He lifts you with ease, tossing you onto the bed as you squeal in surprise- and excitement. You try to push yourself up with your arms, but he grabs your legs, forcing you to flip onto your belly. He kneels onto the bed, climbing over you and presses his large, warm hand onto your lower back, forcing you to arch your back.
Seconds later you felt the tip of his cock pushing through your folds, lubing himself with your slick. You whined at the feeling, spreading your thighs and lifting your ass in the air-or as far as he let you, eager to feel him inside you. He finds your hole, wasting no time to push inside with a growl low in his chest, before thrusting hard into you, filling you up completely with his cock.
"Oh!" You cry out from the intrusion, hands gripping at the sheets. Your mouth falls open, but any noise you make becomes muffled as he pushes your face into the mattress. His hand grabs a fistful of your hair, holding you tight into place.
He takes you roughly, rutting into you hard like he couldn't get enough. He stretched you open, hitting the sweet spot inside you that made your brain go dumb, drool escaping your lips onto the mattress and eyes rolling back while he has his way with you- Just like you wanted.
It was different than how Logan usually was in bed. Fantastic as always- But you're used to him taking his time, talking you through everything with sweet praises and kisses to every inch of your body. He was lovely, sensual, passionate.
Now he was just fucking you like a whore- and you loved it. The part of him that he seemed so scared of letting go is gone, he's now acting like an animal and will take you in every way he wants.
You felt your lower belly wounding tight with each thrust. He must feel you getting close too, because he mounts you properly. Hands on your hips, angling them perfectly so he can continue hitting the spot that makes your legs feel like jelly. You feel his nose run along your shoulder until he reaches the crook of your neck and he clamps down, his teeth biting at your skin and properly claiming you.
You let out a yelp that turns into a moan, spurred on by the way Logan pinned you down. The dam inside breaks, and you finally cum- soaking your sheets. Logan doesn't stop, even as you become incredibly tight, your pulsing walls try to milk him of his release but he wasn't ready to fill you up yet.
You told him you wanted him to take you however he wants, to let himself be free and not hold back. He wants you submissive. He wants your mind and body to be as dumb as possible so he can fold you into any position and fill up your pussy until he's satisfied.
Your body relaxes and you wiggle underneath him from the over-stimulation but you're getting what you asked for. He wasn't anywhere close to being done with you.
A/N: I want to give 2013 logan more love after finally watching the movie in full. Here's a start! basically i just took a random scene of the movie and did this 🤣 least till i get better ideas (I do)
Warnings: none, just a tad bit of angst but not really. a bit of fluff bc logan is a lover boy
He's driving you insane.
There was a time you wanted nothing more to be by Logan's side again, in any way, shape, or form. Now you are, nearly years later and the man is doing nothing but getting on your last nerve. Arguing, complaining- being a cocky asshole, more so than he used to be which you had ignorantly thought was impossible.
Poor Mariko has been stuck in the middle of you two bickering like a child of divorced parents, you don't know how many times you've apologized to her for it. She has her own issues to worry about without playing mediator between you both- which, she hasn't. She seems more entertained by the whole thing anyway.
It's not like you're trying to pick a fight with him. You've had to accept his choices and move on. Now he's back and old feelings are surfacing. There's tension between you both that's becoming increasingly harder to ignore- so you have just been ignoring it more because in your heart you believe Logan does not care for you, not in the way he use to- if he ever did.
Japans countryside was gorgeous, and peaceful- and hopefully safe. The insanity of the last few days have left little time to get a breather. The bus had stopped at a little village that Mariko had a family home in, so you were finally able to get off .
You and Mariko thought the trio should take a moment to recuperate and relax- and hide, but Logan wanted to keep going on foot- he didn't want to hide out somewhere. Which of course- led to another argument between the both of you. Logan stormed off- which you knew was temporary but thank god he did because you were going to lose it if he argues with you one more time. Thankfully, Mariko has been the only level-headed one between you three.
You're sitting at a bench, trying to catch your breath when Mariko joins you. She gives you a sympathetic smile.
"I'm sorry." You say to her for likely the hundredth time today. "You have enough to deal with without listening to us bicker."
"Don't be." She responds, smoothing out her shirt. "He seems like a complicated man. Anyway, it has been entertaining."
You scoff shaking your head, "That's one way to describe him…"
"Yes." She laughs. "But….You love him. I can tell."
"I…" You trailed off. Remembering an old memory. "We were… Close… A few years ago. He left. It hurt. But I'm over it, and him. He's more of a.... Old friend, now."
She smiles knowingly.
"What?"
"He says your name in his sleep." She says. "You may think of him as an old friend, but he still has feelings for you."
You open your mouth to retort, instead interrupted by a neighbor calling out for Mariko. She smiles at you and stands up to go attend to her neighbor. You stay seated, trying to ignore the feelings rising up in you, and becoming lost in thought as you stare into space- thinking about your past with Logan.
"Hey."
His voice snaps you out of it. You look up at him, blinking a few times from the suns brightness. He's staring at your with furrowed brows, before he looks down and awkwardly takes a seat next to you.
"Hi." You finally greet him back.
He was silent, looking everywhere but you. You don't bother to say anything else, because there wasn't anything else to say. Just sitting together in awkward silence before he finally huffs.
"Here."
You looked to see what he was handing you. A small bunch of flowers, purple Bellflower and yellow Adonis. He was gripping them so tight they were hanging loosely around his fist, looking sad from being picked. His expression almost made you laugh- the man was so damn stern while handing you flowers.
"Oh." You exclaim softly, taking the flowers from him, holding them carefully in your lap as you admire them. "Thank you, Logan."
He watches you, his jaw tensing and opening his mouth to say something. Mariko instead calls for him, turning both your attention. She waves for you, pointing at the street. A tree fell down.
Logan worked on chopping it while you and Mariko chatted with the townsfolk, lovely people they were. Occasionally you look back at Logan, and find him looking back at you, and then you both quickly look away and pretend that you weren't looking at the other. You couldn't help but stare a bit too long while he was chopping wood- noting how his muscles flexed, and the sweat sheened on his skin. Mariko caught you, and you had to smack your own hand for staring.
He got the tree cleared and moved, and the three of you went on a short walk ahead back to the home. Mariko stopped to talk to a neighbor, happily greeting them and engaging in conversation while you and Logan continued walking- but staying near as to not leave her alone. It was quiet between you both, with only the sound of wind blowing through trees and water lapping at the stone wall.
"So, you didn't like the flowers?" Logan asked. You stopped, while he kept walking before finally stopping and looking back at you expectantly.
"What?" You smile in confusion.
"You, uh…Didn't react like you used too when I gave you flowers." He shrugs casually. You blink a few times, processing his words, before your mouth falls open. You shut it, then it falls open again in disbelief. He watches you glitching, and shrugs again. "Just thought it'd be nice." He mutters, turning away.
You let out a sigh, unable to help the smile growing on your face. He's impossible. "Logan." You call after him, taking a few steps to close the gap between you. Your hand rests on his chest, over his heart. You lean forward and kiss the corner of his lips. "I loved them. Thank you."
His expression softens, just a bit, glancing back behind the both of you to see Mariko lingering in the back, watching you both and rolls his eyes. Without another word, he holds his arm out for you, beckoning for you to take it. You oblige, wrapping your hand around his bicep.
A/N: ayo let me get up in those armpits
Warnings: SMUT, mdni, m! Masturbating, logan watches a "home-made" video the two of you made together. mirror sex, creampie, unprotected piv, he misses u lol
You up?
Logan stares at his phone, eyes glancing up to the picture next to your contact name. It was one of his favorite pictures of you, caught off-guard. The sight of your face makes him ache.
He's never been one to get homesick, but that's because he never really had a home to miss. Now you're in his life and every time he has to go on a mission or a trip somewhere without you- You're all he can think about.
The motel room he's staying in brings no comfort. The bed is uncomfortable, with a lumpy mattress and scratchy sheets. The paint was peeling on the walls. The tv won't work. There's a strange smell he can't quite locate anywhere in the room. There's a humming noise coming from somewhere too that's driving him insane.
He could've found somewhere better. Charles pays for it and he should of taken advantage of the old mans money and sprung for a nice hotel with room service and a tv that works - but Logan's not very good at giving himself nice things.
He sighs when you haven't replied yet. It's past midnight, you're probably asleep and haven't heard your phone go off. He was tempted to call you just so he could hear your voice- but the guilt over waking you up won over. He sets his phone aside and shifts uncomfortably on the bed.
He should sleep, but he's not tired. In fact he's completely wired. Feeling antsy and needing to do something. There's a hole-in-wall bar down the road he passed on the way here, probably open still. He could go down there and get a few drinks- and maybe a good fight for some entertainment.
But even that didn't seem enticing. What he really wants is you. He wants to see you, hear you, feel you.
That's when the idea popped in his head. He just needs a little entertainment to get him by for the night. Logan reached for his phone again, unlocking it and going to the gallery. He's not very good with technology but you have showed him a few things- things he found quite favorable and probably the only good thing he thinks technology has.
Most pictures are of you- anything different is usually you taking his phone and messing with it. He scrolled past several pictures of his butt you apparently have taken without his knowledge- he had to pause on one. His bare ass in one picture- It looks like you took it when he was lying face down in bed. He'd laughs to himself about it though. If you were here he'd pretend he was annoyed because you get a kick out of it- but really he loves the silly things you do.
He doesn't have to scroll much longer to find the video he wanted. He clicks it, watching it fill the screen and presses play. While it starts, he works on unbuckling his pants.
The camera is point at the floor. He could hear you giggling about something, and then him grumbling.
"So this button you just pause it, it doesn't stop the video- you just pause it and when you want to play again and in the video it'll skip. The block ends the video completely." You're explaining, the camera shaking a bit. There's a small skip where the frame is on a different part of the floor.
"Alright- So…" He hears his voice now, the phone lifts up and is half pointed at the mirror that's hung up against yours and his bedroom door. He could see himself standing there scowling at the phone, and a part of you giggling as you wrap your arms around his bicep, peering into the phone.
"It's not complicated, big guy." You teased, your hand going around his waist. You make him move further into the view of the mirror, then your hand comes up to position how he holds the phone so that it now shows the both of you.
"I know it isn't…" He mutters, seemingly checking the both of you out in the mirror. Then he brings an arm around you, turning towards you. You look at him in the mirror, before facing him to look up and meet his eyes. He grins. "But I'm not going to hold this the entire time."
You laugh, "You don't need to. We'll set it up."
You reach for the phone, and the frame skips again.
"Okay! I got it- I think…"
The phone was now on the floor, leaning against a pile of stuff. It's angled perfectly towards the mirror. He can see you on the ground with it, messing around with the phone. He sees himself standing in the background, watching you- or, more accurately watching your ass.
"You almost done there, sweetheart?"
"Yes."
You stood up and Logan steps towards you, hands on your hips pulling you towards him. "Let's do this then, been waiting long enough."
You laughed. "Well it was your idea, Mr. Impatient."
"Yeah with a real camera. Not these silly phones."
You start to giggle again, shaking your head while your hands fiddle with his shirt, "A real camera? What, one from the 1800s old man? That would've taken twice as long to set up."
He grumbles, deciding the argument was futile and before you could say anything else he kisses you to shut you up. He can hear your mirth through the kisses but finally you give in, wrapping your arms around his neck and standing on your tiptoes to get closer.
His hands start running over your body, cupping your ass first, before sliding up your back, under your shirt.
Logan lets out a small sigh. He's pulled out his cock, half hard and growing. He grips the base of it and squeezes as he admires your curves against his body in the video. The kisses have turned passionate, and he could hear your breathy moans.
"Maybe we should pause it again," You mutter as Logan leaned down to start kissing your neck. "Skip it to the good part?"
"Baby, all of this is the good part." Logan groans. "Lets get this off ya…." He motions to your clothes, beginning to lift your shirt up.
He watched as you both pull off each others clothes, flirting and giggling along the way. He strokes his cock occasionally, but doesn't fully commit - not quite ready to get himself off yet.
In the video, you're now completely nude, and so it Logan. He turns you to face the mirror, while he stands behind you. He leans in and whispers in your ear while looking at you in the mirror, making you laugh.
"Gorgeous…" He mutters to himself. He actually feels jealous of himself in the video. Being able to love on you the way he wishes he could right now. He watches the way your tits move, the happiness on your face as he presses kisses all over your neck and shoulders, his hands sliding over your body until they reach up to cup your tits.
His hand fondles them while he sucks on your neck. Your own hand reaches behind you, and judging by his reaction, and Logans own memory, you had begun stroking his cock.
He began stroking himself, at the same rhythm that your arm was moving. He could feel butterflies building up low in his belly, but he wasn't planning to cum anytime soon- he wanted to see the main part of the video before he allowed himself any sort of relief.
After a bit of fooling around, Logan finally had you on the floor with him. You were on his lap, front facing the camera where most of Logan was shielded from view by your body. His hand had made home between your thighs, toying with your clit - and whispering dirty things in your ear that the phone didn't pick up.
He didn't need to hear them though. He knows exactly what he said.
Such a pretty little thing for me ,darling. You excited to watch yourself get fucked in the mirror?
You moaned, moving your hips against his hand, nodding as your reached an arm back behind yourself to hold onto him, your hand burying into the fluff of his hair.
You're soaking wet, bet you cant wait to see this cock pounding into that pretty pussy of yours.
You gasped, your other hand reaching down between your legs, reaching his cock as you lift your hips. "Lo, please." You whined, tipping your head back against his shoulder. "Please, I want your cock."
He laughs, his hand removing itself from between your thigh, giving your ass a hard smack that makes you jump. "Alright baby," He speaks up louder that the phone can pick up. "It's all yours."
Logan leans back onto the floor, disappearing from the mirror. You raise your hips higher, holding his cock in place as you slowly lower yourself over him.
Your face changes into pure ecstasy as his tip pushes inside you.
Logan begins to stroke his cock faster, subconsciously as he watches you continue to lower yourself over him. "You like that, don't you sweetheart?" he mutters quietly to himself. "Bet you've been missing my cock since I've been gone..."
He was considering snapping a pic of himself to send to you, and when you wake in the morning you'll know he had been thinking about you all night. Maybe he'll send the 'after' photos when he's done, because he doesn't want to click off the video yet.
In the video, he can see his hands massaging your thighs carefully. Then his voice picks up, further away in the background.
"Lean back, baby. I want to make sure the camera sees everything in the mirror."
You nodded your head quickly. Falling back, your hands are placed on the floor on either side of Logan's torso. You spread your legs open further, bracing your feet onto the floor. Logan's hands grab the underside of your thighs, gripping them so tight he could see the divots in your skin and lifts your legs in the air.
He starts slow, his cock leaving your pussy only halfway, before going back in. The slick of your cunt was glistening in the mirror, and the stretch of your pussy around his thick member nearly made Logan bust right then and there.
He had to pause the video, staring at the screen and every little detail like he was studying a work of art.
"Fuck…If I only I could have you like this all the time." He mutters. What he really admired though, was the absolute joy on your face. You head slightly tilted back, eyes shut, and a smile on your parted lips. If it wasn't for risking others seeing it- he'd take a screenshot of this and put it as his wallpaper.
The tight feeling of climax in him settled down, but his cock remained painfully hard. He resumed the video, and took it in his hand, slowly stroking once again.
Logan began to pick up the pace of his thrusts. He watches his cock slamming into your cunt, the lovely slick noises and sound of skin together. His balls slapped against your cunt. He admired the way your tits bounce with every movement. You're moaning, gasping, and begging Logan to keep going, don't stop.
Your arms give out, and you fall against his chest but he doesn't stop. Course he didn't- you were close, he could tell by the way your legs shook.Now, in the mirror all he could watch was his cock pumping in and out of you at a brutal speed. Your hand reached down and began circling your clit desperately, he could hear your cries and pleas for Logan to make you cum.
He started stroking his thick member faster, hoping he can time himself perfectly to cum at the same time you do. It wasn't a challenge- because he arrogantly prides himself on knowing your body just as well as you, if not better. You were about to cum and he could see the telltale signs he spent your entire relationship learning- down to the sweet pitch of your voice.
He felt the buildup inside him finally reach his peek- watching the screen just as your body froze, and heard your moans of his name. He lets out a whine, and a groan of your name at the same time, lifting his hips off the bed and spilling his heavy load over his hand. He didn't stop pumping his fist- the same way he didn't stop fucking you through your climax.
He finally abruptly stops as he pushes himself to the edge of over-stimulation, groaning at the aftershocks of his orgasms, small ropes of cum weakly shoot out of his tip before he becomes limp. He watches himself finish inside you just as you come to the end of your own coitus.
Logan gently drops your legs, arms lifting back- he remembers he was grabbing his hair- trying to get ahold of himself because you felt so damn good he lost himself in you. You pushed yourself back up off his chest, sitting back on your knees. slowly pull him out, breathless. You're looking at the mess he's made inside in the mirror- watching the cum drip out and dribble over his slowly softening cock.
You looked up in the mirror at yourself, smiled, and winked.
Logan chuckles quietly- that was for him. For now, for whenever he watches this video. You blew him a kiss in the mirror, while he in the video sits up, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing your cheek.
"How was that, baby?" He coos in your ear. You hum happily, bringing a hand up to brush through his hair. He closes his eyes at the touch, burying himself into your neck.
"Amazing, as always." You sigh, then turning your head towards him. "You think we put on a good show?"
"I know you did." He purrs. He tilts his head up. "I love you."
You beamed at him, "I love you too." You leaned in and kissed him, and that's when Logan turned the video off. He sighs, tilting his chin down and looking at the mess he's made of himself and decided he'll clean himself up later and doesn't bother to tuck himself back in his pants. He finally felt tired, and was ready to catch some sleep.
He drops his phone on his chest, folding both arms behind his head and closing his eyes. He still missed you terribly, but watching yours and his shared affections in the video helped ease his homesickness a bit, and reminded him that he'll be reunited with you soon.
Just as he started to fall asleep, a hard vibration on his chest startles him awake. He takes a minute to think about what it was- then realized it was his phone. Logan picks it up, eyes squinting at the brightness of the screen (hadn't figured out how to adjust it yet) but his expression quickly softened when he saw your picture and name- You were face-timing him.
He turns his head to the side to look at you with a raised brow. "My nose?"
"Mhm." You nod, eyes meeting his, then back to his nose.
You'd been admiring it for the last hour you've been lying together. He had been lost in thought, and you noticed the occasional scrunch of it. You loved the curve and shape of it. The way you can feel it whenever he's nuzzling into your neck. How it scrunches with his expressions and as he laughs. Even when he does that weird thing where he starts sniffing the air intensely for no apparent reason.
"It's adorable. I just wanna bite it." You reached out to boop the tip of it with your finger. "It makes you look so handsome. Ever noticed that?"
"Not sure that I have darling." He smiles. You could see the tips of his ears turning red. Leaning forward you kissed the tip of his nose, then nuzzled it with your own. He lets out a noise that sounded like a purr and responds with the same sentiment.
"Well now you know."
"Don't think I ever been complimented for my nose...." His hand, originally resting on your shoulder comes up to play with your hair. "Thanks, love..."
"That's a crime....But, I'm glad I get to be the first."
Just a lil Sunday morning smut for you. Kept seeing Instagram posts for a flouncy dress that the company is pushing as something to drive one’s man wild - and since I know no wilder man than Logan….
Haven’t got a specific Logan in mind, choose whichever you think fits
Warnings: tiny bit of sexy times, Logan is very handsy, not proof read in the slightest
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‘Is this new?’
You looked up at Logan. He was stood next to you, a hand smoothing over your hip.
‘Oh,‘ you said looking down at the dress you had on, ‘no, just something I had at the back of my closet.’
You smiled at him and wandered off into another room.
The rest of the day you couldn’t help but notice Logan’s eyes constantly on you. He was always alert, attentive, but today he seemed even more so. Every time he passed by you, his hand brushed against you. It took you a while but it dawned on you that it was the dress. It didn’t look like anything special. A loose maxi dress, scooped low at the back, thin straps. The weather has started to get warmer and it was floaty and light enough to wear and not feel hot and sticky. You hadn’t put a bra on – why bother if you weren’t going anywhere. You noticed how Logan’s hand seemed to rest on your bare back, his fingers slipping inside the billowy material. As the day went on, he grew bolder, his hand moving down to your ass. You smirked when he seemed almost disappointed you’d put underwear on.
‘You’re very worked up,’ you said to him finally.
‘Just…’ he didn’t finish the sentence, moving his hand into the dress and around your waist, resting it on your stomach. You smiled as he pulled you against him.
‘Are you horny, Logan?’
‘Always. I don’t know why though, this dress is doing something to me.’
‘Yeah, I got that impression.’
‘Sorry.’
He removed his hand and you turned around to face him.
‘Did I say you needed to stop?’
Logan grinned.
‘No you didn’t,’ he replied.
You plucked at the loose material.
‘Don’t know why this has caused such a commotion,’ you wondered, ‘it’s hardly the sexiest thing I own.’
Logan pulled you to him.
‘It’s not just the dress, it’s the person in it,’ he breathed, ‘the dress helps.’
He put his fingers under your chin and lifted your face to his.
‘Kiss me,’ he demanded, smiling.
You smiled back at him and did as you were told.
Next thing, you were turned around again, Logan’s hands back in your dress, cupping your breasts. You pushed your backside against his crotch, hard inside his jeans.
‘What if I just pulled your dress up and had you right here?’ he groaned into your ear. His voice was low and rough. He sucked a little on your earlobe.
Your only response was to push back against his crotch again.
‘Fuck…’ he gasped.
You moved again, rubbing yourself against him. His hands moved to your hips and grasped your tightly. Then they were gone and you heard the sound of his belt being unbuckled and the zipper of his jeans being undone. You smiled, your hands planted firmly on the kitchen counter you were stood against. You heard the soft sssh of the material of your dress being pulled up. Then the intrusion of Logan’s hand into the front of your underwear. You could feel his hard cock against your backside.
‘If you shred another pair of panties...’ you began.
‘I’ll buy you more,’ he growled and you heard the snikt of a claw, then the feel of it cutting through your underwear.
‘Be easier if you just didn’t wear it,’ Logan grumbled.
An interesting idea, but hardly practical. Logan was insatiable enough as it was, him knowing you were walking around in a permanent state of underpants-less-ness would make him even worse.
You felt him moving against you, his fingers softly rubbing against your clit. You felt one of the straps of your dress slip down off your shoulder. The material was barely covering your breast. Logan noticed and took a hold of your breast, gently squeezing it.
‘If I’d known this dress would have such an effect on you I’d have worn it sooner,’ you sighed. You felt Logan moving your legs apart and felt his cock against you.
‘If you never want to leave this apartment again that sounds like a great idea,’ he growled and thrust into you.
Later, you found the website you’d gotten the dress from and saw they had it in lots of different colours. They’d arrive the next day.
Logan would fit well with the men at family get- togethers, yknow the dads and uncles and all but he would fit the best with the aunties. He's such a catty bitch he'd love to sit at a table with them and talk shit about everyone else.
Oh to lie on Logan's lap under a willow tree on a warm sunny day, with a nice little breeze and he's reading a book and playing with your hair while you nap.
Logan absolutely loves the Golden Girls. He definitely watches it every Sunday as part of his way to relax and you will hear him loudly cackling from the other room and commenting on the girls antics. If he doesn't get to watch his Golden Girls he gets grumpy.
Reader drives a mobile library that visits Denbrook (I don't think mobile libraries visit as often as I have suggested they do, but it's my story and it can visit as often as it likes...😌)
I don't think there are any significant spoilers for the film - the biggest one is possibly Rebecca being in the story, but who she is is mentioned in one of the trailers anyway so not really a surprise.
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You visited the town of Denbrook once a week. Your route in the mobile library took you around any number of villages and towns but this was your favourite. You lingered there longer than you really needed to but no one seemed to mind. You saw a steady stream of people during the day but you were always on the lookout for one in particular. The pile of books that sat on the counter were for him, for his approval. No one else touched them.
As the day drew on you began to wonder if he was actually going to show. Normally he would appear around lunch time, stay for a chat and a cup of tea and then head back home. But today he was nowhere to be seen.
You stood outside the van and peered up and down the road.
‘Looking for someone?’
You turned to see the local policeman, Tim Derry, waving at you from across the street. You waved back and he wandered over. He was a sweet man but largely useless.
‘I was just wonder where George was today,’ you said, ‘he’s normally been in by now. Got a nice stack of whodunits for him to have a look at.’
‘Oh,’ said PC Derry, ‘I saw him earlier. Drove past his paddock. He looked busy.’
This was hardly news. George was always busy but at least you knew he was around and hadn’t gone off somewhere for the day.
‘Okay, thanks,’ you said, ‘maybe I’ll pass by on my way home.’
PC Derry smiled.
‘Sounds like a plan,’ he said and headed off through the village.
***
You didn’t normally leave the village past George’s farm but you made an exception. Parking on the side of the road, you collected the books into a bag and walked through his field up to the caravan. The sheep milled around, the lambs running pell mell around the older animals. They made you laugh. You noticed a smaller one tagging along with them. You’d not seen him before. The other lambs ran around him and gave him gentle head butts. A sign of affection you knew, thanks to George. You smiled and walked on towards the caravan.
You were just about to knock on the door when you heard a noise inside. You edged closer and heard it again. Laughter. Not George’s. This was lighter, feminine. Then you heard George laugh. Oh. Your hand was still raised ready to knock but you lowered it then and stepped down off the deck back onto the grass. You hugged the bag of books to you and contemplated leaving them but no, you couldn’t. You walked quickly back to the van, got in and drove away.
***
It was ridiculous to be upset. There was nothing between you and George Hardy beyond you being the person who drove the mobile library he borrowed books from. He was pleasant company of course, but he’d never given any indication that he wanted more from you. You sighed as you placed some returns back on the shelves. Your Denbrook day was coming up and you’d been in a mood all week. Even your colleagues had noticed when you’d stopped in at the main library. You didn’t tell them why as you were sure they would not understand. You were being a silly romantic fool.
You parked the van in your usual spot and sat behind the desk, head rested on your fist as you listlessly flicked through a book. You smiled weakly at a few customers and then slumped back in your chair. Maybe you’d finish early today, go home, open a bottle of wine, put on a rom com, have a little cry…oh.
Coming along the road was George. He looked the same as ever, cap firmly stuck on his head, that damn blue medicine he could never seemed to get rid of staining his fingers. Except this time, he was not alone. Beside him, no, with her arm looped through his, was a young woman. Very pretty, long dark hair, laughing. You recognised that laugh. You swallowed hard and pretended to tidy the desk. You noted the books George had in his other hand.
They stopped outside the van and George spoke to the woman briefly. She gave him a quick hug and turned to walk off. George watched her go. The look on his face was…
‘Morning!‘
You jumped a little in your seat. George was standing in the van, in front of you, the pile of books now on the desk. You stood up.
‘Good morning, Mr Hardy,’ you said briskly.
He looked at you with a raised eyebrow.
‘That’s very formal,’ he said.
‘Well,’ you smiled thinly, ‘we must maintain proper decorum. New…rules. From head office.’
‘Oh,’ he said, then pushed the books towards you, ‘should have returned these last week but I was busy.’
‘Of course. There will be a fine,’ you said.
He nodded.
‘Of course.’
You watched as George moved away to the shelves, heading to the crime section. He was such a large man in such a small space. You didn’t want to watch him as he perused the books, sleeves rolled up, forearms thick and corded with muscle. You’d seen him in the fields once assisting with some lambing, his shirt discarded on the grass. He truly was a sight for sore eyes, sturdy and muscular, hair on his chest, his stomach a little softer now with age, the way his muscles moved as he worked. You’d woken from a fair few dreams in the weeks that followed, sweating and aroused.
Ridiculous! You shook your head and sat back down. Clearly George had found himself some young thing and was more than content to flaunt her around the town. Why would he look twice at you?
Said young thing was walking back towards the van, a box in her hands. George turned at the sound of her footsteps.
‘They had some?’ He asked her.
She smiled and nodded.
‘Three,’ she said.
American, you noted. Where on earth had George met an American?
‘Perfect!’ George helped her into the van, then turned to you, ‘I’d like to introduce you to someone.’
‘Really?’ You said smiling perhaps the fakest smile you’d ever smiled.
George put his arm around the woman and smiled at her.
‘This is Rebecca,’ he began, ‘she’s…she’s my daughter.’
***
The silence was deafening. Both George and the woman, Rebecca, stared at you. You thought you were saying something but evidently the words were not finding their way out.
‘Are you okay?’ Rebecca asked, sounding concerned.
‘Um..yes!’ Your voice was high pitched and too loud, you coughed, ‘yes yes I’m fine. I was just not…your daughter?’
George looked at Rebecca, smiling. He looked happy, joyous even.
‘Yes. It’s a long story, but...I’m glad that she’s here now.’
‘So am I,’ Rebecca smiled back, then turned to you, ‘George...was telling me about you and I wanted to meet you.’
‘Me? Whatever for?’
She put the box she was holding down on the desk and smiled at you.
‘To thank you for being such a good friend to him,’ she said, ‘for giving him the courage to finally reach out to me. For helping to bring us together.’
You looked at her, confused.
‘But I haven’t done anything?’ you said.
George smiled at you.
‘You have. You did. Even if you didn’t know it. You’ve always been here for me, a friend, a...’
To your shock, George took hold of your hand that was resting on the desk. You looked at him and then at Rebecca, who was beaming from ear to ear. She reached over to the box and opened it.
‘I was going to stick around for a cup of tea but I think I'm going to take this and eat it while I explore,’ she said, taking a cream bun from the box.
She smiled again and walked off, taking a bite of the bun and closing her eyes in delight. You watched George watching her. He looked so happy, like he had finally found a missing piece of himself. He was still holding your hand.
‘I know you came to the caravan last week,’ he said turning to you.
‘Oh.’
‘And I know what you probably thought.’
You looked down at where your hands were still clasped and felt a blush rising.
‘I should have told you she was coming.’
‘It’s your business not mine,’ you mumbled, then looked up at him, ‘when?’
He sighed and took a seat in the chair you kept for the customers.
‘Long time ago. My wife died and I just couldn’t take care of...’ he glanced out of the door of the van, ‘I regretted it every day since. But now we have found each other again.’
‘I’m still not sure how I helped?’
‘How many years have you been coming to the village?’
You thought for a moment.
‘Five or six, I think.’
‘And how many cups of tea have we shared? How much time have we spent chatting?’
You laughed a little.
‘Probably more than we should.’
George smiled.
‘You told me once how taking the first step was the scariest thing in the world, but each step since then has been easier and easier.’
You did remember. You had left your husband, an awful brutish man. He never hit you but he didn’t need to, he hurt you in a hundred other ways. The day you got the courage to walk away from him was the start of the rest of your life.
‘I thought if you could do something like that, something so brave and so terrifying, then what was stopping me from reaching out and contacting Rebecca? You inspired me.’
You swallowed hard. You didn’t think you were capable of any such thing but George spoke with such sincerity, you couldn’t help but realise that he was telling you the truth.
‘So I wanted to thank you for that. And also to ask you something.’
‘Oh?’
He looked down at his hands, shy now.
‘I was talking to Rebecca, telling her about you and she wanted to know why I hadn’t asked you on a date.’
‘A date?’
‘Hmmm.’
‘She said that it was very obvious how much I liked you and I was wasting time.’
‘She did?’
‘She did. What would you say if I did, maybe, ask you to dinner?’
‘Oh...well...George that, I couldn’t...’
You looked at him and George raised an eyebrow.
‘You couldn’t?’
You shook your head.
‘No...of course, I can! I would love to,’ you said.
George smiled and stood up. He took your hand and kissed it. You felt a little dizzy.
‘How about I put the kettle on, then we can eat our buns and decide where to go?’ he said.
You simply nodded.
George turned to the small kitchen and busied himself while you sat heavily back down in your chair. As you sat there, hearing the noise of the kettle boiling you looked up and out of the door. Rebecca was walking back down the road. She looked up and raised an eyebrow. Exactly the same way her father did. She then put her thumb up, then down. You smiled and put your own thumb up. She clapped and spun around, walking back the way she came. George placed a cup on the desk in front of you, then placed a gentle hand on your shoulder.
A/N: ^ how i feel. also really short blurb for funsies
Warnings: just fluff, reader is almost nakey, implied sexy time after?
The door slams shut behind him, a loud thunk! that causes several items in his room to fall over- and probably stuff in neighboring rooms as well.
Logan is ready to be left alone.
After the mission he had, he'd be fine never leaving his room again- but then again there's only so much beer he can hoard in a small space. As long as he doesn't have to deal with people he can deal with leaving for an occasional beer restock.
He stripped his clothes off, crashing into bed face down. He heard something crack- probably the frame breaking from his weight but he doesn't care. He was ready to sleep for the next 48 hours.
A soft knock at his door, and then he heard it crack open.
"Logan?" He heard your voice, quiet and gentle.
Oh, yeah.
"Mmrm." He mumbles into his pillow.
You walked in, shutting the door behind you and leaning against it. "Did you just get back?"
"Mmhm."
He heard your footsteps cross the room to him. He felt your hand rest on his shoulder. "Was it a rough mission? You're so tense."
"Mm."
He heard you let out a noise, something that sounded like a laugh. You squeezed his shoulder. Your hand is gone and he's already missing your touch. He's about to muster the strength to ask you to join him for his short-term hibernation when he heard you shuffling around.
He opened one eye, but didn't see you within his view. He did feel the mattress give in to your weight, where you straddle him, sitting on his lower back.
He looks over his shoulder, quirking a brow. You've undressed from your clothes, now wearing absolutely nothing but one of his shirts.
"Relax." You smile as your hands went to his shoulders, your thumb pressing deep into his tense muscles. He face plants into his pillow in relief, feeling the way your fingers work at the knots and aches in his back.
"You're good at this." He finally mumbles a coherent sentence into his pillow.
"I'm good at a lot of things."
"Don't I know..."
You laughed. as your hands moved down to massage his lower back. "Those things aren't quite as helpful to relax though."
"Hm, I don't know." He hums, and stirs, and slowly flips onto his back so you're straddling his lap instead. "I think it could be helpful."
A/N: I really been getting into edging my fics lately
Warnings: A little angsty this fic but yknoooowww, logan is a manwhore, logan is handsy, reader has doubts and prob some unresolved trauma, love a man on his knees
The mansion was quiet tonight.
Most students went home for the holiday weekend, and those who stayed behind the others took the kids out to a nearby local festivals to blow off some steam from the semester and have some fun.
You opted to stay home tonight, looking forward to a peaceful night in. Having an empty mansion was a rare treat.
Correction.
Almost empty.
You were staring out from the kitchen through the glass sliding doors that led to the patio, out into the large freshly cut lawn. The night sky has settled in bathing the lawn and forests beyond in darkness, with only the moon and speckled glow of lightning bugs providing any light.
Lost in thought, with your arms wrapped around yourself. You watched heat lightning flash occasionally in the distance. The scent of your dinner filled the kitchen and brought you back into reality. A few blinks at your reflection in the glass and you realized you weren't alone.
You turned around, met with Logan's smile, and a quirk of his brow.
"Your dinner was burning." He says. "Daydreaming about something, sweetheart?"
"No." You reply softly, "Just thinking about stuff."
He briefly nods, stepping closer into your space. "Place still empty. Thought everyone would be back by now."
You shrugged and smiled. "Jubilee probably convinced Scott to stay for another hour."
"Yeah, which means we'll have the place to ourselves just a bit longer."
Slowly your smile faded as you looked up at him. He reached up to cup your cheek, but you turned away from his touch. Slowly, but obvious. His hand lingered in the air.
"So?" You ask after a brief glance to the floor. You looked up at him.
He sighs, pressing his hand against the glass behind you. He doesn't get any closer, but you could feel his body heat and his stare felt like it was burning right through you.
After a moment of silence, he finally talks again.
"You ever think about that kiss?"
"No." You answer quickly- way too quickly. Because you were thinking about it, just now as he showed up. If you didn't know better you would have thought he was a telepath. The twitch of his lip tells you he was hiding a smile at your answer. You pressed your lips together, forcing yourself not to look away from him and appear even more guilty. Likely a moot point though- He can hear your heart.
"You didn't like it?" He asks with a small tilt of his head towards you. There was a hint of humor in his voice.
"It's not that." You respond. "But you do a lot of kissing, don't you?"
You could see him become physically smaller at your words- and admittedly you enjoyed it.
There's been something between you and Logan and you can't figure it out. Because one moment he's an asshole, hurling insults to Scott, Charles, Hank- anyone in his way. Refusing to be apart of the team, he spent most nights away and not coming back until late mornings. Then, all of the sudden you've seemed to catch his attention- and you're not sure you want it.
No secret Logan was a regular Casanova. You've heard from both Ororo, Jean, even Emma about his flirtatious whims with them. No one ever took it serious, and neither did you when it became your turn.
There was a brief period where you almost did fall for his whims - He's charming, handsome, and has a way with his words. Only to realize you were just one of many.
You thought he'd move on when you quickly and forcefully shut him down. You're not interested in casual, or quick hook-ups- and especially not with your fellow X-men. The drama around here was already an all-time high, no reason to make it worse.
and maybe, you were also protecting yourself. You were no stranger to heartbreaks and Logan had potential of being your biggest one.
He didn't move on.
He got closer, and under your skin. Moments where he almost convinces you that he cares. Small touches, acts of kindness, soft and quiet conversations when no one else was around where he almost bares his heart to you but always backtracks.. Then it led to a kiss, during a dangerous mission where you both thought you wouldn't get out alive. He kissed you like his life depended on it and you let him and then you pushed him away and pretended everything was fine. Even though you could still taste the blood and dust on his lips even a month after that kiss. He got the message and followed your lead, until now.
"Is that why you want nothing to do with me? Because of my past?" His lips turn down, and his brows crease together into a familiar scowl. You could see the muscles of his arm tense up besides you.
"No." You say. "Because you refuse to commit- To anything, and anyone"
"You haven't given me a chance."
"Your actions say otherwise." You crossed your arms. It felt like a weak argument- but you weren't trying to justify it to Logan, just to yourself. Give yourself a reason to walk away. You don't want to be cruel either. "Look, Lo...I think you're great, you can be really sweet, and I value you here- I just think we'd be better off as just friends."
He clenches his jaw, staring you down- but it wasn't with anger. There was a hint of desperation in his eyes. You finally looked away because you thought if you kept looking at him, you'll break.
His arm dropped back to his side and for a moment you believed maybe he finally given up. It led to a sinking pit in your belly. The awkwardness and tension of the moment was unbearable and you wanted nothing more than to go back to your room and pretend nothing has happened- like always.
His hand grabbed your chin and made you look up at him.
"Give me a chance."
You felt your heart skip a beat. The pit in your stomach starts to close up with hope. You can't give in with just a few words though. You didn't say anything, just stared back at him- at his face that was making the biggest, most serious puppy eyes you could ever see a man make.
Your silence only steeled his resolve. He slowly moves and you thought he was moving away.
No
He went down onto his knees. Large hands resting over your thighs as he looks up at you like a man begging for mercy. He leans in close, so his chin rests against your belly.
"Logan-" You nearly laugh at the ridiculousness. "Get up."
"Not until you give me a chance sweetheart. See what you're doing to me?" His hands squeezed your thighs, softly moving up and down your legs until they go around to cup the back of your thighs. He's not smooth, you know what he's doing. "Making a man beg..." He clicks his tongue.
"People are going to walk in and see you- Us-!"
"Let em." He lowers his head, pressing his forehead against your belly. Your hands went to his shoulders, wanting to push him away but at the same time... "I know I'm a terrible man sweetheart." He mumbles into your shirt. "I never been one for sticking around, when you live as long as I do... You just accept it as fact but you-"
He tips his head up at you again. "You make me want to stay."
Your hands clung to the fabric of his shirt, an unconscious move you did in response to his words. You want him to stay too. He shares a moment of eye contact with you, reading your expression- probably trying to read your mind and figure out what you're thinking because your voice seems to have left you.
He continues on,
"I can take care of you." He lowers his head again, still looking up into yours eyes and his lips press into the fabric of your shirt, against your belly. He lowers, pressing a small trail of kisses down your shirt while still holding your stare.
"Lo..." You tried to regain your composure. "My dinner is going to get cold..." But you words weren't serious. A last ditch effort of distraction. Your body was buzzing with his words, his hands felt like comfort.
"I can make you happy, make ya feel good." His voice turns into a purr, it sends shivers through you. "We can have something good. Something real." He presses a kiss into the button of your jeans and it takes your breath away. One of his hand squeezed your thigh, the other moved to just linger over your ass, fingers barely flitting under your shirt to graze over your lower back- Trying in every way he can to touch you.
You want to give in, but you can't help but wonder. Is this all a game for him? What if he just wants sex? Sees you as something to win over- and once he's bored he'll drop you.
"How do I know you're serious?" You ask, your grip on his shirt still tight. He suddenly felt like a lifeline to you. If he lets go now, you're not sure how you'll fall.
Everybody told me love was blind - Then I saw your face and you blew my mind - Finally, you and me are the lucky ones this time
The first mistake you made was telling Wade Wilson anything.
The second mistake had been telling him you had a crush.
The third mistake had been admitting that crush was Logan Howlett.
The moment the words left your mouth, Wade stared at you for a solid five seconds before slowly lowering his chimichanga.
“Logan?”
You groaned immediately.
“Oh my God, forget I said anything.”
“No, no, no.” Wade pointed at you dramatically. “We’re not speeding past this. Logan? As in Wolverine? As in angry Canadian murder uncle? As in the human embodiment of ‘touch my fries and die’?”
“He is not that bad.”
Wade’s eyes widened.
“You’re already defending him.”
“I’m not—“
“You are.”
You buried your face in your hands.
“Sweetheart, love is blind, but don’t go walking into traffic.”
“Wade.”
“I’m serious. Don’t fall too hard.”
You rolled her eyes, at him.
But Wade looked genuinely concerned.
Which should have been your warning.
Because whenever Wade looked concerned, it usually meant he was about to make everyone’s life significantly worse.
Including yours.
⸻
A few days later, Remy had somehow ended up sitting beside you in the lobby.
Now, in the few months you had known him, Remy never just casually sat beside anyone.
That should have been warning number two.
“Hey, cher.”
“Hi?”
Remy glanced around suspiciously, then leaned closer.
“You got a thing for Wolverine, yeah?”
Your entire body froze, “…Wade.”
“Dat man got a mouth bigger than the Mississippi.”
“I’m going to kill him.” You said, burying your face into your hands again.
“Nah. Logan probably get there first.”
You blinked at the older man next to you, “What does that mean?”
Remy’s expression immediately became serious.
Too serious.
Suspiciously serious.
“Look, I ain’t saying dis to be mean.”
The moment someone says that, they’re absolutely about to be mean.
“He ain’t exactly easy.”
Your stomach sank.
“His Temper. He’s Stubborn. He pushes people away.”
That last one hurt your feelings a little.
Remy sighed dramatically.
“Man’s been through enough trauma to keep ten therapists employed.”
Over the next week there were comments, little comments, that seemed harmless comments. The worst kind of comments.
“Logan doesn’t really do relationships.”
“You know he likes being alone, right?”
“Guy’s got emotional walls taller than the Avengers Tower.”
“Actually, scratch that. The Avengers Tower got destroyed. Logan’s walls are still standing.”
The more you heard, the more stupid your crush felt.
Because maybe Wade was right. Maybe Logan was too complicated.
Too damaged and too impossible.
And you are just…you.
A woman living down the hall.
Someone who occasionally shared coffee with him in the mornings.
Someone who laughed at his rare jokes.
Someone who maybe looked for him every time you entered a room.
So you did the mature, adult thing…. you avoided him.
⸻
Day one was accidental. The second day was intentional. By the fourth day you were basically performing tactical military maneuvers.
If Logan entered the kitchen, you suddenly remembered you had laundry.
If he got on the elevator, you’d opt to take the stairs.
If you saw him in the courtyard you’d immediately find somewhere else to be.
At first you thought he didn’t notice but then you realized Logan noticed everything.
The problem was he didn’t say anything.
Not immediately at least.
Which somehow made it worse.
Because you’d kept catching him watching you.
⸻
Eight days later you were in the mailroom, standing near your box shuffling through your mail. Halfway through sorting them you heard the door shut behind you.
The click echoed through the room.
Something in your chest immediately tightened. You first thought wasn’t that you were probably gonna get murder, it was, “God don’t let this be Logan.”
Slowly you turned around. There he was, standing between you and the now closed door
“Hi,” you said weakly.
“Hi.”
The room felt suddenly very warm.
“What are you doing down here?”
Logan stared at her, tilting his head to the side.
For several painfully long seconds.
Then he spoke low, “Why are you avoiding me?”
Straight to the point.
No warning. No easing into it.
You immediately looked away, embarrassed
“I’m not.”
“Bullshit.”
Your head immediately snapped up to the much older man in front of you.
“You’re leaving rooms when I walk in.”
“I—”
“You take the stairs,”
“You noticed that?”
“I notice everything.”
Your stomach did a little flip you absolutely hated.
Because that wasn’t helping.
Not even a little.
“You’ve barely looked at me in over a week.” His voice was quieter now. Less like the frustrated Wolverine he is, to more hurt and sad.
And somehow that was infinitely worse.
You chose to stare at the floor, because looking at him felt dangerous.
“Yn, did I do something?”
The question hit harder than it should have.
Logan sounded genuinely concerned. Like he’d spent days trying to figure out what he’d done wrong.
Something twisted painfully inside her chest.
“No.”
“No?”
“No.”
“Then explain it to me.”
You couldn’t. How are you supposed to explain that you’d fallen for him?
How were you supposed to admit you’d started avoiding him because everyone convinced you that you never stood a chance?
Logan took a step forward.
The distance between them shrank.
Every nerve in you body became painfully aware of it.
“You talked to Wade.” His said more has a statement than a question.
Wincing, you chose not to respond.
Logan sighed, “Thought so.”
Your eyes widened. “He was trying to help.”
“He was trying to meddle.”
“Okay, yes.”
Logan pinched the bridge of his nose.
“And Remy?”
“…Maybe.”
“Unbelievable.”
A laugh slipped out from you.
Maybe everybody was right. Maybe love really was blind.
⸻
Logan stared at you hard.
At the woman who’d spent the last week running from him.
The woman he’d been thinking about far more than he should.
The woman who looked at him like he was something worth looking at.
He hated that because, after everything he’d lost…
After every timeline, every grave, every mistake.
He’d promised himself he wouldn’t do this again.
Wouldn’t care this much.
Wouldn’t want someone this badly.
Logan takes another step closer.
“What did they tell you?”
You look down at the envelopes in your hands.
“That you don’t let people get close.”
His jaw tightens. “Maybe that used to be true.”
You glance up.
“Why Logan?”
His hazel eyes lock onto your e/c.
For a moment, neither of you speaks.
Then he sighs.
“Because I like you.”
Your heart nearly stops.
“What?”
“I like you.”
You stare at him.
“You… like me?”
A small smile appears on his face.
“Yeah, sweetheart. You.”
You let out a nervous laugh.
“I spent days avoiding you.”
“I noticed. Darlin’, I’ve spent the last week trying not to follow you into every room you leave.”
Heat rushes to your cheeks.
His smile widens.
The silence between you feels softer and warmer now.
You study his face.
The face everyone warned you about.
The face you’ve been trying not to think about.
The face you’ve completely fallen for.
A smile tugs at your lips.
“Everybody told me love was blind.”
Logan lets out a quiet laugh.
“Yeah?”
You raised your arms around his neck.
“Then I saw your face and you blew my mind.”
For a second, Logan just looks at you.
Like he can’t believe you’re real.
Then he smiles. A real smile.
The kind reserved only for you.
You step closer.
“Finally, you and me are the lucky ones.”
His hand slides to your waist.
“Come here.”
You don’t need to be told twice.
Logan pulls you against him and kisses you and when he finally pulls away, his forehead rests against yours.
"Things i find extremely attractive" trend for Logan Howlett edition
"c'mere." and then he pulls you into him without another word
Logan isn't the type to ask for affection. Not because he doesn't want it. Because wanting things has rarely ended well for him.
So instead of asking, he simply appears. You'll be sitting at the desk hunching over work, standing in the kitchen making coffee, or talking with one of the others when suddenly there's a large, warm hand wrapping around your wrist.
A gentle tug.
"C'mere."
That's it. No explanation. No discussion.
The next thing you know, you're pressed against his side while you continue whatever you are doing.
As though being close to you is as necessary as breathing.
And if anyone points it out? He'll grumble something under his breath. But his arm never leaves your waist.
the way he always knows where you are
His senses make it impossible.
He can hear your heartbeat from across the mansion.Recognize your footsteps instantly.
Pick your scent out of a crowd of thousands. You stopped asking how he keeps finding you. The answer is simple.
He's always looking. Not in an obsessive way.
Just... Instinctively.
The same way people notice sunlight. The same way they look for home.
You'll walk into a room and his eyes immediately find yours. Every single time.
As though the rest of the world fades into background noise for him the moment you appear.
standing slightly in front of you whenever danger appears
The funny thing is Logan doesn't even realize he's doing it. The second a threat appears, his body reacts before his brain does.
A stranger gets too aggressive? He's already stepped forward.
A mission starts going sideways? He's positioned himself between you and the danger.
Someone raises their voice at you. Suddenly, they're looking directly into the eyes of a six-foot-tall mutant scowling to thwir face.
And Logan genuinely won't understand why everyone's nervous. Because to him it's natural. Protecting you feels as automatic as breathing.
watching you while you yap about something you love
He doesn't understand half of what you're saying.
Honestly he tried.
You could spend twenty minutes explaining art techniques for your weekly lesson plan, books, random facts, or whatever obsession currently owns your attention. Logan won't follow every detail. But he'll listen anyway. Not because he cares about the topic. Because he cares about you.
The way your eyes light up. The way your hands move when you're talking. The smile that appears when you're passionate about something.
Eventually you'll stop mid-sentence.
"You're not even listening, Howlett."
And he'll shrug. "Sure I am."
He absolutely was not. But he was paying attention to every expression on your face.
"Okay then repeat 4 things i just said to you." You said.
"I'm going for a run. Will be back with donuts." He turn away.
"It's 11pm, old man. Running where? Dumbass be saying things to stop me roasting you."
"Okay, you want glazed donuts and sprinkled cinnamon rolls, got it and sit tight." He yelled across the hallway.
"Get me four glazed donuts!" You shouted back.
holding your hand when nobody's looking
Public affection isn't really his thing. At least that's what he claims. Yet somehow your hands always end up finding each other.
Under restaurant tables. On movie nights. During long drives. Walking through crowded streets.
His fingers slide between yours so naturally it feels unconscious. Maybe it is.
Sometimes you'll glance down and realize he's been holding your hand for ten minutes without noticing.
Like he's become so accustomed to your presence that letting go simply doesn't occur to him anymore.
jealousy he refuses to admit exists
Logan Howlett is many things. Subtle is not one of them.
The problem is that he genuinely believes he's subtle. You'll spend five minutes talking to another man. Nothing unusual. Completely innocent.
Then the man, Logan appears out of nowhere from spot he lurks. Standing behind you a couple of feet away. Arms crossed. Scowl firmly in place.
Pretending he couldn't care less and but won't leave his eyes of you.
Later:
"Who was that?"
"Just a friend."
"Hm, haven't seen him before."
"Ah, he's my college alumni."
Five minutes later:
"Seemed real interested in you."
And there it is. The world's most obvious case of jealousy.
the rare smile he only gives you
Most people know Logan's smirk. His sarcastic grin.His occasional amused chuckle. Very few people know his real smile. The genuine one.
The soft one. The one that transforms his entire face.
It's not dramatic. It's actually incredibly small. A slight curve of his lips. Warm eyes. Relaxed shoulders.
But every time it appears, it feels like discovering buried treasure. Because you know how hard-earned it is.
How many years of pain exist behind it.
And somehow... Somehow you're one of the few people capable of bringing it out.
falling asleep beside you
Logan doesn't sleep easily. Hasn't for a very long time. Too many memories. Too many wars. Too many ghosts.
Yet somehow he sleeps better beside you than anywhere else. Maybe it's your breathing. Maybe it's your warmth. Maybe it's simply trust.
Whatever the reason, you'll often wake up to find him closer than when he fell asleep.
One arm draped across your waist. His face buried against your shoulder. Holding onto you even in sleep.
when he says your name
Nobody talks about this enough.
The way Logan says your name. The roughness in his voice. The affection hidden beneath decades of sarcasm.
The way it sounds different from everyone else's. It was softer. Warmer. More careful. Like it's something precious. Something he never wants to damage.
And on the rare occasions he's truly worried? When your name leaves his mouth in that low, frightened voice?
You realize just how much you mean to him.
Because Logan Howlett has survived wars, tragedies, and centuries of heartbreak. But the thought of losing you? That's the thing that genuinely terrifies him. (Gawdd this reminds me of the last chapter of his fic series.)
loving you despite convincing himself he shouldn't
Maybe this is the most attractive thing of all. Because Logan spends a very long time trying not to love you.
He tells himself you're too good for him. That he'll only hurt you. hat everyone he cares about eventually gets hurt.
So, He creates distance. Builds walls.
Pushes you away. Again and again.
But every time he tries to leave, he finds himself turning around. Coming back.
Choosing you. Because eventually the truth becomes impossible to ignore. You aren't his another temporary chapter. You aren't someone he'll forget. You became his home.
And after spending most of his life wandering, fighting, and surviving.. Home is the one thing Logan Howlett could never walk away from.
