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ok lets imagine this tho:
Lumberjack!Logan coming home to after a long day
You loved living the simple life and when you needed a thrill you just turned to your husband. You liked the schedule, waking up at six am, sometimes it takes you an hour to wake up and sometimes you read or did some yoga until Logan was done working out. The two of you going out for a walk before coming home to make breakfast. He'd go to work, and you'd work around the house. While writing, playing music, usually painting either a wall, canvas, or furniture. You also loved having the cats, he doesn't know how you convinced him to get three cats, but you had. You usually met Logan for lunch, bringing him food, sometimes you get takeout and other times you make him a dish.
You'd see later in the afternoon, usually filled with different activities around town, a lot of people watching while writing. You'd get home to wash up, making yourself look pretty and wash up for Logan. You knew that he didn't care and most days you didn't have it in you to smell all nice and look pretty. Logan thought you looked beautiful in nothing but one of his t-shirts. But you felt good when he was all over you, complimenting the work you put into your appearance, into the house. Telling you that he was lucky, that you didn't need to do anything but focus on yourself. Because Logan was so supportive of you, it was easy for you to be supportive of him.
You sat on the couch with your book in your hands, smelling the beef and noodles crockpot meal you were making as you heard the rumble of Logan's truck. You felt your heart pick up in your chest as a smile curved on to your face. You slipped your bookmark into the pages, sitting it on the coffee table. Walking over to the front door, you swing it open as Logan opens the screen door. A smile curving his face as his hand comes back to push his shaggy hair away from his face. Setting down his toolbag before he scooped you up into his arms. You giggled as your arms wrap around his neck as his lips connect with yours in a soft kiss, as he sniffed the air. "I missed you, smell good too."
"Only saw me a couple hours ago."
"I know, still missed you." Logan grumbled, as he kicked the door close. You smiled as you grabbed at his jacket as he slipped off his boots. "Stop taking care of me." He grunted, his large palm making contact with your butt with a 'thack' sound, a giggle erupting from your lips.
"Only when you do." You retorted, as his green eyes rolled, as he let you go before walking towards the couch. Your eyes scanned his tall frame before pinching his butt then climbing on to his back, your arms wrapping around his shoulders.
"Fucking spider monkey." Logan grunted, laughter bellowing out from his stomach before he rolled you over his shoulder. You huffed out into the laughter when you landed on your back on the couch. Looking up at your boyfriend, his hand on his stomach and a grin plastered on his handsome face. He leant down, his overgrown brown hair falling in front of your eyes as he softly connects your lips even when you were upside down. Your hand came up to trace the wrinkles on his face as you pursed your lips against his.
When you parted from his lips, you rolled your body over but kept your eyes on his, your hand coming to his shirt, fisting the fabric to bring his lips to yours. "Your spider monkey?" You whispered, a small smile on your lips and humor sparkling in your eyes, the look that made Logan fall deeper and deeper in love with you.
"Always baby, you're my girl." Logan affirmed, as he wrapped his strong arms around you before sitting on the couch. You naturally rested in his arms as he settled into the warmth of the couch, pressing your nose to his shirt to smell the cigar's he'd been puffing on during the day. The smell of their future supper and your comforting smell, filling his senses as you cuddled into his neck. His hand moved up and down your back as he held you close, finally wounding down his day with his girl in his arms.
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note: just wanna be a lil housewife in the most feminist way i swear
its a shame ditherpunk never took off
Bro, We Are Homies . Its Ok To Infodump To Me . Im Ur Friend . I Love You . And Your OCs. … Bro, We Are Drawing Eachother Fanart Now . . No Dont Stop Randomly Messaging Me Bro .. Bro …
Kisses his stupid cowl
Kate & Leopold (2001) dir. by James Mangold
Drunk Bruabba
Teleport
logan howlett x fem!mutant reader - making out, established relationship, the reader has teleportation powers, x-men mentioned, no y/n used, no reader description
Your powers of teleportation usually are helpful only now it has become a problem when Logan is involved.
read on Ao3
Your teleportation powers had always been convenient. When you needed to leave a conversation or avoid someone, you could just blink away, appearing somewhere far more peaceful with just a thought. It had made life easier, especially at the mansion where privacy could be hard to come by. But recently, your abilities have become a little... unpredictable.
Especially when Logan was involved.
It started innocently enough. The first time, you and Logan had been tucked away in the mansion’s library, stealing a few moments alone after training. His rough hands had cupped your face, his lips pressed against yours, and before you knew it, your heart was racing, his heat overwhelming you. That’s when it happened—bamf—and suddenly, you were no longer in the library.
Instead, the two of you had reappeared in the middle of the kitchen, right in front of a very startled Jean and Scott.
The memory still made your cheeks burn. Scott’s face had been a mixture of confusion and disgust, while Jean had simply raised an eyebrow, suppressing a smirk. “Nice to see you both,” she had said dryly, before turning back to her coffee.
Logan, of course, hadn’t been bothered in the slightest. He’d just chuckled, his arm still casually slung around your waist. “Guess you couldn’t wait to show ‘em,” he’d teased, earning a swift elbow to his side from you.
After that, word spread fast, and it wasn’t long before everyone knew about you and Logan. Not that Logan minded—he never cared much for keeping secrets—but the sudden teleportation had made your private moments... far less private.
Like the time you’d reappeared in front of Charles’s office. You’d been pressed up against a wall, Logan’s lips trailing down your neck, when bamf—you found yourself staring at Professor Xavier, who had simply raised an eyebrow and cleared his throat. You’d frozen in place, mortified, while Logan just sighed.
“Gettin' worse at controlling those powers, aren’t ya?” Logan had muttered under his breath as you hurriedly teleported the two of you out of the professor’s office, your face burning with embarrassment.
It wasn’t just the mansion. No, your powers seemed to have a sense of humor, teleporting you both into the most random places. There was the time you’d ended up in the middle of a busy sidewalk downtown, right in the path of a group of confused pedestrians, who stopped and stared as you and Logan untangled yourselves. Or the time you’d popped into Hank’s lab, right when he was in the middle of running some complicated experiment. He’d nearly dropped his equipment, his blue fur bristling as he muttered something about boundaries.
Then there was the most recent time. You and Logan had snuck away to the training room, thinking you could steal a moment alone, just a little escape from the chaos of the mansion. Logan had pulled you into him, his lips finding yours, the heat of his body pressing against you in that way that always made you forget where you were.
That’s when it happened—again.
Bamf.
This time, you found yourselves in the middle of a park, surrounded by startled families and kids playing on the swings. One little boy dropped his ice cream cone, his wide eyes staring up at you in shock.
Logan groaned, his forehead pressing against yours as he muttered, “Really? A playground?”
You blinked, trying to gather your thoughts as the embarrassment hit you. “I didn’t mean to!”
“Maybe we should work on timing,” he suggested, his lips quirking into a smirk as he glanced at the crowd forming around you.
You quickly teleported the two of you back to the mansion, both of you laughing as you reappeared in your room. You leaned against the door, trying to catch your breath, your heart still pounding from both the kiss and the sudden teleportation.
“I think I’m getting worse,” you muttered, shaking your head.
Logan chuckled, his arms sliding around your waist as he pulled you close again. “I dunno. I kinda like it. Keeps things interesting.” His lips brushed your ear, sending another shiver down your spine.
You groaned, burying your face in his chest. “I’m going to teleport us in front of everyone again, aren’t I?”
“Maybe,” he said with a grin, his voice teasing. “But don’t worry. You’ll get the hang of it. And if you don’t...” He tilted your chin up so your eyes met his, a wicked smile playing on his lips. “I’ll just have to deal with it.”
You tried to glare at him, but it was impossible to stay mad when he looked at you like that. “I don’t know how you’re so calm about this. We could end up anywhere.”
Logan shrugged, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “I’ve been through worse.” He paused, leaning in just a little closer. “Besides, I’m startin’ to like the surprise.”
You couldn’t help but smile at that, your heart swelling at the warmth in his voice. You knew he was right—you needed to work on your control. The last thing you wanted was to teleport into some other awkward situation. Or worse—teleport right into the middle of a battle.
But for now, as Logan’s lips found yours again, you pushed those worries aside. You had time to figure it out. And, if nothing else, you had a very patient partner in the chaos of it all.
Kiss me!
<3
Logan Howlett x Reader
2 times Reader and Logan almost kiss, and the first time you actually do!
Themes: Fluff so sweet you'll need to check your blood sugar levels after this, kisses, cursing, pining, Wade meddling (love this annoying dude)
Word count: 2133
Notes: Title is from 'Kiss me' by sixpence none the richer, and this is written as Logan right after Deadpool and Wolverine. Enjoy <33
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You’d met Logan around a week after he moved in with Wade. You’d already met Wade a short while after you first moved into the same floor as him, he accidentally stabbed a hole into your door, and made up for it by getting you bunny slippers. After Logan moved in, you ran into Wade in the hallway and started going on and on about how you absolutely have to meet his grumpy roommate. After about ten minutes of his begging, you finally agreed. So he planned a gathering with all the people he knew, including you.
First interacting with Logan at the ‘gathering’ was definitely more intimidating than Wade had described it. The two of you were sitting on either end of Al’s couch in absolute silence for about 5 minutes until you finally gathered the guts to introduce yourself. To which he replied, “Logan.” You spent the next half an hour trying to pry a conversation out of him when he finally started actually talking to you. Or Logan’s idea of talking. Towards the end of the interaction all you could conclude was ‘He may or may not hate me!’, completely unaware that he actually wanted to meet you too, also as a result of Wade’s incessant whining.
For the next couple of weeks, all your time spent with Wade or visits to his apartment, slowly also became time spent with Logan. You started visiting the two of them more frequently, having lunch with them. Before, you usually didn’t spend this much time with Wade but your hours spent around him multiplied when Logan was in the mix. It was no secret you were attracted to him, and honestly who wouldn’t be? The lowkey flirting between the two of you, the small interactions, fleeting touches, it all made the chemistry between you extremely obvious to everyone except you two. Even blind Al could see it.
About a month into the obvious crush you had on eachother, Wade started to get bored by both of your pining states. It was extremely obvious to everyone around you that the attraction was most definitely mutual, but you were both hesitant to take any action no matter how much you craved it. So Wade meddled.
He decided to set up lunch at a pizza place two streets away with the two of you then proceed not to show up himself. Pretty basic idea but he thought it’d work. And to be fair, it almost did. The two of you arrived, tried to text Wade who was ‘occupied’, decided to order your lunch, and flirted the entire time. After having paid, the two of you walked to your building when Logan walked you back into your apartment and you invited him in. It was his first time in your apartment and Logan tried not to be too obvious that he was taking in every detail he could. You made coffee while you and Logan spoke. For some reason, the conversation never moved out of the kitchen. You spent about thirty minutes talking in the kitchen, leaning backwards on the counter while Logan stood in front of you, until he suggested the two of you move to the couch. You agreed of course, and while speaking, the space between the two of you began to close, and Logan began to open up about the X-men. How guilty he felt, the part he considered to have played in their deaths, carrying the weight of his own actions with him everyday. “Lo, that wasn’t your fault. Your only crime is accidentally not being home at the wrong time, at least I think so. I don’t think you’re the ‘worst’ wolverine.” The reply came out of you quietly, praying you wouldn’t offend him and make him close back in on himself.
Instead, he leaned in closer, “I’m glad you don’t think I’m the worst, bub” his thanks wouldn’t have been heard if you weren’t this close together. “How could I ever?” you whispered out, the gap between you being so small that he could feel the breath from your whisper on his lips.
And then your phone rang. Ofcourse, it was none other than Wade.
The moment was violently torn apart, obviously, especially with the ringtone Wade had set for himself being the ‘bake a cake x break it down’ remix. You scrambled to pick up your phone, only for Wade to ask you if he could borrow slippers from you in a week. After you hung up, the conversation between you and Logan had obviously fizzled out, and you said your goodnights before Logan left.
It was obvious from Logan’s pent up tension when he got home that Wade’s little plan hadn’t worked. So instead of being a normal human being and letting the two of you figure it out, he decided to try something a bit more direct. And a bit more straight out of a creepy rom-com.
You and Wade’s apartments shared a wall, so he could hear into your house at times. He also had a spare key. So, he waited until he could hear you getting into the shower and asked Logan to get him a pair of socks he apparently ‘forgot’ at yours a couple days earlier. Logan was hesitant, but any excuse to see you was great enough for him. He knocked on your door at least three times (even though Wade told him you ‘might not be home’ and to go ahead anyway.) After the fourth knock he could’ve sworn he heard you singing past the door, so he just headed on in. About thirty minutes were spent searching for the nonexistent socks that Wade told him were in your living room. Honestly if it wasn’t for him being near you, he would’ve just given up on the socks but he went on and on until you came out of the shower. In just a towel, you slipped out of the bathroom and your soul almost left your body when you saw a huge man hunched over, checking underneath your couch for something.
“Lo, what the fuck are you doing??” Was all you could think to say to the sight in front of you, and hoped that if he noticed the obvious blush on your cheeks, he’d just amount it to the hot shower you’d just finished. “Y’know what, don’t answer, I’ll get dressed and be back out in a sec.” Logan remained frozen in place while you disappeared into your bedroom and put on a tank top and shorts in record time. You backed out and Logan was standing in the middle of your living room, still in a state of pure embarrassment. “Right- Wade sent me here to get a pair of socks of his, do you know where they are?” You tell him you haven’t seen any socks laying around, but you help him look around either way. About ten minutes into searching, the two of you sit down on the floor of your living room in defeat. You laid down on your backs, the conversation between the two of you being worth the growing back pain. You told Logan how you had met Wade, the bunny slipper apology, everything. Again, the two of you ended up so close to each other, he could fully appreciate the cinnamon-honey scent of your shower products. Then of course, as luck would have it, your table broke.
The faulty leg you had propped up with an old book you never liked finally fell apart, landing the table’s top part onto your foot. You had barely registered where both the pain and the sudden noise came from, jumping from your position on the floor in pain. The moment was yet again vaporised, especially because Logan panicked hearing you hurt and had reacted before you could even properly get up. He insisted you lay on the couch while he got you frozen peas from your freezer. Logan placed the pack on your ankle where the tabletop had landed and sat next to you, checking with you and making sure that nothing hurt more than a bruise should. After about an hour he was content knowing you weren’t seriously injured, and excused himself from your apartment.
Again, the visible tension when he returned was evidence enough for Wade that something foiled his plan.
After that, Wade finally gave up.
A week after the failed sock attempt, Logan couldn’t sleep. It was 3 in the morning, the weather was nice, there was absolutely no noise around him apart from the occasional street noise. He was in perfect sleeping conditions, but for no clear reason he couldn’t get himself to sleep whatsoever. He had also tried every single possible remedy for insomnia. He drank warm milk, he ate a sandwich, he tried listening to very calm music, etc. While sitting in the dark, considering going for a walk to waste some energy, he heard a couple of small noises from your apartment. He did of course consider seeing if you were awake earlier but out of concern that he might wake you he decided against it, but now that he could hear your light footsteps walking around there was no harm in going to you. He put his slippers and a jacket on, he already had a white tank top on underneath and his pyjama sweats.
Logan knocked ever so gently on your front door, a part of him genuinely nervous. Nervous over what it is that he’s going to say when you open the door. Does he make up some bullshit excuse, lie, tell you he just couldn’t sleep? Before Logan could decide what to say you opened the door, wearing a concerned look on your face. “Hey, Lo, you ok?” Both the sight of you in your pyjamas and your voice tear him out of his thoughts. “Just wanted to see you.” The sudden bout of honesty surprises you a bit, and you move aside to let him in.
You sit down on your couch, crossing your legs and patting the spot next to you. He hesitates for a moment before taking his place next to you. “Why are you still up, bub?” If it weren’t for the close proximity between you two right now, you wouldn’t have even considered telling him. “Couldn’t sleep, just stayed up thinking.” ‘about you’ are the unspoken words that haunt the air around the two of you, not needing to be brought to life to be known. You and Logan quickly go from topic to topic, the dim warm lighting helping. Eventually you land on the topic of music. “Haven’t listened to much recently.” Was all it took to get you to get up, pull him up too, and put on one of your favourite songs. “C’mon Lo, dance with me a bit.”
He went along and danced with you to the song you picked, one hand in yours and the other on your waist the entire time. He was watching you in awe, seeing you like this felt like a privilege only the luckiest could be granted. Relaxed, humming and giggling to one of your favourite songs. When the song ended, you and Logan stayed intertwined for a couple moments before sitting down on the couch again, this time far closer to each other. You were still giggling a bit, so close together that Logan could see the glint in your eyes and to him it looked like the warmest light ever. As your giggling came to a stop you realised he was staring at you, the eye contact in that moment being more intimate than anything you’d ever experienced. Logan gently closes the space between the two of you, both your lips immediately finding relief in each other. Your hands cupped his face gently, while his wandered on your waist and the small of your back. You stayed in that state for a while before splitting to breathe. “Do you want to stay here tonight? Not to do anything- I mean just sleeping in my bed, only if you’d like of course-” Logan interrupted you before you could spiral any further, “I’d love to.”
Both of you got up, quietly walking to your room. Logan removed his jacket, placing it on your chair before crawling into bed with you, and pulling the blanket over the two of you. Quickly, you burrowed into his chest, his arms wrapping around you in turn and his head resting atop yours. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head before gently whispering, “Good night, bub.” You press a peck to the crook of his neck, “Good night, Lo.”
It goes without saying that the morning after has more than enough kisses to make up for all those missed chances.
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thanks for reading!! <3
ohhh october be kind. on god be kind
At the start of one of my many attempts at uni (we're no joke on number seven) I took an anthropology class because it seemed cool. This was at the absolute height of the popularity of Bones so the first lecture was literally standing room only, fire hazard levels of packed.
So the professor comes in and I cannot express enough how much this man was actually round, not tall, greying, balding, and literally wearing a three-piece tweed suit with a little red bow tie. He was the most perfect human being I've ever met.
Anyway the look on his face when he saw an actually packed lecture theatre was one of sheer unbridled glee. Natural, right? His dinky little subject is suddenly unbelievably popular.
Which gave him the perfect opportunity to talk about pissing for a solid hour. Because that was his specialist subject. Comparative urination etiquette.
This man who was the Platonic ideal of a humanities professor stood there and talked enthusiastically about piss to a packed to the rafters lecture theatre full of bright-eyed first years, and as this was a Monday morning it was almost certainly many people's first ever university lecture of their whole life. His eyes were glittering with joy the whole hour. He was having the time of his life.
There were absolutely no questions at the end of the lecture. He, apparently having fully understood what he was doing, clearly expected this and instructed us to have a lovely day and wished us good luck on our higher education journey.
You could sit anywhere you wanted in the lecture theatre the next week and the lecture was intro to methods in anthropology.
I don't think I could ever love a man more than I still love him.
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steadily making a compilation of all the stupid shit my partner calls himself when he’s being dramatic
✧ Manipulative best friend!Logan with a corruption kink
warnings: smut 18+, this is not a dark fic, Logan isn’t truly manipulative but we have a very naive/innocent/inexperienced reader; first time masturbation, JOI, handjob, fingering (in front of a mirror), first kiss, pet names (bub, baby, my girl, good girl), Logan doesn’t always fully ask for consent but if he did reader would want it, so those are the type of vibes, Logan takes advantage of the situation but reader is into him too, it’s implied that reader is a mutant too but powers are not specified, mentions of alcohol, reader wears Logan’s (big) shirt, Logan is a bit gross
This kind of got out of hand lmaoo it was just supposed to just be a short concept but I ended up writing 5.5k words lolll. It’s not a fully fleshed out fic (it’s in full sentences etc but still just kind of loosely written scenes) but I thought I’d still share <33 (gorgeous divider by @anitalenia <3)
Logan knows he wants you from the moment he meets you. He knows he needs you the second you come to the mansion and join the school. But you’re so shy and nervous that he doesn’t want to overwhelm you, so he tells himself he’ll wait for a bit and let you get used to your new life here first.
What he isn’t expecting is that you become really good friends in the meantime. Yes, he still wants to fuck you but he also genuinely enjoys your company and cares about you. Logan has a big, fat crush on you and there’s not really anything he won’t do in order to be closer to you.
But the problem is that you’re so innocent and he can’t tell if it’s an act, if you just don’t like talking about sex in front of other people, or if you’re really like this.
He hears you talking to Storm and Jean one night and Storm is trying to convince you to get a vibrator and you’re asking “what would I need that for? I don’t… y’know”. Storm says “you don’t what? Masturbate?”.
Logan knows exactly what shy expression you’re making even though he can’t see you, and you’re all like “oh my god, don’t say it that loud”. And he knows your pretty face must be getting all hot with embarrassment and the thought alone turns Logan on to no end. It’s quiet for a bit and Logan gathers that Jean reads your mind, and she confirms to Storm that you’re not lying.
Logan can only hear the conversation because he’s in the kitchen and you’re all in the room next to it, but some students come in so he can’t keep eavesdropping, as much as he wants to. And he knows there’s no way you’re continuing the conversation if he’s in the room, so he has to give up for the night. He tries to ask Storm the next day about what you said and she just calls him a pervert and says to ask you himself if he wants to know so badly.
But that’s kind of the thing. He’s become your best friend over the last few months, but there are still some things you’d never tell him just because he’s a guy, even if you don’t see him as more than a friend. Yet.
And Logan only gets more desperate when you’re drunk one evening after a girl’s night and you’re knocking at his door. It’s really late but Logan lets you in of course. You’re crying a bit and he makes you sit in his bed and takes off your shoes and slides off your jacket while you hiccup something unintelligible.
He sits down with you and you can barely focus on what you’re saying, and then you get up mumbling about your uncomfortable tights and your skirt and suddenly you’re in front of him in just a top and panties. Logan has to gulp down a moan as he stares at the flesh of your thighs and the rolls on your belly and all he can think about is devouring you whole – until he hears you mention the conversation with Storm and Jean from the other day, “wait, what was that?”
You pout, “Well I was talking to them and turns out apparently I’m the only woman in the world that doesn’t masturbate and– and Jean went home to Scott, and Storm went home with someone she met at the bar and I’ve never even done anything with a guy, not even with myself. I just feel left behind.”
And Logan tells you something about how you’re just a late bloomer and there’s still time, because that’s what he thinks you want to hear, but you tell him it’s condescending. You don’t want to be a late bloomer, you just want to have sex. And oh– Logan can help you with that.
He has to do his absolute best to keep calm and not mount you immediately, but you’re drunk so that’s what’s stopping him. He might manipulate you a little to get what he wants but he’s not that bad. He asks “you don’t like touching yourself?” And you just shrug and say “dunno”.
“You never feel an ache between your legs?” Logan asks, keeping so calm it’s painful. And he can practically feel the heat melting off your face at the question as your eyes dart around the room, “I don’t know, sometimes”.
“And you don’t touch yourself?”
You shrug again, looking everywhere but at Logan, “I never really know what people mean when they say that. I, like, touch myself and it feels nice but that’s it.”
Logan smiles, “how long do you touch yourself for?”
“I don’t know, a few seconds.”
And he chuckles and says “it’s normal that you don’t get anywhere in a few seconds, bub.”
“Oh. I didn’t know that,” you manage to meet his eyes briefly but look away again as you sit on your hands shyly.
“You ever watched porn?” Logan asks and your eyes go wide as if he’s just committed the worst sin known to womankind in front of you and you hug your legs and say “noo, I would never. I’m not, like, a pervert.”
Logan laughs, “Porn isn’t just for perverts. There’s more to it than choking and bondage, there’s tame stuff.” You just say “well I’ve never watched any.”
“Maybe you should.”
“Maybe, I don’t know.”
He can tell you’re getting a bit ashamed and while he would love to train that shame out of you when it comes to sex, now isn’t the time when you’re drunk in his bed at 2AM.
“You wanna go to sleep?” He asks, failing to resist giving a small squeeze to your knee. Your eyes fly to his hand there, gaze lingering on his fingers even as he pulls them away. You nod after a few moments, and Logan reaches out to wipe away the remnants of your tears and says “you wanna sleep in my bed? We could cuddle”.
You grin like a child who’s just tried ice cream for the first time at his suggestion and he gives you a bigger shirt of his so you don’t have to sleep in that small, tight top you’re wearing. You pull off your top without warning and then he’s looking at you in just your underwear and he feels like he’s died and ascended to heaven even though he’s probably more likely to go to hell with the thoughts he’s having about you right now.
You cast a shy glance over your shoulder as you undo your bra and Logan wills himself to shut his eyes, putting his hand over them because he knows otherwise he’d look.
He only wants to fuck you more when he sees you in his shirt though, and he’ll definitely have to go to the bathroom to jerk off once you’ve fallen asleep. Except that you snuggle against his side so cutely, head resting on his shoulder with a leg thrown over his.
You’re fast asleep before he can even say good night and when he moves to get up you move closer, and now he’s got your plush tits pressed up against his side and your arm over his waist. A tent has formed in his pants and he feels pathetic that he’s measuring the distance between your elbow and his crotch, silently willing you to move just a few inches.
He’s so horny that he’d feel no moral qualms at jerking off right next to you. He’d cum so quickly with you pressed to his side, but he wouldn’t know how to explain it if you woke up. He doesn’t want to scare you away. So he pulls away to get up, and you wake up and whine when he stands up, telling you he just has to pee to which you grumble, and you grab his pillow to cuddle with instead.
He jerks off shamelessly, sitting on the edge of the bathtub. His spit slicked-palm is starting to get loud as he strokes his cock to thoughts of you, but he doesn’t care if you hear. You probably wouldn’t know what he’s doing anyway with how innocent you are.
He doesn’t even have to fantasise about any sexual scenario with you. Thinking about the pretty smile you have whenever you look at him is enough to have his fists drenched in his cum as he jerks himself off with both hands to stroke his entire length.
He can’t hold back the small moan that spills over his lips when he cums, torn between hoping you heard and hoping you didn’t. Logan washes his hands and rejoins you in bed.
He takes a moment before he slips under the covers, taking in the sight of you in his bed, imagining you’re his and that it’s the norm for you to sleep together rather than an exception. You stir as the mattress dips with his weight, swapping the pillow of his that was clutched between your arms for his bicep that you hold onto instead. You’re way too gone to have heard any of what he just did, and for a moment he feels dirty for thinking about you the way that he does.
It doesn’t last long, of course, as he dreams of you most nights. He can’t feel bad about it though – he’ll take any dream over one of his nightmares (that he hasn’t had since he met you). And if he’s honest it turns him on how innocent and unsuspecting you are of what goes on in his head when he thinks of you.
-
You wake up still wrapped around his body the next morning. You have a headache and Logan brings you something to soothe it, offering to massage your stiff neck too. You sigh in bliss as soon as Logan’s hands are on you, and he reminds himself that you must be touch-starved. You’ve never touched yourself, let alone felt the touch of another person that went beyond platonic or familial affection.
He revels in the sounds he pulls from you with ease with the most basic massaging technique there is. He never wants to leave. He started off hovering over the back of your thighs, but he’s been making his way forwards and now his crotch is nestled right against the soft swell of your ass. You either don’t notice that he’s slowly moved or you don’t realise what exactly is pressing into your backside.
It’s obvious that you’re enjoying his hands on the back of your neck and the top of your shoulders; he doubts there’s anything that could distract you from it. Except if he got hard maybe, but he’s got more self control since he jerked off in the bathroom again after waking up with morning wood and with you by his side, just before he brought you some painkillers.
“You’re so good with your hands, Logan,” you tell him, voice all raspy, and he smirks at the innuendo you don’t realise you’re making.
“It’s what my girl deserves,” he says, pulling a smile and a hum from your lips.
“I’m your girl?” you ask shyly, eyes still closed as his knuckles drag over your skin.
“O’course you are, bub.” He’s not sure in what way you interpret the pet name but he can tell you like it, hearing how your heartbeat speeds up just that little bit. You like being his, and he likes that.
-
It’s during a particularly horny evening that Logan comes to your room. He’s jerked off twice today to pictures of you — pictures he’s snuck over the time he’s known you, you smiling as you laugh at a tv show, stretching on the sofa not realising that he’s got his phone out, or that one photo of you smiling all shyly on the day you first met him and he showed you around the mansion. Jean asked to take a picture to commemorate the day you joined them, and he remembers the way he slid his arm around the back of your waist and you placed your hand shyly on his back, smiling all adorably.
He’s got a picture of you in a bikini from that one time you two went swimming but he keeps that for special occasions. Today was one of those special occasions, and he came all over his phone screen, cursing when he had to clean it afterwards; he even had to get the phone case off and all.
But you still won’t leave his head for even just a second, so he decides it’s time for the next step. He doesn’t want to overwhelm you with anything, but he also just really wants you. Can’t help it. He’s a selfish man but any man would be if he knew you the way Logan did. He knocks at your door. “Yeah?” you call out.
You grin when he steps in and closes the door behind himself. You stretch out your arms for a hug to greet him, even though you only saw him a few hours ago. He joins you where you’re sitting on your bed with your laptop. Logan turns the screen towards him, hoping to find something naughty but he should have known better. It’s just some video essay on a topic he’s never even heard of. He shuts the laptop.
“You know, I’ve been thinking,” you tell him, genuinely focussed, “If I’m your girl then what are you to me? My boy sounds weird, and my man.. I don’t know.”
He almost forgot that he called you his girl to your face, and he smirks when he imagines you thinking about it these past few days. He lies down on his side, invading your space, almost touching you with how close he is next to you.
“I can be anything you like, bub.”
You shrug shyly, “Maybe you’re just my Logan.”
He’s surprised at how much that turns him on. You being his, that’s one thing. But him being yours? Those two things go hand-in-hand, of course, but he thought you were still a long way off from liking him as much as he likes you.
It encourages him to ask you what he’s been thinking about for days. He says it casually. “So, had any success touching yourself?” He uses that tame expression so that you’re less embarrassed.
Still, your eyes widen slightly and you immediately start playing with the hem of your oversized t-shirt. “What do you mean?”
“You know what I mean,” he smirks, “Don’t gotta be embarrassed around me. We’ve been over this.” Although, for a second he wonders if you even remember the conversation. You were drunk after all, and he considers feeling bad, but then you smile.
“I know, but… I haven’t tried it since. I’ve thought about it but I still don’t know what to do.” He’s got you right where he wants.
“Y’know, I don’t mind showing you. You deserve to feel good.”
You look away, “What would you even show me? And how? Guys are different down there.” Oh, you’re so innocent. He’s having so much fun.
“I could touch you.” He watches you experience a multitude of emotions as you think about it. Shame, intrigue, resolve.
“Wouldn’t that be weird for you?”
“Not at all, don’t worry about me.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure, bub.”
You look around you, putting your laptop and your phone on your nightstand, “What do I do?” you ask, playing with the blanket.
“I’ll just touch you a bit, okay? Just get you used to the feeling,” he tells you, both of you sitting up and he pulls your legs around his waist, gently touching all over your inner thighs, squeezing the flesh.
You’re already arching your back, scooting closer to him, and he lifts your shirt up over your hip and sees the wet spot on your panties. He’s not sure if you notice how hard he is under his sweatpants but no one could blame him for that. You’re getting so worked up and he hasn’t even touched you anywhere near your pussy, you’re breathing so heavily and your heart is beating so fast.
“Y’want a kiss, bub?” Logan asks you all sweetly, and you lean in as soon as the words leave his mouth. Your lips on his are messy but eager, and Logan loves that he can feel that it’s your first kiss. You don’t know what you’re doing but you need it – need him.
But he has to stop at some point because it’s getting harder to not fuck you, so he gently pulls away, and you grin shyly when the kiss is over. Logan leans in one more time for a quick kiss. He pushes you backwards a bit and looks between your spread thighs. You’re so wet. You’re squirming under his gaze.
“Can I take these off?” he asks, tugging at the waistband of your panties and your breathing gets shaky when his finger grazes your belly. You bite your lip and nod.
“Good girl,” he says, pulling your underwear down your thighs with one hand, eyes glued to your pussy. You’re so wet and sticky already, and your pussy looks even better than anything he’s imagined – and he’s imagined it a lot.
He wants nothing more than to fuck you, or eat you out at least, but he’s supposed to be showing you how to masturbate, so he lies down next to you.
“So, if you were alone, you might touch yourself like this.” He takes his hand between your thighs, softly touching your clit. You’re leaning into him, head against his shoulder as you watch his big hand between your thighs. It looks so right there. You look to your side and gaze up at Logan, and you can’t help but just kiss him again.
And while you’re kissing, Logan puts his palm on your pussy and starts rubbing you a bit rougher, and you become too distracted to keep kissing him.
“You like when I play with your clit?” he teases you and you nod, hiding your face in his neck. Logan moves down to fuck one of his fingers into you, then two, and you’re whimpering against his warm skin. With his palm still rubbing against your clit, you have your first ever orgasm with Logan and you hold onto him as the pleasure flows through your body.
He keeps going until you put your hand around his wrist to stop him and you shyly smile up at him. “Was that good, bub?”
You answer with a weak “yeah”, your voice hoarse but you’re smiling and your skin is glowing. Logan pulls his hand away and shows you how your arousal sticks to his fingers, and your eyes search his because you’re not sure if this is a good or bad thing.
Your mouth opens when Logan takes his fingers into his mouth and sucks your taste off them. “Taste so fucking good, baby. You wanna taste yourself?” And he waits patiently until you’ve made your mind up but you nod and let him put one of his fingers into your warm, wet mouth. You suck on it for much longer than necessary and Logan tries to save the image in his brain for later.
He holds you for a bit as you comprehend that you’ve just had an orgasm for the first time in your life. You shyly thank him before he leaves and he makes you promise that you’ll try it again by yourself soon. That was the whole point of this, after all – nothing to do with Logan or anything.
-
Logan thought he’d be satisfied for a bit, but all it’s done is make him even needier for you. You’re so oblivious to all his flirting, and he’s sure you genuinely thought he just wanted to show you how to masturbate the other day.
Of course, he could just ask you out, but it’s more fun this way. He likes watching you figure stuff out. He wonders how long it’ll take you to realise that he actually likes you, that teaching you how to jerk off maybe wasn’t only in your best interest but in his too.
He’s a bit pathetic when it comes to you at this point, though. As much as he’s teasing you, it’s also teasing him. It’s a bit of a low point, but he pretends to be in a bad mood to get your attention.
You come to his room in the late afternoon when you haven’t seen him all day, and you’re so kind and so caring and immediately worried when you see him sprawled in bed in his pyjamas that consist of grey sweatpants and a white shirt.
“You okay? What happened?” you close the door and sit on his bed immediately.
Logan fake sighs, suppressing a smile as he pouts exaggeratedly. “Nothing, bub. Don’t you worry about me.” He squeezes your knee to reassure you, and he watches you perk up at his touch.
“You know you can always talk to me,” you smile kindly, and he wants to kiss you so badly. He doesn’t usually talk about emotions and feelings all that much, but you’re always trying to get him to open up because it’s good for him, so he knows he’s got you with this.
“I’m just feeling a bit down today. That’s all. Don’t wanna bother you with my problems.”
“You’re not bothering me. I’m always here for you.”
He watches you gnawing on your lip as you think about what to say next, and Logan waits curiously. “Have you uh, jerked off today? I think an orgasm would cheer anyone up, if it feels as good as you made me feel the other day.”
And Logan’s all like “I’ve tried but it’s been so long since a woman touched me, and my own hand just isn’t doing it for me anymore.”
He gets hard immediately when you perk up, smiling with your sweet expression and saying, “I could help you! I hate seeing you so sad”.
And Logan pretends, saying “no, bub, I’d never ask that of you,” but you sit up on your knees and say “I really wouldn’t mind! And I owe you for last time anyway.”
“If you’re really sure?”
You nod sweetly and brush your hair out of your face and ask, “where do you want me?”
And even just you asking that is something that will stay in his mind for a long time. He feels like you’d do anything he asked of you right now and it’s already driving him crazy. He says “just next to me here, bub. Yeah there is fine”.
You lean in to kiss him and he only pulls away out of surprise, and you’re blinking back at him with wide eyes, apologising, “It’s just cause you kissed me last time, I thought— I thought it’s part of–”
“Yeah, baby, it is. Just didn’t know if you wanted to kiss me again.”
You give him a cheeky smile and nod, “of course I wanna kiss you. You’re my best friend. I’d do anything for you”.
Logan grins and bites his lip and says “me too, bub”, and leans in and kisses you again, basically attacking you with his mouth. He can tell it’s getting a little much for you with the way he’s eating you alive so he stops himself and asks “was that too much?”
You shake your head, “just don’t know how to kiss like that yet.” And he likes that. Yet. Maybe he can sneak in some kissing lessons at some point, just to show you how it’s done of course, no other reason.
You look down at his lap then and it’s obvious how hard he is. “Y’wanna you touch it like this first?” he asks you, grabbing himself over his sweatpants, the outline becoming clearer.
And you nod so eagerly, but get a bit shy when you’re touching his cock, one of your knees pulled up to your chest as you palm him over his sweatpants. “It’s so big,” you marvel, oblivious to how much this is affecting Logan.
“You wanna see?”
You tell him yes and he pulls the waistband down, and you lean closer when he wraps a hand around his cock, stroking himself just a few times to relieve the pressure.
You bring a finger to his mouth like he did for you the other day, and he chuckles, “that won’t be enough, bub”. Your cheeks burn when you say “oh”.
“Here,” he moves your hand so your open palm is facing him and he spits into it.
“Now do this,” Logan tells you, taking your hand and wrapping it around his cock, guiding you up and down with your spit-slicked palm. You watch in awe as you jerk him off, his hand never leaving the back of yours.
He could cum immediately like this, but he tries to savour the feeling a bit longer.
“Does it feel good?” you ask him.
“Yeah, doing so well, bub. Think you can do it by yourself?”
You shake your head with a smile. Yes, you could do it by yourself, but you like the feeling of him guiding you, setting the pace and intensity. He grins and continues, squeezing your hand tighter so that your grip on his cock tightens too.
Logan lets you jerk him off a bit longer before he gives in. He’s proud of you for not pulling away in surprise when he cums, coating your hand and his in his cum as ropes of white shoot over your skin and onto his shirt. He lets go of your hand to pull off his shirt and watches you examine your hand full of Logan’s cum.
“Can I taste it?” you ask in a quiet voice, and Logan just about gets hard again.
“Yeah,” he tells you, but pushes his own fingers into your mouth. Your lips wrap around his two fingers and suck the cum off, and Logan can’t help but push them further into your mouth, making you giggle. You pull his hand away after a bit, only to lick your own fingers. He uses the clean part of his shirt to dry your hand off after, and you lie down to cuddle him.
“Do you feel better?”
Logan chuckles, “Yeah, bub, I feel better. Thanks.”
“Good,” you grin, proud of yourself. Logan’s proud of you too.
-
It’s still the same day when you come to his room the next time. You left after a bit to go to sleep, but now there are knocks on Logan’s door that he recognises as yours before you say anything.
You enter his room in your pyjamas – a big shirt – and some fluffy socks, a plushie under your arm. You look so oh so innocent that he almost feels bad for corrupting you. You come in, close the door, and sit on his bed again, legs dangling off the side of it. He could really get used to you being in here.
“Can’t sleep?” He asks, but you ignore him, hugging your plushie for comfort.
“I… can you maybe…” you let out a sigh, “I tried to masturbate but I can’t do it by myself. Can you show me again?”
Maybe you’re not so innocent anymore. He chuckles and tells you of course, and he’s starting to wonder if you’ve caught on to the game that he’s playing, and if you’ve joined him, but he’d still bet money that you really are this naive. Logan pulls his full length mirror in front of his bed, not too close, but close enough that you can see yourself in it.
He moves to lift your shirt to get your panties off, and his heart skips a beat as he’s greeted by the sight of your bare pussy, already glistening.
“It was easier to come with them already off,” you say, and he reaaally has to restrain himself so he doesn't bend you over and take you right here.
You drop your stuffed toy to the side of Logan’s bed as he sits you in front of the mirror, getting behind you, putting his legs either side of you.
“God, you’re so pretty.” He can’t stop himself from saying it as he makes you look at yourself in the mirror, legs spread.
“I don’t know if I can do this, Logan,” you say, shying away from looking in the mirror.
“You can do it, bub. I got you, okay?”
You’ve turned around to look at him better, and he chuckles when he gets it.
“Is this what you need?” he asks as he leans in to kiss you, and you moan yes into his mouth. He loves you so fucking much.
His dick is already so hard and he’s not sure if you can feel it pressing into your ass, but either way you’re not complaining. He takes your chin to make you face yourself in the mirror, and he can’t get enough of seeing you two in it together – the way he’s sitting behind you like this, imagining other positions you two could be in.
“Here,” he pushes his finger into your mouth, even though you’re already wet enough, watching you suck on it eagerly. His finger stays in your mouth much longer than necessary.
He starts gently rubbing your clit in circles, and you squirm in his arms that are around you, one on your waist, the other between your legs.
“I did that too, but it feels better when you do it,” you mumble after a while, clearly enjoying it but unsure what you were doing wrong when you did it yourself.
“Try it.” Logan takes your hand, and makes you do it yourself. You’re squirming with him watching you like this, but it is useful to sit in front of the mirror, copying how he played with your pussy just moments ago.
Logan’s not blind to how wet you are, at having him watching and guiding you, and he can’t help it as he reaches into his boxers to jerk off. He doesn’t get his cock out but he’s not hiding it. You can see the movement of his arm in the mirror and you might even be able to feel it at your back, as Logan’s fist grazes your shirt every now and then as he strokes himself.
But you’re so focussed on looking between your own legs that Logan is genuinely not sure if you’ve noticed him jerking off, and the sounds of your wet pussy are louder than his hand on his cock.
“I… I can’t,” you whine after a bit, taking your hand away from your pussy, but Logan is close, and he wants you to cum too.
He keeps jerking off, and he sees you noticing it, sitting up a bit taller but you don’t seem to mind. You’re smiling, biting your lip.
“Yeah, you can, baby. Here, we’ll do it together.” He keeps a hand on his cock, reaching around you to put your hand back between your legs, and then he pushes two of his fingers into your pussy, fucking you with them.
“You close, bub? I’m close,” he says, and the idea of cumming together with Logan makes your pussy squeeze around his fingers, so you do your best to recreate the pattern on your clit that Logan showed you, rubbing it in circles until you get the right angle.
“Good girl, that’s it. So tight around my fingers. Come on now.” Logan’s so close he has no idea how he’s still holding off, sloppily jerking his cock with one hand and fucking your pussy with his fingers on the other hand.
You lean your head back, landing on Logan’s shoulder, as your orgasm pulses through you. Logan can feel your pussy spasming around him, and he lets go too, cumming over his hand and his boxers.
You’re both out of breath for a while after, barely moving.
“Y’did it, bub,” he kisses the top of your head, and you smile at him through the mirror, turning to press a messy kiss to the side of his face. He won’t take that though, so he grabs your face, smearing some of his cum on your cheek, and pulls you to face him for a proper kiss. You smile against his mouth as you make out.
You sleep in his room again that night, but he can’t say it feels like you know that he likes you yet. He’ll have fun watching you figure it out soon.
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Russell asks Wade why Wolverine calls him babygirl
Only instead of saying 'how about we stop talking for a while', Wade says 'because he fucks me thrice nightly NEXT QUESTION' and then launches into a nineteen page purple-prose monologue about how wonderful logan is and how he's found The One and how he wants to raise Mary Puppins and seven generations of her disgusting inbred children with him and live together happily ever after
Russell jumps out of the taxi before they hit page five
Dopinder wishes he could do the same but he's driving
STAND UP guide crusaders
Herc is the 6′2″ alcoholic with 7th grade reading level tho
hi heres the entire twilight movie as a stamp
dc writers nowadays have no sense of show, not tell. back in the day dick never had to say he loved bruce. you could just tell by how much he screamed at him that he did
Doing dishes while litsening to this.
It is SOOOO FUCKING GOOD Oooh, it's SOOO good. I'm jealous of this writing style.
It's an ENTIRE HOUR LONG of nervous Wade trying extremely hard to not absolutely FLOP his face into concrete at Logan's feet and his heart racing so quickly that he's going to explode if Logan dosn't word for word sit him down and tell him he loves him entirely. He thinks he's such a fucking fool only for Logan to ASK HIM WHO THE ENGAGMENT RING IS FOR AND ASKS HIM WHY HE WOULD EVER WANT TO MARRY HIM like jesus christ holy fuck AND COLOSSUS AS FLOWER GIRL. The fourth wall breaks are done perfectly, the CHEESYness is JUST UGGHFHF BLEEEHH IM GONNA GET CAVITIES FROM THIS
Just started reading Sherlock Holmes and all the adaptations are wrong. This man is a delight. He gets excited about hemoglobin and is ecstatic at the thought of Watson as a roommate. He purposefully forgets how the solar system works so he has more room in his brain for crime. He shows Watson the dirt stains on his trousers and he can tell what part of London they come from based on color and consistency. (As far as i can tell Watson didn't ask, Sherlock just gets back from walks and tells Watson about the stains unprompted.) The text specifically says "Holmes was certainly not a difficult man to live with." Why does every adaptation make him unpleasant and rude, he's literally just eccentric. He's such a goober, I love him.
