Chapters: 3/8
Fandom: X-Men - All Media Types, X-Men '97 (Cartoon 2024)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Logan | Wolverine/Kevin Sydney, Logan | Wolverine/Morph (X-Men '97)
Characters: Kevin Sydney, Morph (X-Men '97), Logan | Wolverine (X-Men)
Additional Tags: Mutual Pining, There Was Only One Bed, Detective Noir, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon-Typical Behavior, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Bigotry & Prejudice, Alcohol, Undercover, Animal Transformation, He/Him and They/Them Pronouns for Morph (X-Men '97), Religious Fanaticism
Summary:
Logan has retired from the X-men and doesn't plan on going back. A guy still needs to make a living though and private investigation seems right up his alley. things are smooth sailing until he runs into Morph while on a job.
It's three am and I'm losing my shit over this right now
Can you please write a Logan howlett x male!reader fic where logan gets back home after a fight and then dry humps the reader also the reader is a mutant you can mess around with that
You were no stranger to the mood that Logan would return to after a fight and while there were no physical marks to show that he was in pain anymore (thanks to healing), you could see the lingering tension on every muscle.
He would usually not come near you right after a fight, and you chalked it down to some of the adrenaline lingering even after the initial threat had passed. You didn't blame him for that, after all, you knew the exact feeling after getting into so many fights yourself. Though, maybe it was different, since you were never the head-on person like Logan was.
"Baby?" You hummed lightly when you lingered in the doorway of yours and Logan's bedroom. "Are you alright?"
He hummed absentmindedly, and he barely spared you a glance as he settled down on the bed. "All good."
You walked further in, settling beside him, only on the foot of the bed instead of the edge like he was. "Just all good? You wanna talk about it?"
His expression remained mostly stoic. "No. I don't."
"You want a drink or something?" You asked with a little shrug, you knew he wasn't fine like he was saying, and you had no idea how to help him. "I went out and got some beer, figured you'd want some, we were running out."
"Thanks, darlin'." He said, but he then shook his head. "But I'm good."
You pouted your lips for a few seconds, thinking. "..You heading to bed?"
He shook his head. "No. Not yet."
"Still worked up from the fight?" You asked.
"Something like that."
"So, uh," You hummed softly, tilting your head a little as you tried to get a good look at him. "What's it then?"
That was when he looked over at him, and you saw the conflict in his eyes, which only made your eyes narrow down over at him.
"Logan?" You questioned.
He shook his head and muttered in response. "Don't worry about it, I'm still wired up, I don't wanna hurt you."
You huffed out something that could only be described as a breathless laugh. "Okay, well, you won't hurt me, I'm pretty strong."
"Didn't you get your ass beat the other day?" He asked.
You paused for a few seconds and gave him a pointed look. "That doesn't count, there were people in trouble, I was trying to make sure they were alright. Besides, my mutation does make it hard for me to die, basically."
You paused for a few seconds, eyes boring into his. "Want me to help you?"
There was a hesitation in Logan's eyes, some sort of conflict going on his head as it looked as if he froze entirely.
"Logan?" You questioned again. "One would think you can't even have a single conversation."
That was when he moved as swift as you would expect someone like him, a hand cupping your jaw as he pulled you into a a deep kiss, one that almost took your breath away. You didn't waste anytime to hold onto his forearm with one of your hands, the other moving to grip his shirt.
Within a second, his hands moved to your waist and, without much effort, hoisted you onto his lap. Your hands instinctively moved to rest on his chest, and his rested on your sides. He tilted his head down and found your lips once more, groaning into it.
"Oh fuck..." You breathed out, feeling the bulge in Logan's jeans as your hips rolled flush against his with the guidance of his hands.
"Shit." He grunted, lips finding yours seconds after he muttered.
"I'm... guessing that's a yes?" You mused faintly, letting out a shuddering breath as you blinked hard, trying to focus your vision on the mutant before you.
"Yeah," He muttered, shifting so that he was resting back on the headboard, and you found that you're felt perfectly naturally like that. "Just gotta be careful, hm? Can you do that?"
"Can I?" You laughed out, rolling your eyes at him before your forehead rested against his. "I... think that's rich coming from you."
"Yeah?" He hummed faintly, a hand moving back up to your face to cup it. "Don't forget you've also been lacking in control."
You scoffed faintly. "I could get off you, y'know, just give up on helping you?"
He tutted and his hand on your hip grew fierce as he prevented you from moving, as if you would have anyway. You would have thought that he would see past your bluff.
"Oh, you wouldn't dare." He whispered, grinding his hips up against yours to prove a point.
You were perfectly content with this, until you soon started to realise somehing.
"You're not gonna fuck me tonight are you..?" You asked breathlessly.
He shook his head. "I'm too wound up, sweetheart, don't wanna hurt you too bad."
You wanted to argue that you could take it, or that whatever he didn't would barely even phase you, but the words died in your throat when he pulled you down flush against his hips again. He was planning on making you not argue with it because whatever higher being there was knew that he would give in within a second.
I've rewatched the original x men movies from the 2000's recently, and I have noticed that in the movies there's a metal noise whenever someone hits logan, do you think that would be audible while fucking him?
You know what, I genuinely believe it's under the circumstance.
I think that Logan can easily switch between gentle sex and rough sex, so when he's fucking 'gently' you're less likely to hear the metallic sound from within him. Though, even in that you may be able to hear it. Sometimes it's with his stiff movements, a roll of the neck or his shoulders when he's getting too tense from the need.
When he's rough, you can hear it. It's faint, but it's there. You just have to listen to it through the other background noise and, hell, you know he;s making you feel too good to focus all that much on that.
So, yeah, I do think that the metal noise is audible within some circumstances. The main circumstances is where it's rough or he's very still/tense and needs to chill tf out, other times there's a low chance it can be heard.
Pairing : Logan Howlett x F!Reader
Summary : A pent up logan is forced into an underground mutant club with a group of the younger x-men, only to find it's not that bad when he meets you.
WC : 952
TW! : 18+ MDNI!, Suggestive, female reader, minimal descriptions of reader(reader is described to be taller than Logan.), possibly ooc Logan, definitely cringey writing, mentions at end of possible Eiffel Tower w/ Scott Summers.
A/N : I was listening to Rock Yo Hips, then BOOM. This forsaken fic was born.
Divider Credits : cursed-carmine, andromeda-graphics
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It was rare the X-men found themselves with enough free time to do things like party. Logan was pent up and stressed after a recent mission. He would’ve just gone to the training simulator, or maybe hit another dusty and dim bar but instead he found himself out with a group of the younger x-men.
Jubilee was the one who asked. Originally he turned her down but after some teasing about how old he was he decided to join her and the group.
The moment he stepped foot into that forsaken underground club his senses were assaulted. The music was mind numbingly loud, smoke fogged the air with an endless lightshow cutting through it.
It was a mutant only club so everywhere he looked he saw mutants partying, abilities on display for all the wrong reasons.
He followed the group through the crowd, over to the bar. They all chose shitty fucking drinks, ones that they also ended up getting for him. A whiskey or some kind of bourbon would’ve been more suitable to his tastes, not this fruity shit.
He ended up still throwing it back, feeling a buzz come on while the others ended up getting shitfaced. He’d make sure to push them all in training tomorrow, punishment for the heavy partying. One by one they all disappeared into the crowd to dance. He chose to stay at the bar, dancing sounding like a disaster.
While lost in the bottom of another fruity drink, You showed up.
You were sweaty and slightly panting. You’d ordered another drink, throwing half of it back immediately. While taking a short break, you turned to see THEE wolverine next to you, and damn it all if he didn’t look absolutely jaw dropping. He was a bit shorter than you expected- but still fine as hell. Your eyes dragged down him before going back to your drink, teeth now lightly pressed into your bottom lip.
When another drink was slid in front of Logan, he seemed confused. That was until the bartender pointed at you. You were staring again when he turned to meet your gaze. Logan wasn’t unfamiliar with women and men alike trying to get at him, especially in environments like this.
He could appreciate the sight of you though, pretty as hell with an outfit that left little to the imagination. He decided to entertain you for a bit but had no plans of pursuing you, especially when he found out you were in your mid twenties.
You didn’t let it deter you though, momma aint raise no quitter. You ended up talking with him a bit longer before a really good song came on. You perked, wanting to go dance. He noticed and encouraged you to go dance.
You asked him to dance but he quickly shut it down, telling you he didn’t do that with a snort. You stood to your full height and stepped close. His body turned, head slightly tilted back to meet your gaze. You weren’t too much but your natural height combined with the added height of your heels made it necessary.
You tilted your head slightly, an easy smile dangling at the corner of your lips. “Come on..” Your voice was as soft as it could be considering the overbearing music. “Dance with me.” He didn’t expect for that to be all it took, but it was.
Next thing he knew, he was being dragged through a heavy crowd, people bumping into him with every step. You got him near the middle before you stopped, turning to him. He watched you began to settle into dancing, hips winding along with a slight sway. He didn’t know what to do at first but you solved that with grabbing his hands, guiding them to your hips. He moved in sync with you, hands keeping you steady against him.
He took the lead and turned you, pressing you back against his body. Your chest to his back, ass to hips. Your head slightly turned, catching sight of him. You kept your eyes locked as you danced with him, trying to ignore the feeling of his hands all over you now.
The music was louder now, impossible to hear anything but it. Lights flashed too quickly to see anything. The mass pit of people made the room feel at least 10 degrees hotter. Yet somehow it all felt worth it with you up against him.
You two kept going like that, each moment only getting better. You don’t even remember when your lips had landed on his, but they did. He tasted so good on your tongue. It wasn’t long after that you two were retreating for the exit. It wasn’t even a thought in his mind to let any of the others know he was leaving.
He didn’t need to though, Jubilee was laughing as Sunspot snapped a picture of you two leaving together. Something else to tease the man with at a later time.
The next morning when logan woke slowly, head thumping the moment he opened his eyes. The dawns light was soft but still too bright for him. He rolled over in your bed, catching sight of you. You were still asleep, slow breaths slipping your lips every few seconds.
You looked even more stunning like this, than dressed to the nines in some sweaty mutant underground club. He reached out, gently moving a hair from your tired face. It felt much more intimate than their current relationship should allow, but he couldn’t resist.
Part of him wanted to be selfish and hog you to himself, but another wanted to tell his friend Scott all about you.
