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mommaudders12 · 5 months ago

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Decided to write a second part to the story I wrote yesterday. I'm going to just add the second part to the first to make it one story.

NSFW!

Warnings: breastfeeding both baby and Logan, hanky panky n such, 18+ please!

Liquid Gold

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You're baby lays soundly asleep in their bassinet beside you, cooing and wiggling in their sleep. Most children who are mutants take a while to show their powers- but not your baby. You smile, watching your baby boys long, fuzz tipped tail swish in his dream, little soft bovine like ears twitching. The father ran as soon as he saw the tail of your son in utero, but you wouldn't change him for the world. Little did you know, you had a hidden mutation of your own- or just took a baby for it to show.

Once you discovered your little one was a mutant, Xavier happily opened his doors to you. He never had anyone besides his x men and students stay at the school, but your little one would be attending the school sooner or later, so might as well come to stay. Little did Charles know that you would be a valuable asset to the team.

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"Mmmmroo!"

"Yes, very good, my sweet boy!"

Your little one rolls across the carpet with his array of toys that had been gifted by the x men. He giggles and shakes a chicken shaped rattle as you rock gently on your rocking chair, pump strapped to your nursing bra. Your little man was quite the eater! He could slam back fourteen ounces easy in one feeding, so your body has learned to keep up. The being said, you are now very much an overproducer. Your breast pump pumps away while you fill up a large bottle (Ororo likes to feed him) as well as a few freezer bags for your stash.

*Knock knock*

Your eyes meet none other then Logan, leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Ey, bub. Lil bub."

He wiggles his fingers at your son in the floor. Baby boy giggles and attempts to army crawl towards Logan.

You move your hands over the flange area of your pump to cover the areola you can see through the plastic.

"Oh, evening, Lo!"

You give him a big smile. Logan sees that you are pumping and adverts his eyes by looking up at the ceiling fan.

"Uh... *ehem* I was just talking to Chuck. He wants to have a meeting with you and hank-"

You notice your collecting cup is getting full, so you stop your pump quick to switch cups. Logans eyes advert from the fan down to the cup in your hand.

"The two of them would like... to talk about... your son-"

You grab the large glass jug off your night stand and pour the contents of the cup into it, milk splashing as it fills a third of the way. Logan runs his hand over his sideburns and along the back of his neck. You screw the cup back on and turn the pump to on. Logan can't help but watch your nips being pulled into the neck of the flange, pulling the milk from you wish a psssh psssh psssh pssssh.

"Shit- hank believes you milk may be of- I MEAN SON-"

you look up at Logan and cock an eye at him. Getting a little distracted now, are we? Logan is practically drooling at the thought of your warm milk sitting on the dresser beside you. His animal instincts may be more powerful than he thought. His mutation, while he has animalistic tendencies like having a rut, also makes him have cravings that he never knew he had. The milk in the fridge for cereal doesn't do this to him, why is this got him cranked? His nose twitches as the sweet, sugary scent of the warm milk wafts through the air to his nose. Distraction! He knees down to your son who has finally made his way over to him and picks him up. Little mans little fingers instantly make their way up to logans beard and grabs a handful, squealing at logans response to the abrupt pulling.

"Gah! Easy, bud!- they would like to talk about the findings from his last check up with hank. They believe he is going to be very powerful. He is definitely more human than animal, so he will be able to... talk-"

Your other cup is now full so you unscrew it and dump it into the glass jar, filling up the container over half way. Logan is now visibly drooling. You take notice in this, now realizing why he has been acting so strange- the kitty is thirsty. Your cheeks turn flush at the idea of a grown man wanting to drink your milk. You chuckle to yourself.

"Go get me a cup."

Logan pauses and looks at you with a cocked eyebrow.

"Say what?"

"You heard me, ya big weasel, go get me a cup."

A moment of silence plagues the room before Logan shuffles out of the room still holding your son. He returns with a red solo cup and your son now covered with lipstick marks on his face and a half nibbled strawberry in his grip. He hands the cup to you and continues to talk.

"Hank also tested little mans blood and noticed a new compound in it that he believes may have come from you-"

You unscrew the collection up from your pump and pours the contents into the red solo cup. The milk is what is near the end of your pumping session, so it is rich and full of butter fat. You pull your pump pieces from your bra and set them to the side before handing the freshly pumped cup of milk to Logan. Logans cheeks flush bright red as he stares at the cup for a good five seconds before setting your baby on the floor and taking a seat next to him. He slowly takes the cup from your hand and sniffs, nose visibly twitching as he does so. He glances up at you as to ask permission one last time before bringing his lips to the cup and taking a small sip. All of the pain and sorrows of the day seem to melt away as your warm milk slides down his throat. He let's out a sign before knocking the whole cup back like a drink at the bar. Once his drink is finished, he let's out a gentle sigh and almost hangs his tongue from his mouth, eyes half lidded.

"Good?"

Logan flinches out of his trance to look up at you seeing a wide smirk on your face. He clears his throat and wipes his mouth before standing up and wiping his hands on his shirt as to try to bring back whatever ounce of masculinity he just lost. A heat begins to grow in his stomach and radiate out into his organs and through his extremities. A feeling of comfort, safety, and healing pumps through his veins, taking over what negative feelings were in its way.

"Ho... holy shit..."

You tilt your head to the side as to ask him what was up. Logan scoops your baby up in his arms and hands him to you before grabbing the full glass of your milk in one hand and your arm in the other.

"WERE GOING TO SEE CHUCK-"

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You sway yourself back and forth on the cold metal table in hanks lab as your little boy gently suckles on your breast. The two on you have wires connecting to your forehead and chest area to read any changes to your body. a centrifuge spins your and your sons blood on the table next to you, beakers bubble, and monitors hum while your son is calm as can be eating away. Hank sits feet away, hunched over a high powered magnifier looking at your milk.

"Incredible."

The Beast removes his glasses and wipes them with his pointer finger and thumb to adjust to the new light.

"What I am seeing is, to put it bluntly, your milk is almost the equivalent of logans regenerative mutation."

You snap your head up at the word mutation.

"You're telling me that... I'm a mutant as well? Is that what I'm hearing?"

Hank motions to you silently asking to come closer. You nod, not to worried about him gawking at your breast since he is very professional, and he uses his heels to roll over to you.

"Technically, yes. It is very much possible. Your mutation just never made its appearance until you had him."

He runs his blue thumb gently across your sons hair line, moving his soft sandy hair back away from his horn buds. Little man let's out a soft mrrr and grabs a handful of your shirt, still eating away.

"There is still many more tests that i am able to do if you don't mind. I would like to talk to Charles as well about these findings. You may be a very pertinent member of our team, my dear."

He gives you a wink and scribbles on a notepad, occasionally glancing up at the screen showing the readings from the electrodes attached to you and your son.

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"I knew there was something special about you, girl!"

Rogue exclaims as she bounces little man on her knee. He squeals and flaps his little arms, tail swishing as he bounces.

"Heh, I guess so. I was almost done processing that my son is a mutant, now I have this to process as well? My life has taken a complete 180 in a matter of months!"

"Well, I don't know about you, but I wouldn't change it for nothing! We love having you here, sug'! Not just because you brought this little honey bun with you either!"

She pulls your son into a bear hug and he wraps his arms around her forearm, taking her thumb in his mouth and munching on it.

"Pff. Thanks, Anna. I honestly love it here as well. At first it was incredibly nerve wracking. Heck, the first mutant that I ever seen in person, or at least that I think I've seen is my son. His father, as soon as he saw the tail and ears on the ultrasound... he ran... we went to sleep that night and then the next morning he was gone... he packed a suitcase and just..."

You tear up as the memory comes back like a bad dream. Rogue sets your son in your lap and wraps her arms around you in a side hug from the couch.

"Eh, who needs men anyways. You got us now, right, Lo!?"

Logan clambers into the community room, clad in a wife beater and sweatpants and some sneakers.

"Hm?"

He scratches behind his ear then shoves his hands in his pockets.

"I was just sayin' how happy we are that y/n is part of the family!"

"Oh, uh yea... extatic."

A light blush tints his cheeks. Little man sees Logan and gives a big gummy smile, wiggling out of your arms to be sat on the floor. He falls over to his side and wiggle worms his way over to Logan. Logan squats down and patiently waits for him to finally make his way over to him before picking the baby up, giving him a soft toss, and holding him on his hip.

"Come on, Lil bub, let's go raid the fridge. J bet they have blueberries. I wonder who would like some blueberries-"

Baby boy half moo squeals as the two of them make their way to the kitchen.

"Logan is so good with him, isn't he? It seems like every time he sees Lo he lights up! Too bad Logan never raised any of his own kids, he would of been a wonderful father-"

You zone out as you watch Logan open the fridge and hold your son up to it, letting him look through the fridge himself before grabbing the carton of blueberries by himself. Logan chuckles and grabs a drink before setting him on the counter snd opening the carton of berries for your son.

"Girl, you still listening to me, or are you too busy gawkin' at logan?"

You flinch from being pulled out of your trance and snap your head back to look at rogue!

"Ah! Oh, yea sorry just.... keeping an eye on the mini... yea... he would of been great."

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You sip a cup of coffee as Ororo plays with little man on the floor, making a mini tornado in her hand with the yogurt puffs he is snacking on. He one at a time snags one from the hand tornado and shoves one in his mouth, giggling away.

"Ey, y/n. Chuck told me all about hanks findings. Welcome to the mutant crew."

"Thanks, i guess. Still getting used to it!"

Logan plops down beside you on the couch with his own mega pint of coffee and takes a sip. Little man had just nursed, but your one side is very engorged. You scrunch your nose and run your hand across the top of your breast in attempt to alleviate the pain and discomfort.

"Hey, Ror, would you mind watching him for a bit? I need to take care of some business."

You motion to your chest.

"Go ahead, he is safe with me!"

He snatches the last yogurt puff and shoves it in his mouth before giving a few claps and doing the "all done" hand motion.

"Yeees, handsome boy, all done!"

You kneel next to him, give him a smooch on the forehead, ruffle his hair, then stand up to make your way back to your room. With one last sip of your coffee, you make your way back to your room. Logan watches from the corner of his eye as you walk past him and back the hallway. After a few seconds he silently stands up and makes his way back the hallway as well.

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Vrrrr vrrrrrr vrrrrr vrrrrrr

Your pump makes its rhythmic song as it pumps away. You doom scroll on YouTube, watching shorts from your favorite YouTubers as the collection cup quickly fills.

Knock knock

You lift your eyes to see the door slightly agar and two hair tufts sticking out from behind it.

"Logan? You're not very sneaky, I can see you."

With a huff, he opens the door, slides in, and closes the door behind him.

"Need any company?"

He stands with his back against the door waiting for your blessing to let him come in further.

"Sure. Why not. You can help me bag this. I need to fill another beaker with this then I'm gonna probably bag the rest of it. I think hank wants a certain amount in each bag. Since I have such a huge supply in the freezer already, I don't mind giving the rest to the school."

You hand Logan the box with the beaker and fancy sterile bags to Logan and hand him a bottle of hand sanitizer to rub into his hands before touching anything.

"Oh, uh... OK, sure. I don't mind being put to work."

He shoots you a smirk and rubs the sanitizer into his hands.

"Here, fill that beaker for me, please."

You unscrew the collection cup and hand it to him before screwing on an all new cup for sanitary reasons.

Logan lifts the beaker and cup up to eye level to make sure he doesn't spill any of the liquid gold while pouring. The sweet smell of the milk wafts under his nose again, distracting him from the task at hand. He swallow hard, almost visibly shaking as he slowly pours the milk into the beaker. Once he fills the beaker to the line, he sets the beaker on the table beside him. Without thinking, he brings the collection cup to his mouth, licking a wide strip across the rim of the cup to catch any stray drips. The two of you pause for a second and make the most awkward eye contact you have ever fathomed.

"Um.... I don't think I can use that cup for freezing milk this pump anymore-"

"Fuck, I am SO SORRY, I-"

"No, no it's OK! I know the kitty gets thirsty for mama's milk."

You flash a shit eating grin at him, causing him to almost drop the cup on the floor.

"Go ahead, sug', you can have it now. Not like I can use it now anyways."

"I- w... i- uh-"

Logan stumbles over his words before finally clearing his throat, taking in a deep breath and taking a sip. The familiar heat radiates through him yet again as he slowly savors the rich, sweet cream gliding over his tongue and down his throat. He finishes the cup, almost whimpering a he looks at the empty cup in front of him. So pitiful.

"Still thirsty, huh?"

He almost gives you puppy eyes as he looks up from the cup, low key looking rather sad.

"Well damn, Logan."

He clears his throat and goes to stand up, which you stop him from doing by grabbing his wrist.

"I'm sorry, Lo, I didn't mean to pick on ya-"

"No, it's not that its.... I don't know. I really need to go-"

"Stay... please...."

He turns, making solid eye contact for a few seconds before placing his hand on the back of your neck, pulling you from your rocking chair into his lap on the floor, and bringing your lips to his. You wrap your legs around his waste and lock your ankles at his back. Logans free hand runs along your spine as his other hand slinks through your hair. Between quick kisses and nibbles, Logan pulls his unbuttoned flannel off and tosses it to the side, never miss a beat. He gently lowers you to the floor on your back, your legs still wrapped around his waste.

"Oh, you have no idea how long I've been wanting to do this, princess-"

His hands wonder along your stomach and under your shirt.

"Watching you every day with that little boy of yours, having you all to himself- I'm sure he wouldn't mind sharing, eh?"

His hands grab the hem of your shirt and peel it off of you before he dives into your neck, leaving nips and kisses as he goes.

"You have no idea how bad I've wanted to make you mine-"

His hands slink down your sides to the waistband of your leggings, tugging on them trying to push them down. You unhook your legs from behind him and lift your hips up, letting him pull your leggings off. His belt is soon to go as he quickly undoes it, whips it out of the loops and tosses it into the pile of discarded clothes. Using one hand, he peels off his wife beater shirt, panting like a dog feeling like he can't get undressed fast enough.

"Im gonna make you mine, princess."

He lowers himself back onto you and leaves a trail of kisses from your collar bone down to your navel. You lift your arms above your head and close your eyes, soaking in thr feeling of his sideburns and teeth leaving little love bites as he goes. His calloused fingers slip under the lacey hem of your panties and slowly slides them off.

"Pretty in pink, even prettier without them."

He secretly slides your panties into his pocket. Perv.

Logan places a hand next to your head to hold himself up above you as his other hand rubs circles on your clit, drawing little moans and bucks out of you.

"Atta girl, make those pretty noises for me. That's it."

You bring a hand up to your breast and cup it. Logan quickly grabs your hand and raises an eyebrow.

"A-aht, don't get too worked up now, that's my job."

He places your hand back above your head pinning it there before bringing his mouth to your nipple and licking a small circle around your areola.

"Ah- Lo!"

"Easy, mama, I got ya."

He takes your nipple into his mouth and gives a slight suckle, drawing foremilk from it. He almost purrs as he drinks you up.

"Damn. It's even better from the tap!"

You let out a soft chuckle. Logan undoes his jeans and slides them down far enough to release his member, springing from his boxers and hitting his stomach with a thwap. He wipes his hand across your soaked can't and uses your juice to rub over his cock before lining up to your opening. He looks up at you one more time as for a last minute nod of approval, then slides into you very slowly. Jeez, he's big. You let out a whine and close your eyes tight.

"Ssssh shh sh I got ya, you're doing so well."

He takes his time sliding into you until he is bottomed out, waiting to move until your ready. With a sniffle, you buck your hips to tell him you're ready. He lowers himself again over you, elbow proping himself up with one arm and the other to grab a handful of boob meat. As he slowly thrust into you, he brings your nipppe back into his mouth and helps himself to the buffet. The heat from your liquid gold and the feeling of your cunt has him almost in shambles. You wrap your arms around his neck and dig your nails into him, bringing a third feeling of pleasure to him. With every thrust, an ah ah ah ah spills out of you. Not caring if anyone hears. Thr heat builds in your abdomen and you clench down on logans member, making him lift his head up from yoir breast to let out a growl, baring his sharp canines.

"Ah ah- damn, that's hot, Lo- ahah"

He chuckles. Still showing his teeth. He speeds up, giving more forceful but sloppy thrusts getting near his climax as well. Milk rolls down the sides of your breasts as they bounce freely. You can tell he is near the end as he clenches his teeth and lowers his head to your neck, speeding up his pace to an inhuman speed. Without warning, he wraps his arms under your arms into a lock and pushes his hips deep into you, locking you two together as he finishes, flushing his warm seed deep into your womb. The two of you pant in unison, attempting to catch your breath. Logan lifts his head from your neck and touches his forehead to yours. You two give a winded chuckle. Still connected, Logan lifts you back up onto his lap and wraps his arms around you in a hug.

"Mmmmh my girl."

You smile, wrapping your arms around his neck with a big sigh.

"Come on. Let's get you cleaned up, mama."

He stands up, you still latched onto him like a koala, and carries you to the bathroom. He sets you on the toilet seat and starts the shower for you.

"You relax and take a shower. I'll go get our boy from Ororo-"

Our boy? A tear rolls down your cheek as Logan gives you a kiss on the forehead before buttoning his pants and leaving the bathroom.

The past six months have been a doozy for you and your little one. From losing the man you thought was going to be your forever, to having a mutant son, to finding out that your a mutant yourself- now all of that isn't seeming like much now that you have the X men... especially Logan. You slide into the shower and let the hot water run across your chest.

Things are looking up for you and your little one, mama.

Tadaaaa. Hope you enjoyed it!

#breast milk #breastfedbaby #breastfeeding #logan howlett #logan howlett x reader #wolverine #wolverine x reader #wolverine x you #wolverine smut

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mommaudders12 · 5 months ago

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Ok, this story is very different. I read a story from @shybluebirdninja yesterday and it sparked an idea. I'm a breastfeeding mom, so this one was quite an easy write.

Warning: breastmilk drinking!

18+ please!

Logan/wolverine x mutant reader, breastmilk drinking, infant mentioned multiple times

Liquid Gold

Your baby lays soundly asleep in their bassinet beside you, cooing and wiggling in their sleep. Most children who are mutants take a while to show their powers- but not your baby. You smile, watching your baby boys long, fuzz tipped tail swish in his dream, little soft bovine like ears twitching. The father ran as soon as he saw the tail of your son in utero, but you wouldn't change him for the world. Little did you know, you had a hidden mutation of your own- or just took a baby for it to show.

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"Mmmmroo!"

"Yes, very good, my sweet boy!"

*Knock knock*

Your eyes meet none other then Logan, leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Ey, bub. Lil bub."

He wiggles his fingers at your son in the floor. Baby boy giggles and attempts to army crawl towards Logan.

You move your hands over the flange area of your pump to cover the areola you can see through the plastic.

"Oh, evening, Lo!"

You give him a big smile. Logan sees that you are pumping and adverts his eyes by looking up at the ceiling fan.

"Uh... *ehem* I was just talking to Chuck. He wants to have a meeting with you and hank-"

You notice your collecting cup is getting full, so you stop your pump quick to switch cups. Logans eyes advert from the fan down to the cup in your hand.

"The two of them would like... to talk about... your son-"

"Shit- hank believes you milk may be of- I MEAN SON-"

"Go get me a cup."

Logan pauses and looks at you with a cocked eyebrow.

"Say what?"

"You heard me, ya big weasel, go get me a cup."

"Hank also tested little mans blood and noticed a new compound in it that he believes may have come from you-"

"Good?"

"Ho... holy shit..."

You tilt your head to the side as to ask him what was up. Logan scoops your baby up in his arms and hands him to you before grabbing the full glass of your milk in one hand and your arm in the other.

"WERE GOING TO SEE CHUCK-"

I could keep writing on to this if anyone is interested in a part two! Let me know¡!

#breast milk #breastfeeding #logan howlett #logan howlett x reader #wolverine x reader #wolverine x you #wolverine

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mommaudders12 · 6 months ago

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Here is my story for @yxtkiwiyxt and @lubdubology loveuary story conglomeration logan.... collection... you get the idea.

My prompt was "old man logan" with "At last" by Etta James.

I'd you haven't heard the song before, I suggest you listen to it before reading for maximum tooth rottening goodness.

No warnings since this is tooth rottening fluff.

Based in the early 60s, but Logan is somehow still old man logan??? Less old man- idono, he's still old man!

60s era, baking, giant age gap, slight tush grabbing, housewife Vibes, GET THE TOOTHBRUSH cuz you're gonna need it after this.

You're busy making a perfect dinner for your man's, while unbenounced to you he is watching. Thank you, sterio and Etta for creating the perfect romantic moment!

The smell of a fresh strawberry pie wafts through the kitchen of your small cottage. Your kitchen timer hollers as you scramble about trying to locate your potato masher and an extra pot holder.

"Uuuugh, frankie, where did I set that pesky masher!"

Your Persian cat, daintily purched in the window sill, let's out gentle brrrt in response.

"Tonight just has to be perfect! It just has to!"

You quickly turn the pages of your cookbook back to the page for potatoes au gratin.

Tonight, the man that you have been going steady with is coming over for dinner- valentines day dinner. Some may say he's too old for you, but he sure is a charmer. Although he is older than most fellas you would choose, you just couldn't say no to him! With his salt and peppery hair, broad shoulders, deep husky voice- sure, he looks at least 60, in reality is probably over 150, but my goodness is he a looker. Not only that, but he treats you like the princess that you are! He is definitely worth all the extra time and effort. You even worked overtime to be able to afford the ham roast!

"By golly, frankie, I didn't even need the potato masher... wait, was I supposed to boil the potatoes first?"

Frankie's golden yellow eyes slowly blink back at you as his silver tail swishes back and forth over your sink faucet below him, slowly knocking a sponge and the soap dispenser into the sink bowl. Very helpful, Frank, thank you.

"I wasn't supposed to boil the potatoes!? I have no more potatoes in my bin! Guess we're just having regular potatoes this evening. That's upsetting.... the search for the masher continues, frankie!"

You tuck your hair into your silk bandana and dig through the cabinets.

Knock knock

Ugh, not now, you don't have time to talk. You continue to dig through cabinets oblivious to the sound of your front door quietly opening and closing. You're too busy jigging while the song "the twist" plays over your sterio in the living room. Your knee length shift sways back and forth to the movement of your hips as you swing your way across the kitchen, humming along to the new hit song. Behind you, the older gentleman, Logan, who managed to quietly slink his way through the house, leans his shoulder against the entry to the kitchen, arms crossed with a slight smirk across his face.

"Ah, there it is! Dinner is saved, frankie!"

With a brrrt, frankie hops off the window sill and trots his way over to Logan, rubbing himself against his leg. You, still oblivious to Logan in the entryway, begins to add butter to the potatoes and mash them with your new Betty crocker potato masher.

Logan takes this moment to make his way over to you, placing his strong calloused hands on your hips where your apron strings set. With a yelp, you spin around meeting eyes with your man.

"Oh, goodness gracious, logan, you about scared the socks off a me!"

He let's out a deep chuckle and brings his hand up behind your head, cradling your neck and bringing your forehead to his chin.

"Somethin' smells delicious, darlin'."

"Oh, I'm nowhere near done! I messed up on the potatoes, I just put the ham in not even thirty minutes ago- you're early! Oh my goodness, i-"

He brings his hand up to your cheek and rubs his thumb across it, moving the little bit of hair away from your eyes.

"I have all evening, doll."

His other hand strays behind your back, tugging at your apron strings. A soft crimson spreads across your cheek as he slides the apron over your head and to the floor.

"Yaaaalrighty, that was "the twist" by chubby checker! Next up, we have a brand new song for you hip cats out there, here's Etta James with "At Last!"

Logan pauses and lifts his head up to listen to the new song. A soft orchestra of violins slither its way through the sterio to a soft beat. Your eyes meet as you bring your hands up to logans broad shoulders. Logans large hands slither their way down your back and come together at the small of your back, pulling you close to him.

🎶 At Last, my love has come along- 🎶

You bring your head to his chest and close your eyes as the two of you begin to sway back and forth to the music. Logans thumb rubs at your spine lovingly, bringing a smile across your rose painted lips.

🎶 my lonely days are over and life is like a song 🎶

A hand cheekily slides it's way to your bottom, grabbing a handful of meat playfully, bringing a chuckle from you and a playful slap to his shoulder. Frankie makes his way over to the two of you and rubs his head against both of your legs as you share this new moment together.

🎶 my heart was wrapped up in clover thr night I looked at you 🎶

An aura of joy, love, safety surrounds you in this bonding moment between the two of you. Logans breath hitches. he brings his hand up to his face, wiping away a stray tear that had accumulated on his lower lid. The wolverine, after 150 odd years of fighting, running, and all around heartache and pain has found his weakness. For once in his life, He has found home, he feels safe.

🎶 oh and then the spell was cast and here we are in heaven- for you are mine at last🎶

The violin music fades and comes to an end. You lift your head up to look at Logan. His cheeks are flushed and his eyes glisten with tears. He wraps his arms around your waste, bringing you into a tight hug.

"Mmmh I love you, darlin'."

"Happy valentines day, ya big weasel."

You steal a smooch. You stand in the embrace for quite some time until Logan lifts his head and smells the air. He cocks his head.

"Is something.... burning?"

You lean back from your hug and look around.

"I... I don't think I had anyth- I LEFT THE GREENBEANS ON THE STOVE-"

#wolverine x reader #logan howlett #wolverine #logan howlett x reader #wolverine x you #old man logan #Klloveuary2025

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mommaudders12 · 6 months ago

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Here's something a little new. How about a wolverine x reader! Why not!? This one was written for a friend!

Logan/wolverine x reader

NSFW!!! No one under 18, plez.

Warnings: public s3x, s3x in general, casually funny smut

You've been invited to go out to eat with a few of the x men crew! Who knew Logan had such a good sense of smell, though?

You're not sure how, but you've managed to get yourself befriended by a few x men. One thing led to another at a pizza joint with a claw machine and a specific red and white haired mutant, and now you're an honorary x men... minus being a mutant. You just like hanging out with them when they're free. Kurt even invited you to dinner with them tonight! Your phone is pinging and buzzing from the group chat being blown up from Jean and Scott arguing over which restaurant to go to.

Jean: you know, it's been a while since we've been to a Japanese steakhouse.

Scott: the last time we went to a steakhouse, I got salmonella!

Jean: who in their right mind asks for their shrimp to be raw?

Scott: everything else on the sushi bar is raw!

Your eyes roll while you type out a message to the group chat.

You: ok, yall, what about applebees.... or Texas roadhouse. I've seen Kurt absolutely destroy some baskets of bread from roadhouse.

Kurt: ich mag brot 🤤

You let out a chortle at his quick response. That boy does like some bread.

After a bit of arguing and a few more ridiculous remarks from Scott, everyone decided on the tex-Mex joint down the street. They also have a very nice bar with beer on tap and an endless selection of mixers. Who doesn't like a tall glass of Corona and unlimited chips and salsa! You have around two hours to relax and slowly get ready until you have to meet them there. The closet door creaks as you open it to find a cute outfit. The restaurant isnt fancy, but you still would like to look nice.

A corset tie in the back baby blue sundress catches your eye, so you snatch it and kick through the pile of shoes at your feet to find the white flats that you normally wear with it. Now the question is- steak quesadilla or Supreme nachos?

By the time you get to the restaurant, everyone had already been seated. Guess it does take longer than ten minutes to get there.... woops. You shuffle over to the group and plop down in the chair next to Logan. He gives you a once over and nods before taking a swig of his drink.

"Hey guys, sorry I'm a little late! I forgot how far away this place was."

"No problem, hun, we just sat down. Glad you're here!" Jean lifts her glass of freshly poured water in your direction as she speaks.

They had already brought out drinks and a basket of chips and salsa. You know she was just saying that to make you feel better. You hang your purse on the back of your chair and adjust your sun dress at the top where the fabric had bunched up from sitting. From the corner of your eye, you see Logan slightly Watching your every move from over his drink.

"I saw on the news yesterday what happened at that barn. I can't believe they had five mutants hidden there! I didn't even know mutants could be half animal like that!"

Kurt lifts his finger to politely intervene.

"There are many types of mutants. For instance, I am... vell, demon. Logan has animalistic tendencies, hank is-"

You listen intently as your slim, blue friend goes on about different types of mutants. Very intrigued, you lift a leg up to cross it over the other while leaning into the table to prop your elbows against it. Logan lifts his head from his glass and seems to freeze in place as his nose twitches. He clears his throat and adjusts in his chair, almost leaning back and sinking into it.

"- mutations can even be passes down and intermingled together from breeding as vell! Say an animal type mutant made child with a-"

"Ooook, I think we get the point, Kurt, thank you." Scott interrupts.

By that time, the waiter has come to take everyone's order. You completely forgot about going over the menu. You quickly grab the menu and scan over it while the others place their orders.

"Nothin' for me." Logan waves his hand and beings his drink back up to his lips, seemingly attempting to keep himself distracted.

"And you, miss?"

Eenie meanie miney- THIS ONE.

"Uuuuh may I have the.... Supreme burrito? Extra green peppers, no beans-"

You lean in to the waiter pointing to something on the menu, dropping your crossed leg to the floor, legs slightly apart to keep you balanced while you lean. You hear Logan let in a few soft inhales as well as huff. He turns his head away from the group and clears his throat before adjusting again in his seat.

"Oh! And extra sour cream too, please!"

The waiter finishes scribbling in his notepad before making his way back to the kitchen. You slide yourself back into your chair from half cheeking it to talk to the waiter. Your skirt is a little bunched up so you sit up a little bit and adjust it along with fixing your rolled up thong straps on your hips.

"Ey, Logan, you good bud?" Scott cocks an eye in Logans direction, motioning with his glass of sweet tea.

Logan just grunts, taking another large swig of whatever type of IPA he was drinking. He runs his hand across his sideburns and down to his chin before covering his mouth with his hand. His eyes are so dilated that they seem to be black holes in the sockets. His large boot taps gently on the wooden floor just enough to catch your attention. You look down at his foot and see his other hand having a death grip on his knee, almost to keep it from wondering. The veins in his arms seem to throb from under his rolled up flannel sleeves. Why is that kind of hot, though? Your cheeks flush slightly seeing him in that fashion. The conversation around you begins to fade as you watch Logan intently.

Every move you make draws a new movement from Logan, making his slowly come undone- and you have caught on. He is slowly losing his mind because of you. You have had your eyes on the weasel man for a while, so might as well have some fun, right? Starting slowly, you put one hand on your leg and draw it up, bringing the skirt with it until the hem of your dress is almost touching right below your panties. Doing so causes logans breath to hitch, grabbing at his belt area to readjust. Bro is bricked up! You can see the outline of his member along his jeans. You tighten your legs as a heat builds in your neithers watching Logan come undone surrounded by your closest friends- and they are all oblivious as to what is happening. You will be surprised if the chair you are sitting in isn't soaked by the time you stand up.

The chatter continues as you keep edging Logan on in secret. Adjusting your leg, you uncross them and spread your knees apart, biting your lip. A fist hits the table, causing the cups to jump and Kurt to choke on a salsa covered chip.

"JESUS- Logan, the hell is your problem today!?" Scott scolds Logan while slapping Kurt's back attempting to get the lodged chip out if his esophagus.

With a snarl, Logan stands up with his empty mega pint and makes his way to the bar. You turn to the group and shrug. Kurt is now chugging his water after getting the chip dislodged. Guess the fun is over. But now you really have to pee.

"Be right back, don't eat my burrito if it comes before I get back!" Getting a chuckle out of the group as you stand up.

You begin to make your way to the ladies room, taking the long way, just do you could walk past Logan one more time to get in another tease. Walking past him, you give his side a slight pinch as you walk by. A strong hand grabs your wrist, causing you to freeze. A second hand grabs your waste, pushing your stomach into the bar and pinning you in place. Logan brings his head up next to your ear.

"You... little... bitch."

Logan brings his nose to your neck and breathes in as much of your scent as he could.

"I could smell you. I could smell you as soon as you sat down. Fucking around with me while you're fertile"

Oh shit, you forgot you were ovulating. The period tracker said you were, at least. Well, shit on a brick-

"I can already smell how wet you are for me."

His large calloused hand made his way from your hand down to your thigh, tugging at your skirt.

"Wait, Logan, i-"

The grip on your side tightens as he pushes you against the bar, leg between your leg to keep you pinned.

"Sssshshsh. Too late for negotiations, bub. I'm gonna fuck you into this damn bar. Buttering me up, in front of the others, wearing this little dress?"

The hand on your skirt begins bunching at the hem, bringing it up just below your ass.

"Logan, there's people, we cant-"

Don't lie to yourself, you want this. You're a slut. Ya know what, time to play.

Logan growls into your neck doing his absolute best to not burst in his pants. You smirk to yourself and bend over the counter a little more, making your ass scuff against his hardened length in his pants.

"Butter you up? I don't know what you're talking about~"

You stand up on your toes to try to line up to him, still pretending to be oblivious. Logan growls into your ear, giving a slight nip.

"You're such a little whore. Acting all clueless when I know damn well you want your pussy pounded into this bar in front of all of these people-"

You chuckle to yourself, feeling Logan hurrily bunch up your skirt higher, exposing your ass. He leans back while still holding onto your hip to get a look at you. A low rumble in his chest eminates from him as he brings a large hand down and grabs a handful of your ass.

"Of course you would be wearing these little panties just for me-"

I mean, not really, they were cute but just roll with it! Stay in character!

"Oh this is so embarrassing, everyone is going to see~"

He leans back into you and whispers in your ear.

"You better keep quiet. Shut the fuck up and take it-"

"Ma'am did you want to order something?"

Your eyes shoot up to see a very oblivious barista that just got back from his break.

"Oh! Uh... im-"

Logan stands up straight, still with a fistful of your skirt in his hand.

"Gimme a shot of grey goose."

He sounds so stoic.

"What about you, princess?"

You can feel a smirk spread across his lips as he leans against the bar beside you, still latched onto your skirt allowing your bare ass to be open to whoever is seated behind you.

"I... um... I'm not-"

You feel the hand holding your skirt up drop the hem while sliding along your hip to your front, slinking along your panty line above your pubic bone. Your breath hitches as you look at the mixer menu. You pretend to scan over the menu as a large hand slides under your panties and starts drawing circles around your clit. Logan, with his shit eating grin, leans further onto the bar to make eye contact with you.

"Go on, bub, tell the man what you'd like~"

Your knees buckle as he hits just the right spot, drawing an 'ah' out of you.

"Aah- aaaaiiiii would like a- nnh- tequila sunrise p-please."

The barista cocks an eyebrow at you, shrugs, and walks away to make your drink. Logan chortles and makes his way back behind you still rubbing circles on your clit. His hand dips down to his belt, unbuckling it with one hand and sliding his jeans down just far enough to let his member bounce out, hitting his stomach with a thwack.

"Here's the goose-"

The barista sets the glass down on the table beside you. He goes back to his cabinet to start on your drink.

You can practically feel logans heart pounding from behind you as he uses your slick to coat his cock and line up with your pussy. He slides into you slowly as the barista comes back with your drink.

"And the tequila sunrise. Let me know if you need anything else."

You give him a thumbs up as he walks away.

"Go on, drink your fruity little drink."

His voice had a hint of a mocking tone. He picks up his shot and throws it back before slapping it back on the counter. You pick up your drink and go to take a sip when he bucks into you, causing a little to splash on the table.

"Ah fuck-"

You exclaimed. Both from spilling your drink and from being surprise drilled by logans massive crank.

"Sssshshsh. Wouldn't want anyone to hear, now would we? Just drink your drink and be a good little slut-"

You nod and attempt to act casual while Logan pumps into you. With a mix of lip biting and drink sipping, you finally finish your drink. Logan gives you one hard thrust, causing you to drop the glass and let out a rather loud 'ah'

"Ah, Logan!"

The burning in your nethers begins to become too much for you to take. You lean farther over the bar, almost lifting yourself off the ground.

"Thaaats it, atta girl. Let me use you."

You two aren't trying to hide it anymore. By this time your little sun dress is hikes up above your hips and your slick drips onto the ground while Logan thrusts into you like a dog in heat. Logan catches the eye of a group of men in the corner, elbowing eachother and motioning to the two of you. With a snarl and growl, Logan unsheaths his adimantium claws with a shck, causing the group of men to go silent. Seeing the men watching the two of you sends Logan into a territorial rage. You're his game now, you belong to him and no one else. He grabs onto a handful of hair and pulls back forcing you to look up at him.

"Fuck being quiet. I want this whole damn bar to know that you belong to me-"

"Wait, but, Lo- Ah!"

One hard thrust takes your breath away, pulling your thoughts along with it.

"You heard me, slut, now say my name. Say the name of the one you belong to."

He uses your hair to pull you back onto his throbbing cock, drawing more ah ah ahs out of you.

"Ah! Aaah, Logan-"

"Yes, that's my girl, louder"

"Logan!"

His thrusts begin to grow sloppy as he reaches a climax. The ruckus of the bar is drowned out by your squeals and one by one, the bar patrons turn to look.

"Oh god, I'm so close! I'm gonna-"

Logan latches on to your neck with his canines as he ruts sloppily into you before letting his load go into your womb. Both of your slick mix together inside of you and slides down your leg onto the hard wood floor. Both of you huff and puff, attempting to catch your breath while the few people that had been watching you turn back around, besides the older gentleman in the corner who starts to clap and holler "encore!"

With one last huff and a firm slap to the ass, Logan slides out of you and slips his member into his pants in a single motion. Your skirt falls messily back into place as you slide off of the bar onto your shakey feet, slick seeping down your leg and onto your slides.

Logan turns you around by your shoulders and moves your stray hairs out of your face and behind your ear. He pulls you into himself and snarls as the barista walks back up to your side of the bar.

"Soooo uh.... sorry to cut in, but... would you like to close your tab?"

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