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「 ✦ logan howlett ✦ 」

╰┈➤ 18+ none of these stories belong to me! this is a masterlist of all logan howlett stories i’ve read and reblogged! just thought it would be nice to have them all in one spot! (if your fic is on here and you wish not to be, please let me know!) some will have summaries if provided <3

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➤ as it was by @ichorai

✗ you first met logan as weapon x, wiped clean of any memory of his past life. he had nearly killed you then. and now, almost two years later, he’s pressing kisses over the very same scars his adamantium claws had inflicted.

➤ blast from the past by @lune-hime

➤ a wolverines heartache by @imaginesforfandom

✗ On two separate occasions, both Y/N and Logan find jealousy within their friendship.

➤ feral by @angelltheninth

➤ worked up by @loganbcrnes

✗ logan breaks the bed

➤ anything by @woodolly

✗ Almost everyone fears Logan but Logan only fears you. His wife that happens to be pretty mad at him.

➤ @lilac-mushroom

✗ i need you baby

⑅ When you found out that mutants were being chased and attacked, you couldn't stand the thought of Logan, an old friend of yours, being hurt. Upon arrival at the place he was staying at, you found him beaten up and hurting, his healing powers slowed down. Deciding to take care of him, you couldn't ignore the closeness and strong sexual tension felt between you, just like old times. It wouldn't be bad to give in to it... right?

✗ above the clouds

⑅ Flying over to Atlanta for a mission with the X-Men, you sat next to Logan on the plane. But when his hand sneaked to caress the top of your thigh, you were faced with having to decide between sneaking off with him to the bathroom and leaving Logan painfully hard for rest of the flight. Maybe if you tried to be quiet...

➤ apologies by @jbreenr

⑅The Wolverine's presence in your life took a turn you did not expect.

➤ @buckylattes

✗ two wolves, one bunny

⑅ Logan and Bucky have had their eyes on you for a little bit now, and you can’t stand to wait any longer for them to finally make a move. So you make a move of your own and finally, you all get what you’ve been wanting.

✗ next door neighbor

⑅ Your next door neighbor, Logan, has been trying to get your attention for a while now, but he fears that he’s taken the whole situation the wrong way. Will you ever give him a chance?

✗ possessive

⑅ Logan is always very possessive of you, his girl, but you can’t really be mad at him even if you try.

➤ @buckyownsmylife

✗ untangle me

⑅ The one where once it becomes clear that Logan is your alpha, he’s the one left pining

✗ first burn

⑅ The one where Logan is so crazy to make sure that everyone knows you’re his, that he fucks you in front of everyone.

➤ prom by @loving-barnes

➤ touch me like nobody else does by @galatially

✗ you called and i came, the history between us too broad to ignore; when he showed up on your doorstep five years after he disappeared in the middle of the night, logan howlett decided to clear the air.

➤ in love with the wolverine by @ellana-ravenwood

➤ @hannibals-favourite-meal

✗ sunshine and flowers

⑅ Logan has had a great many loves in his long life and he’s over it. He doesn’t want to lose anyone else yet somehow, the annoying and very much younger art teacher at Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters, wormed her way into his heart.

✗ the way back home

⑅ After months of being apart from each other, he’s finally back in your arms

✗ worst possible decision

⑅How could Logan be stupid enough to fall for the little sister of an overprotective metal controlling mutant? As it turns out, very easily.

➤ body swap by @make-me-imagine

✗ reader and wolverine get body swapped, and the reader just so happened to be on their period when it happens + them having to deal with each others mutations.

➤ wolverine x reader by @carry-on-wayward-sun

➤ @wolfdeamonghoul

✗ it should have been me pt2

⑅ Bucky and you had a good relationship, until he felt like didn’t need you anymore and so he breaks up with you and starts dating Natasha soon after. It only takes seeing you walking down the aisle, saying your ‘i dos’ to someone else for him to realize his mistake.

✗ what a tease

⑅ you tease Logan too much that he begins to pleasure himself

✗ sexting

➤ @holylulusworld

✗ breed out

⑅ you woke the animal in wolverine.

✗ bed sharing

⑅ “Can you do ‘bed-sharing’ with Wolverine? He’s grumpy and you believe he doesn’t like you, but he can’t stop himself from sniffing at your neck and it can be smutty or just fluff. You decide.”

✗ cranky

⑅ Your boyfriend is cranky in the morning.

➤ @kgficz

✗ newbie

⑅ 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.

✗ back in time

⑅ 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?

➤ logan training by @imyourbratzdoll

✗logan and the reader end up training in another... more fulfilling way.

➤ labels by @mlmxreader

✗ you and Logan discuss your relationship over a beer.

➤ the last goodbye by @trickstersteve

➤ just a dance by @lipstickandvibranium

✗ Logan wasn’t fond of parties, but he was fond of her.

➤ i guess you didn’t cheat, but… by @youreobsessedwithtoomanyfandoms

•MASTERLIST

•XMEN MASTERLIST

hopefully all links work, let me know if not <3

last updated april 16, 2024

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sc0tters · 8 months

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Hotel Room | Luca Fantilli

summary: when your short dress, sexual tension and lots of booze all come together in one night it leads to a new milestone in your situationship.

request: sort of?

warnings: mature themes, p in v (unprotected), fingering, swearing, use of slut twice?

word count: 4.18k

authors note: let’s first take a moment to thank @hischierhaze and @thatintrovertedwriter for letting me make this ask into a full piece! Didn’t love this piece but I was so excited to write it that I use pushed it out, so sorry if its shit but I eventually liked how it ended.

Tonight was meant to be all about Adam.

Key word: meant to.

It was of course the draft night and Adam had two of his favourite people there, his brother and his best friend.

You adored both brothers, you spent your freshman year in the dorm across the hall from theirs and had more than half of your classes with Adam.

Luca to begin with seemed to put up with you letting Adam take the front wheel in forming a friendship with you. Or at least that was until a big win against Michigan State lead to a massive party that the seniors hosted.

Your mind was high as the buzz you felt from the alcohol that you had drank was still having an effect on you “hi baby,” you cooed smiling as you found Luca stood by himself.

The boy looked up shoving his phone back into his pocket “you played so well.” Your voice was slurred as your hands went to his hair “did I now?” Luca smiled seeing your cheeks turn pink when his fingers hooked under your jaw.

You knew that your body had craved him “looked so fucking hot getting in that guys face.” You confessed feeling your skin grow warm.

Luca let his thumb rub against your cheek as he felt his cock grow hard in his shorts “you’re looking so pretty tonight.” He mumbled hearing the door to the bathroom open “I wanna kiss you baby.” The hockey player added letting you hear how he felt about you.

A smile formed on your lips “what are you waiting for then?” You asked furrowing your brows as he pulled you into the now empty bathroom “know I’m gonna want more than just that.” Luca explained shutting the door behind you as your back hit the wall.

His fingers danced along your jaw “took you long enough to find me.” Lucas voice was low as his breath fanned against your neck “didn’t know you wanted to be found.” You mumbled feeling your heart pound out of your chest as his lips hovered over yours.

Before you could say another word it seemed like Luca was done toeing the line of liking his brothers best friend as he captured your lips in a kiss. It was messy as his teeth clashed against yours letting the taste of the drinks that you had each drank mix together “mhm,” you moaned feeling his teeth sink into yours.

It made him pull away as he looked at you “got my lipstick all over you.” You giggled seeing the lipstick on his face.

Luca smiled letting his fingers go against your thigh as he felt grateful that you were in a dress “‘s worth it when I’ve got a pretty girl like you in front of me baby.” His words had you rolling your eyes as you guided his hand closer to your panties “please Lu,” you begged pushing your head against the wall.

Tonight Luca wasn’t in the mood to tease you, he wanted you and he wanted you now “you’re so fucking soaked baby.” Luca groaned letting his fingers tease your clit as he felt the wet patch that had formed on your panties.

Your eyes fluttered at the feeling “just want to make you feel so good.” His voice rang through your ears as your dress bunched at your hips “you will, of course you will.” The desperation in your voice was clear as he pulled your panties to the side letting his fingers thrust into your pussy.

It made the hockey player smile how responsive your body was to him “wanna kiss you,” you blurted out pulling his face from your neck to your face as he stared at you.

When he didn’t do anything and just watched your face contort in pleasure to the feeling of his fingers your lips turned to a pout “please.” You begged letting out a whine as Luca pulled your leg around his waist with his free hand “like it when you beg.” The hockey player smiled letting his nose hit yours before he kissed you.

His fingers began to do this scissor like motion as he increased his pace that he finger tucked you “don’t stop,” you whined until you heard a knock at the door.

Luca placed his hand over your mouth “Luca you in there?” Adam asked slightly slurring his words.

It made you instantly tense up which unfortunately for you Luca took it as the chance to make his thrusts even faster “yeah.” The hockey player looked at you to make sure you stayed quiet “you know where y/n is?” Adams question made you almost feel guilty.

You didn’t have enough chance to dwell on that thought “I might have some ideas.” Now you wanted to hit the older Fantilli boy.

His comment had you sending him a glare “well I’m gonna go find her!” Adam clearly hadn’t heard his brothers comment as he walked off.

The moment Adam left you had reached your high “shit Luca!”

Moans were now given the chance to leave your lips as he brought you through your orgasm “don’t need Adam hearing how pretty you sound princess.” Luca smiled kissing your lips.

All you knew was that this couldn’t be the last time you had him.

Over the next few months that was as far as you two got and it was like the universe hated you. Nine times out of ten you were cock blocked by Adam and in that other one time you’d get interrupted by Luca’s practice times.

You had grown frustrated since as good as Luca was with his fingers and his mouth, you felt like you were the weirdest fuck buddy relationship there was.

So when Adam invited you to accompany him to the draft you knew you were picking your dress for Luca.

Sure it sounded stupid but you smiled to yourself as you applied your lipstick in the mirror of the hotel suite since you had been kicked out of the bathroom by the older Fantilli boy who needed to get ready himself.

The reason why he was now talking so long was because he had been dealing with the same thoughts that you had “we gotta go dude!” Adam groaned joining you on the couch.

He rested his head on your shoulder smiling as you ran your fingers through his hair “sorry about that,” Luca apologised hoping that his boner was not noticeable.

But of course you did. Despite the fact that you hadn’t actually slept with him yet, you still knew what a boner in his pants looked like.

Your teeth sunk into your lower lip noticing it as your eyes trailed up his lost locking with his “was that intentional?” Adam asked motioning to fact that your dress matched his brothers tie.

Luca wanted to suffocate his brother for making him look at your outfit again. The blue body con dress complimented your skin “nope,” he shook his head smiling in your direction as he ignored the way his pants felt like they were testing its zipper as his cock grew even harder.

Adam had to be stupid the way he didn’t pick up on way your eyes never left the older Fantilli’s until he held his hand out to you to help you up “look at how cute you three look!” Julia gushed as she walked out to see the three of you stood up.

You smiled wrapping your arms around both boys “I think it is all them.” You joked giving Luca’s side a squeeze smiling up at him.

This was going to be a long night for both of you.

Sitting through the draft felt torturous, Luca continued to steal glances from you behind Adams head until the younger boy had been drafted. Somehow from that moment your cheeks grew hot as Luca moved into the seat next to you.

Your mind began to regret wearing a dress with a slit when Luca’s fingers found their home just below that slit “don’t tease me,” you mumbled watching the sixth draft pick walk onto the stage.

In all honesty you found the draft boring but you had only gone for Adam and now Luca was keeping you entertained “think you deserve this wearing a dress like that.” Luca grumbled trancing what looked like innocent shapes as his hand occasionally dropped beneath the fabric of your dress.

You frowned innocently trying to hide the amused way you felt “wore it for you,” you confessed running your fingers along the neck line of your dress.

Luca groaned at the sight “you okay Lu?” Julia asked turning her attention to her son who turned a bright shade of pink.

It gave you the opportunity to play the game of revenge, Luca had been riling you up letting his fingers run up your thigh teasing your dresses slit.

So you put on your best smile as you turned to his mother but not before you placed your hand on his thigh “he’s just so excited to see Adam after all this.” You explained letting your hand quickly move up his thigh “isn’t he just the sweetest?” Julia loved having conversations with you as she continued to talk to about different topics in between the draft picks.

But that didn’t mean that your hand didn’t continue to move up his thigh until it eventually brushed over his cock “don’t you dare,” Luca whispered into your ear as you retracted your hand.

Luca’s gripped at your wrist with his knuckles turning white “let’s to see Adam,” Giuliano smiled watching you stick your tongue out at his oldest son.

As you got up Luca was quick to follow you “don’t you fucking move from in front of me baby.” Luca warned placing his hands on your hips.

His cock hit your ass making you giggle “poor boy couldn’t take what he handed to me?” You asked slowly following behind his parents as you made sure they couldn’t hear what you two spoke about.

He muttered something inaudible under his breath “just behave tonight please?” It almost sounded like the hockey player was begging as he pressed a kiss to your neck.

You smiled running your hands over his “no promises Fantilli.” Now that was what Luca really didn’t want to hear.

At least two hours had passed when you were now singing along to Taylor Swift with Adam as you were both drunk out of your mind on the champagne that his parents continued to supply to the friends that Adam had “fuck I’m gonna miss you.” Adam confessed as the song ended when he pulled you into a hug.

This was the first moment since you were in the hotel room that you really got a chance to just talk to him “I can come visit in the long weekends?” You proposed rubbing his back totally unaware of boy who watched on from his bar stool.

Adam finally had the pieces falling into place as he picked up on what was happening between his brother and you “I’m gonna let you go.” Adam sighed smirking at his brother.

You furrowed your eyebrows as you turned around to see what he was looking at “oh,” you smiled Luca when your eyes locked with his.

The younger Fantilli brother pushed your body in his direction “go have fun.” The blue jackets player ordered as you turned around to him with a grin “I think you’re my favourite person on this earth.” You announced sending him an air kiss as you listened to his request.

Luca met you half way as his favourite song began blaring through the speakers “I think the world finally wants to be on our side.” His voice was soft as he held his hand out for you to grab.

A giggle fell from your lips “bout time huh?” You called out pulling him onto the dance floor.

Everyone remained unaware of what went on between you two as they were far to focused on their conversations “fucking love this dress on you baby,” Luca confessed feeling all of those thoughts go back to his cock as he stared at your ass.

You smiled as you stopped causing him to walk straight into your back “feels as good as it looks doesn’t it?” You asked not missing the gasp that left his lips as his cock rubbed against the fabric of his suit pants “fuck baby,” Luca gasped letting his head land on your shoulder.

Part of you was close to feeling bad for him in that moment “not liking that?” You pouted letting your ass rub up against his pants.

The hockey player didn’t seem to find it nearly as amusing as you did “we gotta get out of here.” His hands grabbed at your waist stopping your ass from moving again.

That was when you felt like you might have gone too far “I didn’t mean to upset you.” You frowned being honest as you spun around to face him.

He smiled shaking his head “we gotta leave cause I don’t think you want me fucking you in front of all of these people.” Luca explained tilting your chin up to look at him.

Relief was quick to wash over your face and was soon after replaced with this sense of horniness “why are we still stood here then?” Your neediness made him laugh as he let you pull him towards the exit “gonna tell them you had to help me fix my tie.” Luca mumbled watching the elevator doors shut behind you two.

His arms were quick to wrap around you “think you’re gonna need more than fifteen minutes then.” You pointed out letting out a giggle when he sent you a glare “all I’m gonna need is five minutes to make you see the stars.” Luca let his breath warm the shell of your ear as you gasp feeling his lips kiss at your neck not stopping until you got to the floor your room was on.

The doors opened with a ding finally making Luca pull away from you as he looked at you with a toothy grin “c’mon baby,” he interlocked his fingers with yours as he walked the two of you out of the elevator and to the suite “been thinking about this for months.” You confessed causing him to walk backwards instead as he pecked your lips.

You were honestly surprised that you two made it into his room because the second the door shut behind you your body was pressed up against it “wanted to do that all night.” Luca let out a guttural sigh as his hand ran up the front of your dress finally stopping as his fingers wrapped around the sides of your neck.

It made you feel hot as he stared you down “you’re on the clock Fantilli,” you mumbled words that were barely clear to him but it still ended with his lips on yours. This was different to your usual make-out sessions as there was intent this time, you could both feel it as your tongues fought with his only winning when he used his free hand to rub against your panties.

A groan left your lips giving him the perfect opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth “shit baby,” Luca grumbled letting his head fall back “you’re so fucking wet right now baby wow.” He pointed out nipping at your lips in these short little bursts making you frustrated as you felt his fingers continue rubbing your clit over the fabric of your panties.

You began to fall into this feeling of bliss as his fingers slowed the blood flow to your brain but you still needed more “just fuck me already,” you begged letting out a whine.

The hockey player engulfed your lips in a kiss as he was starting to feel like it was his drug “well when you ask so nicely.” With that his fingers pulled your panties to the side as his fingers thrusted inside of you.

His grip around your neck tightened “like that don’t you?” Luca asked feeling his cock ache at the sound of squelching as your pussy clenched around his fingers.

Luca smiled seeing you nod “making me feel so good.” You cooed pulling the straps of your dress down so you could cup your breasts “naughty girl not wearing your bra,” Luca clicked his tongue as he lowered his head to wrap his lips around your nipple.

Your eyes screwed shut “saw you looking at them all night.” Each time another boy spoke to you Luca’s hand was around your waist and when someone wasn’t talking to you his eyes played hide’n’seek with the chest line of your dress “looked so fucking good and I couldn’t even touch you.” His words had you reaching out to palm his cock.

In that moment Luca’s whole body tense up as his thighs clenched together “I gotta fuck you baby.” Luca confessed retracting his fingers from your pussy.

He smiled as you placed your hands on his cheeks “bout time,” you muttered kissing his lips.

The hockey player swore that the world was against him when he opened his wallet to see that he didn’t have a condom “fuck!” Luca groaned throwing his wallet on the floor.

It didn’t take you long to figure out where his frustration was coming from “I’m on the pill,” you blurted out taking him by surprise “you enjoy getting fucked raw?” His comment was meant to be a joke as you giggled.

You watched him unbuckle his belt as you hooked your fingers in your panties pulling them down as they hit your feet “you’d be the first,” you confessed making him smile.

His cock hit his torso making your mouth water “won’t make you wait,” Luca shook his head kissing your lips as his cock teased your clit “fuck!” You whimpered feeling his cock slide into your pussy.

Luca gave you a moment to adjust to his size as your eyes fluttered “just move please,” you begged tapping his arm that went back to your throat.

Now you’d never say it out loud but Luca was by far the biggest guy you had ever been with “this pussy was made for me.” He groaned wrapping your leg around his waist so he could reach a deeper angle.

His strokes started off deep and slow “stop fucking me like an old man.” You complained hating how he barely brushed your clit.

The hockey player scoffed “that mouth is going to get you into trouble baby.” He warned letting his teeth sink into your neck as he was sure to leave a mark.

Those once slow thrusts became quicker somehow not losing any length as the warmth of your pussy made him swear that he was in heaven “shit!” You yelled head hitting the door as your nails dug into his arm.

Your breasts bounced with each thrust and the moans that fell from your lips were each sounds of encouragement for Luca to get you to your high “don’t stop,” you gasped locking your fingers in his hair.

When Luca felt the way your pussy hugged each part of him he truly wondered why he hadn’t done this sooner “keep squeezed my cock like that and I’m gonna come.” His words were meant to be a warning but you took it like a challenge making sure to clench around him as you smirked.

What you didn’t think would happen was that he’d slide out of you pushing your leg to the ground. You furrowed your eyebrows as you looked at him “bad girls get fucked differently to good girls.” Luca mumbled bunching your dress around your torso before he began undoing his tie “you trust me?” He asked being serious for a second.

You nodded as you saw the tie that he was now clutching “only good girls get to see.” Luca’s words sent chills down your spine as he wrapped his tie over your eyes like a blindfold “safe word is red baby.” He kissed your neck as he spun you around letting your hands go flat against the door.

Excitement filled your belly as you felt his cock go over your clit “please Lu,” you begged with your head falling back as his cock went back inside of your pussy.

His hand found it’s now home around your neck “ready to behave?” Luca let his breath fan against the back of your neck. His cock seemed to enjoy the new angle as he continued to hit your g-spot “going to need an answer princess.” The hockey player kissed your temple forcing your head against his shoulder.

Luca got the chance to fuck you like he wanted to. During all of those make out sessions and eating you out all he wanted was for you to come to his cock, not to his fingers, his mouth or even his thigh.

The sounds of grunts and moans mixed with the sounds of skin slapping as it bounced off of the walls of the room and probably would have been heard from the rest of the suite “I’ll be a good girl for you.” You voice was broken as you whimpered “I promise Luca I will.” Your head went forward as your legs began to shake “won’t make you beg princess.” Luca smirked as he gathered all of your hair in his other hand.

You groaned as your senses were heighten now that you had your sight taken away from you “please don’t stop,” you begged surprised that you were still stood up right.

Luca grunted as his grip around your neck tightened “you enjoying this my little slut?” Your jaw went slack as your pussy clenched around his cock at the name.

When you didn’t respond he pulled you closer to him by your hair “when I talk to you, you need to respond.” Luca’s warning was only met with a moan “you’re my little dumb cock slut are you baby?” He cooed groaning at how you felt around him.

All while he felt you clenching your already tight pussy his orgasm was quickly approaching as he almost grew drunk at the feeling of you wrapped around him “‘m your cock hungry girl Lu only yours.” Your legs were now fully shaking as you were held up by his hand squeezed your throat.

Your body twitched as you let out a cry “when you want to come you ask for it!” Luca warned making you only want to come more “please let me come,” you begged wishing that you could see his face.

Luca shook his head “need you to beg for it baby.” If he didn’t think you were so close he would have had his finger against your clit.

You whined hearing that “please Lu,” you gasped trying hug to focus “let me come and I’ll be your good girl I promise.” You were proud that you actually got these words out as your whole body began to shake.

The hockey player let out a low chuckle “let it go baby,” the second he placed a kiss on the shell of your ear you came.

Your body shuddered as your pussy strangled his cock causing his own orgasm to arrive as he fucked you through yours “Lu please,” you cried reaching back to clutch at his chest.

Luca groaned feeling his cock slide out of you “let me see your pretty little face.” His voice was soft as he reached up to pull at his tie causing the fabric to fall to your neck.

It was weird giving you the time to let your eyes adjust to the light as the blood flow went back to your brain “you okay?” Luca asked cupping your cheek as he pecked your lips.

Before you got the chance to respond your phone started buzzing.

Adamo 😜: when you and Luca are done could you like come back down?

Adamo 😜: my mom wants to know where you are

You laughed at the messages turning your phone around for Luca to see the texts “think we could squeeze in round two?” Luca proposed seeing you reach down to grab your panties “shit baby,” he groaned seeing his come drip out of your pussy.

A smile formed on your face as you pulled your panties up “we’ve gotta go Lu,” you sighed shaking your head as you threw his shirt at him.

The sight of your messy hair alone made him smirk “you might want to fix that first.” Luca pointed to your hair as half of your curls had now dropped.

Your eyes went wide as you saw yourself in the mirror of his room “you ruined my makeup you dick!” You groaned seeing how your lipstick was now everywhere but your lips “yeah but you just had the best fuck of your life so it’s worth it.” Luca smiled pinching your chin before he kissed you.

Definitely worth it.

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sunkissed-zegras · 8 months

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☕️… and mr mark estapa

sexy ass mofo, he literally just looks like his d game is AMAZING. morning sex is my fav thing in the world tbh, sets the mood for the whole day LMAO

nsfw under the cut!! read at your own discretion!!!!!

the sunlight from outside shone brightly through your bedroom curtains, as the birds chirped loudly outside. this was your favorite time ─ before all the chaos of the day begins, you found solace in the early morning peace.

mark laid next to you, quietly resting. you always woke up before him, going on your phone and watching some tiktok before the day started. no matter how many people told you how 'toxic' it was to begin your day with social media, you couldn't even force yourself to care.

you turned to your side, charging your phone as you started to scroll on your phone. you felt mark shuffle behind you, and suddenly his arm snaked around you. you smiled softly as he moved his face into the crook of your neck.

"good morning, sleepy head."

mark hummed in response, still half asleep. as you continued scrolling, you felt him pull you closer into his chest and you were hit with something hard right on your backside. you were slightly shocked but slowly relaxed as he kept still.

you smiled softly as he begun moving impossibly closer to you, until your back was directly on his chest. "mark,"

"hmm?" he responded, innocently. you could feel his smirk on your neck as he began slowly moving his crotch right on your backside and you felt yourself become slightly more turned on.

he moved one of his hands on your hips to keep you still as he kept moving his crotch back and forth for some friction. "mark," you repeated, more desperate this time.

"shh, sweetheart." he responded quietly. "i got you, just relax for me, 'kay?"

you nodded as he pushed down your shorts, moving his other hand to slowly start playing with your clit. you were already wet, you didn't even need any more prep. you started rutting your hips towards his hand, desperate for more friction.

"relax sweetheart, shh." he rasped in your ear, starting to kiss your neck and you moaned in response.

"need you, now, mark. please," you whimpered impatiently.

he slowly slid his fingers out, moving away for a few seconds to grab his erect shaft and slowly start to tease your entrance with it. you couldn't help but moan at the feeling, shutting your eyes to ground yourself. he let out a soft groan at the feeling, too, as his face moved closer into your neck.

he put one hand on your hip as the other led his shaft to your pussy, slowly bottoming you out with one push. you felt so whole, so filled up, as you gripped his hand to have some type of grounding as you felt yourself shake.

mark was still for a couple, letting you adjust to the stretch as he gripped your hip tightly. he slowly started pumping in and out of you, quickening his pace as he kept thrusting.

you shut your eyes and kept moaning with every thrust, gripping his hand. "mark!"

he kept he slamming into you, his pace quickly becoming more desperate. the whole bed had become shaking with every thrust and you were sure anybody in the house right now surely could hear the commotion.

you felt him twitch inside you and you felt yourself clench instinctively, moaning at the feeling.

"i'm close, baby," he moaned in your ear and you nodded in response, not trusting yourself to be able to speak any words.

after a few more hard thrusts, you felt yourself climax quickly. you let out a squeal of pleasure and a few more thrusts, mark was there with you.

you both laid there breathlessly, trying to catch your breath. mark moved his head from your neck to grab your chin softly, pulling you for a soft kiss.

MY 100 FOLLOWER CELLY!

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imyourbratzdoll · 6 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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stardustdreams-andcaffeine · 2 years

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The Breaking Point | Logan Howlett

logan howlett x f!reader ✧ oneshot

Summary: The reader and Logan have been bantering since the moment they met, and the other members of the X-Men have had enough of the tension and arguments. They decide to take matters into their own hands and shove the two towards the ultimate breaking point.

A/N: I swear on everything that I love that I started this one shot with every intention for it to be just fluff and yet it STILL gets angsty. At this point, I think I have a chronic condition of liking to write about hurt. Well, it led to this beautiful little gem of a story so I'll allow it. Love you and all and keep up with the dreaming 🤍

Warnings: fluffiest fluff i've written in a while, angst near the end, endless banter

Word Count: 4,850

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Have you ever hated someone so much that when they walk into the room all you want to do is punch them in the nuts?

Yeah, me too. Only problem? No matter how hard I punch him, I could never permanently wound him.

"Could you eat any louder? I'm genuinely curious."

I ignore Logan's rumble of a voice, gritting my teeth to keep from starting a fight in the middle of our team dinner. As we sit in the large dining room of Charles Xavier's mansion and school, I focus intently on the noodles before me and not the annoying wolf-man across the table. The X-Men around us keep talking, Logan and I's arguments a normal occurrence in the Mansion.

"God, you're so annoying," Logan mutters, and I drop my fork, staring at him wide-eyed from across the table.

"I didn't even do anything! How could I possibly be annoying you?" I exclaim, my voice incredulous. He gives me a curt smile and damn it if it doesn't still make my heart turn molten. That last tidbit only makes me more infuriated since I can't even control my body around him.

"I think it's just your presence, sweetheart," Logan responds with a wink.

"My presence?" I laugh, grabbing my fork again and pointing it at the man across from me, "At least I'm not the one with a personality that ranges from grumpy to grumpier."

"I'm only grumpy around you," He quips.

"I mean, do you just enjoy being a giant, walking storm cloud? I bet babies scream when you walk past."

Scott chokes on his food beside me to hide his laugh. Neither Logan nor I seem to notice that the table's gone somewhat silent to revel in our showdown.

"No, but I make women scream all the time."

It's Rogue's turn to let out a surprised cough. Despite myself, I find my cheeks heating. I'm glad for being in the midst of an argument, though, so the flushing of my cheeks gives away nothing.

"In terror? I'm sure," I coolly respond, stabbing a piece of chicken to keep from stabbing the Wolverine. Logan sits back in his chair, a smug, heart-twisting smirk on his face.

"Whatever you tell yourself, Y/N." He nods his head towards me, those damn hazel eyes burning into my soul without even trying, "We both know you dream of me every night."

"Oh I do," I concede, painting a look of desperation on my face that makes his brows furrow, "Every night I dream of how I could kill you,"

Logan rolls his eyes, but I see his jaw clenching nonetheless and smirk, knowing I've gotten under his skin.

"Even if I could die, you couldn't kill me if you tried, sweetheart."

I nod my head in acknowledgment, but then reach out with my powers to his food and with a single thought, I order the atoms to rearrange from his dinner and into a fat, squirming toad. He lets out a small noise of surprise and shoves back from the table as the toad hops down and skitters away.

"No, but maybe I'll turn you into a toad like your stir-fry, sweetheart." I look off in the distance, plastering on my best thinking face, "Do you think you'd still have claws? That'd be-"

"That's it," He growls, shoving away from the table and letting his claws rip out. This sends our team from amused observation to panicked mediation. I shove myself up to, holding my arms out.

"What are you gonna do, wolf boy? Come on, try!" I taunt. Chairs are screeching all along the table as our friends shoot to their feet, voices crying out to placate us.

"Calm down you two!"

"What are you, children?"

"Not again! We can't afford to keep buying new dinner tables!"

Logan jumps deftly onto the table, stalking across it and knocking over food as he does until he jumps back down on my side, getting into my face. I stand my ground, bringing him nose-to-nose with me as I glare up at him. The air is charged with tension between us, waiting to snap. My fogged brain doesn't if I want to punch him or...

I shake away the other thought, trying to forget about it.

"Oh I'll show you what I'll do," Logan whispers, the rasp in his voice running down my spine and knocking my heart from rhythm.

"That is enough!" Charles shouts, and the room goes silent immediately. Logan clenches his jaw and looks over to Charles as I do the same. The professor sighs, hanging his head and massaging his temple as if he's developed a massive headache.

"Good Lord, if only you two could hear what was whizzing between your minds. That was so confusing." Professor Xavier huffs out a sigh before wheeling over in front of us.

"Y/N, go find the toad you turned Logan's dinner into and please refrain from turning him into one as well," Charles orders. Logan snickers, probably about to egg on to his statement before Charles turns his head sharply towards him.

"Logan, please refrain from aggravating Miss Y/L/N. I much prefer you as a man, not an amphibian. Although you would be quieter," He adds on, making me snort. I send Logan a pointed look, which he just rolls his eyes to and looks back to Charles.

"You two need to learn to at the very least tolerate each other," the Professor commands, shaking his head incredulously, "You work so well together on missions and you'd be such great...friends if you would just set down this petty feud. Now go to bed both of you, think about ways you can be more civil."

He turns and wheels away, leaving Logan and I standing tensely beside each other and feeling like scolded children. With a shake of my head, I turn and make my way towards my room which just so happens to be right across from Logan's. He trails me, his silent presence overbearing on my mind and heart.

"You ever seen the Professor that flustered?" I ask, desperate to break the charged air between us. Logan lets out a short laugh from beside me.

"I thought his head was gonna explode."

I smile, casting a glance over at the Wolverine, "You'll make him go crazy."

We stop in front of our doors and Logan turns to look down at me, cocking an eyebrow amusedly, "Me? Sweetheart, you're just as bad as I am."

Something about the way he looks at me makes my heart trip. Maybe it's the proximity I don't think either of us realizes, or maybe it's the smirk that drives me crazy, but I take a subtle step back before I do something I'll regret.

"Careful, Howlett. I'll still turn you into a toad," I warn. His smirk turns into that damn half-smile that makes my stomach wild with butterflies.

"Don't let the Professor hear you say that, Y/N. You won't be his favorite anymore,"

I laugh, walking back towards my door, "I think you've been his favorite since the moment you crashed through our doors."

Logan lifts an eyebrow at me, "Is that why you hate me?"

I freeze, a weird, strangling sensation settling into my chest. Does he...does he really think that I hate him?

"Logan," I start, my eyes growing serious in a way that makes the teasing smirk drop from his face, "Logan, do you think I hate you?"

He clenches his jaw, turning more serious than I've ever seen him be. In the hazel of his eyes, I see horrors of the decades he's lived on this Earth flash through his gaze. It makes my heart drop to the floor, and I almost walk over and pull him into a hug.

"It's better if you do." He almost whispers, and then turns and walks into his room, shutting the door behind him.

I stand frozen for a moment in the hallway, trying to work through what he just said. Shaking my head with a sigh, I turn and enter my own room. That night, as I get ready for bed, I can't get my mind off of the Wolverine.

Something stirs in my chest, because the Professor isn't wrong about what he said earlier. From the first moment Logan and I met, we fit together so well that it terrified me. Not to mention that he was breathtakingly attractive in a rugged sort of way that made my inhibitions turn to mush. My attraction stayed for a grand total of ten minutes when he began to argue and pick on me like a seventh grade boy.

I tell everyone that I hate him, that I can't stand him. And I can't, that's true. The whole truth, though? The whole truth is that he only annoys me because I have no control over my body, thoughts, and feelings when I'm around him. I've always managed to keep romance to a one-night-stand sort of level, but every time I banter with Logan something in me craves his easy nature and the way he takes no shit. I need his banter like I need the air I breathe, because without it I feel like I'll get lost in the mundane of my routine. Logan makes me feel...alive in ways that I can't explain. And, as much as he'd never admit it, he's got the softest, kindest heart out of anyone I know.

And sometimes...sometimes I feel like he argues with me to keep me at a distance.

My proof? Every time we have a rare civil conversation like the one we just had, he shuts down for a few days with me. He avoids me, and then when he can't anymore, his usually petty and teasing insults turn grumpier than usual and more charged. It's almost like every time we naturally gravitate closer, Logan shoves us apart.

The only question is why?

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Later That Week

"Hey Y/N, I need your help."

I turn my gaze from the papers I'm grading from the science class I teach at the school to Jean who's just walked into my classroom. A smile blooms on my face and I stand from my chair, leaning against my desk as she walks over to me.

"Yeah, anything. What's up?"

"It's Scott and I's anniversary tomorrow night and the Professor just booked me for a mission. Do you think you could cover it for me? I know it's so last minute but Scott and I have had this night planned for weeks," Jean explains.

"Yeah, of course! You need a break as it is," I inform, smiling wryly at my friend, "Go have fun with Scotty. I've got it covered."

A relieved, ecstatic smile explodes onto her face and she rushes forward, pulling me into a hug, "Thank you, thank you, thank you! You're the actual best!"

I laugh, hugging her back before moving back towards my desk chair to continue grading.

"Anytime. Just send over the details tonight," I reply. She nods, affirming she'll do so before thanking me again and breezing out of the room to probably go tell Scott the good news.

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The Next Night

I hum to myself as I collect the supplies I'll need for the mission tonight. My hands are busy as I traipse through the supply room in the basement of the Mansion, grabbing various weapons and medical supplies and stashing them in the duffle bag I've got planted on the table in the center of the room.

Storm is set to be on the mission with me, and told me that she'd be getting the jet ready while I grabbed the supplies. So, once the duffle is packed, I sling it over my shoulders and make my way over the hanger. Just as she said, the jet sits humming and ready, the coordinated no doubt already punched in. The back hatch rests open, beckoning me in. As I walk up the ramp and into the belly of the jet, my eyes search for Ororo.

"Storm?" I call out, my brows furrowed as I search the cockpit. When I don't see her, I shrug. She must be grabbing something.

In the mean time, I stash the duffle into an overhead compartment. Just as I step back from doing so, an air-capturing presence enters the jet.

"You've got to be shitting me."

My heart hits the actual floor and I drop my head.

"This isn't happening," I mutter to myself before turning to see Logan standing in the entrance of the jet.

Like I predicted, he hasn't talked to me since the dinner incident. He'd barely stay in the same room as me, so seeing him sends an unwelcome bolt of joy through my soul. My stupid, traitorous heart flips in my chest at the sight of him.

"What are you doing here?" I ask.

"I could ask you the same thing," He grits out, setting down a duffle that matches the one I made, "I'm covering for Jean."

Everything suddenly snaps into focus. I blow out a breath, shaking my head.

"That little traitor," I grumble, before looking at a confused and aggravated Logan, "I'm covering for Jean too."

The realization hits him at the same time and he shakes his head. He turns to exit the open hatch of the jet, eager to get as far away from me as fast as possible.

I'd be lying if I said it didn't make a sudden shot of hurt explode in my chest.

"Fuck this," Logan mutters, but before he can leave, the door to the jet shuts. He stumbles back, a confused look overtaking his features.

"What the-"

That's when the engine revs to life.

I jog over to the empty cockpit to see the controls lighting up and the auto-pilot system taking over. Before either of us can do anything, since neither of us know how to fly, the jet is pulling out of the hanger and lifting into the sky to God knows where. I step back, shaking my head and looking over to where Logan has stepped up beside me. We share a knowing look.

"Storm." We say in sync. As if on cue, a voice radios in from the controls.

"Come in lovebirds, do you copy?" Storms amused voice announces. I grit my jaw and lean forward to respond.

"Storm, take us down or I swear-"

"No can do, you two need some bonding time." That was another voice, the Professor's voice. Shock crashes over me.

"Professor, you too?" Logan sputters.

"You two will learn to behave at the very least. Hopefully being stuck together will help the team spirit." He responds.

"Stuck together?" I question, my brows furrowing in confusion, "But the mission said that-"

"Oh there's no mission. The jet's set to fly a round trip for the night." Jean pipes in.

"Like hell it is! Bring us down right now!" Logan growls out, and I almost laugh at the bit of fear in his eyes. He's always been uncomfortable flying and I've always made fun of him for it. It's at least of some consolation to know this is how we're stuck together.

"I'm sorry, you're breaking up. What was that?" Storm asks, amusement lacing her tone.

"Ororo-" I start.

"I can't...must be...signal's going..."

Anyone could tell she's faking it.

"When I get back, you're all spending the weekend as cockroaches!" I call out.

"Have fun!" Jean and Storm call back before the line cuts out.

Logan begins muttering to himself before settling down in the pilot's chair and fiddling with random buttons. My eyes widen suddenly and I lurch forward, grabbing his arm.

"What the hell are you doing? Trying to get us killed? Neither of us know how to work this thing!" I object. He shakes off my touch and stands, towering over me and making me stumble back a few steps. He matches me for every one until I finally find my ground.

"There's no way in hell I'm staying trapped up here with you," Logan spits, and yet again my stupid heart flinches at the low blow.

I must flinch slightly in reaction as well, because some of the anger drains from Logan's face, being replaced with something I can't quite place. He sighs, cursing himself before taking a step closer to me.

"Y/N, I didn't mean it like-"

"No, it's fine." I cut him off, giving him a curt smile and cursing myself for not being able to hide the hurt. I take a few steps back and turn, walking into the belly of the jet, "Let's just get through this night."

I can practically feel Logan's unspoken words hanging in the air before I hear him sigh and mumble something to himself. I drop down into one of the chairs in the back, propping my feet up on the empty chair next to me and letting my eyes slip closed. I so desperately want to be able to sleep the night away to avoid any more interactions with Logan that can break my heart open and reveal the feelings I've denied for months. As I sit with my eyes shut, though, time passes and I can't seem to find sleep.

Maybe it has something to do with the domineering presence in the chair across from mine.

I can feel his gaze burning into me without even opening my eyes, can feel the way he wants to break the tense silence that settles over the cabin of the jet. The air is so thickly charged that I think for a moment that one spark could set the jet on fire. When I finally have had so much of the silence that I can barely take it anymore, I let out a sigh.

"Why do you do that?" I ask, my eyes still shut. The silence turns still.

"Do what?" He grumbles back. I drop my feet from the seat and open my eyes, turning forward so we face each other in the cabin.

"Every time I start to think we can be friends, you shut down. You ignore me and whenever you do talk to me you're as cold as ice with a temper that could make Hell freeze over." I don't hold back, so fed up with the same cyclic behavior from the last few years of knowing Logan.

"Y/N," Logan starts, then goes silent for a long while. Finally, his almost...tortured gaze meets mine, "We can't be friends. We'll never be friends."

I thought what he'd said before hurt, but that was a scrape compared to the knife he just shoved in my heart and twisted. I clench my jaw to keep from visibly recoiling again at the blow.

It's getting too much. It's all getting too much. The tension, the attraction, the long silences and bursts of charisma that make me want to crawl into his arms and stay forever. I can't take how off and on he is with me, I just can't. Not when I'm beginning to realize that I want him so desperately and not just physically or not just when he's in a good mood. I want every part of him because he makes me feel like I'm someone, because I feel like I was asleep until I met him. And to see the way he can so blatantly disregard me and shut down with me and say that...say that we can't even be friends?

It's too much. I can't take it.

My emotions bubble over and I make a small, tortured sound before shoving to my feet and storming to the back of the jet. I make sure to keep my back firmly to him to hide the angry and heartbroken tears that begin to well up from his keen eyes, but there's no mistaking my sharp intake of breath and shuddering shoulders.

"Y/N," his voice is like a poisonous honey, killing me slowly and soothing my very soul as it breaks me, "Y/N, just talk to me."

I let out a humorless laugh and whirl around to see him on his feet and walking over. When he sees the tears in my eyes and my emotions painted clearly, I know I can't hide from him. He freezes in his step, his hazel eyes like burning fires and every muscle in his body tensed as if he were holding them taut to keep him from doing something.

"No, don't-" I cut myself off in time to shove down the sob that wants to shudder through me, "You have no right. You have no right to keep pulling me in and-and shoving me away. I can't take it anymore, I can't"

The tension has finally reached its snapping point and I'm breaking first, I don't even care anymore. His face is impossible to read and it burns because I can't exactly storm away from him when we're tens of thousands of feet in the sky.

"Sweetheart, listen I-"

That's my breaking point.

"No, don't you dare 'sweetheart' me," I grit out, not even bothering to stop the burning hot tears that race down my cheeks, "God, you don't even get it, do you?"

Logan's face is one of pure shock and pain—pain for what, I can't place. What I can see is the way his large hands keep flexing and unflexing, almost as if he's using every muscle to keep from walking up to me. His jaw is clenched so tight that I'm surprised his teeth don't crack. I dig my hands into my hair and groan in frustration before dropping them back down to my sides. I don't even give him a chance to respond.

"Every time you mess with me, every time you speak to me, every time you're even near me, Logan you are pushing me further and further down a very steep cliff and I can't stop it, I have tried." I take a gasping breath, not even caring that I'm baring every feeling to him that I haven't even processed with myself yet, "And you keep ignoring me and saying we can't be friends and then the next thing I know you're messing with me again and-"

"I'm not trying to hurt you, sweet-" He stops himself briefly, changing the word he was going to use, "Y/N. You just have to understand-"

"You are breaking me, Logan!" I shout, my vision blurring from the unbridled tears, "I am falling in love with you and you are breaking me!"

He goes as silent as death before me, everything within him going still. I don't seem to notice, and even if I did, I wouldn't care. I'm halfway past shattering and I can barely control myself. Years of pent up emotion is spilling out, and damn it I'm going turn all of my friends back at the Mansion into worms.

"What did you just say?" His voice is no more than a whisper, but I'm not listening.

"Let me hate you," I beg, my voice beseeching for mercy and my fists itching to slam into his stupid, perfect face, "Please, why can't I hate you?"

That's when Logan breaks.

"Fuck it all," he suddenly growls, making my breath hiccup and my gaze snap up to him. My stomach flips sharply when I see him storming up to me so suddenly that I can't even back up.

"Logan, what-"

"Shut up." He orders, and he reaches me in seconds.

The moment he does, one of his hands cups my face and the other snakes around my waist, tugging me so close to him that I can feel every ridge and curve of his muscles. I barely have time to breathe when he tilts my head up with his hand and crashes his lips to mine.

Instantly I'm on fire.

I can't stop the small moan that leaves my lips, swallowed by his as he kisses me so desperately and passionately that my knees would buckle if it weren't for his iron grip on my waist. He bites my bottom lip softly and uses the gasp I let out to deepen the kiss. Every fiber of me is trembling and my body is on fire. Everywhere he touches me is pure desire and lightning and passion and I can barely catch my breath. He must feel the same because he reluctantly pulls away, leaving us both panting in the silence.

My lips are swollen and my body shaking, leaving me holding on to Logan desperately to ground myself to this instant, to convince myself that was real. The charge is too strong, and like opposite ends of a magnet our lips end up together again. This time, he pulls back just enough so our lips are still touching.

"I'm so sorry," He breathes against my lips, sealing the apology with a quick kiss, "I'm so sorry."

I pull away, capturing his face in my hands and staring at him with furrowed, confused brows. My unspoken desire for an explanation is clearly picked up, and he shakes his head, moving both of his hands to my waist. Where his hands hold me burns in the best way, in a way that makes me never want to pull away.

"Everyone I have ever cared for, everyone I have ever let myself love, has been taken from me," Logan whispers brokenly, and I stop breathing. I don't dare to believe what his words spell out so clearly, but instead let him keep talking as if to prove me wrong.

He doesn't.

"That's why I kept shoving you away, that's why we could never be friends. Because if we were, I could never live with just being friends with you"

"Logan, what are you saying?" I whisper, my eyes wide and my heart racing so fast that I actually fear it might give out on me. His nose nudges mine before he pulls back, letting his eyes burn into mine so I can see the truth in them, the meaning and the sincerity.

"Y/N, I have been in love with you since the moment I met you."

This time, my knees do buckle briefly. Thankfully, his arms around my waist hold me until I manage to hold my own weight again.

"You-you love me?"

A sweet smile that I want to take a picture of and hold close forever spreads onto his lips.

"Always."

I pull him down so our lips meet again, and for the first time in months my soul is at peace. What's been devouring me slowly finally stops as everything makes perfect sense. When I pull away, I lean my forehead against his.

"You're not gonna lose me." I vow, then pull back to raise an eyebrow at him, "But if you ever shove me away out of fear of losing me again, I will turn you into a cat and keep you as the kids' class pet."

A genuine, heart-healing laugh erupts from him, lighting up Logan's face in a way that makes me fall in love all over again. We just stay like that for a moment, his arms around my waist and mine back around his neck, our bodies molded together and our breath mingling.

"You think they're watching a live feed of this right now?" I ask, not pulling away an inch.

The radio crackles back to life and Storm's voice fills the jet, "That would be an affirmative, love birds. Mission Wedding Bells is a success."

We both chuckle, and Logan turns his head towards the direction of the cockpit, where the camera probably is. With all the gentlemanliness he can muster, he unsheathes only his middle claw, flipping the entire team out. I laugh dropping my head onto his chest.

He cups my face and turns it up to face him, cocking an eyebrow at me, "What?"

It only makes me laugh harder and his body rumbles with laughter against mine, "Come here, sweetheart."

He slings an arm across my shoulders and walks me back to the cockpit. As we do, I think of that first moment we met. An amused smile tugs at my lips and I shake my head slightly.

"What are you smiling about?" Logan asks. I look up at him, amusement dancing among my features.

"When you saw me turn that creep paparazzi in the front lawn into a pigeon, that's when you fell in love with me?"

He chuckles, kissing my cheek and making me wonder if this is what bliss is.

"I took one look at you scolding him and then tending to the kids like a mother and knew I was in trouble."

I laugh, leaning into his side, "You realize we have to let the Professor tell us 'I told you so', right?"

"Over my dead body," Logan stiffens, his words final. I snort.

"Good thing you can't die."

And for the first time since I met Logan, my traitorous, knowing heart was settled.

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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.

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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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hsllfirescoops · 3 months

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Something Stupid

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𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍, 𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗍/𝗇𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍, 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄

𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: 𝗅𝗈𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗐𝗅𝖾𝗋 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒: 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖥𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝖲𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗋𝖺 𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗀 “𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇’ 𝖲𝗍𝗎𝗉𝗂𝖽”

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𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘨𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘭 𝘣𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶

It was late, and all the students were either in bed or studying. Wandering to the kitchen, you see Logan already nursing a beer. You couldn’t help but chuckle at him always sneaking alcohol into the school. Despite Charles always finding them and throwing them away.

Shuffling to Logan, you gently wrap your arms around him, laying your head on his shoulder. “How were your classes today?" Your voice muffled pressing light kisses.

“They were fine, same shit different day” he grumbled, taking another swig. He seemed tensed—well more tense than usual. You gently massage his shoulders, gliding your hands with your power. Relieving any sore muscles from training. You can see him relaxing, which always makes you feel better about your powers.

"Bub, you just know how to make me feel good” he smiled. Oh how you love to make him smile. To ease his pain, may it be to project something else during his nightmares or take out simple knots in his back. You would do anything to make him feel better.

“All for you Logan, I love you” you breathed out, hardly containing a smile. You couldn’t help it. Logan brings you so much joy and what better way to express it?

You walk to the other side of the island, what feels like an eternity. Glancing at Logan waiting for him to do anything. It didn’t even look like he was breathing, the beer bottle in hand long forgotten.

"Logan, please say something” hell pleading for some sort of relief from the pain brewing inside.

"Kid, I think we should stop seeing each other,” he mumbled. His fist clenched, “This shouldn’t have gone on as it has.”

Tears threatening to fall, you couldn’t help but scoff. “Are you serious right now?”

“Yes, I'm serious! I told you in the beginning and you ignored it! I’ve lost too many people, you knew I didn’t want anything serious!” He shouted.

“I thought things changed, I thought we could move past this! You won’t lose me,” you choked back a sob. You could feel your power slipping, trying to breathe struggling to catch your breath.

“You don’t know anything,” he grumbled, “you’re just a naive kid. What we had was just benefits. But you kept pushing to be more and I can’t!” He knew what to say, to push you, to get rid of you.

“Fuck you Logan, hope you enjoy finally being alone. Because no one is going to be there for you like I was.”

You pushed past Logan, the air feeling tight.

Once out of sight, you teleport to who knows where. Sitting in an empty field you let go. The pain erupts out of you. You can’t grasp what’s happening around you, all you see is blue. The only thing, the constant thing that is plaguing your mind is Logan.

As Logan grabs another beer, he hears a faint whisper in his head. “Goodbye Logan.”

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So this was the absolute first thing I've ever written and posted. I don't know how to feel about it. I've just kinda had this idea and it's been nagging at me for weeks.

I have written since middle school, so I'm extremely behind on what feels like everything. I'm also terrible at being descriptive. But I hope it was at least enjoyable!

thank you for taking the time to read this! <3

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shangrila11 · 10 months

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Unintentional Date // Kurt Wagner/Nightcrawler(Wolverine and the X-Men) x Mutant! reader

(Y/N) made their way to the Danger room, amped up and ready for some training. As a mutant superhero, it was important to keep oneself in tip-top condition in preparation for whatever that might come their way. Besides, it could be fun and satisfying to push oneself to their limits.

'Bamf!"

In a puff of smoke, Kurt was right beside you, grinning.

"Going to train, (Y/N)?"

"You surprised me, Kurt!" (Y/N) laughed, playfully nudging him. They confirmed that his guess was correct and invited him to train with them which he readily agreed to. Together, the two of them headed to the Danger Room, laughing and chatting as they did so.

Unbeknownst to the two of mutants, Kitty was watching their interactions. Excitedly, she remarked to Bobby how cute the two of them looked together. Bobby (who was busy admiring Kitty) snapped out of his thoughts before stammering his agreement. Kitty quirked an eyebrow but decided to not question Bobby's nerves. A sly grin made its way to her lip as she hatched a plan on how to bring her two friends closer. She told her idea to Bobby whose expression mirrored the female's. Oh, this was going to be so much fun.

xxx xxx

(Y/N) frowned as they looked their phone. Earlier, Bobby had invited them for a games night but he hadn't shown up yet. And so here they were at the games room waiting for their friend.

"(Y/N)? What are you doing here?"

Kurt entered the room, looking surprised to see them. (Y/N) was just as shocked as he was.

"I could ask the same the thing," they replied. Kurt explained the circumstances that led to him being there. Apparently, they were same as (Y/N)'s, except that it was Kitty that had invited him.

"Those two," (Y/N) sighed, shaking their head. But they had a smile on their face. They looked at Kurt, their smile turning a little bashful. "So what say we make use of the time they have given us?"

"I don't see why not," Kurt returned their smile.

"Cool," (Y/N)'s smile widened. "I'll go grab some snacks and drinks. Want any?"

"Yes, please. Thank you."

"Alright. I'll be sure to get your favourites."

With a grin, (Y/N) left the room. They soon came back with the snacks and drinks. Kurt helpfully took some of the snacks from (Y/N)'s hands and placed them on the table. The (H/C)-haired mutant thanked Kurt as they placed the rest of the snacks on the table. Kurt responded with a smile and a 'You're welcome".

"So fancy playing darts?" Kurt asked, gesturing to the dart boards.

"Yes. Best of 3? Loser has to do what the winner asks of them," (Y/N) grinned.

"Alright. But know that I won't go easy on you," Kurt smirked. (Y/N) smirked back.

"That's what I would like to hear."

And so. the two of them began their little competition, stopping every once a while to munch on the snacks and to drink. It was an enjoyable and close match but Kurt won in the end.

"Congrats," (Y/N) smiled warmly. "So as promised, you get to ask me to do something." Their heart raced as they looked at their friend and crush. They trust that Kurt wouldn't ask them to do anything they were not comfortable with but they couldn't help feeling nervous. Kurt frowned thoughtfully before answering, "How about... making the two of us official?" He gently grabbed their hand.

"You are an amazing person, (Y/N). You are brave, kind and I enjoy being with you so it will make me the happiest guy in the world if you were to become my partner."

Now it was Kurt's turn to wait for their response nervously. Fortunately, he didn't need to wait long. Their cheeks tinted pink, (Y/N) nodded and smiled.

"Yes, I would love to be your partner."

Kurt blinked a couple of times, (Y/N)'s words not sinking in yet. But once they did, a broad smile lit up his features and he enveloped his significant other in a hug.

"May I?" Kurt asked, looking at (Y/N)'s lips. Beaming, (Y/N) nodded. Kurt leaned in and pressed his lips against theirs. The kiss was slow, cautious at first but it gradually become passionate as they went deeper into the kiss. The two of them eventually broke away from the kiss, out of breath but with smiles on their faces.

Looks like the two of them would have to thank Kitty and Bobbie later. And 'return the favour'.

#x reader #fluff #oneshot #kurt wagner #wolverine and the x men #kitty pryde #nightcrawler #nightcrawler x reader #romance #nightcrawler x men #robert drake #kurt wagner x reader

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monsieuroverlord · 2 months

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X-Men- related Blood Hunt Issues!

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X-Men: Blood Hunt -- Psylocke

written by Steve Foxe, art by Lynne Yoshii, cover by Stephen Segovia

"Ninja vs. vampires! After serving on the frontlines in the war against Orchis, Kwannon is enjoying some much-deserved downtime with her new lover Greycrow. But when darkness falls across Japan, Psylocke will wield her psionic blade against blood-sucking creatures of legend and faces a foe unlike any she’s ever seen. An all-new villain emerges in the mayhem of BLOOD HUNT!"

X-Men: Blood Hunt -- Magik

written by Ashley Allen, art by Jesus Hervas, cover by Rod Reis

"Magik raises hell! Illyana Rasputina has returned to her homeland to search her soul and steel it for what comes next. But how will she protect her first home when a vampire army descends on Russia, seeking to turn it into a living hell? She may have been forged in the fires of Limbo, but has it prepared her for the Blood Hunt?"

X-Men: Blood Hunt -- Jubilee

written by Preeti Chhibber, art by Enid Balam, cover by Erica D'urso

"Fangs and fireworks! Running from the past is one race you'll never win—and as darkness suffuses the world, Jubilee’s past as a vampire is back to take a big bite out of her! It's gonna take more than a couple plasma bursts to get out of this one, Jubilation..."

X-Men: Blood Hunt -- Laura Kinney the Wolverine

written by Stephanie Phillips, art by Robert Gill, cover by Bjorn Barends

"Laura's bloodiest rescue mission yet! The vampires will stop at nothing in their bid for supremacy, including capturing mutants for hellacious experiments to boost their own power. But not on Laura Kinney’s watch! The Wolverine slices a swath through the vamps, but when she encounters the truth behind their machinations, will an unlikely ally prove to be more than she bargained for?"

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eth-edwards-73 · 10 months

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Break up, make up pt 2

luke hughes x reader warnings: none i think?

It had been at least six months since Luke last saw and heard of Y/N, he knew she was doing well because of the other guys on the hockey team but any attempt at reaching out to her himself was to no avail, she ignored every single try. The first months had been rough on her but she was slowly getting better and healthier again. After two months of skipping every game the hockey team had she started going again.

Today was also one of those days that she’d go, unbeknownst to her and the hockey team Luke decided to drop by to watch one of the games since he got injured and couldn’t play. He didn’t know that she started going to games again because no one told him and she blocked him on everything. So it came as a big shock when he saw her standing in the crowd waiting for the game to begin.

He was taken aback mostly because she looked even prettier than before, she had this glow around her and he could feel himself fall in love all over again. Y/N felt like her legs had been kicked from under her when she spotted the tall boy looking at her, anger flooded into her body though because she assumed the boys knew and just didn’t tell her. This was not the case which was confirmed by Ethan as she stormed into their locker room after confirming everyone was decent.

She made sure to stay as far away from the boy as possible, the game went by smoothly, the wolverines won and she was very happy for them. Normally she’d celebrate with them but the chance Luke was there was big so she told Ethan who she’d grown close with over the last six months she wouldn’t come but he begged her to come because it was important for him.

She sighed as she stood in front of the frat house, Ethan and Mark had let her pick out their outfits so they were all matching. The two boys wore black baggy jeans with a neon pink oversized t-shirt while she wore her neon pink dress that hugged her body perfectly. Mark met her there and took her under his arms pulling her towards the kitchen where Ethan and Luca were. Some sort of cocktail was immediately pushed into her hands by the younger boy as they laughed together about stuff while chugging all sorts of drinks out of cups.

The four were definitely tipsy when they joined the others, watching Nolan play beer pong with some other guys, Ethan’s arm was loosely hung around her waist, Mark’s arm still around her shoulders as they cheered Nolan on. It bugged Luke to see her so close to the two boys but he knew he couldn’t feel that way after all he had broken up with her.

He snapped when Mark leaned down and whispered something in her ear, which in return made her slap him on the chest and turn red while laughing. Luke walked away from Dylan mid conversation making his way towards the three other sophomores, Dylan was a little bewildered but saw who he was heading for and winced knowing it probably wouldn’t end well.

The tall boy grabbed onto her arm pulling her away from the two boys in neon pink shirts, she looked enraged while Ethan and Mark just stood there confused as Luke pulled her outside.

“What do you want Luke, I made it clear I didn't want to talk to you.” She sneered as she finally managed to pull her arms out of his grasp.

“Please Y/N, i just- i’m sorry.” He told her while running his hand through his curls: “I- i don’t know how to express how sorry i am please just, i just i don’t know.” He looked like he was close to crying and although she didn’t let it show it moved something in her.

“You wanted something new Luke, you can’t come back now that that didn’t work out for you.” She told him, her voice cold and laced with underlying anger making him flinch and shrink in his spot.

“I- that wasn’t the real reason, i didn’t want to overwhelm you with everything that would come with me playing in the nhl.” He confessed his eyes trained on the ground.

“That doesn’t fix things Luke, besides I promised you I'd always stay with you no matter what, even if that meant I'd be pulled into all the hate that would come with you playing in the nhl and getting more fame.” She borderline yelled at him, astounded by the way he was thinking. He sniffled as tears started falling although he desperately tried to wipe them away so that Y/N wouldn’t see them, with the movements of his arms his sweatshirt moved bringing the pearl necklace he was wearing into her sight. Her eyes widened as she took in what was hanging around his neck, memories flooding into her mind.

“Please Luke,” She whined, pulling onto his sleeve giving him puppy eyes to try and convince him: “if you also buy one we can be matching.” He hadn’t given in and just bought her a pearl necklace, she had complained about it for weeks on end.

A content smirk was planted onto her face as she secured the pearl necklace around his neck. Because he hadn’t bought one for himself she had come up with the proposition that he’d wear the necklace when they weren’t together, making him pinky promise that he’d always do that.

“I swear on my life and my mom’s that I will always wear the necklace when we aren’t together.” He had told her while holding out his pinky seeing her face light up at his pinky. Luke knew how much pinky promises meant to the girl so he decided this was the best way to promise it to her. It warmed his heart to see her so happy.

Her mouth hung open slightly, tears brimming in her eyes threatening to fall as she stared at the piece of jewelry. He had yet to notice what she was looking at and just stared at her as her bottom lip quivered slightly.

“You kept your promise.” She muttered, a tear rolling down her face. He understood what she was talking about and nodded, he couldn’t get himself to break it even when his teammates teased him about it. It wasn't necessarily the pearls they teased him about just the heart pendant, but even with all the teasing and mocking it came with he didn’t care, it was one of the few things he still had of her and he wasn’t going to throw that away.

She flew into his arms and sobbed into his shirt as he wrapped his arms around her tightly afraid she’d disappear when he let her go and they stood there for a few minutes just holding onto each other.

“I want to try again.” It was barely audible but Luke heard and he lit up entirely, a smile breaking onto his face as he pulled away to look Y/N in her face.

“Really?” He questioned just to be sure he wasn’t dreaming, she nodded and he put his bands at the sides of her face before crashing his lips into hers. She quickly melted into the kiss, it felt like heaven for the both of them to finally be able to kiss again but after a while they both pulled away and stared at each other with big smiles on their faces dreaming about what the future may hold for them.

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i really enjoyed writing this one i'm glad that you guys wanted me to make a second part :)

#umich boys #umich wolverines #umich hockey #luke hughes #luke hughes x reader #luke #nj devils #ethan edwards #mark estapa #hockey #nhl #nhl hockey #oneshot

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imaginesforfandom · 3 months

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A Wolverine's Heartache - Part I

Part II Part III

Requested by Anon!!!

Logan Howlett x fem!Reader

She/Her pronouns used

Summary: On two separate occasions, both Y/N and Logan find jealousy within their friendship.

Y/N couldn't shake the feeling of unease that crept up whenever she saw Logan and Jean together. Jean Grey, with her fiery red hair and telepathic abilities, had a magnetic presence that drew people in – including Logan. Y/N had always considered Logan a close friend, but the way he and Jean interacted left her grappling with an unfamiliar emotion: jealousy.

One day, the three of them found themselves in the mansion's kitchen, preparing a meal together. As they chopped vegetables and exchanged banter, Y/N couldn't help but notice the way Logan's eyes lingered on Jean. The easy camaraderie between them felt like a barrier, and Y/N struggled to find her place in their dynamic.

"What do you think, Y/N?" Jean asked, breaking into Y/N's thoughts.

"Huh? Oh, yeah, sounds good," Y/N replied, forcing a smile. She busied herself with the task at hand, trying to push away the irrational feeling of jealousy that clawed at her insides.

Logan noticed her distant expression and furrowed his brow. "Somethin' on your mind, kid?"

Y/N hesitated, then decided to be honest. "It's just… I sometimes feel like I'm the third wheel when you two are together."

Logan glanced at Jean, then back at Y/N, a hint of realization in his eyes. "We're just friends, Y/N. You know that, right?"

Y/N nodded, but the knot of jealousy persisted. It wasn't about doubting their friendship; it was about grappling with a longing she couldn't quite put into words. As days passed, the tension lingered, and Y/N found herself withdrawing, avoiding situations where she might witness Logan and Jean's closeness.

One evening, Y/N sat alone in the garden, contemplating her feelings. Storm, sensing her distress, approached and took a seat beside her. "You seem troubled, Y/N. Care to share?"

Y/N sighed, looking up at the stars. "I don't know, Storm. It's just… Logan and Jean, they have this connection. I can't help feeling like I'm on the outside."

Storm placed a comforting hand on Y/N's shoulder. "Sometimes, we create our own barriers. Have you talked to Logan about how you feel?"

Y/N shook her head. "I don't want to cause any problems. They're happy together, and I'm just the friend."

Storm smiled gently. "Communication is the key. You may be surprised at what you find."

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Logan clenched his jaw as he watched Y/N and Hank engage in a lively conversation across the lab. The two shared a camaraderie that went beyond mere friendship, and it left a bitter taste in Logan's mouth. He had never been one to easily admit his feelings, especially when it came to matters of the heart, but the sight of Y/N and Hank together stirred a deep-seated jealousy within him.

It wasn't that Logan doubted Y/N's friendship or loyalty. Hank was a brilliant scientist, and they often found common ground in their discussions about mutations and experiments. Yet, there was an intimacy in the way Y/N laughed at Hank's jokes and the ease with which they collaborated on various projects that struck a nerve with Logan.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the Xavier Institute, Logan found himself nursing a drink at the mansion's makeshift bar. Y/N and Hank were engrossed in a lively debate in the corner, their laughter rising above the low hum of conversations.

Storm, sensing Logan's unease, joined him at the bar. "Something on your mind, Logan?" she asked, her keen eyes noting the tension in his posture.

Logan grunted, taking a swig of his drink. "Just ain't sittin' right with me, that's all."

Storm followed his gaze to where Y/N and Hank were still deep in conversation. "Y/N values her connections with all of us. Hank is a friend, nothing more."

Logan's gaze hardened, his knuckles white around the glass. "I know that, Storm. It's just…damn it, I can't help feelin' like I'm playin' second fiddle to that furball."

Storm raised an eyebrow, her expression softening. "Jealousy, Logan?"

He scoffed, avoiding eye contact. "Ain't my style."

But Storm saw through the facade. "Maybe it's time to talk to Y/N. Let her know how you feel. Communication can clear the air, my friend."

Logan grunted again, mulling over Storm's words. As the night wore on, the tension between him and Hank remained unspoken, simmering beneath the surface. Little did Logan know that the impending tragedy on the horizon would soon force him to confront his feelings, revealing the depth of his emotions in a way he had never anticipated.

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second part should be out tomorrow!! thank you again to the Anon that requested this 😊 i hope you don't mind that i'm including both of the requests into one fic!

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chiefdirector · 1 year

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Skinny Love (just last the year) | Logan Howlett | X-Men

Soulmate au: shared marks

Tw: self harm, illness, eventual death, and suicidal thoughts

The concept of soulmates had fascinated scientists across the Earth for many millennia. The fact that two souls can be bound across plains of space and decades of time led some to fall into religious answers and some into doubt about the whole ordeal. How can you be fated to someone who hasn’t been born? It is fate or is it an entity controlling everyone, everywhere

Those who followed religion found comfort in the unknown, because of their soulmate is God’s will, how can I be wrong?

The doubters, or realists as they would have you know, say that it by chance you’ll see someone with the same mark because fate, nor luck or fortune, could predict

Logan was a realist.

He knew that the world was not giving, kind, or pleasing; it wasn’t even cold, demanding, or abusive: the world was indifferent. It didn’t care if you lived or died, or in the manner you did as such. It didn’t care if you laugh, cried, or something in between. The Earth didn’t care if you had a soulmate, it didn’t care at all.

The little mark on his wrist had been there from before Logan could remember. He had been told that he was one of the lucky ones, as humanity progressed, soulmates became more sparse and therefore more enchanting. Once, Logan had marvelled at the fact that someone could be his in all ways but as he grew older (and slowed aging at the same time) he had come to think that they had already passed and gone.

On particularly lonely nights, he fruitlessly clawed at the little constellation on his wrist, the pain bringing a sick comfort in place of what he needed from his soulmate.

Some nights, as much as it goes against his entire being, he thinks that he would’ve been better off if he hadn’t met his soulmate. Then he would be able to go back to the fickle loneliness he once resented as he knew that it was paradise compared to what was coming for him.

The eventual meeting of his soulmate had shocked Logan to his core, he had given up and accepted that he would die alone. And then they came.

They came and changed everything Logan had ever known: up was down, left was right, yellow was blue. But he couldn’t accept it so he ran as far as he could.

God did he wish that he hadn’t run.

Maybe if he knew how much time they had together he would’ve stayed and made the most of the extra weeks. Maybe he would’ve noticed the tiredness and nausea sooner, maybe he could’ve gotten them to the doctor sooner, then maybe, just maybe, they wouldn’t be terminal. He might’ve saved them.

After the nausea and fatigue eventually developed into vomiting and more hours being spent asleep than awake. The sickness caused their muscle mass to deteriorate like sand slipping through a timer. They were slowly being taken from him, and he was helpless to do nothing but watch.

Hank had said that he could try and find a cure for this mystery disease as doctors began to refuse treatment, saying that their symptoms lead to nothing. They abandoned them as he once did and he’d be damned if someone would leave them in their time of need.

Hank had said that he could find someone, and it would be done in the early days of the new year. He had said that they needed to hold on just a little bit longer.

So Logan found himself praying to a God he knew found no faith in, in hopes that if anyone, anywhere, could help his Love that they would. He swore to every god and goddess he could name that he would give anything, including himself, for her to survive this. He vowed to be a faithful servant for the rest of his days, he vowed to do anything on Earth. But he received no response.

He then took to their bedside, whispering his solemn prayers, their hand in his as he repeated his invocation and repented all of his wrongs. He did this as if they could save himself as if they were the only Divine being he believed in.

The days trailed on, and Logan watched as his soulmate grew weaker, wasting away in front of his eyes. Logan could remember the nights when watching them grew too painful and how he longed for the days when he resented the little constellation on his wrist but as he watched the gently rise and fall of their chest, he knew that he would suffered through ever gruellingly painful memory over and over again if it meant that he could see them smile like they used too.

“Come on,” he found himself whispering into their hand as he clutched them tight. “Come on. Don’t leave me.”

Christmas came and went, Logan barely noticed. He had stuck up a crappy little tree with lights that barely worked just in case they woke up long enough to notice. In better health, they would’ve chastised Logan for his lack of holiday spirit; he could hear their voice in the back of his head. Oh, how he longed to be scolded by them once again, if only to hear their voice without the deathly rattle that came out when they breathed.

“Come on.” He found himself pleading once again. “Come on. Just last the year and it’ll all be better. You’ll be better. You just need to hold on a little longer. Please.”

But not even Hank could reverse the irreversible. Logan watched as Hank came just a few hours late. He was still grasping their hand as he burst in. Watching the colour drain from Hank’s face was worse than watching her last breath as this made her death real. It cemented it in a reality in which Logan didn’t want to live.

If he could, he would’ve joined her in the stars. Logan had lived many lives and he never knew that something was the last time until it’s already gone and passed. And by that point he was already begging for the moment to come back.

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theblackhate · 2 months

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MATERIALIST

-Loki

-Steve Rogers

-Bucky Barnes

-Wolverine

#marvel #the avengers #avengers x reader #loki laufeyson #loki x reader #loki oneshot #loki imagine #steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers imagine #bucky barnes #winter solider x reader #captain america x reader #wolverine x reader #wolverine #xmen

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sunkissed-zegras · 8 months

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✮ 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝟏 = 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞, zegras' have more fun

♡ ─ summary | y/n shows off her first week of uni and the captain of the hockey captain purposes something...

♡ ─ warnings | absolutely nothing, maybe mention of needing to bulk??, and playful insults/"bully" (per usual)

♡ ─ taglist | tbd

♡ ─ ev's notes | ahhhh i'm so excited for this series, please send in some requests if you have any! i'm still thinking about who i want little miss zegras to end up with, can y'all help me with that LMAO. i'm so indecisive

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ynzegras ann arbor, michigan

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ynzegras | week 1 @ umich, done ✅ tagged: briesbagels, lhughes_06, dylanduke25 september 2, 2022

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briesbagels | so YOU stole my camera???

↳ ynzegras oops... mb it just ended in my luggage, idk how

↳ pchandler68 I LITERALLY TOLD YOU BRIE. U WERE WRONG.

↳ briesbagels a. i'm never wrong 😗 and b. you did steal my anaheim sweatshirt i saw it on facetime

↳ ynzegras how does bro fit in that, he needs to BULK!!

↳ trevorzegras y/n skinny shaming scandle?

↳ ynzegras scandal**

lhughes_06 | that's such a terrible pic y/n, how could you do me and dylan like that???

↳ ynzegras yall look fine... stop being dramatic

↳ lhughes_06 we look like 2 middle aged fathers taking a pic after helping their kids move into their dorm 😟😑

↳ dylanduke25 speak for yourself man, i look sexy 🥵

↳ pchandler68 fr that smile 🥵🥵

_quinnhughes | LUKE lmao 😭

↳ ynzegras HAHAHAHAH HES SO FUNNY

↳ _quinnhughes he looks scared

↳ lhughes_06 she forced me to take that pic so YES i was scared. 😣

↳ trevorzegras BULLIES. they are BULLIES. first me and griffin, now luke and dylan. u have a problem y/n

↳ ynzegras idk ab bullying but it's pretty funny

pchandler68 | is that my cup in the fourth picture??

↳ ynzegras no bruh i brought this from home

↳ pchandler68 FUCKING LIAR THATS MINE. GET UR OWN CUP

↳ briesbagels GET UR OWN SWEATSHIRT. its a cup, get over it 😑😑

dylanduke25 | lovely pic y/n🫡 great photograph taking skills

↳ ynzegras thanks bud 🤞🏼

griffinzegras | i see you've found another brother huh?

↳ ynzegras awww u jelly?? ur still my fav

↳ griffinzegras YEAH ID HOPE SO?? I AM UR BIOLOGICAL BROTHER 🤨

↳ ynzegras i actually i take that back, i think i got a concussion from ur fucking driving

↳ griffinzegras who bought you starbucks for the past two years EVERDAY before school?

↳ ynzegras i can't remember CUS I HIT MY HEAD SO HARD

trevorzegras | miss you sista

↳ ynzegras i literally saw u like two days

↳ trevorzegras i can still miss my baby sis

↳ avazegras 📸📸 hmm? baby sis?

↳ trevorzegras i miss u both okay??????

↳ ynzegras sure... okay

nolan_moyle | new hockey manager??

↳ ynzegras yeah no

↳ nolan_moyle please 😥😥 it would mean the world to our lukey boy

↳ lhughes_06 na i really don't care

↳ nolan_moyle not helping our case there 😐😐

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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year

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𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏' 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒚 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒍

🐰easter masterlist🐰

summary - your husband, santa ari levinson, brings you to meet his good old friend, easter bunny logan howlett.

warning - smut, cuckolding, oral sex, fingering, swearing, creampie, breeding kink, human reader, easter bunny male, dumb bimbo reader, polyamorous, being used by men.

18+ only please, the gif and header aren't mine. happy easter!

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

You didn’t know why Ari had given you this outfit to wear, but you weren’t complaining. It was cute and pink. You had smiled at him and placed a soft kiss on his lips before stripping and slowly pulling on the white stocking, followed by the adorable pink bodysuit that was a bit tight, but you had shrugged it off. Your breasts were pushed up, nearly falling out, and you had noticed the cute little fluffy white tail attached to it. You shrugged, slipping into the soft pink heels and placing the bunny ears on your head before walking to the mirror and checking your outfit out. You giggled to yourself, leaning forward to swipe some cherry-flavoured gloss across your plump lips before turning and smiling at your husband. “This is so cute! What’s the occasion?”

Ari walks over, wrapping his arms around you and palming your plump cheeks as he holds you close to him. “I have a friend I want you to meet. Thought it would be nice of you to dress up for him.” He hums, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss onto your forehead. “You’re going to be a good bunny, aren’t you, baby girl?” You nod as you stare up at him with wide eyes, wrapping your tiny arms around his giant form, and lean into him. He smiles down at you before leading you out of your bedroom and towards a portal that will take you to the mystery man. He smiles as you clutch onto him, and Ari hears a gasp as you both appear at the most beautiful field you have ever seen. A small giggle escapes you as you see tiny bunnies hopping around and getting things done.

“Oh my god! Bunnies!” You turn and look at your husband with wide eyes. “Am I getting to meet the Easter Bunny?!” Ari grins at the excitement in your voice and the awe in your eyes. He nods, and you squeal, wrapping your arms tightly around his waist. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!”

“Well, if I knew she’d be this excited to meet little old me, I would’ve brought some chocolate eggs.” You spin around, lifting your head up as you stare wide-eyed at the huge man. He smiles at you, causing your knees to buckle and you to lean slightly into your husband. “Hi, little bunny.” You choke, feeling slick build between your thighs at his voice and size.

“H–hi”, You stutter, a whimper slipping past your lips, realising you are between two vast and handsome men. “I–it’s nice to meet you.” You slightly stumble as you stick your hand out, biting your lip as a moan threatens to break out as he covers your tiny hand with his massive one. His skin is so warm and inviting, and your eyes drift down. You wonder what else is like that, and your eyes nearly bug out of your head at the bulge that rests between his legs before they quickly shoot up, your cheeks heating as he stares down at you with a smirk.

Both men chuckle before Ari pulls back and looks down at you. “You won’t mind hanging out with Logan, do you? I have to go and deal with the elves.” You blink slowly, your gaze moving from one man to another, and you nod, feeling a bit fuzzy. Ari smiles at you before leaning down and kissing your forehead. “Be good for him, okay, baby?”

“Okay,” You whimper. Feeling your husband’s warmth causes your insides to feel funny, and the thought of being alone with this charming man intensifies it. “I love you, and don’t go so hard on them. They aren’t as bad as you think.” You pout, looking up at him with nothing but love.

Ari chuckles. “They are only good when you are around, my love. You don’t see how they are when it’s just me.” He looks down at your still pouting face, shaking his head. He places a kiss on them. “But for you, I won’t be so hard on them.” You are too busy staring at him to notice the nod and smirk he gives Logan before turning and returning to the north pole. You slowly turn, realising you're alone with him, and you catch his eyes on your tail before they slowly trail back up your body.

“I need help reaching for some eggs, little bunny. Can you help?” He looks innocent enough when he asks, causing you to nod immediately, smiling when he smiles at you before you follow him toward where the eggs are unreachable. “They’re just around here, and I can’t get my damn hands through something so small.” He growls, feeling his cock twitch at how tiny you are compared to him. Logan’s hand makes its way to the small of your back, leading you. “I like your outfit, bunny. It’s adorable, suits you.”

You smile up at him, feeling giddy. “Thank you! Ari picked it out for me.” You giggle, and as you let him lead you over to the area, you can feel yourself become soaked, and you are ashamed at the feeling because you love Ari and the elves. But Ari did tell you to be good for his friend, and you didn’t want to disappoint either of them. “Is this it?” You ask, looking up at him before looking down at the small hole.

Logan nods, pretending to be sad even though he and Ari had set it up before you arrived. “Yeah, sadly, I’m too big, and even my bunnies have tried, but there’s a spot not even they can reach.” Obviously, that was a lie, but you didn’t need to know that. You looked up at him with a heartbroken look, pouting as you thought of all those wasted chocolates and how sad the bunnies must feel.

You place your tiny hand on his thick arm, “I’m sorry! I can definitely help!” You immediately kneel, crawling into the hole, not knowing you’ve given the Easter Bunny an incredible view. His cock hardens and strains against his pants as he stares at your plump ass and the wet spot forming. He smirks, stepping closer. “Ugh, I–I can’t reach.” You wiggle, trying to come out, but you find yourself stuck. “Oh no! I think I’m stuck!” You cry, not understanding how feral Logan is slowly becoming. “H–help, please.” You whimper, and Logan kneels close behind you, groaning as he smells your arousal. “Logan?”

His large hands grip your hips, burying his face in your sopping cunt. “Mmm, you smell so sweet, bunny. A stuck little bunny all for me.” His tongue flicks out, licking your wetness through the material before sucking your cunt through your bodysuit. “I’ve got myself a dumb little bunny.” You whimper, clutching the ground beneath you as he continues to nose and suck your cunt before his hand comes up, gripping the material and ripping it. “I’m sorry for ruining your pretty outfit, bunny. I’m sure Ari will fix it for you.” He grunts, hand finding the fluffy tail connected to the destroyed material, squeezing it as he dives forward, licking and sucking your folds and juices into his mouth. The feral man finds your swollen button and begins to feast on it, swirling his tongue around and sucking it.

Your whines and whimpers fill the tiny hole, clutching the ground beneath you, and your head flops forward and rests into your hands. “I–is too good… P–please.” Every time you wiggle your hips, it turns Logan on even more. Seeing your plump ass and the fluffy tail makes him nearly snap. “W–what about Ari?...” You whimper, your mind slowly fading as the giant man devours you.

Logan chuckles, his lips and chin covered in your arousal. His eyes stare at your cunt as he begins to speak. “Now you’re worried about Ari, little bunny? You didn’t seem to care about your husband a few minutes ago.” He rubs your clit before slipping his finger inside you, thrusting and curling it. Logan feels his cock throb at the tiny little sounds that escape you. “Don’t worry bout your husband, little bunny. He’s the one who said you deserved a little treat.” He growls, launching forward again, sucking your swollen clit as he stretches you with his fingers. “So lucky to get a stuck little thing like you.” You cry, wiggling and clenching around him, and your eyes roll to the back of your head. “Slutty, bunny. Cumming round someone else’s fingers.” He groans, licking his lips at the sight of your cream around his fingers. He lifts them to his mouth and begins to suck on them. “Taste so fucking good. Know why all those men are so obsessed with you.”

You huff, sagging into the ground as your body fills with exhaustion. You squeal as Logan grabs your hips and tugs you out of the hole, placing your tiny body onto his lap. Logan wraps his hand around your throat, squeezing softly before moving his hand from your throat to your cheek, slapping it gently. “Wakey, wakey, little bunny.” You blink, dazed, and Logan gives you a devilish smile. “There you are. You’re such a good little bunny.” You provide a faint smile, feeling your body heat up at the praise. You whine as he lifts you slightly before your eyes roll to the back of your head, and your mouth drops open, “Fuck, you’re so tight, baby.” Logan pushes his thick member through your sopping cunt, gripping your hips and slamming you down onto him. Your screams of pleasure echo throughout, your tiny hands grab his shoulders, and your nails dig into him.

“O–oh… Too big! Is good!” You lean into him, your face nuzzling into his neck. You're engulfed by him as he wraps his arms around you and begins to thrust up into you. You whimper and moan into him, clutching tightly as his pace picks up. His hand wraps into your hair and pulls your head back, your eyes hooded as you try and look at him through your lashes. Logan grins, leaning forward and pressing a rough kiss onto your lips. His tongue swipes across, and he groans into you.

“Taste like cherries, little bunny.” You whine when his tongue slips inside your mouth, dominating your entire being. Logan nips your bottom lip and pulls back, chuckling as you whimper and try to chase his lips. “Needy, bunny.” He fixes your little ears before standing and bouncing you up and down his cock. Logan walks over to the side of a hill, pushing you against it as he begins to pound into you, watching you slip from your mind and fully become his dumb little bunny. “Imagine if Ari could see you now, know what a slut his wife is.” Your nails dig into his biceps, holding onto him as you slip away. Logan groans as you pulsate around him, squeezing his monstrous cock as your juices squirt out of you and cover the large man. “Fuck! Jesus Christ, squeezing me so well, little bunny.” He holds your hips and digs his feet into the ground, thrusting harder and faster into you. “You think your husband would mind if I fill you up? Hmm? Think he’d be mad if you went home all pumped full and destroyed by another man?” He grins, and his head falls back, eyes screwing shut as his balls tighten and his cock twitches wildly, burying himself deep inside you before releasing his cum, thick spurts of it shoot out of his swollen tip and deep into your womb. Your moans fill his ears as you feel his cum fill you up, slowly leaking out of your small hole and down your legs onto the ground.

You wake to someone stroking your cheek, your eyes blinking open, and you smile as your gaze lands on your husband. “Ari!” You try and launch forward to hug him but find yourself sore and exhausted. You pout and look down to notice you have been changed into comfier clothes, and you begin to look around, wondering if it was all a dream, but when your eyes land on a smiling Logan, you know it wasn’t. You quickly look at Ari with wide eyes, opening your mouth to apologise when he kisses your forehead softly.

“I heard you were a good bunny, baby.” You nod slowly, sighing in relief as he lifts you into his lap, holding you close to him. “I’m so proud of you, baby girl. Did you have a good time with Logan?” You nod, feeling your face heat up, and you quickly hide it into Ari’s neck, holding onto him tightly. His hands rub up and down your back, cradling you lovingly. “I’m glad, baby. C’mon, let’s go home so you can rest.” He stands and looks at Logan, giving him a nod before turning and walking back into the portal.

This won’t be the last time a massive man will use you.

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