Delulu in Logan Howlett arms

Mia | she/her 📚Procastinate writer📚 [darlin' of Logan & Bucky 🫠]

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“You didn’t complain that much while I was on your lap.”✿ request Bucky Barnes x black widow Fem!Reader

Golden chaos Congressman Bucky

Imaginary? No, he is real. request. Leopold Mountbatten

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✦ASHES BEHIND US winter soldier x black widow fem!reader ▞ series

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✦ untitled one shot -Logan x mutant fem!reader Logan babysit kids in mansion ◎ (fluff)

✦ untitled one shot Logan x mutant fem!reader : Logan falling out of love with you ◎

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The amount of Jack Abbot fics that i bookmarked on ao3 and liked on Tumblr are very UNHEALTHY.

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What if i write Jack Abbot fic and female attending.....

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X-MEN (2000) dir. Bryan Singer

[unlikeable-female-character]

Weapon X and Reader - part one

The very brief flashback we get of Logan in X2 where he's remembering what happened to him at Alkali Lake really captures the visceral horror of what was done to him. As much as I love the campy tomfoolery of Origins, they way they handled this didn't show how horrific something like this would surely be. Especially when Logan is breaking free - those few seconds of him being absolutely horrified by what has been done to him, not knowing what to do with his hands, the blood...so good.

Anyway....this fic is a bit of a what happened after he escaped.

Warnings: none, mentions of blood, pain.

****

This was just what you needed. A few weeks away, a beautiful cabin in the woods, lots of walks, decompressing.  So when you heard a crash downstairs in the middle of the night, your body flooded with every ounce of stress and anxiety you’d managed to get rid of in an instant. You sat up in bed, shaking and trying to keep your breathing steady. Failing. You didn’t want to switch on the light but you figured whoever it was would know that there was someone here anyway, so it made no difference. You reached for your phone, getting ready to call the police but when you looked at the screen – no service. Something you’d loved for the past five days but now… 

Another crash. Then…a moan? A moan of pain. And was that crying?   You knew you shouldn’t, every fibre of your being was telling you not to, but you pushed back the covers and shifted to the edge of the bed. Slipping your boots on, you walked as softly as you could to the door. Of course it creaked when you opened it. You might as well have let off an air horn to give the intruder every chance to locate you. You waited, expecting whoever it was to run upstairs but no one came.   You opened the door fully and stepped out onto the landing.  You stood and listened. You could hear a whimpering. Was it an animal, maybe? A bear or something that had broken in? Injured and disoriented with pain?  You stepped towards the stairs and slowly made your way down them.  

Halfway down the stairs you saw that had made the noise and it made you gasp out loud.  

Slumped in the middle of the rug in the large open lounge was a man. Naked, legs and feet covered in dirt and grime. And blood.  Blood over his torso, his arms and hands. He was breathing rapidly and was staring at his hands. Hands, out of which jutted knives. You blinked then looked again.  He wasn’t just holding the knives, they were coming out from between his knuckles. The blood, you assumed, was from where the knives had pierced through the skin. It didn’t look like he really knew what to do with his fingers.  They were splayed, and he didn’t seem to want to move them, lest he cut himself. His eyes were wide, scared.  

You walked all the way down the stairs and stood looking at him.  

‘Are you okay?’ you asked, realising it was the stupidest thing in the world you could have said.  

The man’s head whipped around, his eyes focusing on you.  

‘Help me…’ he whimpered then passed out.  

*** 

The man finally came around, jerking awake, disorientated and confused.  You couldn’t move him other than to put him into the recovery position, so you’d found a blanket and pillow and tried to make him as comfortable as possible.  You’d jumped away when you noticed the blades in his hands retracting slowly back into his arms.  You watched as the cuts between his knuckles healed and the bleeding stopped.  As you tucked the blanket around him, you wondered what the hell had happened.  He was obviously a mutant but this guy, those blades - that didn’t seem like it was an entirely natural part of any mutation he may have had or that you’d ever heard about.  It didn’t seem like he was entirely used to them either. 

He sat up, looking wildly around the room.  You knelt on the floor, a little way from him and made sure to talk in a low, calm voice. 

‘Hey, you’re okay.  You’re inside and you’re safe,’ you said.  He looked at you.  He was handsome, even with his hair sweated slick to his head and face, a face bracketed by thick mutton chops.  He wore a set of dog tags around his neck.  You’d taken a look at them while he was out cold.  Logan they said, and Wolverine, and a number.  You assumed that Wolverine was a code name, the number being his army number.  You told him your name. 

‘Yours is Logan, right?’ you said, pointing at the tags. 

He looked down at his chest, taking the tags up in shaking fingers, still covered in blood. 

‘Yeah....’ he said, his voice rough, unsure. 

‘Can you tell me what happened?’ 

He looked at you. 

‘I...I don’t know.’ 

You moved a little closer. 

‘That’s alright.  How about we try and get you cleaned up? I can see if there are any clothes here that would fit you.  This isn’t my house, I'm just staying here, but I can take a look. Then maybe we can call someone?’ 

At that his head whipped up and he looked terrified. 

‘No!’ 

‘Okay, okay that’s fine,’ you soothed, ‘let’s just focus on cleaning you up first, alright?’ 

He nodded.  You stood and went to help him up.  He was heavy, unusually so.  While he was tall and muscular, there was a denseness to him that felt alien, not a weight that came from his natural shape and size.  As he stood, he wobbled slightly and you found yourself taking him around the waist.  It was not lost on either of you that he was still very naked.  Once he got his footing you started to move, only holding onto his arm. 

‘There’s a bathroom downstairs, just over there.’ 

You headed towards a short hallway, and there for the bathroom.  You sat him on the toilet seat while you ran some water into the tub.   You didn’t think he would be able to stand up under a shower without help.  You helped him to the bath and helped him to step into it.  He sank down into the water, a small sigh escaping from him.  You passed him a washcloth and some soap, putting a bottle of shampoo on the side of the bath. 

‘Give me a shout if you need any help,’ you said.  The man, Logan, just nodded. 

You went back to the lounge.  It was daylight now, nearing 6am.  Your eyes felt gritty and you rubbed at them.  You should probably go and get dressed yourself, then make something to eat.  Then...what?  What were you supposed to do with this strange naked mutant who had broken into your holiday cabin?  First, you needed to find him some clothes.  You hoped that there might be something in one of the other rooms.  Indeed, a few minutes searching around garnered a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt.  You knocked then popped your head around the door of the bathroom and left them on the floor.  Logan was laying back in the bath, clean now, hair washed and slicked back from his face, eyes closed, one hand rubbing at his temples.  You shut the door and left him to it. 

*** 

By the time he emerged, you’d dressed and were just pouring some coffee.   

‘Thanks,’ he said as he padded to the kitchen, ‘for all this.’ 

You pushed a cup over to him and a glass of water and motioned for him to sit down. 

‘Not a problem,’ you smiled. 

Logan quirked a brow and took a sip of the coffee. 

‘It’s a pretty big problem.  Thank you for not calling the police.’ 

You sat down opposite him. 

‘Not much service around here and besides, it was clear you needed help, not to be arrested.’ 

‘Even so.  I’ll drink this and be on my way.’ 

You looked at him. 

‘And where would that be?’ you asked. 

His brow furrowed. 

‘I don’t know.’ 

‘What do you know?’ you continued, ‘what happened to your hands?  You were wielding some pretty heavy metalwork when I found you.’ 

Logan put his hands in his lap, looking down at them, seemingly ashamed. 

‘Weren’t you scared?’ he said towards them. 

‘Yes.  But you seemed just as scared of them.’ 

He glanced up at you. 

‘They didn’t used to be metal,’ he said simply. 

It was clear that Logan wasn’t sure what had happened to him beyond that.  He wasn’t sure of much.  He just remembered blood and pain and running.  He’d come across this house and forced his way in. 

‘I didn’t know anyone was here,’ he said, ‘not sure I was really thinking clearly.’ 

You’d have been more concerned if the naked bloody man with knives in his hands had been thinking clearly.  

‘Are you hungry?’ 

Logan nodded.  

‘Starving.’ 

You’d not bought many groceries with you but had been planning to go into town today to get more.  Even so, there was enough to put together some sandwiches. As you worked at the counter, you glanced back at him. He was examining his hands. You watched as he made a fist and the three blades shot out from his knuckles. He let out a grunt, you couldn’t imagine how painful it must have been.  You watched as he ran a finger along the edge of one of them. The cut on his fingertip disappeared almost immediately.  

‘Is that your mutation?’ you asked.  

He looked at you.  

‘Yeah.’ 

‘Useful.’ 

Logan retracted the claws with a sharp hiss.  

‘Most blessings are actually a curse,’ he muttered.  

You put a plate in front of him and he took a huge bite from the sandwich.  

‘You said they didn’t used to be metal,’ you said, pointing at his hands, ‘what did they used to be?’ 

Logan swallowed and flexed his hand again.  

‘Bone. Bone claws.’ 

Bone claws and accelerated healing.  Neat.  

Or…not. You watched Logan eating.  Everyone assumes that having a superpower or something like that would be a brilliant thing but from where you were sitting, it looked like a burden. 

‘Why does your tag say Wolverine?’  

He touched where they lay under his t-shirt.  

‘I was a soldier. Am a soldier. It’s what they called me.’ 

You pondered this. If he was military, did that mean he was AWOL? Were you going to be having military police showing up at your door?  

‘Did they do this to you?  The army?’ 

‘I think so. I might…I think I let them.’ 

‘Why would you do that?’ You asked. 

He let out a short laugh.  

‘Been trying to work that one out myself, sweetheart.’ 

Logan finished the sandwich and sat back in his chair.  

‘You said you’re just staying here?’  

‘Yeah. Just a couple of weeks' vacation. Been hiking and getting some good air in my lungs.’ 

He nodded a little.  

‘Bit unusual for a gal like you?’ 

‘A gal like me?’ You asked quirking a brow.  

He blushed a little and you laughed.  

‘I just meant…wouldn’t you rather be baking on a beach somewhere?’ 

‘No,’ you shook your head, ‘I needed peace and quiet and a lack of other people. Present company accepted.’ 

‘Sorry to intrude.’ 

You looked at him.  

‘You needed help,’ you said simply.  

‘I’m grateful for that,’ he said after a while, ‘but I really shouldn’t stay.’ 

No, he probably shouldn’t but you could only repeat your previous question – where was he going to go? 

You knew that you should have called the authorities the second you found him, and if not then, you should have done it by now.  And yet you didn’t.  You also knew that letting a strange man, a strange mutant, into this house was not wise, but looking at him now you couldn’t turn him out.  He looked exhausted, haunted even.  Something had happened to him, something clearly traumatic.  What sort of asshole would you be if you threw him out now?  Chances are he’d end up in custody somewhere, shipped off back to the army where they would do God knows what else to him.   

‘My grandfather was a mutant,’ you said after a long silence.  Logan looked up at you, ‘he could control electricity.  Neat party trick,’ you smiled, ‘but he was ashamed of it.  Never really talked to anyone about it, except me.’ 

‘Why you?’ 

‘I think he thought I was like him,’ you said sadly, ‘I’m not, but I used to wish I was.  So, I’m not scared of you being a mutant.  I know how much it took from my grandfather to be ‘acceptable’’ you made quotes in the air, ‘and I know how much it hurt him when people shunned him for something he couldn’t help.  I’ve got another week or so here, should be time for us to figure something out, do you think?’ 

Logan looked, and felt, pathetically grateful.  All he could remember was being out in the snow, naked, finding this place and now...you.  Someone who wasn’t flinching from him, wasn’t scared and wasn’t trying to hurt him.  He still felt cautious, he wasn’t entirely sure he could trust you, but he wasn’t sure he could trust anyone anymore. 

‘Thank you,’ he said, ‘I appreciate that.’ 

You smiled.  First point of order was to try and find him some more clothes, some shoes and then maybe try and get some sleep. 

‘There’s another room,’ you said, directing Logan to the smaller bedroom, ‘make yourself comfortable and I’ll go and see if I can hunt out some more clothes.’ 

‘Thanks,’ he said, sitting down on the bed. 

By the time you returned, he was laying down, fast sleep, snoring softly.  He twitched slightly, like a dog did when it slept, making little noises, yelps and groans.  You placed the clothes on top of the dresser and closed the door. 

[medusas-daughter]

Of course they don’t like Milly Alcock’s Supergirl. She’s a grown ass woman with zero love interests who spends the movie saving her dog, casually dismantling a sex trafficking ring while she’s at it, and preaching the importance of being good, not nice or smiley or cheerful but good. I for one adored the movie and I really hope I’ll get to see more of Alcock’s Supergirl she’s now my favorite iteration of her and I love her so dearly.

[lostinlovingrevery]

Nose-To-Nose

Logan Howlett X Reader Blurb

Warnings: kinda cheesy

"You're nose is so cute."

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."

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logan howlett (marvel) | masterlist -> pinterest // writing tag // main list

— brown eyed girl — wildflowers — during the autumn — sunshine

— a soft place to land — at the carnival — the night sky — the library — his dog tags

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Logan Howlett's 5 Love Languages

This might have been proof read, but i cant remember :)

Logan Howlett x Reader

I am a firm believer that every love language is given and received in some capacity in relationships. With Logan it is absolutely no different. In order form least to greatest, in my opinion, Logan's love languages are: gift giving, words of affirmation, quality time, acts of service, and physical touch.

Gift giving:

I believe that Logan loves to receives gifts from you… eventually. When you first gave him a gift (before you all had started dating) he was very hesitant to accept it. You were being nice to him and that usually ended poorly for the people being nice to him. He just told you to keep it and left you standing in your tracks. He was surprised to later find a bag sitting on his doorstep. He begrudgingly took the gift inside, but didn’t open it for a couple of days. When he finally opened the gift bag, it revealed a small key chain with an 'L' on it. You had seen him in the hall with two keys in his hand. Both of them were separate from each other.

When you saw him pull out his mail key then shove it back into his pocket in favor of his house key you stopped. "How do you keep track of them? It two separate keys."

"It's just two keys," he said quizzically. The look you gave him was blank for a second and then you shook your head, going into your house with a small smile.

When he saw the key chain and remembered the front porch interaction, he felt a pang of endearment in his chest.

Words of affirmation:

It was going to be a rough day for Logan. He woke up with the voices in his head being stronger than his ability to ignore them. All of his failures were on the forefront of him mind and he had only been awake for ten minutes.

You rolled toward him, stretching your arm around his midsection and kissing the back of his shoulder. He felt you murmur something against his back but it didn’t register. "What'd ya say, baby?"

"I said 'how's my beautifully incredible husband doing this morning?'" This caused a small smile to form on Logan's lips and his brain to be turn down a notch.

Throughout the day, it was like you knew that he was in his head. You were showering his with verbal praise.  "You're treat me so well, honey." "I'm so lucky to have you." "You're such a good friend." It was helping hush his thoughts.

The one that silenced his brain completely came when y'all were sitting on your couch, you reading a book with your feet in Logan's lap and him watching tv absentmindedly stroking your legs. You gently tapped him with your foot until he was looking at you. He was met with your smiling face as when he turned his head. "You know you're doing really well and I'm proud of you."

He stared at you long after you went back to reading your book. When he has a hard day, hearing you just be kind to him calms him down. And the fact that you love him despite his flaws lets him know your words are true.

Quality time:

Once he got past the "I'm not good for you. Stay away from me" mindset, I firmly believe that Logan will make any excuse just to be around you. And I mean like you're taking a shower and he's in there. Not in the shower. He is just sitting on the toilet so that he can talk to you.

The knock on the door wasn't heard over your music until it got a little bit more persistent. You gave a quick "yes" to come in and he gingerly peeks his head in the door, "can I come in?" you pop your head around the edge of the shower curtain and gave a small smile and nod. "Come on in, baby."

You expected Logan to start taking articles of clothing off and join you in the shower, so it was a surprise when he lowered the toilet lid and sat down on it, "You're not getting in?" You cocked an eyebrow at him.

"I already showered this morning. And you're shaving your legs I know you need some room for that," he leaned back against the toilet and spread his legs out. "Just wanted to talk to you."

You closed the shower curtain and chuckled as Logan began to rattle off questions to you.

He is also a sucker for sitting beside you doing nothing. You can both be doing your own thing and he can enjoy just being in your presence. Like you're both sitting with the TV on, a show that you and Logan have started together but never seem to pay attention to, and you've both ended up scrolling on your phones. You remove your feet from Logan's lap and make a move to stand up, making him perk up. "Where ya going?"

"Just going to pee and then getting a snack." you stood fully and kissed his head. "Do you want something?"

"Just for you to make it quick," He settled back into the couch, looking up at you, satisfied that you wouldn't be gone long, "wouldn't want you to miss too much of the show."

"If I didn't know any better, it seems like you're gonna miss me." "You could say that."

Acts of service:

Logan's boss had been on him about production. You had been working 15 hour days. You listened to his spiel at breakfast and he listened to yours. After breakfast you handed Logan his lunch box. You mentioned you were able to come home early today and would be crashing as you had to prepare for another early morning the next day. He promised he'd be quiet when he got home and gave you a kiss as you both headed out of the door.

As promised, he was damn near silent when he entered your home. The first thing he noticed was that every light was off aside from the one above the stove and the light in your shared bedroom. The light above the stove illuminated a lidded pot. Opening the lid, his favorite entrée was revealed. Initially he was thankful for the meal because he was starving, even after his huge lunch that you so graciously packed for him. (I swear this man has a huge appetite). His gratefulness was increased ten fold when he remembered that you were not a fan of his favorite dish, though you made it so well.

On the lid in his hands, he noticed a post-it note: 'Sides are in the oven. You don’t have to produce anything tonight. ♥"

Even dead tired you still took the time to make him a meal that you knew he would enjoy. Logan felt his shoulders relax and his heart warm.

Physical touch:

Sounds cliché but he has had so much violence in his life that when it comes to your gentle hands… Lord does he just melt. From scratching his scalp while you guys are lying down to you wrapping your arm around his while you're walking to placing your head on his shoulder while you're sitting and watching tv.

Logan had explained to you that he was a mutant, the Wolverine, and that he had claws. He gave you the whole rundown of Stryker's experiments and how that gave his claws and skeleton a metal coating. He told you all about his war escapades and his time with the X-Men. At the end of his speech, he revealed his claws.

You were silent for a moment and looked at his hands. You held out your hand and looked at Logan, asking for permission to touch him. He gave a small nod and you raised your hands to his, dragging your fingertips along the topside of the claws. You poked the end gently, like an idiot, and felt the sharp sting. Logan just looked at you and cocked his eyebrow with a 'really?' expression. You placed your finger in your mouth to collect the blood droplet.

You nodded for a moment and then your eyebrows shot up, "Is that why you're so fucking heavy when you lay on me?!"

All Logan could do was chuckle as he retracted his claws and kiss you. But he noticed from that point forward, you made extra efforts to touch and hold his hands.

When you are sitting and watching TV, you're absentmindedly stroking over his knuckles. Grocery shopping, your hand is draped on top of his on the cart. Making dinner together, you're taking an extra long time to grab the spoon from him, making sure your hands connect. He is in love with it. Who would have thunk it; Mr. Big Bad Logan Howlett, the Wolverine, is an AVID hand holder.

You distinctly remember the time you both were making dinner and he hand-fed you a pepper from your stir fry. You quickly chomped down on the pepper and smiled at him grabbing his hand and placing a kiss on his knuckles. You could see his brain short circuiting as his face turned a deep red.

[lostinlovingrevery]

Stay In My Corner

Logan Howlett X F! Reader

Series Masterlist

Yours and Logan's story has been a long one - and it's not over yet

A/N: Hi yeah this was a Old Man Logan fix-it fic that I've been working on for awhile and just kept adding to it and decided to make it a series <3 Warning: Love story-based plot, angst, fluff, smut, time skips (past and present), canon-typical violence, mentions of pregnancy and miscarriage, injuries, character deaths, individual warnings will be added on each chapter! Reader is mutant, and a doctor, but no physical descriptions or power is used Divider by @saradika-graphics <3 Also, huge shoutout to @damimami1994 who has listened to me yap about this fic (amongst many lol) and has given me ideas and advice with it was well! <3

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

More tbd....

[lostinlovingrevery]

If You'll Allow Me

Logan Howlett X Reader

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.

"I'll prove it to you. If you'll allow me."

[lokinks]

UM KNOCK KNOCK HELLO? did you forget to write..

"To be continued"

BECAUSE I NEED THE NEXT PARTTTT AGHHHHHHHHH

[drysdaledaydream]

𝓛𝓾𝓬𝓴𝔂 𝓞𝓷𝓮𝓼 - 𝐿𝑜𝑔𝒶𝓃 𝐻𝑜𝓌𝓁𝑒𝓉𝓉 (𝒟&𝒲)

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.

Nothing special.

Certainly nothing worth Logan Howlett’s attention.

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.

Both of you smiling.

Both of you breathless.

And somewhere upstairs, Wade suddenly freezes.

“…Why do I feel like Logan’s about to kill me?”

Because he is… just later.

[lokinks]

This is so cute

[lokinks]

Gues, who has got the flu since Monday and starts to dry cough today. FUCK THE ALLERGY!

[lostinlovingrevery]

Nesting Instincts

Logan Howlett X Pregnant! Reader

A/N: found buried in my drafts. enjoy ! Warnings: Pregnant reader, logan being overbearing (but we love it), lovely fluff

"What do you think you're doing?"

You froze at the sound of Logan's voice. You slowly turned around, laundry basket in hands as you stare back at him like a deer caught in headlights. You press your lips together to regain your composure and straighten your shoulders.

"Uh…Laundry?"

He walks towards you, brows furrowed, eyes moving down to the basket you carried in front of you. Slowly he takes it from your hands, revealing your very pregnant belly. He sets the basket on his hip. Then gives you a scornful look.

"I can't do laundry now!?" You exclaimed, throwing your arms out before they fall back at your side.

"No. Go rest." He says firmly.

"I've rested plenty." You scoffed, but your hands go over your belly. "I expect those to be separated, washed on the proper cycle, dried, and folded properly by the way," You comment as you saunter/waddle past him. You look down at your belly and quietly muttering as you walk further away from Logan, who was staring at your back. "Your father is becoming a pain in my ass."

"Hey!"

You quickly waddled out of the hallway and away from Logan before he could lecture you again. You love the man, honestly, but ever since you've got pregnant he's been nothing but a mother hen. Which honestly isn't such a bad thing, considering you're being waited on hand and foot- but you can't do a damn thing now without his shadow lurking over you. Doesn't help when he can hear everything you're doing too.

When you both first found out you were pregnant, it was nothing but happiness. Initial shock, and the usual worries that come with parenthood, but for the most part joyful that another baby was going to be running around the mansion, seeing Scott's and Jeans little boy just turned one at the time.

Then Logan started picking up some strange habits- habits that you eventually called his "nesting" instincts which he didn't like very much.

First it was just the random pillows that was appearing in your shared bed. It was just an extra one, then two, then one night you climbed into bed and there were six extra pillows, alongside the usual four split between you and Logan. Blankets started appearing too, quilts and soft throws that usually were kept in closets as spares were showing up in your bed, and on the small loveseat in your shared bedroom. When you asked Logan about it, he just shrugged and claimed he thought you'd like the extra pillows to keep you comfy. Then started to insist on getting you tucked in every night.

You told him there was enough pillows and blankets, and you appreciated the thought (even though you weren't even showing yet, and didn't need the extra support). Yet still, pillows tend to magically appear throughout the span of your pregnancy. You're not sure where he's getting them. He even ended up buying one of the big pregnancy pillows that wrap around your body- You weren't sure how he even knew those existed but Jean must have told him. Then he complained about said pillow because he couldn't cuddle close to you since it blocked him from you.

The other habit, one you couldn't really complain about. He began storing food in your bedroom. Random snacks popping up, sitting by your bedside table, or on the dresser. Eventually a drawer had become a dedicated place for him to store snacks for you in. You had to tell him to stop stealing food from the pantry but then you noticed he had snatched some of the strawberry creme rolls so you haven't said a word since and your midnight cravings are almost always indulged in because of that drawer. (Except for the times you want a sirloin steak, or fast food, but Logan never says no, and like a good man- fetches your requests)

He's also been nonstop working on both your bedroom, and the baby's future room. He's already built a crib, insisting he doesn't trust the modern furniture of today. It took you months to convince him to at least buy the changing table and that strollers are not dangerous.

Even though the baby will be sleeping in your room for at least half a year, if not longer, he's been decorating and redecorating the room. Rearranging it, as well as re-painted it 5 times, and also constantly re-securing the dresser and other furniture to the wall so they won't tip despite you reminding him the kid won't even be able to lift their head when they're born.

Adding to that, he's become extremely protective. Not that he already wasn't, but the last time you went to the store with him an old lady came up and touched your belly without asking and began cooing about your pregnancy. Of course, you didn't really like anyone touching you without permission but your politeness ruled over your comfort. However you did have to physically elbow Logan in the stomach when you heard him growling low in his throat and scowling at the woman. It was too late though as she quickly removed her hand and took off, shooting Logan confused and slightly horrified look.

Even poor Hank, who did get your permission to touch your belly wasn't spared of Logan's scowls when he happened to turn the corner at the exact moment and saw Hank's hand on you. You couldn't bring yourself to lecture him about that though, you kinda like the protectiveness.

You're due in 5 weeks, and according to Hank, Jean, and your OBGYN you should be on bed-rest until delivery. Logan has taken that as seriously as he could- meaning he rather see you physically in bed 24/7 until the baby comes. You however, cannot stand sitting in one place, leading to many situations like before where he catches you (he always does) trying to be productive.

You ended up back in your bedroom, taking a seat in the rocker chair that was gifted to you by Jean. You quickly found yourself much more tired than you realized, so you rested your eyes, slowly rocking the chair back and forth that began to lull you to sleep.

You heard the door click open, and open your eyes to see Logan walking in. You lifted your head and raised a brow as he crossed the room to you.

Leaning forward, his hands braced on the arms of the rocker and looked down at you.

"Need anything?" He asks. You smiled,

"No."

He sighs, leans over to kiss your forehead. "I know you're going crazy, but you gotta relax a little more darling. Soon it's all we want is to be able to relax when the little one comes around."

"I know." You say. "I think….I think I'm nervous about everything. I tried talking to Jean, hoping maybe she would make me feel better but…" You give him an expression that he's seen soldiers carry on battlefields. "She didn't."

He chuckles but quickly stops himself. He kneels down in front of you, grabbing your hands and kissing both of them. "I'll be right by your side the entire time. It'll be okay-"

"Easy for you to say, you're not pushing a baby out. And if you were you'd just heal up so fast-"

He laughs, "I know, I know…" He squeezes your hand. "If I could do it for you-"

"Seahorses do."

"What?"

"The male seahorses carry the babies. Pregnancy and everything. They also give birth." You continue. "The females kinda run off and do their thing but I wouldn't do that."

"Uh…" Logan nodded, a bit befuddled by your random fact but carries on in attempt to support you. "Well, if I was a seahorse I would carry the baby and give birth for you-"

"Well I don't want you to think that I don't like doing this or anything I'm just a little nervous."

Logan drops his head onto your knees in defeat. You started to laugh. "Sorry,"

"Don't apologize." He leans up to kiss your cheek, his stubble tickling you. Then leans down to kiss your belly. "Everything will be alright, love." He reassures, his hand grabbing yours and squeezing it as he looks back up at you with an expression full of wonder and love. "I didn't think I'd ever get something like this, with you- and like hell I won't let anything happen to us."

[lostinlovingrevery]

If You'll Allow Me

Logan Howlett X Reader

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.

"I'll prove it to you. If you'll allow me."

[lokinks]

I'm actually running dry of ideas for so long...what kind of spin off or short fic you would like to see of Logan or Bucky.... or Pointdexter😶‍🌫️