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LOGAN HOWLETT - A LITTLE GAME
A/N: New Wolverine one-shot. I tried and... I don't know. I like the beginning and then it's like.. okay? Let me know your thoughts.
Pairing: Logan Howlett x mutant female reader
Warning: I have decided not to give proper warnings. I don't want to spoil the story. BUT please, only 18+. Minors DNI.
Words: 4000+
Important note: HughJackman!Wolverine (so he's tall!)
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LOGAN HOWLETT - A LITTLE GAME
Everyone was looking for her - Magneto’s brotherhood, the X-men, the Avengers and god knows who else. They all wanted her - for good, for bad, to use or to kill. She became the biggest threat in a matter of seconds. That’s why Logan had to be the one to find her first.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t get her for months. She was sneaky, using her power to hide from the whole world, even from him. Leaving the continent would be too risky. She had to stay in the States, right? Maybe Canada?
It all happened so fast. There was a moment where he questioned everything. In the end, he wanted to fight for her… with her. Was there still a chance he’d find her? She could be anywhere. Surprisingly, Logan never lost hope.
One day, Logan got a tip from some random skanky woman who approached him in a New York dive bar. He was drinking his daily dose of whisky, head lost in thoughts. He had her picture, looking at it. Such an innocent yet powerful being. His heart ached.
“I know her,” the woman approached him out of nowhere. She leaned against the bar, smiling. Her eyes were locked on the photo. “Pretty girl.”
Logan’s eyes found hers, frowning. “Where is she?” he asked angrily.
She chuckled. “Now hang on, sugar,” she sat next to him, exposing her long smooth legs. The miniskirt didn’t leave anything to the imagination. Logan’s eyes travelled from her legs, all the way up to her face, but he was not interested. “How about a drink first?”
He reached for his drink. It went down his throat in a second. He smashed the glass against the bar, shattering it. His eyes darkened. The adamantium claws got out, pressing them against the woman’s throat. Logan was not in a mood to play around.
People gasped. They were afraid. A mutant in a bar threatening other humans was unacceptable. Guns were loaded and pointed at him. Logan didn’t care.
The woman yelped. Fear crept into her eyes. “Tell me where she is or you won’t be able to see the sun rise again,” his voice was low, intimidating.
“S-strip club, down the street,” she managed to get out of her throat. Her body was visibly shaking. “I saw her there. She was there an hour ago. P-please, don’t hurt me.”
He didn’t say anything. The claws retracted back under his skin. Logan was out of the bar in seconds, heading down the street to the club where the woman said she spotted the one he was looking for. His heart beat fast. Was he finally about to get her? It’s been months.
Everyone wanted the most powerful mutant on the planet. Some wanted to use her, others wanted to destroy her. Logan wanted to get to her sooner than the rest of the world. All he desired was to protect her.
She’s more powerful than Jean ever was, said Charles to him not long ago. They didn’t have a name for her. No one knew where her power reached, or what her limits were. Jean’s dark side was destroyed with the help of the Scarlett Witch. With Y/N, they didn’t know what to expect. Was she worse than the Dark Phoenix?
Expect the unexpected, said Charles to Logan once he decided to bring her back.
Logan’s eyes locked on the big pink neon sign of the strip club. He sighed. Of course, she would hide somewhere in plain sight. Who would try to find a woman like her in a place like this? She was the kindest teacher. Innocence was her second name. Everyone would expect her to flee the country, or hide in the mountains. No, she hid under their noses in the city that never sleeps.
Expect the unexpected. Well, shit, he didn’t expect this at all.
He entered the club. The heavy smell of cigarettes and sweet perfumes hit his nose. The lights were flashing as the girls kept dancing around the poles. They slowly undressed for the crowd of hungry eyes. Men were holding bills in their hands, roaring and whistling, ready to throw them at the women.
Drinks were poured into glasses and onto women’s exposed breasts. Some wished to lick them, to feel their flesh and alcohol on their tongues.
Some ladies brushed their hands against Logan’s shoulders and arms to get his attention. The fake smiles and lustful gazes did nothing for him. They talked to him and tried to seduce him. He remained focused on his goal. His eyes travelled around the place, trying to glimpse Y/N.
Flashes of images hit his mind. He remembered it all - the laughs, the drinks, the simple days back in the X-mansion. The day when their lips first touched, he knew he was a goner.
Logan huffed, anger rising inside of him. Would she sell her body to all those creeps in here? Would she dance for them to make money? The thought of other men touching her body made his blood boil. Logan was sure that if he saw a man touching a piece of Y/N’s skin, he would slice his arm with his claws.
There was no sign of her. Was the woman from the bar lying to him? Was this a trap? Logan’s fists clenched. He had to be careful. Even a place like this could be dangerous. God knows who’d own this place.
Somewhere in the haze, he noticed the familiar eyes watching him. Their colours sparkled in the flashing lights. She was like a goddess, walking around the mist and colours with her long satin robe flying around her. Logan could smell her from afar. The scent was overpowering his senses.
One blink, she was gone. Was he hallucinating? He sighed. His mind had to be playing tricks on him. Or was it her?
Logan.
Her voice rang in his ears. He could smell her more as if she was closer than before. Logan’s body twisted and turned, trying to find her in the crowd. He was sure she was here, watching him like a hawk.
There was a lingering touch on his shoulder. It moved from one side of the shoulder to the other, fingers lightly pressed against his flannel shirt. He could feel the electric touch that belonged to her.
“Y/N,” he breathed her name. No one would be able to hear him over the loud music. “Stop the games.”
He heard a group of women laugh. His eyes moved to them. They gave lap dances to some businessmen. Their hands were all over their bodies.
Again, his nose caught Y/N’s scent. It was so close, closer than before. When his eyes looked forward, he could see her in her full glory. He cursed. Was he supposed to be aroused or upset?
First, he noticed the exposed legs and high heels on her feet. Then there was the dazzling dress that hugged her curves perfectly. Her breasts were about to pop out of that damn outfit. And then there was the damn satin robe. Fuck! Her dress was provocative. Compared to the other strippers, Y/N was wearing more than the rest of the ladies in the club.
What happened to the woman who radiated pure innocence? This was someone else, someone new. Did she have a dark side that decided to wake up from its slumber?
Still, his jeans felt tighter than before.
His legs moved towards her. Logan got through the dancing women who tried to reach for him some more. They wanted a piece of him. When was the last time a man like him walked into a place like this? His eyes and mind were only on one woman.
“Don’t run,” he said to himself. He knew Y/N would hear his words.
Logan knew the game wasn’t over when he heard laughter inside his head. He was close until he wasn’t. She was gone once again. “Dammit, Y/N. Stop this.”
Again, he felt a pair of hands on his shoulder. This time they pushed him down. His ass ended on something soft, comfortable. It was a chair. Where did that come from?
“Want a dance?” He felt a hot breath close to his ear. The touch remained. Logan knew this wasn’t a trick. She was behind him. “I can help you relax.”
Logan had enough of her shit. He swiftly grabbed her wrist, pulling her to him. He was impatient. Her face appeared in front of his. He lost his breath for a second. The red lips, the glitter in her hair… he wanted to devour her. There was a smirk plastered on her face.
“Strip club?” Logan growled. “What the fuck?”
Y/N lazily climbed on his lap, pressing her core onto his forming erection. She bit her lower lip and rested her hands on his broad shoulders. “What’s the matter, Lo’? Don’t you want to have some fun?” she titled her head, raising a brow.
He gritted his teeth. “I’ve been looking for you for months,” he said, angry. “And I find you here? Of all places?”
“It’s good, isn’t it?” she blinked a few times. “Who would have thought that little ol’ me would hide here?”
His hands gripped her hips tightly. He inhaled her sweet perfume. He needed to get straight to the point before he’d lost his mind. “Why did ya run?”
Y/N glared at him. “What kind of a stupid question is that?” she pushed her body from his a little. She had to get a better look at him. “All of you turned against me. One mishap and I became the villain.”
Y/N’s mutation evolved into something no one has ever seen before. It brought the attention of other groups that wanted her neck, or power. The Professor admitted she represented something beyond explanation. Inhuman was the word he used? It was new, dangerous. Fingers were pointed, threats had been made. Everyone pushed until she ran from the X-mansion and left everything behind. Now everyone was after her - the X-men, the Avengers and Magneto. Fuck, she even heard that the government wanted her. God knows how many organisations and bounty hunters were trying to get her. Rewards were made. The numbers had seven figures or more.
Logan’s eyes widen. One of his hands sneaked behind her neck, pulling her closer to him. “I didn’t.”
“Fuck, right,” she rolled her eyes. “When you found out what I could do, you stepped away. I can remember the betrayal in your eyes. Or was it fear? Were you afraid, Logan?” her nose brushed against his. “Were you scared of me or this?” she pointed between them. And then, she pushed away from him.
His right hand gripped Y/N’s hair and pulled on it, exposing her neck. Logan pressed his nose to it, inhaling her sweet scent. “Don’t ever say shit like that,” he threatened. “I was never scared of what was going between us.”
Y/N moved her head and pressed her lips to his ear. “Or did you realise you still wanted Jean?” She hit a sensitive spot. There was a history between Jean and Logan. Y/N knew damn well nothing ever happened between them. The redhead’s eyes were only on Scott. And yet, she had to dig into it.
Logan’s hand moved to her neck, squeezing it. He made her look at him. Even in the dim lights, his eyes darkened. He hated those words that had escaped those pretty red lips. “Stop it,” he growled. “You mean more to me than she ever did.”
Y/N rolled her hips slowly, grinding on his noticeable bulge. Logan moaned with every movement she did. The grip on her throat never loosened. With the flashing lights and changing colours, the tension between them thickened.
“You are lying,” she challenged him.
He squinted at her. “You know damn well I don’t lie, princess.”
Y/N grabbed him by his stupid flannel shirt from all the irritation. “You never reached for me after everything that went to shit!”
“You destroyed a skyscraper in New York,” he told her with a calmer tone. “A fucking skyscraper. Your mutation evolved with a snap of the fingers. No wonder the shock, the fear or everyone’s need to get their hands on you.” Logan pulled her face closer to his. Their lips almost touching. “Before I could collect my thoughts, process what the fuck had happened and get to you, you ran away.”
She squinted at him. “You pulled away from me,” she blamed him.
“I didn’t,” he tightened the grip on her throat. She moaned. “I’ve been looking for you for months - months! You think I’d do that if I pulled away? Do you think I’d pick Jean over you? Don’t think so little of me, princess.”
A rain of flashing lights started. Logan had the perfect chance to see her face. The red lips, the sparkle in her eyes. He saw the whole universe in them.
“Why here?” he had to ask. “Of all places, why did you hide here?”
She showed him her bright smile. “You’d never expect a good girl hiding in a place like this. It kinda worked.”
And then she snapped her fingers. The people around them stopped moving. They became living statues. The music kept going, the lights still flickered and changed. Logan’s eyes widened. His head moved from side to side. Powerful, that’s what Y/N was. And beautiful. Sexy. Dangerous. Good. Her heart was still good. He had to believe.
Waves of anger flashed through his body. It was still a play. If she wanted to play, he would obey - under his rules. “Tell me, baby girl,” the hand from her throat slid down to her breasts. The other hand joined. They squeezed them through the fabric. It made her hips roll some more. “Did you let any of the guys here touch you?” he tilted his head.
Her head tilted back as she enjoyed his big hands on her chest. His nose found her pulse on her neck, pressing his lips to it. He sucked a mark on her neck. “Baby girl, you are mine and only mine,” he growled into her ear.
“What makes you think I’m yours?” she tried to fight back.
“If I was anyone else, you’d use all your powers to get rid of me. Maybe even kill me. You didn’t,” he stated.
“I’d never kill anyone for fun, Logan,” she said. “You know that damn well.” She leaned closer to his face. “I’d never hurt you.”
Their lips met in a kiss that brought colours to their minds. Each colour represented a different plea. I miss you. I need you. I want you. I love you. It was messy, it was sweet. Their tongues danced and explored. It was needy, it was deep. It’s been months since they last shared a passionate kiss.
It brought tears to Y/N’s eyes. As much as she wanted to be strong, in front of him, she couldn’t. He was like a home she never had. Her heart ached that she had to leave him. But what was there to do when they all turned against her? She believed Logan did too.
Logan felt he was falling. Everything around him felt light. And then his back fell onto something soft. The chair under his ass was gone. He grunted, breaking the kiss. There was a bed under his body. “What the shit?” he was confused. “Where are we?”
“Champagne room,” said Y/N who sat on top of him, still fully clothed. The only thing missing was the satin robe. “For some privacy.”
He raised a brow. “And here I thought you’d wanted to give those living statues a show.” That’s when he heard laughter from behind the walls. The people were moving again.
Y/N’s thumb swiped over Logan’s lips. They were stained from the red lipstick she wore. Before she retracted it, he pressed a kiss to it. “Since when did you learn to teleport?” he asked. “Last time I checked, you didn’t know how to do half of what you did today.”
“Just a mind trick, no teleportation,” she said.
Logan wrapped his arms around her waist and abruptly jumped on his feet. He held her tightly until he smashed her back against the nearest wall. She lost her breath for a moment. “I’m not fucking you on that disgusting bed. God knows how many people fucked on it before us.”
“Shame,” she shrugged. “I thought you liked it dirty.” Y/N’s legs clenched around his waist.
Logan’s lips were back on hers in a hungry kiss. When one of his hands reached down to her covered heath, she moaned into his mouth. “There’s the pretty sound,” he chuckled. His lips moved to her neck where he kissed and nibbled on her skin until he left another mark there. That’s when his fingers found the strap of her thong, ripping it off her in one harsh pull.
He looked into her eyes, grinning like a devil. “I can feel how wet you are for me, pretty girl.” His middle finger had buried deep inside of her. “Did other men make you this wet?”
Y/N whined. “I’d never let any other man touch me, Logan,” she confessed.
He tilted his head. This time, two fingers slipped inside of her, fucking her with them. “Then why hide in a strip club?” He curled his finger, hitting a sweet spot.
“Ah! I knew no one would ever come looking for me here,” she gasped every time his fingers brushed against the place that made her toes curl. “Fuck, fuck!”
“Is that so?” he kept questioning her.
She tried to swallow the moans. “I’ve protected the girls from the perves,” she cried.
“God, you are dripping.” His fingers left her core and went straight to his mouth, tasting her. “Pretty princess, you taste divine,” he smirked. Immediately, his lips pressed against her in a messy kiss.
His body pressed hers even more onto the wall as one of his free hands went to his jeans to get out his painfully hard dick. He pressed the tip against her entrance, pushing it slowly in.
“Ah, shit,” she cursed. Her mouth was wide open as she felt every inch of him.
Once he bottomed out, his lips kissed her gently. “Taking my cock like the good girl you are,” he praised.
“Logan,” she moaned his name. “Please, fuck me.”
He pulled out slowly, leaving just the tip in. “Since you asked so nicely,” and he thrust back into her, making her squeal. She clenched around his cock with every move he made. “Doing so good, princess,” he praised her. “Taking me so well.”
It was fast, intense. Before she knew it, Y/N felt her orgasm approaching. One of his hands was already between their bodies, circling her clit. “Fuck, so close,” she mumbled incoherently. “Logan… Logan, please…”
“Hold it, Y/N,” he ordered. “I’m almost there too.”
“I… c-can’t,” she whined. Tears appeared in her eyes. The pleasure was surprisingly intense. Many feelings wanted to burst out into the open. Their lips pressed together in a sloppy kiss. He kept pounding into her as they tried to swallow each other’s moans.
What if this was for the last time? What if this would be their goodbye?
Her insides clenched around his cock as she reached her peak. Her breath quickened. She became a moaning mess while he kept fucking her through her orgasm.
“I’m gonna fill you up, pretty girl,” he announced, staring into her eyes. His breath got lost as the release came, painting the insides of her walls white. The thrusts slowed down until he remained buried inside of her while his cum slowly dripped down his dick.
Logan’s eyes found hers in a post-orgasmic haze. “So pretty,” he grinned. He watched as she tried to catch her breath. “My beautiful baby girl.”
Slowly, he pulled out of her. Y/N gasped once she felt empty. Carefully, Logan pulled her from the wall and put her legs on the floor. He held her tightly. “Fuck,” she cursed.
“You good?” he asked.
Her eyes lifted, meeting his. She smiled at him. “Yes,” she nodded.
Logan put back his jeans while she fixed her already short, slutty dress. There was silence. With each passing second, it got heavier and more awkward.
“I love you,” Logan confessed his feelings. One of his hands reached for her cheek, stroking it with a thumb. “I love you, princess. Goddammit, I fucking love you.”
Her eyes kept scanning his face. These words were never said before. This was new. Y/N’s heart wanted to burst from Logan’s confession. Now that he reciprocated the feelings, she knew she’d do anything for him.
“Come with me, please. I don’t want you to stay here, of all places,” he frowned. Even though they fucked in a strip club, he wasn’t fond of it.
She sighed. “Everyone wants to get me, Logan,” she said sadly. “Once I leave, the hunt will begin - the Brotherhood, the Avengers, the government. I can’t go back to X-mansion. That’s the first place they’ll check. I can’t endanger the kids.”
This is what he was looking for. She was still a good woman. “So staying in a strip club is better?” he questioned. “Or are you trying to say you don’t want to be with me? Is that it?”
Her eyes widen, mouth open. “What? No, no,” she grabbed his big hands, holding them tightly. “I love you, Logan. The only thing I want is to be with you. How can I do that when the world is against me?”
“You are the most powerful mutant on this planet,” he said. “You can do anything you put your mind to.”
“And that makes me dangerous,” she stated. “Fuck, I put down a whole skyscraper with my powers. It was not my intention to do it, but it happened. People were hurt while I tried to save them. Fuck, Logan, the United Nations are now questioning whether mutants can be trusted again. It’s all my fault.”
Logan shook his head, not wanting to accept she wouldn’t leave this place. He had to take her home, where she belonged. The school needed her. Everyone in the X-mansion was worried about her. “Baby,” Logan’s arm sneaked around her waist and pulled her closer to him. “We’ll figure something out. I won’t let any of those fuckers take you away from me. I’ll do everything to keep you safe and protected.”
Her eyes sparkled with tears. “Oh, Logan,” her hand reached for his face, fingers grazing the mutton chops. She chuckled a little. “You are the only man who can pull this off,” she winked at him. “It suits you.”
“So, what do ya say? Come home with me. That’s where you belong.”
“Promise me this, Logan - you’ll be on my side, no matter what happens. Please, promise me this,” she pleaded. “Because, genuinely, I am terrified. I don’t want to hurt anyone, but I will if someone tries to get to those I love.”
He could see it was important to her, to have someone standing by her no matter what. “I promise, princess,” he kissed her knuckles gently. “Fuck, if I could, I would promise you the world.”
How could this grumpy, dangerous man be such a sweetheart to her? It made her knees weak. He was in love and so was she. “Quick question, how will we get back to X-mansion?”
Logan licked his lips. “I have a bike parked at a bar where a woman gave me a tip you work here,” her winked at her.
She made a face. “Yeah, Wendy, she texted me about you,” Y/N winked at him. “I’m mad that you wanted to kill her.”
“Fuck her,” he growled. “Did she write you she was hitting on me?” he raised a brow.
A simple glare was the answer he needed. “So, does that mean you’ll come with me?”
“Yes,” she nodded.
His lips crashed with hers in a loving kiss. Logan’s arms wrapped around her waist, hugging her tightly. “That’s good, baby. Also,” he pressed his lips to her ear. “That little game you played with me when I arrived - hot.”
Y/N smiled. “It wasn’t planned. I needed to find out your true intentions.”
“Through the art of seduction?”
“Something like that.”
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a lot of the links on your masterlist and the link to your masterlist itself have stopped working. it might just be me but i thought i should let you know in case something was actually broken
Hi, can you please give me an example?
I have checked multiple links and they worked for me so far.
Maybe you clicked on a story I deleted months ago and I forgot to take it from any of the masterlists.
But thanks for the heads up! :)
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Ah.
Logan Howlett coming back as a beast
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Oh my god! I am screaming here!
Madonna!!!!! Yeeeees!!!!!
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Wait a damn minute?! That's it?! I was soooo ready that there will be some drama and feelings revealed and not... THIS! I was ready tooo ohhhh and awwwww but NO.
Not acceptable
No.
I am curious. I need to know that it's gonna work out. That Shuri will do something to push them together.
🫣🫣🫣😱
When was the las time I was screaming over a story? 😂💓
Obsessed
Summary: Your crush on Bucky may be getting out of control.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader
Warnings: Dramatic Reader. Language. Angst. Fluff. My poor attempts at being Funny.
Word Count: 1.4K I'm physically incapable of making anything short.
A/N: I wrote this in like 2 hours and I don't even know what this is, just... Yeah.
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This is terrible.
This is the worst thing that's ever happened to you.
This is the worst thing that's ever happened to anyone. It's just the most horrible, dreadful, awful thing that could’ve ever happen to yo-
“Would you stop staring at him for fuck's sakes!” Natasha's hissed words make your eyes snap to her and finally away from the metal armed Supersoldier lifting weights. Shirtless.
You don't know when Bucky stopped feeling self-conscious enough to allow him to workout in nothing but a pair of gym shorts, but it has become literal torture for you.
Needless to say, Bucky's current level of undress is making it impossible for you to concentrate on the stretching you're supposed to be doing before your sparring match with Natasha.
But your very thoughtful and not at all exasperated friend makes sure to keep your attention on her during the entirety of our match by thoroughly kicking your ass.
What a lovely best friend you have.
Anyways.
Your entire mood shifts with one not intentionally overheard conversation. Steve enters the gym and goes straight to Bucky, who was putting his weight set down.
“She’s here!” Is all the blonde says to his friend and your heart stops at the way Bucky’s face lights up with a smile, not needing any more information before following Steve out of the gym.
She’s here? Who the fuck is she? Does Bucky have a girlfriend? And most importantly, she’s here? In the Compound?
Natasha can almost see the gears turning in your brain as you make no attempts to move from the mat after she knocked you on your ass for the hundredth time today. You didn’t even seem to notice her hand offering you help to get up, your eyes still looking where Bucky was just a moment ago, staring at nothing in particular while your brain drowns in your overthinking.
Natasha sighs and decides to end the match here, kneeling down in front of you and placing her hands on your shoulders, shaking you gently to snap you out of it.
“Don’t overthink this.” She tells you when she’s sure she has your attention. “It’s probably just a friend visiting.” She tries to comfort you, but you both know that’s highly unlikely.
Bucky has no other friends outside the team. He doesn’t know how to talk to civilians anymore after everything he’s been through, and gave up trying to after the hundredth time he saw fear in a person’s eyes just by recognizing him. So his friend circle now includes the team and the agents of SHIELD that are not intimidated by him. Point is, every friend he has already lives in the Compound.
So who the fuck is here just to see him?
Natasha can see that this is a lost battle, your eyes barely concentrating on her as you start drowning in your mind again. All she can do when you’re like this is try to distract you and keep you out of your head. So she takes your hand and helps you up, leading the way to the common room to watch one of your beloved romcoms together, because that’s how much she loves you.
Big mistake.
“Y/N! Y/N!” The excited high-pitched voice came just seconds after you set foot in the common room. And that’s about the only warning you got before the excited 5-year-old jumped on you, your reflexes thankfully quick enough to catch her.
“Hi, Maguna!” You say while chuckling as the little girl hugs you. “You seem excited today. Did you get into the sugar cabinet again?”
Morgan giggles at your joke and shakes her hand before taking your face in her little hands and dramatically saying, “No! A princess came to visit uncle Bucky! A real princess.”
You frown, confused at what she’s talking about, before you look around the room and finally notice everyone else in it. Pepper and Tony are on the couch, looking at you lovingly as you interact with their daughter.
You love Morgan, she’s like a little sister. You never miss an opportunity to babysit her and you spend as much time with her as you can. She also loves you, out of all the Avengers you’re her favorite, much to everyone’s dismay. She calls them all ‘aunt’ and ‘uncle’, but you’re just Y/N. You’re her big sister, you don’t need a title. Which is why you're the only one other than Tony allowed to call her 'Maguna'.
Then you notice the other people in the room: Steve, Bucky and… Shuri. The fucking Princess of Wakanda, standing in the common room of the Avengers Compound and just smiling at you as you carry Morgan.
You’ve never met Shuri, but you know she played an important part in deprogramming the Winter Soldier out of Bucky, and you’re grateful to her for it. She’s important to Bucky, and you can’t believe you forgot Bucky has Wakandan friends.
You put Morgan down on the ground again and the little girl takes your hand and aggressively steers you towards where Steve, Bucky and Shuri are standing, clearly thrilled to be in the presence of a real life princess.
“Hi, I’m Shuri.” She offers you her hand when you get close enough and you shake it with your free hand while introducing yourself.
There’s a bit of an awkward pause and you’re about to say the first thing that pops into your head when Morgan thankfully saves you by pulling on your hand, making you look at her. She tells you to come close and, chuckling, you kneel beside her so she can whisper conspiratorially in your ear.
“She’s a princess and she’s really pretty, but I still like you better.” She whispers and you can’t help but laugh.
God, you love this little girl.
You smile brightly at her and launch a tickle attack, her adorable giggles filling the room as everyone looks at you two with warm smiles.
Your attention is solely on Morgan, until you unintentionally hear the whispered conversation between Shuri and Bucky.
“So, this is the girl, huh? She’s pretty.” Shuri says and your heart skips a beat.
You glance at them as discreetly as you can while still tickling Morgan, only to find Bucky looking at someone behind you. You turn around less carefully and see Sharon just entered the room, and she's also looking at Bucky with a smirk. You quickly return your attention to Morgan, but your mind is going a thousand miles a minute.
Of course he’d like someone more like Sharon. She’s pretty, she’s talented, she’s a total badass and she’s not afraid to go after what she wants.
She’s not a mass of anxiety in the shape of a woman that overthinks everything and becomes a flustered mess every time she’s even near Bucky.
It’s time to admit it to yourself: Bucky just doesn’t see you like that and you need to move on.
Natasha is right, your obsession with Bucky needs to end.
What you don’t see is Bucky almost glaring at Sharon because he knows damn well why she’s smirking. She came in just before Shuri whispered to Bucky, when he was very intent on looking at you with heart eyes as you played with Morgan.
Just before you looked at him, Bucky noticed Sharon and he had to hold in a groan at her because he knows that she’s never gonna let him live this down.
Both Sharon and Steve have tried really hard to convince Bucky that you like him back and he should make a move on you. But Bucky, being as stubborn as they come, never believes them.
He obviously makes you uncomfortable, you’re always stuttering when he’s around and you avoid eye contact whenever possible. He’s just glad that you can stand his presence enough for the two of you to work together when necessary and to hang out with the rest of the team without problems.
So he just enjoys looking at you from a distance. He loves watching you play with Morgan and his thoughts always run wild with images of you playing like that with kids that are yours and his.
But he knows that’s never going to happen. Why would you like a damaged, PTSD ridden soldier that can’t even make it through the night without waking up from a nightmare? No, that’s definitely not your type.
Bucky accepts the truth: He doesn’t deserve you and you don’t see him like that anyways.
It doesn’t matter that Sam thinks he’s obsessed, that won’t stop him from looking at you whenever he’s lucky enough to get a glimpse of his little ray of sunshine.
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LOGAN HOWLETT - BROKEN & MENDED
A/N: A new one-shot that I tried to write. It's okay, I guess. So here you go. Also, the title sucks, but... whatever.
Pairing: Logan Howlett x mutant female reader
Featuring: Avengers, Ex!Bucky Barnes x female reader
Warning: angst, fluff, implied smut?
Please, do not read if you are under 18. This story has sexual scenes.
Words: 3400+
Important note: I know Wolverine is like 160cm but… I forgot about tha that so, he’s a tall MF. (They kinda fucked that up in some of the movies, so whatever.) So Hugh Jackman!Wolverine
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LOGAN HOWLETT - BROKEN & MENDED
It felt like a dagger went through her heart. Her eyes watched her boyfriend and her best friend kissing in the kitchen. They didn’t know Y/N was there. It seemed that they didn’t care someone would be able to see them. She watched it all with her two eyes. The two people she trusted the most in the entire world broke her heart. How long was this happening? Why was this happening?
The vomit threatened to escape her throat. She was sick to her stomach from the betrayal. Shaking her head, Y/N silently walked away from the scene, heading back to the room she shared with Bucky.
When her eyes landed on the messy bed, she shared with him daily, her stomach flipped. She felt nauseous like never before. How often did he bring Natasha to bed while she was away on a mission? Her feet dragged her to the bathroom, where she ended up vomiting into the toilet.
Y/N stayed on the bathroom floor for another hour, thinking about her next steps. There was no point in crying over spilt milk. Bucky had decided to find peace in other girl’s arms. He had decided to break Y/N’s heart.
Sighing, she slowly got up, washed her face and rinsed her mouth. And then it hit her. How many people knew about this affair? Of course, Steve knew. He had to. He was Bucky’s best friend. Hell, even Sam had to know something.
She fished out a phone from her jeans and texted Tony. He, of all people, would be able to understand her. Once he agreed to see her, she washed her mouth one more time and left for the lab. As expected, Tony was tinkering on one of his suits. There was a big cup of cold coffee on the table that he didn’t drink.
“What’s up, Y/L/N,” Tony asked when he noticed Y/N in the lab. He immediately noticed her body language. Something was off. “What’s going on?”
She sat in an office chair, eyes scanning all the tools scattered around the place. “I need you to do something for me - no questions asked.”
His eyes captured hers, frowning. “Oh no, you can’t pull that card on me. What’s going on? What happened?”
No wonder Y/N wanted a ‘no questions asked’. A few months ago, Tony called Y/N to get him from a club. He was drunk, covered in vomit and upset about something. Y/N didn’t question it. She drove him to the tower, got him to bed, and they never spoke about it again.
Y/N took a deep breath, her lips quivering. She wanted to scream, cry and throw a tantrum like a child. Her heart was breaking some more. “I’m resigning.”
“What?!” Tony jumped on his feet. That statement woke him up. “What do you mean, Y/N? Does Barnes know about that? Are you two planning something? Are you pregnant?”
She shook her head. Damn, that last question got her even more. When did she start to feel the want to have kids with him? “He doesn’t know anything. I need you to accept my resignation and let me silently leave as soon as possible,” she said. “Please.”
Tony wasn’t a fool. He could see the pain in her eyes, how her lips trembled and how she tried to hold it together. Tony was able to put two and two together. Something happened between them - it was over. “Shit,” he shook his head in disbelief. “Holy shit.”
“Please, Tony,” she raised a hand into the air. “I have to do this. If he can’t come clean, I can leave without a word. Two can play this game.”
“But,” he closed the distance and put his hands on the woman’s shoulders. “You can’t leave the Avengers. You are like the little sister I never had. I can kick Barnes’s ass again if you’d like. Say the word and I will detach that damn arm from him.”
Y/N chuckled. It was hard to hold it together and not cry in front of Tony. “We can stay in touch, Stark. Please, don’t make me stay. My heart is broken, shattered into a million pieces. I won’t be able to look them in the eyes-”
“Them?” he interrupted her. “Who’s the woman?”
A tear finally escaped Y/N’s eye. “Natasha,” she whispered.
Tony’s fists clenched. He wanted to curse out loud and throw something into a wall. “I’m sorry,” was all he said to her. “I’m sorry things went to shit like this. Holy fuck, Natasha and Barnes? What the fuck?”
As the dam broke, Tony caught her in his tight embrace and let Y/N cry it out. He wouldn’t do it for anyone but her. As Tony said, Y/N was like his little sister whom he needed to protect. He pushed her away a little to look into her eyes. The pain in them was breaking Tony’s heart.
“Is there anything you need to take?” he asked. “Any photos or personal belongings?”
Y/N thought about it. All the photos she had were with Bucky, Natasha or the team. She didn’t have any family outside the Avengers. Everything she owned had been provided for her.
“No,” she said.
Tony sighed, nodding. “Alright.” He reached into the back pocket of his jeans and took out a wallet. He gave her a black card. “Take it.”
“What? Tony, no, I can’t,” she shook her head.
“Shut up, Y/N,” he frowned at her. “Take the damn card. I have twenty more. Get yourself a hotel, buy new clothes or a car - whatever the fuck you want. Text me from a new number once you settled down. I want to stay in contact with you even when you are on the other side of the world.”
“Oh, Tony.”
“I’ll let you know how the pandemonium went once they realise you are gone,” he chuckled at that thought. “Are you sure about this, Y/N?” he had to ask.
“I don’t owe Bucky anything - not even a stupid explanation. He decided to cheat behind my back with my best friend. God knows how long this has been going on for. I wouldn’t be surprised if Steve and Sam knew about this. I don’t trust any of them anymore, Tony. I was hurt many times before. This is a new level of pain I’ve never felt before. I thought he was it, you know? And look how it ended.”
“I want to say I understand. However, I don’t,” said Tony. “I’ll miss you, kid.”
. . .
Bucky had a phone pressed to his ear. He was walking around the lounge room like a lion in a cage. He cursed under his nose and redialed Y/N’s number. Steve, Sam and Tony walked into the lounge room, chatting. “Has anyone seen Y/N?” Bucky asked them. “I can’t get hold of her.”
“Have you checked your room?” Sam asked and sat on the couch. He put his feet up on the coffee table. “Or she’s with Natasha.”
“I’ve asked Nat. She hasn’t seen her the whole day,” said Bucky, frowning. He tried to call her again. “She’s not responding to texts. Where the hell is she? Did she go on a solo mission?”
“I don’t know anything about it,” Steve shrugged.
Tony crossed arms over his chest. “She left,” he announced.
All eyes turned to him. “What?” Steve asked. “What do you mean by that? Did Fury give her a solo mission?”
“She left,” Tony repeated sternly. Bucky approached the man, confused. “Barnes, come on, let’s not play this game. You think the woman wouldn’t notice?”
“What the fuck are you talking about, Stark?” Bucky spat. “Fuck, Stark, talk. Where the hell is Y/N?”
“Y/N found out about you and Natasha.” Tony’s fists clenched. He wanted to punch Barnes into his face. “How the fuck could you do that to her, Barnes? You didn’t have the balls to tell her the truth, to talk to her. And now, because you betrayed her, she left the tower - the team.”
Steve turned to Bucky, shocked by that revelation. “You and Natasha?” he gasped. “When?”
“Don’t tell me you didn’t know, Rogers,” Tony scoffed.
“Shit,” Sam commented. “What the fuck, dude?”
Bucky didn’t know what to say first. “When she’ll be back?”
Tony had to laugh. “You think she’s coming back? Come on, Barnes. You broke her heart. You cheated on her with her best friend. She’s never coming back. She left because of you. Also,” he turned to the Captain and the Falcon. “She thinks you two know about the affair.”
Sam jumped up on his feet, visibly pissed. “Whoa,” he glared at Barnes. “I don’t know anything about Barnes fucking Romanoff. What the fuck, Bucky? How could you do that to the best woman you could have ever had?”
“Sam, it’s not that simple-”
“The fuck it is,” Sam yelled at him. “I can’t believe you did that,” he said. “I’m so angry at you.”
“Sam. I… It’s…”
“Go fuck yourself, Barnes,” he punched Bucky into his shoulder and left the lounge room.
Bucky sighed, defeated. When he looked up at Steve, he could see the disappointment in his eyes.
Tony had to chuckle. “This is what happens when you think with your dick and not with your head and heart. This is your own doing.”
. . .
A FEW YEARS LATER
It was a big day. Tony Stark threw a massive engagement party for him and Pepper. He finally had the guts to ask the woman of his dreams to marry her.
He invited over a hundred people. He wanted to celebrate his beautiful fianceé, their love and happiness. Or in other words, another reason why to throw a party. Also, this was the perfect opportunity to see Y/N again.
It was almost two years since she left the team. No one knew anything about her except Tony and Pepper. They kept in touch with her the whole time. The couple knew about her new life, new role and more importantly new love. And now, they invited her to celebrate their engagement. Her new man was also invited.
It was supposed to be a big dinner with music and drinks. Everyone was there - the whole Avengers team, some SHIELD agents and even politicians who had a good relationship with the happy couple. And yet, Tony waited for his favourite person to arrive.
He was standing by the bar, nursing a drink. Tony’s eyes wandered around the place, trying to glimpse Y/N in the crowd. The dinner was about to start, and she still wasn’t there. A hand appeared on his shoulder, striking it lovingly. “Don’t worry. She’ll be here soon,” Pepper said to his ear. “She promised to come.”
He was ready to comment on it when his eyes noticed Y/N walk through the entrance, all dressed up and with a smile plastered over her face. A tall, muscular man stood behind her, helping her with her coat. Tony smiled, glad that Y/N had arrived with her new boyfriend. Tony liked that guy a lot. Same humour, both liked the taste of whisky and they dated amazing women.
“See, she’s here,” said Pepper with a smile. She raised a hand, waving to the couple.
“Are you sure about this?” Y/N heard her boyfriend’s voice close to her ear. “You don’t have to do anythin’ that makes you uncomfortable, baby.”
She turned to him, fixing his black suit. The way Logan was staring at her made her knees weak. His eyes were hungry, she was sure of it. When he saw the dress on her, he had to hold himself back. “I know, Lo’. I’m happy you’ve decided to come with me and be my plus one. Tony likes you a lot, to be honest,” she giggled. “Also, I’m done with my past and am focused on my present, with you.”
He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer. He pressed a kiss to her temple. “Come on, Y/N. Your friends are waiting. Nervous?”
“A little bit,” she had to admit.
Logan held her hand proudly. He tried to intimidate people with his glare. Y/N was surprised when she found him dressed in a fancy suit. Yes, it was all black - like he wanted. But damn, he looked sexy.
Together, they walked to Tony and Pepper, greeting them. Y/N hugged them both, while Logan shook hands with Tony and nodded towards Pepper.
“Congratulations, you two,” Y/N said with a smile. “You are finally doing it. I’m so proud of you, Tony. You are growing up,” she teased him.
“How are you holding up?” Pepper asked gently. “How are the kids?” her eyes moved to Logan.
“It’s not easy to teach young mutants,” Logan replied. “They can be a handful, ya know? But they love Y/N.”
Y/N wrapped an arm around Logan’s waist, smiling. “They like all of us. All of them are grateful to have a place to live and feel safe. And, to answer your question, I’m doing good. Am I nervous? Yes. Am I happy? Also yes.”
“I can’t believe you became a teacher in a mutant school,” Tony shook his head in disbelief. “Is it cool that you two are together?” he pointed between the couple. “Isn’t there any strict policy that you cannot date an old man?” he joked.
Logan glared at him. “Hilarious, Stark.”
“Come on, Wolverine. I am just messing around. But seriously, no policy?”
Y/N rolled her eyes. “No, nothing like that. Thank god.”
“Last time, it bit you in the ass,” Tony glared at Y/N.
She sighed. “I know, but why make these policies? I know in the end it can hurt the team, but… “ she shook her head, not finishing.
“Out of curiosity, what would you do if you weren’t allowed to date?” Pepper asked.
Logan and Y/N looked at each other. There was a brief silence. “I’d take her to Canada,” he said after some thinking. “We’d buy ourselves a place, somewhere in the mountains.” He could see how her eyes lit up when he mentioned living far away. “Unfortunately, we had decided to stay and teach young mutants. Who knows what will bring us the future.”
Y/N wanted to press a kiss to his lips. But she knew Logan wasn’t fond of PDA. Her mouth opened to tell him how much she loved him.
“Y/N?”
Y/N took a deep breath through her nose. Slowly, she turned to the voice, finding Steve standing behind the couple, surprised to see her. “Hi,” she said cheerfully.
“Wow, you look amazing. I’m glad to see you again,” he nodded, smiling. His eyes moved to the man beside her. Steve observed him - he was tall muscular and a bit scary. He stretched his arm. “I’m Steve Rogers,” he introduced himself.
Logan grabbed his hand, shaking it. “Logan,” he said firmly.
When their hands disconnected, both men turned their eyes on Y/N. “I see you are doing well,” Steve said to Y/N. “It’s been… what, two years?”
“Something like that,” she shrugged. Her eyes moved to Logan. “I’ll quickly go to the bathroom before dinner. I’ll be right back.” Instantly, Logan leaned in and he pressed a kiss to her cheek. Y/N couldn’t believe her boyfriend was affectionate in public. They would leave the PDA behind closed doors. It was sweet.
Y/N walked through the crowd of people, heading to the ladies' room. No one paid her any attention. She registered some celebrities and politicians. Everyone was here for Tonny and Pepper. Y/N opened the door, walked in with a gentle smile and was met with Natasha. The smile was instantly gone. The woman was staring at her reflection in the mirror, fixing her make-up when her eyes landed on Y/N.
Y/N’s eyes widened. Her breath got stuck. As much as she told herself she was ready for this, she wasn’t. “Hi,” she said neutrally and quickly locked herself inside a toilet room.
She heard the entrance door open and closed a few times. Y/N hoped Natasha left. Unfortunately, after she was done and left the toilet, Natasha was leaning against the counter, waiting.
“Hi,” Natasha greeted her, whispering. Her eyes followed Y/N’s every moment. “H-how have you been?”
Y/N sighed. She started to wash her hands. “Do we have to talk?” she asked emotionless.
“Yes, we do. I haven’t seen you in two years. I missed you,” said Natasha.
“You are kidding, right?” Y/N glared at her through the mirror. “How can you say this after what happened? How can you stand there and say those words when you had a thing with my then-boyfriend?” She turned off the water and wiped her hands with paper towels. “I promised myself I would enjoy this evening, celebrate Tony’s engagement and then leave. I guess things never turn out how we want.”
After she was done, Y/N left the bathroom. She was visibly upset. All she wanted was to hide in Logan’s arms, have a meal and leave. How could she believe she’d be able to come here? Why was she still this hurt when she had a wonderful man by her side? Did she…? No. The only thing left was the hurt. Her heart belonged to Logan now. She loved him more than she ever loved anyone.
“Y/N,” Natasha followed her out. “Please, let’s talk. You need to listen to me.”
“I don’t have to do shit, Romanoff.” Fate wasn’t kind to Y/N. When she walked outside, she was met with the one person she hoped to avoid the most. “You’ve got to be shitting me,” she cursed.
Bucky stood before her in a tux. His hair was short, face shaved and smooth. Those blue eyes were wide open as he stared at his ex-girlfriend all dressed up. “Oh my god,” he gasped. “Y/N, you are here.”
“Obviously,” she sighed. “I am Tony’s good friend,” she said. She wanted to walk away from the. Unfortunately, he gently grabbed her by her forearm, stopping her. “Let me go, Barnes.”
“Please, we need to talk. Only for a minute.”
Y/N yanked her arm out of his grip. “There is nothing to talk about. I don’t want to talk to any of you,” her eyes went from him to Natasha and back.
“Yes, there is,” he frowned. “You left without a word.”
She frowned at him. “So? You slept with my best friend behind my back. You cheated on me and didn’t have the balls to be honest with me.” Y/N fixed her dress and straightened her back. “I found you two making out in the damn kitchen. So, no, there is nothing to talk about. I came here to celebrate Tony and Pepper.”
Natasha sighed, upset about it all. Bucky shook his head. “You left, Y/N. For fuck’s sake you left without a word,” he raised his voice.
“That’s all you care about?” she asked. “Barnes, you broke my heart. Do you think I’d stay here after what happened? Do you think I’d be happy to see you two together? Wake up. Both of you.” Y/N turned to Natasha, to see her upset face.
A hand appeared on her shoulder, stroking it gently. Y/N released a deep breath she didn’t know she was holding and calmed down. She smelled Logan’s cologne he used for tonight. “You okay, baby?” he asked, eyes shooting daggers at the supersoldier and the spy.
Y/N strengthened her back. “Logan, meet James Barnes and Natasha Romanoff,” she introduced them. She didn’t need to define who they were and what they did to her. Logan already knew. “They don’t seem to understand that I don’t want to talk to them.”
Logan chuckled. “He seems like a guy who doesn’t understand a lot of things,” his eyes darkened. He was not fond of the man standing before him.
“Excuse me?” Bucky frowned.
“Oh, get a life, bub,” Logan scoffed. “The lady said she doesn’t want to talk to ya. So I suggest you leave her the fuck alone.”
With that, Logan grabbed her hand and walked with her away from the pair. He pulled her hand to his lips, kissing its top. “You okay, sweetheart?”
She nodded. “You know what? Let’s have some food, you know, do a little damage and then leave. I want to be alone with you tonight, sir. We have a hotel room that Tony provided us,” she winked at him.
“That dress needs to go as soon as possible,” Logan purred to her ear. “One hour and then we are gone, princess.”
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The Way Back Home
Logan Howlett x plus size reader
After months of being apart from each other, he’s finally back in your arms
Warnings: smuuuuuuuut, protected sex, slight housewife kink, possessive Logan
WC: 1.4k
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Logan was coming home today. After months of being away, dealing with rogue mutants, he was finally making his way back to his secluded cabin in the Canadian wilderness. He called you this morning, letting you know that he would be there by sundown and to say you were excited was a complete understatement.
You were practically vibrating as you danced around the two room home, cleaning up the various messes you had left, constantly looking over your shoulder at the heavy door, waiting for your mountain of a man to walk through. You missed him so much, missed the way he kissed your head every time you got close enough for him to snatch up, missed how close he held you during the night, hell, you even missed the way he would grumble incoherently when he was annoyed.
You needed to feel his touch again, to hear his voice untainted by the static of the shitty phone lines. As the sun began its descent towards the horizon, you quickly threw some frozen chicken wings in the oven, not bothering to actually turn it on since it would just burn in his rush to get you into bed, and skipped to the small bedroom at the back.
The silvery blue silk clung perfectly to your generous curves in a way that you knew would drive Logan wild. Your hair was done to perfection, light makeup only enhancing your features plus a little highlighter on the fat of your breast exposed by the skimpy lingerie. Turning away from the mirror, you picked up the last piece of your outfit from the side table.
The old metal clinked together as you lovingly pulled it over your head and let the cold material sit on your exposed collarbones. Just as you double checked your appearance in the full length mirror opposite your bed, the tell-tale rumble of your partner’s truck emerged from the quiet woods. Your heart pounded in your ears as it got closer, heat pooling at the apex of your thick thighs.
You scrambled from the room as the engine finally cut out. With each heavy footstep, your breathing became more laboured, your eyes darkened with lust.
“Sweetheart?” A moan shamefully slipped from your lips at the meer sound of his voice, the deep timbre shaking you to your core. The front door swung open and revealed the almost feral man. His brown eyes were almost black as they fell upon you, his barrel chest heaving beneath the already unbuttoned flannel, his dark jeans strained to contain his heavy erection.
“Welcome home.” You cooed and reached out for the larger man. Logan immediately dropped his duffle bag and took you into his arms for the first time in forever. He tasted like cigars and dark chocolate as his lips finally met yours. Never one for patience, his large hands fell to your ass, giving a firm squeeze as he pulled you closer to him.
His hips pushed into your soft stomach, trying to relieve the borderline painful ache of his cock. Your nails dug into his back, your mind going fuzzy with desire. Just as your vision began to swim with lack of air, Logan’s lips moved to your jaw, nipping the delicate skin as he worked his way down to your throat. “Missed ya.” He growled. “Missed ya cunt.”
Your breath hitched when his fingers curled into your cheeks, kneading the soft flesh. “I missed you too.” You shuddered, tilting your head back so more of your neck was exposed to his onslaught. Logan purred in appreciation, his sharp canines scraping against your pulse point. You gasped when he bit down, a wave of pleasured pain shooting directly to your pussy.
Logan’s nostrils flared with the smell of your arousal, the beast inside him screaming to be let out, to finally ravage you properly after being denied your perfect body for so long. The cold chain around your neck was a shock to the mutant. He pulled away, prompting a whine to slip from your parted lips, and looked down at you.
“Are those my dog tags?” You smiled shyly but the way your eyes sparkled was truly devious. “Why don’t you tell me Captain?” “Say goodbye to your pussy sweetheart cause she’s not going to make it out of this.”
——————
The couch creaked dangerously underneath you, shaking violently with each upward thrust. Your hips rolled against Logan every time his thighs slapped your ass. He had stopped speaking an hour ago, only feral growls rumbled through his hairy chest as you bounced on his fat cock.
Clothes and used condoms were thrown about the room, the small coffee table he had built for you lay in pieces from where he had pushed you onto it and taken you from behind. Your body was littered with bites and bruises, the scratches from your nails on his back and chest already healed.
One hand was planted firmly on your wide hip, his fingers digging painfully into you, certainly leaving dark bruises, while the other was wrapped around his dog tags, keeping your face lowered. Your thighs trembled with the effort of riding him, but the way he looked up at you, his handsome face covered in a deep blush, his brown eyes shimmering with so much love it made you ache, but you kept going.
“L-Logan.” You moaned, slowing down to a lazy grind, your throbbing clit rubbing deliciously against the thick patch of hair at the base of his dick. With a sharp tug to the chain, your lips smashed together, his tongue diving into your mouth. Your shaking hands pulled at his dark hair.
Arching your back, you pressed your soft body tightly against him, your hips unconsciously circling on top of him. He nipped at your bottom lip and you couldn’t help but smile as he moaned into your mouth. You could feel his abs tense below you, his end drawing closer.
Logan released his dog tags in favour of gripping your plump waist, guiding your movements. The metal tags bounced against your heavy chest, swinging in front of his face. “Fuck, you look owned like this.” The knot in your stomach tightened and your hips stuttered. The mutant’s lips turned up in a stupidly handsome smirk. “You like that don’t you? You like me telling you how you’re mine, wearing my dog tags, waiting for me like a good little housewife.”
“I need- mhmf- need a ring to be a housewife.” You sassed, punctuating your statement by lifting almost entirely off his cock and then slamming back down. You whined, feeling him twitch violently inside you, the head of his cock rubbing against your g-spot. Sweat dripped down your brow as your hands moved to his pecs, getting more leverage to rock down onto him.
The knot in your stomach wound tighter and tighter as you watched your lover struggle to keep his control, not wanting to cum before you. “Ring or no, yer mine.” He growled, thumb fitting against your clit and flicking it harshly. He bucked up into you, thrusting furiously into the sensitive ball of nerves deep inside you. “My girl.” The couch wobbled dangerously on its legs. “My wife.” White spots dotted your vision. “My pussy.” Your jaw dropped open in a silent scream. “Mine.”
You exploded at the same time, collapsing onto your lover as the pleasure washed over you. Logan howled as he came inside the condom, hands keeping you pinned to him, your orgasms tapering off. The cabin was silent for a few moments before, Crash! The old sofa gave way, sending you both tumbling to the floor.
Logan tucked you into his chest and rolled, taking the brunt of the fall, while somehow, still remaining inside you. He groaned as his back met the hardwood floor, his head bouncing painfully off the ground. “Logan! Are you ok!” You fussed, cupping his jaw to search for any injuries.
The older man chuckled and pushed your hands away in favour of sitting up against the ruined furniture. “I’m fine honey. Takes a lot more than some shit couch to hurt me.” You sent him a playful glare. “Yeah but you’re becoming an old man, James.” Logan, too used to your teasing, simply rolled his eyes.
“But you love this old man so that’s on you.” “Yeah I do.” You breathed, placing a quick peck to his lips. “You hungry? I’ve got chicken wings and beer.” “You know just the way to my heart woman.” He set you back on your feet with a sharp slap to your ass. You giggled and sent him a wink, wobbling over to the kitchenette, dog tags still swinging around your neck, missing Logan’s loving gaze.
If only you knew about the ring he had bought on his way home back to you.
“Oh by the way.” You called out over your shoulder, “You owe me a new couch.”
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Look at this gem!!! 💓💓💓 Oh my god, i loved it so much! My precious Logan and curvy reader... Like meeee.
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I dont know if you done this already, but what about you logan x fem reader fic, where reader is the little sister of Charles xavier or Eric, and they keep their relationship secret, but then everyone finds out and readers brother gets really protective of her and has a talk with logan trying to scare him off but it doesn't work
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Logan x plus size reader
How could Logan be stupid enough to fall for the little sister of an overprotective metal controlling mutant? As it turns out, very easily.
Warnings: angst, gunshots, burns/fire, fluff, protective!erik, descriptions of pain, reader is german but there’s no further description than vague references
WC: 2.7k
A/N: This went a little off of the request but I hope you still like it and I’m sorry for how long it took!
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She was too much like her brother in a lot of ways, but at the same time, they couldn’t be more different. Where Erik could command any room he walked into, she blended, finding a home in the shadows where she could be hidden. He exuded confidence and a suave attitude that could charm anyone. She was meek, shy but with a power bubbling under the surface that felt like an even bigger threat than any her brother could come up with.
Erik shot first and asked questions later, Y/N wouldn’t ask, she would get all the answers she needed with a single look and then dispose of the trash without so much as a flick of her wrist. While Erik controlled metal, Y/N controlled pain.
Logan met the brother and sister duo long before the mutants were fractured. He noted how beautiful she was, even when he only glanced at her through his peripheral vision. She was curvy, with a belly and plump thighs. He told them to go fuck themselves.
The next time she saw him, she was alone. She seemed lopsided without her brother beside her, incomplete. Logan saw the way her hackles raised when Charles screamed at him to leave, calling him a liar. He saw how she flinched when Erik was mentioned.
Wolverine knew what happened between them, the rift that hadn’t ever been healed, even after her death in the far future. He was stunned by her beauty then, finally seeing her in the flesh after so many years, alive and well. Logan pulled her to the side as soon as they were alone, embracing her. Y/N tried to push him off but when she felt his pain, the raw burning like his nerves were on fire, she wrapped her soft arms around him, easing him.
“Stay alive.” He told her. “Do whatever you have to, you have to live.” He pleaded before he was pulled back to the future but not without kissing her like it was the last time. He stole her breath away as he poured every ounce of love as he could into her lips.
When Logan strolled into the Manor many years after that kiss, Y/N stayed away from him. He was so much younger, so much more whole. She could see now the pieces of him that would break away over the years and it hurt her. She knew what was going to happen to him, what had happened to him. But he cornered her eventually.
“You seem to already know who I am.” She shivered when she heard his voice call out to her from the infirmary door.
“You made a very big impression on the school.” Her accent had long since disappeared, snuffed out by the need to be hidden, to be safe. She didn’t look at him, instead concentrating on cataloguing the new medical supplies that had been delivered the day before.
The mutant huffed, clearly not content with her answer. “You avoid me like the plague while everyone else is indifferent.” Her eyes flicked up to him briefly.
“Maybe I have decided that I already don’t like you. You did threaten to abandon a young mutant on the side of the road.” He scoffed at the mention of Rogue.
“She had it comin’.” He shrugged. “So what is it exactly that you do?” His large body lounged against the one hospital bed in the room. She couldn’t help but glance up at him. He was physically older, slight grey in his sideburns, more lines on his face but his eyes weren’t as sad, the deep brown swirling with emotions he was trying desperately to tamp down but hadn’t learned how yet.
He was still incredibly handsome though. He walked with a confidence that came from youth, that blind faith in himself and his strength that made him cocky and untouchable. Y/N turned away. “I’m the school’s nurse, I thought that was pretty obvious, given I’m in the infirmary.”
Logan grunted, crossing his thick arms over his chest, holding a beer bottle between two of his fingers. “I was talkin about yer power, bub.” That made her smile, the corner of her lips turning up. She wouldn’t admit it out loud but she missed his attitude.
“I control pain. It’s useful.” She shrugs off the question with a half answer. She picked up the last of the supplies on the infirmary bed, making a note on her clipboard before putting them away.
She heard him huff and a silence settled over the room but it was not awkward or uncomfortable, it was just… silence. The beer in his bottle swished as he gulped down the last of the brew. The supply closet’s door swung shut with a creak and she chanced another look at the man.
She couldn’t ignore the way his muscles bulged so she forced herself to turn away. It would do her no good to get involved with him in any capacity, even if her heart screamed for him. Logan took the hint, leaving the infirmary with a grumble and a glance back at her.
It was impossible to completely avoid someone like Logan, even in a school as large as the academy. He seemed to appear in moments when her guard was down, lurking in the corner of her vision like a ghost. His blue eyes locked onto her whenever they would be in the same room, both undressing her and observing her with some morbid fascination.
But no matter how hard she tried, her lips still ached from that kiss all those years ago and her heart burned to know what would become of them in the future.
——————
“You seem awfully close with the professor.” The manor was silent, a much needed reprieve after the long day of classes in Logan’s case and lots of skinned knees in Y/N’s. An ancient record player crooned in the corner of the huge sitting room, bathing its two occupants in pleasant song which was quickly becoming more of a lullaby. The older mutant sat on one end of the couch with his companion lying across the rest, a thick book propped up on her chest and her sock-clad feet dangerously close to his lap.
She let the statement sink in for a moment as Logan took another sip from his glass of bourbon he had pilfered from Charles’s not-so-well hidden stash. “Are you asking me something or just talking out loud?” He rolled his eyes.
“What do you think darlin’?” He snapped but his usual condescending tone was replaced with a sarcastic tilt to his voice. Her lips quirked up and she shut her book, letting it rest on her sternum as she met his gaze.
“Yes, Charles and I are very close. I’m the same way with Hank and Alex, we’ve all been here since the beginning.” She knew her answer was one that was far more simple than he would’ve liked but she wouldn’t give him the full story unless he asked.
Logan dropped his left hand from where it had been resting upon his chest onto his meaty thigh, the edge of his palm now just grazing the tip of her fuzzy socks. “Are you fucking him?” The question was so unexpected that Y/N choked on her own spit. She shot up as she coughed, tucking her legs beneath her. Too caught up in catching her breath, she missed the way his eyes dulled at the loss of her closeness.
“Scheiße.” The German naturally slipped from her lips and she thumped her chest with a closed fist. “God no! Having a telepath as a friend is bad enough, I could never imagine dating one.” He smirked, letting out a pleased chuff.
“So…” He prompted. Y/N leaned back into the couch. They now sat side-by-side and Logan was able to study her profile as she eased the drink from his hand, finishing it off in one gulp.
Her face was solemn, haunted by something he couldn’t quite place, even in his many decades of life. She looked as if she were in mourning. “I traded one overprotective brother for another.”
——————
Logan’s legs ached as he ran, the smoke from the fires that raged around him singed his senses. Flames licked up the sides of the manor as gunshots still echoed across the fields, even if the fighting had already stopped. They had come in the dead of night, guns and torches lighting their way.
The school had always been a risk, especially being so close to town. But young mutants needed a place to go. It was inevitable that those who hated them would try to run them out, they all thought they had more time.
It was her voice that pulled Logan from his retreat. Laced with tears, she was comforting one of the older students as he nursed a severe burn to his arm. They were laid out in the grass which was still damp from the early morning dew. Y/N cupped his face with glowing hands and Logan could clearly see the pain that rippled through her.
More students gathered around them, each with an injury of their own, each begging for some kind of relief. Exhaustion painted her face as her body wound tight with agony. The ground shook as Logan dropped to his knees next to her.
“Give me their pain.” She was withering away right before his eyes, driven only by a need to protect, to give the children comfort in the only way she knew how. She shook her head and instead moved to a girl who was no older than 13. A flesh wound cut across her leg, the edges of the wound burned with residual gunpowder.
A sob escaped Y/N’s lips as she took the girl’s pain and Logan watched as the woman began to wither away. She was killing herself.
“Give me their fucking pain.” He yanked her hands away from the girl and laid them on his broad chest. She thrashed in his hold in an attempt to pull away but he wouldn’t budge.
Her eyes met his and she froze. This was the moment that he had warned her about so many years before, a premonition that he would never remember. But to give her pain, her gift, to someone else, she couldn’t even fathom it. “Please.” He begged, squeezing her hands in his own. She was weakening, she doubted she could stop him even if she tried.
Logan felt like he was burning alive as gunshots ripped through his arms and legs. And yet he smiled at her and in that moment, something shifted between them. “That’s it doll face.” Heat rushed to her cheeks and it wasn’t because of the fire that still blazed behind them.
——————
The sounds of power tools and hammers were almost constant nowadays as the mutants worked together to rebuild the crumbling school. Y/N strolled happily through the halls, the walls still blackened from the fire. The students were gone, taken home by their families or sent to safe houses around the country, leaving only a few teachers who wanted to lend a hand.
“They’re working quite quickly.” Charles noted from his place where the greenhouse used to sit. A handful of people, including Logan, Hank, Alex and Rogue among others were steadily building a large room across the way- a brand new library.
Y/N chuckled as she handed him a cup of lemonade. “They have a goal to achieve. This school is important to all of us.” He grinned slyly at his long time friend.
“I’m sure one of them has another motivation for working so hard.” His blue eyes flicked to the love bite that peaked from her collar.
“Shut up.” She muttered with a kick to his wheelchair, Charles laughed under his breath as she walked away to the man responsible for her tender steps and slight limp. As much as Charles loved to tease, he loved even more that she was smiling again and the pain that always seemed to radiate from her mind was now a dull ache that was easily chased away by the touch of her lover.
As soon as she was near enough, Logan abandoned his work, his full attention turned to her. Her laugh carried through the summer breeze like a bird song as he wrapped her up in his arms, lathering her face in kisses. The others rolled their eyes and continued their work as the couple embraced.
“I see my absence was not missed.” Erik’s cool tone froze Charles’s blood.
Rage rolled off the mutant in waves as he glared at the man who was all over his precious sister. His knuckles turned pale and Charles could almost hear the way his muscles tensed. “Erik, what a surprise. I thought you were still on the run.” He looked up at his old friend though he almost didn’t recognise him. His eyes were so much older, his soul so much darker but yet, it was still him.
Y/N had yet to notice her brother, too wrapped up in the arms of her lover but as she pressed another kiss to his cheek, Erik’s anger mounted. He knew what Logan was, knew exactly what pain he was capable of inflicting. “How long?” He growled.
“A couple months though I suspect that Logan had been pining for her since the moment he met her.” Perhaps it was optimistic of Charles to divulge details of their relationship to Erik, but he was a romantic at heart. “Logan saved her life, Erik.”
Her laughter did nothing to ease the furrow in his brow but the way that Logan grabbed at her ample backside absolutely did something.
“Logan?” Y/N asked curiously as the man in her arms suddenly froze and his eyes widened almost comically. “Are you ok?” She cupped his cheek and pain unlike anything she had ever imagined rocketed through her veins. Her bones felt like they were twisting in upon themselves, severing nerves and destroying her body from the inside out. She could feel Logan’s flesh move unnaturally as she pulled him closer to her.
“Logan!” Her hands pressed harder into his jaw in an attempt to steal the violent sensation from him but still, his chest echoed with his suffering.
“Erik enough!” Her head whipped around, as did the attentions of all the other mutants gathered around. The fury in his eyes was like nothing she had seen before, as if he was looking at a roach he had crushed under his boot. His knuckles paled with the force of his power.
A howl of pain escaped Logan’s lips, finally breaking Y/N from her trance. “Release him or I’ll fucking break you.” She snarled and for just a moment, Erik faltered.
His hold wavered briefly but it was enough for Charles to grab his wrist and completely break his focus. “This is beyond childish.” He scolded as Y/N pulled her partner behind her but her deadly glare remained firmly on her brother. Erik didn’t bother to respond, instead his shoulders dropped in surrender and Logan collapsed, the pain finally dissipating.
There was a flurry of movement as she fell to her knees and the others rushed to make sure they were alright. “She’s happy, she’s safe. Leave it alone.” But Erik ignored his friend. His Y/N was gone and perhaps she had been for years. This woman that threatened him when he hurt a boy, as he had done dozens of times in the past with no fight from her, was not the girl he grew up with.
She stood up straight all on her own. She didn’t need Erik to balance her nor Logan to push her up, perhaps that’s why her brother slipped out in the dead of night, leaving behind the one thing that kept him tethered to his humanity. Y/N would awaken the next morning in the protective hold of the man she loved and find a single coin, rusted with age and stained with dried blood on her nightstand. She knew that she would not hear from him again, Erik was dead, only Magneto remained.
The worst decision indeed.
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Bucky Barnes - unfinished stories collection
A:N: hi, I have decided to post something here - some stories you can read. This is everything unfinished, unreleased and so on. This is going to be a long one. Three stories for now.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader
Warning: fluff, angst, there might be a lot of mistakes!
Bucky Barnes - Festival
“I would like to know more about your hometown,” said Bucky one night, while Y/N was slowly drifting to sleep. She had her arms wrapped around his chest, listening to his heartbeat. When he said that sentence, her eyes opened, and she looked up at him. This was the first time he wanted to see the place where she grew up.
“Really?” her voice was soft, and a smile appeared on her face. She stretched her hands towards his face and kissed his jaw lightly. “And where did this idea come from?”
He turned, kissing her forehead. “I was just thinking about you,” he chuckled. “And about the things you have told me and the team. The memories you have shared with us are funny, full of laughter and culture. I would like to see that, and experience that.”
Y/N slowly sat up, making her way up his body and sitting down on his lower abdomen. This move made Bucky turn on the night lamp next to him and look at his beloved girlfriend. Her hair was falling over her gorgeous face. The smile that was shining at him made his heart stop for a second.
“Have I told you how much I love you?” she bit her lower lip.
“Maybe I am going to need a little reminder,” he replied.
Y/N leaned towards him and her lips connected with his in a sweet kiss. “I love you very much Mr. Barnes. I would love to show you my town and I know exactly when we should go there.”
When she gave him another kiss, he asked, “when will that be?”
“In two weeks, there is a folklore festival happening. I can book a hotel room for us and believe me; we are going to spend a lot of money there. There are so many traditional, hand-made products. The food is delicious, and we might get drunk – or at least I will,” and she laughed at the thought. “The question is, whether we will invite more people, or it will be just the two of us.”
He brushed her hair away from that pretty face. The fingers slid down to her shoulder, inconspicuously taking off the sting of her satin PJs. “As much as I would love to spend more time with you alone, I think this would be a nice experience for the team as well. As long as we don’t have to share a room with everyone else, I am fine with this idea.”
She looked down, kinking a brow when she noticed how he was trying to undress her. “And what do you think you are doing?” she smirked and smacked his hands away. “As much as I would love you to fuck me right now, I am sore from the last round in our bath.”
Before she could do any other move, Bucky threw her under him and put both of her hands above her head. “Oh, come one, love, I know you are up for one more round.”
“Uh-uh,” she shook her head. “I love you, Buck, but, please, I need some time to recover.”
He leaned to her face and kissed the tip of her nose. “Alright,” and he climbed down from her, sighing. When he turned off the light, Y/N was snuggled to his side again, ready to sleep.
“Tomorrow, I will arrange everything,” were her last words before she drifted off.
. . .
Sunday morning was a traditional day for the team. They were eating all meals together not just because they are friends, but because they are also a family. Natasha and Clint made pancakes for the whole team. Various toppings, jams and fruits were ready on the dining table. Even Tony and Pepper decided to join them for the day.
“Morning everybody,” Y/N greeted everyone when she came into the dining room with Bucky following her like a sleepy puppy. “This smells amazing.”
She sat down next to Wanda who poured her fresh orange juice. “What are you planning for lunch?” the witch asked her, taking the first bite of a pancake. “Today, you and Barnes are cooking for us.”
“I have something special in mind,” she smiled and looked at Bucky, who finally woke up with a cup of hot coffee. “Can I have everyone’s attention?” she clapped her hands when the whole team was finally sitting behind a table. “Please, continue eating but listen with one ear at least.”
“Are you getting married?” Tony looked at her with a grin. “Shall I run for champagne?”
Bucky yawned, “no, that is not happening now. Also, we would not be telling you about an engagement during breakfast.”
“Then what is it?” Steve was worried a little.
“In twelve days, there is a folklore festival happening in my home town. It is an occasion of the year with a lot of food and an amazing programme,” Y/N started to explain everything. “Bucky and I will be attending this year. Before I go and book a room for us, I would like to know if there is anyone who would like to join us.”
“Me!” Natasha and Wanda raised their hands at the same time.
“Count me in,” Steve decided to join, with Sam raising his hand as well. The rest of the team remained silent or immediately decided to stay behind.
“Alright, so we are going to need three rooms. One double and two twins,” Y/N made a mental note. “Believe me, you will have the time of your life. We will be eating, drinking and dancing a lot,” her head turned to Bucky and she gently stroked his back. “I hope you will dance with me.”
“Anything for you, doll,” he kissed her cheek even when his mouth was full of food.
“Wait, when you said folklore, I can’t imagine what it is about,” Steve said.
. . .
The six Avengers arrived in Y/N’s hometown on Thursday evening. They were lucky to take the last rooms in a four-star hotel that was in the city. Thanks to Tony’s money, who was generous enough to sponsor this trip, they got the best rooms – Bucky and Y/N got a honeymoon suite.
“What do you think so far?” she asked him, jumping down on the king-sized bed. Finally, she was able to stay in this hotel and see its interior.
Bucky took a seat in an armchair and looked around. The room was beautiful; the bathroom was spacious – which brought a lot of dirty ideas into his head. He knew that they will have sex in the bathtub and in the shower; the bed will be the next location. “I am in love.”
“Should I be jealous?” she squinted her eyes.
A knock on the door interrupted them. “Hey, you two,” Sam said from the other side. “Are you decent?”
“No,” Bucky replied, making Y/N smack his shoulder.
“Come in,” she invited the fellow Avenger.
Sam came in, followed by Natasha, Wanda and Steve. They were all dressed in summer clothes, ready to hit the town. It was obvious that they decided not to unpack. They wanted to enjoy the short vacation.
“We are going for some drinks; want to join us?” Natasha invited them.
Bucky Barnes - I'm only a nightmare
They kept shouting her name, running after her but she didn’t listen. There was a ringing sound in her head that made her head hurt. The world became a hazy place. The people hated her because she brought nothing but death. Every mission, every chance to prove she was a good person, a good Avenger, her powers would fail her. This time it ended way worse than everyone predicted.
She kept having flashes in front of her eyes; of all the people in that building that lost their lives because of her stupid mistake; because for a moment she lost control of her power. Twenty casualties - twenty people that will never get to know how their life would turn out to be.
When she locked herself in her room, the only safe place she knew at the moment, she used her power to block the door and not let anyone in. She fell on her knees, hugging her belly as her head fell down on the cold hard floor. Tears streamed down her face and she kept crying loudly.
“Open the door, please,” said Steve, banging on them.
“Y/N, it is not your fault,” the second voice belonged to Natasha.
How could it not be her fault? She killed twenty people. Of course, it was all her fault. She was a murderer, a danger to the whole world. How could they let her become an Avenger? Just because she had the power to manipulate objects? Because she was able to use her force to destroy weapons?
“Y/N,” he said her name gently. It belonged to Bucky. “Let me in, please.”
As much as she loved him, and he didn’t know about it, she wasn’t able to let him inside. She couldn’t face him. She knew how disappointed he was.
Taking one last deep breath, she kneeled and scanned the room. A backpack was hidden under the table; her documents and ID were in the first drawer of the desk as well as the money she kept outside her bank account. It wasn’t much but it was better than nothing.
She stood up, reaching for the backpack. With her power, she opened the drawer and took out the money and documents. Before she reached the closet, the door opened and she took the first clothes she was able to find.
Y/N took off her suit and put on some jeans and a t-shirt with a jacket. Her long hair ended in a bun under a cap. Once she had on her sneakers she reached for her necklace. As she was about to pull on it, she stopped. It was a gift from Bucky - a beautiful heart necklace she showed him before her birthday months ago.
She was debating whether to keep it or not. With a deep breath, she let the necklace be and put her phone on the desk. She didn’t want them to find her. This was the best choice for every party.
Y/N knew what she was losing - the new family; the man she fell in love with; the new opportunities that came with being an Avenger. As much as her heart was breaking, there was no other choice. It was time to end the disappointment she was to the team.
With her power, she opened her window and climbed on it. The cold air hit her lungs, taking a deep breath. This time she didn’t feel like she was suffocating.
She took a glance inside her room one more time. She had to leave everything behind. It was the only option to keep everyone safe. The force she used on the door was long gone. Using her power, she flew up in the sky, heading north. One last tear escaped her eye, falling down on the roof of the Avengers compound.
They didn’t know she could fly. She never told them, never revealed this part of the power she possessed. And it was for the better.
With one last push, Steve was able to get inside her room, barging in with Natasha, Sam and Bucky. They were met with an empty messy room.
“Where the hell is she?” Sam said under his nose, quickly heading into her private bathroom.
Natasha came to her desk, finding the drawer open. “Shit,” she mumbled. “She took her documents and money,” and as she turned around, Natasha found Bucky standing at the open window, looking out.
“She ran away,” he whispered, heartbroken.
Clint came rushing into the room. “We had Y/N’s signal for a moment before it disappeared. She flew away,” he said. “I didn’t know she could fly.”
“What?” Steve gasped. “What do you mean? She can’t fly!”
“The radar and the footage say otherwise,” Clint sighed.
Bucky turned on his heel, leaving the room. He knew what he wanted to do - bring her back where she belonged - here, with her family, with her friends… with him. Sam quickly ran to him, patting his shoulder. “You good man?”
“I’m going to find her and bring her back,” he growled.
Y/N didn’t want to picture what was happening back in the HQ. Of course, they already knew she left and it was a matter of time before they would start looking for her.
At least she stopped crying and focused on her new and only mission - get away from the country as fast as possible.
With a lack of energy, she landed somewhere in a village. Taking a deep breath Y/N walked down the road, trying to find something that would take her to New York City where she would be able to hide better.
Luck was on her side and she found an older gentleman who was willing to take her to New York for free. “I am heading there anyway,” he smiled at her and showed her the truck he owned.
“Thank you,” she smiled at him and took a passenger seat, waiting for the man to get in and get going.
Bucky Barnes - After the blip (part2)
Sam and Y/N were waiting for Bucky while he went to see Zemo straight into his cell. As it turned out, he wanted to see him alone. Y/N hated the idea. At first she thought he would take her with him and leave Sam behind, but that wasn’t Bucky’s plan at all.
Now, they were both standing in the waiting room inside the prison, impatiently waiting for Barnes to come back. “I think this was a bad idea,” Sam sighed under his nose, taking a seat on a single chair that was in the room. “That man is unpredictable.”
“I know,” she nodded. “But I trust Bucky, even though I don’t like this at all. I’d rather be here in Berlin on a vacation and not visit the murderer of the King of Wakanda who tried to put blame on my boyfriend and then activated the Winter Soldier when he was captured by the CIA,” and she laughed. “It’s funny, you know? Say it to yourself one more time out loud and you will doubt his decision even more.”
“I just fukcing hope he will get the needed information, otherwise I will kick him in his ass and steal his metal arm,” Sam said sternly and rubbed his palms together. They were sweaty from being nervous. “This racoon that came from space was very interested in it.”
“Hey, Sam,” Y/N sat next to him, “five bucks Zemo will try to activate the Soldat again,” she grinned, trying to make a little fun of the situation.
It worked because he laughed. “I am not betting on that. It most certainly is going to happen. The moment he stepped into the room, Zemo would start singing. And I can see his face, not being too shocked when nothing happens.”
“A lot of things can happen during those ten minutes,” she sighed nervously. “So, while waiting, I suggest that after this shit-hole, we’ll go somewhere good to eat. I am starving.”
“Do you have anything in mind?”
“Well,” she thought about every place she knew in Berlin. “I know this fantastic place with the best german Schnitzel that you will love, Sam. And how do I know about this place? Well, let me tell you about the trip a few years ago when I was hiding with Natasha…”
The door opened and Bucky walked in looking as if nothing happened. His face was practically unreadable. Both Sam and Y/N were on their feet, waiting for some words. “Well?” Sam asked when nothing came out of him.
Both of his hands were hidden in the pockets of his jacket. When Bucky took a deep breath, an alert was turned on. Something happened in the prison. “What the fuck?” Y/N sighed.
A tall police officer came rushing to them. “Please, I am going to have to ask you to leave,” he said with a strong German accent, leading the three out of prison.
“Was ist passiert?” Y/N turned to the man, asking in German. (What happened?)
“Die Gefangenen kämpfen,” he replied. “Es ist gefährlich.” (The prisoners are fighting. It’s dangerous.)
Sam glared at Bucky, smelling something was too off. “What? I have nothing to do with that. I was escorted the whole time,” said Bucky.
They walked outside the prison in silence, not wanting to speak about the conversation that happened inside. What if someone was listening? There were cameras everywhere. So, when they were seated inside the rented car, Y/N took the word. “Let’s talk about it over a meal, shall we? I am really hungry.”
Bucky simply nodded, pleased with the idea and Sam kept glaring at him. “What Sam?” Bucky knew; he could feel his eyes on his head.
“Did you do something in the prison?” Barnes rolled his eyes but never responded. He didn’t see the point. “Fine, if you are not willing to sing, Imma show your girlfriend something amusing that happened two days ago in Munich.”
“What happened in Munich?” she asked curiously but kept her eyes on the road.
“I’d rather show than tell,” he smiled like a winner.
“Sam, I am warning you,” Bucky turned into a grumpy cat. “Don’t push it.”
“Could you two just stop, alright?” Y/N followed some cards down the street into the underground parking lot. “I feel like I am with two children that bicker all the damn time.”
Again, they kept quiet, until they came to the restaurant that Y/N knew about. The conversation kept flowing from the moment they sat down and ordered food. Sam was sitting opposite Y/N and Bucky, eyes following their moves and body language.
“So, what did you want to show me?” Y/N asked Sam. Instantly, Bucky’s metal hand found her thigh, squeezing it. He wasn’t fond of what she was about to see. It was embarrassing - his girlfriend seeing him fail at the very beginning of the mission.
Sam laughed and quickly took out his phone, trying to find a video. “I have footage of your boyfriend jumping out of the plane without a parachute,” he was laughing under his nose. Once he found the video, he turned the phone and pressed play.
There he was - Bucky, jumping down the plane, screaming. He had a hard fall, trying to slow down the fall by grabbing the branches of the trees until he landed with a hard thud. While Y/N kept looking at the video, Sam was still laughing. Even Bucky’s hand left her thigh and he turned his head elsewhere.
“Well, I’m glad you find it amusing. I hate to tell you this, Sam, but I don’t,” she shrugged and returned the phone. “Even though I agree it was stupid what he did,” she gave Bucky a glare, “you wouldn’t be able to do that.”
“Because I am not as nuts as he is.”
Bucky gave him a death glare.
“Let’s close this topic before anyone gets hurt,” she stopped them. “And Bucky, I love you but please, you need to laugh a little at the situation or say the first sarcastic remark that comes to your mind.”
“Ha-ha,” he replied without emotion. It did make her chuckle.
As they were talking, the beer was brought to them first. Because Bucky never got affected by alcohol, it was decided he would be the one driving.
Sam protested. “We are working,” he said. “We should not be drinking.”
“And you need to loosen up, bird-boy,” Y/N winked at him. “It’s only beer. Cheers, fellas.”
“Anyway, what did Zemo tell you, Buck?” Sam asked the super-soldier once he took a sip.
His eyes turned back to him as he took a big gulp of the cold beer and wiped off the foam from his lips. “He said I’m desperate.”
“Nothing new, what else?”
“He can help us and give us some information that we will receive later today,” he kept explaining. But with that single sentence, Y/N knew what he did. This time, it was her hand grabbing his thigh and her heart almost escaped her chest. “He needs to make some calls.”
“Well, we shall wait,” Y/N said and smiled as she noticed the waiter coming with their food. What Y/N promised, they all got - the best Schnitzel in Germany. They kept talking and eating for a while, until they left the restaurant in the evening with full bellies and satisfied.
“Let’s walk, shall we?” Bucky suggested once they stepped outside and got hit by a colder weather.
“The car is literally five minutes away,” Sam pointed at the direction Y/N parked the car. “And our hotel is the other way.”
“Stop whining and walk,” he took Y/N by her hand and together they started to walk down the street.
This move he made got her by surprise. He was not fond of PDA, nor was she, and yet he wanted to hold hands with her in public. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I had to.”
She bit her lower lip to prevent herself from arguing with him. She knew damn well why he was apologizing to her. She knew damn well what he did. What he said back in the restaurant, that was a bunch of bullshit. “You’ll have to explain yourself to someone else,” and by that she meant Sam.
They kept walking in silence, Y/N shaking off Bucky’s hand as she put them into the pockets of her jackets. Sam noticed the change of behavior and raised his brows.
As they approached an old building, Bucky turned to Sam. “I’m thinking about breaking Zemo out of jail,” he said. “Because of all the info he can give us and he can take us to places.”
They all entered the building, stepping into nothing but darkness. At the very entrance, in a small old security room, they found some torches. They used them to see their way down the hall until they entered a hall that smelled like oil and metal.
“What the fuck are you talking about, Barnes?” Sam frowned as he kept turning around with the flashlight. Occasionally, he could see Y/N standing between them, hands still in the pockets. “You want to break Zemo out of jail? Also, where are we? We shouldn’t be here, you know?”
Y/N was the one that found the light switch and turned it on, finally being able to properly see the men, turning their torches off.
“We have no lead or move, nothing, Sam,” Bucky continued. “He, on the other hand, has.”
“What we have is one of the most dangerous men in the world behind bars,” he scoffed.
“Which is ironic considering the fact we faced worse things than him. Although, I have to admit, his thinking and strategy is quite dangerous,” Y/N said nonchalantly, looking around the place. The place looked like a mechanic's garage.
“We have eight super-soldiers running around,” Bucky continued.
As the men kept talking and discussing Zemo, she kept walking around, checking the surroundings. Of course. Bucky knew what he was doing. He had all the info necessary to bring them all here. She knew him well; she knew he would do it and wouldn’t ask permission to do so.
“The Wakandans didn’t forget what he did, Buck,” she heard Sam say.
“Let me walk you through a hypothetical. Can I walk you through a hypothetical?” Bucky asked.
“Oh no, what did you do back in the prison?” Sam’s eyes widened.
“I didn’t do anything,” he lied.
“What a fucking liar,” Y/N mumbled under her nose and crossed arms over her breast, leaning against the nearest car. She rather took out her phone studying the news as she kept listening to Bucky’s hypothetical scene - a scene that was in a way put into the newest news article.
The only thing that was actually hurting her, right now, was the fact that Bucky knew how she felt about Zemo. They talked about it the night they spent in Baltimore. and yet, he decided to do as he pleased. How could Sam never predict this? Was he so blind and deaf? She knew the moment he decided to go see him alone.
“I don’t like how casual you are being about this. This is unnatural and also, where the fuck are we?” Sam was slowly losing it. He wanted answers and they came a moment later.
And there he was - Zemo coming from the other door, dressed as a policeman. His entrance made nothing but chaos.
“Y/N,” Zemo grinned at her. “Wasn’t expecting you here.”
“Well, at least you are not the only one surprised in this room,” she frowned at him, eyes never leaving his face.
“As I can see, you are not the one surprised,” he chuckled.
“I knew what to expect from my man,” she said neutrally.
Zemo laughed. “Of course, you and the Soldat are still a thing.”
“You are going back to prison!” Sam shouted at Zemo.
“If I may…”
“No!” both men and Y/N shouted at him at the same time.
Sam turned to Y/N who was too calm in this situation. “Don’t tell me you knew,” he shook his head.
“I didn’t,” she said truthfully. “But I know James and I know if he would tell us, we wouldn’t let him do this. As much as I fucking hate this,” she turned back to Zemo, glaring at him, “it might actually be helpful.”
“When Steve refused to sign the Sokovia Accords, you backed him. You broke the law, and you stuck your neck out for me. I'm asking you to do it again,” said Bucky.
Sam had an inner battle happening inside of him. As much as he wanted to send Zemo back to jail, he had to admit they needed help. “Okay,” he nodded. “But, you will not make a move without our permission. And if you do, I will have Y/N snap your neck.”
“My pleasure,” she sang happily.
“Alright,” Zemo nodded calmly. “Follow me,” he turned on his heel, heading back to the room he came from.
It was another hall, filled with expensive collector’s cars. There were at least ten pieces parked, all different brands. The room definitely smelled like money. “Are we starting this with grand theft auto?” Sam questioned, eyeing all the vehicles that they passed.
“These are all mine,” said Zemo proudly.
There were some nice pieces, Y/N had to admit. What Zemo was saying, his family collected them over the generations and now, this psychopath was a proud owner of these babies. That fucker.
As she was looking at the beautiful, expensive cars, someone breathed against her neck. She turned around, frowning, only finding Zemo standing there with a grin on his lips. “So, still going strong with the Soldat.”
She huffed. “His name is James and yes, we are, thank you very much,” she winked at him. He was about to open his mouth when she stopped him. “Before you say anything, baron, I would like to warn you - no one here will save your ass; no one will protect you and believe when I say that I will be the first one to hurt you when you even think about betraying us, is that clear?”
He laughed. “Wow, I didn’t think you would become this tough, this overprotective.” And with that smug grin on his face, he took a few steps back.
As the men were talking and discussing their steps, she kept standing behind, watching them closely. It would be a tough mission to keep those three children from bickering. It was enough that Bucky and Sam would squabble - with Zemo with them, she would feel as if she was in kindergarten.
“Shall we?” Zemo opened the door of one of his car. “The mission will not wait.”
Sam was immediately opening the door next to the driver, frowning at the baron. “I will keep a close eye on you while you drive.”
Bucky opened the door of the back seat, waiting for Y/N to get in. Once she was seated, he sat next to her and sneakily grabbed her hand, squeezing it.
“You okay?” she whispered to which he simply nodded.
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I don’t care if I know you bc we’re mutuals or I follow you or you follow me or if you’re just randomly on my dash/notes but if I see your url and I see that boop button you’re getting fucking booped
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Haha! This is the best thing Tumblr came up with in a long time :D
It's like the new "poke me" button, but cuter and better.
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A Touch Of Hope (Logan Howlett)
Pairing: Logan Howlett x female mutant reader
Summary: After a mission went wrong, Logan brought an injured mutant into the school. And with that, new hope has arisen - for mutants, for the school, even for Logan.
General warning: graphic depictions of violence, smut, explicit language and more.
This story is for 18+ audience. Minors DNI.
Author's note: I love that Logan is tall in the movies. They... fucked up. And I am here for it. The reader is a female. I don't do any description BUT she has long hair (I'm sorry). If you find something, let me know. I am writing this for fun, not rushing and just enjoying the process.
Set in an alternative universe. In other words - I can do what I like.
• Begin Again (Chapter One)
After a failed mission, Logan unexpectedly brings home an injured mutant. | Words: 5300+
• 'Hell' (Chapter Two)
Y/N shares how she escaped 'hell’. | Words: 4300+
• Spark (Chapter Three)
Charles reveals something more about Y/N's mutation. | Words: 3800+
• Window of Opportunity (Chapter Four)
In Salem, Logan and Y/N have the opportunity to save the boy. | Words: 5200+
• Revelation (Chapter Five)
Scott decided to be a dick and share something he shouldn’t. | Words: 4300+
• Better (Chapter Six)
Things are slowly turning around. Or are they? | Words: 3100+
• Bar (Chapter Seven)
It’s a fun night out at a bar. | Words: 3300+
• Bonding Moment (Chapter Eight)
The students get to know Y/N a little more. | Words: 3700+
• Babysitting Gone Wrong (Chapter Nine)
Charles asked Logan and Y/N to babysit the students while the rest of the staff was away for the weekend. | Words: 6200+
• Need (Chapter Ten)
Things move forward between Logan and Y/N. | Words: 4300+
Staff: Charles Xavier, Hank McCoy (Beast), Piotr Rasputin (Colossus), Remy LeBeau (Gambit), Bobby (Iceman), Kurt Wagner (Nightcrawler), Kitty Pryde, Anna Marie (Rogue), Ororo Munroe (Storm), Logan Howlett (Wolverine), Scott Summers (Cyclops), Jean Grey, Peter Maximoff (Quicksilver)
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LOGAN HOWLETT - PROM
A/N: As I already mentioned, I have developed a huuuuuge crush on Wolverine.
Pairing: Logan Howlett x mutant female reader
Warning: smut
Please, do not read if you are under 18. This story has sexual scenes.
Words: 6600+
Important note: The reader has long hair, did my best to not describe her at all. ALSO, I know Wolverine is like 160cm but... I forgot about tha that so, he's a tall MF. (They kinda fucked that up in some of the movies, so whatever.)
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Logan Howlett - Prom
A peaceful evening, that’s what he wanted. Once the students were in their room, Logan could finally have some time off with a bottle of beer that he was able to sneak into the school. And since he knew no one would be in the lounge room at this hour, he grabbed the beer and walked there. To his surprise, he was met with Y/N sitting there.
She was surrounded by papers. It seemed she was grading some essays. He observed her. The way her body hunched over the papers, how her head was low, he knew she was almost asleep. But then her head fell a little and she made a sound. Shaking it, she whispered “shit” under her nose and continued to work on the essays.
“Go to bed,” Logan said when he fell on the leather couch.
Y/N’s head lifted, frowning at her colleague and friend sitting there as if he owned the whole damn place. “I need to finish this tonight.”
“You need to rest,” he talked back, annoyed by her stubbornness.
Her eyes followed his every move. The way he sipped the beer, how relaxed he was on the couch and his eyes kept checking out the papers all over the place. “No, I need to grade. Only a few more left.”
Y/N taught English and literature in the school. She wanted to have this out of her neck before she would give them another assignment - that is, if someone would piss her off again, like the last time.
“Need any help?” he offered.
She kinked a brow and grinned. “Have you read The Great Gatsby?” she asked.
“No.”
“Then, unfortunately, you cannot help,” she said with a teasing smile.
“So, what did the kids do to deserve to write an essay?” he asked. His eyes never stopped following her hands over the table as she went through all the papers.
She sighed and put a grade C on the essay she finished correcting. Then she put down a comment, for the student to know what they did wrong. “One of them was rude to me. He made an inappropriate comment and the class laughed at his boldness, or as I’d like to call it, stupidity. He got detention and the whole class had to write an essay.”
Logan chuckled. “You are strict.”
“Well, no offence, but the kids respect you out of fear. They don’t respect me and so I punish them like this,” I glanced at him with a smile and put one of the last essays in front of me. “2500 words is not that much, to be honest. Especially when the theme is: Gender roles in The Great Gatsby.”
He opened his mouth to comment on it but then closed it. “Fair enough.”
Y/N yawned again and rubbed her eyes. She put down the pen and stretched on the couch. “Alright, a little break won’t hurt me. Just a few minutes.”
“You will fall asleep.”
“No, I won’t,” she said with her eyes closed.
“Yeah, you will, Y/N. Don’t argue with me. I know you well,” Logan said grumpily. He knew he was right.
Sighing, she stood up and did more stretching, just to wake up a little. “Now, I won’t.”
He rolled his eyes and sighed at how stubborn she was, again. “Hey, is it true that Colossus is taking you to the prom?”
Y/N stopped moving and slowly turned her attention to him. What the hell was he talking about? “What?” she was confused. “What prom? And no?”
Now it was his turn to be confused. “The prom that the Professor promised the students like a month ago. It’s this Saturday,” he reminded her.
With her mouth agape, she sat her ass down on the leather couch, her eyes wide and unblinking. “Shit, I forgot! How could I forget? I never forget anything when it comes to my job, the kids… Shit.”
Logan had to chuckle at her reaction. He found it quite adorable. “Y/N, you’ve been working your ass off for the kids. No wonder you forgot. It’s a good thing I reminded ya.” He drank the rest of the beer in one go. “‘Cuz I’m the best at these things.”
“Fuck, right,” she said with an irony in her voice. She wanted to smash her head against the nearest wall.
Y/N was never the one to forget anything and now, it happened. Where was her head the last few weeks? “I have no dress or shoes or anything,” she started to talk mostly to herself. The panic, tiredness and some anxiety showed in her power that she had thanks to her mutation. A forcefield started to glitch around her.
Logan’s eyes widened. “Uh, princess, you need to calm down,” he said. “Take a few deep breaths before you hurt me.”
Y/N’s forcefield was unique. It could protect but be deadly if she handled it correctly.
She glared at him but did as told. She took a few deep breaths until the glitching forcefield stopped. “You know I hate that nickname,” she growled. Logan was no idiot - she was a liar. She liked those nicknames he called her. It made him chuckle.
“Sure,” Logan winked at her. “Lie to yourself all you want.” He enjoyed it when he could rile her up. “So, do you have a date for this prom?” he asked her again.
“No,” Y/N replied as she started to pack all the papers. “As you didn’t already notice, old man,” she knew where to press his buttons, “I forgot about the whole thing. So, no, no date.”
“Wait,” Logan stopped her before she could leave. “So you are telling me, that you don’t have a date? How is that possible?”
She shrugged. “No one asked me. But it doesn’t matter anyway. I believe Bobby is taking Kitty, and Charles and Storm will be attending together. And I think Colossus will ask Angel to be his date since they have this thing going on.”
“What if I was your date?” Logan suggested nonchalantly. His eyes were fixed on her, watching her reaction - and it was a good one. A sparkle appeared in her irises, she stopped talking and just opened and closed her mouth like a fish underwater. “We could go together if you’d like.”
Her lips twitched to a small smile, intrigued by it. “You’d want to go with me?”
“I wouldn’t mind going as your date,” he said, his voice was a bit husky.
“And here I thought you would like to avoid an event like this,” I shook my head in disbelief. “Too much noise, too many kids at the same place.”
“I am full of surprises, princess,” he winked at her.
That stupid nickname made her roll her eyes. “Fine, you can be my date,” she agreed after a while. “But we still need to look after the students and be responsible teachers,” I warned him. “No booze, sir.”
“What?” he frowned, obviously not happy with that information.”Who made that rule?”
“It’s a student prom and they are all underaged,” I explained to him. “You think the Professor will allow alcohol? Ha, wake up, darling.”
“Look who is using nicknames,” he pointed it out. “I was about to say I am excited about the whole prom thing. This changes everything. I don’t even know if I wanna go.”
Y/N got annoyed by that comment. She gave him an evil glare. “Fuck you, Logan. And here I thought you’d be excited that I agreed to be your date. Maybe I should ask Hank to be my date.”
“Oh, come on, princess, I am messing with ya.”
When Y/N was sure she had all her belongings, she walked away from him. “Goodnight, Logan,” she sang to him.
She couldn’t see but Logan had a gentle smile on his face, pleased by all the teasing. There was some excitement bubbling inside of him. She agreed to go to that stupid prom with him.
Y/N hid in her room where she finished grading the last essays. She didn’t let herself think about anything, or anyone until the work was done. Luckily, the last essays were very good and they all received an A.
She changed into a T-shirt and shorts and got into her bed. The moment she turned the light off, she thought back to the last half an hour - to the part where Logan asked her to be his date for the school prom.
A laugh escaped her throat. The Wolverine asked her to be his date for a school prom. How surreal.
Her heart fluttered and her cheeks got hot. The truth was, she liked Logan a lot. There was something eye-gripping and panties-dropping about him. In the past, she would date the exact opposite men than was he. And the way Logan would mess with her, she secretly loved it.
With him, she didn’t have to pretend to be someone she’s not.
The next few days were normal. She taught English and Literature classes and found the time to dress shop with Angel two days before the prom. She found a beautiful red dress with secret pockets on each side and an exposed back. It had a deep cleavage that would show her breasts perfectly.
“So, found a dress yet?” Logan stopped by her side the day before the prom. He was standing close behind her, breathing in her scent.
“Aren’t you a curious soul,” she tilted her head and grinned. “You know what they say: Curiosity killed the cat.”
“What if I want to match a tie?” he asked innocently, to which she had to laugh. “I am serious, Y/N.”
Y/N turned around and was met with his eyes staring into her. She pressed a book closer to her chest and smirked at him. “See, if I tell you my dress is blue, would you put on a blue tie?”
He made a face. “No,” he said seriously.
“So why ask if you won’t do it anyway.”
“Come on, Y/N, tell me,” he nudged her shoulder.
She laughed and pushed him out of her way. “I want it to be a surprise, so stop being nosy,” she winked at him and left to teach another class.
Logan grinned when she left him standing in the hallway, but there was one person who saw the interaction - Hank. The Beast passed by him in the hallway, staring at the Wolverine, chuckling. “You two are unbelievable,” he commented.
“Shut up,” he growled at Hank.
“Come on, it’s… adorable,” he said the word carefully.
Logan rolled his eyes, already done with the conversation. He walked down the hallway to his class where he taught history.
He had a thing for her and he couldn’t even lie to himself about it. Logan’s eyes would linger on her longer than necessary. He would watch her leave and stare at her back until she was gone (well, he stared at her ass, because god, it was a good ass.)
When Saturday came, all the students were excited about this event. The girls who came up with the idea of having a prom were praised by many. The boys and men had to help set the outside with balloons, giant speakers, and other decorations. Storm and Kitty were in the kitchen preparing the drinks for the evening - making sure they were non-alcoholic. Charles forbade any kind of alcohol because the students were too young to drink.
Logan was still pissed about it. It was one thing to go to a stupid prom with a beautiful woman by his side, which made him rethink the whole “stupid” thing. But on the other hand - no alcohol? Not even a beer? It would be difficult.
Y/N came to the kitchen with two big boxes on top of each other, followed by Bobby who had another three, keeping them cool. Deserts arrived. They decided that finger food was the best option for this event.
Bobby wanted to take one dessert, but his fingers were smacked by Kitty, who glared at him. “No,” she said strictly.
“But I helped,” he pleaded. When Kitty didn’t permit him one tiny piece of cake, he left the kitchen puffy.
“Will this be enough?” Storm asked when she looked at all the boxes.
“Maybe you should ask that boy, Dean, who can make any food with a snap of his fingers to make us something,” Y/N suggested, smiling innocently.
“Wouldn’t that be mean?” Kitty questioned.
Y/N only shrugged as she walked out of the kitchen. “It’s worth trying,” she then shouted at them when she was farther away.
Logan walked inside the school just as Y/N was about to hit the upper floor. “What’s with the dumb face?” he pointed at her, curious about that smile playing on her lips.
Her eyes squinted, giving him an annoyed expression. “Always so curious, huh?”
“And you are always so mysterious,” he smirked at her.
“You like it, Logan,” she gave him a wink and continued walking up the stairs.
If only she turned to see the smile on his face as he watched her walk up the stairs. “Hey,” he stopped her before she disappeared into the upper level. “Should I come for you tonight?”
Y/N leaned against the wooden bannister. “It depends on…”
“On?”
“What kind of movie effect do you want: ‘Princess walking down the stairs - the Princess effect’ or ‘I shall come for you, my darling to admire you in secret’.” She said the other one dramatically. “So, what do you want?” And then she made the Scales with her hands.
She could see the wheels spinning inside Logan’s head. He thought about what he wanted to happen. And then she heard a faint “fuck” coming out of his lips.
“Both of them sound good, huh?” she smiled brightly, showing him her white teeth. “If you don’t come by 6:30 pm, I’ll know you want the ‘Princess effect’.” And she was gone.
That woman is a fucking tease, he thought. She did things to him and he was hard, painfully hard. Gritting his teeth, he left the hallway and went to the kitchen to fetch himself something to drink.
When he didn’t come by 6:30, Y/N knew he decided on the ‘Princess effect’. She checked her appearance in the mirror one last time before she left her room. The prom would start at 7 pm and the teachers had to gather a bit earlier.
Her heels clicked on the hardwood floor. She was curious to see Logan’s reaction. Hell, she still couldn’t believe he asked her to this prom. Y/N had to laugh at it. But it was thrilling. There were butterflies inside her stomach, tickling her - or was it her vagina?
As predicted, Logan, Hank and Bobby were chatting at the stairs, all dressed in fancy suits. And from what she could see, Logan chose an all-black suit. Fuck, she thought.
Bobby was the first one who saw her. “Wow,” he said when his eyes landed on her. “You look good, Y/N.”
And then Logan turned and his eyes widened, observing Y/N in her long red dress. She looked gorgeous, like a princess. Fucking princess effect.
There was a slit up her right leg to her thigh that showed up when she walked. Her breasts were screaming at him, as they were pressed against the dress and popping out. The way her hair was loose on her shoulders and her make-up and… he was fucked. Her scent surrounded his being, influencing his every sense.
“Gentlemen,” she greeted them with a soft smile.
“Dressed to kill?” Bobby commented.
“Something like that,” she winked at him. “After all, this is my first prom ever.”
Logan’s eyes still lingered on her face, occasionally drifting to her breasts and then up her neck to her lips and eyes again. He still didn’t say a word to her. Maybe he forgot to talk? Fuck, he forgot to breathe and exist.
“First prom?” Hank was surprised. “If that’s the case,” he looked at Logan and chuckled, “you are doing a splendid job.” He patted Bobby on his shoulder as a sign to leave Logan and Y/N alone.
She made a face and looked at Logan. “Did the ‘Princess effect’ work?”
He released a breath that he was holding. “You look hideous.”
Y/N laughed out loud. She wasn’t offended, because she knew he didn’t mean it at all. “Uh-huh, sure, if you say so.” She reached her hand to his face and helped him close his mouth. “You are drooling.”
“The fuck I am,” he rolled his eyes. Like a gentleman, he gave her his arm to grab. When she did, they walked outside.
They looked like a deadly couple. When they arrived at the outdoor prom, everyone who was present turned their attention to them. Logan, dressed in black, which was shocking as it was, and Y/N in a sexy red dress, was a deadly combo.
Some of the students, who were already there, stared at the couple, whispering about them. Logan could hear their whispers. Enhanced hearing was a blessing and a curse. They couldn’t believe that those two were attending together.
Is Mr. Howlett dating Miss Y/L/N?
How could she say yes to him?
How the hell did that happen?
More students came and the prom could finally start. The music was loud, drinks and finger food were served and the students had a great time. The teachers stood together at a drinks table, talking. Compliments were flying around. The women even admired how Logan looked in his suit, but he would grumble something under his nose. He was getting grumpier by the second. He desperately needed alcohol or anything else that would help him survive the night.
“Shit,” Y/N gasped when her eyes found Johny zapping other girls with his electric ability. “I’ll be right back.”
Logan was the first one to watch her leave, eyes travelling up and down her body. “Fuck me,” he cursed.
“We are not blind, Logan,” Charles wheeled to his side, his eyes were in the crowd, watching as Y/N talked to the young student. “And, excuse me, but your thoughts are screaming some things that I wish I didn’t have to hear.”
“So don’t be a creep and listen.”
Charles chuckled, shaking his head. “You should make a move, Logan.”
“We are colleagues,” he said.
“Whatever you say. But we see the chemistry between you two. Plus, you make a good team during missions.”
Annoyed, he turned to Charles to talk back, but the man was already talking to Kitty. Logan shook his head in disbelief. He hated to admit that what Y/N meant to him was something he wished he didn’t want to experience again - out of fear of losing that person, again. She was the air he needed to breathe, the water he needed to drink.
Some teenage boys approached Y/N on the dance floor once she was done with Johny. Logan frowned, not liking how close they were to her. Horny teenagers.
“You look real’ nice teach,” said one of them.
“Wanna dance?”
“No, first with me. I do enjoy your classes the most.”
What a fucking liar, Logan thought. None of the boys were interested in her classes or teaching or her knowledge.
Logan clenched his fists tightly. The more he listened to how those boys talked to her; how their eyes travelled her body, looking where only he should be the one looking, the more he wanted to scare the shit out of them. And when she took a step back, his legs moved forward, determined to step in and shoo them away.
“Is there a problem?” his voice got darker, more intimidating.
The boys feared the great Wolverine and so they quickly stepped back. “We were just…”
“I believe there are other girls more suitable for you,” he hugged, crossing his arms over his chest. “Go bother them.”
With a snap of fingers, they were gone. They wouldn’t dare to talk back to the Wolverine. And, they feared he would make their lives miserable during history lessons.
“Charming,” Y/N commented, chuckling.
“You should have seen how they were looking at you,” he glared at her. “As if you were their prey.”
“Good thing you came to rescue little ol’ me.”
He rubbed his face with a hand, sighing. “I need a drink. To hell with this no alcohol policy.”
“Already so grumpy? And the prom barely started,” she gently stroked his arm, feeling the muscles under his suit.
“Well, it sucks.”
She took a step closer to him, tilting her head up to watch his face. “You know, this dress has secret pockets and I might have something inside of them that is forbidden this evening.” She gleamed with innocence.
Logan inhaled her sweet scent again. He saw that teasing smile, could feel her body heat and he could breathe her in until the end of his time. “Are you suggesting that there’s some forbidden substance on you right now?”
Her lips crooked into a wicked smile. “Come with me.”
He didn’t have to be told twice. He walked by her side, farther away from the students and the whole prom, heading to the pond. The estate was vast. It was a perfect place to sneak around at night.
“For a teacher, you know how to break the rules,” he commented.
“Rules are meant to be broken, or am I wrong?”
They stopped by the pond, next to one of the big thick trees standing there proudly. It was a perfect spot to be hidden but also see if any of the students were sneaking away from the party.
They were surrounded by darkness. Only the moon gave them enough light to see each other’s faces.
Y/N reached into one of the pockets and took out a black flask. She waved it in front of his eyes. “You are the best, princess,” he said. He was quick enough to take it out of her hand, open it and take a sniff. “Whisky?” he was surprised.
“Please, repeat that I am the best, go on,” she goaded him.
“You are the fucking best, princess,” he said and took a sip of the liquid. “Damn.”
He handed her the flask and it was her turn to drink. “We are the two most irresponsible teachers. How can Charles trust us with the kids?” She put the flask to her lips and drank the liquid. It burned her throat and she turned up her nose. “It’s been a while since I had whisky.”
“Why drink if you don’t like it?”
“Who says I don’t like it?”
“Your face,” he grabbed the flask from her again.
“Rude, you know that?” she made an offended face.
“Shut up,” he laughed at her and drank once more. “You’re a bad influence, you know that, eh?
She raised a brow. “Are you complaining? I can take the flask and leave you here while I enjoy the drinking alone.” Y/N reached for the flask but he grabbed her wrist tightly.
“Don’t you dare, princess,” he huffed. “You’d let old man suffer like this?”
She scoffed. “What a fucking liar.”
“I’m over 150 years old,” he states, his hand not leaving her wrist. “So, yeah, I’m old.”
“Uh-huh, ancient even,” she put a mocking smile on her face. “ The Smithsonian called, they want their fossil back.”
“Very funny.”
Her eyes drifted to his hand wrapped over her wrist. “You know, I don’t mind that you are holding me, but I want to drink.”
Logan clears his throat and lets go of her. “Sorry,” he apologizes.
Y/N drank the whisky. “So Canadian,” she commented, making a fake French accent. “Always apologising.”
“Are we on this again?” Y/N loved to tease him about this. The Canadian jokes were funny. Then again, he would tease her for her European heritage.
“Oui, oui ma chérie,” she replied in the best French she could muster.
“Fuck you with those Canadian jokes.”
“Ha, you wish.”
Logan took the flask out of her hand to drink again. Y/N was quick enough to take it before he could put it to his lips. A new sound escaped Logan’s throat as he pressed himself closer to her to reach for the flask again. He was successful. Y/N wanted to steal it again but Logan put it up in the air, mocking her to take it from there.
The annoyance on her face was evident and he laughed. “Come and get it, princess.”
Y/N tried. To get it, she took a step closer to him and stretched her arms up as much as her body let her. The front of her body pressed against his hard, muscular chest. Logan could feel the shape of her perfect breasts.
His eyes found her. That’s when he realised how close her face was to his. All he needed to do was to lean closer and he would be able to get to her lips - taste them for the first time. Once her breath hit his face, he went for it.
Logan closed the gap between them and pressed his lips against her in their first soft kiss. He tested the waters, just to find out if she wanted this or not. When the kiss deepened, he let the flask drop to the grass and his arms wrapped tightly around her body. Their lips moved, exploring each other lips and mouths. He found a moment where she would grant him access and he pressed his tongue inside her mouth to explore it a bit further.
Y/N’s arms were around his neck, pulling herself as close to him as possible. “Logan,” she moaned his name when his lips moved to her chin and then to her neck. He found a sensitive spot that got her weak in the knees and another moan got out of her throat.
Logan stopped the kissing to look into her face. “Fuck, princess, I dreamt about this for some time now.”
“So why are you stopping now?” she whispered.
“I don’t think I will be able to stop,” he admitted, brushing her lower lip with his thumb.
Y/N took it between her lips and sucked on it. “Maybe I don’t want you to stop,” she said after she let it out with a pop.
His lips were back on her in a messier kiss. It was all tongue and teeth, biting and pulling. Her hands stroked his chest over the fancy clothes he wore, wanting to feel as much of him as possible. Logan’s hands gripped her ass tightly, enjoying how it felt on his big palms. “I want you, baby girl.”
“I want you too, Logan,” she moaned into his mouth.
He pressed her harshly against the nearest tree they stood by, pushing his body to her. He was painfully hard and there was no way he’d be able to stop now. So when her hand found his bulge, he was a goner.
“Fuck,” she gasped.
His hand found her exposed thigh and it travelled up until he made her wrap the leg around his waist. Then he pressed the bulge against her clothed pussy. And that was rewarded by another sweet moan.
All of a sudden, he stopped and looked into her face. She was breathing heavily, a hint of confusion evident on her face. Her eyes asked why he stopped. Her hands grabbed tightly onto his jacket. “Not here,” Logan said after he caught his breath. He wanted to slap himself for saying that.
“Why not?” she sighed, impatient.
“‘Cuz a princess like you should be treated like one,” he explained. “Plus, tonight you look like a fucking princess.” He wanted the best for her. “And maybe in time, I’d fuck the soul out of you somewhere in the woods.”
A slow smile pulled on her lips. “Ah, so you think about this not being a one-time thing?”
He carefully let her exposed leg go. He then put a finger under her chin. “Fuck, no. You can’t deny there’s somethin’ between us.”
Y/N’s arms were back around his neck, breathing in his scent. He still hadn’t smoked those cigars because there was no trace of the smell on him. Her fingers scrapped his nape and it made him roll his eyes in pleasure. “The teasing, the banter, how we make fun of each other… yeah, there definitely is.”
He hummed. “Plus, everyone can see it, as they kept reminding me the last few days.”
That made her laugh. “Yeah, I had my talk with Ororo.”
Y/N pushed her back from the three and she yelped in pain. Some of the wood scratched her back. “Fuck,” she cursed.
“And that is another reason why we should take this somewhere else,” he said as his hand brushed her hair off the back and swiped off some of the bits of wood and dirt. He could smell a bit of blood.
Before they headed back to the dance, Logan picked the flask from the ground. There was some alcohol left. He handed it to her and she took a sip. Afterwards, he drank the rest of it. They walked side by side, his big hand brushing against her smaller one. Here and there, they would give one another fleeting stares.
“I’m gonna take you for a ride tomorrow,” he said out of nowhere and that got her attention. “What do you say?”
“Oh, like a date?” she nudged his shoulder. “I didn’t know you do that. I always thought that you were above these things. You know, toxic masculinity and shit.”
“Now you hurt my feelings, princess.”
“I’m just messing with you, Lo’. But I’d be lying if I said I’m not surprised. I really didn’t picture you as the one who would ask a girl on a date. It’s nice.”
“So, is that a yes?”
Quickly, she got on her tiptoes, pulled on his hand to lean a bit to her and she kissed him on the bearded cheek. “Yes.”
When they came back to the prom, they kept some of the distance between them. Kitty was the first to approach them. “Hey, I think the Professor said no alcohol,” she pointed at the flask that Y/N was holding in her left hand.
“Cough syrup,” she said innocently.
Logan had to hold back his laugh. Kitty, on the other hand, shook her head in disapproval. She watched as her friend put the flask into a pocket of her dress. “Sneaky.”
“I told her she’s a bad influence,” Logan commented. That earned him a slap on the shoulder.
Someone’s gentle fingers brushed against her back. “What happened to you?” Ororo’s voice came from behind her. She found the tiny scratches on her back. When she moved her hair to the side, there were more of them.
“Oh,” Y/N waved a hand. “Just slippery grass and I bumped into a tree.”
Kitty made a face and Ororo glared at her too, knowing she was lying to them. Then their eyes were on Logan. “She’s fucking clumsy.”
“Right,” Ororo commented.
“If you’ll excuse me, I am going to the bathroom,” she said. Nothing better came to her mind to get away from that situation. And with her head high, she left her friends and Logan standing there.
Y/N ended up in one of the closest bathrooms where she tried to take a peek at her back, to see how bad it was. She was able to see some scratches on the left side of her shoulder, but it was not that bad. Yes, there were scratches and some blood, but nothing horrible. All she needed was to clean it off with a wet cloth.
Her sigh reverberated through the room. It all kept coming back to her - the way his lips felt, how he kissed her and touched her. How he pressed her against the tree, ready to have his way with her. Fuck, he was packing. She thought they would fuck there, right against the tree, but he didn’t want to. And it all brought a smile to her face.
Y/N had been pining for him for some time now. In her eyes, Logan was the exact opposite of a man that she would date in the past. He was the epitome of a man. She couldn’t count how many times her panties dropped when she talked to him, or when he did something. And those damn claws. Fuck!
After washing her hands, she left the bathroom and headed back to the prom. Maybe she could ask him to dance with her? Would he?
That didn’t happen because Logan was standing at the stairs, waiting.
“Why are you not outside?” she asked.
He reached a hand to her. She eyed him, curious why he did that, but gave him her hand. “Just come,” was all he said.
Logan took her upstairs, all the way back to her room. He was inside maybe twice, never paying her room any special attention until now.
She had a guitar by the table, a queen-sized bed with a night table and a lamp. Her walls were decorated with shelves and books. It was a cosy room, better than his. Y/N opened her mouth to question him. Logan made her sit on the bed. “You have a disinfection?”
She peaked at him through her dark lashes. “Bathroom.”
Logan went to the other door in the room where found a shower, toilet and a sink with cabinets and a mirror. He went to the cabinet under the sink where he found a box marked a first aid kit.
He sat behind her on the bed, brushing her hair away from her shoulders so he could have a peek at her exposed back. Without words, he cleaned the tiny scratches from the tree. “Shit, there’s some wood inside this one,” he cursed once he found one wound that needed more treatment.
He found tweezers that helped him get out the piece of wood. She didn’t even flinch. Once he was done, he put the first aid kit back in the bathroom.
Y/N stood up and waited for his return. “How will I repay you, my knight in shining armour?”
His actions spoke louder than words. He grabbed her by the neck and pulled her close to his body, his lips back on her as they were over half an hour ago. Her hands removed his black jacket and let it fall on the floor.
“You look so hot in a suit,” she mumbled between the kisses. “I could eat you up.”
He chuckled. “I think that is my line, princess. Now, tell me, how much do you like that dress?”
Y/N stopped everything she was doing and took a step back. “Oh no no, do not touch the dress with your claws. It was fucking expensive and I like it.”
That playful grin on his face would be her death. He sat down on her bed and took off the tie. “Take it off for me, now, or,” he looked down at his fist as his three adamantium claws came out of his skin. “Or there will be no dress left.”
Her fingers found the tiny zipper on her side. Y/N’s eyes never left his dark eyes, boring into them as she teasingly took off the dress as he commanded her. His claws were gone once he stood in front of him only in her red thong.
“Fuck, princess, look at you.” He ogled her from head to toe, his eyes lingering longer on her perky breasts. Her body had beautiful curves that he dreamt about for a long time.
Y/N was quick to get to him and sat on his lap, pressing her pussy against his hard bulge. Her hands grabbed the middle of his black button-up. He couldn’t let a sound out, she ripped the buttons, exposing his hard-toned chest.
“How is that fair?” he snarled.
“And how is it fair that I am almost naked here while you sit here, all comfy and clothed?” she cocked her eyebrow. She took the piece of clothing off him completely, admiring everything and anything on him - those toned arms and shoulders, that chest, and fuck, even though he was a hairy man, she was into it. Her fingers dug into his skin, leaving deep red marks on his chest.
His lips found her neck in delicate kisses that he pressed to her skin, trailing down to her collarbones until he found her chest and latched onto her nipples hungrily. “These tits were made for me.” He bit onto one, making her yelp.
Y/N’s hands went between their bodies, finding his belt and zipper, trying to get inside of them hurriedly. “Impatient?” he asked.
“Yes.”
She heard his dark chuckle that then turned into a moan once her hand got inside his trousers and grabbed his length. “Princess, don’t be a tease.”
With his help, the rest of his clothes were gone. Logan lay down on her bed, watching her crawl on top of him. Her breasts were right at his face. One piece of clothing was separating her sweet cunt and his cock and that was the damn thong. One of his claws got out of his hand and precisely tore the piece of fabric without hurting her. He took the damaged panties away and threw them on the ground.
“Now, are you gonna stare at me or are you gonna ride me with that sweet pussy of yours?” His hands then rested on her thighs, lazily travelling up to her sides and then to her gorgeous breasts, squeezing them. His fingers tweaked her hard nipples, making her moan for him.
“Come on, princess, be a good girl and ride me.”
Y/N grabbed his cock and aligned it with her entrance, carefully sinking onto it. Her mouth was agape as she kept her eyes locked onto his one. “Fuck, so thick.”
First, the pace was slow. She tried to get used to his girth. After a few thrusts, she sped up. Logan’s hands grabbed her and they entwined their fingers. “Shit, sweetheart, you squeeze me so well. Your pussy is amazing.”
“Logan,” she said his name hoarsely.
He quickly lost his patience and switched them. Y/N landed on her bed with a huff and he entered her before she realised what happened. The room filled with skin-on-skin slapping sounds. He fucked her rough and fast. Y/N’s nails dung into the skin on his back. As much as she wanted to, she couldn’t hurt him.
His left hand went between their bodies until he found her clit and toyed with it. “Fuck, Y/N. I’m going to cum.”
“Yes,” she moaned. “I’m s-so close. Fuck.”
“Come on, cum for me, princess. I wanna feel you.” He put her right leg over his shoulder and got deeper than before. “I can feel you’re close. Come on, cum for me.”
It took a few more thrusts and some strokes on her clit when she climaxed. The way her cunt squeezed his cock brought him to his peak fast and he spilled inside her, coating her walls white. “Ah!”
“Fuck, fuck,” he cursed as his thrusts got sloppier, slower. He stopped once her pussy stopped spasming and his release ended.
Their breaths were heavy. Her chest was heaving and it was a beautiful sight to watch her breasts move in front of his eyes. He latched onto one of the nipples, sucking on it. “Fucking beautiful.”
Then their lips connected in a heated kiss, tongues battling. She giggled when he looked back at her. “Damn,” she whispered. “That was hot. Maybe…”
“Maybe what?” Logan was curious. He rolled next to her side.
She snuggled closer to him, resting her head on his chest, breathing in his scent. “How about,” she started slowly. “Tomorrow, after you take me for a ride on your bike, I ride you on your bike?”
He laughed, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “You will be the death of me, princess.”
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Hello. Hi. It's me again.
Just a little update for you. I am struggling with writing. I feel like my writing sucks. I have a feeling I used to write way better. Now, it feels so bland. I have noticed I used "and" a lot. The sentence structure sucks. The whole creative writing went out the window.
I kind of lost confidence, to be honest. That is why I have not been able to write this past week. I didn't write a single word (this rambling doesn't count).
To be honest with you, I thought that at this time, I would be a writer - a real one. That didn't happen. I am still trying. I fail every time. It is not good enough. The story doesn't go the way I'd like. Oh well...
I will write more Logan fanfic. I will continue to write A Touch of Hope. The story sucks, but... whatever.
I need time.
So... yeah. Just a little update.
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Hi.
I am so lazy to write. (And read.)
I have one page of a Touch of hope.
5.5 pages of a one-shot.
My writing sucks. Oh well.
Just taking my time with things.
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