summary: you've been together for months, but how will he react when you forget to shave?
warnings: no smut but still nsfw
word count: 958
His touches make it feel like electricity is coursing through your whole body. Logan’s is simultaneously rough and delicate, his actions contradicting themself and leaving you all worked up.
You and Logan were supposed to be watching a movie tonight but he just can’t control himself around you. You were trying really really hard to focus on the movie but he made this an impossible task. The way he was rubbing tender circles on your thighs, inching further and further to your heat every once in a while, was driving you insane. His strong hands hold you in such a delicate grasp that fills your whole body up with a familiar warmth.
As the movie continued you could tell that Logan’s focus was tuned more onto you than the screen. The touches are slowly getting more impatient. Logan has your body memorized, cherishing every crevice and dip of your body.
The TV lights flicker in the dark, illuminating your features. Your eyebrows are ever so slightly scrunched as you pretend to pay attention to the movie. Logan stares at you with amazement, he will forever be in awe of your beauty. He inches towards you and wraps his arm around you, pulling you in closer. At this point Logan isn't even trying to hide the fact that he's not watching the movie anymore. Then you feel soft pecking on your neck and jaw, causing your breath to hitch. No one needs superhuman abilities to hear how fast your heart is beating.
“Do y’know how pretty you are, sweetheart?” Logan whispers to you.
You turn your head to respond to him, but the second that you open your mouth, his lips are attached to yours. Heavy hands wrap around your whole body, holding you tight. The kiss is passionate yet tender. Logan’s actions are a reflection of how badly he needs you.
Warmth radiates through your whole body. Without thinking your thighs rub together, attempting to give you any form of satisfaction. Noticing this, Logan places his hand behind your head as he guides you to lay down on the couch. Never breaking the kiss. His big hands continue to explore your body with a sense of hunger. The kisses quickly go from tender to rough. You place your hands behind his neck and wrap your legs around him. Logan groans into your mouth at the feeling of your warm body on his. Your panties get damp at that sound alone. And just like that he grinds down on you, both of your clothed centers rubbing on each other. Logan knows how to leave you feeling worked up. As the feeling of pleasure is taking over you, you whimper out his name with a soft sigh.
“Mmm you sound so pretty,” Logan says with a needy tone. “Need you s’ bad.”
A tug on your pants lets you know how eager he is. This feeling of your pants beginning to come off makes you jolt in embarrassment. After remembering that you didn't shave, your whole body is filled with nerves. Breaking the kiss, Logan instantly senses your body’s reaction. He looks down at you with a concerned gaze as he rubs comforting circles on your arm.
“Something wrong, darlin’?” He asks you. “Y’know you can always tell me if something is bothering you?”
Some men hate when you don't shave and some men say they don't mind it, when in reality they do. Its only been a few months with him but to avoid any issues you always shaved. Your fear of Logan’s reaction electrified your senses.
“It's just…I didn't really have the time..” You avoid eye contact in embarrassment before you responded. “I’ve just been pretty busy lately and I forgot to properly clean up…”
You look back at Logan only to find a confused look written all over his face. A horn must've grew out the middle of your forehead the way he was staring at you.
“I just haven't shaved and so maybe we should do this another time y’know?” You answer.
Just like that his confusion is wiped away and replaced with small laughter. Oh God. This is pure humility. You just confessed that and he was giggling? Just simply laughing at you? You instantly regret even telling him that much.
“Sweetheart,” Logan says with a chuckle, “I've been alive for over 200 years and you really think I can't handle a little bit of hair?”
Your eyes are drawn back to him as you listen.
“I don't know about any of those boys you've been with but I'm a man. I could give less of a fuck how you choose to present yourself to me, as long as it's you I'm fine.” He assures you, “In all honesty, if someone is giving that much of theirself to me, and I stop to worry about some hair, then I’ve gotta have some issues, angel.”
As simple as that, all humility leaves your body instantly. His words are genuine and comforting. Making you feel desired comes easy to Logan.
With a low tone he asks you, “You hear me? I want you no matter what. I will never let anything as miniscule as hair stop me from loving you. You got that?”
You cup his face in your hands as you stare up at him. The love he has for you makes your entire body tingle. His rough mutton chops rub between your fingers as you admire him. With a small nod you respond to him.
“Mmmkay” is all you can manage to get out under his gaze.
Logan grins as he hovers over you while placing sweet kisses on your collarbone, “Lemme just show you how much all that doesn't matter to me, sweet thing.”
Summary: Logan Howlett x Fe!Reader -> Logan shows up for you even when you think you don't need him.
Disclaimer: Lot of angst, reader has painful flashbacks and finds out about her hidden past. Mentions of torture and being experimented on. Happy ending of sorts. Logan shows up for the reader -- kind of more on a platonic level but could be interpreted as more. Not Proof Read.
You’d been standing in melting snow for fifteen minutes.
Wrapped up warm from a tank, long sleeve top, zipper hoodie, leather jacket, jeans, thermal socks and boots, the snow and the cold air wasn’t making its way into your skin. But there was still a chill.
All around you it was as if no time had passed at all. The door had rusted a little with time, but its green colour still remained. Weeds still sprung up around the edge of the grass patches outside. The netting around the grounds couldn’t be used anymore, but they were still there.
Your nose was already turning red from the cold air, and the tips of your fingers were starting to feel the chill, but it still didn’t equal anything you were feeling inside.
You sniffed and took a few steps back, looking at the same concrete blocks you’d looked at for almost two years. Then you looked up and took a breath.
You could still hear the noises, see the lab coats running around, hear the whirring of machines and the screams of all those who were tested before you, and after you.
Yet you survived.
“Are you going in, or did you just plan to stand out in the cold all day?”
Your head whipped to the right and you were met with Logan walking towards you. You hadn’t even heard him before he spoke.
“What are you doing here?” You asked, looking around before looking back at him.
“Freezing my ass off.” He answered. “Relax, no one else is here. It’s just me. So, this is it then?”
He took a look over the building in front of you as he stood beside you. You didn’t know what to say but your emotions landed on annoyed. A stall halt in your breathing forced you to look away from him and back at the building.
“Yeah, this is it,” you said. “How did you-”
“Rogue. She saw you leave this morning.” Logan told you honestly.
“Oh.”
Logan stayed with you in the short silence that followed.
“Why are you here, Logan?”
He could lie, he could be sarcastic. But he opted for the truth.
“I’ve done this once before, on my own,” he said. “I figured I wouldn’t let you go through the same thing. You don’t have to do everything alone.”
You knew that was true, but despite being alive for decades, you still hadn’t come to fully accept the concept for yourself. You were there for everyone else; they just couldn’t be there for you.
“I don’t know what’s gonna be in there, or how it’s going to affect me,” you warned him.
In recent months, your persistent headaches have been getting more vicious. From the odd dull ache behind one of your eyes, to full blow migraines that would make you want to sleep for months, if you could even get to sleep. All the while small noises and pictures would flash across your mind.
On the rare occasion you did get some sleep, you’d wake because of a nightmare. Well, that you had thought was a nightmare until two weeks ago when it became clear your nightmares were actually memories.
It happened in your classroom.
One minute you were teaching your kids about the history of the British Empire when all of a sudden the attack happened faster than you could comprehend. It sent you to the floor and a second later Rogue had gone to find a teacher. She had found Logan and Storm in the hallway.
Your grip on the leg of your blackboard was turning your knuckles white from how fiercely you were holding on, all in the hopes you wouldn’t scream out in pain.
“Storm, get them out of here.”
She started ushering concerned and scared kids out of the classroom as Logan ran over to you and knelt on the floor beside you. He was calling your name but it was almost as if you couldn’t hear him.
The whirring and bubbling and crashing noises ringing in your ears were too loud, then the screaming started. Before you knew it, pictures joined the noises. An abandoned army base, subjects locked in clear box rooms, each one getting sicker than the last.
Then it was your turn.
Eventually, Logan’s voice broke through and you managed to push past the pain and open your eyes in order to remind yourself where you were. The noise drowned away and so did the images of people in lab coats in your classroom.
Then all you saw was Logan.
“Hey,” Logan said to you as his arms came around you, pushing the hair from your face so he could see your eyes clearly. “What’s going on? Talk to me.”
“I-I don’t know.”
Logan looked over his shoulder. “Rogue, run and tell Jean to go to her lab.”
“What about Y/n?”
“I’ll take care of her, just go.”
The young girl nodded and ran directly out of the room, shouting behind her to Storm about what she was doing. As Storm came back into the classroom she was met with Logan lifting you from the ground as you stood weakly.
It was two days of tests and talks with the Professor before being given time away from teaching – Logan offered to cover your lessons – and having more conversations which led to a reading from the Professor and another attack that provided you with more information to piece together.
Then, one evening, smaller, less intense memories came flooding back giving you the full picture.
Still standing beside you, Logan just gave you a reassuring smile. “I’ve lived for a long time. I don’t think there is anything that can happen that I won’t be able to deal with.”
You had to look away from him as your mind had a war with itself. You wanted to do it alone; you felt you had to. You’d been alive for a long time, too, and for most of it, you’d been alone. You’d faced a lot of fears alone, so why couldn’t you face this one alone, too?
But the other part of you wanted to grip onto Logan’s hand for dear life and let him join you so, for once in your life, you didn’t have to be alone when facing something. Even if he didn’t know what would happen by the time you both walked back outside, you wouldn’t be the only one carrying that information.
Looking at the door, you took in a deep breath and let it out, trying to force away the tears long enough to be able to see everything clearly.
Then you took a step forward, and another, and another.
From behind you, Logan smiled softly before following behind you as you walked towards the doors and reached for the handle. With your second hand over the middle of the doors where they met, you both heard a small click before you pulled at the door handle and the door creaked open and scraped against the ground a little.
Inside was damp and cold, water dripping from the pipes that were running above your heads. You looked around before finding the mains switch and lifting up the lever. All the lights came on and whatever machinery was inside the building came to life for the first time in, probably, fifty years or more.
You looked at Logan for reassurance and he nodded. He couldn’t hear anything, or rather, anyone that you couldn’t. You continued walking down the hallway, everything slowly becoming more and more familiar.
On the ground, both yours and Logan’s boots either clicked against the drying concrete or splashed in the small piles of water that were gathering.
“Recognise anything?”
“Too much.” Your voice was quiet, if a little hard. You continued to look around, more and more memories flooding through your mind. Then you powered through a set of doors, Logan jogging a little to catch up to you.
“Where are you going?”
You turned down a few more corridors. Logan called out your name but it fell of deaf ears and you made it through a final set of metal doors.
The lights came on inside but he couldn’t see anything but your silhouette.
“Where are you-”
As Logan stopped by your side, he looked around. Two sides of the hallway, boxes no bigger than single prison cells lined the walls. Slowly you started to walk down it and the further you and Logan got, the more lights flicked on with the motion.
The hallway seemed to just get longer and longer, and it just kept going, but you stopped a little over halfway down.
Logan seemed to spin on his feet. “How many are even-”
“Three hundred and sixty. One eighty on each side, one research subject in each. Some men, some women. Some were just kids. All were those without family. Nobody misses or mourns them if something happens. No one asked questions about them when they went out one morning to pick up a loaf of bread or some eggs.”
Then you said something that sent the dagger in Logan’s heart ripping straight down with a blunt edge.
“This one was mine.”
You could still feel what it was like; cowering and shivering in the corner, begging for death. All you wanted was for the pain in your veins to stop. Eventually you blacked out and woke back up strapped to a cold metal table because you were like five others. You’d survived the first night.
The tests continued like that for weeks until one morning you woke up in a bed. It was lumpy and hard but it was better than the cold metal table.
Until you collapsed in the Professor’s office ten days after your first attack in the classroom, you’d had no idea what had happened before you woke up in a stuffy motel room confused and in pain.
From the stuffy motel room, you’d kept the knowledge of your sudden powers under wraps and signed up to help fill in the numbers at the motel owner’s club. The woman that ran it was a doctor at the hospital and they were looking for more nurses. Since you didn’t know anything other than your name, you signed up and found yourself a natural.
From that moment on you built a life into one that you recognised. Eventually, your life from ‘before’ became nothing but a passing thought. Nobody had come looking for you, so maybe it wasn’t important to know what happened before.
Eventually you were found in a hospital in New York by a man in a wheelchair complaining of a chesty cough. Then he told you the real reason he’d come to find you.
Eventually you moved away from the clear box and walked back down the hallway towards the doors and started going in and out of each different room. Some of them you explained to Logan, others he could recognise himself.
Then, as you stood at the side of the metal table, you touched the surface and talked to Logan.
“Why was I the only one to survive?”
Logan turned around from the file littered desk and looked at you. “How do you know you’re the only one?”
“Because I remember.” You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him. “They were running me through more testing when they got word someone had found out what they were doing. They piled everyone into ex-service trucks. Between the screams…I happened.”
“You?”
“The tests they were running…it caused me more pain than they’d been expecting so I’d…I don’t know what I did, but I know it wasn’t good because when I woke up more places were being burned down.” You closed your eyes as tight as you could before continuing on. “I turned on the sprinklers before I left. I knew they were dealt with manually because one of the lab techs had been complaining about if something went wrong, what would happen. By the time I got outside everyone was gone. They either died of pain or in fear. Probably both.”
“That’s not your fault.”
The tears were falling from your closed eyes. “No, I know. I know, just…”
Logan came to your side and laid a hand on your shoulder. “Y/n, look at me.”
You didn’t.
“Please.”
After a while, you did.
“What happened here is not your fault.” Logan told you. “They used and tortured you. And they did the same to countless others. None of that is your fault.”
“Why was I the only one to survive?”
As you repeated your question, you stepped back and walked away from Logan. He remained still, watching as you paced around the room.
“Why? Out of everyone, out of every single person they ran tests on, why was I the only one it worked on? Why was I the only one to survive? I know there’s survivor's guilt, but it’s a genuine question. Why? Why was I the only one to survive?”
“Because you already had a mutation.”
You stopped pacing and looked at Logan. “What?”
Logan didn’t bother explaining. All he did was walk over to where he’d been standing previously before he flicked open one of the files. There were nearly thirty pages worth of drug tests being done.
“Do you remember these?” Logan held up a faded prescription bottle with small blue and black capsules.
You flicked through the file yourself. “Yeah, they were given to some of us twice a day.”
“They’re suppressors.”
The further you got in the file, the more you understood.
“You had a mutation and they couldn’t risk it coming through at full force whilst they ran whatever sick tests they already wanted to run.”
Logan was right.
There was a list of patients with different mutation abilities. Some labelled premature, others labelled late. But all were placed on the blue and black pill. Suppressing the mutation ability allowed for the lab coats to check if forcing a new mutation through could work.
You didn’t know what to say, so Logan made a decision for you.
“We should collect what we can and take it back to the Professor. And lock this place back up before some asshole decides that this place was a good idea.”
You took a breath and wiped away your tears. “You’re right.”
Whatever wasn’t burned or completely destroyed you either took back with you or took pictures.
By the time you’d gathered what you could from the two smaller offices, you waited for Logan at the top of the stairs that overlooked where you’d both previously stood.
After all those years wondering, after all the pain and fear and terror. After all those years of being alone, you finally had answered to what was before. In truth, you didn’t know if it helped. You could only hope that by walking inside, by having a confirmation to all the memories you’d been burdened with, the pain of not knowing would be gone.
The pain from your head was gone. Even if it was replaced by a pain that came from the smell of the damp and the singe of ashes.
“Ready to go?”
You took one final look around before looking back at Logan. “Ready?”
You led the way out before shutting out the lights and welding the lock back into place.
It was odd, the feeling you got as you walked back into the cold and away from the bunker. You had a burning curiosity growing in your stomach and mind, but the coldness you’d felt before you’d walked inside, unsure of what to expect was slowly disappearing.
You also knew the life you’d led. Only now you’d learned of a life you’d had before you made one of your own. No lab tech could take the life you made for yourself away from you.
You and Logan pulled up at the school long after the sun had set. As you stepped out of your car, Logan switched the engine of his bike off and you rushed down the hallway where you found one light on at the end of the hallway.
“Professor?”
He looked up with a smile. “Ah, you’re back. I must tell you, you’ve missed dinner but Hank has left two plates in the oven for you. All they need is warming up. Did you find what you were looking for?”
Looking away from Logan, you looked at the Professor. “And then some.”
As the hours passed, you’d come to an agreement with the Professor. Storm and Nightcrawler would go back to the base you’d been kept at. Perhaps they might find something that let them know there were other survivors. But other than that, your past would remain just that. The past.
“I made a life for myself. The only one I’ve truly known. I’d like for it to stay that way. If I want more answers one day, I know where to go.”
The Professor agreed. “I’ll keep these files safe. I assume you’ve looked through them already?”
You nodded. “There’s a lot I’d rather not have remembered, but I got my closure.”
“Very well.”
Twenty minutes later, you and Logan were sitting down in the dim light of the kitchen eating your dinner.
“Thank you for finding me today.” It felt a little awkward leaving your mouth in your voice. “And you’re right…about not having to be alone, so…thank you.”
Logan just graced you with a smile and a nod. “I meant it. You don’t have to be alone anymore.”
You didn’t know what to say so you just nodded and went back to eating. You and Logan remained in silence as you ate, washed and put away your plates. And as you both walked up towards your rooms, you took in the pictures that lined the walls.
Previous students, past christmases, birthdays, sunday dinners. A plethora of memories scattered across the walls; all of which made you smile.
All of which made you realise you might have done things alone for a long time, but you’d never truly been alone. Not only did you have friends, but you had an entire family behind you.
One that would never leave you to be lonely, even when you wanted to be alone.
Just finished my last project/essay of the semester and I’m imagining how proud Logan would be of me hehehe 😋🤭
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Ok so imagine this, you finish your semester out and Logan is so so proud of you and thinks you should have a little reward 🤭🫣
Warnings: praise kink, older logan x college student reader, dom!logan x sub!reader, doggy
“Ooh yeah just relax baby. Yeah you deserve this. Did so well yeah?” Logan says as he fucks you from behind, whispering in your ear.
“Go on darlin’, tell me. Tell me how smart you are. Finishing all your work like a good girl hm?”
“I- mm did so good.” You whimper through gasps and tears.
“Yeah that’s right. And what else?” He asks.
“I’m s-so smart.” You moan out.
“Yeah you are darlin’. Such a perfect little student. No more stress baby let me fuck it outta ya. Need a nice thick cock stuffing that little pussy as a nice lil’ reward hm?”
“Fuck Logan.” You mewl, eyes rolling back as you bounce your ass against him while he grips your jaw and whispers in your ear, his body weight on top of yours.
“Yeah you get to cum now baby. Deserve to cum after working so hard. Poor lil pussy’s been waitin’ patiently for so long.” He teases condescendingly, pulling your body flush against his chest.
“C’mon baby show me how bad ya needed it hm? Let it all go darlin’.” He coos in your ear.
You try to arch your back but Logan keeps one hand flush against your lower tummy holding you to him and playing with your clit, and the other gripped tightly around your jaw to keep your head up while he whispers and coos praises in your ear.
After a while Logan then flips you over so that you’re in a mating press now, wanting to see your face.
“Lemme see that pretty face when you cum baby.”
You squeal and squirm and cry at how fucking good Logan’s making you feel with his body and his words. His cock just hits all the right spots making your tummy flip and your pussy throb and you cum around his cock. Hard.
“Oh my god Logan, I- I’m cumming-“ you whimper.
Logan wraps a hand around your jaw forcing you to look at him when you cum.
“Go on baby cum on my cock. Yeahhh that’s it. That’s it darlin’ let it all go hm? Yeahh look at me baby eyes open, c’mon nod your head with me like this, yeah you’re so fucking perfect aren’t you. Cummin’ on my cock so good for me.”
It isn’t long until Logan cums in you next, grunting about how tight you’re squeezing him.
“Fuck.. I’m so proud of you darlin’. Such a hard little worker. Deserve everything in the world.” He says with a smile.
You giggle, fucked out and flushed from cumming so hard after such a long time.
Um had a dream last night I was part of the xmen and we were having a party for some reason. Then I dropped cake onto the inside of my thighs and Logan licked it up then started eating me out lol.
Sparring with Wolverine and he gets you pinned with his thighs squeezing your head and he can smell the way you’re practically leaking through your leggings with arousal lol..
