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happy new year 2025 everyone!!! 🤍 may this year bring us joy <3

don’t forget to take care of yourselves!

ps: so sorry i’ve been inactive for the past two weeks TT uughh i miss u all so much

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old man logan is not used to this.

fem!reader. suggestive themes. old man!logan is so complex! 

after the incident in the mansion, the bloodshed and tragedy that results in you cradled in his arms,

he took you in as if you were a stray. wet in the rain, he protects you from the terrifying droplets. 

it came to a realization that—

logan’s not used to this. the everlasting devotion shining in your eyes. how, when you are scared, you look to him for guidance; for help; for a calloused hand on your back as he carries you through a tornado above.

he’s not used to being the divine—the one being worshipped—the one wholly.

but here you are, before him, shaking and faithful. eyes filled with tears, yes, but your chin tipped upwards. staring and waiting for his blessing. 

fuck. he cursed, cupping your cheek and swiping just underneath your eye. like this, he feels like someone: a hero.  

“i know, i know,” he’d say. “‘ve got you, sweet’art. i’ve got you.”

you close your eyes and nuzzle your cheek into his palm, mewling, breaths hitching, and so, so trusting. 

a hero. 

how could someone see his scars, his anger—see the blood on his hands and still find comfort in his mayhem?

next thing he knows is that he has pushed himself against you and claimed your lips in a spit-slicked kiss. his greyish beard crowds the feel of your face as he picks you up. breathless.

old man logan devours every sound you make—every hiccupped breath, every gasped-out mewl, every stutter of his name—he devours it all.

”logan,” you whisper, voice sweet like honey. overwhelming him, making him fragile. 

years before, he’d say he’s not a fuckin’ hero. never meant to be in any world-saving team-up. x-men, what a joke, he’d say.

though, now, you see him as a hero, your hero—

he gets to understand how good it feels to be needed. what people really mean when they say humans are social creatures.

"fuck," logan groans out, hard underneath his slacks, the weight of his cock rests heavy, "look at ya’, pretty girl."

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old man!logan is in denial

fem!reader. fluffy-angsty. suggestive themes.

old man logan can't be gentle. how could he possibly be something that was killed out of him after almost 200 years of living? 

every time you lay down, you don't get soft fingers grazing lightly along your scalp as you sleep on his lap, no. you get a large, calloused hand brushing back your hair so he can see your pretty beautiful features better because it was annoying him. he can't hold your hand—don't be stupid—he'll crack your smaller bones in half. that being the sole reason to stop himself from fucking thinking about playing with your dainty fingers and pressing soft little kisses to them.

he is not soft! he’s a killing machine! he knows nothing except anger and fury and hatred. so what is this strange warm fluttering sensation in the hole in his chest that's bothering him? why does it feel good? why is it making him crack a fucking smile underneath his scruffy beard? 

when he curls his weight around your sleeping body, don't be mistaken. he doesn't want to feel the way you fit perfectly against him. logan’s just.. trying to eat you whole. he is not trying to get closer to you at all, no nope he's actually attempting to steal your happiness. 

every single time he kisses you and doesn't suck your blood out from your lips, he reasons that he's merely practicing self-control. which ‘forces’ him to leave featherlight kisses that make you giggle oh so sweetly. knows deep down that he'd tear his chest with his own claws if one even dared pick at your skin. 

logan’s not a soft man. he’s killed countless with the hands that you play with, with the claws you curiously trace. he tells himself that you mean nothing to him, that he could walk away and forget you any moment now.

but he knew it was all a lie that he planted within himself. 

because he wishes that his fingers were softer so that they may be more pleasant upon your skin. and because he wishes that his lips were less chapped so that you may kiss him more more and more. 

or because when you lower yourself to hump against his obvious erection, logan would stop your movements by grasping your hips—ever so gently, of course—and slightly lovingly at you, “slow, princess. want t’make love to ya’ tonight.”

logan knows he lost 

and won at the same time.

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worst!logan losing his last bit of self-control. 

smut, mdni! fem!reader. worst!wolverine. unprotected p in v. size kink. 

logan howlett is a decent neighbor, you think. sometimes he might smell like alcohol when you meet him, but still, he’s moderate, respectful, and minds his own business. always got something yet nothing going on. the only thing is, he’s hot. hot and older. way older than you with those wrinkles and greying stubble on his face.

wade told you he doesn’t have a girlfriend nor has he ever once brought back a girl to their shared space, let alone even mentioned one. you thought that this little crush on him would go away like any other—it does not. so then you begin dropping hints that you find him attractive, by wearing your tightest piece of clothing, brushing your ass against him in the laundry room, and even leaving one of your pink cottoned panties to mix in with his clothes. 

the same logan howlett never takes the bait. 

you begin to suspect that perhaps he simply doesn't think you're attractive, or worse, that he thinks you're a creep. doesn’t take long for you to stuff your girl crush into your chest cavity.

it was when you were cradling your laundry basket back to your room when you caught a glimpse of logan trying to open the locks to his apartment, back from his morning run. 

you pad closer to ask him if he needs any clothes washed. logan’s back is still turned from you while he searches for the right lock. 

“need any clothes washed, logan? i’m starting a load up for the day.” you question all while eyeing the movement of back muscle underneath his sweat-soaked shirt.

he finally turns to you and starts to respond, “uh- don’t think so—” before he stops his sentence midway when he sees what you’re wearing. 

“‘s that mine?” his voice sounds hoarse in your ear. 

oh, yeah. it’s his customized t-shirt that is long enough to cover your shorts. the t-shirt wade and blind al got him for his birthday as a half-fuckin’ joke. the one that has his name in bold at the back of it. you notice he’s staring lowly at the fabric—waiting for your answer.

you look downwards, “o-oh, yeah. sorry. i was doing laundry and found this in the hamper. my clothes are already in the wash. hope that’s… okay?” 

you sound docile and small as though a deer caught in the headlights. christ. what were you thinking, wearing your neighbor’s shirt without his permission. the same neighbor that may think you’re a weirdo. you try to hide your humiliation by shifting—playing with the hem of his t-shirt.

within three big steps, he’s on you. the sound he makes is somewhere between a growl and a snarl, almost animal-like.  how or when you both ended up on the floor of his living room is unknown to you. you're on your knees, rubbing your cheek against the carpet as his gaze burns between your legs. only left in his shirt. your shorts and panties are scattered all over the place. when you move your hips backwards, you're silently pleading with him to do something—anything.

he gives the flesh of your bottom a heavy slap that has your hole clenching around nothing, “be good now, doll.” is all you hear before the sting leaves a burning red mark. he calms you down by placing his palm over the back of your his shirt.

you hear a noise behind you before you feel the head of his tip onto your folds—making you release a high-pitched whine into the air. logan, too, groans at the contact, kneading the fat of your hips before he presses forward painfully slow. you whimper into your own palm, another hand reaching back to touch him, feeling warm all over. your pussy pulses trying to fit his large girth inside your heat.

“i know, bunny. ‘m almost there. thaaaa’s it.” you’re crying with relief when you feel logan’s balls meet your skin—a sign that he’s all the way in.

logan lets out an animalistic sound seeing you speared open on his cock, his name across your back, and you babbling stuff like “so b-big, logan…” 

he pulls back just to sink in again, slowly. logan sets a pace that has you trying to buck your hips back to meet his hips. he lays a large palm in the middle of your back, just under the word ‘logan’, keeping you pinned down on the carpet.  giving you no choice but to take what he gives you.

“f-fuck. such a pretty fuckin girl. gonna give ya’ what you deserve, yeah?” it manages to get hotter when he bends his right leg to slide in deeper, reaching your sweet spot. “rite’ there, logan…!” you slur mindlessly. 

he only chuckles at the act before taking both of your smaller wrists into one of his hands—pressing them tightly at your back—forcing you into an arch.

“needed this real bad, huh, sweet’art? don’t ya' worry. always gonna be here from now on. no need to fucking wear those tiny tops t’get my attention again.” 

“mhm!” you reply without a second thought. too oblivious to the fact that you’ve been drooling all over the carpet and to the fact that you’ve been caught. logan gives a deep relief sigh at how compliant you’ve become just from his thick cock.

your high comes hard and fast leaving you sobbing out phrases of please and logan. logan is not far behind—burying himself deeper as he can—and comes inside with a profound ‘oh fuck.’

he trails kisses on your face until he reaches your lips. logan pulls himself out with an obscene sound and watches his cum stream down your thighs. leaving small traces on the floor that he knows he’ll have to clean later before his roommate yells in his ear. 

logan pats your back affectionately and pulls you until you’re lying soundly on his chest, “don’t think y’re gonna do any laundry today, dolly.”

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riding old man!logan and...

smut, mdni! fem!reader. dom/sub dynamics.

imagine you decide that you want to try being on top for once after seeing how tireeeed your old man is that day. 

you find your dainty hands on logan’s chest as you bounce sloppily on his cock and whimper at his praises, “tha’s it. pretty girl. jus’ like that.” 

pants come out of you in small short puffs—cheeks flushing red and legs cramping. in just a few more bounces, your movements start to get slower as you are on the edge of cumming.

“mhm.. i c-can’t, m’tired, lo,” 

old man logan, who could feel his tired old cranky bones, rumbles deep at your whines, “fuck, baby.” 

he would grab your waist and fucks up into you, hard and cruel, hoarse voice slightly mocking you, “look at’cha, dolly. can’t even fuckin’ ride me, huh?”

even in half-lidded eyes, old man logan makes sure he sees every motion on your face: your scrunched-up nose, teary eyes, and slightly gaping lips, “m-sorry—mm!” 

and logan just chuckles softly at the sight of you, “s’alright, princess.” 

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old man!logan's favorite thing is eating you out

smut, mdni! fem!reader. 

as he gets older, he takes great pleasure in it. of course, he does it for your pleasure, too. but he loves nothing more than burying his face between your thighs, slotting his face against the heat of your pussy, and going absolutely animalistic.

“c’mon. open up. ‘s just me, darlin’.” his large hands would grip your thighs and curl them around his head—he’d grip and knead at the flesh of your thighs, pulling and pushing and squeezing to his liking.

logan would lick up and down the folds of your pussy, spitting and splitting you open on the point of his tongue. then, he would reach your puffy clit and press kisses against it, applying warm pressure that’d have your thighs shaking.

old man logan kisses your swollen button—so polite and gentle—before sliding his face down to shove his tongue into your pulsing hole, his big nose nudging up against your clit again and again. (he knows what he’s doing). at times, as an old man he is, he would not even take his glasses off. 

“mhm! ah! please, lo…” the bare taste and smell of you, coupled with the high-pitched whine leaving your mouth, would have him bricked hard, tip flushed red, and drooling precum. he’d come if he wasn’t cautious enough.

one time you playfully scolded him for it and his defense was  that he was ‘getting older’ and all he wants is just his girl :(

(and her pussy).

sometimes, logan would ‘talk’  to your pussy as well. when he is tongue-deep in the warmth of your core he couldn’t help but coos at it.

“pretty girl, s’always so wet f’r your old man,” logan would mumble into your slicken heat—the feel of his greying beard makes you shiver—praising at you and your pussy, “such a good pussy. such a good girl. tastes so fuckin’ good, princess.”

and it will drive you insane.

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mmmm thinking about being so deep in sub space either during or after sex w old man logan that you compliment him with words like “pretty” and “cute” because you’re too fucked out to think of any other words…

also thinking abt him leaning into that and him saying things like “you gonna cum on daddy’s pretty cock?”

ughh i can’t stop thinking about this 😖😖 imagine being soo deep in your subspace, mind all foggy!!

smut, mdni! fem!reader. daddy kink. 

imagine having sloooow sex with old man logan :0 you're on top of him while he sits on the couch. his strong muscular thighs keep you grounded and warm. both of his arms wrapped around you and his scruffy beard scratching against your cheek. you would clutch at his big arm desperately, clawing into him as you try to keep yourself in reality. 

but it’s so difficult, especially when his hard cock fills you up sooo well with every thrust, hitting that gummy spot every time he slowly bottoms out. 

“ya’ like this, dolly?” his voice sends shivers down your spine and his eyes finally catch yours as he trails kisses everywhere on your face. 

your thoughts turn into mush and all you can think of is him. how his beard seems to complement his face, how his eyes look so bright under the sheer moonlight, how his lips part a little every time he manages to get deep inside your velvety heat, and how his skin shows wrinkles when he weakly smiles at you. 

even though you’re on top, logan’s practically doing everything for you. you could hardly talk, let alone answer his question—only babbling in a whisper, “pretty.” 

“wha’s that, darlin’?” logan slowed his movement, he thought he misheard you. 

“cute...” but he didn’t. 

you’re making grabby hands at him, cupping his cheeks and rubbing his untrimmed beard. looking at him with those big eyes as if he holds some divine power. 

“you think i’m pretty, princess?” he coos at your ear, with an almost sickly sweet tone.

you feel your cheeks heat up as you fall deeper into the rabbit hole, “mhm!” 

logan angles his hips so he can hit that spot even better, slightly smirking at the choked-out whine that falls from your lips.

“gonna cum on daddy’s pretty cock?” he growls in a hoarse voice while using his calloused hand to move down your stomach and between your legs. his thumb circled your swollen button sloppily, feeling your pussy spasm around him in response.

“uh-huh! daddy—,” you cry out, voice comes out cracking as tears stream down cheeks face from pure pleasure and overstimulation.

old man logan loooves when he’s fucking you all stupid.

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thinking about domestic oldman!logan !!! 

smut, mdni! fem!reader. 

old man logan would murmur something around, “do you like it like this, darlin’?” when he fingers you :( his lips are pressed along your ear, and the scruff of his greying beard feels so ticklish on your skin. you’d whine out in high-pitched noise, hiccups slipping through your lips.

a particular thrust of his fingers makes you gasp and instinctively shut your thighs at the sudden ecstasy.

“shh,” logan coos as he rubs his hoarse thumb along your swollen button, circling it expertly, “open y’r legs again, princess. c’mon.“ 

logan coaxes you with his voice and soft kisses. when you shake your head in reply, too overwhelmed to barely speak, logan doubles his efforts. he has never done this before, he thinks. 

being so soft, so patient, so tolerant.

he will prolong the foreplay even when you're shaking in his hold and begging him to fuck you, to "please, logan. wan’ it—," logan just nuzzles his nose on your tear-stained cheek and curls his fingers in your cunt again, “jus’ a little more, princess. y’can do that f’r your old man, can’t you?”

“fuck, look at her. y’re such a messy girl,” he talks down at your pussy, bringing the same two fingers to rub at your folds. he spread your wetness up and down, and you whimpered with the euphoria it produced. his tone turned to a whisper, “messy little pussy, huh?

“mhm..” you whispered back, brain all cloudy now.

“mhm?” logan adjusted his glasses to look at you, rubbing you gently, “all messy for y'r husband?”

gosh, logan loves to refer to himself like that–purposely intertwining your hands with his to see how the wedding rings complement each other. 

“yeah.”

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Gosh I need more of writing about old Logan and virgin reader! Soooooo good

old man!logan before taking your virginity :0

old man!logan who withholds sex from you at first, insisting that he won’t fit—that you’re not ready yet. under those acts, he’s training you; making sure you’re desperate and yearning for him. slowly turning you into a slut for him and ruining you for everyone else.

oh, he gets off on corrupting you, teasing you, and putting you in positions you never thought you’d be in because you’re just so oblivious :( then he’d be sooo mean and acting like it's your fault when you get needy and messy, “such a dirty girl i have here, hm?” 

old man!logan would hold both your legs out of the way with one large calloused hand and bully his thick throbbing dick by slotting it between your slick folds. he deeply groans at the way your needy pussy lips clench and wrap around him, trying to grip his thick length. 

“mhm! ah- please!” you’d whine out as your hole pulses around nothing—the tears wetting your red cheeks—making his chest flutter. 

his other hand groping your breasts, fingers rolling your perky nipples in the way that he knows you love. logan thinks it’s adorable, how you try to buck your hips into him while you beg for something you don't even understand!! 

he’ll tsk at you meanly—“kids these days, huh?”—still lovingly tightens his grip around you and pins you down on his soft sheets.

"don't be so greedy, baby,” his voice is low and throaty—the smell of alcohol from this mouth makes your brain go fuzzy, "rubbing yourself on daddy's cock… y’want me that bad?” 

you nod vigorously, hands wrapping around his fat cock. how you look under him—so delicate and pure, all for him—make logan throw his head back. you have no idea what’s coming, “sweet girls take what’s given to them. ya’ trust me, right, princess?

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old man!logan hearing ‘i love you’ for the first time…

cws/tags: smut, mdni! old man!logan. fem!reader. angst w/comfort.

His words would be barely a hoarse whisper—a certainty in disguise—you could barely hear it.

The first time he said ‘I love you’ was whilst he was softly cooing you to sleep. You were resting your heavy head on his chest and letting yourself melt into his embrace when he murmured: 

“I love ya’, sweet’art.” 

He was not sure that you heard it. That you could register the underlying hesitation in his face. His arm twitched a bit when he realized what he had said, muttering a quiet ‘Fuck’ under his breath. 

Logan feels a knife jabbed into the torso and twisting his insides—fright creeping on his neck—all the terrible things. It only halts when you snuggled closer to him as a way to show him that you accept his heartfelt confession. 

The first time you say it, though, means everything to Logan. Because for a while now, he holds onto a belief that you would never say the words back. And that you could leave him any moment soon. What the hell a young thing like you are doing around an old man like him? 

He thinks all he does is pull you back from the life that you deserve. 

Logan sits lazily on the couch with aching tiredness after a long day. His heavy eyelids watch your cunt latching around his thick girth, your tits bare, and nipples perked in arousal. He takes his time in enjoying the sight of you bouncing excitedly on his cock, still full of a youthful stamina.

“Tha’s it. There ya’ go, princess,” Logan grunts heavily as he places his rough hands on your sides—guiding you back and forth—drawing circles on your bare form. He could feel his back getting sore but he didn’t care, “Makin’ your old man feel s’good, y’know that?”

“Mhm!” You start to slow down your movements after you reach your second orgasm for the night. Overwhelmed by the euphoric state and the feeling of his cum filling your insides that you could only call out to him, “Logan…”, wrapping your arms weakly around his neck. 

His scruffy beard touches your skin and leaves a burning sensation behind. It all feels so intimate and real and you just can’t stop yourself from uttering the words, “I- I love you, Logan. Love you.”  

And the wave that washes him is greater than anything he had ever experienced. His eyes blinked repeatedly in awe and he could feel the tears building up.

Fuck. He can’t cry. Shit. 

He softly pulls your head onto his solid chest because he can’t let you see the tears that are about to fall on his cheeks. Can’t let you see how flawed of an old man he is when you repeat those words again and again,

“Love you, love you, love you.” 

What kind of a heroic thing he did to deserve you? Nothing that he was sure of. But you’re here making The Wolverine weak on his knees—his adamantium hand tremors in struck.

Before this, Logan was never sure that he had a purpose in life. Those wasted years, he thinks. But when you are splayed bare in front of him—telling him that you love him—he finally understands why he is alive.

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alright guys... i have a very very angsty old man!logan drabble scheduled 😖

pls accept my angsty thots hehe

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old man!logan as an older boyfriend!!!

cws/tags: smut, mdni! fem!reader. virginity kink.

Logan’s got his eyes on you for a while now. How can he not? You’re always dolled up and looking so pretty every time he meets you. And when you show an interest in him? Oh, he’s gone.  

He first thought of how much of a sick fuck he is. Basically preening over someone far too young for his 200-year-old age. Someone who doesn’t know the shit he has done, the blood he’s got in his bare hands. 

But when you purposely tease him—telling him that he looks so handsome with the blue flannels he’s got on whilst seductively draping your legs over his—Logan lets the chains loose. 

However, everything turned out to not be that easy. Old man Logan managed to recite his younger self and be a huge tease. You soon find out that he loves taunting you, watching his girl turn into a desperate thing in just a matter of minutes.

“Ya’ already dripping f’me, sweet girl?” 

Oh, and he refuses to take your virginity despite anything. Of course, you’re his everything but he’s still unsure of himself…he’s an old man with all those past traumas bundled up, y’know ;(

Sat on one of his thighs, you’d rub your clothed pussy back and forth against his pants, whining out into his neck and beard due to the overstimulation of your sensitive clit. One of his hands rested on your back—guiding you through it—while another hand held one of his cigars. Puffing the smoke cloud into another side as his eyes are fixed on you.

“Needy little thing, huh? Can’t pop your cherry yet, dolly.” He coos at you, tightly gripping your sides after he feels the heat of your pussy on him.

You have done everything to lure him—moaning and panting; calling out his name; presenting yourself by spreading your wet folds; letting him admire your bare form as you stroke his girthy length—whining for just an inch, ‘just the tip’ you’d say.

And Logan finally did it. All that pent-up desire is released while he ruts and pounds at you relentlessly, slamming inside you at a steady cruel pace, his reading glasses still resting on the tip of his nose.

“Tis what ya’ wanted, hm, baby?” Logan groans out a deep growl after seeing how well you take his seed, how well you take him for the first time.

“Need’a cum, pleaseplease—Ah!” Your hair is a mess all over, your cheeks are flushed, and your body shudders in a euphoric state. Logan would reach out and circle around your needy button—making you cream around him and gripping his scarred arm for support.

“Wha’s that? Feels good? Too good?”

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first time with old man!logan ;( 

cws/tags: smut, mdni! fem!reader. unspecified age gap. angsty old man logan

Fear crawls on Logan’s skin way too often. A casual reminder that everything he touches, he destroys. 

So when you two finally fuck, he’d ask “How d’ya want me, doll?” in a hesitant voice. His calloused hands touch you as if you’re something fragile. 

He knows the years are finally catching up to him. His weary bones, facial wrinkles, and scruffy greying beard reveal his old age. 

And it is not every day, almost never, that he’s met with a young thing like you drooling over him, “P-please, Logan…”

He always doubts how someone like you could ever want someone like him. The scars all over his body brushing against your soft skin. So fuckin’ contradictory, he thinks.

Logan knows he’s corrupting you—feeling sick of himself—but at least he’d be so careful and gentle; keeping a composure over himself because he loves watching you reach into your orgasm before he reaches his own, “Such a sweet girl f’ your old man.” 

It strokes his ego at how you are so dependent on him. He has you crying in his arms, your words trembling with soft gasps, and he’d whisper in your ear, “Like this, baby? ‘S this what ya’ wanted?” 

Logan thrusts his hips forward regularly until it creates an echoing squelching noise in the room. You’d sob out a yesyesyes’s and slip out an i love you, and Logan gives and gives because you’re all he ever needs. 

No one told Logan that sometimes bravery feels like fear. And now he holds the feeling too dearly, “Best thing that has ever happened t’me.”

He won’t let fear win again. 

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hello folks! please do send your thoughts on any logan (esp old man logan hihi) to my inbox!!

pls do gimme your nastiest ideas and i’ll try to catch up with all of em in the next 2-3 weeks :3

okieokie bye for now! hold on tiiight! ❤️

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Not sure if you'll be on board but what if the reader is like babysitting for Logan and the tension is there, he just can't hold back.. you're actually my favourite writer on here !!

ahhh! thaank u this is so sweet!

posted a drabble based on your idea ❤️ thank u for requesting, anon!

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being dilf!logan’ babysitter.

cws/tags: smut, mdni! dilf!logan. single dad!logan. unspecified age gap. babysitter!reader. unprotected p in v. fem!reader.

Logan threw the key into his heart years ago. He doesn’t even remember the last time he felt some romantic feelings for someone. 

Then you come up—and his stomach starts to flutter in a weird way that he can’t even comprehend. He thought he was too fuckin’ old to yearn for someone like you, someone so young and oblivious.

So clueless that in fact, you barely notice the schedule mix-ups. 

Not the mix-ups where you’re too busy to babysit, or when Logan doesn’t need babysitting for a while and he forgot to tell you. 

No. It’s the mix-ups that are intentional.

You’re scheduled to babysit—but when you arrive, there is no Laura. She’s out of the house or having an extra lesson for hours. Or when she has a cold and your job is just to check up on her and sit in the living room most of the time. 

Hence Logan understands why you paid no mind to it, since you are getting paid no matter what; alongside the added extra tip. Which satisfies you. 

But it does not surpass the satisfaction you feel the first time you are left alone with Logan.

The day right after Logan wrecked your cunt, there was radio silence. Everything was back to how it was before—as if he didn’t whisper those words to you, “Pussy tastes so fuckin’ sweet.” and “Such’a pretty girl, y’know that?” and “Ya’ sure y’want an old man like me, sweets?” His reserved persona leaves you feeling immature and unprofessional— not knowing what he truly feels.

Until came the time when Laura was out at a friend’s house for the day, and Logan told you to come over for lunch since he’s free for a few hours, and suddenly you two have the house to yourself. 

Suddenly Logan has you laid on his bed—on the sheets you picked out for him—his cock pounding you in a delicious stretch.

You can only speak in high-pitched whines and dig your nails into his back that you know will leave a mark, but he doesn’t care, his face depicts a concentration that shows his old wrinkles—that shows his utter self-control and desperation. 

“Takin’ such a good care of us. Of me.” He’d say while his large girth was still filling you up to the brim. It only took you minutes before you arched your back on the bed to meet his thrusts. Electricity sparks through you and your mouth opens in a voiceless cry as you come on your boss’ dick for the second time.

“Tha’s it. Take what ya’ need, sweet girl.” 

And surely not the last time. 

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hi everyone!! thank u for all the loves!

forgive me for being v inactive.. these deadlines r making me go 😵‍💫 & super busy..

btw new logan drabble coming up 4 u guys! hehe

okie see u later!! much ❤️