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dinogoofymutated · 2 days
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Blue over you - 97' Wolverine/Gn! Reader
Wolverine's not even my guy, and I finished this in a day! Haven't finished anything in a while, so this was an accomplishment! This was mainly inspired by the song Blue over you by mason ramsey, and Too sweet by hozier!
Let me know if Logan is to OOC. I'm trying my best to learn how to write for him!
Tw! Alcohol consumption, Light angst. Open-ending.
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You can’t sleep.
Maybe it was because of the excitement of the day, the stress from grieving the professor, or what you ate for dinner. Either way, it was nearly 1 am at this point, and your pursuit of rest was fruitless. You let out a frustrated sigh, sitting up in bed and rubbing your eyes. You wonder if you could convince Jean to help you out, but you’re sure she’s asleep right now, and you don't want to wake her up. Especially not after she announced her… condition, at dinner.
It’s not that you weren’t excited. In fact, you were over the moon for your friends. Jean and Scott are important to you, more like siblings to you than they ever were just friends or classmates. Even so, after the cheers and congratulations and the celebration… The news left you with a melancholy you couldn’t quite shake. A baby. Jean and Scott, two people you basically grew up with, are having a baby- and here you are. Alone. You don’t have a partner, or a husband, or any romantic prospects, really. You’ve spent so long learning about yourself and how to protect others, you just never let yourself open up to someone like that. Sure, you’d met many people during your time as an X-man, but you had always been a hopeless romantic, and there had only ever been one man you had things for. But even so, you just… couldn’t help but feel like you were falling behind.
After a long stretch, and another sigh, you get out of bed. Maybe a drink and some air would help. The path to the little china cabinet in your room is familiar and automatic. It was a gift from the professor when you mentioned that you missed collecting things like funny-shaped teapots and such, a habit you picked up from your grandmother. You wonder if he knew that you used the wooden bottom cabinets to store alcohol. You laugh a little when you think about if he kept the information to himself, letting you have at least one little secret. He most definitely knew, you decided. You grab a random bottle of amber liquid, unable to see the label in the dark. You shrug it off, figuring that you’ll find out what it is at some point.
The halls of the mansion are dark and quiet as you make your way over to the balcony, stepping outside and eagerly breathing in the cool air. Your eyes are starting to droop already as you turn to shut the door, but you've come this far and you figure you might as well get a drink in.
You're rubbing your eyes again as you turn back around, only to jump at the sight of a figure sitting on the railing.
“Fuckin’ Christ!” You wheeze. “Logan, you scared the shit out of me!” The mutant hums, the corner of his lips tilting just slightly before falling again. You walk over next to him, setting the bottle down at your feet as you lean against the railing.
“Can't sleep?” You ask. Logan shakes his head, and you frown at him. As gruff as the guy is, he’s normally more talkative. At least, with you he is. You can tell that something wrong, and it doesn't exactly take a telepath to understand what it is.
“...You were the one who found out, weren’t you?” You ask, almost state. Logan Huffs at your question, hopping off of the railing to pace on the balcony. He presses his palms into his eyesockets, growling just slightly in frustration.
“Her smell was off. S’been off. Didn’t think anything of it until I heard the heartbeat.” He rumbles, setting his arms down. “Don’t know if I want to strangle Scott or throw him off of the roof of the mansion.” Logan’s hands flex in a way you know he’s just dying to unsheath his claws. You’re not entirely sure what to say at first as he sighs, and sits up against the far wall. He rests his head in his hands, and it hurts to see him like this. You open your mouth, before closing it again. You glance down at your feet, picking up the bottle you had grabbed earlier.
Logan doesn't seem to mind as you sit next to him, brushing against his shoulder. You screw off the top of the liquor, taking a swig straight out of it before offering him the bottle. It burns deliciously on the way down, and you smile cheekily as he raises an eyebrow at you. Nevertheless, the takes the bottle from you, hand brushing your own.
“You’re not gonna like it, by the way.” You laugh. Logan rolls his eyes, less than a ghost of a smile on his face.
“ ‘still liquor, ain’t it?” He hums, taking a swig. His face screws up as he swallows, holding the bottle out afterward to try and read the label.
“What is this?” He asks, disgusted. You can’t help but laugh at him as he gives you a tired look.
“Butterscotch Schnapps.” You answer him. “I told you that you weren't gonna like it, it’s too sweet for you.” Logan shakes his head, almost trying to get rid of the taste as he hands the bottle back and playfully shoves your shoulder.
“Not my fault you drink shitty liquor.” He grins. You feel a flutter in your chest as you smile back at him, taking another swig to mask whatever he could possibly pick up from you- The problems of pining for a man with super senses, you think, laughing slightly at your own thought.
“Guess it’s all for me then-” you start to joke, right before Logan snatches the bottle back.
“Gimme the damn bottle.” You’re giggling a little at this point as the alcohol starts to settle in just slightly. Logan rolls his eyes, still smiling as he takes another swig despite the fact he very clearly hates it.
The two of you go back and forth like this for a while. Take turns until the bottle is run dry. Your giggles have settled down, and the infamous wolverine has relaxed as you lean against him. The two of you sit in silence for a minute or two, both simply breathing in the cool night air.
“It’s okay, you know.” You mumble at some point. Logan, able to hold his liquor a lot better than you, cocks an eyebrow. He’s not sure if you even know you're talking at this point. You look like you’re bout to fall asleep, nuzzling against his shoulder with a pout on your face. He hums questioningly in response.
“It’s okay to hurt knowing that Jean’s pregnant.” Logan had almost forgotten about that, having been caught up in this moment. His face falls immediately, and he looks away from you, staring into the trees that surround the mansion. You feel your chest squeeze painfully, but either due to the drink or due to your lack of self-awareness, you continue talking. He needs to hear it, you drunkenly decide.
“It’s hard to watch someone you love be with someone else. It’s even harder to watch them move on without you. I know it hurts to watch her move on to the next stage of life without you. But at this point, the best thing you can do for her is support her because you love her, not covet what you wish you could have.” You know you sound like you’re drunkenly rambling, and maybe you are, but really, all of this is something you wish you could have said years ago. You’re sure you sound like Nightcrawler, talking about coveting and love and righteousness, but you’re not as much of a good person as Kurt is. You know that you’re no better than Logan, Pining after him for so long as he continues to pine for someone else. To be perfectly honest, You’re jealous of Jean. You’re jealous of her relationship, her happiness. You’re jealous of the fact that if she would turn around and throw everything away to be with Logan, he would take her in without a second thought. But she’s your friend. Your sister. You love her, and you cherish her happiness much more than you could ever resent her for it. You let out a pitiful chuckle, eyeing the last minuscule drop in the liquor bottle.
“Believe me, I would know.” You mumble. Logan’s brow furrows, taken aback by that. You’ve always been such a standalone, unbothered, always positive. It didn’t make sense to him.
“What do you mean by that?” He asks, but when he turns his head to look at you, you’ve fallen asleep against his shoulder.
The next morning, you wake up in your bed with one hell of a hangover. You groan at the light that drifts through your blinds, rolling over. When you finally open your eyes, you're greeted by the sight of a glass of water, and a bottle of painkillers. You’re confused at first, and then flooded with bashfulness and embarrassment when you realise who exactly had put them there. You roll onto your stomach, shoving your face into your pillow, unable to handle the embarrassment of knowing you said WAY too much last night. You can't help but smile a little though, knowing he must've cared enough to carry you back here and get you meds.
Maybe it wasn't all bad.
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periprose · 8 months
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Logan’s reaction when you wear one of his shirts!
ahhhh anon the imagery that popped into my head with this one... thank you for requesting it <3 maybe a slight warning but Logan calls reader kid, (she's an adult) because he's obviously older than everyone. also smutty implications lol
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"Kid. Is that my shirt?" Logan is not sure if he's just half-drunk already (it's nearly impossible for him to get drunk as it is on just a few beers) and you're wearing a big, oversized, Calgary Flames jersey.
He's fairly sure that's not yours- he doesn't think you know any Canadian hockey teams, not like that, and the jersey is definitely dated. Logan thinks he got that when the team was early in it's existence.
"Uhhh..." You turn from your spot in front of the kitchen fridge. The X-Mansion is out of milk and creamer, unfortunately. "Maybe? Sorry."
It's not your shirt that bothers Logan, not exactly. From this spot at the kitchen counter- he's leaning over, but he almost has the full view of your legs, because the shirt only meets the beginning parts of your thighs, and he wonders why on earth you have to be so annoyingly delectable. When Logan is trying his best to be professional, a proper X-Men member, you have to go and be half-naked, no pants, just luscious, sweet legs all taut and smooth as you reach upwards to scan through the upper shelf of the fridge.
You're too much for him, he thinks. If Logan was a slightly better person, he might not be having these thoughts at all, let alone considering acting on them- but he thinks about sneaking up behind you and grabbing, squeezing your ass, the back of your thighs.
"I think our laundry got mixed up like a week ago." You try your best to excuse it. Honestly, though? You were happy to steal Logan's jersey.
It's nice and comfy, and the material has worn away into a soft, loose shirt. Best of all, it smells just like him, after years of wearing it- a slight laundry detergent smell is there, but you mostly catch the smell of pine wood, mixed with cigar smoke and maybe something musky.
You didn't expect him to be down here- you didn't want Logan to know your terrible secret.
"And? You just decided you'd keep it, huh?" Logan grumbles, but he's mostly joking. His eyes are soft.
"I didn't-" You turn to him again, and you cross your arms, and it's with a little start that Logan realizes you're not wearing a bra. You're completely naked under there, other than your panties, and he gets a rush of exhilaration thinking about taking them off slowly, with his rough, callused fingers juxtaposed against your supple, soft hips. Gently squeezing your breasts as if he owns them.
There's something hot about it, Logan thinks. You wearing his shirt. As if he loaned it to you. As if he kind of owns you, as if he's your boyfriend. He can't help but feel a deep sense of pleasure. It's not as if all his hook ups and one night stands were clamoring to be his, and it's with fondness that he looks at you again.
"I thought I could give it back to you. After I wore it for a bit." You admit, and Logan has a slight smile.
"Keep it." Logan has a twinkle in his eye, his eyes glancing up and down your figure as he smirks. "It suits you, no pants and all."
He's not really joking about that- it looks way better on you, and to Logan's perverted mind, it is fascinating how this jersey he fills out so well, had a completely different style as it falls on you. It sort of drowns you- leaves your figure to the imagination- but there's just enough that he can see how it skims over your curves, making it easier for him to imagine running his hands over you. Logan thinks about lifting it up from the bottom hem, exposing you.
You turn red, almost forgetting that your legs are bare, and you don't know how to respond to that.
"Really?" You shake your head, ignoring Logan's compliment, knowing that he's just teasing. "Thanks, Logan. It honestly helps me sleep better."
You didn't mean to say that last part- you're not trying to expose the year long crush you've had on the guy- and you stutter over your words, trying not to reveal the comfort you feel around him.
You shut the fridge, and try to leave, but Logan is a little faster, and he's got you right where he wants. Against the fridge. Looking up at him, sweet, meek, just as cute as he remembers.
He leans over you. "Well, I could help you sleep better. If you want."
"Really?" You look up at him, tilting your head a little. "I thought you would think I was just some creep and tell me to fuck off."
"Oh, kid. You think you're the only one who can't stop thinking about us?" Logan swallows. "I think I've liked you since you had to help me figure out the teaching schedule, remember?"
"Who could forget? You were really struggling- your class started an hour late." You joke, and Logan grins. He's not usually such a smiley guy, and it's not something you take light-heartedly. You know he must trust you.
"Offer's still on the table." Logan murmurs, as he traces the collar of his jersey, against your neck and collarbones, and you shiver as he leans in, pressing a kiss on your forehead. It's warm, soft, inviting- but you think Logan must be holding himself back.
"Okay." You whisper up at him, and Logan, being as devious as he is, immediately grasps your waist, your ass, your thighs, squeezing, wanting to feel every bit of flesh, and he feels a deep rumble in his chest- something possessive as he leans in and kisses you, something firm and rough as he feels his shirt around you- and Logan's mouth slots against your own quite easily, open-mouthed, rough kisses that have you shuddering, as he lifts you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and pinning you against the fridge.
You know Logan didn't mean sleeping. He meant putting you to sleep, by sleeping with you, and this silly double meaning, the idea of getting to do all that and then cuddle and sleep by his side, it makes you smile against his mouth.
Logan doesn't stop kissing you as he lifts you up and away, you still wrapped around him, towards his room, feeling an immense amount of slick, lustful pride that he's bringing back his shirt and his girl there.
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inkdrinkerworld · 8 months
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18+ ONLY
logan is such a ‘don’t run from me’ kinda guy when he knows he’s fucking you so good that you can’t take it anymore and try to come off his cock.
like he has you on your hands and knees, face pushed into the pillows on your bed as he absolutely ploughs into you.
his wife pleaser is stuck to his chest, sweat dripping down your back from how long you’ve been at it.
“lo,” you cry, body shaking from the force of his thrusts. his cock is hitting that one spot repeatedly and it’s making you ur toes curl and your arms tremble from holding you up.
it’s not too much until his thumb finds your clit and rolls it in quick circles. “gimme one more.” his voice is gruff, short huffs of air timed perfectly between him fucking you.
to make matters worse for you - read better- he leans over you, teeth sinking into the meat of your back. it forces a moan from you, and it causes your brain to fog even more- he’s too deep your brain decides amidst all the pleasure.
he’s too deep and it’s too good and your body can’t handle the pleasure that’s building so you try to run.
logan can’t fight the grin that breaks on his face as he realises. “m’sorry sweets, y’ain’t running from this,”
he says it so casually- as though he’s not fucking you within an inch of your life and sanity.
“you’re not running from my cock.” his hips slow but he goes deeper, thrusts a little harder too making your fingers grip the sheets harder.
“logan, please.” you beg, face turned to look at him but all logan sees is your face showing how much pleasure you’re in. you don’t really know what you’re begging for.
“please what hm? pretty sure you don’t even know what you’re begging for princess,” his thrusts speed up a bit and involuntarily you’re coming around him. “just like that baby, fuck.” he groans, abs clenched as he tries to stave off his orgasm a little longer.
“why don’t you let me and your pussy have some alone time? she’s enjoying everything i give her.”
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holylulusworld · 2 months
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Breed-Out
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Summary: You woke the animal in Wolverine.
Pairing: Alpha!Wolverine x Omega!Reader
Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, breeding kink, a/b/o, a/b/o dynamics, scenting, fluff
A/N: A little drabble to get back into writing for my fav mutant.
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Some days you want only cuddles.
Some days you want to feel his warmth and embrace.
Some days you want to make love and snuggle into his chest later.
But.
Some days you want him to be rough, and lay claim on you all over again. If you are on the edge and close to your heat, you only want him to breed you, and use your body for his own pleasure.
If you want him to be rough, he doesn’t make love to you, he’s mounting you like an animal. Making you keen and drool. Logan holds you down, by your shoulders, and takes what he wants.
You cry out his name and let him take control over your body and soul. It’s all you can do. With your body pinned to the mattress and his cock so deep inside of you making you mewl; you have no other choice but to give in to your primal needs.
Nothing but pure animalistic want courses through our veins, and you beg him for more, blinded by the need to have him inside of your body and to feel him fill you up.
Today is such a day.
“I’m gonna breed this cunt and fill you up,” he growls in your ear, making you shudder under your alpha. “Do you want me to get you full of my babies?”
“Yes,” you stutter and clutch the sheets tighter. “Please fill me up.”
He loses all control at your words. “Have my seed and let it grow then,” he growls and covers your body with his, now rutting into you. “Can you feel it?”
You whine low in your throat, sounding like a wounded animal when you grip him tightly.
“I love feeling you grip me tightly,” he pants in your neck. Logan works his cock into you with sloppy thrusts. “I love to cum inside of you even more.”
“Do it,” you challenge your alpha. So far he has refused to breed you. But tonight, he got lost in his instinct and didn’t think of protection or to pull out. “I want to feel it, alpha.”
“Fuck, you are the death of me.” His hips begin to stutter. “I don’t care if I get you round. I’ll never not breed this cunt from now on.”
Logan buries his face in your neck to sink his teeth into your flesh. He cums with a deep guttural growl while you tremble underneath him. “Perfect omega.”
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“You good?” Logan softly asks. He always insisted on checking on every inch of your body after he got rough with you. “How do you feel?”
“Good,” you yawn and nuzzle in his chest. “Very good.”
“That’s good,” Logan kisses the top of your head. “Very good.” He drops his hand to your belly and slowly rubs it, imagining his child is growing in your womb.
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Tags in reblog.
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kgficz · 2 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.
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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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i-spit-on-your-garage · 4 months
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*NSFW shit in here*
This is my accidental first sorta imagine,enjoy I guess
Logan Howlett x reader
*straight up down bad kinda rough smut after paragraph one,afab, I'm just dumping my horny Wolverine thoughts here*
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I don't think we're acknowledging how HEAVY Logan is. Man's is full of metal. There's a scene in X-Men origins: Wolverine where the old farmer has him try out the motorcycle and when he sits that bitch SINKS under his weight. Hugh himself was around 200 pounds (90 kg) during this role, but Wolverine's canon weight is a whopping 300 pounds (136 kg) post adamantium injections.Canonically he's 5'3 (1.60 m) but in the movies he's 6'3(1.90 m).
All that to say CAN YOU IMAGINE this beast of a man fucking you from behind? The absolute FORCE he's capable of. Like your ass will hurt afterwards purely from his hips. Your hands are gripping the headboard for dear life(it doesn't help) and his hands are gripping your hips (where they belong) as he absolutely wrecks you. You're in denial if you say this man is quiet in bed, this man is growling, moaning, and/or panting like a damn dog. You're either screaming or letting out silent cries cause he's fucking the air out of you. You'd both be covered in sweat and this man is going feral because you are literally gushing around him and soaking his cock and his hips and he can feel you dripping down his fucking balls (I will never be sorry for what I post, I'm incapable of shame). He's gonna put you in a chokehold with his weight leaning into you as he lowers his chest onto your back, trapping you in beneath him while he obliterates you pussy(I'm projecting so badly rn).
.......how big do we think his dick is?👀
I've never written before,I just felt the overwhelming need to share my horny gremlin ass thoughts about this hot, angry,large hunk of man.
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random-imagines-blog · 6 months
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Imagine being a telepath and accidentally broadcasting your sexy thoughts about Logan Howlett into his mind.
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It was a particularly warm day, so seeing Logan in a thin t-shirt that was sticking to his chest with sweat shouldn’t have felt so abnormal, but it swept across you, making you feel like you were in a heatwave in the middle of the Sahara. Unfortunately, though you were under the tutelage of the one and only Charles Xavier, who happens to share your mutation, you have not yet found a way to entirely secure your thoughts to your head. They tended to project to the person that you were thinking of, like creating a direct link.
A thought of helping him to cool down in a cold shower came to mind - he could leave the shirt behind, how hard would his nipples get, do you think? Who could possibly blame you for thinking these things anyway, it was just filthy the way that he walked around looking like that, and oh - imagine what he looked like when he shivered - even if it was from the cold and not from pleasure. You were having a hard time keeping yourself together, you being the one who needs a cold shower now.
Cautiously, you look at his face and note that he is staring at you, a thick eyebrow raised and the faintest of blushes upon his cheeks, barely noticeable but you know that it is there because he is thinking about it, hoping that you don’t realize it. You caught him catching you, which was mutually embarrassing. “Logan ... hello,” You said, a forced closed-mouth smile on your face.
“Y/n,” He said with a nod, and looked about him, awkwardly. “Sorry if I’m .. interrupting something.”
You pursed your lips and then started to laugh. “I should be the one apologizing. You know me, I just can’t keep my thoughts to myself.”
“Your hands either, from the looks of things,” He said, his eyes staring at you hard, but your laugh did start to bring a small smile to his face. “I was going to go for a swim in the lake.”
“Is that an invitation to join?”
“You’re the telepath, shouldn’t you know?”
You read his mind quite easily, seeing his thoughts of his hands on your hips, holding you in the small lake.
“I hope it’s cold,” You joked, getting up from your sunning chair.
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angelltheninth · 1 year
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smut bimbo!reader and Logan Howlett . he would be so mean
You're so right Anon, he'd be so mean in the best way possible.
Pairing: Logan "Wolverine" Howlett x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, dumbification, rough sex, growling, dirty talk, cockdrunk!Reader
A/N: I don't know who's gonna be the next Wolverine but they better deliver on the feral, cocky energy.
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He would be teasing you so much, thumbing at your pretty clit while his cum spills from your cunt
"Fucked so much and ya need more. I want to say I'm surprised but I'd be lyin' to ya sweetheart." Logan smirked down at you, his recovery period nearly nonexistent when you're behaving like such a bimbo
You lean forward and grab his cock, rubbing the cum over the swollen, red tip, the empty sensation between your legs driving you crazy
When you can't take it anymore you angle the tip to your entrance, Logan doesn't do anything, just watches on in amusement as you push down, taking his cock until its all the way in
"Good job darlin'." He presses your clit as his hips surge forward, his heavy balls slapping against you, "Now its my turn. Gotta make my bitch happy, lest she go to someone else."
He was just saying that, you knew he didn't really think you'd go to someone else, not with the way he fucks you
Still you couldn't help but tighten your walls around him, "'M not goin' anywhere when you're like this. I'll fuck ya into next week, just say the words. Prove that your brain still works."
Rushed pleas fall from your mouth one after another, your legs twitching as they try to wrap around Logan's hips only to fall open again when he thrusts his cock back in
"That's my good bitch." Satisfied with your babbling he leans down to your breasts and starts to kiss and bite as the softness there, his teeth marks leaving an imprint on your skin
"Mine." Logan growled as you wrapped your arms around his head, holding him close as he emptied his seed into you again, marking you as his good bitch as he put it
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imaginesforfandom · 3 months
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The Grinchy Christmas Surprise
we all know Logan would be a grinch during the holidays! also, i know this one is a bit short but i kinda rushed it-
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Logan/James Howlett x Reader
No pronouns used!!
Summary: Y/N buys a gift for Logan, but he isn't too keen on receiving it.
The Grinchy Christmas Surprise
Christmas morning at the X-Mansion was filled with festive decorations, laughter, and the scent of holiday treats wafting through the halls. However, Logan Howlett, known as Wolverine, wasn't a fan of the decorations. He grumbled to himself as he wandered through the festively adorned hallways, muttering about the unnecessary fuss.
Meanwhile, you had just woken up and decided to seek out Logan. Holding a nicely wrapped gift in your hand, you ventured through the mansion until you found him, scowling at a wreath hanging on the wall.
"Hey, Logan," you greeted, a soft smile on your face. "Merry Christmas."
"I told you not to get me anything," Logan grumbled without turning around, continuing his walk down the hallway.
You followed him, hurt by his dismissive tone. "Please, just take it. Whether you open it or not is up to you."
Hesitantly, Logan accepted the gift, looking down at it with a raised eyebrow.
"I know you said not to get you anything, but… no one else got you anything, and I didn't think it was fair," you explained, your voice quiet as you stared at the ground.
After a few moments of contemplation, Logan started tearing the paper. Your excitement grew as he unveiled a black leather jacket with two yellow stripes on each arm, reminiscent of his old one that he had lost a while back.
"I know you loved that jacket, so I—" you began, but Logan unexpectedly cut you off by hugging you. The shock quickly gave way to happiness as you hugged him back.
"You had to be the good one, huh?" Logan said, a rare warmth in his voice as he pulled away slightly.
"What can I say? It's my specialty," you joked, still hugging him with a large smile.
In the end, Logan couldn't resist your enthusiasm about the gift. As you continued excitedly talking about it, he kissed you, a way to shut you up but also an acknowledgment of the gratitude and affection he felt in that moment. The unexpected Christmas gift had managed to thaw the gruff exterior of Wolverine, leaving both of you with a holiday memory to cherish.
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i couldn't resist writing a christmas story for him!
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cathrrrine · 3 months
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logan: sometimes i wish the love of my life would stop doing stupid shit and pay attention to me
y/n, in the middle of doing stupid shit: sucks to be you i guess
logan: *sigh*
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lumi077 · 20 days
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X-Men HCs
A/N: my hyperfixations are not very hyperfixating rn. literally they’re changing so fast. But take some nice little relationship headcanons, and the next Chapter of Winters’ Servants is coming soon!!
Characters included: Logan (Wolverine), Scott (Cyclops), Kurt (NightCrawler), Jean
Warnings: potential OOC, nothing else really. kept it nice and light.
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Logan (Wolverine):
Logan would absolutely, if you use them, stretch out your new hairbands for you. If you express that you dislike using them unless stretched, he’ll offer to wear them on his wrists for a day or two till they’re stretched to your liking. It could be the most girly hair ties and he’ll proudly wear three on each wrist. When asked, he’ll happily tell them “Just stretchin ‘em for my woman/man/partner”
Scary dog privileges? Scary dog privileges. He adores making you feel safe enough to wear the most skin revealing or feminine clothing. You want to wear something revealing/very feminine but tell him you're scared? He’ll instantly assure you and tell you to wear anything you want. If someone says something, he won’t hesitate to shut them up before you even hear.
There’s going to be a point in your relationship that you’ll realize he absolutely doesn’t care about any of the gross stuff you do. Burp, Fart, don’t shave? He really doesn’t care in the least bit. Definitely the boyfriend that will go, unphased, into the bathroom while you're on the toilet and brush his teeth or shower without a care in the world. If you are comfortable that is, and he secretly preens when he realizes that you're comfy enough to do that stuff around him lol.
I wholeheartedly believe that when he realizes he wants you to be his forever partner, he’ll gift you his dog tags. His past is very personal to him, because he could never remember it for a good part of it. His dog tags are only second to him getting down on one knee. 
Speaking of getting down on one knee, sorry for all the people who want it to be a surprise, but he won’t make a big deal and will tell you about his plans beforehand. No surprise engagement, and no public one. Not because he doesn’t care, but because he wants to make sure you’re ready and want it too. He doesn’t put much on marriage because it doesn’t change much, and doesn't want you to feel pressured to say yes because there are people there. He’ll love you the same married or not, but he does note how pretty you look with the ring he bought you on your finger.
I personally believe he would be more likely to get in a committed relationship with another mutant. I just think a lot of the X-Men would want to be able to relate to their partner and have their partner relate to them, and Logan is going to live a long life so…I can't truly see him with a normal person. 
If you are apart of the X-Men, while he won’t baby you or anything, he finds himself keeping an eye on you the most. There have been a fair amount of times that you find yourself having a Logan shield on the field, and even more often if you are susceptible to projectiles. 
Dates are a norm at this point, Fridays are always the day he takes you out. It’s usually the same place, but he thinks it’s nice. 
Flowers are also a norm, if you mention you like them. 
He doesn’t do much on Valentine’s day because he already does all the normal valentine’s day stuff it weekly or bi-weekly. Does get cheat food so you guys can eat it and watch stupid rom com movies though. 
Scott (Cyclops):
First and Foremost Scott is such a golden retriever. Anything you want, he obtains quickly and with 0 thoughts of you getting him something in return. He just wants to see his partner happy and healthy, with a smile on their face as often as possible.
He is very big on PDA, likes to hold your hand, or slip an arm around your waist, put his hand in the back pocket of your jeans, etc. Overall he just likes touching you, and just because you're in public doesn’t mean anything.
Adding on to his liking of PDA, I feel like he’s possessive. Like in the one X-Men movie, when Logan goes into the past and stops bad shit from happening and goes to touch Jean and he blocks him? Yeah he does that with you but with everyone. He likes people knowing your his and what’s better than you two being attached at the hip in public?
He likes when you wear his things as well, not so much for people knowing you’re his like mentioned above but just because you're adorable in it. Want his sweatshirt? He’s giving it to you even though it's negative 5 out. His cologne? Just take the whole bottle, even though it’s brand new. He’ll get another one!!
When he’s on missions and away, he gives you so many shirts and even a pair of sweats. Sprays the stuffed animals he got you with his cologne, same with your pillows. He will expect the same if it’s you going away for a long time. Or you’ll come back to him sleeping on your side of the bed where it smells the most like you, his face stuffed in one of your pillows that has one of your shirts on it. 
He is very vocal about being your boyfriend, and you being his partner. Everyone in the world knows, yet no one asked. He’ll gush about you to whoever will listen, the rest of the team is so done but they do admit his devotion to you is adorable.
All the ladies and gents and nonbinary pals who want an over the top surprise proposal, this is your man. It’s super romantic, he pays for your nails if you wear them, getting your hair done, and a new outfit. And you can’t even tell it’s because he wants to propose because he does this all the time. Then he takes you to your fav restaurant and pops the question.
Make no mistake though, he has to be 100% sure that you want him to propose to do so. He’s so attuned to you and your likings he gets your dream ring without having to ask everyone close to you first. Which also assures him no one can spoil the surprise.
He is one of the few ones who probably doesn’t care if you're a mutant or not, because his love is 100% blind. He would probably want a mutant partner, but once he falls he falls hard.
He also won’t baby you if you’re in the X-Men, but if he happens to laser them first? Not his fault.
Kurt (NightCrawler):
He is a very shy partner at first. But once he falls for you, and you make it obvious you have fallen for him it all goes out the window. He is a completely different person around you, confident and flirty. He is just so in love. 
Teases you almost constantly, he’s a teaser with everyone but he loves to see you blush and squirm from his words. 
Loves if you run your fingers through his fur, and almost emits a low purr when you do. If you brush it for him, especially if he doesn’t ask you but you WANT to, he swears he is going to marry you one day. 
He takes you places you told him you wanted to go to when you guys were in the talking stage. Paris? Done, let’s get some baguettes for back home! The Bahamas? Pack a bathing suit, and make sure to bring the detangling brush.
He loves non sexual acts of intimacy, like taking baths together!! Your fingers feel like heaven on his scalp when you massage the shampoo and conditioner in his hair. He also loves touching your body, he’s always careful with the fact he has claws but he would never dream of hurting you.
Big on cuddling and all that stuff in private, but I feel like he would want to keep it behind closed doors. Not because he doesn’t love you, but because he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands on you otherwise. 
Long missions with him are never a problem, he’ll just teleport to you wherever you may be and spend time with you before heading back. 
He’s your call bird, and the gossip you two are able to share with one another? It is divine. He seems to know everything, and you know the most obvious stuff but he always makes you feel like Sherlock Holmes when you tell him things he already heard and was going to tell you about. Which is why he always makes you spill the tea first lol.
For marriage and proposing, I can see him accidentally proposing on a mission. Tensions are high, and he’s worried that one of you won’t make it home to the other. The thought alone makes him dread the upcoming battle, but he grabs your hand and looks into your eyes and states with all the conviction in the world “We’ll get married after this.”
You brush it off, after you both survive the battle, that he didn’t mean it. He just wanted you to know how much he loved you. But oh how wrong you are when you walk into a room with all your close friends and family, Kurt in the middle down on one knee and asking you to marry him. Your face was priceless, and lucky for him everyone took pictures. 
He definitely carries around a photo with you wherever he goes, and when he prays he takes it out and not only asks that God protect him, but you as well because there is no life beyond you. Even if you’re not religious he’ll still do it, just for the peace of mind. 
Jean:
She’s the black cat of the relationship for sure. I mean, she has a lot of issues but she always makes you her first priority. 
She keeps tabs on you constantly. What’s your mood, why? She’ll talk to you in your mind when you’re anxious to calm you, and let you know that she’s there with you. She’s probably an anxious persons’ best friend. You don’t even have to talk, she knows what you mean and changes accordingly. 
She is big on communication for sure. If you do something that bothers or hurts her feelings she will sit you down and talk to you about it. And she has this certain way of doing that doesn’t make you feel guilty. She’s just letting you know what she does and doesn’t like and won’t tell anyone else. These things are very private to her. And she expects you to do the same, and her feelings are never hurt by it. 
Jean’s type of love is selfless. She would put herself in danger tenfold just to keep you safe. Mutant or not, she would be the one to baby you if you’re a part of the X-Men as well. There’s always a kind of bubble around you, that not many but you notice. Hence, people think you’re indestructible because you’re the only one who came back uninjured for the fourth time. 
She wants to be independent, but also loves when you do stuff for her. She will never ask, but her heart warms so much when she sees you did something for her because you wanted too and not because she asked. 
She plans your dream proposal. She is almost a roommate in your own mind, she knows what you like and don’t like. 
Small extra blurb: imagine giving telepathic hints that you want a proposal. She thinks “Why are they broadcasting their ring si-ooooh. I see.”
She is so gentle with you, almost afraid that you’ll break and it’ll be all her fault. The way her hands gently caress you or how she holds your hand is so incredibly gentle.
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loving-barnes · 2 months
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A Touch Of Hope (Logan Howlett)
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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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periprose · 5 months
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Hi! :)
I’m craving some Logan Howlett angsty fluff and I really like your writing style… Do you think you could maybe do a fic where either Logan and reader are in the heat of the moment and his claws come out and he scratches her. Or where Logan has a nightmare and the same thing happens. Either way the reader ends up comforting him.
Thank you! 🩷 :)
Hi!! So sorry for getting to this so late 🥹 loved the idea btw :) ended up doing a bit of a mix of both? If that makes sense.
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"Out with it."
Your voice rings out clearly among the X-Men, the throng of battle no longer around you all. It was a more exhausting battle than you would've thought, but nothing irks you more than knowing that Logan has been apparently thinking of you as someone to play babysitter to. He hadn't trusted you to make your final blow to the enemy, and instead scooped you away to safety before lashing out with his own claws.
Logan clearly has something to say to you, and you want to hear it. You're not going to let him escape again- the way he always does, nonchalantly, refusing to acknowledge how he treats you.
Charles stiffens next to you in the helicarrier. Watching the tension, feeling the palpable heart-wrenching sensation between you and Logan. He doesn't know how you got to this point.
"Listen. Just because you didn't have it doesn't mean you're not a good X-Man-" Logan starts dismissively.
"But I did! I did have it!" You shout back at him, and then inhale carefully. "Nobody told you to rescue me, Logan. If I was about to die, then I was. I wanted that to be on my own terms."
"Don't talk like you're a fucking martyr when you've never had the privilege, kid." Logan's unnecessarily harsh tone has you flinching. "Do you know how many people I've seen die, for no good reason? Do you really want a bunch of Pentagon psychos to be your last memory?"
"Shut up." You shift in your seat, feeling small. "We don't get to choose when we die. Not like you."
Logan becomes visibly angered with that, the little taunt you've made towards his immortality. "That doesn't mean you have to go seek it out, dumbass."
"Oh really? Don't tell me you're getting soft, Logan." You glare at him, and Charles and Jean and Scott look at each other uncertainly. "Just because your life is so long doesn't mean the rest of us have forgotten what it means to be alive."
There's an unspoken, sudden charge in the air, now that you've mentioned what everyone else has the good sense to shut up about- Logan having lived so long and not caring about the consequences of his actions. Logan's eyes narrow until you feel sure that you've pushed him too far this time- he looks more animal than human, more Wolverine than ever- and you feel yourself inching forward, letting the anger of not being understood push you to fighting him- and Charles suddenly raises his hand in protest.
"Please, you two. I'm not sure what has transpired today, but I know you are better than choosing to have a physical altercation on a helicarrier flight." His calm, soothing tone makes you feel a little disappointed in yourself, and you settle back in your seat, refusing to meet his or Jean's glances of concern.
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All you really wanted was an apology. A "Sorry, I won't do that again." Or even an explanation for why Logan keeps tabs on you all the time, never letting you be a real part of the X-Men, always safely on the sidelines. Were you just too weak?
Should you even be here?
You feel guilty for what you said to him. It's not a bad thing, you know, that Logan doesn't want you to get hurt- it's just that you want to do your job. You're not a kid.
It almost, almost justifies how you treated him, but even you know that was too far. You can't act as if you know Logan's life story- not even Charles or Jean would claim to do that, and they've searched his mind for memories several times.
Like it or not, the man was mysterious. He kept to himself on a lot of things, citing past hurt as his reason why- and you should've respected that.
"Maybe I am weak." You mutter to yourself, wondering why you can't restrain your emotions around Logan.
You're practicing shooting small, psionic blasts towards the target in your room- it's a great way to pass the time when you can't sleep- when you hear a groan, a shudder, an angry, deep growl-
It sounds like Logan. His room is right above yours, and the sounds are definitely coming from there- you hear him yell, and before you can stop yourself, you're bounding up the stairs to the third floor of the X-Mansion, bursting through his room's door with a ready hand, in case you need to fight.
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Logan watches as you berate him in his dream.
Actually, it's not quite you- it's some venomous, evil, witch wearing your face. You giggle at him- you call him old- you don't take him seriously.
With every taunt, you fire another bright purple blast at him- and for once, his body doesn't heal instantaneously. He is getting old, getting hurt, watching as blood pools out of him. It's agonizingly painful.
He's going to die this time, without making it right with you- he's afraid that you're right about him, that he's a washed up sad old man who can't ever let people in.
"We don't need you anymore, Logan..." The not-you whispers softly, smiling a smile that doesn't quite reach your eyes, and Logan can't help but believe it.
His self preservation instincts kick in, and he launches forward, snarling, claws out with a sharp snikt sound. He feels that even though he'll regret your death, he'll miss you immensely, it's just one more tally mark to several others.
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"Logan. Logan!"
You're leaning over Logan's sweaty, clammy body in his bed. You watch as his hands fist in the sheets, and he tosses and turns in agony- you breathe in hesitation, in fear that he's not going to be okay- he grunts suddenly, and you're reminded of how Rogue tells you about his nightmares. They're frequent.
How out of touch could you have been today?
You gently-yet-firmly grab Logan's arm, shaking, and his arms move forward in a self-defense mechanism that seems practiced, as if he's been attacked in his sleep before, and before you can move away, there's a sharp snikt sound, a quick wave of claws, and a searing pain in your side.
It all happens before you can even blink. You fall off to the side, on the floor, writhing in pain. Logan's claws just nicked your side, it's essentially a scratch- but the pain is so much worse than you're expecting, and you fall to the floor again as you try to get up.
You breathe in harshly, holding back a sob, as you feel wet blood pooling through the side of your night dress.
"Jesus Christ." Logan pounces off the bed, waking to blood all over his claws, and he's leaning over your body, as you blink up at him hesitantly. He immediately panics, lifting you up and resting you on his squatted thighs. "Kid! Hey, kid, don't close your eyes-"
"..." You're just barely hanging on, but you listen.
And Logan feels that same sense of shame he felt when he attacked Rogue, when Jean "died", every single time he had accidentally unsheathed his claws towards someone who didn't deserve it.
Doubly so, considering it's like his terrible nightmare has come to life. But you absolutely didn't do anything wrong- he can't believe he was so angry with you.
He calls for help, in a slightly broken tone, and no one seems to be coming.
"Just a scratch." You try, but Logan shakes his head.
"No, no, no." Logan spits out. "How could I- I never meant to-"
"I'm sorry, Logan." You cough, and Logan feels awful that you're apologizing while bleeding out due to his actions. "I shouldn't have said what I said. You're not some unreliable old man who doesn't care..."
You flinch at a sudden, sharp pain, and Logan motions for you to stop talking, but you keep going.
"If anything, you're the opposite. You're there for me. And I'm sorry that I got so... so angry at you for that." You mutter to yourself, not aware of how Logan hangs onto your words. "You're protecting me from making mistakes, and I'm grateful."
"No, kid. You had a point before." Logan interjects, but you shake your head.
"Did I? Or was I being a brat?" You grimace at yourself.
"You did have a point. I was being selfish," Logan shakes his head and then swallows that urge to push you away. "I don't always know how to leave people well enough alone. Sometimes I'm too much."
He hesitates, and then continues on. "Like, I treat you as if you're a nuisance, right? But I always... I always want you next to me. And I know I should just sort my shit out like an adult. But I'm scared."
"Scared?"
"Of what happens. What always happens." Logan sighs in defeat. "I fall in love, and they die. I find my people, and they leave me because I'm such a jackass. There's too much surrounding me that just... ruins everything."
"No, no. I won't leave." You tighten your hand around Logan's, and he, despite wanting to say that you're wounded because of him, believes you. He's so grateful to hear you say it- he had no idea that's what was weighing on him so badly.
He loves you, he knows he does. Logan has never been the best with feelings, but for once, he's glad he was honest.
The first thing Scott sees when he finally makes his way to Logan's room, from all the way across the X-Mansion, is Logan whispering "I'm sorry," and... he thinks (he's not 100% sure), "I love you," to your very forlorn, softly curved-around-him body.
It's a very tender moment, and Scott feels he should leave.
Then Logan presses a firm, shaky kiss on your forehead, and then your lips, and you, with your limited reserve of energy, kiss him back, and then Scott interjects with:
"Hey!...?"
He seems taken aback as you both look at him. "I heard screaming? What is this, some sort of weird cult sacrificial scenario?"
"Logan... had a... nightmare..." You wince, and Scott sees the red on your night gown. "I need... medical attention."
"On it." Scott glances at Logan for permission, and he's currently trying to push all these mushy feelings back into his chest where they belong, and he wants to be there to help you in the clinic, but he's flustered with everything that's happened and he can only hand you to Scott without looking at him.
Scott smirks to himself as he runs you to the clinic of the X-Mansion.
"You and Logan, huh? I knew there was something in that fight today." Scott remarks as you cling to him.
"It's taken an embarrassingly long time for me to figure it out, but yeah." You blush. "Has everyone else...?"
"Jean's been running a bet for the last year." Scott laughs. "She says you both are two sides of the same coin."
You can't help but agree.
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inkdrinkerworld · 6 months
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Omg fucking imagine bunny!reader with wolverine I could just imagine him being rough and like overstimulating the fuck out of that tail
I’ve never done hybrid!au before but x-men is such a good way into this!! Cw: hybrid!reader, smut, overstimulation and Logan being smug, 18+ONLY MDNI
Don’t like don’t read, please don’t come into my inbox w hate cos I’ll just delete the asks
Logan didn’t know you being a shapeshifter would’ve come into play like this.
You’re on all fours, head pressed into the mattress of his bed as he stands behind you.
His hips are fast moving as he fucks into you, his hands bruising your hips as he holds you in place.
“Fuck, Lo,” you moan, voice trembling from the exertion it takes to let him fuck you like this. Your ears are floppy as you jerk with each thrust, your body spent from the numerous orgasms he’d pulled from you.
“Gimme one more, bun.” He grunts, sweat dripping down his chest as he tries hard not to come yet.
Logan’s hand slips down, from your hip to your lower back and before you can register the movement, you feel his hand brushing the fluff of your tail.
Instinctively you groan, leaning away from his touch as your body jerks from the stimulation.
Behind you, Logan smirks. “That feel good?” He asks, not even sounding breathless as his cock pistons in and out of your sopping cunt.
“Please,” you whine, eyes rolling back as he does it again; his hands pulling and tugging at the fur making your body buzz. “I’m gonna come.” You warn, voice wavering as tears pool in your eyes when his hips speed up.
“Come on bunny, let me feel you.” That and the flick of your tail has you screaming, your orgasm ripping through you like hot fire.
Your body can’t stop twitching even as Logan fills you up. It takes a while for him to move, hands stroking down the length of your back while he waits for your breathing to even out.
“Didn’t know you liked that, princess.” He coos as he pulls out, laying you on your side so there’s no pressure in your tail.
You look up at him with dazed eyes. They barely focus on him before he’s moving, picking up a washcloth to clean you up.
“Didn’t know either,” your thighs tremble at the pressure of him cleaning between them. “Felt really good.”
Logan smirks, snapping his boxers into place before crawling over you. “I’ll keep it in mind, sweet thing” his kisses are stubbly but you preen for them as he begins aftercare.
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a-boca-do-inferno · 11 months
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not a date! (logan howlett x reader)
summary: (y/n) and Logan have dinner. Finally.
warnings: fluff
words: 0.5k
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That was new. 
Logan had a smile on his face that was as beautiful as it was unusual. Wolverine wasn’t one to smile, after all, and you’d be lying if you said it bothered you; quite the contrary. He walked around the kitchen as if he knew exactly what to do, swiftly chopping off some vegetables and throwing them in boiling water. He even whistled every now and then, as he waited for the food to be ready, and you couldn’t help but find it the cutest thing you ever witnessed. His eyes fell on your figure sitting by the counter sometimes, too, maybe to make sure you were still there, and you grinned softly at that thought. You both were trying this thing for some time now and it finally had happened.  
“It smells delicious”, you murmur, with a bit of a bashfulness to your tone. This was your professor still, doesn’t matter how much you wanted to forget that fact. 
“Thanks”, he grunts back, not quite as warmly as you would like, sure, but not harsh either. Logan just had a different way of expressing his feelings and you were starting to get a hold of that as you became closer to each other. He dries up his hands with a cloth mindlessly, leaning on the sink and staring at you with an amused look. “This is not a date, by the way.” 
You snort, nodding along. “Of course, professor", you joke, throwing a pea at him playfully. He catches it with his claws and eats it, making you roll your eyes. “Show off.” 
“So, how’s things back at the school?”, he goes back to stirring his soup. “Been a while since I went there.” 
“Things are great, thriving”, you hum, eating a pea. “Charles seems happy, despite everything that happened these past few years. He’s still doing his best for everyone.” 
“Good”, he finishes cooking and turns off the stove. Logan’s steps come closer, and he glances at you with a smirk, pointing to your phone with his chin. “And how’s the boyfriend?” 
Your eyes narrow at his question, and you shake your head slowly, still holding his gaze. “No boyfriend. Single as a pringle”, you chuckle, shrugging a bit.  
He gives you a disbelieved look, but nods. “Right, and my eyes are ocean blue.” 
You scoff, shaking your head a bit, “what? Is it really that hard to believe I don’t need a man?” 
Logan snorts slightly, walking to your side. He grabs your face softly, yet firmly, and mumbles, “say that again.” You shudder under his touch, trying to formulate an answer, but his hot breath hits you like a brick in your senses. He smirks at your reaction and devours your mouth without warning, holding your waist to his and pulling you by the hair a little. You gasp against his lips, melting completely, surprise and arousal filling up your chest while his tongue painted your teeth with saliva. Logan parts the kiss after a few seconds, with a smug expression towards you, and your cheeks now are as hot as that stove behind you both. “I take back what I said. It’s definitely a date.” 
You roll your eyes, smiling. 
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kgficz · 2 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
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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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