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Rewatching Logan (do not ask honestly) and i just wanted to note something on the moment when Logan wakes up on that little bed surrounded by all the mutant kids giggling from cutting his beard in the original style.
Its such a small shot so i really could be reaching but i swear theres a micro expression on his face/in his eyes that flickers through (literally for a second) just before the full confusion takes over and before he moves to get up to look in the mirror. Its a concoxion of fairly obvious things, of a groggy wake up, of pain, physical exhaustion and absolute befuddlement to list just a few..
But In that micro flicker of a moment do you guys think, just for that tiny fleeting second, Logan's mind thought of the mansion? Even unintentionally, the life, the people he lost, sprang to mind. The days when breathing didn't hurt and his body didnt feel so heavy; heart included.. But most importantly of the kids he was constantly around, of Marie especially, standing with them, bright eyed and alive? Bustling school filled with hopes for the future and unabashed acceptance..
description: the only thing you could ever need is her [requested]
cw: fingering, oral
āwould you like to talk about it, my love?ā
dianaās dulcet tone helps guide you into the warmth of home, her hands easily peeling the jacket from your shoulders and guiding you to the sofa to sit. the plush cushions dip under your weight and she kneels in front of you to level with your gaze.
you shake your head and hold up one hand, her calloused fingers entwining with yours gently and making you smile just a fraction. a pinch in her chest at how heavy your day seems to be weighing on you. ājust need you, di.ā
dinner is spent curled in her lap, eating together, feeding each other. she pours you more wine and you listen to her talk about her day at the museum until the moment she takes notice of how your muscles have relaxed, weighed down by the liquid, fuzzy warmth from the glass held delicately in your hand. eyes mildly glassy and smile a little crooked as you ask her why sheās stopped talking. she poses the question as a tease, āare you sure you donāt need anything, asteri mu?ā
your repeated answer, softer, lighter than before, makes something warm like sunlight seep into her chest and envelope her heart. ājust need you, di.ā
that same ray of sun turns into something molten and sinks lower later that night in bed, leading her lips into trailing away from yours to press firmly to your throat instead. the soft sighs it draws from you, her own personal sirenās song, are enough to make the feel of hot molasses spread through her limbs, and draw her hand to settle between your thighs. what she finds makes her mouth water, but she takes her time.
two fingers have sunken into your heat and she could be content with simply staying right there, feeling you, knowing sheās the only one to taste something so precious. but your pretty voice in her ear draws her fingertips to curl into that spongy spot inside she knows will prolong your sweet melodies. a desperation unlike any other tightens in her belly but her words are steady, sure, almost teasing with how even and sympathetic her tone is. āwhat do you need, little dove?ā
itās unfair the way her fingers curl again, knocking any coherent request out of your mind. she so gently swipes her tongue across your pulse point in anticipation when you revert to base instinct and gasp sweetly, ājust- need you, di!ā
what could i have possibly done to obtain the key to paradise?
she knows thatās where she is when she presses warm, almost calculated kisses along your thighs, thumbs curling into the sides of your underwear to gently drag them down your legs. it doesnāt take long for her tongue to find itās home, swirling around the little bundle of nerves, trailing through your slick as though she canāt get enough. your hands tangling in her hair merely spur her on, and she slips her tongue lower until she can press it deep inside you, coaxing out more of whatās easily become her favorite vice. this is the filthiest youāll ever see her outside of battle, gaze half lidded, face dusted pink as she barely allows herself a moment to breathe before her nose is nudging at your clit again. itās intoxicating for you both.
that is easily confirmed for you as a fact on her end when she draws a third orgasm out of you, her muscled arm curl around your thighs now, hands pressed over your tummy to pin you. to remind you of just how helpless you are in her hands. your head is thrown back against she sheets as she relentlessly prods at that sweet spot inside, clearly set on pushing you into another mind numbing moment. itās a miracle your broken up words reach her, but they do. ādi! oh- di, please i want- want you to- feel good too-!ā your voice devolves into another whimpery cry as her chuckle vibrates against you, one calloused hand slipping down lower to circle her thumb around your overly sensitive clit.
not that you would be able to appreciate the irony of her answer. but what you can appreciate is the way her words are mumbled against you, breathless, just as you leave her every time.
i want to lay him down on top of me with his head on my chest. weight of the adamantium be damned. i wanna run my fingers through his greying hair and gently trace the scars on his face
i want to fuss over his slow healing wounds. wipe away the mess of fluids and blood from his knuckles. when he grows upset, tries to push away, say heās not worth this, youāre wasting your time, he doesnāt need it, simply continue cleaning. maybe planted pretty on his thighs while working
i want to show him the softness he missed out on for so long. show him heās deserving of a tender touch, a loving whisper, a night of care. i want to litter little kisses all over his worn skin and soothe his aching bones
weāve all seen what heās been through. what heās had ripped away from him. time and again going through the worst
i just wanna cup his face and tell him itās okay. let him lay his head in my lap and rest. wake up in the morning and play with his hair. he needs love and he needs to know that someone cares for him
and imagine how heād take care of you
heās not always the best with words. at least, he doesnāt think so. but the way he holds you? like he could shield you from everything thatās ever made you feel less than. strong arms curled around you, broad chest for you to hide in
description: he lost you in his own world and now heās come face to face with you again in this one. that smile that he missed so much⦠[requested]
cw: mild blood, angst, an ending that alludes to happiness, wade is self aware
sweetness. heās surrounded by it. surrounded by you. soft sheets familiar under his touch as his eyes open to the hazy sunlight. he canāt seem to see past the bed but he doesnāt need to. right next to him lays his whole world. there you lay.
logan
honeyed tone sends warmth through his already fuzzy senses as he sighs gently, lips quirking up- down, why does it feel like down- and heavy limbs struggling to move under the weight of sleep. soft hands smooth up his chest.
logan
there you are. already in his arms where you belong. a quiet murmur of your name⦠an echo of it, a yell? he reaches up to touch your cheek gently, smile straining.
lo- gan
the tang of iron, the crimson soak through fabric- since when were the sheets red- he doesnāt get to touch you. where did you go- on his knees now and on the floor, arms wrapped around something cold but he canāt look. he wonāt look. not again. sharp pain through so many nerves and anguish tears through his throat.
sick. thatās how he feels when his eyes open to reality, faced with a dim room, bloodied knuckles, threadbare mattress. alone.
his claws retract and he drags a hand across the bottom half of his face to cut off the yell that followed him, mouth covered. not his eyes, heās learned his lesson one too many times, he wonāt close them for a while. not his nose either but not for the same reason. sweetness, he realizes. his feet hit the ground and he staggers. youāre still here.
two steps into the hall and heās stopped suddenly, sending a wave of frantic anger through him. āwoah peanut. where do you think youāre going?ā
ālet me seeā¦ā he rasps, nearly gasps through gritted teeth, and wade just sighs, remaining in his path. precious time wasted.
āman these guys love to put you through this donāt they- okay, well first of all, you canāt go anywhere in your little boxers. you donāt leave much to the imagination. second of all, see who?ā he gestures around the empty apartment, pulling loganās gaze with him. it doesnāt matter, not at first, rough hands coming up to grip the front of wadeās shirt. he murmurs your name and wadeās expression turns to realization, āah.ā
heās shoved out of the way and logan stalks towards the front door to follow that same saccharine path, but his surroundings are finally sinking in. the dingy apartment, messy kitchen, the loud mouth now trailing behind him in an effort to stop him. his hand stops around the door knob and wade huffs in mild relief. āback with us, whiskers?ā
knock knock knock
another wave of it and he finds himself unable to resist opening the door to find the source, overwhelmed. round eyes full of surprise meet his and wade groans from behind him.
a cry. a smile. logan!
āitās uh, itās good to see you again!ā your eyes wander down momentarily, heat rising to your face before his intense gaze catches yours again. you miss the way his fingers twitch forward. ābeen telling willy to invite you over. iām sorry we didnāt get to talk much the other day.ā you shift from foot to foot, clutching a box. sweet, he thinks again, noting the fragrant warmth that joins his vice, both stemming from you.
an elbow into his back and he bares his teeth over his shoulder. wade grins but thereās something in his eyes thatās telling him very clearly: donāt fuck it up. āare you alright, logan?ā worry honeys your words and heās facing that expression. the one youād greet him with no matter how indestructible. that always made him feelā¦
sick. nauseated by the phantom iron entwining itself with you but you donāt know that, offering up what you came here for in the first place. āwell i just wanted to welcome you to the building. wade said he wasnāt sure what you liked-ā
āhe doesnāt like anything-ā
ā-so,ā you continue, pointedly ignoring him, smile directed at logan while you hold out the container, āi made chocolate chip. safest bet yāknow?ā
heās staring. wade is pumping his fist, celebrating, and youāre busy sternly engraining it into his thick skull that these are absolutely not for him, he got his when he moved in. it saves logan from you realizing that he looks like heās about to reach out and grab you.
arms around something cold. hands brushing yours, warm and familiar, drawing a pretty gasp from your throat. he canāt offer that saccharine smile that you do, but his eyes are heart wrenching as he murmurs a thank you, and it pulls one from you anyway. one that he wants to see every day again, he realizes.
sick, he thinks of himself, when you turn away and everything in him wants to drag you back against him. when he finds that he doesnāt care to resist the sweetness that pulls him in every time youāre near. sweet, he thinks of you, when he bites into the first heavenly cookie. when he realizes he has another chance because youāre right. here.
he just canāt lose you again.
a/n: i was getting sad so i hope the end doesnāt feel too rushed T~T
description: logan, for the first time in a very long time, is entirely unsure of what heās doing [requested]
cw: self doubt(?), fluff [just a drabble]
logan has plenty of experience with kids.
no he hasnāt dealt with them all two hundred something years of his life, but heās grown accustomed to their needs, behaviors. he can read people. he can read kids the best. theyāre so honest and open and it makes his job so much easier.
not newborns, you have to be the gentle reminder that slams into him like a brick wall.
ādone all of it. everything i could possibly- our kid doesnāt like me. i know āem-ā his thoughts donāt even seem to fully finish while he mutters. to himself? to you? your already tired smile turns apologetic when the little bundleās cries grow louder, and loganās frown deepens.
ānot newborns, lo. itās different, you know that. doesnāt hate you.ā his hands give way for yours as you take the wailing infant and rock gently, cooing down at those grabby little fingers at first, then shift to a soft hum while the cries settle and dissipate. he watches in near awe, but soon enough, it softens into something you canāt quite read. your humming⦠the way you brought him back every night. suddenly he canāt find it in himself to be upset that you immediately accomplished what he could not.
but his worry rises. by the time you do look at him again, you can see it in the divot between his brows, hand over his mouth and a sigh that pulls a rumble from his chest. āpromise you mātryin-ā
ālo. lo, honey, itās okay.ā he notes how your attention divides easily to tend to both their needs. hand cradling the babyās head, arm keeping the now quiet little one tucked to your chest -he can handle that right? he should be able to handle that- your sweet words take the place of his thoughts, and like his pride and joy in your arms, he calms, though the furrow doesnāt leave his brow. you continue, āyou just need a little practice.ā
āsāyour first time too.ā
āsure. but little lo here met me first.ā you tease, reaching out to push on his shoulder and he so easily sits back on the couch with you, arm around you, big hand cradling yours as you continue rocking gently. a yawn makes you pause and he readjusts subtly so youāre half laying against him without even realizing, eyes drooping. āyouāll get there. weāll get there. promise.ā
a whirlwind of thoughts swirl through him again. so much uncertainty, so many new experiences. how is this world still finding new ways to absolutely terrify him? but it all quiets⦠why would he argue with you now? when youāre so close to the relief you need? instead he watches you try to hold on, like you just know heās got something else you need to quell. āyouāre right, sweetheart.ā
itās almost instant how the tension leaves your body, satisfied and tired and very quickly drifting off. itās alright though, heās got you. a little while later and the newest piece of his heart doesnāt even make a sound now that his arms are the cradle, just cooing in the midst of sleep while you murmur about them both. yeah, he thinks, admiring the similarities between you two. heās got you both.
a/n: definitely not my favorite piece but i hope you guys like it at least!
Could I request Logan x reader and they are taking care of their newborn baby?
okay, to be entirely honest with you, i donāt love the thought of writing anything kid related. however! iām willing to give pretty much everything a shot at least once. so iāll try to have whatever i come up with posted later today d:)
edit: late in the day, but done! itās just a drabble but itās up d:)
he knows heās absolutely exhausted you by the time you two are done. he praises you gently in that gruff voice of his, making sure youāre with him, checking in on you properly. if you have enough energy for it, heāll get up and run you a bath. if not, heāll have you laying on his chest as he gently massages your thighs, lips ghosting over any bruises he can reach at this angle. water and snacks always on standby
body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partnerās)
he loves every inch of you but something about your thighs just- peeking out from beneath a skirt, a pair of shorts, squeezed into some jeans, begging for him to tear them off. he loves your hands too. loves to watch them wander, loves to feel them on his heated skin, see them wrapped around hisā¦
on himself i mean, heās pretty proud of what heās got going on down under. he likes his arms though, mostly because he loves how you look caged in underneath him, thick biceps on either side of you, surrounded by him. or the way your throat feels in the crook of his elbow when heās fucking you from behind
cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
inside inside inside. itās his favorite. look, he spends a lot of time trying to ātame the animalā and in bed is one of the places he more willingly lets loose. a lot of his, habits, fall into the more primal category, and he absolutely loves to fill you up. loves to pull out and keep a hand on each of your thighs too, watching as you struggle to keep as much in as you can. donāt worry, heāll help you out, making you squirm as he scoops so much of it up and gently pushes his fingers into you. ātake it all, sweetheartā
speaking of taking it all, he cums a lot. a lot. itās abnormal but thatās okay because heās right, you will take it all ā”
dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
he loves taking pictures of you. heās a little old school (not as old school as youād think) so heās got a collection of polaroids of you in every mind numbing position you can think of. his personal favorites are one in which your pretty body is all on display for him, especially the mess between your legs, and another in which your expression is so fucked out, and your glossy lips are pulled into a sweet smile while he presses two of his thick, cum covered fingers into your mouth
experience (how experienced are they? do they know what theyāre doing?)
heās been around a long, long time. heās absolutely experienced. he definitely knows what heās doing, and he definitely knows how to put it to use to make you feel so good
favorite position (this goes without saying)
itās a toss up between a mating press (for obvious reasons. bonus points because he presses down on your tummy and it makes you feel so so full), having you face down ass up (he loves how fucked out he can get you, especially when he presses you deeper into the sheets), and missionary (for the softer times)
goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
as much as he loves them, heās not exactly trying to hear your giggles when you two are intimate. heās more aiming for delirious babbles and mindless moans and whimpers. if you slip, trust that he will rasp the filthiest things against the shell of your ear until youāre squirming
hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
doesnāt just match the drapes, it matches all the upholstery. have you seen his arms? his chest? he keeps it trimmed well enough, for your sake. heās not a clean shaven man by any means though
intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
during the softer times, you donāt know where he ends and you begin. heās got his arms around you and your body so flush to his, you can barely breathe. heāll murmur and moan about how perfect you are, how beautiful you look like this, how good you feel. heāll kiss wherever he can reach and you think you might pass out but itās so worth it to hear him talk like this. itās not soft and sweet every time, but whether it is or not, sex with you is special to him
jack off (masturbation headcanons)
when heās away from you for more than a night he gets incredibly pent up. if he manages to get back to you before it overwhelms him entirely, good luck. but if he doesnāt, heāll use one of those pretty pictures to get off. even better if he can get you on the phone. but extenuating circumstance aside, why would he need to rub one out when he has you?
kink (one or more of their kinks)
so many. heās into pretty much anything you are. definitely a major fucking size kink. he loves to manhandle you and make you feel like his little doll. also a major breeding kink, which again comes back to him letting go during sex. he tries to keep this part of it at bay, but that instinct is constantly tugging at his mind and itās what drives him to fuck you into the mattress til you canāt take it anymore
look⦠iām not a huge fan of daddy kink but i can definitely see logan being into it if weāre talking about pre logan (2017)
location (favorite places to do the do)
literally anywhere. he prefers home because then he can hear all those pretty noises flow freely from your lips, but heās not against a quick fuck in the bathroom of a bar, or having you on your knees in an alleyway. donāt worry, you can suck on his fingers to keep quiet. better yet, he might wrap them around your throat and squeeze until youāre dizzy
motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
when you take care of him. when you fuss over him, even knowing heās practically indestructible. or when you let him take care of you, protect you, scare off any mother fucker that tries to come near you. either way the wide eyed look you give him has him raring to make them roll back into your head
no (something they wouldnāt do, turn offs)
sigh⦠as much as it saddens me to say, nothing with the claws. ever. itās hard enough getting him to trust them around you normally. the closest you might ever get is him cutting away your clothes with them
oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
giving. donāt get me wrong, he loves to watch you with your mouth full of cock, thick fingers cradling and pushing on the back of your head as he makes you choke and gag around him until your cheeks are streaked with tears and your throat is achy. but going down on you is like his own personal fucking heaven. he will spend hours. hours. between your thighs. if you start running away, hips squirming and hands clawing at the sheets, heāll growl and lock each arm around your thighs to keep them pressed around his head, and youāre not done until he is
pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
most of the time heās fast and rough. his instincts, his more primal needs get away from him more often than not and he loses himself in the feeling, the sound, the taste and scent of you. the thought of breeding you (whether itās possible or not) and marking you as completely and entirely his. itās like youāre in his head, wrapping hazy heated tendrils through his mind that wonāt let him stop, and neither of you would have it any other way
quickie (their opinions on quickies)
he doesnāt mind quickies at all. sometimes they even need to happen. donāt forget my obsession with this manās sense of smell. he can smell your arousal from across the room and there is absolutely no hiding from him, no matter where you happen to be. heāll drag you into a closet, a bathroom, hell even a particularly empty hallway, to āgive you exactly what you need, darlinā.ā
risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
like i said, heās not as old school as you might think. heās down to try pretty much anything with you. as for risky locations, it kinda gets him off to fuck you somewhere thereās a chance of getting caught. the nerves and the rush of it all makes you squeeze in such a heavenly way around him, he has to shut you up with his palm or his fingers, bite down on your shoulder to muffle his growls⦠what was i saying? yes, risky locations. he doesnāt mind
stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
if this man could keep you in bed all hours of the day, he would. each round lasts a while. due to his mutation, his refractory period is practically nothing, and as long as heās still making you feel good, he can and will keep going
toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
no. heās not necessarily against them, but he doesnāt own any, nor does he really buy any of his own volition. any toys that make their way into the bedroom come from you
unfair (how much they like to tease)
heās such a god damn tease. the easiest way to get to you without compromising his self control is murmuring absolute filth into your ear. heās a man of few words but when it comes to sex? he could go on for days. about how good youāll feel, how heāll make you forget your own name, how he knows āyouāll take it like the angel i know you are right? yeah, you can take it.ā
he also knows how you melt at just the sight of him. heās an asshole, he walks around in his stupid wife beater, barely able to stretch over his broad chest. or without a shirt, sweats hanging low on his hips, tempting you with that one very prominent vein that leads down⦠(days of future past. iykyk)
volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
heās not loud but he is vocal. like i said, heās got a mouth on him in more ways than one when it comes to sex. grunts, groans, every once in a while you might even get him to whine and itās such a pretty sound. but youāll hear more growls than anything. if heās in particularly deep, you might even get something close to a snarl. he leans more towards praise usually but he absolutely loves to give you degrading praise too. āmy pretty slut. my filthy angel. perfect little cumdumpā etc.
wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
heās into collaring you. however, with how busy you both can get, itās not always an option. whatās the next best thing? his dog tags. it seems innocent enough as you follow him around, his name around your neck, but every chance he gets, heās using the chain to tug you closer, pull you in for a kiss. he loves when you ride him and the thin metal shines right there in front of him, a reminder of who you belong to. itās the closest youāll get to the collar when you guys are having quickies too
x-ray (letās see whatās going on under those clothes)
heās hung. at least a solid eight inches, ridiculously thick, and prominently veiny. itās so heavy, even when heās hard it dips down, with sorry balls just as full and heavy to match. sorry babes, itāll be a struggle. but thatās okay! heāll make it fit d:)
yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
like i said, heād have you in bed all day every day of the week if he could. he is always raring to go when it comes to you. he canāt help it, youāre just so good. all of you. āi need you baby. know youāll take careāa meā
Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
doesnāt. at least not before you. sometimes, if he hasnāt fucked you entirely brainless, you try to stay up with him, and he finds it adorable how your mumbling into his chest slowly slurs into absolute gibberish, then eventually turns to even breaths. youāll always fall asleep first, and it makes him smile every single time
a/n: iām sick in the head i need him carnally guys help me
description: just some sfw headcanons for logan ā” [requested]
cw: maybe a little angst
affection (how affectionate are they? how do they show affection?)
three words: acts of service. he loves doing things for you. he especially loves being able to do things for you without you having to ask. physical touch is another big thing, that takes some getting to for sure, but when you get him there, heāll make you feel so so loved. especially any part of you youāre insecure about
best friend (what would they be like as a best friend? how would the friendship start)
best friend? baby, he set his sights on you and immediately knew he wanted to be more than friends. that aside, once youāre together, once youāve āworked your magicā on him as he says, he is absolutely your best friend. shoulder to cry on, moral support, someone to listen to all the chisme from the day. heās always there for you, even if he may seem a bit aloof
cuddles (do they like to cuddle? how would they cuddle?)
he loves cuddles once you get past his fear of hurting you. itās a struggle, it takes some patience, but when he eventually grows more comfortable, he loves when youāre both on your sides, the feeling of you curled into his chest, his arms secure around you. any position where he pretty much envelopes you, he loves
domestic (do they want to settle down? how are they at cooking and cleaning?)
sigh⦠he doesnāt think heāll get the chance. but yes. yes he so badly wants to settle down once he meets you. he canāt stand when he has to be away from you for so long. he just wants to make your coffee in the morning while you pack his lunch and you take each other to work. if you even have to work
i think, at first, he doesnāt really know his way around the kitchen. very basic things heād make on the road if he had to. but eventually, with a little practice, he makes amazing food. and we all know heās a little messy but he does his fair share. never wants to make you lift a finger if you donāt have to
ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
if you guys are still a work in progress with him opening up, he likely tries to scare you away. heād never hurt you, you know that, but he knows (read: thinks) heās scary. sharp words he doesnāt mean in a voice he never uses for you. he knows how to be cruel. he will use it if he feels he has to
if you guys have been together a while, youāve jumped through many hurdles, he likely begs you to stay away from him because he āknowsā heāll hurt you. that this is for the best, heās no good for you. (donāt let him throw away the only good thing heās got in his life)
the first time he tries to scare you off and you just hold him instead, thatās the moment he knows youāre the one. the moment he knows he wants a ring on your finger with his name on it. the only way you might possibly get this information out of him (because he doesnāt want to give you false hope) is if heās beyond black out drunk. or if heās feeling particularly sappy from being comforted after a nightmare. good luck
gentle (how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
90% of the time, heās the fuckin sweetest. but thereās just, a slight twist to every touch. he kisses you like youāre his whole world, but with an air of desperation that seems like he thinks youāll disappear at any moment. he hugs you like youāre his most precious belonging, but every comfort item ends up a little worn (read: he squeezes pretty tight)
emotionally, he might be a little oblivious, but that doesnāt mean he canāt understand. you just need to be willing to communicate with him. even if he struggles to do the same with you
hugs (do they like hugs? how often do they do it and what is it like?)
refer to the above. he loves hugs. he gives the best bear hugs, enveloping you in those strong arms and squeezing you to his broad chest. as for how often? as often as you need/want. to use a cliche, heās a walking teddy bear, and he doesnāt mind you treating him like one
i love you (how fast do they say the L-word?)
he never says it. it takes so so long for you to hear those three words from him⦠but it is in the little things. the little touches. the little squeezes. the protective, nearly possessive behavior. he loves you. you know he does. you just need to be willing to see it rather than hear it for a while
jealousy (how jealous do they get? what do they do when they get jealous?)
baby, i think this oneās better left for the other alphabet. all jokes aside, loganās a sweetie. we know he is despite trying to come off as otherwise. but we also know he can be a bit⦠primal. youāre his. his territory. his pretty little thing. what does an animal usually do to show it? mark it. marks, all over the fuckin place
on the flip side, sometimes he might get a little self conscious. in his head, you deserve better. heāll try to pull away, but if you pull him in and kiss him in front of whoever mightāve set this off, he eases up, losing himself in you instead
kisses (what are their kisses like? where do they kiss you? where do they like to be kissed?)
he will kiss you all over. heās soft about it if heās kissing your cheek, your forehead, your temple. heās a tease when his lips brush along your jaw, your throat, your collarbone. but when heās kissing you, properly, especially if heās been away from you for too long, he kisses you like itās the last time heāll ever have the chance, leaving you breathless
bonus: morning kisses are always super soft, when youāre both still wrapped in the haze of sleep
look he loves kisses from you anywhere, but what heāll never admit is that he feels like he might melt when you kiss his knuckles. theyāre a source of pain, always have been, and he used to think they always would be. but the soft feel of your lips on the sensitive skin is like nothing else
little ones (how are they around children?)
heās great with kids! heās a little better with the younger ones than youād think. itās the innocence, the kindness. something he wants to protect more than anything. but as weāve seen with rogue, and eventually with laura, heās a lot better with the teens too than he thinks. they know they can come to him if theyāre ever in need
morning (how are mornings spent with them?)
after a bad night, you donāt let him do anything for the first hour or so of daylight. heās learned not to argue with you when you bring him breakfast, and why would he when you sit behind him, chest flush to his back while he eats?
if itās been a good night, an easy night, heāll still wake up before you (usually) but he finds you tucked into his side, one leg over his and your hand over his heart. he wishes every morning could be like this as he takes your hand and brings it up to kiss your fingers
night (how are nights spent with them?)
expect many nightmares. at least for a while. sometimes he just needs to get up and do something. keep him company. sometimes (further into the relationship) heāll talk through the memories. just listen. and sometimes heāll be the one laying on your chest. just hold him. just let him hear your voice, let him listen to your beating heart, and let him know you will always be here
the more fun nights, well, weāll leave that for the other alphabet. but he does enjoy a good beer or glass of whiskey, sat in front of the tv with you happily draped across his thighs, free hand squeezing at your hip, your thigh, absentmindedly, as you whine about being sleepy
open (when will they start revealing things about themselves? do they say everything all at once or do they reveal little things slowly?)
if weāre talking likes, dislikes, habits, and hobbies, he wonāt hide any of that. he might even invite you along to certain things, or at least to keep him company
if weāre talking something deeper, he wants to tell you everything as soon as the first thing slips. he simply canāt. itās too overwhelming. both for him and (he thinks) for you. some things he simply might never tell you, but trust that if itās important, youāll know it. eventually
patience (how easily are they angered?)
heās got a temper on him. sue me but iām a firm believer in the āyouāre the best bet to calm him downā trope. heāll try to push you away but itās easy to tell when heās calm enough to actually hear you out, and when he needs a little more time, and maybe your touch. even if youāre the one he snaps at, itās safe to assume something else was already setting him off, you just happen to be in the line of fire. trust that heāll always make it up to you, one way or another
quizzes (how much would they remember about you? do they remember every detail or forget the minor things?)
everything. he will remember everything. his memory may always be fragmented but you? he will remember that thing you looked at a little too long at the shops. he knows what dish to ask for on your behalf if youāre out for dinner, what to add to or remove from it. miraculously, the fridge and the pantry always have your favorites in stock. fresh flowers of your favorite kind never seem to wilt on your dresser
remember (what is their favorite moment of your relationship?)
the very first time you fell asleep on him. he doesnāt know how to explain it, so i will. something within him was so touched that you trusted him like that. it likely stemmed from his own struggles with sleep. not only that but you looked absolutely adorable. heās still got the single picture he took of you that night tucked in his wallet. you donāt know about it
security (how protective are they? how would they protect you? how would they like to be protected?)
incredibly protective. it doesnāt matter if he knows you can handle yourself. in his opinion, you shouldnāt have to. he wonāt take any chances on losing you, anything but you
he doesnāt need protection, according to him. but if you stand up for him, defend him, maybe get a little fiery? he canāt deny that it sends warmth through his chest, and makes him want to take you home and show you just how much he appreciates you
try (how much effort do they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts)
he will act like itās no big deal but he always, always manages to get it all just right. he doesnāt go overboard with gifts or dates. he knows just what you like and heās not gonna go fucking it up because he wants to impress you. he knows youāll appreciate his attention to detail more anyway. like i said before, his memory when it comes to you is absolutely infallible
ugly (what would be some bad habits of theirs?)
sounding like a broken record here but trying to protect you from himself. pushing you away any way he can, though cruel words will dissipate the further into the relationship you get, and closed off silence will replace it instead until you coax him back to you. back to comfort. back to safety
vanity (how concerned are they with their looks?)
he knows he looks damn good and the worst part is that he barely has to do anything to achieve it. his stupid hairstyle (firmly believe those are just cowlicks) and fashion sense just, work. it doesnāt hurt if you wanna compliment him though. heāll preen under your shower of affection and praise
whole (would they feel incomplete without you?)
yes. god⦠donāt break him like everyone else. please
xtra (a random headcanon for them)
if you guys couldnāt tell, i have a thing for his heightened sense of smell. you asked him once what his favorite scent was and he told you something so specific, you bought several candles in an effort to match what he described. little do you know he was describing you. you are his favorite, and all the synthetic oils and waxes in the world could never come close
yuck (what are some things they wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner?)
weāll go with something pretty straightforward here. if youāve got a stupid self sacrificial streak, he will lose his mind. you canāt be scaring him like that. itās one of the few things that will genuinely set him off on you specifically, because itās one of the few things that truly terrify him
Zzz (what are some sleeping habits of theirs?)
for a while he had the habit of moving away from you in his sleep. the problem was (neither of you knew this of course) that it made his nightmares worse. itās understandable why he did it, especially after the incident with rogue, but you trust him, and eventually heād finally be able to bring himself to trust that he could hold you. when heās finally able to sleep with you in his arms, his hands have the habit of wandering⦠take that as you will
description: a brief overview of how loganās love for your need to touch came to be [requested]
cw: none, mostly fluff
itād taken some getting used to. itās not everyday someone decides the best way to show their affection is by entwining themselves with you every chance they get. even less so someone decides to do so for logan.
youāre clingy, heād realized quickly.
it started off small, as though you were afraid to scare him off. and who could blame you? heās not the most outwardly affectionate man on the planet. but you knew him well enough to know limits, and a featherlight kiss to his bicep, his jaw, his cheek, eventually turned to a shower of kisses pressed to any free patch of bare skin (with the exception of his lips unless you wanted to be trapped for hours).
then came the hugs. fairly normal. one every time he left, one every time he came back. but somehow, he started finding himself late to those jobs or missions, delayed by the way youāve got your arms wrapped around him, face tucked into his shirt as heās settled on the edge of the bed. heād just been packing hadnāt heā¦? when he comes home itās worse. youāre practically in his clothes with him the moment he settles down but he doesnāt mind it. why would he mind his sweetheart pressed up against him like you wanted to crawl under his skin?
what had been hardest, for both of you, were the hands.
youād known well enough, even before making it official, that heās never seen them as something safe. heās never quite trusted them. and while you understood, it broke your heart.
your fingers around his wrist. thatās as close as you begin. a touch so gentle, so trusted now by him, that he almost doesnāt notice. but a moment later, you feel the muscles and tendons tense a fraction, before heās taking your hand in his gently⦠and curling it over his bicep instead, like youāve done a million times. you simply lean your cheek against his arm and he grunts quietly as he glances down at you, as if to make sure heās done no harm. you just smile.
youāre god damn persistent, he finds.
it gets to a point where he almost tries to scare you off. his energy running high from a particularly harrowing trip, claws out as he bares his teeth. not quite at you, but close enough. instead of arguing with him, your hands wrap around his carefully to bring it up closer. heās tense. so tense you think heāll spring away at any moment, but the feeling of your lips on the back of his hand has his claws retracting immediately, wild eyes now looking at you like youāre crazy. your gentle words pull him in. āyou trust me, right?ā
from then on, on his good nights, those less and less rare good nights, heād wake up with his fingers curled over the back of your head. splayed across your back while you rest on his chest, extremities wrapped around him. his little backpack, he thinks, as you sigh contentedly against his skin.
logan knows itās only a matter of time. heād had to disentangle himself from all your limbs when he crawled out of bed. he knows the smell of breakfast and the lack of his body heat will lure you out from the sheets soon enough.
ālogan.ā
your sleepy yawn is very quickly followed by you snaking your arms around his waist and pulling yourself flush to his broad back. he hums low in his throat, mild amusement tugging at the corners of his mouth.
and maybe, just maybe, heās found, that he might be a little clingy too.