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going feral..

Putting your hand in his hair and slowly dragging it down to his jaw to rest it there QGHSHHS— I will kms

Thinking about will again ‹3

digging your teeth into will graham’s shoulder till you draw blood. send tweet.

there’s just something about laying claim on those you love. how one’s possession borders (well, downright intertwined) with obsession.

will knows you love him, but he wants you to love him like how he loves you. even if it hurts, even if it makes him grit his teeth and tighten his grip. he needs to bear your marks, to wear your love like a tattoo, permanent and never fading.

i need to use logan howlett like a chew toy when we fuck. i need to sink my teeth into his forearm as he’s drilling my prone body in a headlock. i need to feel him purr as i suck deep bruises onto his neck and chew on his nipples. i need to claw up his back, give him a taste of his own medicine. blunt nails leaving red trails on his toned muscles, my voice raw and raspy begging to be bred. need him to shut me up with disgustingly messy kissing, frustrated tongue tangling and vengeful, possessive lip sucking. maybe one of our lips starts to bleed and suddenly our makeout session tastes like pennies. but we don’t care. our beards are slimy and gross with all the spit and sweat and blood they’re absorbing. but we don’t care. all we can worry about is chasing his load out. that’s all that matters until he spills it all inside my pussy where it belongs.

Old man logan coming home, early in the morning, to find you asleep in his bed. The sheets draped over your lower body. The top you wore tugged down to show the soft mounds of your breast, as if on show to greet him.

He can't help but let out a groan. Unbuttoning his shirt as he lets it drop the floor next to the bed. The mattress dipping underneath his weight, the bed creaking. He just needs a smell. Just one sniff to get through the ache and exhaustion he felt.

me and the logan hoes 😭

everyday without shame

i’d suck him like a caprisun

Cherry Kisses - Logan Howlett: the one where he gets distracted from your ranting

─➭ pairing: Logan Howlett x professor!fem!reader

─➭ content warning: fluff, make out session, god bless this hunk of a man

─➭ take a walk in the greenhouse (master list)

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Logan lets out a frustrated groan as he stands out on the balcony leading to the back of the mansion. “These damn shitass kids…,” he sighs aggressively as he pulls out a cigar and begins to light it.

He’s been teaching history to the students for years now and he still can’t get used to teaching the students. He doesn’t know how Charles, Storm, and you do it so easily - near effortlessly - and you have been teaching longer than him despite the fact he’s been living for almost 200 fucking years.

He lets out a puff from the cigar and blows it out to the air above him as he basks in the quietness of the outside. Everyone left for the evening since it’s a Friday night but Logan chooses peace and silence.

And peace and quiet is what it is now. But there’s one more thing he needs in his arms and it’s-

“What has Charles told you about smoking here, my love?”

Ah…the only woman in the damned world that has kept him sane is here. You’re always there when he needs you the most.

His wife…

Logan turned around to find you standing tall and all in your glory. You have your arms crossed over your chest with your hip popped out and a faux serious look on your face.

“Seriously, Lo. After 10 years, you still haven’t broken the habit. Even just for a couple of hours during the day,” you exaggerate with a laugh.

Logan has a soft smile on his face as he listens to you rant about his smoking habit as he continues to take puffs out of the cigar. He was supposed to break the addiction a long time ago but he stopped listening to you rant once his eyes fell to your glossy lips.

Wonder what flavor it is…

“You also still leave ashes along the railing and it leaves burn marks.”

You’re still ranting with no true seriousness behind it but it still doesn’t hurt to keep trying to talk him out of smoking. Charles has threatened Logan that he’ll turn him into a six year old girl for smoking while he was using Cerebro. As you were about to go in that particular rant your words were caught in your throat when you noticed him stalking towards you with a curious but dazed look on his face.

You huff, “Logan, are you even trying to listen to - mph!”

Asshole, cut you off with a kiss but who are you to break that kiss? What kind of loving wife would you be and not enjoy the kiss?

You feel one of his hands cup your jaw to keep you close with his free muscled arm wrapped around your waist. You moan into his mouth when he pulls you tighter in his embrace. Your hands clutch his gray flannel as you try to ground yourself but he makes it so hard to do so, especially when he nearly whimpers in your mouth.

After what felt like a blissful eternity, Logan is the first to pull away still holding you firm against his body. You're both softly panting into each other's mouths trying to catch your breath.

“Wha-what was that for?” you breathlessly giggle, “Are you trying to shut me up?”

“Cherry,” he mumbles a whisper against your lips, “Fuck - your lips taste like cherry, baby.”

“Oh…,” you mumble as he continues to barely touch your lips with his. You feel an ache between your legs and you want more from his teasing. “I-I got it a couple days ago… You like it?”

He answers you with a softer kiss followed by another one and another then one more.

“I love it, baby,” a kiss.

“Fuck, gimme more, yeah?”, another kiss.

“My pretty wife…”

And another kiss…

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I'm gonna pass out..

i would do anything to have this man in my bed bc not only do i want to hug the man and never let go, but i also have an extreme urge to fuck him silly! need him moaning in my ear while i ride him <3

OLD MAN LOGAN ONE CHANCE PLSPLSPLSPLS JUST ONE OH MY GOD PLS I NEED HIM SO BAD I RRRARAFARFARARAFARAFARFARAFARFARGRGRFGRFARRARFARRARAFARFA THE FUCKING GLASSES THE GLASSES MY GOD THE GLASSES THE THE SALT AND PEPPER I UUUUUAAAAAGGGHHHH

logan doing the little mouth click and patting his thigh for you to come sit on his lap what if i started screaming

Theres something so very younger logan (im talking X1, sweats, cosy hoodie and soft cat ear hair specifically) about this very link..

Sitting in his lap, one of his large arms holding tight around your waist, palm occasionally pawing at your delicately covered tits. He hadn't even bothered to remove the fabric of your panties either- enjoying the way they would dampen under his touch. Your breathing soft whines into his mouth; heated kisses steadily turning sloppy the longer his palm catches the swollen and sensitive nub of your clit. Each pump and crook of his fingers pushes the pleasure higher. All He wants in this moment is you to cum, to drench his fingers so throughly it drips down his defined forearms; like everything will be damned if he doesnt achieve his goal...

GODS GIVE ME THIS OLD MAN PLEASE