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imyourbratzdoll · 2 days

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I crave a good fluffy fic with wolverine, his wife is a badass and when someone threatens him she loses her shit and kicks their ass🫡 with so much disrespect.

hey baby, I'm so sorry for taking so long! I hope you enjoy what I did, it's a bit more violent than you probably wanted.

summary - a dumb 'bad guy' lures you and your husband out, things take an escalated turn when he threatens your husband.

warning - SUPER violent, like extreme level probably, swearing, mentions of sex, dude talks of touching what's his but nothing triggering, dick and balls suffer rip.

18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

You couldn’t believe this guy, he was really threatening your husband right in front of you. Thinking he was all tough because he could throw fire or some shit? You didn’t know what he could do, except talk a lot of shit. That was probably his power. What was his name again? Captain Talks Shit? Shits A lot? Little Fucker? Who cares, all you care about right now is that he’s threatening your man.

You walk out of the shadows, having heard enough because honestly. Why do the bad guys always talk for so long? Have none of them realised or picked up from past bad guys mistakes? It was tiring and a waste of your time because you and Logan could’ve been gone by now, screwing each other silly, probably somewhere extremely risky. But, noooo. You had to listen to this jackass.

“Listen, dick licker. If you don’t stop threatening my fucking husband. I’m going to rip your arm off and beat you with it.” You growl, moving to stand in front of Logan. (Sure, he would have protected himself and it may look weak to the other guy that a woman is standing in front of an extremely large man, in more ways than one, wink wink. But you happen to know that this turns your husband on and who are you to deny him his fantasies?)

“Is that a threat?” Captain Dipshit sneers.

“Did it sound like a fucking compliment, Princess?” You watch as he eyes you, sizing you up and in his mind he’s probably thinking ‘yeah, I can take this chick.’ You hope his ego deflates before you kill him.

“Listen, Babe. This is between us men, now why don’t you run along and go make us a sandwich or something. Maybe put on some cute lingerie and wait for me in the bedroom ‘cause once I’m done with your husband here. You’ll be creamin’ around me.”

Logan shakes his head, stepping way back. He remembered when he accidentally said something similar and he was in a coma for a whole month, not even his fast healing could help him.

It was like a switch turning on, the beast that lived within you had been released from its cage and not even God could save this man now. You stalked towards him, he still smirked thinking he was safe. You jump, wrapping your legs around his neck and twisting, bringing him down using a move your good friend Natasha had taught you. You move swiftly while he is down, sending a harsh kick to his face, hearing the satisfying crack of his nose and possibly jaw breaking. You grab him by his hair and lift him, a large grin covering your face as you bring him eye level with you.

“You wanna repeat that, Princess?” You bring him closer, whispering in his ear. “How bout you go make me a sandwich, put on a cute set and I’ll bash your dick in with a baseball bat. How do ya like the sound of that? Cause I love it.”

He struggles within your grip, trying to swing at you but with your other hand that isn’t gripping his hair. You snap his arms, relishing in the sound of bones breaking. His screams echo the warehouse, dumbarse had lured us in here without a backup plan or backup.

You let go of your grip on his hair, immediately switching to gripping his throat instead. “You don’t like my plan, Princess? Rethinking the whole thing? Cause ya already pissed me off by threatening the man I love, but then you had the balls to say THAT? Tell me, Princess. Just between us girls. Did mummy not give you any hugs as a kid? Cause how did you think this was gonna go? You could’ve ‘killed’ the Wolverine, but he wouldn’t have stayed dead. No. But if he heard you touching me, touching what’s HIS. He would’ve torn you to shreds, but slowly. Very slowly. It’s what makes me love him.” You pat the man’s cheek, grinning as he winces.

“How bout an apology and I won’t kill you.”

“F–fuck you.” He spits at you, SPITS. Not even clear fucking spit, this shit has blood in it. You lift your hand, wiping the spit with the back of it and then onto his clothes.

Your face screwed up. “Well, that was stupid.” With quick movements, you throw him, watching him crash into a wall so hard that it leaves a dent. Your hand reaches out and a bat flies into it. “You’re not wearing that cute set and I don’t have a sandwich, but this will do.” He tries to shuffle away, his eyes wide. You stalk toward him and swing, smashing his dick and balls with one hit. Think Superman merged with Hulk strength, how do you think his twig and berries did?

A scream rips out of his mouth before his eyes roll back and he falls backwards. You frown and poke him with your bat. “Hey mista, you dead?” You look at Logan, “Bitch passed out.” He shakes his head at the pout on your lips.

He walks over and places a kiss on your head, “C’mon, let’s go home now or better yet. You ready to do something real risky, Sweets.” Your eyes light up.

“Do you mean…?!”

Logan nods, smirking. “I’ll finally let you fuck me while I drive.” Your squeals escape as you jump into his arms, smothering his face with kisses.

“OH THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU! You’re the best husband a woman could ask for!” And with that, Logan carries you out as you stare at him dreamily.

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kgficz · 3 months

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Back in Time

Logan Howlett x Reader, Wolverine x Reader

Summary: Set in Days of Future Past; Logan has lost everything, he has lost you. He’s finally been sent back in time to change the future. How can he keep his head straight when he travels back and sees a younger you?

Word Count: 1.6k

Author Note: Reader has heightened strength and ages pretty much as slowly as Logan.

Hearing a knock at the door startled you; no one had come by in years. You shook your head slightly before walking over to the door and cracking it open, wanting to check who it was before you welcomed them with open arms.

“Can I help you..?” You questioned with a raised eyebrow, the attitude clearly shown in your tone.

The man gazed down at you, his lips parting as he sucked in a breath. You frowned as he watched you; feeling slightly uncomfortable by how focused he was on your features.

“Hello..” you add, waving a hand in front of his face; causing him to snap out of it.

“Uh.. hi” he replies quickly, his face still showing surprise as he fights the urge to reach out to you.

“What- happened to the school?” He asks, his shoulders rising and falling as he breathed deeply.

“It’s been shut for years” you reply, still keeping the door only slightly open. “Are you a parent?” You add

“Sure as hell hope not” he chuckles, his eyes still fixated on you.

“Where’s the Professor?” He questioned causing you to cock your head.

“What professor?” You ask, playing dumb.

His hand reaches in an attempt to open the door, but you’re quick to push back against it; you’re strength matching his.

“I know he’s here, I need to talk to him” he attempts to explain. You can tell a part of him is holding back as he talks to you.

“He’s busy” you reply, pursing your lips; not trusting this guy.

Soon he pushes through the door, his strength finally winning as he walks past you.

“Hey!” You yell before grabbing his arm and spinning him around to face you. “What do you think you’re doing?” You question with a scowl on your face.

He grins as he looks over your face. “Look, my name is Logan” he begins, “I’ve been sent here to speak with Charles and although you’re incredibly gorgeous, you’re not gonna to stop me” he finishes before turning around and heading up the staircase.

“Don’t you walk away from me” you reply angrily as you storm after him.

You stand in front of him quickly, blocking his way to Charles’ office.

As Logan attempts to move past you, you bring your leg up; kicking him hard in the chest and sending him flying across the stairs into the opposing wall.

He hits the wall with a groan before dropping down; his legs quickly keeping him balanced. You stand tall, prepared to take him on before he smirks.

“It’s been a long time since you’ve done that” he chuckles before coming back over to you. You tilt your head, confused by what he was saying. You sure as shit knew you hadn’t met this guy before.

“You ready to get the hell outta here?” You taunt.

“I don’t want to hurt you, sweetheart” he replies.

“I wouldn’t worry about it” you scoff as he continues to walk towards you.

You pulled your arm back before landing a blow to his chest, causing him to stumble. You step forward again, ready to launch another one when he grabs your fist with his hand; squeezing your knuckles. You prepare yourself to kick him again when you’re unfortunately interrupted.

“What’s going on here?” You hear Charles say as he walks around the corner. Logan drops your fist when he looks up.

“Professor..?” Logan mutters.

“Please don’t call me that.” Charles replies quickly.

Your eyes flash between the two of them. “You know this guy?” You question Charles.

“Yeah, he looks- slightly familiar” Charles says as he steps up beside you.

“You can walk..” Logan acknowledges, his eyebrow raising.

“Well, aren’t you perceptive?” Charles replies as he walks past you both and down the stairs. The two of you follow him quickly, although your eyes are focused on Logan.

“This is private property..” Charles begins, turning to face Logan. “I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”

“I’m afraid I can’t do that..” Logan replies.

“Because— well, I was sent here for you.”

“You can tell whoever it was that sent you, that I’m busy” Charles replies with a roll of his eyes.

“That’s gonna be a little tricky..” Logan says, “since the person who sent me… was you” he adds.

You and Charles immediately exchange looks; you’re clearly give him the ‘this guy is nuts’ look that he has seen so often.

“What..?” you ask, cocking your head at Logan.

“About 50 years from now” he adds as his eyes lock with yours. Every time he gazes at you.. his eyes soften.

“50 years from now..? What like the future?” Charles laughs.

“Piss off” he adds with another chuckle, looking back over at you.

“If you had your powers right now, you’d know I was telling the truth” Logan states, his eyes moving back to Charles who was now sitting on the staircase in front of him.

“How do you know I don’t have my p-“ Charles begins to question. “Who the hell are you?” He adds, growing frustrated.

“I told you. I know you, Charles” Logan replies, walking over to him. “We’ve been friends for years..” he says before looking over at you.

You were beginning to think he may be telling the truth.

“I know your powers came when you were 9. I know you thought you were going crazy when it started- all the voices in your head” he says, tapping the side of his skull. “And it wasn’t until you were 12 that you realised all the voices were in everyone else’s.” He finishes.

A deep breath escapes you. How did he know this? You didn’t even know this stuff about the Professor.

“Alright.. you’ve peaked my interest. What do you want?” Charles asks cautiously.

“I need your help to stop Raven. We need your help”. Logan answers.

“What does Raven have to do with this..?” You ask in a soft tone, causing Logan’s attention to snap back to you.

“Her power becomes weaponised” he replies, taking in a breath.

He begins to explain what happens. How her actions lead to the downfall of all mutants. That these “machines” begin to adapt to your abilities, hunting you down and taking you out one by one. As he remembers the people he has lost, his eyes fall on you; as though he is trying to memorise the features of your face, the freckles on your cheeks…

The way he looks at you; you begin to feel that he truly does know you.

“Even if we do believe you..” Charles mutters, “Raven won’t listen to me” he concludes.

“I know.. that’s why we’re gonna need Magneto too” Logan says, standing tall.

You let out a huff as he finishes speaking. “Excuse me?” You question. “You do know where he is, right?” you say and he nods.

Charles begins to chuckle to himself as his head hangs down. “He is where he belongs” he replies as he stands up and begin to walk out of the room.

“You’re just gonna walk out?” Logan begins, “the Professor I knew wouldn’t give up on someone who lost their path. Especially someone he loved.” He adds.

You bite the inside of your cheek as he says this, thinking back on Charles and Erik.

“You know.. I think I’m beginning to remember you now. Tall, angry fellow with contentious hair..” Charles begins to reply, “we came to you a long time ago, seeking your help.” He says as he steps closer to Logan.

“I’m gonna say to you, what you said to us then” he says quietly.

“Fuck off”

Logan’s hands reached out, grabbing the scuff of Charles shirt and pulling him towards him. You quickly step forward, your hand grabbing Logan’s arms and squeezing tightly.

Logan’s focus shifts to you for a moment, his jaw clenched before he lets go.

“Listen to me you little shit..” Logan growls, towering over Charles. “I’ve come along way, and watched a lot of people die” he adds, his eyes glancing over at you as the words leave his lips.

“If you want to wallow in self pity, then you’re gonna watch the same thing. Understand?” He says firmly, keeping his eyes away from you as you step back from him; processing his words.

“We all have to die sometime” Charles retorts before walking away.

Your head hands low as you let out a sigh before licking your bottom lip. You watch Charles leave the room before turning back to Logan.

“He’s going through a tough time” you speak quietly, grabbing his attention.

“I’ll speak with him” you add with a gentle tone.

Logan lets out a breath before nodding, accepting that you speaking with him might be the better option. His hands rest on his hips as he takes you in.

“You know… it’s really good to see you” he finally says, acknowledging the fact that he has missed you for a long time now.

“I’m guessing we’re best pals in the future, huh?” You reply with a raised eyebrow and a small smirk.

“Something like that” he replies with a gentle tone.

“I’m sorry about… what you’ve been through..” you say, clenching your jaw as you finish speaking.

“Yeah.. me too” he mumbles quietly. He had never had to fight this hard to not reach out to you, to not pull you into his chest and never let you go.

Holding himself together felt nearly impossible. The only thing that was holding him together was the possibility that at the end of all of this, maybe you’d live. Maybe he would feel whole again.

You feel your heart cracking open as you stare up at him. There was something about him. Something that you trusted for some strange reason you could not explain.

“Well… let’s do something about it” you beam, doing your best to lighten the mood.

His lips crack into a smile as you speak. Seeing you like this; seeing you so full of light… he wouldn’t lose you. Not this time.

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inkdrinkerworld · 13 days

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thinking about grumpy!logan and sunshine!reader. he would have such a soft spot for readerrr.

You’re the happiest person Logan knows in the world. He isn’t sure how you maintain it. Especially when it comes to what your job is.

You’re all technically teachers, but you’re a mutant, a very powerful mutant who’s been hunted for the majority of your life.

Yet, you’re always wearing a smile Logan thinks is too bright to be real.

Over the years, you and Logan developed a sort of relationship- if you can call it that. He’s a grump and you’re literal sunshine but he’s the only one allowed to be mean around you.

He’s grilling some of the younger kids about them not using their powers correctly in the training drill when you come in, hands holding two trays of juice for the kids.

“You’re too hard on them, Logan. They’re fifteen.” You whisper it because you’re not about to undermine him loudly.

“That doesn’t stop anyone. They need to be better.” You roll your eyes.

“You want them to be unfeeling, that’s not fair.” You say just as gently and he grumbles, taking the last bottle off the tray and cracking it open and then handing it to you.

“Not unfeeling, pragmatic wouldn’t hurt though.”

The kids start hand to hand combat while you speak to Logan and they look better after his corrections but some of them can’t move as quickly as he likes.

“Watch your feet. You’re leaning too far forward, you’ll be easy to off balance.” You correct gently and the kids look past you to Logan who they suspect is about to grill them.

“She’s right. Ground yourself better, tighten your core and block your face.” He’s significantly less aggressive and you smile as you hold the empty trays to your chest.

“See you later, Logan. We have lunch plans don’t be late.” Practically skipping out of the training room with a big grin.

Logan smiles despite himself, a little thing. Barely an uptick in his lips. “Get outta here, Sunshine.” The kids whisper among themselves as you leave and how much softer Logan corrects them even after you’re gone for weeks.

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make-me-imagine · 2 years

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If You'll Have Me

Prompt: “What is it about me that isn’t good enough?” Requested By: @spuffyfan394 (Mystery prompt Brown 10)

Pairing: Logan Howlett x GN!Reader

Plot: Y/n can no longer handle hiding their feelings around Logan, convinced that he still has feelings for Jean. So, they decide it might be best if they leave for a while. Logan, who overhears this, tries to convince Y/n to stay, not understanding that he is the reason they want to leave.

Warnings: Self-doubt and lack of confidence from reader.

Words: 1.8k

You tried to stop yourself from looking, but your curiosity and anxiety kept forcing your eyes back to them. The tightness in your chest was almost unbearable as you saw Jean giggle at Logan's comment. Logan had a familiar fond smile on his face as he looked at her.

No matter how many times the others tried to convince you that Logan was over Jean, and that Jean held no feelings for him, you couldn't help but doubt it.

Jean was everything you weren't, and you doubted that Logan ever saw anything as appealing in you, as he did in Jean. You never saw him look at you the way he looked at her.

Tearing your eyes away from them, you forced yourself to walk away, to go somewhere else. You needed to get him out of your mind. You were tired of the pain you were causing yourself every time you thought of him. You hated that you allowed your fondness for Logan to evolve from feelings of friendship, to a desire for more.

He made you laugh, and smile more than any other. He made you feel safe, and brought out your strengths when you doubted yourself. He was a great and loyal friend, but you wanted more. You wanted what you could not have, and it hurt more every day.

You were unaware of Ororo's eyes on you as you made your way up to your room. She frowned as she saw how clearly upset you were about something.

As you got to your room, you felt a wave of emotion wash over you. Letting out a long breath you sat on the edge of your bed and looked out the window. You wouldn't cry. You refused. This was your own fault, and you would hold it, let it teach you a lesson.

Hearing a light knock on your door, you felt uneasy. With your luck that wold be Logan or Jean. Neither of which you wanted to see right now. You stayed quiet, and still.

"Y/n? It's Ororo."

You let out a breath of relief as you heard her voice. Standing, you walked to the door, and slowly pulled it open, meeting her concerned gaze.

She smiled softly at you. "Are you okay? You seemed pretty upset."

Letting her enter the room, you closed the door behind her, wondering if you should tell her. Looking over at her, you saw her watching you patiently.

Shaking your head, you walked back towards the window. "It's stupid."

"If it made you upset, it's not stupid. Come on Y/n, I'm your friend, talk to me."

Sighing you sat back on your bed, waiting for her to sit beside you. You spoke cautiously, with a hint of shame. "I just saw Logan and Jean together, talking and laughing and I just...let it get to me. And I know that your just gonna say there is nothing between them, and that they are just friends. But the fact is, that there was something between them. At least from Logan's side. And I don't think that Logan could ever feel that way for me. Not like he did for her. And I hate that I have these feelings, and I can't make them go away."

Reaching over, she set her hands over yours. "There is nothing wrong with feeling Y/n. Even if it hurts. I wish I could tell you that you're wrong, but I can't. I don't know if Logan see's you like you want. I know that he adores you, that he appreciates your friendship and that he would never purposefully hurt you, but I also know that might not be enough."

You nodded your head softly. "Sometimes I wish he didn't think about me at all. That I was nothing to him. That would make it easier to accept. But he treats me so kindly, and I know he cares for me, but it's hard knowing I feel more than he does." Looking down at your feet, you let out a long breath.

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Logan walked towards your room, hoping he would find you there. He had expected you to be in the library or sitting room, but found you in neither. And no one seemed to know where you were. He had begun feeling an odd sense of restlessness the longer he went without seeing you.

He slowed in step as he heard your voice from inside. Were you with someone? In your room, door closed? He felt jealousy clench at his chest, as he listened closer. He probably shouldn't, he was invading your privacy, but he couldn't help himself.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" Ororo asked.

Logan felt relief wash over him, it was just Storm. Deciding he should leave, he began to turn away when your voice met his ears and he stopped.

"Is there any chance you can send me somewhere else?"

Logan felt his heart palpitate, as anxiety filled his chest. You wanted to leave the school? Why? What was happening?

"You think leaving would help?"

He heard you sigh. "I don't know, maybe? I mean, I wish I could get out of my own head about it. But I just can't stop doubting myself. These stupid thoughts plague me every day, every time I see him. I can't stop thinking, what is it about me that isn’t good enough?"

Logan felt his chest tighten. Who were you talking about? Had you been with someone and he didn't know it? Did you break up with them? No, it sounded more like they hurt you. Why hadn't you told him? He felt a mix of anger and jealously wash over him.

"If that's what you really want, I can talk to the Professor. Maybe he can send you somewhere for a while."

"Thanks Ororo."

Logan turned to leave, his heart hammering in his chest. He couldn't just let you leave. Why couldn't the bastard that hurt you leave? Who was it? He knew most of the teachers, but never really recalled seeing you with one more often than the others.

He'd have to talk to you. Convince you to stay. He couldn't imagine this place without you, he would hate it. You made it so much better. You were the heart of this place to him, you made it feel more like home for him. He couldn't let you leave.

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Staring out at the school grounds as the light of the full moon cascaded over the trees, you wondered if you really should leave. This place as your home, you loved it. But you hated that most of your days were spent with an ache in your heart.

Hearing a soft knock behind you, you turned to see Logan leaning in the doorway, watching you. You felt your chest tighten.

"Hey." He said softly.

"Hi." You responded with a soft smile before you looked back out at the campus grounds.

Logan walked over to you, and leaned on the balcony beside you. "I've been looking for you."

Your heart palpitated 'Why?' You glanced over at him "Oh yeah?"

"I wanted to see if you were alright."

You felt a pang in your chest. Finally looking over at him, you feigned confusion. "Why wouldn't I be alright?"

Logan smiled softly at you, "I was looking for you earlier today too, and I went to your room to see if you were there. And...I overheard your conversation with Storm."

You felt anxiety cascade through your chest as you tried to keep your face from showing your shock. Before you could speak, Logan continued.

"Look, I don't know what jack-ass hurt you, but there is no reason you should let him chase you away. This is your home and you can't leave. Not because of anyone."

A sense of realization washed over you as you figured out he had only heard the end of your conversation with Ororo. He had no idea the guy you had been talking about was him.

"Logan-"

"I know you are going to try and make excuses, but listen to me." He faced you "You are the best part of this place, if anyone should leave it's him."

Feeling a bit overwhelmed, you let out a laugh as you ran your hands over your face. "Logan-" you shook your head "I was talking about you."

You saw a mixture of confusion and realization cross his face. You knew you couldn't stop now, so you started to explain to him what you had been holding back.

You took in a deep breath before you started. "My feelings for you changed months ago Logan. But I can't keep ignoring them, and pushing them aside. Especially when I have to see you and Jean every day. Living with the uncertainty of how you feel about her. And knowing that you can never feel the same way about me. Knowing that I can never be what you want. "

Logan felt an almost overwhelming mix of guilt, confusion and excitement as he listening to you speak. He never thought that you felt anything for him, not like he felt for you.

"This is my home, but I can't keep feeling like this. So maybe it's best if I leave for a while, just so I can get over this-"

You were cut off as Logan suddenly stepped forward and grabbed you, pulling you against his chest as he kissed you. Your mind went blank as you felt shock wash over you. By the time you fully grasped what happened, Logan pulled away, staring down at you.

"I'm sorry." He said softly. "All this time I had no idea that you felt anything for me, or that you thought I still had feelings for Jean. But I don't, I promise I don't. All feelings I've had recently have been for you, and no one else."

You opened your mouth to speak, but struggling to find words. "I- for me?"

He nodded softly as he gently caressed your face. "I wanted to tell you, to show you. But I didn't know if I should. I was afraid it would ruin our friendship. But if I had known I was causing you pain, I would have told you, I'm sorry that I hurt you so much you thought you had to leave."

You shook your head. "It's not your fault Logan, I know you never would have hurt me on purpose." You paused, before speaking softly with a hint of uncertainty. "So, you don't have feelings for Jean?"

He shook his head softly. "I haven't since I got to know you. Me and Jean are just friends, nothing more. I don't want anyone but you. If you'll have me that is."

A smile spread slowly across your face and you nodded lightly, "I'll have you."

He grinned down at you as he brought his hands to your hips, pulling you closer to him. As your chest pressed against him, his lips met yours. You felt a great sense of excitement and relief flow through you as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

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buckyownsmylife · 2 years

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philia, storge, agape, and eros #1

the one with daddy dearest

Warnings: stepcest, murder, adrenaline/fear kink? Is that even a thing? taboo relationships and thoughts

To know more about the series, check out this post

Y/N’s P.O.V.

The door slamming behind us - the way it almost made it seem like the walls were trembling with the impact, threatening to crumble and bring us to dust somehow - it should have made me scared. It should have led me to run up the hills, away from this house, away from the man who’d taken over my entire life and dominated it, transforming it beyond recognition.

It only made me more furious, instead.

“What the fuck were you thinking?” Logan yelled, but instead of flinching and hiding, my hands curled into fists and I just stood there, back turned to him as I found myself stuck between my fight or flight instincts. “Do you have any idea how dangerous that man is?”

As a matter of fact, I didn’t. I didn’t because once Logan Howlett took over my life, stealing me and my mother away from everything we knew and stuck us into this cold, empty mansion of his in a town I’d never even heard of, he made zero effort to help us settle in.

Instead, he isolated me more and more each day, making sure I remained helpless and captive to his attentions whenever he was feeling gracious enough to actually spend some of his time and energy on me.

“I don’t know…” I mused, faking deep thought as I pondered over what I could say to possibly hurt a man like the one I called stepfather. “I think the danger just adds to his charisma, don’t you? I mean, he’s already a level 8 in hotness. Telling me he’s bad news, you’re really just begging me to throw myself on him.”

It was a tense moment of silence that followed. Logan’s ire was so incandescent it almost burned me, but for the first time since we had met, so was mine.

I was tired of being a pawn on his game, useful to him whenever he could entertain me. I was tired of being locked away in a bedroom by myself all of the fucking time.

“If I see you near John Winchester again, Y/N… so help me God, you won’t enjoy what’ll happen next.”

For whatever reason, those words were the ones that cut loose the last thread of rational thinking that still held me back - kept me scared and pliant to the big bad man who so desperately needed me.

“Or what?” I dared to take a step closer to him, closing the distance so that his face was now hovering over mine. Keeping my head tilted back so I wouldn’t look away from his eyes, I pressed, “You’re gonna kill me, just like you did to my mother?”

It was a line I hadn’t dared to cross before that night.

I knew what was going on this entire time - I’d always known. And he knew I was aware of it, too. But until now, I’d been too scared to admit it, both to myself and to him - terrified of what he’d do if I outwardly accused him of what I knew he was responsible for.

But I had nothing to lose anymore. And for the first time, I realized why I shouldn’t have been so scared of him this entire time: he couldn’t afford to lose me.

The sight of his chest rising and falling with his laboured breaths, however, still had adrenaline rushing down my veins. I’d never seen him angry before, and besides knowing he was capable of murder, I had no idea what sort of stuff he felt comfortable doing to get back to a clearer mindset.

I just never expected him to do this.

With one big hand covering the back of my neck, Logan pulled me even closer to him, forcing me to stand on my tiptoes as he leaned down to lessen the height difference between us and then…

He kissed me.

And despite everything that was going on, all of the reasons that made me want to hate the man and want nothing to do with him anymore… There was absolutely no part of me that even considered I should stop him.

I wanted him.

I’d wanted him since the first time I laid eyes on the man my mother decided to marry, not even three months after my father’s funeral.

In the beginning, I thought it was nothing but a silly crush. The way he filled out a suit and took over the threshold of every room he walked into was enough to ruin any woman’s panties, I reasoned. I wasn’t any sort of exception.

But as time moved on and he realized my mother had played him, promising access to things that had actually been left to me in his will, his eyes started to drift towards me more often. And I found myself enjoying the attention.

I wanted him but I never thought I could have him. Not when he was married to my mother, and certainly not after he’d killed her after she was done being useful to him. And even now that I was useful to him, I never expected him to want me in any way other than simply - alive.

That was, of course, until I turned 25 and he could get his hands on my inheritance.

All of that should have made me want to stop this, shouldn’t it? And still, when his arms wrapped around me, pressing me close, I moaned against his lips, right as Logan adjusted himself and - inadvertently or not - rubbed his hardness against me.

My eyes shot open right as, on cue, my pussy dripped cream on my underwear. He was huge - but I’d expected nothing less from a man of his size. Thoughts of how it’d feel to have him inside of me took over my mind right as his tongue slipped past my lips, and he gripped my hair to force my head back so he could completely dominate me.

Fuck, he’d ruin me. I was sure of it.

I was forced to pull away to catch my breath though. My heartbeat was too wild, making me short of breath, and although he allowed me some space, his tongue still lapped at my slightly open mouth, as if determined to gather as much of my taste as possible.

By the time my eyes fluttered open, he’d stopped.

“Logan?” His eyes were closed, and he looked as if he wasn’t even breathing. If it wasn’t for the tight grip he kept on my hips, I would have thought he hadn’t even heard me, but when I reached out to lay a hand on his chest, he stopped me.

“Go to your bedroom. Lock the door behind you. Don’t come out until tomorrow.” I struggled to keep my balance as he released me all at once, turning his back to me as he buttoned up his suit and marched towards the front door we’d just walked through, minutes before.

With one last word, he addressed me: “Now!”

And I took off running as he left me.

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#Tumblr had to see this #Eyes those old 2010s logan x remy fics #Is it time to venture to fanfiction.net once again #remy lebeau #wolverine #logan howlett #gambit #xmen #x men 97

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Day 1: a magnificent slice of stardust by @bittercape. Roy Harper/Tony Stark, 857 words, rated T.

Day 2: An Adamantium Shovel by @notherdeadrobin. Jason Todd/Slade Wilson & Logan, 3496 words, rated T.

Day 3: The Stockings Were Hung by @betrayedbycinnamon. Bucky Barnes/Jason Todd/Clint Barton, 3945 words, explicit.

Day 4: Can’t Start A Fire Without A Spark by @mightymightygnomepriest. Frank Castle/Jason Todd, 1322 words, explicit.

Day 5: Winter Traditions by @carcrash429. Clint Barton/Ronon Dex (Stargate Atlantis), 1152 words, rated G.

Day 6: Barebow by @artaxlivs. Clint Barton/Jason Todd, 3421 words, rated M.

Day 7: Biggest Fan by @claraxbarton. Clint Barton/Roy Harper, art.

Day 8: Make It Up As We Go Along by @there-must-be-a-lock. Roy Harper/Clint Barton, 4922 words, rated T

Day 9: early next mornin’ (‘bout a half past nine) by @capriciouswrites. Karen Page & Jason Todd, 2212 words, rated M.

Day 10: Just Want You For My Own (More Than You Could Ever Know) by @there-must-be-a-lock. Dick Grayson/Jason Todd and Dick Grayson/Clint Barton, 4461 words, explicit

Day 11: Baby It's Hot Outside by @claraxbarton. Clint Barton/Jason Todd and Clint Barton/Diana Prince, art.

Day 12: Sit By The Fire by @darbydoo22. Steve Rogers/Dick Grayson, 746 words, rated G.

Day 13: On Target by @claraxbarton. Clint Barton/Roy Harper, art.

Day 14: Waiting For Something More by @wyxan. Peter Parker/Michelle Jones & Tim Drake, 2342 words, rated G.

Day 15: Nocking Point by @artaxlivs. Jason Todd/Clint Barton. 5042 words, explicit.

Day 16: any frontier, any hemisphere by @bittercape. Jason Todd/Steve Rogers, 719 words, rated T.

Day 17: Christmas Magic by TheologyDiscography. Clint Barton & Harry Potter, 1694 words, rated G.

Day 18: to hold saltwater in your mouth by @paprikadotmp4. Jason Todd/Bucky Barnes, 598 words, rated T.

Day 19: Wake Up by @claraxbarton. Clint Barton/Jason Todd, art.

Day 20: Birds of a Feather by @carcrash429. Clint Barton/Sam Wilson/Dick Grayson, 1291 words, rated G.

Day 21: all things nature’s given by @carcrash429. Clint Barton & Dick Grayson, 1327 words, rated G.

Day 22: I’ll Take The Dangerous One by @wyxan. Yelena Belova/Stephanie Brown, 2698 words, rated T.

Day 23: In Brightest Day by @claraxbarton. Clint Barton/Kyle Rayner, art.

Day 24: can’t start a fire without a spark, ch. 2 by @mightymightygnomepriest. Frank Castle/Jason Todd, 3468 words, explicit.

#marvel #dc #dc marvel crossover #crossover #dc/marvel #art #fic rec #jason todd #clint barton #bucky barnes #dick grayson #tim drake #peter parker #steve rogers #slade wilson #logan howlett #roy harper #karen page

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adnauseum11 · 3 months

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Emotions so Comfortably Mixed

Logan x Reader

A side piece to my fic Northern Attitude, written from reader POV. I enjoyed mixing up the POV from the main work and may do another one. No previous knowledge of the fic or series necessary. Reader female coded but nothing explicit.

advice on how to tag better (properly?) welcome

1.5K words (no smut here but there is in the main fic if ya wanna check it out)

When Logan looks at you like this, with heated intensity behind his sharp blue eyes, you can feel the flush creeping over your cheeks.

He can be hard to read, but every day you feel like you get more adept at it. Right now, you would gladly bet on him being turned on and debating with himself about giving in to temptation. Namely, you and your mouth. He likes it when you pick at him, something your ex hated. You can’t help it, spent most of your life immersed in hockey culture. Chirping at people comes second hand, and nicknames are innate to how you operate with people you care about. Logan inherently seems to grasp these things, understands it comes from affection. You understand now too, having met the people who know him best, that nicknames aren’t something Logan does often. He’s had the same code name for decades, and only tolerates variations on it from certain people. He answers to the annoying one you gave him now without the grumbling that used to accompany it. The terms of the deal unspoken but understood amongst yourselves: reveal to no one the meaning and he will tolerate your continued use of it. You barely realize you’ve said it aloud until his attention fully swings your way.

“mm?”

His big calloused palm comes up to cup the back of your neck, the warmth bleeding into your body. He always seems to have a hand on you when he’s in your orbit. You can’t say that you mind, his energy calm and steady when so often lately you feel unmoored and uncertain. He squeezes your delicate muscles gently to prompt you, and you find yourself getting caught in his gaze again.

Pale blue irises are tracing the contours of your face, looking for something hidden in the slope of your nose or slant of your lips. You don’t know why you called for him, honestly. Probably just drawn by the latent heat in his gaze before your brain could get into gear. You know you’ve been asking a lot of his frayed patience today, and a warm affection for the gruff man surges through you. Now that he’s here...

“Will you kiss me before we leave?”

“Thought I told ya we can’t stay overnight?”

He answers with his own question, reeling you in with that big palm on your neck. The smirk that raises the corner of your mouth meets a matching one on his lips as he kisses you gently. He’s teasing you, but the truth is you both get greedy and engrossed in each other more regularly than is probably appropriate for people in your age bracket. Or his. You can’t say you really give a shit, and normally you’d be confident Logan feels the same but he’s wearing a few different hats on this courtesy run. The consideration being partially for you and partially for Tony Stark, owner of your transportation and invoker of the hard deadline you are now up against.

“Yeah, you did. Just trying to make some nicer memories.”

The admission comes out before you can think it through, a touch more solemn than you had intended. It gets his attention immediately.

When he kisses you this time, your brain whites out, unable to focus on anything beyond the sensations he’s creating. His fingers cup the back of your head, threading into your hair and making goosebumps sweep down your neck. His lips are firm and demanding, taking charge of the moment and catching you off-kilter with his sudden intensity. His tongue sweeps over yours, the heat and familiar taste of him addicting. A whimper slips out before you can get control, his sensory onslaught creating a flare of desire in the pit of your belly that demands some form of release. No thoughts come but your body arches itself into his, melting against the solid tension of his wide chest. Gripping the thick muscle of his neck only urges him on, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip as you break away to suck in an unsteady breath.

He's breathing heavily against your neck, nosing along your jaw bone. Shivers run up your spine, the draw of his breath over your skin making goosebumps rise. You can feel your heart thumping alongside his even through all the layers of clothing, the beat mirrored in the low throb between your legs. You can’t help saying his nickname again, this time with a breathy quality that you know from experience makes him hard. The answering growl is nearly instantaneous, and you feel the edges of his teeth as he lightly bites the juncture of your neck. His big body crowds against you, and you let him push a thigh in between yours with a pleased hum.

“Behave yerself ya menace. Can’t even give an inch without ya taking a mile.”

He grumbles but you can hear the thread of amusement buried in his grump.

“You’re only going to give me an inch?”

The words are out of your mouth before your brain can stop them and Logan huffs a laugh against your shoulder, his palm sliding down your spine to land on your mid-back. You tilt your head, lips brushing over the sensitive shell of his ear before he can answer.

“So, just the tip then babe?”

You purr into his ear, sliding your palm over the back of his neck to tangle your fingers in his hair. He swats your ass lightly, the flare of pain dulling immediately into a pleasurable burn. Before you can put your mouth on his skin, he’s leaning back to get a good look at your flushed face and cupping your chin in the hollow between his thumb and fingers. When your eyes meet, he murmurs something in another language before kissing you several times in quick succession.

“Don’t tempt me. Tony has cameras all over the bird, yer gonna hav’ta wait a few hours before we can play that game darlin’.”

He switches back to English and part of you wonders if he even realizes he was just speaking another language. The corners of his eyes are crinkled in good humour and his eyes trace your lips before returning to your own.

“mm, I’ll do my best, no promises.”

You shoot back with a smirk, tugging on his hair to pull him closer again. His face softens and he obliges, the heat of his lips descending on yours with delicious precision. You suck on his tongue when it swipes between your lips and the groan it elicits from him is filthy. The flare of desire in your belly leaps at his response, sending a thrill of anticipation spiralling through you. You feel him corral you into the wall of your cabin, pressing into your welcoming body. His thigh snugs up against the apex of your thighs, pinning you between him and the wall.

“Think I’m gonna need a promise ya menace.”

His voice is low and grinding and you mindlessly rock against his thigh in response to the shivers it sends down your spine. You can’t help staring as his pupils dilate, inches from your face. He sucks a breath in through his teeth but doesn’t move, slowly catching your chin in his grip again. He’s moving like he’s underwater – slow, with telegraphed movements.

“I dunno if those cameras are live, and I’ll destroy that jet before I let anyone film us. Behave for the next few hours and I’ll make it worth yer while, darlin’.”

He rumbles as he moves, his hands dropping to explore your body. The gentle squeezes and strokes paired with his deep velvet voice make your brain go fuzzy, and you’re suddenly grateful to be caged into his muscular body. His presence is suddenly disorienting, like a magnet beside a compass. You grip his thick bicep as he presses kisses over your jawline, shifting back to assess your reaction to his proposal. You look at him from under your lashes, and the bolt of desire that slams through you when your eyes meet again makes you bite your bottom lip. His Adams apple bobs as he swallows hard but he maintains eye contact, his hands squeezing your hips before sliding upwards again.

“mm fine, you drive a hard bargain, Pidge. I promise to behave myself on the trip back. I should remind you though -.”

You wiggle on his thigh, your own trapped thigh brushing against his bulge as you squeeze his bicep. His hissed curse turns the corners of your lips up in a smirk again.

“Christ. Remind me o’ what, darlin’?”

He’s humouring your babbling, as he does when you get turned on and your brain detaches from the rest of your body. Your addiction to his voice means you’ll keep talking nonsense if it means he’ll respond. So he isn’t expecting you to be coherent then, when you reply.

“You already owe me a favour, now it’s two. Better be good, whatever you’re planning.”

You taunt him, dropping your hand to his chest and letting it slide down his hard abs. The shock on his face elicits a quiet laugh in response from you, and then he’s gripping your wrist before you can cop a proper feel.

“Don’t worry darlin’, we’ll make some memories ya won’t forget. Just gimmie a few hours.”

#wolverine #logan howlett #james logan howlett #logan x reader #marvel fic

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Title: That Daughter of Yours Author: skylarkblue Fandom: X-Men Pairing: Logan & Laura Kinney; Logan & Remy LeBeau Rating: T Word Count: 3,254 Warnings: Implied Self-Harm

Summary:

Gambit confronts Wolverine over Laura's unstable psyche since she joined X-Force.

Read on AO3 here!

#laura kinney #remy lebeau #logan howlett #wolverine #x-23 #gambit #x men fanfiction #my fic

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𝐏𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 (𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐄𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐈𝐧 𝐈𝐭)

welcome to peaches world where you will finally know what it’s like to be that princess that always has men obsessing over her. you will be faced with your own kidnapping, and will be transported into the very game itself, goodluck. a big thank you to @ameliascreampuffs for helping me with the titles!

18+ only please, do not copy, repost or translate my work. You are responsible for your own media consumption.

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𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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!warning! these fics will include inter-species relations, size differences, slut shaming, age gaps, kidnapping, dubcon, cheating and dark content.

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆:

𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒌𝒊𝒅𝒏𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 ft bowser ari levinson x princess peach reader.

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𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 1:

𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒋𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒔𝒉𝒊’𝒔 𝒊𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒐𝒑 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔 ft mario lloyd hansen, luigi tangerine, bowser ari levinson x princess peach reader.

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𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 2:

𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒅𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒖𝒕 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒑𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 ft mario lloyd hansen, luigi tangerine, bowser ari levinson x princess peach reader.

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𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 3:

𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂 𝒅𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 “𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒇𝒕” ft mario lloyd hansen, luigi tangerine, the goombas, jumping piranha plants x princess peach reader.

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𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒊𝒏 𝒃𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒈𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 ft mario lloyd hansen, luigi tangerine, bowser ari levinson, bowsers brother logan howlett x princess peach reader.

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𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒖𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒅 ft mario lloyd hansen, luigi tangerine, bowser ari levinson, bowsers brother logan howlett x princess peach reader.

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𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 6:

𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒍 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎 𝒂 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒏 ft mario lloyd hansen, luigi tangerine, bowser ari levinson x princess peach reader.

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𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆, 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒉 ft mario lloyd hansen, luigi tangerine, bowser ari levinson x princess peach reader.

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𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑:

𝒘𝒂𝒉 𝒘𝒂𝒉 𝒘𝒂𝒉 𝒘𝒂𝒉𝒉𝒉 𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓… 𝒐𝒓 𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒕? ft mario lloyd hansen, luigi tangerine, bowser ari levinson, bowsers brother logan howlett x princess peach reader.

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kgficz · 3 months

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Newbie

Logan Howlett x Reader, Wolverine x Reader

Summary: Logan had arrived at the X Mansion only a few days ago, finding it difficult to adjust. One night when he can’t fall asleep, he finds you awake in the kitchen and strikes up a conversation.

Word Count: 1.1k

Author Note: just a quick drabble because we need more Logan fics

Being a night owl was just something you were born with at this stage. You were always the last one awake in the X-Mansion; and as usual, you were hungry. This lead to you, awake at 3am, sitting at the kitchen bench enjoying a bowl of ramen.

You let out a satisfied moan after you took your first bite; god, this always hits the spot.

Your attention is pulled away from the meal when you hear a soft chuckle coming by the kitchen entrance. When your eyes snap up, you’re taken back by the tall figure standing across from you.

You quickly swallow the mouth full of noodles before speaking “you’re Logan.. right? The new guy?”.

“That’s me” he responds as he opens the fridge.

“Is there any beer ‘round here?” He huffs as his eyes gaze the shelves.

“Unfortunately no.” You respond with a smirk. “I guess it’s deemed inappropriate for alcohol to be served at a school” you add with a slight grin.

His shoulders move faintly as he chuckles to himself before grabbing a coke instead. He turns around now, leaning on the bench across from you.

“I’m Y/N by the way” you say, figuring you should introduce yourself.

“Right” he says. “I saw you in the hall earlier today” he adds as he eyes look over the features of your face.

“How are you managing?” You ask with a gentle smile.

“It’s an adjustment, to say the least” he responds after a beat.

“You’ll get used to it” you reply quickly with a chuckle.

“You a professor here or something?” He asks, keeping all of his attention on you.

“Or something” you reply with a smile.

“I just stop by once in a while, make sure the place hasn’t burnt down” you add, causing him to grin.

“How long are you staying for?” He questions.

Your eyes lock with his and your lips crack into a smile, “I haven’t decided yet” you reply.

He nods as you speak, clearly thinking as he watches you. You continue to eat your food, sitting in silence together for a moment whilst he drinks.

“You always hungry this late?” He questions, as though he is slightly teasing you.

“Usually, yes.” You reply before taking a bite; closing your eyes as you enjoy it.

“It’s the perfect time for a meal if you ask me” you add.

“Oh yeah, why’s that?” He asks with a small grin.

“There’s no one else in the kitchen” you reply, “usually” you continue with a small smile.

“So what, you’re a bit of a loner then?” He questions with a grin.

“Maybe I am” you reply, your gaze softening as you continue to speak with him.

“Not all of us can be a social butterfly like yourself” you joke, already aware of his stoic reputation around the mansion.

This causes a laugh to escape his lips.

When you’ve finally finished eating, you let out a satisfied sigh before walking over to the sink; cleaning the dish and placing it in the drying rack. You turn around after, your hands leaning on the bench behind you as you look over at Logan.

“You know, if you ever feeling like getting out of here for a break..” you begin to say, “Scott keeps his motorbike out front” you finish with a grin.

“Noted” he replies, returning your smile.

You walk behind him now, ready to walk out of the kitchen for the night when his arm reaches out quickly to stop you. Your eyes shoot back at him, confused by what he was doing.

“Wait-“ he says before getting up, standing between you and the door.

Before you have time to think, Logan is pushing you back further behind him before men with guns storm into the room.

You feel yourself drop to the floor as the guns fire; hitting Logan multiple times. You hear yourself gasp as you watch; unable to do much with your limited abilities.

Logan stays standing as the bullets hit him; his body already pushing them out of his skin as he begins to heal. He reveals his claws before launching at the men; immediately landing a blow to one of theirs chests. You keep your head ducked behind the bench as you listen to the other men drop down to the ground. Soon when it all goes quiet, you begin to hear your own heart pounding in your chest.

Logan turns around soon after, rushing over to you. He kneels down, his hand reaching out to your shoulder. “You alright?” He asks as his eyes rapidly look you over, checking for injuries.

You nod quickly, breathing fast as you stare back at him. “Holy shit..” you mutter as you try to calm yourself down.

He uses his strength to stand you up, still holding onto you until he’s sure you’re balanced.

“Don’t pass out on me” he says with a comforting smirk.

“I’ll do my best” you reply as he begins to walk to the kitchen door.

“Stay behind me” he directs as you move out into the hall.

Some students walk out into the hall and you quickly tell them to get back to their rooms and shut the door. Logan is listening out to see if there are any more intruders; his heightened senses giving him an advantage.

He approaches a corner and stops; beginning to bend his knees as he lowers. Within seconds, a man comes around the corner. Logan’s claws shoot out from his knuckles before he punches down into the man’s foot, causing him to scream in pain before Logan jumped back up, slamming his fist into the man’s chest.

The man drops to the floor and Logan’s eyes are back on you as you stick close by.

“I can’t hear anyone else” he says, noting that this must be the last of them.

Soon Scott comes rushing around the corner. “Is everyone okay?” He yells out, catching your attention.

“We’re good” you reply loud enough for him to hear. He nods as he continues down the hall, checking in on the students to make sure they were safe.

Your eyes lock with Logan after Scott leaves.

“That was impressive” you say, complimenting his skills.

“Thanks” he grumbles before shooting you a grin.

His eyes stayed glued to you as you walked away, checking in with the students now coming out into the hall. Maybe he could get used to this place after all.

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inkdrinkerworld · 2 months

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hi! maybe logan getting worried/protective over u after u get injured during a mission? 🥺🩷

Canon level (based on the comic books mostly) wounds and violence (it’s nothing too gory besides the wound description)

“Move out of my fucking way Scott,” you hear him before you see him which isn’t really a good sign.

You’d gone on a mission the same time he was out on one too, and though it had just been a simple recon mission, things got heated quick.

Zeitgeist was a bitch like usual, and you weren’t as fast as you might’ve been had there not been a falling child to save.

So now, your entire right side is rippled under the acid of his spit and you can’t deny the agony you’re in.

“She’s fine,” Scott says but you know your boyfriend.

He pushes past him and is at your side almost instantly. Your eyes take a moment to adjust to him being so close but when they settle on his face, the clear panic and worry is clear to see.

“I’m fine, Lo.” You say, teeth gritted through each word as Charles asses the wound.

You’re no longer in your suit, just in a pair of pants and a sports bra, your hair is drenched and Logan can only guess they just hosed you down to get rid of the majority of the acid.

It still burns like a bitch and you can’t hide that from the man who knows you so well.

“Bullshit,” he grumbles, hands brushing back the hair from your face. “Can’t you all do something instead of just fucking staring at it?”

The question is packed with worry that none of them are accustomed to seeing on Logan, but you swear you see Ororo smirk.

She’d been the only one to notice his soft underbelly- well beside you.

“We’re waiting for Hank to bring the antidote Logan,” you say gently, stroking his tense forearm. “I’m fine baby.”

It’s the ‘baby’ that softens him, that gets him to take a deep breath and press his forehead into yours.

“Fucking scared me,” he murmurs and the others all find themselves busy- besides Scott, he wants something to tease the man about as per the rules of their friendship. “Don’t do that shit again.” His hands are on your neck, thumbs under your chin so you can’t look away.

“I didn’t really have a choice, I had to save the kid.” He nods, pressing his lips to your temple. Hank saves him from blowing up again when you wince and the green acid bubbles a little more.

“Fucking finally, what took you so long?” He grunts, Hank only shaking his head as he pours the blue liquid over your wound.

“Fuck,” you cry out, hand itching to press against your side or slap Hank’s hands away but Logan stops you.

“Fucking say something next time, yeah big guy?” He growls but then you hiss again and he’s all focused on you again.

“You’re good, you’re okay bub.” It’s whispered straight into your hairline and if you were a little more cognizant you’d notice that Logan can’t stop glaring at the wound.

“We caught it in time, the antidote won’t reverse the burn completely, but it will be soothing it and fixing the majority of it.” Hank pulls on gloves, the snap of it on his wrist filling the room. “There’s a salve you need to put on it for the healing process.”

“Thanks Hank,” you whisper, much too tired for much else. “Can I go now?” Logan notices then how utterly exhausted you look and sets aside his anger and worry for a moment to dote on you.

“Yes, but Logan monitor the wound and how it heals over the next few weeks. The skin should be back to normal when the salve is done.” The professor says and Logan nods dutifully before picking you up off the med and taking the salve from Hank.

“C’mon, pretty girl.” He takes you back to your room and is smearing the salve on your side. “You’re not doing that shit again, I swear to whatever there is.”

You give him a small smile, “Getting hurt is part of it Logan, I can’t avoid that completely.”

He frowns and then presses a kiss right above your wounded side. “You don’t get how scary it is to hear, ‘she’s in the infirmary, an acid wound’, I nearly ripped Bobby in half.”

You stretch a hand to bury in his hair. “I know baby, but this was just a one time thing. Zeitgeist isn’t exactly unscathed either.”

Logan smiles, his lips pressing into your unblemished skin again. “Fire burns Logan, what can I say.”

“You’re fucking perfect, you know that?” You giggle a little, more so when he holds your cheeks and stamps a kiss to your lips. “Get some shut eye, m’gonna get one of the kids to make you soup.”

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