was holding his heart in his palm. Yeah. You weren't jealous. Because he was yours. And you were his. And nothing was ever going to change that.

Not even when Laura stood in front of Logan a week later, her arms crossed, staring him down despite him clearly towering over her.

“You have to come”

“No, I don’t.”

“Yes, you do”

Logan sighed, rubbing his temples. They had been at this back and forth game for like 10 minutes now “Why?” he grumbled. “Because it’s career day” Laura answered flatly.

He gave her a look that said he cursed the way she was just as stubborn as him “Yeah? So?” he muttered lowly and shrugged. Laura huffed and rolled her eyes. “So” she said, already looking exhausted over the argument “everyone has to bring a parent to talk about their job”

Laura really wanted him to come. Mostly because she was always the black sheep in her class when it came to telling stories, showing emotions and just simply existing. She was different than the other kids, and after what happened to her, she had every right to be. The others picked on her more often than not and while she wanted to let her claws speak for her, Logan had strictly forbidden it. So all she could do was listen to them. It was draining. She just wanted to be normal for once.

Logan knew that, yet he scowled, picking up a can of beer from the fridge "Tell ‘em I’m dead.” he said between chugging down the bitter liquid.

You were sitting on the couch and as you heard their conversation, you couldn't help but snort.

Laura didn’t blink, unfazed “You have to come.”

Logan glared down at her, hating just how much she was like him. He was about to tell her to fuck off and go to her room, but he sighed “Kid, no one wants to hear me talk about drivin' a damn limo.”

Laura shrugged at that, turning on her heel. “Too bad.” she said. And just like that, Logan lost the argument.

And thats how Logan found himself sitting at the front of the classroom, arms crossed, scowl in full force. You stood at the back with a few other parents, your eyes fixated on him. It was fun, seeing him so annoyed. But it also warmed your heart- he sat next to Laura, sitting way taller than she was, his long legs barely fitting under the table. The two were bickering, poking each other back and forth before Laura leaned her head against his shoulder, his arm around her securely. He was it for you. Yes, you were married, but you'd marry him again in a heartbeat.

There were parents that had already gone before him. Firefighters, doctors, a lawyer. A police man sat down in his seat again after his presentation. And now it was Logans turn.

Great.

With a grunt, he stood up, slightly limping over to the blackboard. He could already feel the judgy stares of the other parents. Laura gave him a small thumbs up, and so did you.

Miss Dover, the teacher yes, that one, smiled at Logan “Alright, Mr. Howlett, why don’t you tell us what you do for a living?” she cheered.

Logan exhaled slowly.

"…I drive a limo.”

Silence.

Some of the kids blinked. A couple of parents exchanged unimpressed glances. Then one kid raised his hand. “Like… for famous people?” the young boy asked, looking a bit intimidated by Logans frown.

“Sometimes.” Logan grunted as an answer. Another kid raised her hand, bolder and more confident than her classmahe “What’s the coolest person you ever drove?”

Logan grimaced at her question, but what was he supposed to do? “A drunk guy who puked in my backseat” he replied, looking at his feet while silence spread through the room again. Miss Dover cleared her throat, the tension in the air was awkward “Oh! well, uhm..does your job have any…exciting parts?” she stuttered out, the eyes of the other parents resting on her as if to ask: why the hell did you allow him to come?

Logan stared at her, the question heavy in the room. Did she really want him to tell a bunch of ten year olds about the times he got into fistfights and gun battles with passengers?

“…Not really” he muttered.

From the back, you smiled. You knew exactly what was happening. Logan wasn’t embarrassed about his job, nor did he care about what these people thought. But he cared about Laura. And right now? He felt bad that her dad was a limo driver while other kids got to brag about firefighters and surgeons and stuff.

Your chest ached.

Because he didn’t get it. Laura didn’t care about any of that, she just wanted her dad.

Miss Dover clapped her hands, her cheeks red in slight embarrassement. “Well, let’s open the floor for more questions!” she welcomed the classroom.

Big mistake.

A mom from the third row, blonde, red lipstick, way too interested, raised her hand “So, Mr. Howlett” she started, smiling too much, “do you work long hours?” she nearly purred. Logan tensed a little, rubbing his beard “…I guess.”

Another mom, brunette, twirling her curls around her fingers in a flirty manner, leaned forward. “Must be tough coming home late all the time. Bet it gets lonely.”

You bit your lip, amused, but also a little sorry for the kids that had to witness their moms shamelessly thirst over another kids dad. Laura rolled her eyes and Logan scowled “I’m not lonely.”

The blonde mom giggled, biting her bottom lip “Yeah, I bet with me you wouldn't be” she purred. Jesus, what as up with these women??

Logans jaw clenched in annoyance. He didn't understand how these women could just full on flirt with him while their children were there. Besides that, he, Laura and you had arrived later than everyone else and he had kissed you before sitting down, surely they noticed that? Apparently not, not even the obvious ring on his finger seemed to catch their attention.

You, meanwhile, just waited. Because any second now-

“He’s married.” Laura deadpanned, her arms crossed, saving him yet again.

The brunette mom blinked “Oh” she mumbed, her face burning red. The blonde mom hesitated. "really..?”

Logan, already done with everything, just pointed at you in the back of the room. Every head turned and in any other situation, this would have you highly uncomfortable. But you just grinned. “Hi Ladies” you greeted them. You walked forward to the blackboard, smiling at the way their jealous stares bore into the back of your head. You could tell the women were fuming over the fact that you bagged such a handsome man, but Logan knew only you could truly appreciate him. "We should try and advertise our marriage" you giggled.

Logan grumbled, wrapping an arm around your waist protectively. You smirked up at him, fixing his loose tie “Maybe you should start to wear a sign.” you teased him even more. He rolled his eyes at you “Shut up" he mumbled, but his grip on you tightened. Because you were his. And he wanted to show that.

You didn't even wait for the other parents to have their turn at presenting their jobs. You just took Laura and went out of there, walking back to Logans truck. “That was hell.” he sighed, letting himself fall behind the wheel with a grunt.

You laughed as you closed your door from the passenger seat, slipping your hand into his “You survived"

“Barely.”

Laura climbed into the truck behind you two, buckling her seatbelt “Next time, I’m bringing her” she said, pointing at you. Logan frowned at that, the engine purring to life “What, so she can brag about…what? Painting? Making fun of me?” he grinned smugly, making you want to wipe that smirk off his face.

You returned the grin “I could have given them a whole presentation on how sexy my husband is.” you hummed, leaning in close to his face, your noses touching. Logan chuckled, the sound rich in his chest "Oh, yeah?” he muttered gravelly, leaning in to give you a deep, wet, noisy kiss.

Laura made a gagging noise.

You pulled back with a laugh and Logan turned towards the road as he started driving, a satisfied smile on his lips. You glanced at Laura in the backseat. “So?” you asked. “Were you embarrassed?

She blinked at your question, her brows furrowed, making her look so much like Logan “What?”

You gestured toward Logan next to you, then looked back at her “That your dad is a limo driver.” you stated simply, matter of factly. Lauras frown deepened, like the question itself was stupid. “No.” she said flatly.

Logan glanced at her through the rear view mirror, his brow cocked. "That right?” he asked her, feeling a soft smile creeping onto his lips. She shrugged, looking out the window. “You pick me up every day. You don’t talk too much. You don’t smell weird. You’re fine.”

Your heart swelled and you aww'ed at the two. "Great review, kid.” Logan huffed, but you knew he was feeling proud inside. Laura pulled a juice box from her bag and for a moment, the car was silent.

“Better than the other dads.”

Logan swore his heart just did a giddy flip “Yeah?” he asked, as if he had just heard her wrong. Your expression was soft as you looked at him, your hands curling around his.

Laura nodded wordlessly. And just like that, Logan realized it didn’t matter what he did for work, what he had done in the past. It didn’t define him entirely. Because Laura?

Laura was just happy he was her dad.

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idk how these career days work, I am not american and never had one, I don’t even know if they are that popular im sorry😭

I still have a few unfinished requests in store, i am so sorry everything is taking so long!

[fungateshortcakes]

Logan Howlett p☆rn links

I'm so sorry it's not many, but fucking hell why didn’t anyone tell me how hard it is to find what you're looking for on twitter. It was so difficult for no reason. Elon, your app is shit and so are you

Anyways, I hope you still like them <3

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• Whispering dirty things into your ear, his thrusts desperate but deep so you'd feel old man Logans cock all the way in your tummy

• The rain is tapping against the windows of his truck, and you and origins Logan feel needy for each other

• Sloppy, wet and loose. This is the way 70s Logan has your pussy sounding while he fingers you.

• Trilogy Logan loves these lazy mornings with you. No stress, no hurry, just his cock buried in your cunt while he spoons you, making you moan as he circles your clit slowly.

• Stop fucking you so you can answer Wades phone call? Worst Logan wouldn’t even dream of it.

• It had taken a while to ease old man Logan into this. He was too old for this stuff, he wouldn’t even enjoy it. The way he arches his back when your strap stretches him open tells another shory tho.

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This was such a pain in the ass omg. And I am sorry if any of the hashtags or captions on the website are weird, but no matter what you search, most of it will contain some kind of incest/underage/rape bullshit. So sorry about that :/

Maybe I'll do another, but only if you show this one lots of love bc I can't stress enough how long this took😭