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who i want when im ovulating

who i want when im on my period

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Hi. Whats up? Im depressed and touch starved and so lonely that i cry myself to sleep. Heres a Logan blurb. Mildly angsty, mostly fluffy

You can't help but crave it. The warmth that would come from someone holding you, body pressed tightly against yours, spooning you, enveloping you. It's cliche, but you're touch starved. And one doesn't really realize the meaning of starved until late at night, when you're curled in your bed, aching to be held and loved.

When you meet Logan, embarrassingly, he's the one you start to picture. Strong arms holding you tight, holding you close, kisses pressed to the top of your head.

Whispers of, I love you, you're mine, I'd do anything for you exchanged between both of you like love letters, travelling the minute slip of pillow between you both. And by some strike of luck, fate smiles on you for once. It's not as romantic as you thought. Logan snores. Loudly. Obnoxiously. If you're a heavy sleeper you're fine. If you're not? Good luck. Get earplugs.

He farts in his sleep. You wake up gagging every time he does.

But you're not exactly perfect either. You toss and turn, you struggle to sleep some nights, sometimes you wake him up because you're crying at puppy videos on your phone.

You've kneed him in the balls waking up, and the yelp of pain and subsequent falling out of bed remains in your brain, leading to a cushion being placed there when you both sleep.

That doesn't mean it's not romantic at all. Soft moments of being held after a nightmare or a bad dream. Getting caught up in something, hearing a snore and looking over to see him facing you, face golden in the soft light of your reading lamp.

Even the gross stuff is domestic. Loudly and dramatically complaining when one of you fart or accidentally kick the other while sleeping. Blowing raspberrys into your neck to wake you up, stubble brushing your skin.

Every morning, without fail, he'll kiss you good morning. Maybe after brushing your teeth after the nth morning breath joke. Maybe over breakfast. Maybe in the shower.

So now, when that loneliness comes creeping in, and you feel like you could lay down and give up from it all, you turn, look up and look at him. Snoring. Loudly. But still yours.

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oh, darling!

Logan sniffs you from your collarbone to the underside of your jaw. You try worming away, he keeps you pressed firmly down. “You smell good.” he croons warmly, you make a noise of protest. “Cut it out! You whine, and he laughs. “Seriously? What’d you do? New lotion?” He asks sighing in between big whiffs of your skin. You’re probably ovulating, he always gets like this just before your period. You got rid of the app on your phone, Logan is way more reliable. Once he gets all touchy like this you know you should make sure you’re stocked with Advil and tampons. “‘S not anything Logan! You’re so weird…” He grumbles at your quip, he is not weird.

Logan steals another whiff, sighing with pleasure. He already chubbing up, and he’s sure you can feel it. “Logan…” You grumble, “Oh c’mon, you were all over me yesterday, don’t say you’re sore.” He’s already grabbing your hips, thumbing over the elastic of your panties, fingers dipping just under the lace just to feel your skin. “That was different.” You’re being coy, he rolls his eyes when he sees that innocent look on your face. Logan looked especially good yesterday, working on his bike, sweaty and sun kissed, it would’ve been wrong to not jump his bones. “Uh-huh, well you’re still wet, want me to take care of that?” His hand dips lower into your panties, collecting your arousal on the pads of his fingers, spreading it around. “Okay….” You shiver, feeling him rubbing your clit, your hips roll up to meet his palm and he laughs.

Logan kisses like he’s going off to war, he puts pressure on your entrance at the same time he swipes his tongue against your bottom lip. You sigh into his mouth when his middle finger breaches your body, the slight burn of your muscle stretching over his knuckle, he makes you take him to the hilt. Logan takes in all your noises, working your open with his middle finger. Prodding your gummy insides, “Lo… ‘nother please.” You hide your embarrassment behind your hand, he swats it away, he likes seeing your face. “Need another baby? Wanna feel full?” He hums, Logan will give you what you need, he just likes giving you a hard time. You nod frantically, he scoffs “Greedy, I spoil you too fuckin’ much, turnin’ you into a god damned brat.” He gives you another anyways, working his fingers in tandem to stretch you out.

Logan keep your mouth occupied as he angles his fingers upward, you buck your hips up and smiles into the kiss. He rubs that spot with consistent pressure, licking up all your drool and swallowing up all your whines. Logan thinks you’re greedy, but really he’s the greedy one, he spoils you so he can soak you up like this. “Close sugar?” He asks tauntingly, pulling away, he uses his free hand to push down on your lower stomach, keeping your hips down but also to make you feel that much better. “Please don’t stop Lo, seriously!” You think you’re close to tears, you lull your head back and it thuds against the pillow, Logans mouth easily chases your neck, slobbering all over your skin. His hot tongue leaves a trail of saliva as the knot in your stomach tightens. You hiccup, toes curling and hips jolting. Logan works you through it, not stilling his fingers till he feels your foot against his hip, trying to push him away. He holds your sole in one hand, removing his fingers from your leaky cunt, smiling at the way his fingers glimmer in the low light.

He shakes your foot lightly, using his cum soaked hand to pull the band of his boxers down, letting his hard cock flop against his hairy abs, “My turn right bub?” He smiles at the cute sound of your whine, Christ you really are too spoiled.

dividers by @diviniyae

a/n: idk how to write smut in a way that doesn’t feel so clinical hahaha

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Imagine the scent of your F/O lingering in your bed sheets.

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Logan doesn’t ask the way other people do.

He doesn’t stumble over his words or make a grand gesture. He doesn’t rehearse a speech in his head or try to charm you with practiced lines. That’s not him. Never was.

He just waits.

Waits for the right moment, when the world goes quiet. When you’re beside him, not talking, just being. Maybe it’s after a long day, your shoes kicked off at the door, your body curled up on the couch like you always do. Maybe you’re laughing, head thrown back, sleeves pulled over your hands, and he’s watching like he always does. Like he’s memorizing it all for later. Because he is.

He doesn’t look at you when he says it. Not at first. His voice is low, rough around the edges like it always is, but there’s a softness threaded through it that only comes out when he talks to you.

“You wanna go out sometime? Just you and me.”

No nickname. No teasing. Just truth.

And when you glance up, brows raised, heart fluttering, he finally meets your eyes. Steady. Certain. There’s no smirk, no wry grin, just a look that says he’s thought about this. That he’s been thinking about this for a long time.

Logan doesn’t ask unless he means it. He doesn’t let himself want things, not often. But he wants this. You.

He shrugs a little, like it’s no big deal, like your answer won’t shake something loose in his chest.

“I remember you like that Thai place on Fifth. I figured we could go there. If you want.”

But you see it. The way his fingers curl slightly. The way his foot taps once against the floor. The tiniest tell. Because this matters.

Because you matter.

And he’s not asking just to take you out.

He’s asking because he wants to be the one who gets to.

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“Scott told me to stay away,” he muttered, voice darker now. “Said I wasn’t a good fit for you.”

You swallowed. “And do you agree with that?”

He stared. Then shook his head once. “Not even a little.”

You moved closer again — tentative, your heart racing. “Then why did you listen?”

His jaw ticked. “Because I didn’t trust myself.”

OBSESSED. WITH THIS. EXCHANGE. it’s so in character for him, and the way he finally gives in is SO hot, it’s just… this was perfect. loved it so much thank you for sharing 🤍

“SILK AND SURRENDER”

Since yallls horny asses voted for it- here you go

Pairing: Logan Howlett (Wolverine) x Innocent!Reader Setting: X-Mansion, midnight Rating: Explicit/READ AT YALLS OWN RISK (Smut, Soft Dom Logan, Innocent Reader, Consent, Tension, Dirty Talk) Word Count: ROUGHLY 3.5k

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The hallway was silent. Midnight had long settled over the Xavier mansion, and most students and teachers were well into sleep. But you were thirsty — and unfortunately, the little mini fridge in your room was on the fritz again. You padded softly through the dorm hallway toward the kitchen, barefoot and unaware of the chaos your appearance was about to cause.

The silk of your nightgown whispered against your thighs. It was short — way too short. One of those gifts from Ororo that you hadn’t expected to actually wear. But it was soft and light, and with the summer heat, it was perfect for sleeping. You didn’t even think about how see-through it was in the moonlight.

At least… not until you reached the kitchen. And found him standing there.

Logan Howlett.

Muscle and scowl, shadowed jaw and heated eyes.

He stood shirtless, leaning against the kitchen counter, a half-drained beer in one hand. His eyes flicked up from the floor — and stopped dead on you.

Your breath caught. “Oh. I-I’m sorry, I didn’t know anyone else was awake.”

His eyes didn’t move. Not even an inch. You watched his jaw flex, teeth gritting like he was trying to physically restrain something inside himself.

You shifted awkwardly, feeling far more naked than you meant to be. “I just came to get some water…”

“You should turn around,” he said hoarsely, voice like gravel. “Right now.”

You blinked, confused. “What?”

His knuckles whitened around the neck of the beer. “I’ve been holdin’ myself back for months. But you—”

His eyes finally broke contact with yours — and raked slowly down your body. You felt it like fire. Your skin prickled. Your thighs pressed together on instinct. That silk nightgown suddenly felt like a sin. And Logan… looked like he wanted to devour it.

“Logan…” you whispered.

“Don’t say my name like that.” His voice dropped an octave. “Not when you’re lookin’ like that.”

You took a slow step back, but not out of fear — it was instinct. His energy was like a storm, and you felt every second of restraint breaking in him. You knew about Scott’s warning. You were too “soft” for someone like Logan. Too “innocent.” But that never stopped the way Logan looked at you — like you were a prayer he wasn’t allowed to say.

“Scott told me to stay away,” he muttered, voice darker now. “Said I wasn’t a good fit for you.”

You swallowed. “And do you agree with that?”

He stared. Then shook his head once. “Not even a little.”

You moved closer again — tentative, your heart racing. “Then why did you listen?”

His jaw ticked. “Because I didn’t trust myself.”

He took a step toward you. Then another. The space between you closed until you were right in front of him — your head barely reaching his chest. You could feel the heat of him radiating off his skin. His hand came up but stopped just short of touching you.

“But you keep wearin’ little things like that,” he said lowly. “And lookin’ at me like I’m somethin’ you want, even though you don’t know the half of it.”

You looked up at him, your voice barely above a whisper. “Then show me.”

Something in him snapped.

His mouth crashed down on yours.

It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t gentle. It was claiming. Teeth and lips, his tongue pushing into your mouth with a growl that made your knees buckle. You whimpered and pressed into him — silk pressing against bare skin. He grabbed your hips with both hands, big rough palms spreading over your waist, groaning as he hoisted you up onto the kitchen counter like you weighed nothing.

“You don’t know what you’re askin’ for, sweetheart,” he growled against your mouth, kissing down your jaw. “I’ve had to watch you prance around this place for months — smellin’ sweet, wearin’ nothin’, gigglin’ with the boys like you don’t know what you do to me.”

“I wasn’t trying to—”

He looked up, eyes burning. “You didn’t need to try. Every fuckin’ thing about you drives me crazy.”

You gasped as his hands slipped under the hem of your nightgown, sliding over your thighs. He was rough, but not careless — guiding your legs around his waist, his mouth never leaving your skin as he kissed down your throat, then lower.

“Can I touch you?” he rasped. “Really touch you?”

You nodded quickly, breathless. “Yes— Logan, please…”

That was all he needed.

He grabbed the silk and pushed it up, exposing your soft thighs and underwear. He groaned at the sight — actually groaned — and buried his face between your legs, dragging his nose up your clothed center with a growl.

“Fuck, you smell so good, baby… been dreamin’ about this for so long.”

Then he pulled your panties to the side and licked you.

You cried out, head hitting the cabinet behind you. The cold of the counter under your thighs, the heat of Logan’s mouth… it was all too much. You clutched his hair, legs tightening around his shoulders, helpless as his tongue swirled and licked and sucked like a man starved.

He growled against you, the vibrations shooting through your core.

“You’re so wet, sweetheart,” he grunted. “Drippin’ for me. You ever been touched like this before?”

You shook your head, crying out. “N-No— never— not like this— Logan—”

That drove him wild.

He growled and stood, one hand trailing down to undo his sweatpants. You heard the sound of fabric hitting the floor — and then the weight of him, hot and heavy, pressed against your slick folds.

You looked down and gasped — he was big. Thick. Veined. And pulsing with need.

His hand cupped your face, eyes searching yours.

“You sure, darlin’?”

You nodded quickly, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “Please, Logan.”

He kissed you again, slower this time, even as his tip nudged your entrance. He pushed in, inch by inch — his breath hissing as he tried to go slow. You moaned loudly, clutching him.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he growled, forehead pressed against yours. “So fuckin’ warm— God, you’re perfect.”

He bottomed out with a groan — and then stilled. Letting you adjust. Letting you feel it.

Then he started to move.

Each thrust was deep and firm, like he was staking a claim. Your body wrapped around him like you were made for it — for him. His hands gripped your hips, your thighs, your waist. One of them cupped your breast through the silk and pinched your nipple, groaning at the little gasps you made.

“Tell me how it feels, baby.”

You sobbed against his neck. “S-So good — Logan, I can’t— it’s too much—”

“No, it’s not,” he growled, picking up speed. “You can take it. You’re doin’ so fuckin’ good — squeezin’ me like a vice — you’re so innocent, but your pussy knows what it wants, huh?”

You whimpered, your walls fluttering around him. He smirked, proud and smug and feral.

“That’s it, sweetheart. You gonna come for me?”

You nodded rapidly. “I’m gonna— oh god— Logan!”

He kissed you hard as your orgasm hit — your body locking around him, crying out into his mouth. The way you pulsed around him made him snarl. He thrust twice more and then came deep inside you, hips jerking as he spilled himself inside your walls.

He held you there — trembling and full — for a long, quiet moment.

Then he nuzzled against your hair, still panting.

“You okay, sweetheart?”

You nodded, dazed, smiling into his neck. “More than okay…”

He chuckled softly and kissed your temple.

Then the hallway light flicked on.

Logan immediately threw his body in front of yours as Scott’s voice rang through the room.

“What the hell is going on here—”

Logan didn’t even turn. “Get out, Summers.”

You peeked around Logan’s shoulder, blushing furiously.

Scott’s mouth opened. Then closed.

Then he turned on his heel and left.

Logan turned back to you, smirking. “Guess that answers your question about whether I’m stayin’ away.”

You giggled, still breathless. “Took you long enough.”

He kissed you again, slow and hot, fingers playing with the edge of your silk nightgown.

“You wear this again,” he muttered, “and I won’t be stoppin’ at the kitchen next time.”

The End.

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a/n: guys- I enjoyed writing this a lil too much…

I need help.

Logan Howlett masterlist😛

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Hi congrats on 2k! 💜

Might be feeling sorry for myself because my period started today, so maybe how Logan would support a partner during that ugh time.

sorry i couldn't get this done yesterday when you sent it in, i was a bit behind on requests but i'm slowly catching up! i know a lot of people like chocolate but i actually hate it so i just mentioned 'snacks' and not specifically 'chocolate.'

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warnings/tags: reader is on period, mentions of blood, mentions of pain, soft!logan, fluff

He notices before you even say anything. Your scent changes slightly, your mood dips, and you’re a little more curled in on yourself. Logan’s hyperaware of everything, and he puts it together fast.

He doesn’t say “Are you on your period?” because he wants to live. Instead: “You need anything?” “Want the heating pad?” “I’ll run to the store.”

He will, without complaint, buy pads, tampons, snacks, and three types of tea. Does not care who sees him. Will glare at anyone who gives him so much as a look in the checkout line.

He’s secretly very good at period comfort. Hot water bottle? Check. Soft blanket? Already thrown over you. Favorite snacks? On the table. Ripped-up hoodie of his you love? He’s holding it out wordlessly. “Here. Smells like me. Dunno why that helps, but it always does.”

If you get cramps, he’ll gently pull you into his lap, one hand resting low over your stomach, his other hand combing through your hair while you groan like a dying Victorian heroine.

Grumbles when you try to do anything. “No. Sit down. You’re bleedin’ and pissed off. Let me handle it.”

If you cry for no reason? He just lets you. Doesn’t make fun of you, doesn’t ask too many questions—just holds you tight and mutters things like, “It’s okay,” and “Lemme kill whatever’s makin’ you feel like this.”

If you’re angry? He lets you rage. You snap at him? He doesn’t take it personally. Just raises an eyebrow and asks, “That for me or the hormones?” Either way, he hands you a snack.

He’s not grossed out. At all. You bleed through something? Shrug. He’s been through wars. He’s seen worse. He throws it in the wash and moves on like it’s nothing.

One time you curled up on the couch in one of his flannels and whispered, “Everything hurts,” and he just knelt in front of you and said, “What do you need, darlin’? Name it. I’ll do it.

And he meant anything. Ice cream at midnight. Punching the moon. Carrying you to the bed like you’re made of glass.

He starts keeping a mental calendar. He’s not obvious about it, but around the time he knows it’s coming, he stocks up. Your favorite snack? Already in the pantry. Heat pack? Plugged in. New fuzzy socks? Folded on your pillow.

He has a sixth sense for when it’s a bad one. The kind that knocks you out. The kind that makes you nauseous and foggy and unable to get comfortable. That’s the day he clears his schedule, cancels plans, and doesn’t leave your side unless you kick him out.

He’s surprisingly gentle with physical touch. Doesn’t crowd you. Just waits until you tug on his sleeve or whisper “c’mere” before curling around you like a furnace. One big hand spread over your lower belly, thumb rubbing slow circles. “Right here, huh?” You nod, tears in your eyes. He kisses your temple like it hurts him, too.

When you feel gross, he’s extra sweet. You’re curled up under two blankets, hair a mess, tear tracks on your cheeks, and he just mutters, “You’re still the prettiest damn thing I’ve ever seen.” You roll your eyes. He smirks. “Not jokin’, sweetheart. You’re killin’ me over here.”

If you’re in the mood to rant? He listens. To the bloating. The cramps. The emotional whiplash. The betrayal of your own uterus. And when you say, “I just want to not have this anymore,” he goes: “Say the word. I’ll find whoever designed this nonsense and rearrange their face.”

If you’re curled up and sweating and your back hurts, he’ll sit behind you on the bed with your legs in his lap, rubbing your calves and mumbling, “doin’ great, darlin’. Wish I could take it for ya.”

You once snapped, “Don’t touch me,” then burst into tears five minutes later. He just raised a brow, kissed your hair, and held you like none of it was your fault. Because it wasn’t. “You don’t gotta apologize for feelin’ like hell, darlin’. I’m not goin’ anywhere.”

Logan doesn’t treat it like a nuisance. He treats it like something real. Something hard. Something you battle through every month and come out the other side of. He doesn’t call you dramatic. He calls you tough. “Anyone else bleedin’ for a week would be in the damn hospital. You’re just walkin’ around like it’s Tuesday. Hell of a thing.”

And if all else fails, he’ll carry you to bed, kiss your forehead, and growl out: “You rest. I’ll kill anyone who bothers you. Even Scott.” (Especially Scott.)

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So I know Logan being experienced in dating gives him the skill to woo anybody into a date. How about the opposite, like, imagine you have a crush on Logan and you don't know if he not only likes you back but also will commit to a relationship. And one day he goes up to you and... completely fucks it up asking you out. Like the more he trys to save it the more he fumbling it so hard. But to you its very sweet in how earnest this handsome,experienced Casanova is trying to ask you out, confirming w/out knowing it that hes serious about you. How would you think each Logans would go about it?

(This came about in how most imagines have Logan being smooth as hell, I wondered how would the opposite be. Bc ngl if some one as hot as Logan was fumbling so hard asking me out, I would be so flustered and flattered.)

AAAAAAH I LOVE THIS IDEA!!!

Awhile back I think I wrote a fic of Worst! Wolverine being such a nervous goof trying to ask out reader Just the idea of Logan being so smitten by you he's just a nervous wreck instead of his usual smooth self. I LOVE IT!!!!!!!!

How Nervous Logan(s) Ask You Out!

(another note look how cute he is in this gif OMFGGGGGGG!!!!)

(some of these feel a bit repetitive but bear with me lol, also tried to make these GN! Friendly <3)

Trilogy Logan: Will probably trip over himself trying to talk to you, fumble his words. You're the cute server at the bar he frequents. All smiles and a figure that makes him drool. He's respectful but every time he tries to talk to you his mouth goes dry. You think it's adorable, especially because he puts up a major tough guy act with everyone else, including his friends who occasionally come in with him. Nice people- and you can tell they tease him about you throughout the night. It's not until a late night- you let him stay over closing to finish his drink while you clean, and you can see him nervously tapping his fingers on the counter and watching you while you wiped tables down. You come back over to take his drink after he finishes- and his voice cracks when he says your name, leaving him red in the face. You smile and asks him if he needed something. He stammers, something about getting something to eat, but he mixes up his words and says something about eating you out instead- leaving him completely frozen in fear. It makes you laugh, and he wishes he really could die because he couldn't take the embarrassment- but you kissed his cheek, and said you would love to go out somewhere to eat tomorrow, squeezing his arm reassuringly. You asked him to pick you up on his motorcycle and he smiles and promises he will. He still thinks he's a damn idiot- but at least something worked.

70s Logan: Probably the least awkward, but he's very sweet about it. I think we all agree this Logan is probs the smoothest and flirtiest out of all versions of him. For some reason with you, it draws out that softer side of him- the side that he has buried for a long time. He has felt he could be his real self around you- and that leads to a lot of vulnerability. He doesn't want to mess things up, so he doesn't actually ask you out for awhile, just a lot of sweet compliments and makes subtle comments about you and him being together. However because of him being such a smoothtalker with others- you assumed your relationship would be nothing more than just friends. When he finally asks you out it's something quiet, polite, where he looks at you with those big puppy eyes and asks you in a timid voice and a bouquet of flowers if he could take you out for dinner- a real nice dinner, maybe at your favorite place. It told you that maybe that was real- because he's not putting on a mask. He'll take you dancing and WON'T feel you up- at least until the second date <3

Worst Wolverine: You're the cute one he's sees in the coffee shop you both go to almost every morning before work. Never talked much to each other other than small talk. You think he's soooo handsome- but no way was he into you because he barely spares you a second glance. But he definitely has the biggest crush on you. Hes familiar with your lotion, your coffee order and the fact that you try a new muffin every day. Logan would love to talk to you, get to know you- but shit he's so fucked up, he can't imagine dating, likely will fuck it up- plus the whole different timeline ordeal- and his past. Maybe he gets a lil brave one morning and buys your order for you, He starts overthinking it- what if he completely overthought you and him? What if you haven't noticed him? What if you think he's creepy? When you finally get there, and find your order ready and paid for - the barista points him out and he looks like he wants to die on the spot. You reach him and the first thing he says is "Im sorry" because he's overthinking. You ask him if he wants to sit with you- and finally hold a real conversation. He's SO nervous, but calms down eventually- and you feel like maybe this was the start of something sweet <3

Old Man Logan: He's SO self conscious, and thinks the most self-deprecating things :( (no baby!). He doesn't believe you would go for an old man like him, so he doesn't actually try to ask you out, but he does "flirt" because it just comes naturally to him even when hes aching and tired (you're just that pretty for him). Except his flirts come out SO dry and strange sounding- because he does it SO seriously. He'll compliment you and start worrying about freaking you out. However you just love how cute he gets when he begins flustering and overthinking. He short circuits when you ask him out- his mouth opening and closing like a dying fish- he's wondering if you're feeling okay because him? Really? He's embarrassed with his reactions, but you reassure him that you think he's so cute- and he'll probably ask you if you need to borrow his glasses.

2013 Logan: He's grumpy-shy. He was on his own for a long time before you met. You're the prettiest lil thing he's seen in his entire (long) life and honestly he's forgotten how to interact with people- much less flirt. He messes up on his flirts more than once and youre not quite sure what he was trying to say but you smile and thank him anyway. He sounds a bit cranky when he compliments you and it's a mixture of offputting and endearing- but he's cute so you don't mind. It's not until one night you're talking deep in conversations and opening up to each other and he's trying to get out how he feels about you but he keeps messing up and stammering because you're looking at him with those such pretty eyes and he can't think straight and finally just breaks and kisses you. Hes not great with words anyway. Maybe you noticed the hand he was cupping your face with was shaking a little bit when he moves it away.

Patch! Logan: Okay I think it's so funny the idea of the most suave out of all logans being SO flustered trying to ask you out. Patch is all about being discreet, a scoundrel, hes a smoothtalker. He's NONE of those things with you. Who are you? Maybe a breathtaking singer at the casino, or a stunning cocktail waitress, maybe even the daughter of one of the corrupt men Logans looking to take down- whoever you are, you take his breath away and all his instincts and common sense go down the drain. However you took this to believe that he didn't actually like you because he is just so tense around you. He catches you in the halls after a successful night of some roulette and poker, and wants to spend some of his earnings with you. He's trying to be charming, feeling confident since he's gotten lucky already tonight. He's leaning against the wall over you- flashing a cute smile, able to hold more of a convo than he has in awhile without saying something embarrassing. When he goes to walk with you- he trips over himself and lands on the floor. You're cooing over him, trying to make sure hes okay and he's got this dopey look about it and finally tells you he will be if you join him for a drink.

Cowboy Logan: He's a serious and intimidating character in your town. Most people avoid him, whispering stories of the cowboy that showed up awhile back- but you knew deep down that maybe there was more to him than his roguish looks. He's a gentleman to you anytime you spend time together, holds doors open for you, kisses the back of your hand, and always takes his hat off out of respect. He's quiet, always letting you talk first. He always looks like a hurt puppy around you, and is so gentle. When he finally asks to properly court you, he appears on the porch of your home, taking his hat off and using his manners in speaking to you. He stammers a bit and has blush on his cheeks- when he tells you how beautiful you are, and asks if you'd give a cowboy like him a chance to win your heart. You'd be crazy not to <3

DOFP Logan: The other professor at the school he has a major crush on, and doesn't know what to do about it. To you, you had no idea. Logan seems to be so comfortable with everyone else- but with you he always acted...different- leading you to believe he doesn't like you like that until it's Ororo who points out that he literally stutters when he's trying to flirt with you (You: He was flirting?). His face gets red, and he seems to shut down whenever you smile at him- not to mention when you attempt to flirt with him, he gets even more flustered and can't even flirt back, usually thanking you and smoothing back his hair or scratching his beard and fidgeting nervously- and it made you blieve you made him uncomfortable. He hasn't dated in a while, having prioritized the x-men and teaching- so hes rusty on the flirting game even with his age. His feelings for you snuck up on him and honestly he's not quite sure what to do about it. It's only after a few dates that he starts to relax around you- and you get to have a turn becoming flustered by his classic Logan charm.

Origins Logan: OKAY I SWEAR!!! This one would be the most SWEETEST about it. He's like a kid going up to his very first crush. He's all shy, asking about your day and other small talk. Youre the pretty librarian he sees through the window and he finally gets the nerve to go in and talk to you- making excuses for renting movies or getting certain books that he actually read 50+ years ago (you don't know that yet) He comes by every week and he lets you do the talking because you just make him nervous he doesn't know what to say- just a smile and a nod and you think he must find you so annoying because you're ranting about one of your favorite books that you got him to read. However he loves listening to you talk, and hearing you be so passionate. It's not until he quietly gifts you a 1st edition of one of your favorite books that you must have mentioned in passing wishing you had that you realized that maybe you two had something a lil more going on than just him listen to you ramble on all the time. Maybe he rents a movie you say you really wanted to watch in passing- and he trips over his words trying to invite you over to watch it with him- only to shut up when he messes up for 5th time. You smile, and ask him what time <3

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OMG! just thought of this but Logan being able to purr when he feels safe and comfortable and it getting so strong that his chest literally vibrates and him sitting reader on his chest and her getting off on it

AAAAAAA I LOVE THIS (gn!reader, suggestive but SFW)

You have suspicions since the very start.

Like the first time you rode on his bike. It was some innocuous thing that you barely remember—a date you were late to, and him needing to run an errand in the city anyway. After some mandatory teasing about the lucky guy you were going to meet, he was actually being a nice colleague.

Traffic was bad and you hated the idea of being late enough to make your date think he was getting stood up.

"Better hold on tight, then, sweetheart," he said over his shoulder.

You didn't immediately register, and Logan revved, bike lurching forward with a burst of speed. Your body jerked the only direction it could—towards him—and so you found yourself wrapping your arms around his torso.

A raised voice when you scolded him half-heartedly about arriving in one piece. He laughed, the sound rumbling in his chest. You could feel it in yours.

The bike growled again. Motherfucker did it on purpose, the momentum swaying you violently till your chest was pressed against his back.

That was the first time you felt it.

Thought it for a split second before dismissing it, because there was no way he purred.

It must've been the collective grumbles of exhaust pipes in rush hour, the growls of engines forced to a standstill, the engine of the bike you were sitting on.

You couldn't remember what the date was like.

And now, a couple years later, you're humming as you lay on top of Logan. It's a lazy Sunday morning, sun bathing the bedroom of your shared apartment. If you were barely dressed for bed, you are even more exposed now. Logan is the same, shirtless, sweatpants low on his hips.

He couldn't keep his hands off you.

Even now, a big palm rests on your back, stroking down your spine, steady and slow. You lean up, pressing a kiss on the slope of his shoulder.

Then you feel it.

Purring.

A smile on your face when you whisper, voice hoarse. An aftermath of the early morning and the thing you just did with him.

"You seem pleased."

He grunts—the sound for "don't push me" in Logan-speak, but there's no vitriol. His hand moves to your hair, carding through them.

"I like it when you purr. You're like a big cat." You sit up on his chest, both hands snaking up to playfully tug at the tufts of hair that sticks out to the sides of his head. Your movement causes his hand to drift down, fingers finding their home in the curve of your ass.

"Yeah?" he rasps.

You sigh. He looks so good like this, handsome even when half-awake, rays of light mapping the topography of his face. Narrowed eyes. Like a cat in a warm patch of sun.

"Yeah."

You lean down to brush your lips against his. When you part, he chases you, deepening it. The rumble in his chest is unmistakable now, more sensation than sound. You press yourself closer to him, laughing softly when he flips you on your back, hovering above you.

"That's 'cause I am, honey."

When he crashes into you again, he's still purring.

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okay actually reblogging again after rereading because there’s a line that means a lot to me that i really need to highlight—

Still holding you close, he let his fingers trace absent patterns along your thighs, the heat of his touch seeping through the delicate fabric. “I ever tell ya how much I love you?”

this… this phrase, it’s something i said all my life to someone who isn’t here anymore. it’s such a little thing, but it’s important enough to me i’ve considered having it tattooed before.

anyway, i thought you should know you gave me this little serendipitous reminder of my lost loved one, it felt really special. i hope this isn’t weird to share. thank you 🤍

✰ MADE OF SILK

→ summary: logan can't help but be obsessed with you in your pretty nightgowns.

⤿ logan howlett x reader / cw: suggestive with sexual tension, soft intimacy, cuddling, loving touch, protective behavior, soft, fluffy, I wrote this with worst!logan in mind but I think you can imagine any logan you want.

⤿ word count! 1k

Logan had always been a man of jagged edges.

A man who carried the weight of lifetimes on his broad shoulders, whose knuckles were more familiar with blood than tenderness. He was built for war, made for the wild—gruff and hardened by the years, by loss, by the ghosts of memories too tangled to unravel.

And then there was you.

Soft. Sweet. Sugar spun into a real, breathing thing. Everything he wasn’t.

Everything he didn’t think he’d ever get to have.

He had no business being with you, and yet, somehow, you had taken one look at the sharp edges of him and decided you weren’t afraid of getting cut. Had smiled that sunshine smile, touched him with hands made of silk and stardust, and looked at him like he was something worth keeping.

Damn if that didn’t ruin him.

You weren’t just gentle—you were delicate in the way flowers bloomed in the spring, in the way lace wove itself into intricate, beautiful patterns, too fine to be touched without care. But that softness didn’t make you fragile. No, you were something far more dangerous than that.

You were warmth. And Logan had never been good at handling warmth.

But oh, how he wanted to.

If he had to pick his favorite thing about you—which was impossible because there were too many—then maybe it’d be the way you dressed at night.

Dainty little nightgowns in all shades of pastels, adorned with lace or silk or sheer fabrics that teased against your skin. Always pretty, always delicate, making you look like something out of a dream. A doll come to life. A vision he didn’t deserve to hold, but one he’d fight tooth and nail to keep.

And you had to know what you were doing to him.

There was no way in hell you didn’t notice the way his breath hitched every damn time you walked in, the way his muscles went taut beneath his skin, his jaw clenching so hard it could crack. The way his hands twitched with the need to grab, to hold, to feel.

Tonight was no different.

Logan was already in bed, lounging with a book in hand, though he wasn’t reading a damn word. His focus was elsewhere—waiting. Anticipating.

And then you appeared.

Padding into the room like you hadn’t just made his lungs forget how to work.

Tonight’s nightgown was a soft blush pink, lace trim tracing the hem and neckline, the fabric sheer enough that the golden glow of the bedside lamp kissed your skin right through it. The delicate straps barely clung to your shoulders, one already slipping down in a way that made his throat dry up.

You weren’t even trying, and yet you had him right where you wanted him.

“Somethin’ on your mind, sugar?” You asked, throwing him the sweetest little smile.

He exhaled sharply, shutting his book with a little more force than necessary. “You’re gonna be the death of me, sweetheart.”

You blinked up at him, all innocence and mischief, and his chest ached with how damn much he loved you.

“Whatever do you mean, Logan?” You teased, tilting your head, pretending you didn’t know exactly what he meant.

Oh, you little—

His gaze dragged over you, slow and heavy, drinking you in like the last drop of whiskey in a bottle. And you—perfect, angelic you—just smiled that sweet, knowing smile, padding over to the bed like you didn’t have him by the throat.

Logan ran a hand down his face, exhaling hard through his nose. “You know exactly what I mean.”

You giggled as you climbed into bed beside him, the sound soft and airy, the kind of laugh that made his stomach flip. “Well, I certainly hope not. I’d miss you too much.”

With a low growl, he reached out, catching your wrist, tugging you closer until you half-fell into his lap. You squeaked, giggling as you braced yourself against his chest, palms pressing over hard muscle.

“You’re real cute, y’know that?” His voice was low, rough, like gravel smoothed by whiskey and smoke. His lips brushed against your forehead.

You beamed up at him, all sunshine and mischief. “I like when you call me cute.”

Logan huffed, shaking his head, but his hands—big, warm, roughened by years of fighting—slid down to your hips, thumbs grazing the soft, silky fabric of your nightgown. “You wear these damn things on purpose.”

Your lashes fluttered, feigning innocence. “What things?”

Logan leveled you with a look. “These,” he muttered, tugging lightly at the lace-trimmed hem. “Your little nightgowns.”

You bit your lip, smiling, and he just about lost it.

“I like feeling pretty,” you said simply, and the honesty in your voice made his heart clench.

He swallowed. Hard. Because damn it, you were pretty. You were the kind of pretty that made his chest ache, made his hands itch to touch, to worship, to hold on tight and never let go.

“You’re more than pretty, sweetheart,” he murmured, voice rough with something too big for words.

Your cheeks flushed, the blush dusting over your soft skin, and Logan swore it was the best damn thing he’d ever seen.

Still holding you close, he let his fingers trace absent patterns along your thighs, the heat of his touch seeping through the delicate fabric. “I ever tell ya how much I love you?”

Your smile softened, eyes shining as you nodded. “All the time.”

“Good,” he muttered, dragging you impossibly closer until you were nestled against him, warm and sweet and everything he didn’t know he needed. “I’m gonna keep tellin’ you.”

And just like that, the rest of the world faded away.

Because here, in this moment, with you wrapped up in his arms, dressed in something soft and sweet just like you—Logan finally felt something close to peace.

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✰ MADE OF SILK

→ summary: logan can't help but be obsessed with you in your pretty nightgowns.

⤿ logan howlett x reader / cw: suggestive with sexual tension, soft intimacy, cuddling, loving touch, protective behavior, soft, fluffy, I wrote this with worst!logan in mind but I think you can imagine any logan you want.

⤿ word count! 1k

Logan had always been a man of jagged edges.

A man who carried the weight of lifetimes on his broad shoulders, whose knuckles were more familiar with blood than tenderness. He was built for war, made for the wild—gruff and hardened by the years, by loss, by the ghosts of memories too tangled to unravel.

And then there was you.

Soft. Sweet. Sugar spun into a real, breathing thing. Everything he wasn’t.

Everything he didn’t think he’d ever get to have.

He had no business being with you, and yet, somehow, you had taken one look at the sharp edges of him and decided you weren’t afraid of getting cut. Had smiled that sunshine smile, touched him with hands made of silk and stardust, and looked at him like he was something worth keeping.

Damn if that didn’t ruin him.

You weren’t just gentle—you were delicate in the way flowers bloomed in the spring, in the way lace wove itself into intricate, beautiful patterns, too fine to be touched without care. But that softness didn’t make you fragile. No, you were something far more dangerous than that.

You were warmth. And Logan had never been good at handling warmth.

But oh, how he wanted to.

If he had to pick his favorite thing about you—which was impossible because there were too many—then maybe it’d be the way you dressed at night.

Dainty little nightgowns in all shades of pastels, adorned with lace or silk or sheer fabrics that teased against your skin. Always pretty, always delicate, making you look like something out of a dream. A doll come to life. A vision he didn’t deserve to hold, but one he’d fight tooth and nail to keep.

And you had to know what you were doing to him.

There was no way in hell you didn’t notice the way his breath hitched every damn time you walked in, the way his muscles went taut beneath his skin, his jaw clenching so hard it could crack. The way his hands twitched with the need to grab, to hold, to feel.

Tonight was no different.

Logan was already in bed, lounging with a book in hand, though he wasn’t reading a damn word. His focus was elsewhere—waiting. Anticipating.

And then you appeared.

Padding into the room like you hadn’t just made his lungs forget how to work.

Tonight’s nightgown was a soft blush pink, lace trim tracing the hem and neckline, the fabric sheer enough that the golden glow of the bedside lamp kissed your skin right through it. The delicate straps barely clung to your shoulders, one already slipping down in a way that made his throat dry up.

You weren’t even trying, and yet you had him right where you wanted him.

“Somethin’ on your mind, sugar?” You asked, throwing him the sweetest little smile.

He exhaled sharply, shutting his book with a little more force than necessary. “You’re gonna be the death of me, sweetheart.”

You blinked up at him, all innocence and mischief, and his chest ached with how damn much he loved you.

“Whatever do you mean, Logan?” You teased, tilting your head, pretending you didn’t know exactly what he meant.

Oh, you little—

His gaze dragged over you, slow and heavy, drinking you in like the last drop of whiskey in a bottle. And you—perfect, angelic you—just smiled that sweet, knowing smile, padding over to the bed like you didn’t have him by the throat.

Logan ran a hand down his face, exhaling hard through his nose. “You know exactly what I mean.”

You giggled as you climbed into bed beside him, the sound soft and airy, the kind of laugh that made his stomach flip. “Well, I certainly hope not. I’d miss you too much.”

With a low growl, he reached out, catching your wrist, tugging you closer until you half-fell into his lap. You squeaked, giggling as you braced yourself against his chest, palms pressing over hard muscle.

“You’re real cute, y’know that?” His voice was low, rough, like gravel smoothed by whiskey and smoke. His lips brushed against your forehead.

You beamed up at him, all sunshine and mischief. “I like when you call me cute.”

Logan huffed, shaking his head, but his hands—big, warm, roughened by years of fighting—slid down to your hips, thumbs grazing the soft, silky fabric of your nightgown. “You wear these damn things on purpose.”

Your lashes fluttered, feigning innocence. “What things?”

Logan leveled you with a look. “These,” he muttered, tugging lightly at the lace-trimmed hem. “Your little nightgowns.”

You bit your lip, smiling, and he just about lost it.

“I like feeling pretty,” you said simply, and the honesty in your voice made his heart clench.

He swallowed. Hard. Because damn it, you were pretty. You were the kind of pretty that made his chest ache, made his hands itch to touch, to worship, to hold on tight and never let go.

“You’re more than pretty, sweetheart,” he murmured, voice rough with something too big for words.

Your cheeks flushed, the blush dusting over your soft skin, and Logan swore it was the best damn thing he’d ever seen.

Still holding you close, he let his fingers trace absent patterns along your thighs, the heat of his touch seeping through the delicate fabric. “I ever tell ya how much I love you?”

Your smile softened, eyes shining as you nodded. “All the time.”

“Good,” he muttered, dragging you impossibly closer until you were nestled against him, warm and sweet and everything he didn’t know he needed. “I’m gonna keep tellin’ you.”

And just like that, the rest of the world faded away.

Because here, in this moment, with you wrapped up in his arms, dressed in something soft and sweet just like you—Logan finally felt something close to peace.

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[marshmallowmusing]

boyfriend reveal

[marshmallowmusing]

Pairing: Logan (specifically worst!Wolverine) x fem!Reader

Summary: After you catch your friends badmouthing your talkative nature, you start holding back. Logan is not having it.

Word Count: 7.1k

Genre: Smut (18+; MDNI!!!)

Warnings: no use of (Y/N); strong language; angst (with a happy ending); self-hatred; slow burn; explicit sexual situations; oral sex (female receiving); face sitting; breast play; p in v sex (him on top); mentions of clawing; Logan has a bit of a pain kink; reader is described as a talker; reader’s friends are secretly the worst; Logan is the best; Wade, Vanessa, and Peter are supporting characters (and also the best); Mary Puppins and Blind Al cameos; Logan gets called “Wolverine” once

Author’s Note: I didn’t think I’d be going back to Logan smut so soon, but here we are! Enjoy!

P.S. I DO NOT OWN WOLVERINE, DEADPOOL, OR ANY OTHER CHARACTER(S) IN THE DEADPOOL/MARVEL UNIVERSE!!! I ALSO DO NOT OWN ANYTHING/ANYONE THAT IS WITTILY REFERENCED!!!

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You loved to talk.

You had always been that way. It wasn’t because you loved to hear the sound of your own voice or anything malicious like that. You were just a passionate person who had this natural ability to have long-winded conversations about a variety of topics.

When you were a kid, adults found it cute and just let you be. As you got older and more self-aware, you found yourself abruptly stopping and blushing in embarrassment, only for people to assure you that you were alright. In short, you had never gotten much criticism when it came to you talking a lot. If anything, your friends encouraged it. You had two friend groups, though.

The first group included Wade Wilson, a blabber mouth himself with a colorful vocabulary. It was your shared tendency to go on and on about everything that made you instant BFFs. Through him, you met the rest of your little group – Vanessa, Wade’s on-off lover who was great for good old-fashioned girl talk, and Peter, who had his own way of making the simplest things seem life-changing. There was one more person, but you didn’t see him as a friend.

He was different, special, the love of your life.

He was Logan.

Logan was pretty, strong, pretty strong, and pretty silent for the most part. You had met him a few times before, but things didn’t really click between you two until a month later. You were having a sleepover at Wade’s apartment, cuddling Mary Puppins on the couch and waiting for him to come back with the latest limited edition ice cream. (“It’s from the people who made ranch ice cream!” he insisted.) You don’t know how you got started, but you ended up giving this long spiel to Logan about this couple on this TV show that you and Wade were binging that Logan could give two shits about. He can’t lie, he was a bit annoyed at first, thinking of you as the female Wade. But if he was so annoyed, why didn’t he go and hide in his room? And why did he slowly start to warm up to the sound of your voice and your energy?

You finally looked his way and noticed his glazed eyes. It was something you were all too familiar with - you had gone too far and left the other person so far behind. You let out a small, embarrassed laugh before curling in on yourself and stuffing your face with popcorn. “Aaannnddd you don’t care about any of that! I’m so sorry! I’ll shut up now!”

“No, no!” Logan exclaimed. “It’s not that!”

You scooted back a bit more in surprise.

“I mean, yeah, I don’t know the first thing about reality TV – except there’s nothing real about it – but… I like hearing you talk about it.”

Your expression softened. “Really?”

“I don’t say something unless I mean it, sweetheart,” he said. The nickname made you blush for a whole other reason. It was a sight Logan could see himself getting used to.

About two weeks after that, you two started seeing each other romantically. “I love it! Very ‘grumpy-cat-and-sunshine-dog,’” as Wade put it during another one of your sleepovers. With you, though, Logan wasn’t as grumpy. You loosened him up and acted as a light in his darkest moments. For his part, Logan protected you and made sure you were always taken care of and happy. You two made a cute, almost perfect couple. Plus, the sex was amazing.

You were as vocal in the bedroom as you were out of it. You talked to Logan about what you wanted, how good he made you feel, how good you wanted to make him feel. You would moan, giggle, pant, scream. Logan never knew what song you were going to sing once he got you underneath him, but he got a good concert every time. That was the analogy you used when you were talking to your other friend group.

Three girls that you’d known since college made up this second group of yours – Addy, Jennifer, and Claire. You had so much fun with them back in the day, something that changed drastically once you all graduated and began living your own lives. That’s when the four of you decided to meet at least once a month to catch up. This time, it was lunch at a local Italian restaurant. Addy was gunning for an A.D.A position. Jennifer was producing some great content for her company’s social media. Claire was getting ready to be a stay-at-home mom with her first child. And you were currently going on about your own accomplishments at work and how it had drained you a little bit and how you hoped to plan a little getaway with Logan at some point in the future, maybe a cabin in the woods somewhere because he loved stuff like that and it would allow you to let off as much steam and be as loud as you wanted. All three girls’ eyes nearly popped out of their heads, something that did not escape you and made you abruptly stop and blush as usual.

“Oh, God! I’m so sorry! TMI! I know! I know!” you hurriedly said.

Addy, Jennifer, and Claire quickly spoke on top of one another.

“No! Not at all!”

“You’re fine, girl. Don’t worry about it.”

“People have sex.”

Addy kept talking as she dug into her salad. “I’m glad he makes you so happy. We all are.” Jennifer and Claire nodded in unison.

You smiled at their validity. “Thanks.” As you slurped up your spaghetti, you could feel the sauce staining your face. “God, I’m a mess! I’m gonna go the restroom real quick.”

You maneuvered out of your seat and headed to your destination, which was fortunately right next to your table. You cleaned any trace of sauce from your face before doing the same with your hands. Satisfied, you headed back when you heard something that made you stop in your tracks.

“I swear, I could shove an entire pizza in her mouth to get her to shut up.” It was Addy.

“Are you serious?” That was Claire.

“Yes! Even in college, I couldn’t stand how much she ran her mouth.”

“If I had a boyfriend like hers, I’d run my mouth off, too. He’s hot.” Last but not least, Jennifer.

You found yourself moving as close as you could to the opening next to your table without being seen. You thought maybe if you listened more, you’d find out that Addy was talking about someone else. Or if she was talking about you, then Jennifer and Claire would come to your defense. Oh, how wrong you were.

“I’m honestly surprised they’ve lasted this long,” Addy said after taking another bite of her salad. “He’ll probably dump her soon, though. I can hardly stand her when we meet once a month. I can’t even begin to imagine how anyone could put up with her for an entire day, for weeks, hell months on end!”

“Yeah! Remember how many boyfriends she had back in the day?” Jennifer asked. “She would complain about how they dumped her because she was ‘too much’? What they actually meant was she talked too much. You’d think she would’ve taken the hint and grown up by now.”

“I don’t know if that’s completely fair,” Claire tried. “At least she’s aware of how much she talks and stops herself sometimes.”

“Yeah, after about an hour of yapping like a freaking dog,” Addy scoffed. “Just watch. A month from now, she’s going to come crying to us about how Logan broke up with her and play the victim for a week straight by whining about how much she loved him and how she thought he was the one…”

“Blah blah blah…” Jennifer piped in.

“And then she’ll move onto some other guy and talk his ear off and talk our ears off about him and how much she loves him and how she thinks he’s the one…”

“Blah blah blah…”

“And then she’ll come crying to us about how he broke up with her-“

“Blah blah blah!” Jennifer finished, this time with a laugh that Addy matched in pitch and bitchiness. Jennifer then stopped to ask, “Hey, do you think she’d be too distracted by the sound of her own voice to notice if one of us flirts with Logan?”

“I think she loves him too much to allow any of us to flirt with him,” Claire managed to get out.

“I mean once they break up, Claire,” Jennifer clarified pointedly.

“Ooo, good point!” Addy exclaimed. “You know when she brought him to Claire’s house for that barbeque? I was trying to move past him to get another margherita and I touched his arm and his muscles were so firm! Ugh, I can only imagine what they feel like wrapped around-“

You’d had enough at that point. It took all your strength not to run back to the restroom so you could throw up. Instead, you walked out and stood next to Addy.

“Hey, girls. I’m actually not feeling too well, so I’m going to head out,” you said as evenly as you could.

“Oh, are you sure, hon?” Addy asked, looking concerned. Jennifer and Claire shot their own looks. You didn’t believe a single one of them.

“Yeah,” you said, plastering on a smile. “I don’t think that spaghetti is agreeing with me. I’m just gonna go home and take it easy. I’ll text you later.”

“Well, okay,” Addy shrugged. “Talk later.”

“Feel better,” was all Jennifer offered.

“I’m sorry,” Claire said.

Addy got up to give you a hug, but you were quick to move away from her. You simply waved goodbye to them and made your exit. Before you got to your car, you took one last look inside and saw Addy and Jennifer laughing it up while Claire just ate her food.

You were feeling so many different things on the drive back. Betrayal. Anger. Sadness. Shame. Stupidity. Confusion. As soon as your body hit your bed, it all came out in waves. You clung to your pillow and curled up as tightly as you could. All you could focus on was getting all the pain out of your system by crying your eyes out.

You accomplished your goal about an hour later. With no more tears left, your eyes just stared at your ceiling as your brain began to turn. Each new thought made you spiral downward.

You talked too much. You knew that. Other people knew that. They had been telling you for years that it was no big deal, but they were wrong… or lying. They were all lying. Deep down they hated your talking. They hated you. Your friends hated you. And it wasn’t just Addy or Jennifer or even Claire. It was Wade, Vanessa, Peter… Logan. They all secretly wished you wouldn’t talk so much, or at all. If you kept talking like you did, they were going to leave you. Logan would leave you. You couldn’t bear losing Logan. You loved him too much. You had to change. You had to be better. You would be better. You’d stop talking. From that moment on, you were no longer going to say anything. You were just going to bite your tongue and give everyone some peace and quiet. Everyone will be happier. Logan will be happier. It was for the best. Everything would be fine.

You just had to stop talking.

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Logan leaned against the wall outside of your apartment. He had been having a rough week and couldn’t wait to see his favorite girl. He also couldn’t wait to see your face light up when he revealed his plans for date night – dinner at your favorite diner and a movie. He let himself imagine your sweet voice for a moment, talking about how excited you were and how wonderful he was.

He finally heard the doorknob turn and pushed himself up to meet you. You looked beautiful, as usual.

“Hey,” he greeted you.

“Hey,” you echoed, giving him a quick peck on the lips.

“So, I was thinking we could go to that diner you love and then catch that movie you’ve been talking about,” he explained.

Your eyes widened as did your smile. The only thing that came out of your mouth was, “Great.” You then moved past him to exit the building.

Logan stood there slightly confused. He was expecting a bit more from you. He quickly shook it off and jogged to catch up to you.

“Wade and Blind Al went to see the movie last week,” he said, holding your hand. “She said he was shit at explaining what was going on.” You hummed in response. That was it. Now Logan was even more confused.

Things didn’t get much better as you two walked to the diner. Any attempts at conversation made by Logan were met with either small noises of acknowledgement or one-word responses. He finally confronted the matter once you sat down and got your drinks.

“Seems like I’m not the only one who’s had a bad week,” he started.

“Huh?” you asked, looking up from your water.

“Usually, you’re going a mile a minute. What’s got you down, baby?”

“I’m… fine.”

Logan didn’t believe that for a second. You could see that and put on your best smile. “Nothing’s wrong. Really. I’m just… taking things in. Enjoying the moment, you know?”

Logan wanted to dig deeper, but then the food came out and you busied yourself with your burger and fries. Although he wasn’t completely satisfied with your answer, he decided to let the matter go for the time being. The night was still young. He figured by the time you two got to the theater, you’d be back to being yourself at least a little bit.

However, you were quiet as a church mouse from beginning to end. You didn’t have any little outbursts when the characters onscreen did something stupid or surprising or romantic or whatever. Even when Logan asked what you thought on the walk back, fully expecting you to go in-depth about how one actor stood out as being good or horrible or how the direction was unique or stale or even how the music was great or God-awful, you merely responded with, “I liked it.”

He suddenly stopped and forced you to do the same.

“Alright, can you please tell me what’s wrong?” he asked.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean can you please tell me why you’ve barely talked all night?”

“I told you, I’m just taking everything in.”

“Yeah, and I don’t buy that.”

“Well, it’s the truth,” you insisted, trying to lead Logan back in the direction of your apartment. He didn’t budge. Instead, he grabbed you gently by the arms, holding you in place.

“Sweetheart, please...”

“I’m fine, Logan,” you said as you tried to wiggle your way free.

“Come on, you tell me everything. It shouldn’t be hard to tell me what’s going on now.”

“It’s nothing! I swear!”

“Whatever it is, I’m sure it’s not-“

“I SAID I’M FINE!!!” you exploded, pushing your way out of Logan’s grip. You turned on your heels and continued your journey, not bothering to wait or even look back at Logan.

He stared at you in shock. He never saw you get like that before. Something big must’ve happened for you to be acting like this, but obviously the best course of action wasn’t to press you on the matter. There were times when he needed space before opening up. Maybe you were the same way right now. He decided to back off and give you as much space as you needed to get back to being you.

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The next time you spoke to Logan was a couple days later, just before you two met up with Wade, Vanessa, and Peter at the bar. You apologized for snapping at him, but you didn’t explain why like he secretly hoped. He took what he could get, though.

Everyone was so excited to see you. You greeted each of them with a warm smile, a “hey” or “hello,” and a small hug. You then got settled in with Logan in a booth, his arm instinctively going around you. He figured maybe you’d start feeling better if you were surrounded by your best friends.

Vanessa talked about her work and uptight boss.

Peter talked about a new self-help book he was reading.

Wade talked about trying this new recipe for chimichangas that ended up tasting horrible so he gave it to Mary Puppins, only for her to think the same thing and throw up in Logan’s shoes.

Logan got onto Wade for talking about Mary Puppins throwing up in his shoes.

You, however, remained silent. All you did was drink, munch on the cheese curds Wade got for you all, and listen to everyone tell their stories. There were a few times Logan caught you opening your mouth to say something only to close it. Fortunately, it wasn’t just him who noticed your change in behavior.

Vanessa, ever the observer, took advantage of a break in Wade’s story to ask, “Hey, are you alright?”

Your eyes widened. “Hmm?”

“You’re pretty quiet tonight,” she explained.

Wade gasped. “OMFG, yeah! I’m on my third banana daquiri and you haven’t said a peep! I’m zipping my mouth now, girl. Go on, give us everything!”

Logan looked at you closely. Would this be the time you finally let it all out?

“There’s… not that much to say, honestly.”

Logan tried not to let his disappointment show. Wade and Vanessa, meanwhile, could not hide their confusion.

“Really?” Wade asked. “But it seems like you’ve always got something to share. I feel like I’m on the Drew Barrymore Show when I’m with you.”

“Oh, I love her!” Peter commented, not really getting the gravity of the situation. “I wish she would come back to acting. I love the movies she does with Adam Sandler. What was that one where she can’t remember him so he-“

“Yeah, yeah! I know that one!” Wade snapped his fingers wildly. “It’s… it’s uh… God damn it! What is it?” He turned to you for an answer.

“I don’t know,” you mumbled. “I’m going to the ladies’ room.” You peeled Logan’s arm off so you could get up. You then scurried away without another word, leaving everyone to stare after you stunned, even Peter who now understood that something was wrong. All eyes landed on Logan.

“What did you do?” Wade asked, accusatorily.

Logan whipped his head around. “What did I do?”

“Yes! She’s usually all over you and spilling all the tea. Now the tea and passion are colder than the Arctic! She’s never acted like this before and I assume it’s because the two of you are in the middle of a lovers’ quarrel. So I will ask again, and remember that you are under oath, what did you do?!”

“Wade…” Vanessa began.

“I didn’t do anything,” Logan beat her to it.

“Liar!” Wade pointed a finger, which Logan was quick to swat away.

“I’m not lying! She’s been like this ever since our date the other night. I’ve been trying to figure out what’s wrong with her, but she won’t budge.”

“Can you think of anything that might’ve happened to her before you saw her?” Vanessa asked more gently than Wade, who was still giving Logan the stink eye until he was proven innocent.

Logan slumped back in his seat. “No,” he sighed as he finished off his beer.

“Maybe she should read my self-help book,” Peter offered. “I can give her my copy once I’m done. It’s got a great chapter on communication.”

Vanessa shook her head. “She’s never needed help before, Peter, especially when it comes to communication. I don’t think that’s what this is.”

“Well, you’re the girl expert here. What is it?” Logan inquired.

“I don’t know, but whatever it is she needs to know that we are here for her. We can’t do that if we’re not a united front.” She directed that last part at Wade, who finally settled down.

“Alright, Arrested Development,” he said under his breath as he sipped his daquiri.

“Oh, I love that group! It was the only rap I was allowed to listen to back in the day…” Peter went on and on, even as you returned from the restroom.

You situated yourself back under Logan’s arm and continued your silent treatment. You tried to look as normal as possible. That didn’t stop Logan, Wade, and Vanessa from being concerned about you, which lasted even after you said your goodbyes and walked arm in arm with Logan into the night. They hoped that this was just some weird phase and not something permanent. Sullen, sad, and quiet didn’t really suit you.

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You had managed to be quiet with Logan.

You had managed to be quiet with friends.

The real challenge was if you could manage to be quiet in the bedroom.

After another one of your dates with Logan, you dared to let him into your apartment for the night. Before long, you were making out like teenagers on the edge of your bed. He only left to turn on the lamp on your nightstand so he could see your pretty face. Once he returned in front of you, he helped you out of the bottom half of your clothes and kneeled down to help himself to your sweet pussy. As he licked your folds and did small, teasing swipes to your clit every now and then, you moaned in delight.

Suddenly, it hit you - you needed to tone it down. You quickly bit your lip, closed your eyes, and concentrated on not making too much noise. You were doing alright for a few minutes until Logan slowly lifted his head up.

“You enjoying this, baby?” he asked, his hold on your legs loosening slightly.

You nodded and hummed as you guided his head back down to your center. He went back to eating you out, a bit more cautious than before in case you changed your mind. You let a moan slip once or twice so as to not raise his suspicions, but it wasn’t enough. After another minute of this, he lifted his head up again to look at you.

“Are you sure you want this?”

You nodded again vigorously, your hand coming down on his head hard and quick to push him back down. “Yes.”

Logan sighed. “No, wait.” He pulled himself away and leaned back on his knees.

You chased after him. “No, no, no! Please! Don’t stop!”

“I’m not starting again until you tell me what’s wrong.”

“Nothing is wrong.”

“Bullshit.”

“It’s not-“

“You’ve said only a handful of words this entire week. You don’t talk to me. You don’t talk to Wade or Vanessa. I’ve been giving you space hoping that you’ll open up, but I can’t do it anymore. You need to starting talking now.”

You tried grabbing his hands to pull him closer to you. “Please, just-“

He shook his head. “No. Not until you talk to me.”

“I… I…” Tears started forming at the corners of your eyes. “I can’t.”

“Of course you can. You love to talk.”

“YEAH AND THAT’S THE FUCKING PROBLEM!!!” you snapped, the dam finally breaking. You moved away and hid under your blankets so he couldn’t see you cry. He could hear you, though, and it broke his heart. It was the one sound he didn’t want to hear from you.

Logan slowly got up and moved to the other side of the bed. He laid down next to you, propped himself up on his elbow, and rubbed up and down where he felt your arm under the sheets. This went on for a good long while until you poked your head out for some air. Logan took a peek over your shoulder and saw that your face was red and puffy.

“Hey, hey…” he cooed, rolling you over to face him. He moved your hair out of the way and wiped away the rest of your tears. You were still under the covers, save for your head, while Logan was on top of them. That didn’t stop him from pulling you closer to him. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, taking in his warmth and smell.

Once he heard and felt your breathing even out, he tried again.

“I’m sorry. I just… You never not have anything to say. So when you stopped talking, I got worried. I just want you to be happy. I love you.”

You slowly lifted your head to look him in the eyes. “I-I love you, t-too,” you gulped out.

“Then please, please baby, talk to me. Tell me what’s wrong.”

You thought long and hard about it. This wasn’t working, at least not the way you were doing it. You needed to tell him. Maybe once you explained yourself, he would respect your decision not to talk so much. With a deep breath, you sat up and let it all out.

“A few days ago, I had lunch with my girlfriends, Addy, Jennifer, and Claire. You remember them. I went to the restroom and when I came back, I overheard them talking about me. They were saying that I talk too much and should learn to shut up. They said that’s why I couldn’t keep a boyfriend and they were surprised you were still with me… but that it wouldn’t be long before you dumped me. And then they talked about trying to get with you once you were single. Addy even said she was trying to feel you up at that barbeque a while back. God, that made me sick to my stomach. I just left and thought about how I could be better for you. So, I tried not talking as much. I thought if I pulled back, you’d appreciate it and wouldn’t leave me. I know you’ve never said anything about it before, but I know deep down you must think I’m such a loud mouth who doesn’t know when to quit, and you’re right. From now on, I just want to listen to people. I want Wade to let me know about all his crazy adventures, like that time he stole an ice cream truck so he could chase after some drug dealers… which is kind of cool but kind of scary because I imagine an ice cream truck would be much more difficult to navigate than a car. And I want to give Peter the chance to talk about the books that he’s reading. He told me about this one book that’s about the origins of ramen noodles that I really want to look through because that was basically my diet back in college. I think it was everybody’s diet in college. And I want Vanessa to tell me more about her boss who hates her for some weird reason. He’s probably jealous because he knows she could run that entire place by herself because she’s that fricking smart and badass. And you… I want you to tell me everything. Tell me about how Wade gets on your nerves by using all the hot water. Tell me about that taxi driver who cut you off the other day. Tell me about how they don’t make beer like they used to. For once, you talk, and I’ll listen. I won’t talk. I won’t interrupt or try to make it about me. I just want you to have your say because you deserve that. You deserve everything because you’re just so wonderful. I know you don’t think so sometimes, but you are to me and I just want-“

Logan tried to hold it in, he really did. But the more you kept going on tangents the way you do, getting worked up the way you do, talking the way you do, he couldn’t do it anymore. He slowly cracked a smile that turned into a shit-eating grin, which then gave way to a chuckle that snowballed into a big burst of laughter.

You looked at him in disgust. Here you were, pouring your heart out to him and trying to reason with him, and he was laughing. “What the hell is so funny?!” you demanded.

Amidst his fit, he noticed how serious you were. He stopped and took a few deep breaths before answering. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry.” He cupped you by the cheek and looked at you so tenderly. “It’s just… you were going on and on, like you used to…”

You realized your mistake and groaned loudly. The whole point of you doing this was to give other people the chance to talk, and here you were talking away like your usual, annoying self. You learned nothing. You were hopeless.

Logan shushed you and came in closer. “I like it. I like it because you’re so happy and sweet and random. You’re you. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

He kissed you softly on the lips. Although you loved the sensation, you pulled away. “But, the girls…”

“Fuck ‘em,” he growled, his lips trying to take over yours again.

You pulled back again. “But they’re right!”

“So what? If it’s such a problem, they should’ve said something to your face and not behind like your back like it’s high school or some shit.”

“But-!”

“Damn it, will you just let me kiss you?!”

You opened your mouth to argue, but one look from Logan made you promptly closed it. You nodded, giving Logan permission to bring you right back to his lips where you belonged. The kiss started out sweet, then grew to be deep and passionate. Logan raised himself up a bit to help you take the rest of your clothes off. He tossed them to the floor as you pawed at his own clothing. He guided your hands over the buttons on his shirt and pants and eventually his tank top and underwear.

Once he was naked, he joined you under the covers. You continued kissing each other as your hands roamed each other’s bodies. You giggles turned to moans as Logan switched from ghosting lightly over your skin to squeezing your thighs and hips. He then guided you on top of him, lowering himself down so your pussy was just above his face.

“Are-Are you sure?” you asked hesitantly.

“Hell yeah,” he said, his grip on your hips strong. As you began to lower yourself, he stopped you. “But you gotta promise me one thing first.”

You nodded, urging him to continue so you could get to the good part.

“Don’t hold back. Talk. Moan. Scream. Boss me around. Praise me. Give me a show, baby.”

You inhaled sharply. He wanted you to go full out, give him one of your famous concerts. “Okay,” you whispered, hoping you wouldn’t disappoint him.

He guided you to his face, his tongue exploring your folds once again. He went back and forth in time with you grinding against him. You tilted your head back and your hands found a grip on your headboard as you let out a big sigh of relief.

“Fuck, Logan. I love how you make me feel. So hot. So sexy. Nobody has ever made me feel the way you do.”

Logan smiled at the music you were making. You two were just getting started, though. As he continued working on your pussy, one hand kept its hold on your hip while the other snaked up to cup your breast. Your hand went over his and helped in palming and squeezing. You panted, “God, I love the way you play with me. I love how you squeeze my breasts. I miss it so much when I’m by myself. It’s not the same without you.”

Logan surprised you by lightly pinching your nipple and flicking his tongue close to but not quite on your clit.

“Yes! Yes, Logan! Keep going!” you begged. He hummed, which sent even more pleasure through you.

His tongue finally reached your clit but went back to slow licks. His hand also went back to palming and squeezing your breast. You whined, happy that he finally made it to his destination but disappointed that it was going to be another little while before you got to yours.

“Please, Logan, go faster! I want to cum so badly! I wanna cum for you! I wanna make a mess all over your face! Please, please make me cum!”

How could he refuse you when you were asking so nicely? After a minute or two he started to pick his speed up again, kneading your hip and breast in time with his tongue. You moved with him as best as you could, your breathing getting quicker.

“Oh, shit! Fuck! Just like that! Yes!”

Logan hummed again, opening his eyes slightly. He moved the hand that was on your breast so he could get an unobstructed view of you from below. Your eyes were shut in concentration. Your mouth hung open with all sorts of pretty sounds falling from it. Your breasts were bouncing as you moved back and forth. A sheen of sweat made your skin glow. You were a vision.

He returned to his task with renewed vigor. He started licking your clit with fast, swift flicks as his hand went back to play with your nipple. You gasped in delight. Your moans grew in volume and pitch as you could feel yourself getting close to the edge.

“Shit! Don’t stop! Please don’t stop! Right there! Oh, fuck! Please! Oh, God! Oh, my God! I’m cumming! I’M CUMMING!”

You came with a scream, your body stilling to let the overwhelming feeling wash over you. Logan held you in place as he sucked as much of your sweet nectar as he could. Once he got every last drop, he slowly helped you off him and onto your back under the covers.

Your head landed on the pillow with a soft thud, your brain not being able to handle much else after being rattled like it had been. You opened your eyes and allowed them to get used to what little light your lamp provided. You also noticed your legs felt weird together after being spread out for so long. As you tried to steady your breathing, you suddenly let out a cough.

“Need some water?” Logan asked.

All you were capable of was humming a response to him. He accepted that and ventured to the kitchen, quickly cleaning off any leftover cum with a paper towel before finding a couple of water bottles in your fridge. He was back by your side in no time. He handed you a bottle and you clinked them together, each of you sipping a generous amount. The cool water healed your vocal cords tremendously.

The first words out of your mouth were, “Thank you.”

“For what?” Logan asked, setting his bottle on the nightstand along with yours.

“For everything. For taking care of me. And for taking care of me after taking care of me.”

“Well, don’t thank me yet, sweetheart.”

“What do you mean?”

Logan’s hand went up and down your side before stealthily bringing you back to him. “You didn’t think that’d be the end of it, did you?”

Your eyes widened. “Wh-What do you-?”

“The way I see it, you still need to make up for being so quiet these past few days. So, I’m going to give you more to talk about.”

Before you could respond, his mouth was on yours. His hand hoisted your leg over his waist before traveling to your ass to massage it. His other hand went around to hold your head in place, his kiss never wavering. Your arms instinctively went around his neck to bring you impossibly closer to him. His chest hair rubbed against your nipples, which made your pussy wet all over again. Only Logan, you thought.

As you began grinding against him, you pulled your head back to talk. Logan took the opportunity to pepper kisses along your neck and turn them into small bites.

“Logan… Oh, Logan…” you breathed out. “You take such good care of me. Make me feel so good. I want you so much.”

He moaned at your praise. “I want you, too, baby,” he said against your neck. You could feel him start to move you on top of him and promptly stopped him.

“No, no!”

He stopped his biting and looked up at you.

“I want you on top. I don’t think I can handle riding you again.”

Logan smiled cockily. “Okay.”

With that, he hovered over you. He took a moment to watch you. Your hands went from his neck to his arms, gently squeezing to feel the muscles. You then went to feel his chest and stomach, taking in his hair and abs.

“You are so beautiful, Logan,” you said in awe, looking him square in the eye.

He stared in awe back at you and slowly pushed his way inside you. You closed your eyes again, taking in the sensation of his large dick penetrating you. No matter how many times you made love to him, you never quite got used to his size. He made sure your leg stayed wrapped around him so he could go a little deeper inside of you. You gasped at the action, which turned into moans as he moved in and out of you. Your held onto his arms.

“God, you feel so good inside me. I love how hard your dick gets, how it stretches me out.”

Your hands eventually landed on Logan’s back. Once he started to go a bit harder with his thrusts, your nails began to claw at him.

“Shit, baby!” he hissed.

You abruptly stopped. “Does that hurt?”

“Yeah, but in a good way. Don’t stop,” he begged, not stopping his own movement.

You flashed a wicked smile. “Okay...” You went back to clawing at him, your nails digging deeper into his skin as you teased him. “So, Mr. Big-Bad-Wolverine likes a little pain? I’ll have to keep that in mind for next time. Maybe I’ll have to see if I can restrain you with ties or handcuffs. Then I can do whatever I want with you. Bite you. Claw you. Tease you. See how much you can take.”

As you weaved your tale, Logan picked up his speed. You could feel his grip on your leg getting tighter. You wouldn’t be surprised if you walked (or hobbled really) away with some bruises. The thought made you egg him on even more.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Being so helpless and at my mercy?”

“Just for you, baby,” he said.

“Yes, just for me. You’re mine. No one else’s.”

“Just yours,” he agreed before kissing you again passionately. He used all his energy to hammer into you. You stopped clawing at his back to hang onto him.

“Logan, don’t stop!” you said against his mouth. “Fuck me! Fuck me hard!”

Logan’s response was a deep growl. Your tongues fought for dominance and occasionally your teeth clanked together as he kept going. His lips found their way back to your neck, licking at your sweat and nipping at all your favorite spots. You felt yourself getting to the edge again, only a hair’s breadth away from falling over.

“Oh, God! Shit! Logan! Oh, Logan! I’m gonna cum again! I’m cumming!”

“Cum for me,” Logan said, biting your shoulder hard.

And cum you did with another loud scream.

This triggered Logan’s own climax, which he powered through. His movements against you eventually slowed down until he was just laying still on top of you. Your breathing found his rhythm and matched it. He slowly brought your leg down as your arms fell on either side of your head. He rolled over onto his back, staring at the ceiling alongside you.

Once he felt centered, he reached over to grab the water bottles. He handed you yours, which you took without even looking, and clinked them again. You both went ahead and finished them, tossing them on top of your scattered clothes on the floor.

“Do you feel better?” Logan asked, turning his head to look at you.

You continued to look at the ceiling as you said, “I always feel better after you fuck me.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

You finally turned your head to him. You knew what he meant. You turned the rest of your body to him and he did the same. You took a bit of time before giving him your answer.

“I think so. I’m still hurt by what the girls said about me. But… you’re right. They should’ve just told me and not gone behind my back. I’m going to text them that I overheard them and see what they say. They’ll probably try and cover it up or find some way to spin it. Claire might apologize, though. She’s a good friend, just so shy. But if she doesn’t, if any of them don’t apologize or tell me the truth or something… I don’t know. One thing I do know, though, is that if my talking really was so annoying and bad, more people would’ve been honest with me about it. And if it was a problem for you, you wouldn’t have stuck around as long as you have, not even if the sex was mind-blowing… which it totally is. I’m going to be so sore tomorrow. But, like, you’re the most honest person I know. You don’t take shit from anyone. If you didn’t like me talking so much, you wouldn’t be with me in the first place. It’s like you said, you don’t say anything you don’t mean. I don’t know what I was thinking. I’m sorry. I love you so much.”

Logan just stared at you. It was really a sight for him – you being back to your passionate, articulate, wonderful self.

“Um, I’m actually done talking,” you said. “It’s your turn now.”

He laughed, which brought about your own laughter. He then scooped you in his arms and kissed your forehead.

“I love you, too,” he whispered. “And anytime you need me to remind you, just tell me. Keep on telling me everything. Okay, sweetheart?”

You nodded.

“Nuh uh,” he tutted, gently grabbing you by your chin to look at him. “Use your words. I know you can.”

You rolled your eyes but were betrayed by the smile forming on your lips. You inched closer to his lips and whispered, “Yes, sir. I will tell you everything…”

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Author’s Note 2: Electric Boogaloo: Thank you so much for making it to the end! I ask that you NOT post this story as your own, please. Instead, give it a like/review/bookmark/reblog/all of the above wherever you read it.

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[marshmallowmusing]

hi van♥️ for the blurb reqs: logan making biscuits on reader's belly like a cat. maybe he bite. 🥺 (i want him to do this to me)

Baker

He's working overtime at the biscuit making factory

A/N: Sagi, it's like you read my mind. ^ those hands need to be on my belly right now. Also, I think Logan gets zoomies.

Warnings: Fluff, logan squishes belly, logan NOMS belly, no plot, just logan being silly

You were just going to take a quick a catnap.

That's what you told Logan, after you and him have been doing nothing but chores and errands.

A few minutes shuteye just to get try and rid yourself of that tiny bit of exhaustion you felt in your eyes and shoulders. Your bed looked cozy- pillows fluffed, comforter properly made, very inviting.

You don't know how long you did end up falling asleep for, but you know you were woken up by Logan's arms around you. His weight shifted the bed, stirring you to open your eyes.

"Quick nap huh?" You heard him mumble in your ear.

"Mm?" You barely mumbled, still in a semi-conscious state. He pressed a few kisses to the shell of your ear. Slowly drawing you out of your dreamy state.

"Been asleep for hours doll." He mumbles again. "Missed you." His hand slowly stroking up and down your arm, before rubbing over your belly. "Those late nights catching up to you?" He asks, his voice deep and warm - and suggestive, a small chuckle escaping him. You could sense in just his tone and touch that he was filled with mischief.

"Hush." You mumbled, turning to lie on your back as your brought your own arm around him to curl your hand into his hair.

"Still tired after sleeping all day?" He teases. A small grumble, before he pressed a few kisses into the crook of your neck, slowly moving down to your chest, and lifting your shirt to press a trail of kisses onto your belly.

He turned his head, pressing his cheek into your belly, his hand coming up to grab at the skin of your belly. His large, and very warm, hand massaged you. Fistful of your belly in his palm, he continued kneading and squeezing at the fat- a comforting habit for both him and you. He loves the way you feel under him.

Your hand came around, gently petting his hair, down to his shoulders where you gentle scratched at his skin, and he lets out a soft groan, sounding almost like a purr as he takes a deep breath, letting out a content hum.

This isn't the first time he's done this- it was his favorite activity. Finds some part of your body, usually your stomach or butt and just squeezes and gropes and kneads away at them. You tease him all the time- calling him a cat for the way he acts with you sometimes. He rolls his eyes, mumbles complaints about your comments. He doesn't see the comparison.

Then he does this.

You were falling back asleep, Logan's repeated massaging and kissing and nuzzling of your belly was making you relax and drift back off into a dream world. Until-

You felt his teeth, and a pinch- not sharp to really hurt, but enough to make you jump.

"Logan!" You yelp. He laughs, kissing the area of your belly he just nipped. His hands climbing down to your thigh, and then over your ass to now kneed over the fat there. He presses a couple more kisses- and then bites you again. "Lo-" You tried to lecture him, but only start to laugh instead. He soothes the bite over with a kiss.

He continues to do this, nipping your belly, and even tugging your sweats down to nip at your hips and pelvis. At some point, he finally tipped his head back, admiring the love bites he's laid over you.

"Hm. Perfect."

"What was the point of all that?"

He looks up at you, and smirks. No answer. You sighed tipping your head back, going back to sleep. He goes back to using your belly to make biscuits.

[marshmallowmusing]

He’s too close.

Or maybe you’re the one who moved. You can’t remember anymore. It’s late, the air between you warm and humming. His room smells like leather and smoke and the faint trace of your perfume—because you’ve been here before. Too many times. Not like this, though.

You’re standing toe to toe, both of you half-daring the other to make the first move. His eyes are on your mouth. They’ve been there for a while.

“You gonna keep staring,” you murmur, “or do something about it?”

His jaw tightens. He doesn’t flinch, doesn’t blink. Just looks at you like a man barely holding it together.

“Careful,” he says. Low. Rough. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”

You take a step closer, chest brushing his. “Sure I do.”

You see it, the flicker behind his eyes. The hesitation. The heat. The line he’s been trying not to cross, cracking under his feet.

You tilt your head. “What’s wrong, Logan?” you whisper. “Afraid you might like it?”

That gets him.

He closes the distance in a breath—quick, clean, deliberate. One hand settles low on your hip, firm and steady; the other slides up, fingers threading into your hair at the nape of your neck. His grip isn't rough, but there's no softness either, just control. His eyes lock onto yours, sharp and unreadable, like he’s daring you to flinch first.

“I will like it,” he says, voice dark, almost dangerous. “That’s the problem.”

Your breath stutters. You don’t back down.

“Then stop pretending you don’t want to.”

There’s a beat—just one—but it stretches long and sharp between you. A second where he could pull away, let this moment pass, pretend again.

He doesn’t.

His lips crash into yours, hot, unforgiving, nothing held back. He kisses like a man used to restraint, finally letting go. His grip on your waist tightens. You gasp against his mouth as he kisses you deeper.

There’s no sweetness in it. Just heat. Tension. Weeks, maybe months, of stolen glances and interrupted touches finally snapping into something real.

He pulls back just enough to speak, breath ragged, eyes still on your mouth.

“Still want me to stop?”

“Not a chance.”

[marshmallowmusing]

Sending love and hugs your way! 🫂💗

I’m not sure if you’re still doing the comfort/fluff blurbs. But a rainy day in with Logan, watching movies and building a pillow fort because why not 🥰🥰 (he wouldn’t admit it but I feel he’d love a pillow fort lol)

Rainy Days and Clint Eastwood

Logan Howlett X Reader

He insists on watching Clint Eastwood movies

A/N: Omg dami. I appreciate you waiting as long as you did for me to redo this after it got deleted and honestly I like this version MUCH better lol. Hope you enjoy! Also, pretend that you and Logan have a surplus of pillows and blankets.

Warnings: Fluff, thunderstorms, flirting, Clint Eastwood quotes lol

"You shoot to kill, you better hit the heart. Your own words, Ramon."

Ramon aims his gun, firing off two shots at the cowboy character. Loud bangs echo into the room, making you jump. The men around Ramon, including him, all stare in anticipation at the body on the ground, sweat covering their faces.

"Oh-" You quietly mutter under your breath. Logan glances at you- a faint smile growing on his face.

Alas, despite taken 5 shots already, the lone cowboy stands up, and continues walking closer.

"The heart, Ramon. Don't forget the heart. Aim for the heart, or you'll never stop me."

"Okay so either he's a mutant or he's wearing a vest."

"Baby they never make people mutants in these movies."

"Mm. Cuz they're bigots."

Logan chuckled. His hand squeezing you reassuringly and pulling you closer. "Enjoying the movie now huh?"

"Only, because the Clint Eastwood guy reminds me of you."

"That so? The only way to keep your attention is it?"

You giggled, responding with a mischievous maybe before shushing him to continue focusing on the movie.

Rain pattered on the window, distant thunder rumbled. The home was chilly, but snuggling next to Logan- a real human furnace- had kept you warm. His arm wrapped around you, hand scratching your arm gently up and down while you were tucked safely into his side.

Logans had reached down to the bowl of popcorn that was in his lap- only to discovered unpopped kernels and a few burnt pieces. He looks at you accusingly, who was currently snacking on the last bit of it.

"What? You're a slow eater." You shrug. "It was getting cold."

"I'll make some more." He unwraps his arm from you, grabbing the bowl to sit up. You fell onto your side onto where he was sitting, his body no longer the support to keep you sitting up. With his back to you, you took noticed of his rear in his sweatpants- reaching out to pinch a cheek.

He jumped in surprised, "Hey!" He looked over his shoulder, brows creased. Trying his best to look angry- but you could see the amusement in his eyes.

"You got a cute tush Lo."

He grumbles, continuing to walk away, "Damn right." You heard him mutter, resulting in a loud cackle from you.

You continued watching the movie- utterly fascinated by the scheme the cowboy seems to be playing in order to get as much money as possible. Rain began to hit the windows harder, drawing your attention to the gray weather outside. A flash of lightning struck, and you counted the seconds.

1

2

3

4-

The thunder rumbled through the house. Indicating the storm was pretty close. You remember when you were a kid how storms terrified you. You were told that counting after a lightning strike would show you how far away storms were. You would anxiously watch the skies through your window for every strike of lightning and counted each time- until the higher the number become and gave you a sense of relief the storm was leaving. The shorter it was, you would get nervous- and resort to building a fort to keep you safe.

Grown up, you've grown out of the fear. The storm was making you nostalgic anyway.

You sat up, beginning to gather the collection of blankets in the living room, including a few stored in an old antique seater chest. For some reason, every time you go to the store- you always end up coming back with a new blanket.

Unfolding them and displaying them out- you started plotting. You wanted your fort to be cozy- and also be able to see the tv for you and Logans rainy movie day.

You were in the process of grabbing chairs from the diniing room, stacks of books for weight, and placing a blanket over the tv when Logan came back with a fresh bowl of popcorn.

You hadn't noticed him yet, focused on your plan before he cleared his throat, startling you.

"What in the world are you doing?" Logan asks, a hint of a grin on his face.

"A fort. Blanket fort." You say, matter of factly.

"A what?"

"Don't tell me you don't know what a blanket fort is." You put your hands on your hips. He quirked a brow.

"The name gives it away."

"It's fun! You ever make one when you were a kid?"

"Uh..No...Not exactly."

"Right. You were born in like 1562 or something. Probably wasn't invented yet."

"You're a little off on the dates princess."

You smiled as he approached you, popcorn bowl in hand. He examined the mess of blankets, chairs, books, and other various items. "So what's the point?"

"it's like making a little cozy...cave I guess." You shrugged. "It's warm and quiet. We can fill it with snacks and pillows and more blankets." You leaned forward, wrapping you arms around his hips and tipping your chin up at him. "Our own little love nest."

"Hm." He hums, tipping his chin down to nuzzle over your nose. "Guess the mess would be worth it then." His voice low, his eyes meeting yours with an excited glimmer.

"Definitely."

"Alright, lets get started."

You clapped your hands excitedly, taking the popcorn from him- not before munching on a few. Directing him in your idea, he agreed and you both got started.

You got distracted by the movie and popcorn throughout- while Logan become extremely focused- careful to make sure the fort was sturdy. Once the main part was finished- you climbed in and Logan used to your muffled voice squeal and call it perfect- your head peaking out. "We need so many blankets. and pillows."

"Here." He handed you a few couch pillows, and a quilt.

"No." You climbed out. "So much more. Be right back."

You disappeared, and Logan moved on to continue putting the fort together. Making sure he could fit comfortably. You came down soon after, covered by pillows and blankets from your bed- you went to work to create your nest.

Making it as soft as possible, you covered the floor with blankets, pillows, more blankets- and a few extra pillows to lay your heads on.

Finally finished, you got Logan to climb inside to lay down. He looked around, and you tried to read his expression.

"Well?" You tilted your head. "What do you think?"

"Mm. Yeah...Not bad." He gives you a small shrug. "Kinda...cozy."

He doesn't look at you, but you could see in his eyes, and his body language they way he relaxed into the blankets. Logan, being the ever stoic man he could be- you've learned to read between the lines with him.

He absolutely loved it.

"C'mon." He urged you to curl up next to him, but you held your hand up.

"Wait- I'll be right back."

You climbed out of the fort, disappearing between the blanket doors. Coming back a few minutes later with drinks, snacks, and the remote. Once everything was settled, you curled into his side- using an extra blanket to cover the both of you. You could hear thunder booming- only much more muffled from the fort shielding you and Logan from the storm outside.

"Yeah, this is pretty nice." He mutters quietly, squeezing you closer. You hummed- turning your attention back to the movie, nearly over now during your fort ordeal- eyes growing heavy as you snuggled into Logan's side again.

"What do you want to watch next?" Logan asks, looking at you when he recieved no response. You were dead asleep within minutes.

He admired your peaceful face, grabbing the remote at your side to turn the tv off- leaving off the sound of rain and thunder that was slowly fading further and further away. He pulled you to his chest, and allowed himself to slip into a slumber with you.