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do you ever wonder if anyone reads your blog like everyday just to check on you 

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No because there is something about him in this specific angle that is making me THROB.

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me actually

too many ideas and no motivation to write too many ideas and no motivation to write too many ideas and no motivation to write too many ideas and no motivation to write too many ideas and no motivation to write too many ideas and no motivation to write too many ideas and no motivation to write too many ideas and no motivation to write too many ideas-

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little useless rant but logan puffing on his cigars really does it for me each time. and the little huff of air he lets around them ?? i’m soaked. might have to write something about this. excuse my horniness</3

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i’m a simple girl

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hii everyone !! i’m so sorry i haven’t been posting a lot or been active here. don’t worry, my logan obsession didn’t go anywhere, & i’m actually seeing hugh in june i’m SO excited. but i’m back with a few more ideas and you guys have been soo sweet to me<3 i appreciate you all so much, i’ll try to get some things posted & get to submissions too.

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i should be allowed to sleep with an emotional support grumpy 200 year old dilf with swoopy kitty hair tuffs who could kill me in an instant but has undying love for me despite all the scars in his heart for cuddling and horny purposes, i think i deserve it

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I dream about whimpering in Hugh Jackman’s biceps. If you don’t what are you doing

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orgasm denial with old man! logan.

warnings : nsfw (MDNI), 18+, afab reader, porn without plot, no use of y/n, established relationship, pet names (logan calls reader sweetheart, doll), daddy kink, orgasm denial, pussy spanking (just once :p).

a/n : this has been in my drafts for a while now, this was originally my first post but i decided to change it! i wanted to post it since i don't think i'll post anything else this month. i'm so in love with this old citizen. i need him so bad. again this is short! (like everything i write lmao), english isn't my first language, feel free to correct me if something is wrong, but already, enjoy ✧⁠\⁠(⁠>⁠o⁠<⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠✧

logan's thick fingers moved in and out of your tight hole, wet, obscene sounds filled the room along with your sweet moans. the tears kept falling, wetting your flushed cheeks. Your legs were kept open as the movements of his hand didn't hesitate to stop, you could feel yourself melting when his other hand found your neck, squeezing it gently, holding you in place.

“don't cry, doll, daddy's got ya." His hoarse voice with its characteristic smell of tobacco whispered in your ear as he chuckled cruelly.

You arched your back as Logan's fingertips touched that gummy spot inside you, his fingers curling inside you over and over. Your nails dug into the old couch as you already felt like you were touching the cloud nine, your breathing becoming more labored, while your walls flutter around his fingers, something that doesn't go unnoticed by Logan. He knew you were close, you just needed a little push, He gave your throbbing clit some extra stimulation.

The night was long and it really comes as no surprise that Logan won't let you cum as punishment, you were being very bratty today. you were so close, you needed to cum so badly.

your moans in a desperate tone muttering multiple pleasepleaseplease a foolish hope that Logan would give you the long-awaited orgasm.

And just as ecstasy was just around the corner, no, inches away, Logan withdrew his fingers, earning a whine from your lips. Your hips rose upward, trying to get his hand there again, just to get a light, soft slap on your clit, causing you to jump a little on his lap. Your eyes filled with tears again, frustrated, sobbing with a little pout on your face.

"Ya could’ve been a good girl earlier," Logan growled in amusement, running his tongue slowly over his fingers covered in your essence. "But nah, ya had to be a brat.”

You tried to move, to rub against him a little for friction, but Logan simply tightened his grip on your hip, pinning you down. His hard, thick erection pressed against your inner thigh, hot even through the fabric of his pants. Your mouth parted, desire rekindling in your lower belly.

“Ya did good, sweetheart. Now let's go to sleep, ya ain't gettin' any more tonight.” He whispered, While wiping away your constant tears, you felt small now, leaving a bittersweet taste on your tongue, he pulled up your panties leaving you wet and needy, ignoring his desire and yours for the sake of your discipline.

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౨ৎ ‎ ♡₊˚・₊✧ Logan has successfully ruined every other man for me. He’s so big, so strong—those biceps? I could just nibble on them. I’ll leave my lipstick marks all over him!! ౨ৎ ‎ ♡₊˚・₊✧

<3

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NO THOUGHTS, JUST JAMIE GETZ/WYATT BOSE!!

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wait do people hate hugh or something? I feel like im lost lmao

no idea lmao, if it’s because of the whole sutton foster thing i just stay out of it tbh. it does seem like a stupid reason to hate him though, especially because nobody really knows the true story i feel like hating him is just exaggerated

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wolverine valentines cards, 1992

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‘lost in his arms’

⋅˚₊‧ 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ logan howlett x f! reader

summary ;

just being held in logan’s arms as he takes care of you.

content warnings ;

age gap, size kink, dirty talk but it’s slight, slight overstimulation (?) implied ddlg

being held in logan’s arms as his hands toy with your body to the point where you’re trembling, and he has to hold you flush to him so you don’t crash out just yet. “shh, baby. i gotcha.” his voice would ring in your ears, keeping you grounded, as your smaller hands would grip at the hard muscles of his arms.

“i can’t, lo.” you’d manage to mumble out shakily, warm breath panting against his neck, as your little thighs trembled around his big hand — threatening to close — as he brought his other one down to prevent that from happening. “yeah you can, darlin’. look at that. you’re doin’ so good for me right now, you have been this whole time. don’t tell me you can’t handle it now.” each word said into your hair as he gently pressed little kisses to the soft locks, his scruff rubbing the warm skin of your forehead: a contrast to the way his fingers were working in tight circles on your over sensitive clit. a hiccup and gasp bubbled up in your throat as the feeling started to stir up a burning feeling in your lower belly.

logan chuckled as he heard this, bringing his face down to yours. he knew you were close. he always did. he pressed his forehead against yours, hands still pressed on your thigh as the other rubbed you a little faster: hearing your pathetic whimpers.

“fuck, you’re just adorable, aren’t ya?” he’d whisper against your forehead, the hand that was on your thigh moving up to grab a small fistful of your soft hair that he had been nuzzling moments before — to make you look up at him, the sight of your eyes all glazed over with tears making him even more desperate to finish you off, give you the pleasure you craved.

“m’ so close— lo—“ you hiccuped, your eyes fluttering shut for a moment with a gasp as his thick fingers slipped through your folds, gliding in and out of the tight, slick warm heat of your hole. it’s making your body tingle and go numb all at the same time, thick fingers spreading you open: and they way they speed up. you feel your little hole fluttering around the intrusion, holding onto it as the feeling of your impending orgasm starts to overwhelm you.

logan lets out a low groan as he feels how tight you’re squeezing just his two fingers, his thumb still working over your puffy clit. he brings your head back up to kiss you, letting all your moans pour into his mouth; before your hands start scratching at his arm.

“fuck, you’re really worked up tonight, ain’ya?” he’d chuckle in disbelief, hearing your whines as he pulled away from the kiss — the way you squirmed under him. “come on, baby. let go. wanna feel your pretty pussy gushing all over my fingers.” he says, proving his words by slightly curling his fingers deep inside you, wanting to hit that soft spot that his cock always did when he would be inside you. the feeling was too much, and with a whine that was muffled by pressing your face into logan’s neck, your high reached it’s peak — spilling all over his thick fingers.

logan groaned as he felt the sticky warmth, keeping his fingers inside you till you were panting and squirming away from him. without hesitation, he brought them up to his mouth, tasting the sweet tang of your essence on his tongue. a taste he’d never get tired of.

“tastes fuckin’ delicious, sweetheart. did so good too,” he praised, watching your flushed face as you leaned back against the pillows: still trying to come down from that high as it reached an end.

once his words registered into your mind, he was already shifting closer to you and pulling your little panties up and over your pretty hips, the feeling making you flutter as you sighed. “felt good, lo.” you mumbled contentedly, and logan couldn’t help but scoop your body up into his bigger arms, pressing a sweet kiss to the crown of your head.

“mm, yeah. ‘m sure it did, angel. glad i could make you feel better.”

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GUYSSSS 💔💔 what is this lack of logan / hugh content . i miss some of my fav logan writers & moots so bad like where did they go hello ?? or is just me. but i lowkey i feel like the fandom’s dying we can not have that happening pls🙏

(i also cannot talk because i was gone for a little while too help, i was just on another tumblr account. but i missed you guys so much i can’t even lie)

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‘feverish nights’

⋅˚₊‧ 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ ‘x-men’ logan howlett x gn! reader fluff but sexual themes implied

specifically put ‘x-men’ in here because it’s when his two little kitty tufts are prominent:3 (ex: the gif). i love them sooo much waah i had to write smth about them y’all omfg. i thought of logan in x2 here but you can take anyone you want really, just keep in mind those are mentioned.

summary ;

logan’s ruts are coming early, making him feel feverish and unable to sleep. you try to help him ease back down.

it’s the dead of night in the heart of winter. logan has you curled up to his body, a thick, meaty arm wrapped around your lower stomach through the t-shirt you’re wearing. however, it’s hard to stay peacefully asleep when all the man can do is toss and turn. you’re just trying to sleep, for christ’s sake, and he can’t stop being restless. eventually, you just give up and shift away from him, curling up to the pillows with a little grunt. he reached out for you, but groaned in response to not having your warm body against his anymore or in reach, the discomfort finally managing to stir him awake.

the realisation also made him grumble to himself and try to go back to sleep — but it was difficult; he was starting to burn up and even after removing his shirt and throwing the sheets to the side, he couldn’t seem to cool off at all, a sheen of sweat matting down the dark hair on his chest, and even starting to bead on his forehead.

that’s when he knew he had to get up, at least wash his face if not shower.

however, as he got up, he groaned again, feeling lightheaded and hazy.

this definitely wasn’t normal.

once he finally managed to walk and get his balance — using the wall as guidance — he entered the adjacent bathroom: grabbing a towel and dunking it under cold water as soon as he turned the sink on, wiping his forehead and taking a glance at himself in the mirror.

he looked awful. his hair was messy, face slick and shiny with sweat, as he wiped at the stickiness that began forming back on his face almost immediately again. it felt like a fever but then again, he rarely caught those, no, he basically never did.

it would have been too out of place, but it being anything else wouldn’t have made sense either. his thoughts however were interrupted as he heard your voice speak up, because in his absence, you had started to wake up too — turning around in an instant to look at you standing in the doorframe.

“lo? what’s going on?” you’d mumble tiredly, rubbing your sleepy eyes. a little growl bubbled up in logan’s throat at the sight of you, all sleepy and pretty like you always were, he tried to ignore the little tug he felt in his boxers.

“nothin’, bub. jus’ a fever.” he merely managed to grunt out, turning back to the sink to heavily sigh, his hands holding onto the sides of it tightly for balance, but it was clearly more than that.

“fever?” you asked, echoing his words. you didn’t believe that for a second, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion and instant worry as you walked over to him, taking advantage of the way he instinctively turned his head to look down at you: allowing you to press the back of your hand against his hot skin, which felt ice cold compared to him. “baby, you’re burning—we need to go to the medical lab.”

he immediately shook his head at your concerned words, shutting off the idea in an instant. “no, no. ‘m fine, trust me. besides, it’s too early to go now. don’t wanna wake anyone else up for this, ‘s stupid.” he huffed, pulling away from your hand. but to you it wasn’t stupid. his words made you sigh; you hated when he’d deny he needed any help.

“logan— no, come on, baby, this is serious. we gotta get you help.” you started arguing, trying to at least even get him to look back at you again as he was now just hunched over the sink. and his breath did hitch for a moment when you called him baby, which was unusual, it had him feeling tingly inside.

he finally turned his head to look at you, still sweaty, as he tried to stand up straighter. “darlin’, told you ‘s fine— nothing more than just a—“ he paused, his eyes almost squeezing back shut as suddenly a wave of dizziness overcame him again, a curse leaving his mouth as he gripped onto the sink tightly again, so as not to lose his balance. this didn’t help ease your concern at all, as you quickly tried to help him balance himself. “l-logan— listen to me-“ you said, trying to keep him conscious too as you noticed him start to lose it: but it was hard to focus on even keeping him upright, your body trying to hold his up had him feeling worse and hotter.

“baby, up, gotta stay up— let’s get you back to bed,” your words floated hazily around in his clouded mind, and you were starting to struggle with him as he didn’t want to cooperate still. you were trying your best and he groaned, leaning up against you, his hand still gripping the sink tightly.

“enough, listen, ‘m fine, just need to sit down, alright?” he grunted, his body so close to yours now you could feel the warmth radiating off of him. you huffed at his words and rolled your eyes, but sat him down on the closed toilet seat.

“okay, okay. just sit and stay there, i’m gonna get something. i’ll be right back.” you told him, hearing him grumble faintly as you left the bathroom — he hated it, hated how you told him to ‘sit’ and to ‘stay’ like he was some damn dog, but yet, the thought stirred something up in him, and made him burn up even more.

thankfully, it wasn’t long before you came back into the bathroom: with what looked like some ice cubes wrapped up in a cold rag. you walked back over to him, standing in between his spread thighs, his big hands instinctively going up to paw at your waist and hips as he tilted his head up at you so you could press the cold rag to his forehead — a low groan and sigh of relief leaving his lips as the coldness made contact with his burning skin.

“that’s it, feels better, doesn’t it?” you sighed, one hand keeping the coldness pressed to his forehead and the other starting to run through his hair, through the little tufts on his head.

“mmph.” he grumbled, feeling as you then moved it to press against his neck, hearing a slight wince from him before he eased into it — your little ‘shh’s’ shushing him too.

he leaned back against the toilet seat, only serving to make you giggle softly as you took the cold rag from his face and instead started to rake your fingers through his coarse hair, scratching gently at the little two tufts on them. “let’s get you back to bed now, lo. get some rest for the morning, hm?” you hummed, to which he grumbled again — but didn’t protest. you helped him up and to the bedroom, feeling him collapse onto the bed instantly; the mattress sinking down slightly with his weight. you chuckled and got into bed with him, not even bothering to pull the covers over you two as he was already hot enough.

“thanks for… takin’ care of me, darlin’..” he mumbled hoarsely, his throat slightly scratched up, as he glanced over at you: your eyes looking back at him softly, illuminated by the pale moonlight that highlighted your small smile at his words, as you pressed a kiss to his cheek, the scruff there grazing your lips, and slipped your bare thigh between his own.

“anytime.”